Page 14 of Curvy Cabin Fever

ARIA

D amien slides me down the bed by my hips, his eyes burning intently into mine. My tongue darts out to wet my lips, aware of Morgan watching from beside us, on his knees, arms crossed.

“I’ve never done this before,” I say, glancing at Morgan.

“Do you want him to leave?” Damien rumbles, his hands sliding down my torso, his eyes challenging me to say something.

“What if it’s YOU she wants to leave?” Morgan snaps, glaring at Damien.

I try to suck in my stomach, and Damien sighs with disappointment, but I wriggle regardless, hating his hands on my flabby belly.

Do I want Morgan to leave?

No.

I like the idea of him watching…as long as he’s into it.

God, what the fuck has happened to me?

But Morgan is watching me respectfully, nodding slowly. “I’ll leave you if you want me to, Aria,” he says, his voice thick with longing.

Damien drops his head to my stomach, holding my hands on either side of me so he can drop soft kisses, his hair tickling my skin.

“I don’t mind. If you want to stay, that is?” I whisper as Damien nips my skin, demanding my attention. “ Damien !” I hiss before he kisses the spot better, his eyes locking onto mine.

“Focus on me .”

I suck in a breath as he hooks his fingers on my underwear, teasing me like he’s going to yank them down.

“Eyes on me, got it?” Damien pauses, his mouth hovering over my pussy.

“Got it,” I choke out, aware of Morgan breathing heavily beside me.

“Tell me what you want,” Damien commands, watching me like a predator toying with his prey.

I squirm beneath him and shrug slightly, feeling ridiculous.

He knows what I want, surely?

I want his tongue inside of me, then I want him inside of me.

“I’m going to need words, Aria.”

Morgan sucks in a breath before muttering, “Fuck.”

Yeah, my sentiments exactly, Morgan.

“You,” I answer finally, staring down at him.

“More.”

I swallow. “Licking me. Down there.”

“Good girl.”

Damien drags his nose down the middle of my underwear, inhaling my scent like an animal.

His breath is hot against the damp fabric, sending a shiver through me.

The first stroke of his tongue is slow, deliberate, pressing the soaked cotton tight against me, teasing me with the promise of what’s coming next.

I jolt at the contact, my thighs trembling as a delicious, maddening pressure builds. He flicks his tongue over my clit through the barrier; the sensation muted but no less intoxicating. The friction of wet fabric and firm strokes makes my breath hitch, the need coiling deep in my belly.

“Fuck…” I inhale, throwing my head back onto the bed. I lift my hips greedily, needing more.

Damien taps my thigh, a silent reminder. Eyes on me.

I force myself to look, and the sight of this man between my thighs nearly wrecks me.

His lips are parted, his eyes dark and burning as he watches my reactions like he’s memorizing them.

He drags his tongue lower, flattening it against my entrance, pressing against the damp fabric.

Heat pools between my legs, an unbearable ache that has me gripping the sheets.

His fingers replace his mouth, his touch firmer now, massaging slow, purposeful circles against my soaked panties. The friction is torment, the teasing relentless, every touch just enough to make me crave more.

The pleasure builds, almost all-consuming, my body trapped in this unbearable in-between—on edge, desperate, ready to shatter, but completely at his mercy.

And I fucking love it.

Damien smirks against my thigh, the warmth of his breath teasing my overheated skin. His fingers stroke lazy circles against my clit through the wet fabric, just enough pressure to make my body tense, to keep me teetering on the edge without letting me fall.

“Look at you, sweetheart,” he murmurs, his voice thick with satisfaction. “And I’ve barely touched you.”

I let out a strangled sound, my fingers still gripping the sheets, my thighs twitching beneath him. “Damien… please .”

He hums, dragging his teeth lightly over the sensitive skin of my inner thigh before sucking a mark there, sending another wave of heat straight to my core.

My hips roll up, chasing the pressure of his fingers, the teasing stroke of his tongue—anything to push me over.

But he just chuckles darkly, pressing me down with a firm hand to keep me exactly where he wants me.

“Not yet,” he drawls, dipping his tongue against the damp fabric again, this time with more force. “I wanna take my time with you.”

I shudder, the words alone enough to make me clench around nothing.

Morgan shifts beside me, his breathing heavier now, his fingers flexing against his thighs. He hasn’t even joined in yet, but the way his eyes are locked on Damien between my legs, then he bites his lip like he’s holding himself back, makes me even wetter.

