Page 27 of Single Mom’s Mountain Men (Mountain Men Reverse Harem #1)

"Charlie..." The words seize as his hands wrap around my waist, pulling me off the wall.

As he walks us backward, Wes moves behind me cupping my breasts.

He squeezes them gently and I jump as his lips drop to the opposite side of my neck, gently nipping it.

His searching fingers manage to find my nipples through my dress, and he circles them slowly, teasing them to an even more rigid protrusion.

Desire whips through me, so strongly that my knees shake. As Charlie licks my neck, I lean back against Wes.

“That’s right, darling,” Wes whispers into my ears, tracing my earlobe. “Just give yourself to it.”

No . I should stop this. I try to pull away, but I’m completely weak against their combined attack. Even one of them is devastating enough. With two? There’s no possibility of fighting.

Any thoughts of resisting fall to the wayside as Wes slowly smooths my dress up to my waist. He pulls it away to drag it cleanly over my body, before returning his hands to my breasts.

As he touches me under my bra, another larger hand easily slips into my panties and my entire body tenses in desire.

"Let me," Charlie groans. "Please, baby. Let me touch you."

I huff out breaths, caution screaming in my ear. But I ignore it. My legs open imperceptibly, but that's enough of an invitation for him. His hands slide over my skin all the way in and his finger glides right over my clit.

I jerk sharply, gasping.

"You like that, don't you?" Wes whispers, his hands plucking at my bare nipples, pinching tightly. I jerk again, flooding Charlie's hand.

"You're so wet, baby," Charlie whispers, his finger pushing between my folds. He starts kissing down my body, taking time to suck at a nipple that Wes frees for him.

My head falls back against Wes' shoulder, my knees shaking as Charlie slowly strums my clit, skating over my seam as he sucks my engorged nub. With his free hand, Wes grabs the back of my neck and turns to fuse our lips in a searing kiss that melts me like ice in a desert.

Next thing I know, something wet roughly moves on my clit.

My legs give away and a strangled sound flies out of me. Wes holds me tight to keep me from falling, his hand on my stomach. My eyes open, zeroing in on Charlie on his knees before me. He's giving my clit slow, worshipful licks, his eyes shut in quiet intensity as he works.

All the while, he teases me, pushing his finger into me slowly.

All of a sudden, I can't take it anymore.

"Fuck me." The words tear out of me, desperation making me sob. "Please. Fuck me."

"Charlie..." Wes' voice is strangled too, his dick hard and jumping in my back.

Charlie straightens and steps back, his calves hitting the bed. He roughly pulls down his pants and sits, and I'm scrambling for him into his lap.

My body shakes in desire as he aligns his rod to my entrance. I try to impale myself instantly, but he stops me, shaking his head tightly and gritting out, "Wait. Just... wait."

Meanwhile, Wes isn't waiting. He already has his cock in his hands and is jacking off with his eyes on me, tracing from my exposed nipples to the river-wet place between my legs.

"Fuck her, Charlie, or I'm going to," he snarls.

But still, Charlie doesn't move. His eyes are closed and he's gripping himself at the base to stave off the explosion. I don't want to wait. I want him so bad that I can taste it.

And speaking of taste...

I turn back to Wes's cock, admiring how thick and long and veiny it is.

I want it in my mouth.

"Wes," I whisper. "I want you to... fuck my face."

"Fuck." Wes’ entire body spasms and his eyes squeeze shut. "Hearing those words on your tongue does filthy things to me, darling."

"Imagine feeling my tongue on your cock," I whisper, and I lean forward, catching a drop of his precum on my tongue. He trembles and I keep going, licking the head of his cock, twisting around to cover every base, before sucking his engorged tip into my mouth.

" Jesus ." Wes's hand falls away, his face going slack as his head falls back. I suck him deeper, curling my tongue trying to swallow as much of him as possible, even though I only make it halfway down.

"You're going to kill me, darling," he hisses and that seems to revive Charlie from his stillness. Suddenly, strong hands grasp my waist, as a thick, large rod pushes into me at a glacial pace.

I moan around Wes' cock. Charlie is huge, in every way possible. My pussy struggles to accommodate him before Charlie is even seated halfway in. His cock seems to go on and on endlessly until I finally can't take any more. Oh God.

It feels so full. And so fucking good.

As Charlie starts to rock into me, it feels even better.

I gasp and suck Wes harder as the sensations send me into a frenzy. Wes' taste in my mouth, Charlie deep in my pussy. Beyond the illicit nature of the act, it's the fact that it's happening with the two of them that is driving me insane, sending me to another orbit.

This is going to ruin me for other men. After I'm gone, I'm never going to have sex this is good again and it's going to be their fault.

But for now, I give myself over completely to it, letting them both use me to get off. Wes grabs my hair and his thrusts start to get more jagged, more uncontrolled. And Charlie's head falls against my neck, harsh breaths escaping him.

"Fuck, you’re so beautiful." Wes gasps, leaning down to work my breast again. "She has the prettiest pink nipples in the world. Doesn’t she, Charlie?"

Charlie doesn't respond. He seems too far gone to do anything more than occasionally groan while Wes thrusts into my mouth and plays with my nipple.

Eventually, I know when Wes is reaching the peak. His hands fall away and he starts muttering nonsensical words into the air, his words trailing off at the end.

"So hot," he murmurs, his eyes squeezed. "Oh baby, I'm going to come down your throat."

Yes. I want him to. I want him to mark me in that way, while Charlie fills up my pussy. I bounce on Charlie's lap, suck Wes's cock, and race towards my own release.

I want us to come together

And within the next few seconds, I get my wish.

Wes releases with a shout first as his warm liquid fills my mouth.

"Take me," he snarls. "Swallow me."

I moan and swallow it all, his command driving me into my own series of orgasm after sensational orgasm, my back arched in spasm, my whole body rigid in ecstasy.

And then Charlie barks and follows me into his own orgasm, the sperm gushing out from his cock and pumping deep into me.

In the aftermath we’re silent, gasping in the air. Charlie has his hands wrapped around me, and Wes has moved to collapse on the bed beside us, holding my hand.

Dazed, my mind slowly returns to me and only then does what just happened begin to sink in. "Did that just happen?"

Wes chuckles. "Yes. And for your information, we very much plan on it happening again."