Page 89 of Full Mountie

I flush with embarrassed heat as I realize he’s breathing in the scent of me.

And I’m crazy turned on, so…

Ah. His tongue darts around and licks lightly at my outer lips, then he lifts his head and licks again, finding my wetness this time.

I spread my legs shamelessly, opening myself wider for him, and I realize I’m going to have to work here, because he can’t adjust his position that much.

Except then Hugh does something, and Lachlan rocks forward, his open mouth sliding up my sex until his tongue curls around clit.

I jerk my gaze back to Hugh. He’s got a finger or two inside Lachlan.

Prepping him.

And with each slow thrust of his hand, Lachlan licks me.

“Can you take another?” Hugh asks, and Lachlan groans. I feel the vibration right to my soul. When he nods, Hugh steps back and grabs more lube.

My eyes must be like saucers as I watch breathlessly. I know the mechanics of it from last weekend, but he’s using more lube than he did for the plug, and I hadn’t actuallyseenthat.

“That’s so hot,” I whisper as Hugh wrings a grunt out of Lachlan.

This time when they start shifting back and forth, I match their pattern, rolling my hips and holding myself open so Lachlan can tease my clit better. I’m aching for something more, like his mouth sucking on me, but there’s no point in asking for that until Hugh is actually inside him.

I glance at the condom and Hugh follows my gaze.

“Not long now,” he promises. “I can’t wait to get inside him.”

Lachlan freezes, and I run my fingers over his hair. “Shhh.”

“Yeah, pet him, that’s good.” Hugh grabs the wrapper and rips it open, the tear of plastic making Lachlan strain against the rope. He surges forward, his forehead rolling up onto my hip.

I softly rub Lachlan’s head, pressing him against my body as I watch Hugh sheath himself. He takes his time, getting good and hard, then he strokes himself a few times once he’s covered up, spreading the lube around.

“He’s all slicked up,” I murmur, then I make a soothing sound as Lachlan trembles. “You okay?”

He nods. “Want it.”

“Good. I want to watch.”

He makes a strangled sound in his throat at that. Ooh, a nerve. “Have you ever… been watched?”

He shakes his head in my lap.

That’s heady. Heat swells my breasts, pulls my nipples tight, as I think about what a gift this is. “I can’t wait. This is crazy hot.”

He exhales roughly, hot breath wafting over my bare skin. “Yeah?”

“Oh, absolutely.” I shift restlessly as Hugh taps his erection against Lachlan’s backside. “I’ll shut up now.”

He laughs, then groans as Hugh spreads his cheeks and rubs the fat head of his cock right there.

“Keep talking, Beth.” Hugh hisses in a breath. “Yeah. Fuck. Tell him what you see.”

I’m squirming now. “You’re pushing into him.”

“Slow,” Lachlan says, his voice strained.

“I know.” Hugh pauses, then his hips flex again, just a hair. “Lemme in.”

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