But he didn’t give her what she wanted. He toyed with her breasts as Rylan slipped another finger inside her. Those long fingers moved, slow at first, then faster, deeper, curling suddenly to hit a spot that made her gasp. Rylan’s muffled chuckle shot up her spine like an electric current.
“Are you gonna be a good girl and come for us?” Connor whispered.
“Yes,” she wheezed.
“Tell Ry what it’ll take to get you there. Tell him what you need.”
Her head was spinning, the aching demands of her body too intense to vocalize.
Connor gave a sharp tug on her hair. “Tell him.”
“My clit,” she whimpered. “Suck on my clit.”
Rylan proved he was equally good at following directions, because his mouth found her core again, his lips wrapping around the swollen bud, which demanded attention. He gave a hard suck, and Hudson went off like a grenade. The orgasm slammed into her, making her cry out and fall back against Connor’s chest.
“That’s it, baby. There you go. Ride it out.” His fingers flicked her nipples as Rylan’s mouth stayed latched to her clit, milking the pleasure from her body until she was weak-kneed and dazed.
Hudson blinked rapidly. For a moment she forgot where she was. She registered the sunlight beating down on her, the scent of warm earth and summer grass. Soft kisses on the insides of her thighs. A teasing lick to her clit that made her wriggle. Then Rylan rose to his feet and kissed her hard enough to make her gasp. She tasted herself on his tongue, and it was so insanely erotic that she grabbed onto his bare chest to hold herself steady.
But she didn’t have to worry. Connor was still there, the solid wall of his body plastered to her spine, the anchor keeping her grounded. He rubbed his erection against her buttocks, and then he was gone, triggering a rush of disappointment that faded fast, because he simply shifted positions so he was next to Rylan, facing her.
Then he took her hand and moved it to Rylan’s zipper. “Undo his pants.”
Her fingers trembled, but somehow she managed to clasp the little tab and slowly pull it down. The metal teeth released inch by inch, and then Rylan’s jeans popped open. When his cock sprang up, she experienced a clench of panic. If she had sex… with either of them… without protection…
Her anxiety eased when Connor spoke again. “Let’s see how good you are at returning the favor. Give him your mouth.”
Rylan’s piercing glittered in the sunlight. She wondered what it would feel like against her tongue. She wondered if Connor was pierced too. At this rate, she’d never get to find out, because his jeans stayed zipped despite the very noticeable erection straining inside them.
He caught her gaze and smirked. “You’re just dying for my cock, aren’t you? Shame on you, sweetheart. You’re gonna give Ry a complex.”
“No, I’m going to give him a blow job.”
Both men chuckled, but neither looked surprise by the bold response.
It surprised her, though. She wasn’t usually so brazen, but she couldn’t help herself. Not when she wanted them both so badly.
Meeting Rylan’s eyes, she wrapped her fingers around his shaft and gave it a tentative pump.
His chest rose as he inhaled. “Ah. That’s nice.”
Connor’s mocking gaze found hers. “You’ll have to do better than that. When you put your hands on a man’s cock, you don’t want to hear him say it’s nice.”
Her nostrils flared, a spark of indignation prompting her to tighten her grip.
“Fuck,” Rylan ground out.
“There you go,” Connor said in approval. His hand brushed her cheek in a tender caress before curling around her neck. “On your knees, Hudson. I want to see those sexy lips wrapped around his dick.”
Her bare knees collided with the dirt as Connor guided her down with a commanding hand. Her heartbeat galloped, rattling her rib cage, pounding in her ears. She’d done this only a couple times before, with men who’d been terrified that Dom might walk in and find her mouth on their dicks. Her sexual encounters had always taken place in the dark, in secrecy. Awkward, hurried joinings with lovers who’d wanted to come as fast as they could so they wouldn’t get caught.
Rylan’s erection was… daunting. The thickness of it, the piercing, the drop of moisture pearled on the blunt tip.
“Don’t be shy,” Connor chided.
Hudson took a breath. Then she leaned in and licked the crown of Rylan’s cock.
She was rewarded by a strangled curse and a shudder, a response that gave her the confidence to continue. She lapped up the moisture at his tip, the salty flavor combining with the metallic taste of his piercing as it bumped her tongue. She toyed with the smooth barbell, teasing it with her tongue and summoning a groan from his lips.