Sawyer: Quintessence: The Sequel Page 3

  But still, she wished she knew, because it would prepare her for the times when they stunned the hell out of her by pulling another set of magic tricks out of their version of Pandora's box.

  "I-I don't know. What do you want?" She hated that she was almost mewling, but it was that tone of voice. It triggered it in her.

  "I think you should suck my cock. Don't you agree, Devon?"

  "I don't want to suck your cock."

  Sawyer gritted his teeth. "I didn't mean for you to do it, arsehole. I meant for Sascha to."

  "Oh. Yes. I think she should," he agreed.

  Sawyer just huffed. "Glad we're on the same page."

  Sascha licked her lips as need overwhelmed her. She changed the angle of her fingers, changed them into a 'beckoning' motion. "Gimme," she said, and it was her turn to purr now.

  "I don't know, Sascha. I think you should ask kindly for it."

  Her eyes widened. "Ask kindly?"

  "Aye." He smiled at her, and it reminded her of the kind of smile a principal at school gave to parents at a PTA meeting.

  It was bland and empty.

  Not loaded with the need he'd stirred in her, not burning with the heat she knew he had to be feeling.

  Damnit.

  It was too dark out. She couldn't see his bulge. Not in the faint light from the dash, and the car's interior light had turned off after being inactive for so long.

  She sucked in a sharp breath. "Please, Sawyer. I want to taste you."

  "There's that word again." Sawyer smirked. "Please. A powerful word, lass."

  "Please, please," she begged, her voice getting breathy now. "I want your cock in my mouth. I want to make you feel on fire."

  "That doesn't sound very pleasant."

  Sascha almost screamed at Devon's pedestrian tone.

  "Just you wait," she grumbled under her breath. Devon was a different kind of lover. They played, and there was no better way of describing it.

  Sure, she usually lost. But really, there was no losing when you had multiple orgasms, was there?

  Deciding to fight dirty, she tugged down the sharp V-neck of her dress and moved her hand into the gap she'd just made. Cupping a breast and shifting her fingers to fondle one of her nipples, she slid the other between her legs. When she released a breathy moan, Sawyer demanded, "What are you doing?"

  "I need you," she said softly. "Need you so badly."

  He made an explosive noise and took the step toward her she'd wanted him to make. The minute he was close enough, she wasted no time. He was the kind of prick who'd take a step back just to make her wait, and that wasn't what she needed right now.

  Fuck no.

  She grabbed a hold of his fly, lowered it, and then moaned when the thick bulbous tip popped out. She could scent the pre-cum, could scent his need for her, and it set her alight.

  She reached into the folds and held his shaft at the base, after carefully pulling it out from between the tines of the zipper. When he was free, she dragged the tip around the curve of her lips, painting his pre-cum over the Cupid's bow like it was an expensive lip gloss.

  He sucked down a sharp breath. "You're a canny lass," he told her, his voice rumbling with his need.

  "I try," she murmured, then she slipped the tip in and sucked. Hard.

  He let out a wild cry that sent shockwaves through her, and stumbled forward until he used the roof of the car to prop him up. She heard the dull thud of his fists hitting the expensive curved metal and had to hide her grin—if she smiled during a BJ, he'd fuck her so hard she'd scream.

  Then, she thought about that.

  Really thought about that.

  And grinned.

  A growl sounded from overhead, and it thrilled her to think that he was standing outside the car, his eyes looking out into the distance of his homeland, all while she was sucking him off. In the back of the car, she could hear the slow whap-whap as Devon jacked off. She wasn't sure how he could see, just knew he could and what he was looking at turned him the fuck on.

  The car was overloaded with their pheromones. Theirs and hers. The cocktail was potent and the need rampaging around her system was enough to make her want to throw back her head with the glory of it.

  Except, if she did that, then she'd be screwing herself, because that meant no more Sawyer between her lips.

  She began to suck him off in earnest at that thought. Needing him to be riled up enough to take her, needing him to fuck her until she did scream.

  She felt the saliva gathering about her lips and spilling down her chin. It gathered in strings that she collected with her fingers and used to lubricate the jacking motion she made with her hand.

