And gasped in exultation as a warm mouth closed over me.
Thirty-Six
MORGAN
It was like being worshiped. Cherished and celebrated and fulfilled, by three of the most beautiful men I’d ever laid eyes on.
All at the same time.
Boone’s lips parted mine, his tongue so incredibly warm and wet as it explored my glistening furrow. His tongue was firm but tentative, stroking me slowly, dragging wonderfully across the tender folds of my pussy before diving deep inside, to scoop out my golden nectar.
At the same time, his powerful hands contrasted with the soft insides of my thighs. I could feel his arousal, measured by the strength and pressure of his fingers against my supple skin.
“Ohhh…”
A moan escaped my lips as he went down on me. I craned my neck to look down my body, needing the visual. I was rewarded with the sight of his gorgeous face buried between my legs. His tattooed arms and shoulders added a dark and thrilling element, especially compared to anyone else I’d ever had there.
My breasts were in heaven, with two sets of hands working them over. Two separate mouths nuzzled them hungrily, two sets of lips and tongues tracing wetly over my pink areola. Shane was slow and deliberate, kissing and nibbling. Jeremy was sucking away, sometimes taking my nipple between his teeth and applying just the right amount of delicious, delicious pressure.
“Holy fuck…”
My hands went to their heads, rolling my knuckles into their hair. I squeezed them hard, letting them know they were welcome, pressing them down against the full swell of my breasts while gasping in ecstasy at Boone’s fluttering, magical tongue.
Well Morgan, you didn’t want to choose.
I didn’t. I hadn’t. But I’d never expected this!
You got exactly what you wanted.
I couldn’t believe it. Couldn’t let myself believe it. Yet it was actually happening. It was happening right here, right now, my body being laid open for the pleasure of three men at once… spread out against the warm fabric of fire-kissed sleeping bags, juxtaposed against the frozen backdrop of some beautiful, ice-ravaged hotel.
“Yeah…” I found myself growling. “Oh… fuck yeah…”
It was an admission of acceptance. My mind catching up with what my body already knew: that for the moment at least, I’d do anything for these men. Anything with these men. Anything they wanted at all, as long as they made me theirs.
And as long as you get to come…
That part they knew already, and they were certainly working on it. Boone had already slipped two thick fingers inside me. He glided them expertly in and out, and I found myself developing a gentle rhythm as I screwed back against him.
All at once Shane and Jeremy were gone. I saw them undressing themselves through half-lidded eyes, their clothes falling away to reveal their amazing bodies before rejoining me on either side.
“I
… I want…”
I reached for Jeremy, and found his warm, thick cock. On Shane’s side, my other hand stopped first to linger over the smoothness of his tight abdominals.
“I want you both…”
They grinned and took turns kissing me, swiveling my head back and forth between them. I was delirious. Only vaguely aware of where I was. All I knew was that I needed all three of them inside me, each in turn. One by one, taking them into my body. Bringing them to the edge, then taking them over. Feeling them go off inside me.
But first…
I bit my lip as Boone increased the speed of his thrusts. His hands were independent of his mouth now, working their magic deep in my pussy while his tongue began dancing around the hood of my clit.
I was close. I was close and he knew I was close, which is why he’d started applying more pressure with his mouth. Constant pressure with his two amazing lips, pulling insistently between my legs to expose my swollen clit to his flickering tongue.
“FUCK...”