Page 29 of Reckless Abandon
Chapter 18
Present Day
I didn’t need to give her a verbal answer. I simply stood up and curled over their bodies so they both fell to the bed in a heap.
Our hands and lips are everywhere all at once. I am so lost in them that I don’t know who is touching or kissing who.
London rolls off Sage’s lap and lays down on the bed, sandwiched between us, as we lay on our sides. I drag a finger at the bottom edge of her silk shift and slowly trail it up over the flat of her belly, nudging the material past her full breasts. I groan with admiration and reverence as London’s feminine curves are exposed to me. To us.
“You may have the honors,” Sage offers, winking at me seductively. “I’ll just busy myself down here.”
He slips down and off the bed, pulling London’s panties with him and flings them aside. Positioning myself so I have more leverage, I lean over and lap at her nipple. It has been so long since I’ve tasted her peaches and cream skin. She’d certainly filled out since our teens, where she’d once been smaller and less than a handful.
Her proportions are now more generous, offering me a banquet of flesh to feast upon. I plump at her lush, firm tits, flicking and circling my tongue around the smooth, taut nipple.
I’d forgotten how sexy it was to make London squirm under our ministrations. It only heightens the intensity with Sage’s participation. Based on London’s reaction to our touches, she appears to be in heaven, enjoying the attention we are lavishing on different areas of her body.
London’s hand lands on top of my head, grabbing hold of the hair, her grip inciting an almost painful pleasure. She reaches her other hand for Sage, her fingers sliding through his hair, as the wet sounds of his sucking at her delectable center fill the room.
“Just like that,” London sighs, her body shifting and flexing underneath my mouth. “Oooh yes…you both feel so good.”
My cock strains violently with the need to be touched, as I grind into her bare thigh. I need so badly to be inside London’s tight pussy again. I feel just like that high school kid the first time we were together when I stripped her of her virginity. I barely made it three minutes before exploding gloriously inside her tightness. It was one of the best nights of my entire life.
Sage must notice that I’m getting punchy. He stops eating London and lifts his head.
“Getting a little antsy there, Cam?” His gives a lusty chuckle, nodding at my thrusting motion into the bed. “I’m sure London’d be happy to help you out. Unless…”
Sage stands, pushing his shorts to the floor, his entire body now plainly visible. My eyes scan the work of art scattered across his torso and arms. He’s like a living, breathing Picasso painting; vibrant and colorful. I yearn to touch his inked skin.
When our eyes connect, I see it there. I see the longing and the need. All the emotion that I tried to ignore all those years ago and pushed away for fear of being labeled something I felt wasn’t me.
But now, with time and experience, I realize it doesn’t matter. Labels mean nothing. It’s people that matter. It’s Sage that matters. Who matters to me.
“Unless what?” I urge, my eyes remaining on him while I nibble at London’s ear.
I can feel her smile grow, her cheeks expanding against my lips.
She crooks a finger at Sage, beckoning him back down to the bed.
“Unlesshe gives me what I want.”
I plead ignorant, just to hear her say it. “And what’s that, London?”
She points first to Sage and then to me. “I want to watch you two together.”
I shouldn’t be excited by this prospect. But I am. I didn’t think my cock could get any harder, but it does. It thickens exponentially, and I have to pinch the base hard to keep from coming. Because no matter how hard I tried to forget what happened with Sage all those years ago – my one and only time with a dude – my dick remembers it quite well. It remembers the intensity of that orgasm brought on by Sage’s wickedly talented mouth and tongue.
Sage cocks his brow. “Would you like to watch Cam fuck my mouth, baby? Watch me suck him back so far that he’s shooting and seeing stars?”
She nods her head with a coy grin, her fingers dancing over her own nipple.
“No.”
My voice is raspy and gruff, but adamant, and their eyes pop wide open with shock.
And then I clarify. “I owe Sage. I need to return the favor from a long time ago.”
The expression on both of their faces is like a cartoon animation – almost comical - as they process what I’ve just said. But my actions brook no debate, as I slide off the edge of the bed and position myself over Sage, who’s now laying on his back, his surprised shock now turned into a sexual consent by the look on his face.
