“I suppose I could,” he murmured into my neck.
“Maybe a change of scenery…” I threw my head back and sighed, losing my train of thought. His goatee was tickling my skin. God he felt so good!
“Maybe it would…”
“Inspire me?”
“Yes.”
His hands did something magical, and in one smooth motion he’d spun me completely around. Burke was behind me now, kissing my neck. Sliding his ha
nds down my chest, my belly, down past my skirt…
“Maybe you’ll inspire me,” he growled into my ear.
His palms slid lower, until they were touching the bare skin of my inner thighs. He squeezed and I jumped, falling further backward, into his embrace.
“I’m just saying this place… could maybe… help you…”
I was rapidly losing all coherent thought. My body was taking over now, flashing every delicious alarm as my latest date kissed his way along the nape of my neck. Burke’s hands pulled my skirt higher, exposing my naked thighs. His fingers found the silken fabric of my already-drenched thong…
“You wanted it here, didn’t you?” It was more a statement than an actual question. “Up on the roof, beneath the stars.”
I inhaled with a shuddering gasp, leaving the question hanging unanswered on the nighttime silence. With one hand he pinned me tightly against him, his middle finger gliding hard against my swollen button.
God…
With the other, he began fumbling with his belt.
I was finding it strangely easy, being in this kind of relationship. Being almost possessed by these three men, as both a girlfriend and a lover. The physical aspect was simple — the attraction and chemistry I felt for them was already there. But the truth was, I was about to fuck three different people in just as many days.
And that was definitely unorthodox, to put it mildly.
Hell, it was more than unorthodox. It was borderline filthy dirty. Yet instead of making me hesitant, it twisted a sharp knife of excitement somewhere deep in the pit of my stomach.
Mostly, because I knew it had to be this way.
It was something I’d decided over the weekend: that if I was really going to do this, I’d have to give one-hundred percent of myself. No holding back. No half-measures. And that meant once I’d had sex with one of them?
I was going to screw them all.
Oddly enough, that part made perfect sense to me. And besides, the truth was I wanted them. Each of them.
All of them…
Burke was still kissing my neck, chewing my shoulder. He had one arm wrapped firmly around my waist, two fingers slipping downward and into my wetness as he guided me forward, walking me to the edge of the roof.
Then he bent me over… and I felt the warmth and heat of his sex against mine.
It felt amazing as he entered me, all thick and full and hard. My skirt was hiked up around my waist now. His palms were warm on my ass, contrasting wonderfully with the cool rush of nighttime air on my exposed legs and thighs.
“Jesus, Kayleen…”
His moan trailed off somewhere behind me as he began pumping away. Right away I could tell he was experienced. He had excitement and rhythm. Speed and depth, as well as total control. My pussy was screaming with relief. Thankful for every second he was still inside me, for every stroke he delivered into me from behind.
Fuckkkkk…
Our whole union was beautiful, in every aspect of the word. The midnight silence. The desert air. The moonlit mountains way off in the distance, bouncing gently in my vision as I was drilled from behind.