Page 62 of Single Mom's Mountain Men
Still, I have to maintain some decorum. I have to think with my head and not with my quivering pussy.
“Wes, this is a very twisted thing you're proposing,” I tell him, trying to keep the desire out of my voice. “You can't just come up with it and then drag me and Charlie to–"
“I’m not dragging poor Charlie into anything. It might surprise you to know that he's the one who proposed it in the first place.”
Now that shocks me. My eyes widen as Wes shifts so I can gawp at Charlie. “You did?’
Charlie finally peels off the chair, walking to us. When he gets to me, he takes Wes's place, leaning over me, taller by a head.
His eyes are dark and his voice rumbles low. “You’re wet, aren’t you?”
I gasp. “How do you..”
"I can smell it." His voice is like an earthquake thrumming through the air, into my body. "I want to taste you again, darling. Ineedto taste you." He drops his head to my shoulders, inhaling me and I feel myself shiver. "I don’t mind at all if you want him too. I'll give you anything you want, baby. I’m more than happy to share you with Wes, just as long as I can have my share of you too."
The words dry up in my throat. Any protest disappears as Charlie starts to drop gentle kisses onto my neck.
"Charlie..." The words seize as his hands wrap aroundmy waist, pulling me off the wall. As he walks us backward, Wes moves behind me cupping my breasts. He squeezes them gently and I jump as his lips drop to the opposite side of my neck, gently nipping it. His searching fingers manage to find my nipples through my dress, and he circles them slowly, teasing them to an even more rigid protrusion.
Desire whips through me, so strongly that my knees shake. As Charlie licks my neck, I lean back against Wes.
“That’s right, darling,” Wes whispers into my ears, tracing my earlobe. “Just give yourself to it.”
No. I should stop this. I try to pull away, but I’m completely weak against their combined attack. Even one of them is devastating enough. With two? There’s no possibility of fighting.
Any thoughts of resisting fall to the wayside as Wes slowly smooths my dress up to my waist. He pulls it away to drag it cleanly over my body, before returning his hands to my breasts.
As he touches me under my bra, another larger hand easily slips into my panties and my entire body tenses in desire.
"Let me," Charlie groans. "Please, baby. Let me touch you."
I huff out breaths, caution screaming in my ear. But I ignore it. My legs open imperceptibly, but that's enough of an invitation for him. His hands slide over my skin all the way in and his finger glides right over my clit.
I jerk sharply, gasping.
"You like that, don't you?" Wes whispers, his hands plucking at my bare nipples, pinching tightly. I jerk again, flooding Charlie's hand.
"You're so wet, baby," Charlie whispers, his fingerpushing between my folds. He starts kissing down my body, taking time to suck at a nipple that Wes frees for him.
My head falls back against Wes' shoulder, my knees shaking as Charlie slowly strums my clit, skating over my seam as he sucks my engorged nub. With his free hand, Wes grabs the back of my neck and turns to fuse our lips in a searing kiss that melts me like ice in a desert.
Next thing I know, something wet roughly moves on my clit.
My legs give away and a strangled sound flies out of me. Wes holds me tight to keep me from falling, his hand on my stomach. My eyes open, zeroing in on Charlie on his knees before me. He's giving my clit slow, worshipful licks, his eyes shut in quiet intensity as he works.
All the while, he teases me, pushing his finger into me slowly.
All of a sudden, I can't take it anymore.
"Fuck me." The words tear out of me, desperation making me sob. "Please. Fuck me."
"Charlie..." Wes' voice is strangled too, his dick hard and jumping in my back.
Charlie straightens and steps back, his calves hitting the bed. He roughly pulls down his pants and sits, and I'm scrambling for him into his lap.
My body shakes in desire as he aligns his rod to my entrance. I try to impale myself instantly, but he stops me, shaking his head tightly and gritting out, "Wait. Just... wait."
Meanwhile, Wes isn't waiting. He already has his cock in his hands and is jacking off with his eyes on me, tracing from my exposed nipples to the river-wet place between my legs.
