Page 23 of To the Moon and Back

Chris chuckled. “How about you ride me for a minute or two, Lacy?”

He was on the third sofa, the one by the TV screen. He was naked and lying on his back, cock jutting upward. He looked every bit the rock legend. He had a dense black tat on his right shoulder—a skull wearing headphones and shades—and words looping beneath his throat, something in Latin. His hair was tousled, he had two thick silver bands around his left wrist and another tattoo on his right calf, beneath the hairs. I thought it was a compass but couldn’t be sure.

And his offer of a ride, that I couldn’t refuse.

Jed was holding his cock, his thumb over the slit, and he was breathing heavy. He appeared to be concentrating on not coming.

I stood, walked naked to Rich and kissed him, then did the same to Nial. “You boys okay?”

“Never better.” Rich’s pupils were wide.

“Don’t keep the guy waiting.” Nial winked. “He wants you. I love how much they both want you, and you’re ours, all ours.”

“Always.”

Smiling, I sashayed, ass swaying, to Chris.

He pulled a condom on, then held the root of his shaft.

I crawled over him, committing every second to memory—the heat of his skin, his leg hairs rubbing on my flesh, the scent of his minty-champagne breath, and the feel of his long, hard body roped with lean muscle beneath me.

He reached for me, pulling me down by the nape of my neck. My pussy hovered above the tip of his cock.

“Sit on me, ride me,” he whispered.

I didn’t need telling twice. I took him into my pussy, seating myself slowly, teasing us both.

He groaned against my lips, his eyes fluttering shut, his long, dark lashes casting small shadows on his cheeks.

“Good girl.” Jed was at my side, his hands roaming my back. “The poor guy has been obsessing about you all day. He needs this.”

“So do I. Oh…” I hit full depth, Chris’s long cock nudging a place high inside of me.

He clutched my hips, but kept my face close to his. “Now, ride. Make us both come.”

I set up a firm grind, rubbing my clit on his body.

Rich stood naked in my peripheral vision.

Another clattering roll of thunder shook the trailer. The windows illuminated as lightning turned night to day for a few seconds.

On and on I rode Chris. The pressure was building. Soon I’d come again.

“I want you here.” As Jed had spoken, he stroked between the cleft of my buttocks to my asshole.

I stilled.

There, really? I’ve only ever let Rich and Nial touch me there.

“Is that okay?” Jed paused. “With all three of you?”

“Whatever Lacy wants,” Nial said.

“Yeah, whatever she wants.” Rich was closer now and he stroked his hand over my hair. “You okay?”

“Yes.” I looked up at him.

“And do you have an answer for Jed?”

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