Page 22 of Bedroom Rodeo

Grasping Piers by the hips, Ash nuzzled his cock with his lips, brushing them over the mushroomed head and down the side all the way to the base. Piers’s balls tightened.

“Stroke my balls. Oh god, yeahhh. Like that. You know just how I need it.” He sank his fingers into Ash’s hair and brought his head back. “Open for me. I’m going to feed you my cock, then pour my cum down your throat.”

“Stop.” The word was faint. Weak.

He stilled. Piers froze. Slowly, they turned their heads and pierced Sylvee in their stares.

A pink flush burned in her high cheekbones. Her throat worked on a swallow.

“I can’t take it another minute.” With that, she yanked off her towel and let it drop to the floor.

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The temperature in the room climbed the longer Sylvee watched her best friends pleasure each other. Their glorious bodies turned her on, and she hadn’t even seen more than a few bits and pieces of them.

They were more than enough though. Ample, even.

Okay, she’d call them hung. Like bulls.

Her pussy was soaked. A bead of her juices trickled a slow path down one inner thigh. Her nipples were sharp points, aching for not one mouth but two to drive her to the brink of ecstasy.

Somewhere between Washington and Alaska, she’d lost her mind. She could not be thinking about her best friends this way.

She’d never expected to see them together like this, though.

When her towel hit the floor, Ash jolted to his feet. Piers snaked out an arm, hooking her around the hips, and yanked her in. His mouth crushed over hers, sealing in her cry, as Ash ducked his head and took her nipple in his mouth.

The same mouth that had been about to take Piers’s cock.

Oh god. Her insides tremored. She’d heard that earthquakes were common in Alaska, but she never expected to experience any, let alone one of this magnitude.

Piers drove his tongue inside her mouth, gathering the cries she emitted at the feel of Ash sucking her nipple. He lapped it slow and gentle.

Then grazed it with his teeth.

“Yes!” She cupped his head and dragged him closer. Piers skimmed a hand over her spine, then lower to her ass.

She hadn’t been touched in so long that goose bumps exploded all over her body.

“Get her to the bed.” Piers’s rough order barely scraped over her brain before he and Ash lifted her.

They bore her down on the bed. She sank into the mattress with one man at her head and one at her middle. Four hands hit her flesh, and she lost her mind.

Her grip on reality slipped through her fingers as sensation took over. They touched her—everywhere. One hand roamed over her breast. Someone sucked the other nipple in slow pulls and flicks of his tongue.

Another hand latched on to her thigh and parted her knees. The air rushed over her soaking wet pussy.

“Wait!” She reached a hand between her legs. “Nobody’s seen me naked in—”

“Fuck, I knew this pussy would be this pretty.” Ash. Ash was talking about her pussy. Something that never happened before.

And he liked the way she looked. After Charlie’s affair completely crushed her self-esteem, somebody was looking at her with admiration in his eyes. Looking at her like a woman.

Now she couldn’t think of why she never let those crushes she had on her friends run rampant. She’d missed out on so much pleasure…

Another hand came beneath her body to cradle her buttocks. Then she was lifted.

A mouth hit her pussy. She let out a gasp, jerking her head off the bed to see whose head was buried between her thighs. Again, Ash.

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