Page 93 of The More the Merrier

She plopped herself on the floor between them and planted a kiss on Atticus. One she hoped communicated the message of love, passion, and desire that was flooding her system. He returned her fire with his own. Capturing her lips and making love with his mouth, he lay back on the pillows, taking her with him.

Behind her, Gregor moved away, and she immediately missed the heat from his body. But it returned a moment later, this time, naked. He pulled her back and lifted her, placing her over Atticus’ hard cock.

Once Ati was fully seated inside, Gregor cupped her breasts, thrumming her hardened nipples. She ground down on Atticus cock while Gregor played with her breasts. When she felt a pinch on her clit, she fell apart, her nectar coating her Daddy’s cock while Gregor captured her cry with his mouth.

“Turn her around,” Atticus ordered from the floor. Gregor did, turning her until her dripping pussy connected with Ati’s face. He got busy lapping her slick entrance. Gregor gripped her long thick hair in his fist and brought her mouth down on his cock.

He filled her mouth before sliding deeper down her throat. Claire was dripping from both ends and didn’t care. She was being taken by the two men she wanted the most and it was all pure bliss.

Atticus chomped down on her hardened nub sending a shockwave of vibrations through Claire. She cried out around Gregor’s cock still buried in her throat. The vibration had him stiffen inside of her. His entire body went rigid as he pumped his seed down her throat. When he was done, he pulled out and picked her up, once again turning her.

He cupped her ass cheeks as he lowered her once again onto Ati’s cock, spreading her so wide she thought she would break in two. But when Ati rocked his hips, Claire soon realized the advantage of the position.

Only a few thrusts against the A-spot tucked back behind her cervix and she was writhing with an explosive orgasm. Her powerful muscles milked Atticus to his release. The three of them lay panting, Claire, with her head on Atticus’s chest with Gregor’s powerful body nestled behind her.

She could certainly get used to this she sighed. A mouth on her nipple and a cock at her back entrance woke her sometime later.

“Mmm. I could wake up like this every day.” She hadn’t realized she’d spoken allowed until she was answered.

“You will. Screaming out your orgasms until you can’t take any more.”

Claire sighed happily. “Whatever you say, Daddies.” She giggled at the lump term, but the men didn’t seem to mind.

“I’ve called for the evac chopper, we need to get up. I’ll grab you some clothes. They’ll be too big, but at least they’ll be dry. And then we need to get some clothes on Atticus.”

The haziness from their lovemaking lifted as Claire rose and pulled on a pair of sweatpants and sweater that Gregor offered. She smiled, holding out her arms so he could roll up the sleeves and pull the drawstring as tight as possible to keep the pants on her smaller frame. Once she was dressed, she helped Gregor get Atticus into an almost identical set of dry clothes. They had him in boots as the copter landed outside the chalet. Gregor carried his friend down and they shared words before the chopper was back in the air headed for the hospital.

“Are you worried about him?”

Gregor watched the chopper as it disappeared over the tree tops.

“No. He’ll be fine, but while he’s there anyway, I have him scheduled for his knee surgery. He’s been delaying the necessity for far too long. He’ll be pissed, but too bad. It needs to be done.”

“What does that mean for us, me I mean?”

“It means, little girl, that you and I are heading home. I will have your items packed up and sent to my place.”

“Um, they are already packed and sitting at the front desk. I told you; I was going to run away.”

“You did, didn’t you?” He raised one eyebrow. “We’ll have to deal with that won’t we, naughty girl?”

Claire’s belly did the familiar flip-flop whenever one of them discussed punishing her.

“But we’ll wait on that, for now, let’s go home.”

Home. A magical word that filled Claire’s heart.

This time when she climbed on the back of the snowmobile, Claire wasn’t running from what she wanted. She was riding into it, to the future with her heart’s desire. As they sped off, she made a mental note to thank Blaze for her unexpected Christmas bonus.

The End

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