Page 38 of Crushing Clover

When I squirmed on top of him, his eyes went unfocussed with pleasure. It was quite possibly the sexiest thing I’d ever seen. He grabbed a handful of my ass and rocked me against him encouragingly. I hadn’t rubbed against a guy like this since Noah and I had been at the teenage make-out phase.

It felt weirdly taboo.

What would the guys do if they woke up to us making out like horny teenagers? I wanted to kiss him, but his little impromptu gag made that impossible.

Did I really want to kiss Saint? Ew.

I tried hard to think this was anything but hot, but then he bit my bottom lip and tugged up my tank top until it stopped under my arms. Insistently, he tugged me up his body and arched me back until my breasts were in his face.

He caught the nipple he’d been torturing into his mouth and sucked.

I gripped the top of the headboard and pushed my tits in his face like a needy little whore.

I edged back down until I found the very tip of his cock with my clit.

I rubbed myself on his cock, doing whatever felt good in the moment.

Fuck being embarrassed about this, or being weirded out that it was Saint, of all people.

Being allowed to participate and not just be used as a receptacle was hot as fuck, and I wasn’t about to deny myself.

He growled, and the vibration that ran through my nipple felt amazing.

Patiently, he moved his mouth from one breast to the other and back again, until I was a gasping, squirming mess.

Hand cupping my ass, he urged me on, dragging me further onto his cock again.

I rubbed and ground against him, enjoying every quiet sound of pleasure I wrung from him.

He brushed one of his fingers over my back hole, making me gasp and shiver.

I bucked against him, and he chuckled darkly then did it again, and then again, more deliberately, making me feel like I was being slowly and deliberately electrocuted.

His cock was slick with arousal, but not all of it was from me.

Wanting more, I moved high enough to line up the tip of his cock with my pussy.

I slid down, catching the tip of him, and slowly sheathing him inside me.

He arched under my body, gasping against my throat, his quiet moan catching both of us off guard.

I was still so sore that it felt like a knife, but I needed it anyway.

How had our conversation turned into this—into me taking initiative and having my way with him?

It didn’t matter anymore.

He stilled me with both of his hands on my hips.

I expected him to yank me off him again, or maybe to flip me onto my back, but he held me still as we stared into each other’s eyes in the growing light.

Behind the curtains, daylight had begun its assault on the day, making the curtains edges glow with the threat of blinding us.

“Don’t move,” he whispered. I nodded, wondering if one of the others had stirred in their sleep.

I was so close to coming, I needed a second to calm down.

I drew a slow, deep breath, trying to quiet the thundering of my heart, then realized part of that thudding wasn’t from me.

Had he stopped because he was equally close?

I tried not to look amused.

“Behave, woman,” he said gruffly.

“Yes, Saint,” I mumbled behind my mouthful of lace panty.

He shifted the sheet off me, and cool air caressed the slickness of my back. I shivered, and he smiled up at me with the laziest, most wicked smile. God, why did he have to be so beautiful?

He spread my ass cheeks and traced a finger over my back hole.

I shook my head, pleading with my eyes for him to stop, since my mouth was busy soaking its scrap of lace with saliva.

A warm breath slid over my butt cheek, and I frowned in confusion as something slick and hot teased at my back entrance.

I inhaled so suddenly I choked, then coughed the panties out, right onto Saint’s face.

“No!” I whined, sounding pathetic.

Saint swiped the underwear off his face but looked amused rather than insulted.

“If you’re quiet and do what you’re told, maybe you’ll only have to deal with two of us. If Lucky wakes up, too, you’re going to regret it,” Saint warned unnecessarily.

How had I missed Rush waking up and moving down to the end of the bed, when he’d been in the middle?

I screwed my eyes closed at the indecent and hedonistic feel of his tongue teasing my back hole.

The man wasn’t shy about it either, and I could feel the heat of a blush creeping up my neck and making my ears hot.

I still didn’t want to like it, but my body told my brain to shut up and mind its own business.

When I opened my eyes and looked down at Saint, I tried not to move or breathe as he watched every emotion play over my face.

His hands held me spread for Rush to do his worst, and by the time he pulled his tongue away, I was shockingly ready for what I knew was coming.

He crawled up my body and moved my hair away from my ear.

