Page 76 of Curvy Cabin Fever
“I want you both,” I breathe. “Inside me. Together.”
Rhett stills.
Morgan pulls back slightly. “We don’t have to rush that, sweetheart.”
I look at Rhett, searching his eyes. There’s fire there. Fear too. But more than anything—want.
“I’m not scared,” I whisper. “I trust you.”
He leans forward, our foreheads press together. “Then tell us how you want it.”
I guide Morgan back onto the rug, straddling him as he lines himself up and slides into me with a groan, deep and slow and perfect.
I ride him slowly, watching Rhett behind me—watching the conflict break apart in his expression as he strokes himself, watching my body take Morgan inch by inch. His eyes are locked on the way I move, on the way Morgan disappears into me over and over, wet and needy and shameless.
Rhett wants to touch me—I see it in the tight set of his jaw, the twitch in his fingers.
So I offer it. I reach for him. “Rhett,” I murmur. “Come here.”
He shifts forward on his knees, his hand still wrapped around his cock, swollen and slick. I hold his gaze as I lean in, lips parting.
That’s all he needs.
Rhett groans low in his chest as I take him into my mouth, slow and hungry. His hand tangles in my hair, but not to guide me—just to hold on.
“Fuck, Aria…” he growls, breath ragged.
Morgan thrusts harder beneath me, his hands gripping my hips, groaning as he watches me suck Rhett’s cock while I ride his. The pace builds, all three of us moving together now—my body pulsing, stretched and filled in every way.
Rhett hisses through his teeth when I swirl my tongue around the tip, sucking him deeper. He’s trying to hold back—I can feel it in the way his thighs tremble, in the way his hand tightens in my hair.
“God, she’s perfect,” Morgan pants beneath me. “She was fucking made for this.”
Rhett’s breathing turns to growls. “You’re gonna make me…Aria—fuck?—”
I moan around him, my own climax building again. My whole body is heat and friction and pleasure. Rhett’s cock pulseson my tongue a split second before he explodes, spilling into my mouth as Morgan slams deep and stills, his body jerking as he comes hard inside me.
I swallow everything Rhett gives me, every drop, moaning through it as Morgan holds me down on him, throbbing inside me.
We’re panting. Shaking.
Sweating and stunned.
And I’ve never felt so owned…or so free.
We collapse in a tangled heap, limbs loose and heavy, our breaths ragged in the quiet hum of the fire.
Morgan wraps an arm around my waist, pulling me close until my chest rests against his. His heartbeat drums steady beneath my cheek, still racing, but slowing with every breath.
Rhett settles beside us, one arm slung over his eyes like he can’t quite believe what just happened. But his other hand finds mine, fingers entwining with mine against the rug.
No one speaks right away—we can’t.
There’s no need.The silence isn’t awkward.
All the tension that has existed between us seems to finally be melting away.
Rhett turns his head toward me, his voice low and hoarse. “You good?”
