Page 31 of Reckless Abandon
I lean over, my hands at the insides of her thighs and press her back against the bed, pushing inside.
“Oh fuck.”
It’s overwhelming. The heat. The pleasure.
I think the curse word comes from my mouth, but instead, it’s Sage’s voice, who has returned to the room just as I enter London’s body. He stands behind me, his half-hard dick coming back to life, and lays a hand at my lower back. I tense for only a second, his calloused hands foreign to my skin.
“You two have always looked so fucking sexy together. Especially when you’re fucking. So perfect. It gets me so hard.”
Sage rolls his hand over the curve of my ass. His touch, rough and firm, sends shivers up my spine and his hoarse voice goes directly to my cock.
“Mmm…what I could do to this ass.” He snickers when my head snaps to the side, my mouth gaping open. He just grins. “Well, maybe not tonight.”
Nodding my head, I turn my attention back to London and stare down into her eyes, which are glazed over from the attention my cock is giving her pussy – thrusting in and out in a timed rhythm. Her inner walls stroke and choke my dick with every entry and withdrawal.
“Come here, Sage. Let us see how hard you are again.”
London crooks her finger at Sage, her other arm slung around my waist, gripping my flesh tightly. Just as tightly as her cunt sucks my cock inside her so deep that I’m practically hitting her womb.
I close my eyes briefly, enjoying the incredible sensation of being inside her and realizing that I’m getting closer and closer to climax. The thought of coming inside London without a barrier sends lightning bolts of pleasure through my blood.
Sage kneels at London’s side, leaning down to massage a breast and then lick her nipple as she arches into his mouth. The movement has her shifting, and I slip my hands underneath her ass, lifting her up to gain better leverage for us all.
London agrees with the position and the deeper intensity with a keening wail when I hit a spot inside that has her clenching her inner walls around me.
I continue pumping, my own breaths and groans blurring my vision the closer and closer I get to letting go. But I want to make sure London gets there first.
“Sage,” I order. “Make our girl come.”
A flash of recollection floods my memory of the first time we were all together and the way we took turns making each other feel good. Realizing at the time that London was ours. She’d always been ours. As friends and then lovers. A woman we craved and loved and shared together. Sage and me.
The difference between now and then is that before, while Sage called the shots, I steered clear of any potential male on male interaction. It was strictly hetero sex.
But now?
After letting go of my inhibitions and ideas of what love should look like and just give in to my desires, it’s opened me up to new and incredible experiences with Sage.
His reply has my cock growing even bigger and harder inside London.
“Yes, sir.”
His hand brushes against the hair above my groin as he slides a finger between London’s wet lips. I look down at the place that we’re connected – me, Sage and London - and I’m jolted with an unfamiliar notion. One I haven’t felt since the last time we were together like this.
Home. I’m home.
Sage wedges another finger inside, and I can feel it rub against my cock. I hiss out an explicative, the pleasure so incredible and foreign, I’m surely going to come.
“Oh shit, I’m getting close. Keep doing that.” My words are choppy at best as I try to drag in air to my depleted lungs.
Sage continues to pump and slide his finger in and out of London’s pussy, jamming it against my foreskin and the sensitive spot under my crown that has me seeing stars.
I know Sage has already orgasmed, but I have a selfish need for him to come again. The three of us coming together would be epic.
“Can you take him in your mouth, London?”
She smiles. “I like that idea.”
London wraps a hand around Sage’s cock and brings him to her open mouth, sucking him in.