  He grunted at the dual touch of tongue and hand, and she loved it.

  She fucking loved it.

  He muttered, "No more. I need in you, lass."

  She whimpered in agreement. He pulled back, reached down, then bridged his fingers with hers. Tugging her up and onto her feet, with a gentleness that surprised her because his need had literally just been in her mouth, tears pricked her eyes. The care he showed her as he made sure she didn't feel dizzy or lightheaded at the sudden change in position was proof positive of his love for her.

  He supported her against his body for a second, and as she settled into him, she pressed her forehead against his chest. "I love you, Sawyer."

  "I love you, lass," he rumbled out, the brogue thicker, denser in contrast to the soft words.

  God, this man.

  These men.

  She shivered, then pressed her lips to his shirt-clad pec. "Fuck me, please?"

  He laughed. "Because you asked so nicely, aye, lass. I will."

  Was she surprised when he hauled her up, his hands clutching her ass as he hefted her the two steps toward the hood?

  Not really.

  Was it fucking freezing out here?

  Yes.

  And did she give a damn?

  No.

  She'd have frostbitten nipples for the night if it meant having him inside her at last.

  A moan escaped her as the heat from the hood warmed her butt when he dropped her on there. It was surprisingly pleasant, and she'd forgotten about that little fact in her dazed state. Grateful for the source of heat, she grabbed his shirt front and dragged him toward her.

  "In. Me."

  He grinned. "Aye, lass." He cupped her chin, tilted her head to the side, and whispered, "You want to live dangerously?"

  Her eyes flared wide. "As long as you're there to catch me, I'm safe."

  He let out a shaky breath. "Thank you, lass."

  And that was it. The remnants of his control seemed to have been blown apart as he reached for the skirt of her dress and tugged it up. He slid his palms along her inner thighs until he hit pay dirt. She moaned as he used his thumb to drag the taut fabric over her pussy, and her hips rocked, need careening through her as he scraped it over her clit too.

  She sucked down a sharp breath. "Now, Sawyer. Please, baby."

  His chuckle was devious. "I thought you wanted me to suck your clit?"

  "Later," she said impatiently, forgetting everything that had happened inside the car. What was going down now was all that counted.

  He nudged her clit again. But this time, he'd stepped deeper between her spread legs. She moaned, knowing it was his cock that touched her clit. She fell back on her elbows. There was a dull thud as the sharp-edged joint connected with the hood, but she didn't even have it in her for her funny bones to protest. She was focused on him and her. Them.

  She shuddered as he grabbed the gusset and tugged it aside. When his cock touched her bare pussy, at fucking last, she shuddered again, her head falling back, her neck totally unable to sustain its weight.

  "Oh God, that feels so good," she said on a whimper as he repeated the same path his thumb had made—his cock sliding through her folds, touching all the good spots, but leaving the emptiest of them all weeping for him.

  When he finally notched the tip in her e
ntrance, her eyes clenched down so hard, they started to ache. But she didn't really notice. He lodged the glans inside, spreading her wider apart as he began to thrust his thick shaft into her. She shivered as he sparked every nerve ending in her pussy to life, and only when he was home, could she breathe properly.

  It was always unnerving having them thrust into her. She'd not only hit the jackpot with her sexy geniuses’ character and smarts-wise. She'd hit it looks and cock-wise too!

  She was a supremely lucky chick.

  A moan escaped her as he pumped his cock into her, nudging deep in her core where her G-spot was centered. He had the faintest curve and that always worked against her, drove her to a height that was unique to him.

  She heard the sound of a door opening, and knew it was Devon climbing out of the vehicle. On any other stretch of land, she'd have been frozen with fear of being caught, but they were in the middle of the frigid nowhere. No one in their right mind would be out in this.

  Except a very horny pregnant woman with her two delicious lovers, that is.

  "Devon, grab my purse," she managed to bite off, before Sawyer loomed over her. With her head still flung back, he had perfect access to her throat, and he nibbled and bit, teasing her every inch of the way.