“Fuck. I’ve been wanting to sink my cock into this sexy little ass since the day Saint brought you home. You were so twitchy about being touched here that I thought I’d give you some time to get used to the idea.”

“I’m not used to the idea,” I whispered back.

He chuckled. “We both know that’s not your safeword.”

My safeword was ‘cilantro,’ but I’d never used it. Did I really want him to stop? I didn’t think I did.

“Yeah. You’ve been moaning loud enough I figured we were on the same page this morning.

” He spat in his hand and wriggled the tip of his finger into my ass, working it into me with breathtaking and shocking efficiency.

Years of doing this to Lucky gave him a confidence that was terrifying to me, as someone who’d never had a good experience with this.

“Please be careful,” I begged tightly, tensing against the invasion of a second finger.

He and Saint soothed me like I was a panicking animal, petting me but not giving me the impression they might slow down or stop.

It was better not having the time to panic, because as soon as his fingers had loosened me slightly, he replaced them with the head of his cock.

I clenched hard, unable to help it.

“Whatever you’re doing back there, she’s about to crush my dick to death,” Saint complained.

“You say that like it’s a bad thing.” Rush spat into his hand again.

“Are you trying to tell me there’s no lube left in this bedroom?” I whined with apprehension.

Saint gritted his teeth. “If I need to get my dick surgically reattached, I’m sending you the bill.”

Rush chuckled wolfishly.

While I was worrying about Rush, Saint grabbed the back of my head and brought me closer, shocking me when he kissed me deeply.

His tongue delved into my mouth, insisting that I respond.

He claimed my full attention until Rush started to wedge his way into my ass.

It felt like he only got a quarter inch in, only to be forced out again by my uncooperative body.

“Don’t worry, baby doll,” Rush growled in my ear. “This will only hurt until I’m done.” A thrill of fresh anxiety spiked through me, and they both chuckled. He spat again, and the slickness of it hit the crack of my ass and slid downward to where he was trying to force entry.

I held my breath as he pushed, his dick more determined to get into me than my body was to keep him out.

It burned like hell, but the discomfort and his groan of appreciation made my body temperature skyrocket.

As he coaxed my ass to take his cock deeper, his movement ground my clit against something crushed between me and Saint, but I couldn’t tell if it was his fingers or maybe his pubic bone.

Saint had pulled out partway to make room for Rush to get into my ass, but he was apparently too impatient to wait, because he started to move as soon as Rush had managed to get partway in.

Fuck—it was hell.

Should I safeword? What the fuck was my safeword again?

I stayed frozen between them, teeth gritted, whimpering in distress. The sounds of my own begging protests turned me on, but the sensation of being trapped between them was both scary and delicious. I breathed into it while hoping they didn’t get too rough or last too long.

“Oh fuck, you feel so good through her.” Saint groaned.

“This is the real reason we make a good team.” Rush leaned over my shoulder and kissed Saint on the mouth. For a moment, I almost forgot how completely, uncomfortably stuffed I was.

Then Rush pushed deeper.

“She’s not even complaining anymore,” Saint observed. “Unless those whiny little sounds are a complaint.”

“I think she’s short circuiting.” Rush’s amusement made his cock jerk deep inside my ass. I struggled, but they had me pinned so there was nowhere for me to go.

“Not so fast, beautiful. We’re not done with you yet.”

They took turns, one pushing in as the other pulled partway out, but that rhythm only lasted for a few minutes until they both settled into their own rhythm, sometimes like pistons and sometimes both shoving in at the same time, making me feel like they might split me apart.

So full—so overwhelmingly full. It sucked and I hated it, but of course they didn’t seem to care.

Both of their dicks were too big, and it felt like there was no room in my body for my organs.

My ass was being forced open unimaginably wide by Rush’s thick cock, a sensation that was still scary to me, and his sounds of pleasure made this even more unfair.

They weren’t being rough, at least. I tried to focus on breathing, but there was no way to ignore what they were doing to me, or the slide of their hands over my body.

Every time they forced a sound out of me, Saint’s grin flashed white and feral in the dimness.

“Hey, what the fuck?” Lucky rolled toward us, and I caught sight of his confused face and tousled hair before my attention was pulled away.