Page 22 of Reckless Youth
I was already on the verge of coming when Sage slid his fingers inside me, finding that sweet spot of desire deep within me. The place that contained every forbidden secret inside me. He unleashed and untethered my hopes and dreams, desires and fantasies with the crook of his fingers.
And when Cam finally stepped toward us, one slow inch at a time, he cautiously bent down to his knees in front of me, careful not to touch us, something unexplainable happened. Like a brilliant supernova bursting in the sky, obliterating everything in its path, that same starburst exploded inside my heart.
With Sage’s hand between my legs and the other at my breast, Cam gently placed his hands on my knees for balance, leaned in and took possession of my mouth, sealing our fate with his lips sealing over mine – stealing my breath and my lucidity.
Sage’s fingers pumped and thrust inside of me, as Cam’s mouth moved lower to latch onto my nipple. Sucking and licking, tasting and tormenting.
“Shit, you two look so hot together,” Sage rasped from his position behind me, his hips grinding with deep thrusts against my ass with eager excitement; seeking friction and bucking with pleasure.
Cam moaned around my tight nipple. “You’re right, Sage. She tastes so fucking good.”
Whether it was the accolade or the fact that Cam was fully participating and in agreement with Sage, my body lit up like the Empire State Building; bright white lights flashing and narrating a story of simmering desperation and excitement.
My hands found the top of Cam’s tousled mane, and I ran my fingers through the soft silken strands, tugging tight when he nipped the sensitive skin of my breast, leaving a bruising mark. He swiped his tongue over it in a soothing lick.
I thrashed and rocked, seeking that ultimate gateway to eliminate this throbbing ache inside me. Cam’s eyes bored into mine as he pulled away from my breast, licking his lips and then dragging a thumbnail over the wetness he left there. I arched and bowed from the divine tingle that ran down the length of my legs and back up, settling at my spine.
“Unbutton your jeans and pull them down,” Sage commanded gruffly, his voice deeper and thicker normal. A baritone that bore deep into my very soul.
Cam’s eyes popped wide. “What?”
“I said, take off your jeans and your boxers. I want to see you jack off for us. We want to see that, don’t we London?”
The question is so bold. So dirty. So incredibly foreign, I could only nod my head.
“Do you want his tongue between your legs, too?”
Oh, sweet baby Jesus.
Stammering, I watched Cam do as he was told and remove his underwear, still kneeling in front of me, as I responded to Sage’s question.
“Y-yes.”
Sage chuckled darkly. “I thought so. You’re so fucking wet.”
I watched in rapt awe as Cam took his own swollen length into his fist and encircled the dark purplish crown. He stroked it hard, exhaling a harsh, raspy breath that escaped his lips. Agony and ecstasy played across his features as if he was trying to deny himself the pleasure that coursed through his body.
“Cam,” I whispered, drawing his attention back up to me, where he hopefully saw the raw emotion and fevered excitement that bubbled within me over his actions.
I didn’t have words to describe what they were doing to me. How watching Cam jerk off and stroke himself, while Sage fingered me, made me lose my mind.
Sage’s movement underneath me rocked me side-to-side as he wiggled out from under me, his fingers leaving me empty. He slid next to me, thigh-to-thigh, unbuttoning and unzipping his own jeans, letting himself pop free from the tight confines.
I turned to look at him and the corner of his mouth curved into an apologetic smile.
“Sorry, I have to…I’m dying.”
Two things happened at once.
As Sage freed his cock, he reached for my hand and placed my palm around the smooth steel. At the same time, Cam bent down under my skirt, his nose nuzzling at my center, inhaling my scent. He pushed my knees out wider with his broad shoulders and placed his lips at my wet entrance.
I may have stifled my keening cry, or I might have let out the loudest shriek ever. All I know is that it was the best, most erotic feeling in the world.
The dueling sensation of the soft, yet strained, texture of Sage’s cock in my grip and the smooth slide of Cam’s tongue at my most intimate place had my entire body shooting into the stratosphere. I’d never been so completely transported into that out-of-body type of experience.
I felt like I was lifted above the ground, outside of my physical being, and was floating and gasping, tightening and relaxing somewhere far, far from there.
Sage helped guide my hand as we stroked his length in unison. The sounds of the skin slapping against skin, mixed with Cam’s own rhythm and movements, were a symphony of sensuality. Adding in the wet, slick noises as Cam sucked and kissed my body heightened the intensity as we crescendoed higher.
