Page 31 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men

CAMRYN

“You want it on your back… or on your hands and knees?”

The question would’ve been casual in any other circumstance. A position preference, during a fun, sexual romp.

In this case, however…

“Are you asking me?”

“Yes.”

“How the hell should I know?” I laughed, nervously. “Like I told you, I’ve never done this! I was expecting we’d be deferring to your expertise.”

I turned my head and looked over my shoulder, to where all three of them were staring at the smooth skin of my exposed ass.

Like the rest of my body, those two rounded globes were dripping with a thick layer of baby oil; the end result of an amazing, six-handed body rub that I would never, ever forget.

The firelight played in the oil’s reflection, making my whole body glow orange. Oakley was thoughtfully stroking his goatee.

“You boys do know what you’re doing,” I huffed. “Right?”

A pair of strong hands I recognized immediately as Jaxon’s grabbed my hips, shifting me into position. I was face down, ass up. Totally exposed, and ready for the taking.

At this point, the loss of my ass virginity was a forgone conclusion.

“Remember,” I warned. “Go slow.”

The boys were side by side by side and salivating over me now, which made me even hotter.

Three thick members jutted upward from their own oil-soaked bodies; the inevitable result of them having taking turns slowly fucking me to ‘loosen everything up a bit.’ I couldn’t argue their logic, really.

I figured I could take as much loosening up as possible.

Plus, the visual of their three oiled-up bodies, flexing as they glided in and out of me, had been so totally incredible, it made me instantly wet.

That slippery little bit of debauchery had been a fun ten or fifteen minutes. The feel of their hard bodies sliding over every inch of mine, while penetrating me so deeply, had made me come twice already. Both orgasms had been intense, too — way beyond the mind-blowing normal.

And now Oakley was poised behind me, hands on my hips, ready to take me in the ass for the first time.

I’d made the two of them toss a coin — him and Ryder, that is — where ‘tails’ was quite literally the winner of my tail.

Jaxon, for obvious reasons, was going third.

He seemed to understand why he was omitted from the coin toss, even if he didn’t like it.

“Now try to relax,” I heard Oakley say. “And very slowly… back up on it.”

He was holding himself tightly at the base, his railroad spike of a dick poised at my nether entrance. He pushed forward… or maybe I pushed back. Either way I squinted hard, gritting my teeth against what I expected would be the beginning of a sharp stab of pain.

Instead, he slipped inside me with a surprisingly pleasant ‘pop.’

“Hard part’s over,” Oakley breathed, his voice tight with arousal. “Now relax and enjoy.”

The pillow felt cool against my face as I screwed my hands into it from either side. I made tight fists, expecting to push back against the foreign invasion of Oakley’s beautiful cock, buried deep in the wrong hole. Instead, I found myself opening up. Relaxing all over.

“Ahh, fuuuuck,” I breathed, slowly exhaling.

And then I realized; there was nothing wrong about this hole.

Nothing at all.

“You okay?”

Ryder was holding me from the front. He bent and kissed me, cradling my face.

“Yeah. I’m good.”

“Why the ‘oh fuck’ then?”

Oakley gripped my ass in both hands and drove himself into me, as deep and as far as he could go. My mind began spinning in fun new directions, even as my body fought the urge to push back against the forbidden pleasure.

When he pulled out and pushed in again, I knew the problem right away.

“I think I’m gonna like this too much.”

Ryder chuckled, and somewhere over my naked back I thought I heard the clap of hands. Did they really high-five? And if so, did I seriously care?

Not one bit, I decided on the spot.

The others watched, as their friend took full control of my hips and began seriously plowing me from behind. I thought he’d go slow, until I got used to it. But maybe I was used to it already.

“You’re just gonna ram me, aren’t you?” I breathed.

Oakley responded by slapping one globe of my shiny, supple ass.

The blankets spread out over the floor were soft, the roaring fire warm on my body, as I was breathlessly, relentlessly fucked up the ass.

In time, Oakley picked up the pace of his thrusts.

