Page 69 of Shared By the Mountain Men

Noah sat on the couch next to him—I didn’t remember him taking his clothes off, but he was totally nude now. Then Ash pushed me back down onto my knees. Once again taking a hold of my hair, he guided my mouth over to Noah’s waiting cock.

“His turn.”

He pushed me down onto Noah, making me take more of his length than I had of Ash’s. Then he moved my hands so that I was gripping a dick in each one.

“There we go,” Ash said. “Just like that. Stroke us and alternate who you’re sucking on.”

I liked being controlled, I realized. Being told what to do. It was impossible to overthink things this way; all I had to do was whatever they told me. It made everything so much simpler.

And sexier.

I alternated between them, one stroke each. All the way down on Ash, back up for air, then down on Noah.

“That feels so damn good,” Noah said.

Ash only moaned loudly, unable to find the words while he watched with hungry eyes.

“Am I your slut?” I asked, looking from one man to the other.

“Such a good slut,” Ash said, getting into it. “You follow directions. We can train you.”

“Mmm, train me how?”

Ash grabbed a fistful of hair and kissed me hard, shoving his tongue into my mouth. His grip in my hair tightened and he pushed my head down on himself, as deep as I could go until I was practically gagging. The force of his need, the strength in his arm, made me wetter than Noah’s tongue had before.

Just when I couldn’t take any more, he pulled me back by my hair. I gasped and grinned up at him and he kissed me again.

“Noah’s turn,” he said, shoving me down onto his friend’s waiting shaft. I was able to take more of him than Ash, widening my lips and trying not to gag on the hot, hard length.

Then I was yanked up again and moved back to Ash. I took his crown into my mouth obediently, loving every minute of it.

“How’s she feel?” Noah asked.

Ash rumbled a moan. “Better than my dreams.”

I pulled up enough to gaze into his dark eyes. “You’ve dreamed, huh?” I managed to say between gasps.

“Maybe,” he replied, pushing me back down. “Don’t stop.”

Back and forth they passed me, one cock into my mouth and then the other. I desperately wanted to touch myself, to think about what I was doing and rub myself until I was screaming, but I couldn’t with a grip on each of their lengths at the same time.

Finally, Ash said, “Want to know what we did next?”

I bobbed my head up and down. “I really do.”

Ash rose, lifting me into the air and placing me on the edge of the couch. He stripped his clothes; first his pants, then he pulled his shirt over his head to show off the impossible muscles of his chest and abs. I’d seen him shirtless before, but not this close. I ran my hands over the ridges of his muscles to make sure they weren’t painted on.

They were real. Deliciously real.

“What happened next?” I asked.

Ash practically tore my panties off, then took my legs in his hands and spread them wide. I grabbed hold of his warm cock and rubbed the head up and down my slit, coating it in my juices.

I was certain it wouldn’t fit. It was too big, too wide. It would hurt.

Ash must have been used to this hesitation, because he didn’t push forward. He let me gradually move the head in and out of my lips, taking it slowly. Then a little bit of the shaft. I used my fingers to coat more of him with my natural lubrication. All the while he looked down at me with hunger in his dark eyes.

God, I wanted him so bad.

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