Page 32 of Wyatt & Weston
I can feel their heated eyes, slowly devouring my body, making my nipples harden to stiff peaks.
I’m painfully aroused as I bend down and shimmy out of my soaking wet panties. Between this and the way they were teasing me back at the diner, I had no chance in that department.
I’m doing this, I’m really about to go skinny dipping with not one, but two strangers. But are they really strangers at this point? Not so much. It might have only been a few days since we’ve met, but in that short amount of time I've come to know them a lot more than I know the man I married.How sad is that?
These two men seem to care more about my wants and needs than anyone else in my past or present.
So fuck Greg and his cheating ass tiny dick. Life is short, so I’m going to enjoy what I can, while I can.
The moment my feet touch the water, I hiss, wondering why the hell I’m doing this anyway.
A chuckle has my eyes snapping over to the naked, sexy cowboys.Right, that's why.
Slowly, I make my way into the water. Thankfully, it’s not too deep where I’m at and I’m able to touch the ground as I walk closer to them. They swim over to meet me halfway. Weston makes his way to my front while Wyatt steps up behind my back.
I smile softly as I wrap my arms around Weston’s neck, my legs lifting to lock around his waist. I bite my lip, a small moan slipping free when I feel his stiff cock press against my hot core.
Looking up at Wyatt, I smirk. “I thought you said this water would make that big cock disappear,” I tease then roll my hips, earning me a rumbling groan from Weston.
“Sure doesn’t feel like that to me.”
Wyatt’s eyes find my lips and he licks his as he presses his thick length against my ass.
“Guess I was wrong,” he murmurs.
My body breaks out in goosebumps. Could be because of the ice cold water chilling me to my bones, but I don’t think that's it.
Not when I have these two warming me from the inside out.
“My turn,” Wyatt says, voice low and seductive as he cups my cheek. “Truth or dare, Emma.”
My belly burns with need as I lick my lips. “Dare,” I whisper.
“I dare you to kiss me,” Wyatt says, bringing his lips close to mine. But he doesn’t press them together, waiting for me to make that move.
I do, leaning in and trembling as his soft lips dance against mine. I can’t help but rock against Weston as Wyatt’s tongue slips in and tangles with mine.
Need like I’ve never experienced before takes over me and the only thing I can think about right now is having the two of them, using me, pleasuring me. Showing me how it should feel to have my body played with right.
When Wyatt releases me, Weston grabs the back of my head and then his lips are on me next.
Head spinning, my body goes wild. All my worries and problems drift away until the only thing left is the three of us.
As Weston kisses me, Wyatt’s lips are on my neck, nipping and sucking.
Weston growls, his hands lowering to my ass cheeks, squeezing and grinding my pussy against his thick cock.
Wyatt’s hands find my breasts. He cups them, rolling my hard, sensitive nipples between his finger and thumb.
I moan, eager for more. Like if I don’t have them now, I might die. Dramatic, yes, but it feels like the truth right now.
It takes everything in me to tear my lips away from Weston’s. Panting heavily, eyes lidded I speak.
“My turn,” I rasp. “Truth or dare.” I don’t pick who, letting them choose who this one goes to.
“Dare,” they both say at the same time and I shiver in delight.
“I dare the both of you to fuck me,” I whisper.
