Page 155 of Full Mountie

“This one is silicone,” Hugh says. “I’ve been wanting to try it for a while. Tonight seemed like a good opportunity to give it a whirl.”

Whirl. I can only imagine.

And when I do, I get pretty slick all on my own.

Lachlan pulls all the blankets and pillows off the bed as Hugh closes in on me, a wolfish predator on the prowl. He strips me down, then boosts me into his arms, wrapping my legs around his waist before he carries me to the bed’s edge.

“Tonight is all about you,” he says roughly as we tumble onto the mattress.

Lachlan joins us, crowding against me from the other side. Hugh cups my face, then turns me away from him, towards Lachlan. Presenting me to our lover for a kiss.

Our tongues tangle in a hot, wet slide as Hugh kisses the back of my neck and across my shoulder. He reaches around and cups my breasts, then eases me back so Lachlan can work down my body.

My nipples ache for his mouth, and when he moves from one to the other, I whimper at the loss. Before I can say I want his fingers there, Hugh’s shifting out from behind me. I fall gently onto my back, arms flailing wide, and Hugh covers the peak that Lachlan just left.

Together they lick and pull and suck at my breasts until I’m writhing between them. Hugh breaks away long enough to grab the lube, then he returns his mouth to my chest. Blindly, he pumps some lube into his hand, then spreads that slickness into mine.

I reach for their cocks, and the lube really is extra something. Hugh goes back for more, and then he’s sliding lube through my labia. I hardly need that, but as he strokes my folds, it feels…different. Like this lube might last a while. Like he has plans to fuck me until dawn, to take his time and keep me on the edge.

“Are you going to take turns inside me?” I’m all breathless. It would be embarrassing if, as I asked that, their cocks didn’t flex together as if they share a dirty brain.

“Now we are,” Lachlan says, kissing me hard. He rolls me towards Hugh, so I’m on my side, and I kiss the instigator of all this slippery fun.

Lachlan lifts my top thigh and nudges his erection up against my entrance. “Me first.”

Heat flares through me. Okay. The first thrust is so slick, it’s almost too much. I gasp at the unforgiving stretch, but as he rocks all the way into me, it feels too good to not beg for him more. “Again.”

His hand tightens on my hip and he pumps his hips, three more ruthless thrusts before he slides out.

Oh, God. That’s cruel. I practically crawl onto Hugh, pulling him inside me to replace that empty ache. He’s thicker than Lachlan, so I get another squirmy press of male flesh inside me. Taking up space and laying down a claim.

Theirs.

Forever.

He takes his time, pressing in, then out. Grinding against my clit at the bottom of each thrust, and teasing my entrance when he pulls back.

Then it’s Lachlan’s turn again.

Then Hugh.

I’m dizzy by the time Lachlan bottoms out in my pussy again, and when I reach for Hugh, Lachlan is still inside me.

“Easy there,” he whispers in my ear. “One at a time.”

Hugh throbs in my hand. Then he takes his place inside me, and when he’s balls deep, he leans in and kisses me. Hard, demanding, and turned on. “Feels so good, rubbing up against Lachlan. Jockeying for position inside our woman. Sharing you like this. We’re going to do this all night.”

I whimper, and he eases out. We keep kissing as Lachlan takes me again.

Then Hugh again.

I’m shaking and so wet for them. I don’t need lube at all, but it doesn’t stop Hugh from reaching for the tub.

More lube.

More fucking.

In.

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