Page 25 of Claimed By 3 Mountain Men

“Ben,” I whisper back, my voice barely audible over the gentle lapping of the lake.

The water is warm now, the sunshine baking us in its glow as if we're the only two people in the world.

As the waves lap against each other, creating miniature mountains and valleys on the calm surface of the lake, my heart beats in tandem with his. I feel Ben’s body press against mine, my breasts grazing his hard chest as we float in the water. The sensation sends shivers down my spine, and I can't help but be acutely aware of every point of contact between us.

Then like in some strange dream, he bends downward, pressing his forehead to my own. I don’t recoil, don’t move. I only close my eyes, wondering what he’s going to do. His lips linger over mine for a moment then come down.

No one has ever kissed me like this.

His tongue teases mine, exploring every crevice and corner as if he's a man starved for the taste of me. His hands roam up my back, tangling in my wet hair, angling my face just right to deepen the kiss.

My heart pounds furiously in my chest, I can't believe this is happening.

My hands find their way to his abs, which are rigid and firm beneath my fingertips. He moans softly into my mouth, and I can feel the evidence of his arousal against my thigh. My body responds in kind, an ache deep inside me that I know only Ben can satisfy.

“You taste so damn good,” he whispers, capturing my mouth again in a searing kiss. His hands leave my hair and travel down to my waist, caressing every inch of my body.

They travel to my hips, lifting me out of the water and pressing me against a smooth rock near the shore. His hardness pushes against my stomach, barely hidden by his soaking wet boxers outlining its massive shape.

I know in that moment that I want him, more than I've ever wanted anything in my life.

The heat of the sun-warmed stone against my back only intensifies the moment as Ben kisses his way down my neck, his tongue leaving a blaze of sensations. My breasts are heavy and aching. My whole body tingling as though it’s on fire, rising up with intense need and wanting. I’m worried it won’t take much to push me over the edge.

No one’s touched me like this before, and my body surges as though it’s as powerful as the sun.

I understand it’s all just biology at play here. My body is experiencing a psychological arousal based on the sensory input of Ben affecting my hypothalamus and limbic system.

My brain’s sending signals to my pussy as my parasympathetic nervous system starts to fire. All of this is causing an increase in blood flow and blood pressure.

“S-Slow down,” I gasp, barely recognizing my own voice. But for some reason, all of this feels different. It feels like it’s more than just basic biology.

He looks up at me, his eyes smoldering. “Are you sure you want me to slow down, Mac?” he asks, his deep voice practically growling. Heat pools between my legs at his words.

No. I don’t think I do.

His fingers peel back my wet bra, exposing my breasts.

Ben's name escapes my lips as he takes one of my nipples between his lips. Sparks fly, shooting straight to the core of me. I arch my back, silently begging for more.

He obliges, sucking and licking my sensitive flesh until I'm on edge. I arch my back, gripping the rock for support as waves of pleasure crash over me.

“B-Ben,” I stammer, my breath coming out in ragged pants. “I…I’ve never…” I can’t even finish the sentence; my brain short-circuiting as his skilled mouth moves lower.

He looks up at me, a mischievous glint in his eyes. “First time for everything, girl scout.”

And with that, he dips his head even lower, and my world explodes into a million bright colors as he shows me just what I've been missing.

The tips of his fingers tug down my underwear.

"Mmm..." A moan escapes my lips before I can stop it, and I bite my lower lip, embarrassed by how badly I want this.

This is a Truitt, my current mortal enemy. I shouldn't be reacting to him like this.

Ben's eyes darken, and he smirks, as if he knows exactly how much power he has over me at this moment. "I've wondered how you’d taste," he whispers. His cock, is hard and throbbing against my thigh. “I never thought you’d taste this good.”

Before I can protest or regain my bearings, his tongue is on my inner thigh, licking and teasing with a hunger that catches me off guard.

Thoughts of the camping trip, the research project, and the Truitt’s dissipate like mist in the sunlight as Ben's tongue finds its way to my most sensitive spot.

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