Page 14 of Surge of Ice

The game begins. We drink in between each person’s turn. My head begins to sway. We’re all laughing a little too hard, and my blood continues to pump hard in my dick.

“You suck at this game.” Sam giggles, turning to me.

I reach over and squeeze her nipple, making her gasp. “I’m better at other things.”

“Not as good as I am,” Aydan says, grabbing her other nipple.

Her jaw drops. “Enough of my breasts!”

In response, I push my hand into her tank top and start touching her bare skin, rolling her nipple between my fingers. But that fucking Aydan does the same thing, looking confident as hell, like he has every right to touch her. Which, I guess he does, because Sam allows it.

She shoves our hands away and leans forward again, grabbing the alcohol and drinking. Only, this time, she manages to spill all over her chest. She groans and starts trying to clean it up with her fingers, but it’s like something breaks inside of me. I shove her hands away and lean forward and start licking the liquor off. But when I’m done, I don’t stop. I pull her shirt down and start sucking on one of her nipples.

Some part of me expected Aydan to lose his mind. Instead, when I glance up, I see him kissing her. And for some reason, I don’t give a fuck. As long as I’m the one buried inside of her tonight.

Hell, I guess I can share.

FIVE

Samantha

What the hell is happening?Aydan’s tongue sweeps into my mouth as he tilts my head to give him better access. His kiss is powerful, overwhelming, like he’s trying to consume me. And Evander? His mouth is moving between my nipples, sucking hard enough that it feels like my clit is directly attached to my nipples. It’s like I can feel his mouth brushing my core, making me hornier.

They’re… both touching me.

I’m almost afraid to move. I’ve been so fucking horny ever since we got to this cabin. The combination of the sight of them and their scents have been almost too much to bear. But the idea that we could do this… together didn’t even seem possible.

And yet…

Aydan’s lips break from mine, and he reaches for my clothes. Evander moves from my breasts, and then they’re both working together to strip me. Within seconds, I’m naked in front of them, and it’s as if my legs spread on their own accord.

Evander and Aydan’s hands reach for my core. Aydan plays with my folds, while Evander presses a finger inside of me. They start to work together, moving their hands like they’ve done this a thousand times before. Evander adds a finger. Aydan finds my clit and begins to stroke me. Their touch sends electricity shooting through me, and I have to bite my lips to keep from crying out.

My head rolls back. Their mouths find my throat, and then they’re both sucking and marking their way down my neck. Evander adds another finger and starts to pump harder while Aydan strokes faster. My toes curl. I cry out, wrapping my fingers in their hair.

Faster and harder. Faster and harder. I start to bounce against them, grind myself against their hands. Suddenly, Aydan slips down on his knees, and as Evander fucks me with his fingers, Aydan’s tongue dances on my clit.

I’m overwhelmed. Overcome. I’d wanted them so bad. Needed them so bad. And now, I’m orgasming. Flying over the edge as I grind myself on Aydan’s face and Evander’s hand. My orgasm keeps stretching out for longer than I ever thought possible, and their touch doesn’t slow until I finally collapse back.

Panting, heading spinning, I lay back on the couch. The two men rise and undress, two gods among men. Tall, muscular, and perfect, they leave me wanting for nothing.

“More?” I whisper.

“Always more,” Aydan says.

He pulls me off of the couch, and my legs wrap around his back as he leads me to the bed. Then, he climbs onto the bed and turns so that he’s on his back, and I’m straddling him. Evander is suddenly behind me, his hands running over my ass. From behind, he presses his length into my wet folds and slides inand out, coating his length with my juices. Then, he pulls back, seeming to wait.

Aydan shifts my hips so that his tip is at my entrance. I’m holding my breath as he shoves in one inch after another, pausing when the hold becomes too tight, then pressing further inside until he comes to his hilt. We’re both breathing hard now, yet I’m unable to catch my breath. He grabs ahold of my breasts and begins to tease my nipples when I feel Evander spreading my ass cheeks.

I turn back to see Evander positioning his tip at my ass. “Go slow,” I whisper.

His gaze meets mine. “I’d never hurt you. You’re mine.”

And I believe him.

Evander surprises me by starting with his fingers. He uses my juices as lubricant, and then stretches me gently, making my body relax. Then, he slips one finger inside, giving me time to get used to him, before adding a second finger, and then a third. As Evander works my ass, Aydan moves gently inside of me as my nerves sizzle with electricity.

After a few glorious moments that overwhelm me with sensation, Evander removes his fingers and positions his cock behind me once more. Aydan doesn’t move as Evander slips in inch by inch, his cock slick from my desire. The fit is tight, even tighter than my pussy, but I grit my teeth and bear it. The feeling walks the edge between pleasure and pain, but never crosses into pain, for which I’m grateful.

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