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"That," I grunted. "Let's do that."
Drake threw the keys at me, pulling Blue into the backseat of the truck. "Drive, dude."
I grinned, putting the car in gear and twisting to reverse her out. "Just make sure you've got belts on."
"Will do," Drake muttered as he pulled Blue closer, his hands fisting at the back of her shirt, pressing her closer.
We were greedy men. Demanding, forward, unafraid to declare what we wanted and take it. They made out in the backseat like teens while I drove to a secluded strip of beach. With the sun now completely down, the surfer's beach often became a lover's hang out for frisky teens. But it was still too early in the night for them, making it the perfect place for us.
I pulled into a spot just behind the dunes, the night sky large and bright before us.
I got out, rounding the side of the truck to pull open the back door. Blue and Drake were locked in a tight embrace, their clothes disheveled and hair a mess.
Hot as fuck.
I reached down, pulling a picnic blanket out from under the driver's seat. Drake leisurely wrapped up their make-out session, soothing Blue's protesting whimper with a quiet whisper of assurance that more was to come.
Oh, honey. You have no idea
"Come on," Drake commanded, pulling them both out of the truck. "Dane wants a little something too."
Blue looked over at me, her mouth swollen, eyes a little dazed. I fell in behind them, watching in satisfaction as they stumbled in the sand, laughing as they led us down to the beach.
While they kicked sand at each other, I scouted for a sheltered nook, spreading the blanket and settling down to watch.
Blue snatched up a fistful of sand, tossing it at Drake. He roared, dashing at her, gently dropping a shoulder to her stomach and throwing her over his shoulder in a fireman hold.
"Drake!" She shrieked, her dark hair tumbling down, her shirt slipping to reveal the shape of her back, her dark skin beautiful in the moonlight.
The small glimpse broke my control.
"Bring her here."
Chapter Seven
Blue
I shivered at the possessive need in Dane's voice as he ordered us to him. Drake immediately complied, keeping me slung over his shoulder. One hand rested on my ass, rubbing soothing circles as he hauled me across the sand to Dane. Arriving at the picnic rug, he bent, gently putting me down.
I laughed, my hands resting on his shoulders, I shook my head at Drake. "You're terrible."
"And you're adorable," he returned, dropping a kiss to my nose.
"Take off his pants," Dane's rumbled direction sent a hot spear of need shooting straight to my core. I dropped to my knees, feeling the sand shift under me. I twisted, ensuring I would give Dane the best view as I reached for Drake's fly. I felt both their eyes on me, watching with heat as I pulled the zip down, revealing the hard outline of Drake's cock pressed against his boxer briefs.
"Oh," I murmured, feeling the need to tease them both just a little. "What do we have here?" I slipped my fingers into the band of his briefs, pulling them down along with his jeans. His cock sprang free, thick, heavy and proud, jutting out at me. I ignored it and instead reached down to help him remove his shoes, socks then tossed the clothes aside. He let me but got impatient, ripping off his own shirt, throwing it at Dane who caught it one-handed.
"Lick the tip." Dane ordered, shifting on the blanket to begin removing his clothes.
I did, just a tiny flick of my tongue against the salty, hot tip of Drake's cock.
"Fuck," Drake's hips jerked, but he remained in place, letting Dane guide us.
"You want him, baby?" Dane's voice was gruff in the warm night air. "You want to suck him? You want that big cock in your mouth?"
I whimpered a little and nodded, my pussy wet, panties soaked. I wanted this, him, them. I wanted a cock in my mouth and one in my pussy – though I'd had settled for either.
"Take him," Dane demanded. "Take him deep."
