Free Bondi Beach Boys by Rhian Cahill

dragging across sensitized tissues with devastating results. Her whole body buzzed like a live wire. The fine hairs on her arms stood on end and goose bumps cover her from head to toe. Each push in tangled with a pull out in a confusing collision Piper had no idea how to deal with. She couldn’t move, couldn’t join their rhythm because they were contradictory. All she could do was lay pinned between them and enjoy the ride.
    The sharp sting of pain had long gone, but the burn of stretched muscles remained, adding a bite to the pleasure coursing through her blood, zapping over her nerves. Sam slid his hands between her and Nate to cup her breasts, pinch her nipples. Nate’s fingers burrowed under her thigh and zeroed in on her clit. She rocked between them as they continued to pump into her. Heat blazed, starting in her clit and vibrating out until it hit her core and detonated in a fireball of piercing pleasure.
    Piper’s body bucked, every muscle clamping down, trapping both men inside her. For one second neither could move in or out, but then the wave rolled over and they surged in together. She screamed, the sound flung from her body on a breath of fire. Every inch of her was incinerated in a blinding orgasm. Sam squeezed her breasts hard and drove into her arse like never before. He froze, buried to his balls, and warmth pooled around his invading cock. Nate jerked under her, his length darting in and out as he too lost the fight and came with a grunt.
    Heat bathed her lower belly as they emptied their bodies into hers. She wanted that warmth to spread, wanted it to seep inside her until it became part of her. The thought scared her. Piper was far from stupid and knew going without protection could mean all kinds of complications, but she wanted to do it anyway. Sam inched his way out of her, the slide of his deflating cock sending aftershocks through her arse. As he finally pulled free and her muscles shrank back, a mild ache filled the void he’d left inside her. She groaned with the unfamiliar discomfort.
    “Are you okay? I didn’t hurt you?” Sam kissed her shoulder, her cheek. “Stay there and let me get a cloth to clean you up.”
    She tried to lift off Nate, but his arms tightened around her.
    “Uh-uh. Stay right where you are until Sam gets back.”
    Piper relaxed against Nate’s chest. His heart beat beneath her ear, and the rhythm and her body’s exhaustion lulled her into a light sleep. The swipe of a warm cloth between her legs jerked her awake fully. She turned her head and looked over her shoulder to see Sam cleaning her with a washcloth. A towel sat on the bed beside him and he dried her carefully after wiping clean every square inch of her pussy, arse, and thighs. Nate’s cock was no longer inside her and she had no idea when he’d slipped free.
    Sam bent forward, bringing his face close to her groin. She tried to close her legs but he held her open and continued his perusal. Squirming, Piper buried her face in Nate’s neck to hide her embarrassment.
    “Is she okay?”
    Nate’s words had her head snapping up, her gaze darting back to look at Sam.
    “A little red in places.” He brushed a finger over her anus and she flinched.
    “Sore, baby?” Nate asked.
    She shook her head. “No. Not really.” Sam grazed her puckered hole again and no matter how much she tried she couldn’t stop herself from wincing. “A little sensitive, that’s all.”
    “Maybe we should run the tub?”
    “No, I’m fine.” Piper covered her mouth as a yawn broke free. “Just need to rest for a bit and then I’ll leave.” Her final words slurred as sleep took hold.
    “Leave? I don’t think so. You’re staying right here with us.” Sam patted her arse.
    “Nope, no leaving now.” Nate’s hand massaged the muscles in her neck.
    Piper barely had enough energy to breathe, never mind comment, so she gave in to the drowsiness creeping in.
     
    Sam held Piper in his arms while Nate went to clean up. She