Page 37 of Reckless Youth
“You’re not too sore? Will you be okay with me?”
Pulling away from his touch, I smiled, crooking my finger suggestively at him. I laid down next to Cam, who was still sleeping with his back to us. I gazed up at Sage who shucked off his shorts and began stroking his hard cock.
The sight of him touching himself, his hand lassoed around his swollen length, still gave me a twinge of embarrassment. But it was overshadowed by white-hot sparks of heat racing through my blood.
“Where’s the condom?”
I nodded toward my bag and he made quick work of finding it, handing it to me as he knelt between my legs.
“You do it. Put it on me.”
I was clueless, having never rolled one on before and only having seen it demonstrated just once last night. Honestly, I hadn’t even paid much attention at the time, simply caught up in the moment of anticipation of my first time.
Sage nudged my palm open and I took the foil packet with shaky hands. I pulled it out and discarded the wrapper, examining it for a moment to decipher which way it rolled on. Sage chuckled and flipped it over for me as I placed the slippery ring over the top of Sage’s crown.
My hands stopped their movement when he sucked in a deep breath and I thought I’d hurt him. But when I peered up at him, he was staring down at me with heat in his gaze.
“I want to remember this moment. The way you’re looking at me. I don’t deserve you. The way you look at me makes me feel like I’ve hung the moon and the stars or something. And I’m nothing without you. But fuck if I’m not going to take what you’re offering me.”
Licking my lips, I spread my legs wider, my toes hitting the back of Cam’s calf next to me, hard enough to cause him to stir. My eyes widened in alarm, but my concern was short-lived as Sage’s body moved over mine, positioning himself at my entrance and making me forget everything else.
“I love you so much, London.”
Sage took my mouth, his tongue opening me up, in the same manner his cock did as he entered me, thrusting inside hard enough that I let out a loud breath. A slight sting remained from earlier that night, but as he rocked and lodged deeper inside me, my inner walls began to ease and adjust.
It was either the noise that tore through our lungs or the sound of our bodies slapping rhythmically together, but Cam slowly roused from sleep, turning over and mumbling in a drowsy voice.
“Am I dreaming?” he asked, his hand reaching out to touch Sage’s backside before palming my breast. The dual sensations – Sage pumping inside me and Cam’s dreamlike perusal of my skin – shook me to the very core.
Upon realizing that he was awake, along with the awareness of his hard arousal, Cam scooted closer to the action, lifting my hand from Sage’s ass and positioning it on his own dick as Cam and I began to jack himself off together.
“This is better than any dream watching you get fucked by Sage as you hand-fuck me. Holy shit, it’s unbelievable.”
Every entry and subsequent withdrawal of Sage’s cock from my body hit me at my core, each time nearly blinding me from the pleasure that erupted there.
“If only you could see what I see right now. How fucking sexy you both look,” Cam marveled, as Sage’s breaths became more labored, turning into breathless pants as his thrusts pushed deeper and faster into me.
I could no longer concentrate, my sole attention was centered on the tingling sparks at the bottom of my toes, that began to vine through my legs, settling at my clit.
“Doesn’t our girl feel perfect, Sage? She’s so fucking tight and slick…I can hear how wet she is. Fuck, it makes me want to come. I can smell her, too.”
Oh, my God. The words coming from Cam’s mouth were so explicit. So dirty and wickedly sexy, they brought me closer and closer to my breaking point.
As our entwined hands jacked him off, I turned to face Cam and brought my lips to his, kissing him roughly. Passionately. With greed and physical need.
“I’m coming,” Cam moaned against my lips, just as I felt a rush of heat on my hand and between my legs. My body tensed, and I thrashed my head from side-to-side, crying out in my own pleasure.
“Ohhhh….” That word was on constant repeat and seemed to be the only thing I was capable of getting out.
And then suddenly I was airborne as Sage lifted me up in his arms as he sat back on his heels, pulling me into him like a limp ragdoll. This position gave him leverage to pump harder and faster, and so much deeper, as I straddled his legs and joined in with undulations, bouncing up and down and writhing against him.
And then Sage tightened his arms and buried his head into my neck, my hair curtaining him as he came long and hard, pulsing inside me in synchronicity with his grunts.
Chapter 19
“You look so beautiful, sweetheart. I think I’m going to cry.” My momma gushed from where she stood behind me in the full-length mirror, her hand covering her mouth.
She lifted her other soft, motherly hand over my hair gently glossing over the top, playing with the strands that had fallen loosely from the updo I had done at the salon just an hour earlier.
