Page 4 of To the Moon and Back

The shower block and loos were still in a reasonable state so I showered the day from my skin, pulled on a fresh t-shirt and knickers, brushed my teeth then headed back to our tent.

We had a small entrance area, which stored the cool box, our rucksacks and Rich’s guitar. I stooped into it, kicking away my sandals, and ran the external zipper to the grass. The sound reminded me of childhood camping trips with my parents. We’d traveled the country in our little Ford Fiesta and with two small tents. Happy times.

This was a happy time too, and as I undid the inner zipper and crawled in, my belly did a flip of excitement and lust injected into my system.

Beneath a small camping lamp hanging on a string from a top pole, my two hot men were lying on the large airbed. They wore nothing but boxer shorts.

Nial with his short dark hair and tanned skin on the left, Rich with his floppy surfer-style and quick grin on the right.

Damn, I could just lick them all over.

“You made us wait.” Rich grinned and adjusted his hips.

A large bulge filled his boxers. I figured the wait had been a good idea.

“I’m here now.”

“Close that zipper so we don’t get visitors,” Nial said, removing his glasses and popping them into a small pocket on the tent lining. “I’m all for a bit of voyeurism but not tonight.”

I swallowed, turned and fastened the zip, blocking us in and creating our own sexy little bubble in the world.

“You might as well strip,” Rich said, sitting and hooking his fingers under the base of my t-shirt. “You don’t need clothes on for what we have in mind.”

I didn’t answer. Instead I raised my arms as he pulled the material over my head.

My nipples tingled and hardened as the air hit them. My breasts were barely a handful. Small, pale and pert.

Nial sat forward, his gaze on my chest. “I’ve been thinking about doing this all day.”

I moaned as he latched his mouth over my right nipple and cupped the underside of my breast. The wet heat felt so good.

Rich swept his lips over mine, then he ducked and took my left nipple between his lips, creating a gentle suction.

I held onto each of their wide shoulders, instantly lost to the sensation of two guys bestowing attention on me.

Rich nibbled and sucked, holding me close with one hand on the small of my back.

“Mmm…” I murmured, my fingers tightening on their flesh.

Their bodies were warm, heat radiating from them and onto mine. My pussy quivered, a longing building deep inside of me.

Nial trailed kisses upward, over my collarbones, the hollow of my throat, then found my mouth.

I pressed my palm to his cheek, feeling the movement of his jaw as the kiss deepened. Our tongues tangled, noses colliding. A low, guttural groan rumbled from his chest.

And then I was being laid down. Four strong arms tugging me to the sleeping bag, the shiny surface gliding on my skin.

I surrendered to them, sighing as I did so. My body was being explored, stroked, and adored. What more did I need in life?

“You smell so sweet,” Rich murmured, his lips hovering over my navel. He slicked his tongue into it. “You taste it too.”

I smiled and arched my back. “Strawberry shower gel.”

“My new favorite scent,” he said, sliding his fingers beneath the waistband of my knickers. “We need to lose these.”

As he dragged them down my thighs, I wriggled to help them on their way. Having both Nial and Rich’s focus and desire on me always gave me a heady sense of femininity, power and lust. I wanted them, both of them. The need to feel us all coming together was growing, building in energy, the way a volcano does deep beneath the surface of the earth’s crust.

“This okay now?” Nial asked, stroking gently over my new upper arm tattoo.

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