Page 37 of Reckless Hearts
Chapter 20
We movedto the bed the minute London shattered under the weight of her orgasm, slumping against me as her knees shook and her body went limp as a ragdoll.
With Cam being the bulkier of the two of us, he laid down on his back after divesting his clothes, with London laid out on top of him in the same direction.
Generously lubing his cock and priming her pussy, I watch from my advantage point at the edge of the bed as he thrusts inside her, viewing the most erotic vision I’d ever witnessed. My own cock wept with jealousy at the sight before me.
“Oh shit, Sage…you need to get in here now. Don’t know how long I can last.” Cam pants out, grunting with each thrust.
There’s nothing I want more but I know that we need to make London comfortable. To ensure this is pleasurable and not painful for her.
I pour the lube over my erect length, pinching the base tightly to keep myself in check and kneel over the bed – over my lovers’ bodies.
“I’m going to use my fingers first, baby,” I coach London, who appears to be lost to the sensation of Cam’s movements.
She moans as I press two fingers at her vaginal entrance, sliding them inside her tight walls. I feel her clenching around me and I stop.
“Talk to me, darlin. You okay? Do you need me to stop?”
“Mmm. No, it’s good. I like it.”
I smile down at her, my gaze shifting to Cam who’s face lights up with acknowledgment.
Continuing my pumping, I thrust and withdraw my fingers, each time the friction causing Cam’s cock to jerk and throb. Realizing we’re on borrowed time, based on the pained look and the intensity of Cam’s furrowed brow, I remove my slicked fingers and wrap them around my cock, stroking a few more times.
Cam’s legs are stretched forward, London straddling him with her knees opened wide, revealing everything to me, as I climb over his outstretched legs, the fuzz of his hair tickling my balls.
“I dreamed of this every night while I was in prison. You got me through my hell and this is my heaven.”
The head of my cock poised at her entrance, I cautiously maneuver in, inch by agonizing inch. I feel the stretch of her pussy welcoming me and the skin of Cam’s cock glancing across my own slick cock.
“Ohhhh…” London wails and both Cam and I instinctively halt our movements.
“You okay?” I ask with concern, my throat constricted with emotion.
She nods, her lips parted, tipping her head back against Cam’s shoulder, his hands at her waist to keep her upright.
“Yeeeesss…I just feel so stretched…so full.”
I grin, catching Cam’s half-lidded gaze over her head.
“How’s it feeling for you, Cam?”
He doesn’t even need to answer me because I know how it feels. It’s a wholeness that can’t be described. The broken pieces of our lives, renewing and mending back together again into a complete, living and beating heart.
“Fuck, man. I’m so close. You both feel so fucking good. I can’t even…”
The bump and grind of his dick against mine shoots paralyzing sensations up my spine, my body fighting and straining against the rising tides of my pending orgasm.
“Cam, use your finger and get her off. Our girl deserves it for giving this to us.”
They both moan and he does what I say. His finger fits snuggly between London’s and my bodies, pressing into her swollen clit, circling it with purpose. She pants and moans, her pelvis pushing forward as Cam and I continue pumping inside.
There’s no doubt this is a tough position. The three of us are in tight, small, hard movements that jostle London with each thrust. I can’t even reach her to kiss her because of the angle. But as I stare into her eyes, I watch them close and then flutter open as she releases a long, purring sigh and her pussy spasms around our cocks.
“Oh God, Sage. Can you feel that? So tight…”
“Mmm-hmm,” I reply, surging forward, my hands pressed on the mattress next to Cam’s shoulders.
