Free Gun Shy by Emma Hillman

he teased her as he slid up the bed and positioned himself between her legs.
    “Oh.” She blinked. “Drew?”
    “Yeah?” He wasn’t really following the conversation now, too busy checking her out from up close. She’d shaved since their last time together. Her lips were bare, her curls forming a thinner line that stopped right where it became interesting. He hummed as the scent of her arousal drifted all over him. She was so fucking wet!
    “Make me come. Pretty please?”
     
    He hadn’t needed to be told twice!
    Kristyn’s thighs spread even more under the pressure of his torso, her knees forced to lie against the mattress. The position was somewhat uncomfortable, but it wasn’t as if she was going to tell him off, not when he was slowly tracing her slit, from her clit to her opening, down to where the plug hung out of her.
    “Ohhh,” she moaned, the sound growing louder with each passing minute.
    Scott was busy playing with her breasts, shaping them and weighing them with obvious relish. Two fingers on each nipple, he squeezed then twisted them to the left. She gasped at the sharp pain echoing throughout her. But instead of telling him to stop, she found herself asking him to do it again.
    He chuckled softly, the sound wrapping around her.
    That movie had aroused her, but it was nothing compared to what these two men could do. Drew’s tongue flicked her clit. Her thighs clenched around his shoulders, but he didn’t pay it any mind, simply kept on licking her pussy as if his life depended on it.
    When his fingers trailed downward and grabbed the end of the plug, she braced herself. And rightly so. He twisted it inside her, just like that. He didn’t warn her, didn’t stop sucking on her clit either.
    “God!” she cried out, her heels digging into the bed. Stars appeared in front of her eyes, and she knew what that meant. “Again!”
    They both responded, Scott pinching her nipples while Drew twisted the toy another forty-five degrees.
    She went flying.
    There was just no other description for how her body reacted or felt when the rest of the world faded to black.

 
     
     
     
    Chapter Ten
     
     
    “Christ,” Scott muttered as Kristyn slowly lowered herself onto his cock.
    It was so hot inside her, so damn tight too thanks to the plug still lodged in her ass. In a few minutes, Drew would take its place, turning the threesome they’d fantasized about into a reality. For now, however, Scott’s hands clamped onto her hips, holding her in place and forcing her to stay still for a little while.
    She looked down and glared at him. “I want to move!” Her hips rocked up but he countered her movement.
    “Not yet. Not yet,” he replied, his gaze focusing on her lovely breasts. Her palms were on his shoulders as she held herself up over him, the nipples he’d pinched earlier teasing him. He contracted his abs and took one into his mouth, sucking on it until he heard her cry out above him.
    “Not that I’m not enjoying the show, guys, but I need something here,” Drew’s voice rang out, interrupting the moment.
    They were right on the edge of the bed, Scott’s feet flat on the floor while she straddled him. He laid back and watched as his friend stepped behind her. Drew’s hand pressed on her back, forcing her to lean over.
    Scott felt her body start to tense. Knowing what was going to happen, he drew his palms over her back, tracing her spine with infinite care. She snuggled closer to him, her breath brushing the side of his neck.
    Drew didn’t warn them he was taking out the toy, but they both felt it. She inhaled sharply, her nails digging into Scott’s skin for a moment before they let go.
    It was an odd sensation to feel the plug move through that thin membrane inside her. It felt even weirder when he felt his friend’s cock breach her rose, felt it slowly slide into her, forcing its way deeper and deeper until both men were both lodged to the end of her.
    “Oh God. That’s… Oh God!”