Page 80 of Recurve Ridge

She exploded around me in seconds, a strangled cry breaking her next kiss with Jon. Glazed eyes, a touch wild at the edges, stared at me. I released her nipple with a softpopand reared over them both to kiss her, leaving my fingers embedded within her sweet, hot flesh, teasing her with slow pulses so she writhed between us.

Her moans were our soundtrack, but I was a greedy asshole and swallowed everything she offered me. Mari tasted of coffee and strawberries and whiskey. Jon’s fingers met my wrist at her gushing pink pussy and slid in alongside mine. Her cry shattered the pensive quiet of my room, and I knew the boys outside would rub one out—if they hadn’t left the house altogether.

The feel of him working her body alongside me heightened my arousal. I offered her an apologetic look as I pulled my mouth from hers and slammed it over his instead, kissing him in a frenzy as we fucked her together with our fingers. Jon groaned into my mouth, one hand clamped behind my head, our tongues sliding together, and then he pulled away.

“For her,” he reminded me roughly, shoving me back.

I nodded my thanks at the sacrifice he made of his own pleasure to serve us both and found Mari’s face filled with wonder and awe. I leaned down to kiss her gently, though all the good intentions in my world didn’t last half a minute with the taste of them both on my tongue.

She cried out against my mouth, her body already bearing down on our joined fingers, her muscles fluttering with the onset of her next orgasm. I brushed my thumb across her clit, extending her pleasure as much as I could before she crashed again.

“Stunning. Come for us again.” I swept hair back from her face where it was plastered to her cheek. “I won’t ruin the most beautiful thing in my life.”

Jon caught my eye, and we sank our fingers deeper, easing into her secret places.

“Oh—” Her lilt shattered with her breath.

What started as a question ended as a drawn-out whimper. Her body trembled between us as a fresh gush of searing arousal coated our hands, and she slid boneless against Jon’s chest. I licked at a droplet of sweat that had beaded on the top of her breast, concealing a groan. This night was meant for her, not for me, and she was still tender, inside and out.

“Good girl,” I murmured, easing my fingers from her, along with Jon’s. It took everything in me not to suck his fingers clean of her slick.

Jon leaned back, kicking his legs out on either side of me to let me draw her down his body until her head rested on his stomach. I slid my hand behind her nape, supporting her. My knuckles grazed the hard ridge of Jon’s arousal. I pressed her back until his body tightened beneath us. His sharp intake fueled my own need, but I pushed the fantasy of having them both from my mind. This had to be about Mari, not either of us. A scene to play out another night, perhaps.

Her eyes fluttered, thick lashes sweeping down to close over her midnight gaze. “Robe, I can’t….” She trailed off, stretching sinuously against Jon. She draped her arms over his thick thighs, her legs spread around my tapered hips where I lay between them.

I doubted I’d ever see a sexier sight in my life.

But she wouldn’t thank me for ramming my need home into her tender body. My control already frayed to a tight thread, I looked to Jon for support. He nodded, offering a small smile as he traced the swells of her breasts, then along her throat in sweeping touches designed both to soothe and create a desperate, boiling ache deep within. Watching me have her when he held her body to his must be excruciating, but I couldn’t do this without him.

Ineededhim.

To make sure I didn’t go too far.

To make sure I didn’t destroy her.

He retrieved a condom from my bedside table and tossed the foil packet at me. Humor glinted in his eyes, and I knew I’d owe him well after this.

Fisting my length to deny myself what I craved, I slid down her body and dipped my head to kiss the pretty little offering laid out before me, needing to taste her pussy before I sank balls deep inside her. Mari moaned, hooking her legs around my shoulders. I stroked my tongue along tender flesh, savoring her taste, then flicked it over her clit. Waiting until she trembled on the edge, I pushed my way back up her body and held her still, stroking her clit with my fingertips as I notched myself at her entrance.

Her sensual, hooded gaze latched on to mine as I pushed in a little. Hot and slick as she was, I found the edge of my determination, desperate not to disgrace myself within her sweet pussy before she came again. Mari’s eyes widened as she opened her pretty mouth and gave me a sweet, splintered scream. Yet she let Jon hold her open for me, all spread out like a beautiful offering. Her pussy hugged my cock tight as I held myself back, aching to drive balls deep in her heat.

One more inch, then another. I paused to let her stretch around me, unmoving until her body softened with each shallow thrust until I reached halfway home.

Jon played with her breasts, rolling her nipples between his calloused fingers as he watched me impale her on my length. His pelvis tilted, and he eased his hips up so I felt like I was fucking them both—or maybe we were both fucking her—together. She arched and whimpered between us, all slick heat and searing liquid flutters as she let me in. Soft moans ripped at my heart and tightened my balls into heavy stones.

Not an inch of pain lit her face, her body accommodating me thanks to the combination of our stretching her earlier and her desperate need that matched my own. She took everything I gave her and reached out, drawing me closer even as she turned her head to kiss along Jon’s arm where it was braced around her. He panted with her, his gaze shifting between us as he held her gently, straining against his own need—written baldly across his face—to flip her over and fuck her into the bed.

I gritted my teeth, the sight of her taking pleasure in us both too much. Maybe having Jon in the room for our first time hadn’t been my best idea. I needed to last longer than a few minutes to give Mari what she deserved. After she got used to me, then we could arrange a playdate. Or five.

“Are you okay, Mari?” I rested my hands on her open thighs, straining not to slam into her for the pure pleasure of earning a raw scream from her throat as I filled her.

“Would youplease—” She gasped for breath, rocking her hips against my hand where I stroked her clit. “—hurry up, Robe? I’m dying.” The befuddled look she sent me teetered between lust and love, and I laughed.

I moved over her body, angling a little deeper, and leaned in for a kiss. “How about now?” I slid all the way home, not stopping until my thighs rested against hers and she took my full weight. “Better, sweetheart? Not hurting you?”

Her cry echoed inside my head, a fast road to pure, bliss-induced insanity.

“Much,” she gasped. “No pain. It’s… you. Perfect.” Tears broke at the corners of her eyes as she wrapped her legs around my waist, urging me deeper.

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