  "Why do you want your purse?" Sawyer growled in her ear as his cock sped up. "If you can think about your purse, then I'm not doing that grand a job, lass."

  She whimpered. "No. It's perfect. You're perfect. Lube," she whimpered. "Lube."

  Like that said it all.

  He snorted, stopping his hard thrusts as the snort morphed into a laugh. "Devon, it seems we're that sure of a game, she brought lube with her."

  Devon wasn't amused. He was deadly serious. "Sascha is always prepared for every eventuality."

  The faith imbued in that statement didn't go unnoticed. Even as Sawyer was eight inches deep inside her.

  Devon's faith was a terrifying thing. It was a burden in a way. She feared there might be a day she let him down, but knew she'd do everything in her power to make sure that never happened. Still, she was no angel—angels couldn’t handle as much cock as she had in her life.

  But now wasn't the time to think of such matters. They'd been together nearly four years. She hadn't let him down in all that time and she would never tag on the word yet.

  It was asking for disaster to strike.

  She heard the pop of a button being opened and then a squeezing sound, liquid falling, and knew he was prepping his cock.

  The very idea of being fucked out here, in the middle of nowhere, out in the fucking freezing night, shouldn't have thrilled her. But it did.

  They were both going to take her, and she couldn't damn well wait.

  She felt herself being gathered against Sawyer's chest as he hauled her up. Her knees were against his hips and his hands cupped her hips to balance them both. With her in that position, gravity worked a number on her and she felt his cock impaling her. Sliding impossibly deeper.

  Her cunt rippled around him in waves that had him groaning with delight. "I love how you milk my cock, lass," he whispered, making her smile as she tucked her face in his throat. He was thick anyway, but in this position? It was a lot to process.

  Breathing through the change in position and angle, she just let him rearrange her how he wanted. When she felt him settle against the hood, she had to bite back a laugh when he jerked upward. "Shit, that's hot."

  "It is if you put your bare arse on it," Devon told him drily. "Here." He must have shoved something underneath Sawyer because their Scot mumbled:

  "Cheers, mate."

  Despite herself, she laughed. "My ass must be made of tougher stuff than yours."

  "I think it's more like your new coat and the dress saved you," Devon told her, his tone studious.

  She rolled her eyes, then murmured, "Do I get to ride you now?"

  "No. I get to fuck you." The satisfaction lacing Devon's tone made a purr rumble deep inside her.

  God, he got her. He knew what to say, even the simplest of things, to make her melt for him.

  Sometimes, it wasn't the words but the timing, and that was Devon's power.

  For a man who could be so oblivious, it astonished her he was capable of such attention to detail. But, it also made her feel privileged. Because this crazy genius of hers thought she was worthy of being the center of his focus.

  "Oh, she likes that, Dev," Sawyer informed them both. "Her pussy just did the salsa on my cock."

  Dev hummed. "I like the sound of that too." The sound of his feet crunching on frozen grass came loud and clear as he approached them. She felt hands cup her ass and smooth over the curves. Another sound of immense satisfaction erupted from him as he sighed with delight... a sigh he followed up by kissing the creamy skin of her butt.

  "Please, Dev," she said with a little mewl. Sawyer wasn't moving, and he was so damn thick she wasn't sure if she could stand him just being in there, so deep inside her, without any relief at all.

  He hummed again, damn his hide, and she moaned as finally, she felt the slick kiss of his cock against her skin. It was lube, but she knew it was also pre-cum. No way he'd been jacking off for as long as he had without feeling the effects of arousal.

  Pressing her forehead against Sawyer's throat, she began to rock her hips in nervous agitation. The move did nothing to relieve the sensation of fullness she felt deep inside, but she just had to be patient. That was all.

  Not a lot to ask, was it?

  Yeah. It was every-fucking-thing.

  Devon was a tease. She wasn't even sure if he meant to be, he just was. He seemed to have perfected it over the years too. Making the simplest of things so complex, that his calculations seemed ripe with promise now.

  He was calculating something at that moment.

  She just knew it.

  She didn't know what, but that didn't matter. She rarely knew where his mind went.

