Page 19 of Two Times the Mountain Men
Tyler’s hands moved back up to my shoulders and gently pushed the satin garment off them as the kiss with Brock deepened, sending jolts of electric passion through me. I tossed the bra in the direction of the coffee table but couldn’t tell for certain if it made it there or not. In any other situation I’d have been self-conscious; not only one beautiful man was undressing me, but two. It felt like a fantasy. It had to be a dream—had to be.
Sliding his arms around my waist, Tyler grasped my breasts in his hands, gently playing with my nipples and sending rushes of pleasure through me to explode between my legs.
Reaching out, I placed my palms flat against Brock’s chest, tracing the hard muscle with my fingertips. His pecs flexed under my fingertips. So beautiful and exhilarating. I’d never been with a man so perfect.
Covering one of my hands with his, Brock slid my hand down his magnificent body, over his six-pack abs to the massive erection that was protruding against his pajama bottoms. My hand slid down the length of his flannel-covered dick to cup his balls and gently squeezed. He groaned softly, looking down at me with a feral look in his eyes.
He lowered his head and his lips came crashing down onto mine with a passion I’d never felt before. My lips parted and he nipped playfully at my lower lip before deepening the kiss as Tyler’s fingers pinched my nipples, making me cry out against Brock’s lips.
As our kiss intensified, sending delicious jolts of pleasure though me, my hand slid back up his shaft and under his pajama bottoms to grasp his length. My God it was so long and thick; beautiful, with a drop of precum that had formed at the tip, I swiped at the cum and used it as lube to begin stroking him.
Brock broke off our kiss and grunted, his body becoming tense before me. As I stroked him, I felt the sudden absence of Tyler behind me. Curious, I looked back to see he’d shed his pajama bottoms and was standing naked. I stopped stroking Brock a moment to feast my eyes on his partner.
My gaze locked with Tyler’s. I was so intent staring into Tyler’s captivating blue eyes that I didn’t notice Brock completely undressing before settling back onto the sofa and pushing me backward onto my back. It was then that I realized I was the only one of the three of us with any type of clothing on.
That didn’t last long.
“You’re goddamned beautiful, Genevieve,” Brock growled, making me focus on him once again as he hooked his thumbs into the waistband of my pajama bottoms and pulled them unceremoniously down my hips, legs, and off. They joined the growing pile of clothing on the coffee table and floor.
I felt a blush color my cheeks at the compliment and the lust in his voice as he voiced his appreciation for how I looked. “Thank you,” I replied, my voice barely more than a whisper.
The absence of bottoms made me realize how wet I was between my legs; the sheer white panties were damp and the slight chill of the cabin sent a rush through me that caused me to shiver.
“And as sexy as fuck,” Tyler added with a growl, leaning over me from above and kissing me. I’d never been kissed by a man whose face was in the opposite direction to mine but it somehow worked.
As my tongue frolicked with Tyler’s I felt my panties being slid down my legs to eventually join the rest of our clothing. Moments later, I gasped against Tyler’s lips as I felt Brock’s fingers spread my pussy lips and run his fingers along the length of my slit.
This was happening; it was really happening! A part of me suddenly panicked. Who did this? What would they think of me in the morning? But those thoughts quickly evaporated when Brock replaced his fingers with his tongue, running his tongue along the length of me from my pussy to my clit, lingering a moment at my clit to tease the swollen nub with the tip of his tongue.
I bucked against his teasing tongue as Tyler’s lips pulled away from mine. Tyler stood once more and came to stand beside my head, his dick bobbing before my lips. Reaching out, I grasped his shaft, which was longer then Brock’s but thinner, and began to gently stroke him.
“Oh baby,” Tyler groaned as he began to thrust into my hand working with the rhythm I was setting, slipping a hand into my hair and gently fisting the locks between his fingers.
Tyler’s dick thickened as I stroked him from head to base. As I stroked Tyler, Brock slid two fingers deep into my core, stroking the inner wall, causing me to buck and grind against his hands, soft pleas and whimpers escaping my lips.
Taking one step closer to the sofa, Tyler’s cock pressed against my lips. I moaned, parting my lips and taking his shaft.
“Holy fuck!” Tyler groaned, staring down at me, our gazes locking.
As I worked his dick, my tongue and lips moving up and down his shaft with expertise, Brock removed his fingers from within my core to replace it with his tongue.
“You taste amazing baby,” Brock whispered then set back to work, driving me to near insanity.
I had no choice but to pause my effort to please Tyler in order to bask in the feelings of Brock’s tongue diving deep into my core. His torturous tongue refused to let up, despite my pleas to release me from the building agony. But my release was coming, the coil in my core was growing tighter every second, threatening to snap at any moment.
In an attempt to distract myself from the pleasure I resumed my taunting and teasing of Tyler’s shaft. If I were to be honest, it quickly became apparent that somewhere along the way I lost control of the situation and it became more of a matter of him fucking my mouth then me controlling the pace.
But that was fine because my mind became fully focused on one thing—my impending release. The intense ache between my legs was hitting its breaking point. I was moments away.
Oh God, I don’t know if can handle it! I began to buck frantically against Brock’s mouth. I couldn’t handle it another moment. And then I was there. Oh God! Finally. The dam broke and my entire body trembled as a flood of my juices greeted his greedy tongue.
It felt as if every bit of energy had been drained from me, but I wasn’t about to be let off the hook so soon. I became abundantly aware that Tyler’s shaft was beginning to throb as my mouth attempted to milk his beautiful dick.
Grasping his balls with my free hand, I gently gave them a squeeze and that was his undoing. He groaned as he thrust his hips, slamming the head of his dick against the back of my throat nearly making me choke, as a stream of his cum filled my mouth and throat.
Swallowing down his seed, I didn’t have a moment to even consider what had happened as Brock had slid my legs over his shoulders and was positioning himself between my legs, the head of his shaft pressing at my entrance.
Tyler backed away from me, his cock slipping from my lips. Looking up and into Brock’s eyes all I could see was pure hunger—for me.
