Page 16 of It’s Kind of a Bunny Story (Hey There, Hop Stuff #3)
“ H ere? Now?” I squeaked as Linc stroked a thumb along my slit.
“Yes, sugar.” Linc lowered his head and nipped my lower lip. “I need you. Now.” His length jerked against my belly.
“What if someone is hiking and sees us?” I protested, albeit weakly.
“No one comes to this lake,” Copeland assured me, brushing my wet hair to the side so he could suck and nip the back of my neck. “Besides, anyone would be lucky to get to watch a woman as gorgeous as you getting her body worshiped.”
“It is a beautiful thing to witness.” Fletcher’s voice came from the shore.
Peeking around the wall of muscle in front of me, I found my rabbit mate stroking the tent in his shorts. It was hot, and my insides quivered in excitement. Linc chose that moment to slip a finger inside me, making it impossible for me to speak.
Gasping, I leaned my head back against Copeland’s chest and soaked in the delicious heat of my mates’ bodies pressed against mine. Was their skin always this hot?
“Bunny boy, how about you come join us?” Copeland called.
Without question, Fletcher entered the lake and waded toward us.
“Kneel down,” Linc ordered him.
The guys moved to where the water lapped against Fletcher’s collarbones.
I guess the wolves were communicating mentally because they moved as if they shared a single mind, all without speaking a word.
Linc stepped to the side, letting Copeland fully support me as he shifted our positions so that Fletcher was in the water directly in front of me.
“Wrap your legs around his shoulders,” Copeland whispered, his tongue tracing the curve of my ear.
My eyes widened. Oral wasn’t something Fletcher and I had done yet. What if he wasn’t into it? “You don’t have to?—”
“I want to,” Fletcher cut me off, reaching out and sliding my legs around his neck.
His hands cupped my butt as he guided me to his mouth. Running his tongue along my aching slit, Fletcher made a sound that was a cross between a purr and the sound I make when eating a particularly decadent dessert.
Fletcher didn’t need any further guidance from the wolves.
Pulling me tighter against his mouth, his tongue slipped inside me, stroking and exploring.
My insides quivered and sent a flush of desire straight between my legs.
Instead of backing off, Fletcher hummed in delight and lapped up every drop as though it was a prize he’d earned.
Unable to help it, I squirmed, leaning back as I tried to escape the intensity of the sensations he was sparking through me.
“Oh no you don’t,” Copeland scolded.
Rather than letting me escape, he stepped forward, pressing me harder against Fletcher’s eager mouth. With Copeland helping to keep me in place, Fletcher let one hand slip from where it had grasped my butt.
“But I can’t breathe,” I gasped.
Copeland’s deep laugh would have made a villain proud. “Then it’s a good thing we both know how long you can hold your breath.”
Linc reappeared at my side. “Have we told you lately how sexy you are?” Bending down, he swirled his tongue around the hardened peak of my nipple.
“Mmhmm,” Copeland agreed, his hand trailing down my ribs. “Every little thing about you is perfect.”
Just that morning, I’d stared in the mirror and hadn’t liked what I’d seen. But it was hard not to feel like a goddess when I could see the lust and love in my mates’ eyes and feel it in their every touch. While I saw all the things I wished I could change, Copeland claimed they saw perfection.
Fletcher had been paying attention to my every reaction as he tasted me for the first time, and he proved to be a fast learner.
Within minutes, I was panting and being driven toward bliss.
Linc’s tongue lavished attention on my nipple and breast, while Fletcher pressed two of his fingertips against my clit.
In perfect harmony, as though they were conducting an orchestra where I was the only instrument, my mates continued to pleasure me until I had the most mind-shattering orgasm of my life.
“Charlee,” Fletcher groaned my name.
Glancing down through the haze of lust, I noticed his heavy-lidded eyes and the flash of movement in the water.
It took a moment for me to comprehend the reason his hand had disappeared from my butt.
While he’d been devouring me, he’d been stroking himself and had joined me with his own release.
I was still riding the high of my climax, but that didn’t stop my body from clenching with renewed desire.
“Take us to the shallows.” I was the one giving the orders now.
The moment we made it to where the water met the shore and was only a few inches deep, I looked at Linc. “Sit down.”
Linc followed my direction, and Copeland lowered me to my feet.
Kneeling in front of Linc, I gently pushed his chest, so he fell back.
I wiggled between his legs, loving the way his eyes sparkled as he tried to figure out what new game we were playing.
His laughter turned to a moan when I wrapped my lips around the head of his erection and took him deep into my mouth.
His hand moved to my head. He didn’t apply pressure, but simply cradled it almost tenderly.
“Charlee.” Linc’s husky rasp sent chills over my skin and wet heat rushing between my thighs.
Lust surged through me, demanding to be filled. Keeping my forearms on the ground between Linc’s legs, I went up on my knees and wiggled my behind in invitation to the man standing over me. I wasn’t sure how skilled Copeland was at lipreading, but the man was a fantastic butt reader.
Copeland lined himself up with my entrance, and gripping my hips to support me, he pushed inside me. There was no resistance thanks to how soaked I was, and I moaned in ecstasy as his cock sank deep—or at least, I tried to moan. It was hard to vocalize when your mouth was full.
My tongue swirled along Linc’s length, while Copeland rolled his hips in an erotic rhythm. With each thrust, my belly tightened as the need for release built. Linc’s breathing grew more ragged, my muffled sounds of pleasure seemed to be driving him crazy.
“Copeland,” Linc growled, tone harsh.
I didn’t know if it was a warning that he wasn’t going to last, or an order for Copeland to put me out of my misery. Either way, without breaking his pace, Copeland reached around my hip and pressed his fingers against me.
That added bit of friction was too much, and two hard thrusts later, I fell apart. Taking Linc deep into my mouth, I swallowed hard. I wanted him to feel the muscles of my throat clenching around him as my body clenched around Copeland.
My men came hard, their cocks jerking as they joined me in pure pleasure.
When the last of the aftershocks faded, Linc pulled me onto his chest, while Fletcher and Copeland collapsed on the ground beside us.
We lay there, letting the sun warm our skin and listening to the water lazily lapping at the shore.
“Can we do this every day?” I mumbled against Linc’s chest, struggling to stay awake.
“Absolutely,” Linc mumbled sleepily.
Copeland released a string of sneezes then laughed. “I’m down, but next time maybe we’ll take the forest path instead of the field.”
“Do wolves have allergies?” I asked, lazily circling my fingertips over Linc’s chest. “And are you guys always this scorching hot?” Their skin hadn’t seemed abnormally hot when we’d first met, but then again, I’d been in heat so I might not have noticed.
“If you’d asked me yesterday, I would’ve said no,” Copeland paused, this time to cough, “but now I’m not so sure. To answer your second question; yes, we’re always hot.” He wiggled his eyebrows suggestively.
Fletcher snorted and tossed a shirt in Copeland’s face. The wolf shifter winked at me, then rolled the cloth up to use as a pillow and closed his eyes.
Less than five minutes later, both wolves had fallen asleep.
Catching my hand in his, Fletcher brought it to his lips. “Where is all that amazing wolf stamina they were bragging about? A swim, sex, and sunshine was all it took to knock them out cold. I can’t wait to rub this in.”
We lapsed into a peaceful silence, enjoying the freedom of being outdoors and not needing to look over our shoulders. I could definitely get used to this.