He began putting his full weight behind them too.

“You good?”

I was better than good. I was fucking him back.

“Fuck, ” I breathed, through clenched teeth. “This is… this is…”

“Good?”

“No. Actually it’s great.”

I couldn’t believe it. The experience was like getting fucked in every other way, but different in so many others.

The sensation of being taken was still there — the submission, the penetration, the feeling of being connected to your lover on some deep, intimate level.

But the intimacy was way more intense, coupled with this exquisite sensation of absolute fullness I just couldn’t describe.

Best by far though, was the naughtiness of it all.

The feeling of doing something so wrong…

so raw and dirty and taboo. I shoved back against Oakley’s rippled stomach as forcefully as I could, swallowing his entire glistening length again and again with my hungry ass.

I didn’t have to imagine what I looked like.

I could see it reflected in Ryder’s eyes.

“Damn,” he breathed.

“You’re next,” I growled at him.

Oakley eventually came, spilling himself inside me.

Filling me in a place that I’d never been filled before, but now radiated with an all new heat.

When Ryder took over, I was eager and ready.

I fucked him with such reckless, filthy abandon I think it surprised him; bucking back against him, grunting and groaning.

He made noises like an animal when he finally came, gripping me tight, merging with me as one; which was fitting, because our bodies were screwed so snugly against each other, it felt like nothing less.

“Looks like this won’t be a problem after all,” I heard Jaxon growl. He was gripping his erection like he could barely control it, swinging it my way. It looked less like a dick, and more like a baton.

“You’d probably hurt me if you went really hard,” I breathed, with more confidence than I felt. “But I kinda like it. So…”

Not to be outdone, Jaxon flipped me onto my back. He flung my legs high over his shoulders and pushed forward until the gargantuan head was poised against my slick, swollen starfish.

“Say when,” he challenged, with a gleam in his eye.

I curled my lips back from my teeth and stared up at him, totally in heat.

“When.”

All the air left my lungs as he plunged into me, resulting in the sigh of all gratifying sighs. I clutched the back of his head, making sure to stare straight into his eyes as he continued to pound me, over and over, in obscene, secret places no one but him would ever be able to reach.

I was cursing, grunting, screaming, all while begging him to go harder.

He sure as hell didn’t disappoint. Those tattooed arms slid to my shoulders for leverage, folding me nearly in half as he drilled me in the ass.

Jaxon pounded into me like a pile driver, again and again, until the sweat dripping off the tip of his nose was pooling in the hollow of my neck.

It was scary and thrilling and savagely beautiful; our oil-slick bodies twisting and undulating, glimmering in the firelight, while the others lay back to look on, spent and speechless.

And through it all, those deadly brown eyes; the same eyes that had peered through the scope of a high-powered rifle, and seen the death of countless enemies.

Those eyes bored into me now. They stared through me.

But not without me staring back, all the way past the pain, the anguish, the yawning, seemingly endless chasm of loss.

My blue eyes sliced through those brown orbs with laser-like focus, to penetrate his soul infinitely more deeply than he was penetrating my body, right now.

When he slid a hand between us to rub my clit, I went out of my mind.

I exploded the second he touched it, contracting around him and the fingers that were suddenly inside me.

Again and again I squeezed him, through strange new waves of deep, orgasmic bliss.

And yet somehow, we never broke eye contact.

Even when his own climax was triggered, we kept on staring, searching our souls for deeper meaning as Jaxon’s jaw went tight, his lip twitched, and he began pumping me wonderfully, gloriously full.

A half hour later we were back with all new bedding, but no less naked than before.

We’d showered in tandem, tagging each other in, passing the soap like the baton in some fucked up midnight relay race.

Clean and dry, we fell back into the fire-kissed realm of the living room floor, which was made soft again by all new blankets and pillows.

The kissing began almost immediately. The guys, now rested and still horny from watching me with each other, were more than ready to spread my legs and do it all again.

And it was at that very moment, I realized that I was probably spoiled for life.