“Oh, the irony,” Duke said with a soft chuckle. His thumb pressed against her pliant and ready asshole. “Ready, Em?”
Emma looked back at him and was entranced by the heat in his gray eyes. She returned his smile and nodded. She rested her cheek on the towels and groaned softly when she felt Duke’s blunt head at her anus. He felt enormous, but she was sure she could handle this. She breathed deep and willed her body to give in to him.
“Good, Em. You’re doing great.”
Duke pressed on her asshole and began to rock against her. The lubricant he’d worked into her did its job, and she could feel him gaining ground with each shallow thrust. Her heart was pounding out a rapid rhythm as his breath grew deep and raspy. “Oh, fuck, yes, Emma.”
His impassioned words made her want to give everything to him, to them both. She clasped Gage’s hand and made eye contact with him as she arched slightly and carefully pushed back on Duke’s next thrust. His cockhead slid through her resistant opening, and she gulped in a breath of air and moaned.
“Fuck! Yes,” Duke crooned as he stopped thrusting for a moment. “Don’t move, Emma. Give me a few seconds. You feel…amazing.”
Emma focused on breathing as she grew accustomed to the feeling of him in her ass. She became antsy for him to move and experimented with grinding back on him gently, working him in and out with tiny undulating movements.
Duke moaned softly. “The way you move, Em. Damn. I’m addicted to you.”
She knew exactly what he meant. “Can I have more?”
Duke laid his hot hands on her hips and caressed her. “Yes.”
He must have bent over her, because she suddenly felt his lips pressed against her shoulder, and then his chest made reassuring, warm contact with her back. He thrust in gentle, smooth strokes, and her breath rasped in and out in a staccato rhythm as she took more and more of him.
“Oh, yes, yes, yes, Duke.” She arched, wanting him all, feeling stretched nearly to the point of pain. Finally, his balls rubbed against her pussy and she thought she had just about all of him.
He drew back and thrust one last time and groaned. She reached back and caressed his cheek as he pressed a kiss against her shoulder then stood once more.
“Fuck me, Duke.”
He pulled back and thrust to the root again and growled deep in his chest. “You’re killing me, Em. You feel so good.”
She moaned as he thrust again and allowed it when he drew her back slightly on the table. She understood why a moment later when she felt Gage stroking her sopping-wet cunt from underneath while Duke stroked into her ass.
In a husky voice, Gage said, “What a hot little pussy you have, angel. Are you looking forward to us fucking you together?”
His words brought to mind what she imagined the three of them would look like together, and her pussy swelled and throbbed almost unbearably. Duke’s long, slick strokes over the sensitive nerve endings in her ass were creating a tidal wave of tension inside her.
“Yes, Gage. I want to feel you both inside me.” His gentle fingers stroked and teased at her cunt until she was sure she was about to come.
“Soon, angel.”
Duke ground out, “I’m about to come, Em. You ready?”
She hovered on the brink of orgasm and whispered, “Yes, Duke. I’m—I’m, oh, Duke…”
He gripped her hips and began thrusting harder. It was just the push she needed when she heard the tiny whir of the little vibrator being switched on. Her pussy clenched before it even touched her, and when it did, she went off like a rocket, screaming against her fist as Duke growled, thrust deep twice more, and cried out in ecstasy. He wrapped his arms beneath her torso and squeezed her to him as he ground against her ass. His passionate groan filled her ears, and she smiled as he pressed his parted lips to her shoulder blade.
Stars swam in her vision, and they both shuddered in pleasure together. Finally, he released her and braced his hands on either side of her and heaved shaky breaths. “Thank you, sweetheart.” His voice was low and filled with love.
* * * *
Nobody ever showed up at their campground that evening. They had the whole quiet place to themselves. As Gage lay with Emma cuddled between him and his cousin, he listened to the soothing sounds of the river flowing past them just a few yards away. They’d grilled burgers for supper then sat around the fire telling stories until Emma yawned. She hadn’t protested when they put her to bed and expected her to do nothing more than go to sleep.
Gage loved that she was so willing with them, seizing every opportunity she was presented to be with them, but he didn’t want her to feel like they were using her. Her animated face during the sky dive came to mind, and Gage smiled in the dark. No wonder she was so tired that evening.