Page 55 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
CAMRYN
“Mmmmm…” I sighed, spreading my hands as I leaned backward. The pair of thighs beneath my palms were like two columns of iron. In the meantime I was rolling… grinding… churning my hips in a circle.
“So. Fucking. Deep …”
I had my eyes closed and my mouth open, though Ryder and Oakley were no longer feeding me.
They’d dropped back to watch, to let me enjoy.
I was at my physical limit, and Jaxon knew it.
Still, he never backed off. Instead he bucked upward, spearing me even more deeply.
Screwing me in places that were all new and uncharted.
“Please…”
He shifted, and a rough hand pushed its way past my lips. Suddenly there was fabric; the scent of my own body, the taste of my sex. Somehow he’d found my panties, and stuffed them into my mouth. It turned me on so much I was choking on my own lust.
Fuuuuck!
I found myself screaming around them, more loudly than ever, but my moans were muffled by the thin cotton fabric.
Jaxon clapped his hand over my mouth, and that was it — I came hard, contracting around him.
Screaming through the wetness of my own lace thong, and coming like it was the end of the fucking world.
I nearly blacked out, which would’ve been a crime. I would’ve missed the deep, primal feeling of his shaft going off, erupting inside me. It was so big, so fucking deep , it almost didn’t feel real. I could feel the tip of him pressing against my cervix, twitching and pulsing, filling me up…
And then I did black out, or at least that’s how I perceived it.
A fresh surge of euphoria washed my brain clean, resetting me, rebooting me to reality.
I woke up groggily in the center of the bed, my head in Oakley’s lap, my panties no longer in my mouth.
Ryder was buried pleasantly inside me, my legs resting on those familiar broad shoulders as he continued pumping away.
“Welcome back,” chuckled Oakley, kissing my face all over.
“Hi,” I said weakly.
“You alright? You passed out on us again.”
He handed me a cold water, as his friend continued fucking me like it was the most natural thing in the world. I almost laughed at the absurdity of it, even as I accepted the bottle and took a long, deep pull.
And then I realized, it was the most natural thing in the world.
For a girl with three boyfriends, anyway.
“I’m good,” I sighed, handing the bottle back. “No. I’m great, actually.”
Oakley chuckled. “I’ll bet.”
“There’s just one problem, though,” I smiled up at him.
“Yeah?”
I reached up and pulled Oakley’s handsome face down to mine. Kissing him was so hot, so electric, especially while being drilled by Ryder, still sawing away between my thighs. I kissed those gorgeous lips until I couldn’t take it anymore, whimpering and moaning and sighing into his mouth.
“I just can’t get enough,” I eventually murmured, batting my eyelashes at him.
With that, I wrapped my arms around Ryder, and pulled him down as well.
Oakley and I never broke eye contact as I slowly made out with his friend, my body writhing beneath his as he surged into me again and again.
He came with a roar, emptying himself inside me.
When he finally collapsed, I pulled him close and kissed his cheek and whispered all sorts of wonderfully filthy things in his ear.
Three boyfriends.
I was drunk on the idea of it, now. This wasn’t just a cozy little cabin foursome, brought on by forced proximity or plain old loneliness.
No, this was girlfriend sex. Boyfriend sex.
The type of sex that cemented relationships, no matter how many fucked up pieces there were to assemble.
I was theirs now, in every way; physically, emotionally, spiritually, even.
I wanted to love them. Spoil them. I wanted to make them the happiest three men in all the world.
Right now though, I had another boyfriend to bring off.
“C’mere baby,” I said, queasy with lust at the very words. I didn’t need to crook a finger Oakley’s way. He was already shoving Ryder backward, to take his place.
“I want you to… OH!”
Whatever plans I might’ve had were canceled by two incredibly strong hands. Oakley spun me around and flipped me over, face down, shoving my head into the soft down comforter.
“Don’t move,” he growled.
I was wracked with full body shivers as those hands slid to my hips, his fingers flexing as they dug into my supple flesh.
He plunged inside me not even a second later, his thick shaft totally filling my warm, wet channel.
I was already so wet, his friends having made me so impossibly full.
The sounds and scents of our sex were almost obscene, especially when he picked up speed, and began drilling away.
Holy shit…
I looked up, half in a trance. Jaxon and Ryder were side by side, watching comfortably from the other side of the bed.
Their eyes eventually settled on my swaying breasts, as Oakley continued plowing me like a farmer during harvest season.
It was only the beginning, I knew. Because once each of them had come so fully inside me, the real fun would begin.
The night would stretch out into an endless stream of incredible positions, as the boys doubled and tripled up on me, making sure both ends of my body were always busy.
The thought of doing this every night thrilled me, well beyond my overinflated libido. It was what I secretly wanted, more than anything else. Exactly what I signed up for.
Oakley’s fingers screwed into claws as he came, his whole body exploding into me from behind.
He came so damned much, too. That familiar heat and wetness hung cloyingly in the air; the scent of sex, and not just any sex, but the most spectacular three-on-one sex that only the greediest of girlfriends gets to experience, if they’re lucky, during their very charmed lifetime.
Grinding against him I came once more, rolling my ass into that sea of delicious abdominals until my orgasm took me. Yes, it was greedy. But I was a greedy girl, in a greedy situation. After all, if I was giving myself to three men instead of one, I was owed the same amount of… attention.
Oakley stayed inside me for a while, enjoying the molten feel of my very full womb. When he dragged me down with him to the nest of blankets, I went willingly.
“Where am I?” I asked dreamily.
“Earth,” Ryder quipped.
I craned my neck to give him my best sardonic look.
“Not funny?”
“Alright, it’s a little funny.”
He smiled back at me. “Hey, I could’ve said Montana.”
Montana.
Shit, that’s right. How did I get here again? I practically threw a dart at a map.
“You’re our mountain girl now, Daytona,” breathed Oakley. His chest was still heaving with the exertion of fucking me. “You’re getting your snow wings, but that pretty little tan’s gonna fade away.”
“Not necessarily,” I returned. “Besides, we do have summer here,” I prodded, a bit worried. “Right?”
The guys laughed in unison. They did a lot of things in unison.
“We, huh?” asked Oakley.
I stretched my arms and legs in four opposite directions. At the end of both hands, my fingers encountered warm acres of yummy flesh.
“Yes, we,” I affirmed, happily. “I’m your girlfriend now, aren’t I?”
Jaxon took one of my hands in his. He placed it on something very stiff, and very hard.
“After a few more rounds maybe,” he teased. “After all, you did say we needed to make you our girlfriend.”
“Yes,” I admitted. “I guess I did.”
My stomach erupted with butterflies, as two hot mouths closed over my breasts simultaneously. I looked down at Ryder and Oakley, then up at the ceiling in rapture. Their tongues began rolling in wicked circles, as I stroked Jaxon up and down.
I still marveled at the absurdity of it all. I’d started with nothing — a freezing cold cabin, a broken down car. And now I had diamonds. A half-finished novel. A warm, beautiful cabin I was sharing with three gorgeous boyfriends, who already treated me like family.
Most of all I had the one thing I’d been missing for a long time now.
I had love.
“Fine…” I purred, finishing my stretch. “Make me your girlfriend, even if it takes all night. All morning, too.”
My hands sifted into two heads of soft, thick hair. Their mouths worked hungrily, as their fingers began roaming.
“Just guarantee one thing…”
“Anything,” Oakley murmured around my nipple.
I chuckled, merrily.
“Promise me we’ll take a midnight snack break.”