Page 44 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
CAMRYN
The pane was only inches from my lips; the glass frozen and dark, swirling with the outside shadows. I could feel the blast of icy coldness radiating off it, as I surged gently but rhythmically forward and back.
“Do you have any fucking idea how cold it is out there?”
Oakley’s words were a low whisper, lingering in my ear. His strong hands squeezed my hips. His naked body, pressing against mine, surged into me again and again as I shook my head. It forced me even closer to the cold, frozen window, until the surface was frosted by my hot breath.
“Do you have any idea how warm it is in here?”
A hand wrapped around me, snaking downward against my sex. Oakley hissed sexily as he curled his fingers, pressing my clit even more snugly against his slow, deep thrusts.
Fuck …
My every breath fogged and then unfogged the pane of frosted glass, while the storm raged outside.
I was being screwed snugly but comfortably; helplessly sandwiched between the surface of the cabin wall and Oakley’s hard, unyielding body.
His goatee tickled my shoulder; his mouth like lava on my goosebumped neck.
His cock felt enormous inside me, guiding me down the razor’s edge of sweet oblivion.
“This ass is mine you know,” he murmured against my skin. He palmed one side of it roughly, slapping and squeezing it until I jumped. “I’m the one who broke it in.”
Reaching back with one arm, I clawed him even tighter against me. I could feel his hand guiding his erection now, withdrawing it from my hot little womb and dragging it slowly upward.
“Take it then.”
I gasped as he pierced me back there, popping the head through in a single, confident stroke. I braced my hands on either side of the window as he filled my ass, his thick erection drilling me over and over until I was ready to scream.
Holy fucking fuck.
I couldn’t believe I’d gone from being afraid of this perverted little sex act, to loving it so fucking much. Taking the guys in my ass was something I craved now, and even begged them for. And they loved taking it just as much.
“Fuck, Camryn…”
Finally I did scream, clawing at the rough-hewn wall that separated us from the biting, frozen wasteland just outside.
Oakley pumped me a few more times before letting himself go, his fingers curling into the tender flesh of my rump as he filled my back channel with long, powerful jets of his hot seed.
The whole thing had taken less than two minutes, but that was okay. The guys often took their pleasures wherever and whenever they found them, as did I. Using each other was beyond hot, and dirty little quickies like this were always fun.
“God, I needed that.”
The fire crackled as we pulled our sleep clothes back on and made ourselves right again. What began as an impromptu ice cream party at midnight ended with us warming ourselves by the fire, and eventually, with him filling my ass at the window while we watched the storm together.
“So when do you think it’ll end?”
I was still staring out the window, wondering what became of our little clearing.
We’d made a huge snowman together, amidst the ruins of our epic snowball fight.
Sir Flakes-a-lot had sticks for arms, and a pine bark nose.
Before going inside, we’d even rolled him up a smaller companion that Ryder had named Chill.
“It ends when it ends,” Oakley breathed, his voice still thick with the satisfaction of having come so fully and completely inside me.
We’d fled to the safety of the cabin afterwards, and my hands had been absolutely freezing.
The boys had taken off my wet gloves, and slipped my palms into their large, calloused ones.
They took turns blowing into them, warming me up.
All while making hot chocolate, restocking the firewood, and stoking the white-hot ashes of our everlasting fire.
And God , it felt good to be so taken care of.
The storm started up again after that, raging even harder than before. The huge, white flakes swallowed everything all over again, leaving nothing but deep indentations where we’d dug paths through the snow.
“Do you want it to end?” Oakley asked abruptly.
I looked up at him now, taking a deep dive into those lethal brown eyes. Were we still talking about the snowstorm? Or something else entirely?
“I guess we can’t stay here forever,” I shrugged.
He paused for a moment, as if actually considering it.
“No. I guess not.”
“Not that I’d mind it much,” I tried to smile. “There are worse things than being snowed in at some warm, beautiful cabin,” I went on, pressing a finger playfully into his chest. “Especially with three sexy hunks at your beck and call.”
Oakley sighed, then smiled. “Is that what we are?”
“Hunks?” I grinned. “You bet.”
“No,” he shook his handsome head. “At your beck and call.”
A twig snapped in the fire, momentarily distracting me. When I looked back at Oakley again, his expression had changed.
“I just meant—”
“Don’t get me wrong, Camryn,” he said, plainly. “It’s a lot of fun having you here. It’s even fun being at your disposal, sexually and otherwise.”
He stepped forward and leaned in, pursing his lips. Of course, I pursed mine in turn. Instead of kissing my mouth however, he angled upward at the last second and planted his lips on my forehead.
“Just don’t let what you want get in the way of what you have,” Oakley winked, before letting me go. And with that, I watched him pad barefoot all the way to the stairs.
“And vice versa,” he called back.