Page 68 of My Three Hometown Hard Hats

“No, no. I want to.”

A smile ghosts over his mouth. “Good. Get on your hands and knees.”

I comply, turning over to face the headboard. He positions a few pillows under my chest and stomach, so I can lean on them.

He grabs a bottle of lube from the nightstand.

“When the hell did that get in here?” Austin asks from behind him. “I didn’t put that there.”

“This morning,” Conrad says, popping the lid on the bottle. “You have the biggest bed. I was just assuming we’d end up in here at some point,” he continues when Austin doesn’t respond.

Some of the cool liquid drips onto me, and his fingers start massaging the area.

“I would say stay the fuck out of my space, but that’s a pretty fucking sight, so, um… continue,” Austin says.

Conrad eases one finger inside. His slow movement doesn’t hurt—it just feels different. He adds a second finger, and the gentle burning of the stretch is there, but in a good way.

When he adds a third finger, I bite at the pillowcase my head is resting on. As he starts to move his fingers, though, pleasure starts to build.

Oh. That feels good.

When my body relaxes even more, the pleasure intensifies.

“Oh my god,” I groan into the pillow, so I’m not too loud.

“That’s it,” Conrad soothes from behind me. “Are you ready for me?”

“Please,” I beg.

“Such pretty words coming from such a pretty mouth,” he says, as his fingers disappear. I want them back immediately.

He coats his cock with lube, then presses against me.

“Just breathe for me,” he says, reaching around to rub my clit as he slowly eases inside of me.

He’s so big. It’s a lot at once, but the pleasure rippling from my sensitive clit relaxes me.

He grumbles words I can’t understand when he’s fully inside of me as he kisses across my shoulder blades. He holds his hips still until he feels me relax around him.

His movements are gentle at first, letting me experience this new type of pleasure.

“More,” I whisper, wanting more of those tiny waves of ecstasy I get when his hips move.

“My girl wants more. She’s getting more,” he says, gripping my hips.

He thrusts inside of me—hard—and I swear I see stars. His hips slap against my ass, making me feel sensations I never knew were possible.

He’s not even touching my clit anymore, and I’m going to come already. Conrad slams into me a few more times, and a dam opens inside of me.

My entire body tightens as I come yet again, wetness soaking the pillow beneath me.

“Holy shit, did she just…” I vaguely hear Brooks say as Conrad pulls out and comes on my ass.

I let my body collapse on the pillows that are thankfully beneath me.What the hell just happened?

“Have you ever done that before?” Conrad asks, wiping me clean with what feels like a T-shirt. I don’t have the energy to look at him.

“I already told you I hadn’t done that before.”