Not only that, she was desperate for them. Watching them was not helping her at all. In fact, her pussy was slick, and she hoped one of them initiated sex soon. She didn’t want to come across as the woman so desperate she’d do anything for their attention. Biting her lip, she couldn’t keep her gaze away for too long. As they mulled around the cabin, she wasn’t even paying attention to what they were doing. They were both so in charge, so masculine.
“How are you doing, sweetheart?” Damon asked, coming to stand in front of her. He’d already dried off from his trek outside.
She’d also noticed his apprehension, and the fact they were securing more bolts to the doors, and locking up the window shutters. Something didn’t feel right, but she wasn’t about to ask them what.
“I’m doing good. Are you better?”
“Never been better before.” He took a seat beside her, placing an arm across the back cushion. Leaning against him, she smelled the great outdoors, the freshness that always made her feel so good being around him.
Opal liked living in this cabin at the edge of the world, being away from the city, and now knowing how good it felt to have the brothers make love to her—she didn’t want it to ever stop. They were both amazing men.
Sipping at her hot chocolate, she pressed her thighs together, and offered him a smile. Damon’s gaze had dropped to her legs, and his hand followed. He was so much bigger than her. He made her feel on the smaller side, which was crazy considering her size.
Slowly, Damon teased her thigh, moving up and down her leg, and each new sensation drove her crazy for more.
“I liked watching you come apart for me,” he said, his lips trailing down her neck. She still held the hot chocolate in her hands, and she didn’t know what to do. “Are you feeling sore?”
She felt a little sore but not so bad that she didn’t want them both again.
“I’m fine.”
His hand moved to cup her pussy, and she arched up against him, needing more. She’d never been so wanton in all of her life, but there was something about Damon and Caleb that made her forget herself.
“Let me take that from you,” Caleb said, taking the mug before she spilled it all over herself. That wouldn’t be good.
Damon eased her down on the sofa and moved her so that he sat between her thighs. She stared up at him, aware of the intensity in his gaze, and knowing exactly what he wanted. She wanted him more than anything else.
He teased the zipper of her pants down, and pulled them off. She wasn’t wearing any panties, so the moment they were gone, she was naked from the waist down, apart from a pair of thick socks.
The position she was in also meant she was spread open for them both to see. It was oddly titillating rather than embarrassing.
“Her pussy is so fucking tight, so beautiful,” Caleb said.
She turned her head to find him sitting on the coffee table, staring down at her. During her first week, she could have sworn Caleb hated her—now she knew better.
“I know it hasn’t been long since we last had you, but I need you again,” Damon said. He stroked the hard ridge of his cock, and all she wanted to do was touch him.
His hand moved between her thighs, and he teased her slit. His thumb stroked her clit before gliding down to press inside her. It wasn’t enough and it only served to drive her crazy, making her need stronger. She didn’t want him to stop. He pulled his thumb from her, and replaced it with his fingers.
He pumped two inside her, and she was so wet she heard the sounds of her own arousal.
She wasn’t embarrassed though. Seeing the excitement on their faces, she didn’t think for a second she could ever be. They were entranced, staring at her pussy with a feral need.
“I have to taste you,” Damon said.
He slid down the couch and she gasped as his mouth latched onto her clit, sucking it inside. Closing her eyes, she arched up as his fingers continued to fuck her. He continued to tease her nub but his fingers moved from inside her. The dual stimulation brought her to new heights. The angle exposed her ass, and he trailed his fingers back, coating her anus with her own cream.
“One day, baby, we’re going to fuck you here,” Damon said, releasing her clit long enough to talk. The forbidden idea drove her need higher. They were so filthy, and she loved every minute of it.
“Please,” she said.
“What do you want, baby?” Caleb asked.
She turned her head to look at him once again and was surprised to see that he no longer had his pants on. His cock was already rock hard, and he was working it up and down. The tip leaking copious amounts of pre-cum, and she wanted him in her mouth, to taste him, to feel him explode on her tongue.
Licking her lips, she stared at him, not knowing what to say for him to understand what she wanted.
“You want my dick, baby?” he asked.