Page 28 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
A hand covered mine, and I realized it was hers. Camryn was guiding me, shoving me deeper, then dragging my fingers upward, over her swollen clit. She was bucking her hips now, too; showing me exactly what she wanted. Her noises grew louder and even more adorable, as she screwed herself into me, in an effort to come.
Oakley’s hand returned, and I begrudgingly made room for him. And just like that we were taking turns; one of us plunging into her, slowly and deeply, while the other held her panties to one side. We dipped between kissing her wet, honeyed mouth, and tonguing the stippled areola of those smooth, fire-warmed breasts. The blanket dropped away, the movie forgotten. I lifted Camryn’s half-empty glass of wine from her outstretched hand, and relocated it to the coffee table after shoving it away.
She was sighing into my mouth, writhing between us, when I felt a hand close over my dick. Camryn began rubbing me through the fabric of my shorts, and her touch was electric. As I stiffened against her palm, I glanced over and noticed her other hand was in Oakley’s lap, doing the same thing.
Damn.
A strange heat swept over my body; an attraction stronger and more powerful than anything I’d felt before. Here she was, handling us both. Taking care of us together, at the same time, without so much as a single word.
Fuck.
It was such a fucking turn on.
I needed more of her, though. There was plenty of time to feel her hands on me, but right now I needed totasteher. I slid to my knees, rolling her panties down those perfect thighs along the way. They were utterly drenched. I flung them away, and buried my face in her soft, glistening mound. Just inhaling her was amazing. But driving my tongue inside, to scoop her nectar, is what drove me totally crazy.
Her thighs closed around my head with a happy sigh, and I went to work. I didn’t just go down on this beautiful blonde creature, I absolutely devoured her. I slid my hands up her legs to cup her ass, pulling her against me as I drove my tongue as deep as it would go. I was kissing, licking, sucking. Nibbling the tender flesh around her swollen button, then pulling her flower gently open so I could kiss it as well.
She was moaning and thrashing by the time Oakley shoved me away. He quickly slid to take my place, and as I moved up to kiss her some more, I was stopped dead by those gorgeous, half-lidded eyes.
“This is incredible,” she murmured, between kisses. “Hotter than I ever imagined.”
Camryn touched my face with one delicate hand, while the other sifted greedily though Oakley’s hair. I watched her roll the knuckles of that hand into a tight fist, urging him on.
“But if one of you doesn’t fuck me soon,” she whispered huskily, those blue eyes flaring, “I’m going to lose my mind.”
~ 14 ~
CAMRYN
When you boil it down, life’s really nothing more than a long series of interconnected decisions. The decision to wake up, the decision to go to work. The decision to pack up your life and drive halfway across the country, on a whim.
Then there’s the decision to fuck two gorgeous, beautiful men with perfect bodies, and even more perfect cocks. To allow yourself to be carried upstairs, thrown into the softness of a king-sized bed, and be absolutely annihilated — from both ends — until your ensuing orgasm obliterates any further decision making, and your eyes roll all the way into the back of your head.
Some decisions, as it turns out, are more consequential than others.
And a select few are absolutely legendary.
“Give her back. It’s my turn now.”
I whimpered as my ankles were grabbed, my body spun around, and my thighs spread open from the opposite end of the bed. Ryder pushed between my legs and plunged into me once more, again spearing me to the core. I felt him bottom out somewhere inside me, his thrusting shaft picking up where his friend left off. The sheer weight of his body crushed me into the mattress, temporarily driving the air from my lungs. I tried to gasp but his mouth covered mine, leaving me to breathe in his hot breath in a fiery, molten kiss.
My God…
The whole thing felt like a dream, playing out slowly in my mind. I recalled looking up at them, from the bed. The guys stripping themselves naked, standing above me. I could remember the look of lust in their eyes, and the sound of their clothing, hitting the floor. I was so turned on I was queasy. So breathlessly eager to have them inside me, I’d have done anything and everything they wanted.
And then they were on me, pouncing like ravenous lions, touching me everywhere at once. One of them holding and kissing me into the next world, while the other shoved himself between my legs and fucked me the way I so desperately needed to be fucked.
The greatest part was in letting go; just giving myself completely over to these two, confident males. They’d rescued me, fed me, taken me in. Yet they were complete strangers, too. Guys I didn’t know, and had only barely met, and yet somehow, they were fucking me like they owned me. Taking turns on me, over and over, like the three of us had been doing it our entire lives.
The fact they were strangers made it even better for me, if I were being honest. Normally, I was a fairly conservative girl. The relationships I’d had were pretty standard, the courtships tame, the sex good if not a bit vanilla. I chalked this up to the types of guys I’d gone for, rather than my own preferences. I’d always chased men that were safe, and not edgy. White collar men who worked with their minds, rather than their hands.
These men were the opposite of all that. They were soldiers turned mountain men — brutal and rugged, vicious toward their enemies. Oakley, as sweet as he’d been toward me, had a dangerous gleam to his eye. And Ryder? Fuck, I’d beenoutright afraid of him, at first. I knew him as the type of man that tore other men apart. I’d even seen that raw, animalistic side of him, firsthand.
Right now that animal was between my legs, pumping away like a well-oiled machine. And I was clawing him in. Urging him deeper as I rolled my hips and bit his neck, dragging my nails up and down his broad, impossibly muscled back. I was still screaming for him to fuck me harder, when he rolled me onto my stomach and entered me from behind. I was in lust with him. I couldn’t stop if I’d wanted to.
And that’s when Oakley lifted my chin, kissed me hungrily, then slid himself straight down my throat.
Fuck.
