Page 66 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
“Stop, I’m already drenched!” I whispered. “I’m going to be sitting in a puddle on the way home.”
They didn’t stop. Nor did I want them to. There was something about the total lack of sound and human presence that made it feel like we were in our own little world. Maybe it was the strange yellow light, or the rows of colorful books. Or maybe I was just a horny little minx who couldn’t get enough of her hot, eager boyfriends.
“Stop, or I’m going to fuck you both,” I warned. “Right here. Right now.”
Ryder nuzzled my neck, then bit me sharply. I gasped, but my gasp was swallowed by the sound-absorbing stacks.
“Is that a threat?” he growled. “Or a promise?”
It was more of a boast, actually. I couldn’t possibly do it, even as much as I wanted to. Certainly not here, in the middle of the town library. Not even down in the stacks of the lower level, where so far we hadn’t run into a single soul.
Insistent fingers unbuttoned me at the waist. They unzipped me too. I was about to be thrown up against the nearest bookshelf. Already I could feel Oakley’s rock-hard erection, jutting into me from behind. He wouldn’t be denied; not even here. Ryder’s breathing was similarly past the point of no return.
“Over there,” I heard one of them growl. “See if it’s open.”
Ryder disappeared in the direction of a series of small wooden doors I hadn’t seen earlier. Oakley walked me forward, and I realized what they were: study cubicles.
“It’s unlocked.”
I was shoved into one of the half dozen little rooms; cubicles from a bygone era. Each quiet chamber consisted of nothing more than a pair of chairs and a long pine desk; perfect for uninterrupted reading or studying.
“Keep watch,” Oakley called over his shoulder. “We’ll take turns.”
The room wasn’t just warm, it was outright toasty — courtesy of an old cast iron radiator, jutting up along the back wall. Oakley’s hands were conveniently still on my hips. In one smooth motion, he yanked my jeans and panties down, all the way to my ankles.
A moment later he was inside me, parting my folds in a single, beautiful thrust.
~ 38 ~
RYDER
It was trippy enough, watching the live sex show between my own beautiful lover and my best friend. But to be doing it in the basement of the Crescent Springs library, with the gathering origins of an angry blizzard just outside?
Man, that part just seemed patently insane.
Still, I couldn’t look away. The pure, unadulterated thrill of watching them rut like animals wasn’t just exciting, it was the biggest turn-on of my fucking life. I could see Oakley’s thick shaft; opening her up, pistoning in and out of her. Camryn, gripping the edge of the table for leverage, throwing her head back in ecstasy as she pushed back to meet every one of his savage thrusts.
My God, why did I love this so much? Was it the purity of the lust in her expression, as her gaze slowly met mine? The pouty way her lips pursed together, just before she screwed her eyes shut and shuddered through her first orgasm?
Or was it the excitement of knowing that I was going next? That in just a minute or three I’d be buried balls-deep in that warm, wonderful place, pulling those hips back, chewing her shoulder… all while watching those perfect, sweater-covered tits bounce in rhythm with our own lovemaking, while Oakley looked on?
I’d taken her so many times I should be jealous. I’d woken up so often in her soft, fragrant bed, staring at Camryn’s sleeping, angelic face, that it occurred to me I should be envious of what my friend was doing.
In searching my feelings, I realized I was. But those feelings were conflicted, and the jealousy wasn’t selfish. Instead, it was twisted — almost perverted, really — in a way that made me even more horny, more excited, more eager to have her. Sharing Camryn between us was a huge part of the thrill. Taking turns on her, passing her back and forth between us; these twisted little acts served to make us appreciate her more, because sharing was the one thing the three of us had always done best.
But we’d never, until now, shared a woman.
The sweet scent of sex reached my nostrils, along with their collective grunts, whimpers, and moans. I’d almost forgotten entirely I was supposed to be keeping watch. Turning my head, I checked the hallway in both directions. There was no one around, no noise, no anything. Only the shriek of the wind outside, howling in warning as it whipped snow against the high-flung windows of the outer wall.
“Better hurry,” I hissed urgently. “Or we’re gonna be sleeping down here.”
Camryn’s half-lidded eyes were crossed now. Either she was in another climax, or Oakley had fucked her blind. She rolled her beautifully tan ass tightly against him, as her throat made adorable gurgling sounds. A few seconds later her gaze caught mine, and she blew me a kiss… just as my friend came deep inside her.
Fuck, I love her.
I didn’t have time to process the thought, as crazy as it was. I blew her a kiss back, and then Camryn and I were both laughing, sillily, at exactly the same time. And holy fuck, the laughter only made me love her more.
“Hurry,” she mouthed, silently. “Come fuck me.”
