Page 65 of Kiss of Frost

“You’ve got nothing to worry about, mo leannan. The lad won’t hurt you.” He turned his hand and ran his thumb across my bottom lip, and his eyes went tender. “It’s only pleasure you’ll be having.”

My heart squeezed. “What do those words mean? Mo leannan?”

“Lover.” He spread his legs wider beneath me, and I felt Callum get into position. Graeme continued stroking my mouth as Callum brushed something wet and warm down my crack. His touch was gentle—and just as pleasurable as when he touched my pussy. But it was also…different. Forbidden and deeply intimate. As he teased and stroked, every slick swipe echoed in my sex. Within seconds, I was gasping against Graeme’s thumb. When he pushed it between my lips, I moaned and sucked hard.

Callum stroked up my cleft. Immediately, I missed his probing finger, and I thrust my ass higher in demand. His low, pleasured chuckle drifted over me, and he swooped down to my hole and pushed a slow, gentle finger into my ass.

My muscles clenched involuntarily. I moaned around Graeme’s thumb. My pussy rippled around his dick, and I started rocking before I was even aware what I was doing.

“More?” Callum murmured, twisting his finger inside me.

I nodded frantically, not willing to release Graeme’s thumb. I didn’t want to do anything to stop the flow of pleasure. My breasts dragged over Graeme’s chest, my nipples as hard and sharp as diamonds. My pussy throbbed around his cock, and an exquisite pressure built in my ass.

Callum withdrew a bit. When he pushed back inside, I could tell he’d added a second finger. A burn spread around my rim, and I whimpered as I stilled, giving myself a second to adjust.

“You’re doing so well,” Callum said. “Sit up a bit, witchling.” As soon as I did, Graeme reached a hand between our bodies and stroked my clit with skillful fingers.

“Oh fuck,” I said, releasing Graeme’s thumb. I started rocking again as lust frazzled through me. “Oh fuck, oh fuck, oh fuck.” I didn’t realize the burn had faded until Callum began thrusting his fingers.

“So good, Georgie,” he crooned. “Opening up for me like a good lass. There you go. Just a wee bit more.”

I moaned in response, lost in the sensations flooding my ass and pussy. Dimly, I registered that Graeme had sat up higher and placed his free hand on my hip. Still stroking my clit, he began to thrust, pumping his hips up and driving his dick deeper inside me. I braced my hands on his shoulders and moved with him, my body caught between his dick and Callum’s fingers.

Lust coiled tight inside me. I let my head fall back as I worked my body over the twin points of pleasure. A second later, Callum’s fingers disappeared, and something much bigger prodded my hole.

“Slow down a little, lass,” he said in my ear. As I obeyed, he put his hand over Graeme’s. Together, they held me steady as Callum pushed his dick inside me.

For one tense moment, panic gripped me. Then Callum slid his other hand around my body. Forming his fingers in a downward V, he pulled my labia taut, exposing my engorged clit. Graeme went to work right away, rubbing and stroking. I was absolutely soaked, and each circuit smacked loudly.

Pleasure roared back. I sagged forward, my gaze on the men’s fingers working magic between my legs. “Oh god… Oh god, keep going.”

Callum’s stubble scraped my shoulder as he kissed the side of my neck. His chest rumbled against my back. “Yeah?” He pushed forward, lodging his dick deeper in my ass. “Does that feel good, darlin’? Two dicks inside you? Filling every inch of you?”

“Yes,” I gasped. Gods, he was right. They crowded every part of me.

“Do you want to come all over us, lass? Your pretty pussy squirting and your tight hole wringing my come from my cock?”

“Gods, Callum,” I gasped. Only he could make me blush while I was impaled on two dicks.

He pushed forward again, and I felt his balls nestle snugly against my ass. “Fuck,” he grunted. “I’m all the way inside you, Georgie. Do you feel it?”

“Yes,” I moaned, rocking harder.

“I feel it,” Graeme said in a strained voice. “I feel you, lad.”

I didn’t think it was possible for things to get any hotter, but Graeme’s words lit a new fire inside me. So far, the men had exercised iron control. But as they started to move, they both shuddered and cried out. Through some unspoken communication, they fell into a slow, sexy grind. As Callum pulled out, Graeme thrust up. When Graeme withdrew, Callum surged forward. They went on like that, fucking me in tandem, their cocks meeting and sliding over each other inside me.

My head fell back onto Callum’s shoulder, and I moaned loudly as Graeme leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He sucked and flicked even as he pumped his hips up. Callum cupped my other breast, his strong fingers kneading my pliant flesh as he nuzzled my neck.

“You’re so good, Georgie,” he murmured. “So fucking sexy.” His voice went low and rough. “When we’re done, I should make you crawl on the floor for the rest of the night just so I can see your pretty holes leaking me and Graeme. Would you like that, love? Crawling back and forth between us so we can see your pink cunt and gorgeous hole smeared with our come.”

I couldn’t speak. Couldn’t do anything but dig my fingers into Graeme’s shoulders and ride the waves of pleasure that built so high I worried they might actually destroy me.

Callum’s sweaty chest slid against my back. He seized my waist and pounded hard, his hips slapping my ass and his cock driving into me over and over. Graeme cursed and matched Callum’s pace, and the three of us descended into something wild and primitive. The pleasure soared and soared. It was going to crush me, but I wasn’t sure I cared.

“Come,” Callum growled, and the wave crashed down. I went rigid as something inside me snapped and flung me into a million pieces. My vision wavered. Callum grunted and thrust hard, flooding my ass with wet heat. A second later, Graeme stiffened and pumped his release deep inside me.

We collapsed in a tangle of limbs on the sweat-soaked sheets. For a minute, I couldn’t move as I struggled to catch my breath. I stared at the beamed ceiling, imagining little pieces of myself fluttering down.

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