Page 90 of Full Mountie

“It’s going to feel so good,” I whisper as I tug on Lachlan’s hair. Time for him to be distracted. I pull his face to my pussy and roll my hips, no longer nervous about him breathing in the scent of me. Breath it in? I want to rub it all over him, to cover him with sex so he forgets to be nervous about me watching Hugh take him like this.

And it works.

He dives right in, his lips and tongue moving urgently over my swollen flesh. Each lick and thrust is electric, and the guttural cries he lets out in between are erotic as hell, too.

Behind him, Hugh rolls his head, tipping his face to the ceiling. I gaze through glassy eyes at the way his muscles strain, too. Two raging beasts rutting in front of me, at my command.

“Is this what it was like when it was just the two of you?” I ask. A remarkably coherent question for how sex-muddled I feel.

Lachlan groans and Hugh nods slowly. “Yeah. Sort of. You’re a delicious addition. You love her, don’t you, Lachlan?”

He means my taste, that’s all.

But as Lachlan sucks my clit into his mouth, suddenly hard and demanding, a wave of intense emotion slams into me. I jerk my gaze back to Hugh’s face and he gives me a crooked, knowing smile.

I drop my gaze to the rope ladder holding Lachlan’s arms behind his back. Further back, to the spot where Hugh is now seated fully inside him.

Sex.

Focus on the sex.

“Are you ready to get fucked, baby?” I tug on his hair. “That’s so good, just like that. Keep sucking on my clit. And Hugh’s going to blow your mind.”

I don’t even know what I’m talking about, but it sounds hot, and frankly, I can’t imagine he’d consent to it if it wasn’t going to blow his mind.

It’s blowing mine, and I’m a body removed from the intrusion.

But I know what it’s like when Hugh slides into me, taking up a breathtaking amount of space where there’s normally nothing but longing. And I’ve imagined taking him—taking either of them—in my ass.

It makes me clench tight, but it also makes me hot and achy.

“You’re so lucky,” I whisper. “Hugh’s good, isn’t he? I can tell he’s taking his time. Letting you adjust to how big he is. How thick and hard.”

“I’ve gotta go slow,” the intruder says, his eyelids heavy and his lips swollen as he gazes lovingly at where Lachlan is stretched around him. “He’s tight.”

Big, thick, hard. Tight.

Such dirty words. I like them all. “He feels good?”

“Fucking amazing. I’ve missed this.” He rocks forward, and Lachlan curls his tongue around my clit, greedily sucking at me.

“Do that again,” I breathe, and Hugh does, and Lachlan does, and it’s so decadently sinful I want to scream.

Hugh shifts his hold on Lachlan, his big, thick fingers tangling in the ropes, and I lose myself in the rhythm of our bodies, the push and pull of sex. Heat swirls beneath the surface of my skin, and from the soft sheen of sweat coating Lachlan’s bulging arms, he feels it too.

Hugh looks cool as a cucumber, the dirty man that he is. But the look in his eyes betrays that this is unusually hot for him, too. He’s wild for it, deep down. Wild for us, together, spread out on the bed in front of him.

I cup my breasts, pulling on my nipples. Put on a bit of a show. Touching myself, touching Lachlan, too. Hugh likes it best when I hold Lachlan’s head between my legs and get myself off, pulling my thighs up and then spreading them wide.

“He’s driving me wild,” I tell Hugh, my voice cracking. “His mouth is so good.”

“Your pussy tastes like magic, that’s why. I want a taste myself when we’re done.”

“I’ll be dead when we’re done.”

“I’ll bring you back to life with my tongue.”

“Is that magic, too?”

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