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“Or tasting you come,” Cale put in, adjusting the bulge in his jeans.
She sighed and relaxed into Tony’s protective hold. He cradled her against him, his hands and arms blocking as much of the view of her body as possible. If he didn’t want to share her anymore, she could deal with that just fine.
“Now we’re going for a ride,” he said next to her cheek, surprising her all over again. Apparently the night wasn’t through.
“Okay.” She turned to him and wrapped her arms around his neck. “Whatever you want.”
He got that, didn’t he? That she wasn’t just operating for herself anymore. If he needed something else, if this didn’t work for him, she’d compromise. They’d find a way to make this work. They had to.
“You got that wrong.” He kissed her so sweetly that her vision blurred before she let her lids close. “We’re here to give you what you want. And that’s Cale in your ass.”
Cale followed that up with a nip on the area in question, in the center of her left cheek. She squealed and whirled around, shaking her head at their laughter. Such men.
“C’mere.” Cale patted his lap, drawing her attention to the indisputable fact that he had a monster cock. Since he’d so kindly shoved his jeans to the knees while she’d been taking a one-way-trip to romancelandia with her boyfriend, it stood in all its glory, probably commanding the attention of most of the females nearby.
She glanced around and saw that she was right.
“Go on,” Tony said with a chuckle, giving her a little shove. “Climb on before the horde starts lining up for autographs.”
“He’s not ready to sign any yet. Maybe in a couple minutes.” Cale lifted his brows at Marcia. “Depends on if your hot mama decides to make my night.”
“Hot mama, huh? That’s a new one.” Marcia giggled and started to straddle his lap, but Tony pulled her back.
“Spin around, baby. You know the kind of ride you both want most.”
Her heart knocking against her ribs, she turned and shuddered at the sensation of Cale sliding his hand through the abundant arousal between her thighs. Then she felt his damp fingers probing at her rosette, teasing her as they glided just inside. She bit her lip. Fuck, that felt good. And so would Cale, assuming she could turn on a waterfall. That was the only way she’d be able to take him inside her. “Uh, guys, I think we need—”
“Already taken care of.” Tony grabbed his brown paper bag and removed a tube of lube.
She nodded, relaxing. “You’re my kind of Scout. Who needs a utility knife?”
“Yeah, so let’s get going with our campfire. Bend over and show me that ass. Let me get you nice and wet.”
She did as Cale asked, stiffening for a heartbeat before his slick fingers stroked between her cheeks. He started with two, probably figuring she could take it. Maybe thinking she’d adjust soon enough if she couldn’t. The burn was brief and then he was working her with first two, then three fingers. He curved them just right so that she felt herself opening up, inside and out. Her arousal gathered between her legs, sliding down to coat her thighs while she grabbed her knees and tried not to come again so soon. God, she had the most sensitive ass in the world.
“I love watching you. Do you have any clue how sexy you are?”
Her flippant response died on her tongue when Tony cupped her chin and laid his lips against her forehead. The sound of a packet ripping barely registered over the sweeps of her lover’s mouth on her skin.
He was right here with her, sharing this. Sexy fun times three. No more doubts, nothing to mar this moment. She couldn’t wait to have him inside her again.
Then Tony reached for the dildo and lube.
Before she could question it, Cale removed his fingers and spread his legs. She barely had a chance to get used to being empty again when he pulled her down on him, not wasting any time on niceties or even a friendly “incoming”. Apparently he was ready to fuck. Now.
With one heart-stopping thrust he impaled her on his cock. The startled cry that left her was as much pain as pleasure. Hot damn, he was huge. She couldn’t even breathe from the fullness of him inside her and now Tony was pointing that glistening glass dildo like a kinkster’s idea of a light saber.
Belatedly, she realized he was pointing it at Cale, not her. Thank God. She’d officially flung up a “no vacancy” sign on her orifices for the foreseeable future. “What the hell, man?” Tony tossed aside the lube. “She’s not a goddamn blow-up doll.”
“Sorry.” Cale’s warm breaths blasted her back as he hauled her against him. “Sorry, sweetheart. Are you okay?”
“Marsh?” Tony brushed his hand down her hair. “Baby, are you okay?”
“I’ll pull out. Hold on, sweetheart.” When he started to, she met Tony’s worried gaze and gripped Cale’s muscled forearm. She shook her head and gave Cale a weak squeeze, both inside and out. That would have to do.
Cale groaned softly. “Sure?”
Maybe if he shifted she’d be able to concentrate on something else. Surely no one had died at Kink before. She didn’t intend to be the first.
