Page 62 of Drilled

“Attagirl,” I praised. Lane glared up at me, then took my dick into her mouth and any other responses were cut off. I fisted my hand in her hair and thrust into her mouth while Dax ate her ass until she broke again between us.

As she recovered, I took her in my arms. “You did amazing, baby. Can you give us one more?”

She grabbed onto my shoulders, still trying to catch her breath but she nodded yes, this greedy, gorgeous woman.

“That's my girl,” I said, then looked at Miller and silently jerked my head in the direction of the kitchen.

He got the hint and disappeared for a minute or two while I still held Lane. I let my hand drift between her legs again and she flinched back, still sensitive.

“You sure you can handle another one, sweetheart? We don't have to–” I began but she crushed her mouth to mine.

When she pulled away, the look on her face was resolute. “I want this, Bear. I need this.”

That was all I needed to hear.

Miller got back with a bottle of coconut oil and as I began kissing Lane again, he started trailing his mouth down the top of her spine to the base. I knew the exact moment he started playing with her ass because Lane's body froze and stiffened, her eyes popped wide open. I smiled lazily at her, swiping my thumb over her bottom lip.

Then I trailed my hand down again and slipped my fingers inside of her. She pulsed around me. I sucked her tongue in my mouth and gently massaged it with my own, curling my fingers against that sweet spot that I already had memorized.

Between my hands and Miller's, Lane's body was starting to shake. She wrapped both arms around me and started crying out, rocking her hips back and forth. And when I was sure she was finally ready, we turned her around so that her back was now pressed up against me.

I entered into her from behind with painstaking slowness, giving her body enough time to adjust to the new sensation. But Miller had evidently done a good job of prepping her so that any discomfort she felt initially soon enough blurred into pleasure.

And at some point, she reached her arms out for Miller. There hadn't been much intimacy between them, just fucking. But when he came closer, he laid a single kiss on her hip bone, then stood in front of her.

I lifted her up in my arms, holding her aloft with my cock still buried in her ass and Dax lined himself up with her pussy and then together, we helped slowly lower her down until we were both fit snug inside of her.

Dax shuddered and groaned, and Lane cried out again, grabbing onto his head as he flopped against her chest.

I gasped at the feeling–I could feel him on the other side of her walls, and the blended heat and friction and tightness was too much. We began to move together, all three of us until we broke and I didn't know who came first, just that we came together.

I sank my teeth into the back of Lane's shoulder and waited for my world to piece itself back together again. Dax slid out of her but I waited, soaking up her warmth and just wanting to feel her pressed up against me for as long as possible.

The silence in the room was one of discovery and awe, and there was the tiniest bit of uncertainty about how to proceed that crept in when Lane kissed me again.

“Thank you,” she whispered, and suddenly the “new” didn't feel so scary anymore.

I gently slipped out of her and lowered her to the ground. Dax was already starting to get dressed but Lane walked over on shaky legs and put a hand on his shoulder. He stopped, not quite looking her in the eye.

“You should probably shower before you leave,” she said. “We could all do with a shower.”

“Individual activities, I assume,” I added.

Lane laughed and Miller, despite himself, actually cracked a smile. The air suddenly felt lighter.

“Yes,” she confirmed. “Individual activities.”

*

I'd just finished getting dressed when a series of tapping at Lane's front door drew our attention. I offered to go and check, leaving Miller and Lane to follow behind me. There was no one outside. But there was a violation notice racked to the door and several more strewn around the rest of the property.

I grabbed one and slammed the door shut again, turning to the others.

“What?” Lane asked, taking the paper from me. Miller peered over her shoulder.

“Sandy's lost his damn mind,” I said through gritted teeth, shrugging on my jacket. “And it's about time someone gave him a wake-up call.”

“I'm with you,” Miller said, his hand already on the door knob.