Damien smirks. His fingers hook into the sides of my panties, dragging them down slowly, deliberately, making me feel every inch of fabric peeling away from my slick skin.

“Eyes on me,” he murmurs, his voice a low command.

I obey, barely able to breathe as he parts my thighs wider, his hands strong, possessive. His gaze flicks up to mine, and for a moment, there’s no teasing, no smug amusement—just raw hunger.

Damien chuckles, his lips glistening as he pulls back just enough to watch my reaction. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tosses my soaked panties to Morgan.

Morgan catches them effortlessly, his eyes locked on mine as he brings the delicate fabric to his face.

He inhales deeply, his lids growing heavy, and a guttural groan rumbles through his chest. His thick cock strains against his pants, the outline so blatant I can see the way he twitches beneath the fabric.

“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice gravelly, like he’s barely keeping himself together. His fingers tighten around my panties, his control visibly fraying. “You smell so damn sweet, baby.”

Heat floods my core, my entire body thrumming at the sheer filth of it.

Damien smirks against my inner thigh, his teeth scraping along the sensitive flesh before he glances up at Morgan. “You wanna taste her?”

Morgan’s nostrils flare, his jaw tightening, but he stays where he is, fisting his dick through his pants like he’s waiting for permission.

Damien tuts, amusement dancing in his eyes as he grips my thighs, spreading me wide. “That’s too bad,” he says, his gaze snapping back to me, dark and hungry. “Because she’s mine first.”

Then, without another word, he buries his face between my legs, and I forget how to breathe.

Damien’s mouth latches onto me, his tongue dragging slow, deliberate strokes over my clit before flicking it with just the right amount of pressure. A sharp gasp escapes me, my fingers flying to his hair, tangling in the thick strands as my back arches off the bed.

This man is fucking insanely good at this. Where did he learn these skills? Do I want to know? Do I really care?

Morgan groans beside me, his grip tightening around my ruined panties as he palms himself through his jeans. His breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling heavily as he watches Damien feast on me like a man starved.

“Jesus fuck ,” Morgan mutters, his voice thick with lust. He reaches out, trailing a single finger up the center of my stomach, making me shiver. “You look so fucking good like this, baby.”

Damien hums in agreement, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through me. He presses two fingers against my entrance, teasing, circling, before slowly sinking them inside, stretching me as his tongue continues its relentless assault on my clit.

My eyes roll as I cry out, my hips bucking, but his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me down.

“Stay still,” he murmurs against me, his breath hot, his tone demanding. “Let me take my time with you.”

Morgan shifts closer, his body heat radiating against my side. His hand skims over my ribs before palming one of my breasts. His thumb flicks over my nipple, sending another pulse of heat through my body.

“Fuck, Damien,” Morgan groans, his other hand still gripping my panties like they’re the only thing keeping him tethered. “You’re killing me here.”

Damien smirks against me again before sucking my clit into his mouth, his fingers curling inside me at the same time. Stars explode behind my eyes, my entire body tensing as pleasure loosens deep in my belly.

“You close, sweetheart?” Damien rasps, his voice rough, wicked. “You gonna come all over my tongue?”

I whimper, nodding frantically, my thighs trembling in his grip.

Morgan leans in, brushing his lips against my ear, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper. “Let go for us, baby. Let us see how fucking beautiful you are when you come.”

The combination of Damien’s skilled mouth, Morgan’s teasing touch, and their filthy words pushes me over the edge. My orgasm slams into me, white-hot and truly earth shattering, ripping a desperate moan from my throat as my body locks up, pleasure crashing over me in tidal waves.

Damien groans against me, licking me throughout, dragging out every bit of pleasure until I’m left a panting, trembling wreck.

Morgan watches me intently, his pupils blown, his lips parted slightly. His fingers stroke my cheek, his touch gentle despite the raw hunger in his gaze.

“Fuck,” he breathes, his thumb swiping at the corner of my mouth. “I need to be inside you.”

Damien chuckles, pressing one last kiss to my inner thigh before lifting his head, his mouth glistening with my release. He swipes his thumb across his lower lip, smirking. “Not yet,” he says darkly, locking eyes with Morgan. “I’m not done with her.”

Morgan growls lowly, his restraint visibly snapping as he grips the waistband of his pants and yanks them down. I stare at his delicious cock, my mouth watering at the sight of it.

“Then hurry the fuck up,” he demands, his eyes blazing. “Because I need my turn.”