Free Gun Shy by Emma Hillman Page A

Kris’ voice broke on the last word.
    “Are you okay?” Scott asked, worried they’d pushed her too far too fast. “Baby?” He brushed his palm over her hair. “Kris?”
    “I’m…I’m okay. I think.”
    “Take your time,” Drew said.
    The two friends looked at each other, both probably thinking the same thing. They’d done it! She was theirs. It wasn’t just a dream anymore; it was real. Scott’s cock hardened even more, and he realized he needed to start moving otherwise he’d blow soon. Too soon.
    “Can we start moving, darling?”
    A small “Yeah” drifted from between their bodies.
    One more look at Drew and he knew just what to do. He waited for his friend to slide out of her, felt him stop just before the head of his cock would have left her before pushing back in.
    He was slow and so was Scott when he took over. They kept alternating, never speeding up, giving her time to get used to the both of them. It was good, it was, but she wasn’t making those throaty little moans anymore. He missed those.
    Worried she wasn’t going to come, he stopped moving and looked up.
     
    It took Kristyn a little while to realize they’d stopped.
    Oh, they were both still inside her, their cocks pulsing and hard, oh so very hard, a presence anchoring her to the bed. She felt stretched beyond belief, beyond anything she had ever imagined. It was odd and good and bad all rolled up at the same time.
    It was also a good thing she’d been very aroused before because she’d gotten disconnected from what they were doing a few minutes into the whole Let’s-Sandwich-Kristyn scene. Too much thinking had always been her downfall, she mused to herself.
    “What’s wrong?” she finally asked.
    “You’re not close, are you?” Scott’s fingers curled into her hair, forcing her head up so he could meet her gaze.
    She thought about lying then realized there was really no point. “No. Not really.”
    “It’s that bad?” Drew commented behind her.
    She turned her head so she could see him over her shoulder. “It’s not bad. It’s just…” she paused, wondering how to describe her feelings out loud.
    “It’s just not good either?” he suggested.
    She frowned, bit her lip then nodded. “Sorry.”
    “Don’t apologize!” Scott forced her to turn around again. “We’re here to make you feel good. We want you to enjoy it, not the contrary.”
    “I… I like it. It’s just not… Argh! I don’t know.”
    “You need more.”
    “Huh?” she asked. Seriously? She already had two cocks inside her! She didn’t need any more, not now, and probably not for a long time to come.
    The two men had another one of their silent conversations, looking over her as if she wasn’t there, as if she wasn’t clasped tight around both of their dicks. She nearly rolled her eyes but found she didn’t have the energy left. Threesomes were tiring.
    But not as tiring as what they had in mind for her…
     
    It hadn’t taken long for them to take over. Drew pulled on her shoulders, forcing her to lean back against his chest. She breathed out, probably because of how she’d moved on his cock. Her ass was so fucking tight, virginal-tight. The thought made him growl, and he slid his hands up her front, from her hips to her heavy breasts.
    He cupped them, spreading his fingers wide so her nipples peeked out between them. Once he felt her relax a little, he caught Scott’s gaze and nodded.
    Drew watched as his friend’s hand snaked between her widespread thighs. He knew when Scott found her clit as she tightened around him, around them, in an immediate reaction. He groaned, Scott groaned, she groaned.
    Emboldened by her apparent appreciation, he lowered on his haunches and slipped out of her, inch by slow inch. At the same time, he squeezed his fingers tight around her nipples, not letting go until he thrust back up.
    She gasped.
    Spurred by her newfound enthusiasm, he waited for Scott to play some more with her, fingering her clit