His words made me whimper a little as I suppressed a moan.
Could he actually make me come without touching me? It was already close.
That suppressed moan didn’t stay trapped inside me for long.
Cameron’s tongue was so gentle, wet, and warm as it swirled around my clit and then darted between my sensitive folds.
His hands were on my thighs holding me in place as if he knew I’d squirm and writhe if I could.
I looked over at Hugh wondering about his intentions.
He appeared perfectly content to watch my face for every reaction. Not just contented, though. Turned on by it. My gaze scanned down to see him rubbing himself as he thoroughly enjoyed the sexy show. It must have looked good from his position, like a live, private, porny sex show. And one that he was welcome to join in at any time.
How did I ever find myself becoming part of something like this? I didn’t know the answer. I was discovering something new about sex, and the woman I could be, and I loved it.
I loved it so much that when he entered me with his fingers I couldn’t hold back. I didn’t want to. It was as if Cam urged me on, flicked a switch, and sent me over the edge of the cliff.
The orgasm crashed through me like as if it were a tangible physical beast knocking all of the wind right out of me and leaving me breathless.
Then, in one swift movement, he had my legs hoisted over his shoulders; I was suddenly grateful for all the time and money I’d spent on yoga classes.
Like well organized tag team, Hugh handed over a condom and my man Cam was suited up and ready to go
His cock was perfectly poised against my entrance, and I let out an involuntary moan as he teased me with his hesitation.
Cameron chuckled. “I guess that means you’re ready?”
“Yes. Oh God, fuck me, Cameron, fuck me.” I couldn’t believe the words that were coming out of my mouth. I’d never felt such abandon before; nobody had made me want to beg, but at that moment, I needed Cameron more than I needed air.
The head of his cock pressed into me, and it felt so good that I almost blacked out. My body stretched to take him in, and it was just on the right side of painful as he took his time entering me inch by heavenly inch.
I threw my head back when he finally reached his limit, and I cried out in desperate need.
He started to thrust, slowly at first and then picking up speed until he hit a perfect rhythm.
“Hugh?” I panted, “Where are you?” This needed to be a true three-way, and while I was sure he was enjoying the show, I wanted both of my men to be involved.
“I’m here, Muri,” Hugh said, and he was by my side, kneeling on the bed.
He was still rock hard, so I continued where I left off, stroking and pumping his cock until he came with a howl, spraying his hot white seed all over my stomach. I didn’t stop until he’d spilled every last drop; I loved to see how happy I could make this serious man.
Once he’d recovered from his orgasm, Hugh leaned down and kissed me with surprising tenderness; the sensation contrasted sharply to the unyielding pace that Cameron fucked me. The combination was enough to make me come again, hard, and I gasped while bucking my hips desperately in the air.
As my climax began to recede, Cameron’s arrived, and he gave one last powerful thrust as he came. The look of pure lust on his face was almost enough to send me over the edge again.
Eventually, Cameron pulled out, disposed of the condom, and joined us on the bed.
We lay together, naked on top of the covers; three old friends who had done something amazing together. I wanted to stay awake and talk to them all night long, but exhaustion overtook me, and I soon fell into a dreamy sleep, wrapped in my lovers’ arms.
Chapter Five
Hugh Davis
It had been the most magical night of my life, but as I watched her sleep between Cam and me, I thought about the inevitability of this all coming to an end. It wouldn’t last. Nothing that good would ever last long.
She’s going to regret it.
“Wasn’t that amazing?” Cameron whispered.
I wouldn’t expect him to understand. He always expected everything to work out well. He even thought Hannah would be a good match for us, though that was more desperation than genuine belief.
I didn’t have his ability to block out the cold, hard facts. And in this case the fact was Muriel had moved on from our town and from us. One night of fun wasn’t going to change that.
“Let’s go into the living room,” I whispered back at Cameron.