Page 78 of Snow Balled

Large hands rubbed up and down my thighs. Carter straddled my knees, not putting his weight on me. His eyes were my breasts as he rubbed my legs.

He’d taken off his shirt, but he still had his jeans on.

“So many sensations,” I moaned. Carter’s large hands covered so much territory.

“Is it too much?” Tristan asked.

“No. Maybe. I don’t know—not yet.” Honestly, I wasn’t sure I knew which way was up anymore.

“Let us know if it becomes too much,” Drew said, and I nodded.

Carter leaned forward, putting his hands on either side of my hips. He buried his face in my cleavage, nuzzling me with his nose. He actually bit down on the lacy edge of one of the cups and gave a little tug. Then he released it, and said, “Can we take this off?”

Shyly, I nodded.

Almost as if they’d choreographed it, Carter slipped his arm under me and pulled me to a sitting position. He claimed my mouth again as the sleeves of Carter’s shirt were pulled off my arms. A warm hand undid the clasp behind me. The kiss was so intense I didn’t even realize I was topless until a large hand cupped my breast and a thumb rolled my nipple.

It was Carter, I realized, because the hand moved when he gently laid me back on the bed. Then he put his head back between my breasts, this time making a long lick up my cleavage. His warm breath spread over my skin, and my nipples hardened into little points.

“Have a taste,” Carter said to the other two, turning me on because he had offered me to them. I never would’ve thought he was a man who knew how to share.

Drew moved in first, taking a tentative lick at my nipple, but I put my hand on his chest to stop him. “Can you take off your shirt?” I whispered. I was nearly naked, wearing only my panties, and the men were mostly still dressed.

He obliged, and Tristan did, too. Now all of us were shirtless.

Carter planted a kiss on my ribcage, then another on my abdomen. I held my breath, wondering where the next one would be, but then I got distracted by Tristan’s lips closing around my nipple.

God, it felt good when he sucked it into his mouth, twirling his tongue around it. I didn’t even have time to contemplate how good it felt when the intensity doubled. Drew had his mouth on my other side, and the two men’s techniques were just different enough to send my sense into overload.

I groaned, lifting my hips slightly off the bed. Carter moved his hands to my hips, stroking above and below my panties. Then he slid a finger under each side, stretching the fabric. “May I?” he murmured.

“Yes,” I moaned, but it was as much in response to the wonderful sensation on my breasts as Carter’s question. He waited, his eyes on mine. I looked over Drew and Tristan’s hair and nodded to Carter.

To my surprise, his fingers slid away from my panties. His weight shifted on the bed, and I felt a warm breath on my hip. Carter took a long lick across my heated skin, tugging on the side of my panties. It took me a moment to register that he’d slid them down with his mouth. I had to fight to keep my hips from grinding against him once I realized that.

He moved to the other side, and that’s what he did for several minutes. He tugged one side of the panties down, then the other. It was only when they were down around the tops of my thighs that he used his hands to pull them the rest off.

My breath came out in shuddery gasps as Tristan and Drew worked my nipples with their talented mouths. And then there was another mouth on me, or near me. I felt warm air on my mound and Carter’s large hands on my thighs again.

This time, I parted them slightly.

It was all the invitation Carter needed. His strong hands eased my legs apart, and I gasped as a long finger stroked my heated slit.

His lips barely nuzzled my folds, and I moaned.

As if answering a request, Tristan reached down and hooked his arm under my thigh. He pulled my leg toward him, my knee bending as he spread me further open.

For the first time in my life, I felt a tongue touch my seam, and I shuddered at the sensation. At all the sensations. Tristan and Drew’s amazing touch had tension building up inside me, and I was pretty sure Carter would be the one to push me over the edge.

Drew copied Tristan, rubbing my leg before grasping it and bending it up toward my chest, giving Carter all the room he needed. His large hands slid under my ass, kneading and squeezing as he tilted my pelvis up, as if raising a glass to his mouth to drink from.

Except he didn’t drink, he tasted. And nibbled. And stroked.

God, it felt amazing. I would’ve squirmed all over the bed if there weren’t so many hands and mouths on me at the moment.

“Just relax and let it happen,” Carter whispered. Then his long fingers spread my folds, giving his tongue more access. He alternated between long, slow strokes and quick flicks across my clit.

“Oh god,” I moaned.

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