  "I think I want a tattoo."

  Okay, so that was out there.

  Sawyer heaved a breath. "Another time, Dev? When her pussy isn't strangling my cock?"

  Another hum. "Sorry." Then, with that apology having been uttered, he pressed the thick tip to her rosette, and began to spear home.

  She was used to anal sex now. Used to it, and loved it. It was the one way to make her body detonate, and she craved it as much as she did regular sex. But when two of her men took her?

  Nothing compared.

  Seriously. Nothing. And they were surprisingly stingy with their little forays into this kink. She wasn't sure whether that was to keep her on her toes or what.

  Then, she remembered why these two didn't do this often.

  "I can feel your balls, Dev," Sawyer gritted out.

  Devon just huffed. "What do you want me to do with them? Chop them off?"

  Sascha groaned. "Not this again." She blew out a breath as she reared up a little to glower down at Sawyer. The huff of air had her hair blowing an inch or two off her forehead. "How many times do we have to go over this? Just because they touch you, doesn't mean anything."

  "I don't like it."

  "Then, I'm not doing something right," she countered as he had and did her damnedest to make him forget about another's man's meat and two veg being anywhere near him. She clenched her muscles around him and he let out a satisfyingly hoarse shout. "Sweet Jesus."

  The words seemed to echo around the tiny rest area, and they fueled her, lit her up with the huge break in his control. She pulsed the muscles, focusing on teasing him out of his funk, and then, behind her, she heard Devon growl.

  Ha.

  Talk about 'buy one, get one.'

  They both seemed to take her movements as a declaration of war because after that, it was game over for her.

  They fucked her. There was no kinder way to phrase it, and she loved every minute of it.

  For those moments, they forgot about her delicate condition, they forgot she was their baby maker, and forgot she was anything other
than theirs. Their woman. Their sexy lover who could take them to the moon and back while they took her to the stars.

  She loved that she could make them forget, and she loved how their groans and grunts filled the air around her just as powerfully as their scents.

  She was surrounded by them, and she knew there was nowhere else she could ever want to be.

  Devon was harder, faster. He worked her over like a pro. Sawyer could only lift his hips, but it was enough to create a delicious amount of friction. And then she felt fingers delving in between them, felt the tips seeking out and finding her clit.

  And boom.

  Like that, she was done for.

  Out for the count.

  They hit a home run as the sparks of sensation fired through her veins, imploding and exploding in equal turns as they reminded her, for the millionth time since the first time Andrei had claimed her on all their behalf, that she was irrevocably theirs.

  Was it embarrassing to have cum leaking out of both orifices ‘down below’ as she walked up the front steps to Jacinta and Hamish's home?

  Nope.

  Well, yeah. Okay, so it definitely was, but at the same time, after you gave birth, some things just didn't seem as important. Her guys had seen way too much stuff that no one with a penis should ever see, in her opinion. Only the fact they'd wanted to be there, had wanted to see Tin being brought into this world had stopped her from having the midwife usher everyone out of the room.

  Plus, she'd been half covered with the water from the birthing pool. That had helped. She hadn't had her bits out, ready and waiting for them all to see.

  Still, when you gave life to someone? Yeah, your world view changed. At least, hers had. So what she was 'leaking.' Was it gross? Yeah. But would it kill her? No, it wouldn't. And if she regretted it, that meant regretting what had just happened, and that she'd never do.

  She'd be walking a little tenderly in the morning, which meant it was the best night ever!

  She loved when they double teamed her.

  Her grin was wide as she knocked on the door. She had a key, but she hated using it, especially when the downstairs lights were on, indicating that Sawyer's parents were still awake.

  With some of the money from Devon's ‘P vs NP’ solution, he'd constructed Jacinta and Hamish a house from scratch. In the wilds of the countryside just outside of the city limits, where they'd been born and bred, the house was the size of a small mansion. And it was pretty awesome. It looked like a castle because Devon had had the architect mimic a ruin that wasn't too far from here, and now, Jacinta and Hamish were Lord and Lady of the Manor.