Page 102 of Snowed In with her Mountain Men
Three boyfriends.
I was drunk on the idea of it, now. This wasn’t just a cozy little cabin foursome, brought on by forced proximity or plain old loneliness.
No, this was girlfriend sex. Boyfriend sex. The type of sex that cemented relationships, no matter how many fucked up pieces there were to assemble. I was theirs now, in every way; physically, emotionally, spiritually, even. I wanted to love them. Spoil them. I wanted to make them the happiest three men in all the world.
Right now though, I had another boyfriend to bring off.
“C’mere baby,” I said, queasy with lust at the very words. I didn’t need to crook a finger Oakley’s way. He was already shoving Ryder backward, to take his place.
“I want you to… OH!”
Whatever plans I might’ve had were canceled by two incredibly strong hands. Oakley spun me around and flipped me over, face down, shoving my head into the soft down comforter.
“Don’t move,” he growled.
I was wracked with full body shivers as those hands slid to my hips, his fingers flexing as they dug into my supple flesh. He plunged inside me not even a second later, his thick shaft totally filling my warm, wet channel. I was already so wet, his friends having made me so impossibly full. The sounds and scents of our sex were almost obscene, especially when he picked up speed, and began drilling away.
Holy shit…
I looked up, half in a trance. Jaxon and Ryder were side by side, watching comfortably from the other side of the bed. Their eyes eventually settled on my swaying breasts, as Oakley continued plowing me like a farmer during harvest season. It was only the beginning, I knew. Because once each of them had come so fully inside me, therealfun would begin. The night would stretch out into an endless stream of incredible positions, as the boys doubled and tripled up on me, making sure both ends of my body were always busy.
The thought of doing this every night thrilled me, well beyond my overinflated libido. It was what I secretly wanted, more than anything else. Exactly what I signed up for.
Oakley’s fingers screwed into claws as he came, his whole body exploding into me from behind. He came so damned much, too. That familiar heat and wetness hung cloyingly in the air; the scent of sex, and not just any sex, but the most spectacularthree-on-one sex that only the greediest of girlfriends gets to experience, if they’re lucky, during their very charmed lifetime.
Grinding against him I came once more, rolling my ass into that sea of delicious abdominals until my orgasm took me. Yes, it was greedy. But I was a greedy girl, in a greedy situation. After all, if I was giving myself to three men instead of one, I was owed the same amount of… attention.
Oakley stayed inside me for a while, enjoying the molten feel of my very full womb. When he dragged me down with him to the nest of blankets, I went willingly.
“Where am I?” I asked dreamily.
“Earth,” Ryder quipped.
I craned my neck to give him my best sardonic look.
“Not funny?”
“Alright, it’s a little funny.”
He smiled back at me. “Hey, I could’ve said Montana.”
Montana.
Shit, that’s right. How did I get here again? I practically threw a dart at a map.
“You’re our mountain girl now, Daytona,” breathed Oakley. His chest was still heaving with the exertion of fucking me. “You’re getting your snow wings, but that pretty little tan’s gonna fade away.”
“Not necessarily,” I returned. “Besides, wedohave summer here,” I prodded, a bit worried. “Right?”
The guys laughed in unison. They did a lot of things in unison.
“We, huh?” asked Oakley.
I stretched my arms and legs in four opposite directions. At the end of both hands, my fingers encountered warm acres of yummy flesh.
“Yes, we,” I affirmed, happily. “I’m your girlfriend now, aren’t I?”
Jaxon took one of my hands in his. He placed it on something very stiff, and very hard.
