Page 77 of Eco-Activist's Mountain Men
I’m caught between them, stuffed full, their hands gripping me, their heat surrounding me. Toby and Luke stroke themselves nearby, pressing kisses to my shoulders, my throat, my lips. The world narrows to sensation—every thrust, every gasp, every pulse of heat.
Pleasure builds fast, too fast. My orgasm rips through me like a storm, tearing me apart and remaking me all at once. I scream, shuddering between them as Eric moans and spills deep inside me, Jack groaning low as he follows, his release hot and hard.
I collapse into Toby’s waiting arms. He catches me, laughing softly.
“Not done with you yet, Luna,” he murmurs.
“Good,” I whisper, wrecked and trembling. “Don’t be.”
Toby lifts me easily, carrying me to the shallows where the moonlight glints off water and skin. Luke lies back, pulling me astride him. I sink down onto him slowly, gasping as he fills me again. His hands grip my thighs, guiding my rhythm. His dark eyes lock onto mine, drinking me in.
“You’re beautiful like this,” he says, low and thick. “Completely fucking beautiful.”
I roll my hips harder, loving the way his jaw tightens, the little gasp he lets out when I squeeze around him.
Behind me, Toby’s hands roam my back, my hips. His cock nudges at my ass, slick and ready. His grin fades into something more serious, more careful.
“You sure?” he asks. No jokes now. Just Toby, stripped bare.
“Yes,” I whisper. “God, yes.”
He pushes in slowly, groaning as he fills me. My nails dig into Luke’s chest as I pant through the fullness—Luke deep in my pussy, Toby pressing into my ass.
They move together, rhythm syncing, thrust for thrust. Heat, friction, pleasure—every shift sending sparks racing through me.
I moan, long and loud, drowning in them. Their bodies, their hands, their voices—different, distinct, but all wrapped around me like fire. Every moment spirals higher, and I let go completely, surrendering to all of them.
"Holy shit, Luna," Toby groans, his voice ragged. "You're gonna ruin us."
She's gonna ruin me, I think. That voice in my head. My own truth, raw and unfiltered.
Luke’s hands clamp tighter around my hips, his jaw set, his thrusts changing—harder now, deeper, pounding up into me with a force that shakes through my bones. Behind me, Toby drives in with long, hungry strokes, grunting with every push like he’s starving and I’m the only meal he’ll ever want.
I can’t hold back. Pleasure crests again, fiercer this time, and it breaks me open. My second orgasm tears through me like a tidal wave. Louder. Wilder. My whole body convulses, trembling between them as I come, gasping and crying out, water splashing and sloshing around us like the pool itself is alive.
They’re right there with me.
Toby grips my waist, thrusts deep one last time, and lets out a hoarse shout—my name torn from his throat as he comeshard, shuddering behind me. Luke drags me flush against him, holding me tight to his chest as he buries himself deep and growls through clenched teeth. His whole body shakes as he empties himself inside me, his forehead pressed to mine like he never wants to let me go.
And then… stillness.
The kind of stillness that hums with aftershocks.
Just the sound of harsh breathing. The water lapping gently against our skin. The smell of sweat and sex mingling with moonlight and pine. Bodies tangled, sated, adrift beneath the stars.
Toby eases out first, pressing a quick kiss to the center of my spine before flopping into the water beside us with a satisfied grunt. "Christ Almighty," he mutters, floating on his back with a grin that says he knows exactly how smug he looks.
Luke lingers, still wrapped around me. His arms tighten like he can’t bear to release me yet. When he finally does, he lifts me carefully, sets me upright in the water, and makes sure I’m steady.
I collapse sideways into him anyway, my chest rising and falling against his, my heart still pounding in my ears. He strokes my wet hair back from my face, his quiet eyes locked on mine.
"You okay?" he whispers.
I nod, a smile tugging at my lips. "More than okay."
"You’re fucking incredible," Toby calls from the shallows, arms spread wide, still floating like he owns the night. "Just saying."
Jack, perched on the platform now, stretches his broad shoulders, watching us with a look halfway between pride and hunger. "I second that," he says gruffly, like the admission costs him something, but he can’t deny it.
