Page 39 of Curvy Cabin Fever
“Not yet,” he drawls, dipping his tongue against the damp fabric again, this time with more force. “I wanna take my time with you.”
I shudder, the words alone enough to make me clench around nothing.
Morgan shifts beside me, his breathing heavier now, his fingers flexing against his thighs. He hasn’t even joined in yet, but the way his eyes are locked on Damien between my legs, then he bites his lip like he’s holding himself back, makes me even wetter.
Damien smirks. His fingers hook into the sides of my panties, dragging them down slowly, deliberately, making me feel every inch of fabric peeling away from my slick skin.
“Eyes on me,” he murmurs, his voice a low command.
I obey, barely able to breathe as he parts my thighs wider, his hands strong, possessive. His gaze flicks up to mine, and for a moment, there’s no teasing, no smug amusement—just raw hunger.
Damien chuckles, his lips glistening as he pulls back just enough to watch my reaction. Then, with a flick of his wrist, he tosses my soaked panties to Morgan.
Morgan catches them effortlessly, his eyes locked on mine as he brings the delicate fabric to his face. He inhales deeply, his lids growing heavy, and a guttural groan rumbles through his chest. His thick cock strains against his pants, the outline so blatant I can see the way he twitches beneath the fabric.
“Fuck,” he mutters, his voice gravelly, like he’s barely keeping himself together. His fingers tighten around my panties, his control visibly fraying. “You smell so damn sweet, baby.”
Heat floods my core, my entire body thrumming at the sheer filth of it.
Damien smirks against my inner thigh, his teeth scraping along the sensitive flesh before he glances up at Morgan. “You wanna taste her?”
Morgan’s nostrils flare, his jaw tightening, but he stays where he is, fisting his dick through his pants like he’s waiting for permission.
Damien tuts, amusement dancing in his eyes as he grips my thighs, spreading me wide. “That’s too bad,” he says, his gaze snapping back to me, dark and hungry. “Because she’s mine first.”
Then, without another word, he buries his face between my legs, and I forget how to breathe.
Damien’s mouth latches onto me, his tongue dragging slow, deliberate strokes over my clit before flicking it with just the right amount of pressure. A sharp gasp escapes me, my fingers flying to his hair, tangling in the thick strands as my back arches off the bed.
This man is fucking insanely good at this. Where did he learn these skills? Do I want to know? Do I really care?
Morgan groans beside me, his grip tightening around my ruined panties as he palms himself through his jeans. His breathing is ragged, his chest rising and falling heavily as he watches Damien feast on me like a man starved.
“Jesusfuck,” Morgan mutters, his voice thick with lust. He reaches out, trailing a single finger up the center of my stomach, making me shiver. “You look so fucking good like this, baby.”
Damien hums in agreement, the vibrations sending a jolt of pleasure through me. He presses two fingers against my entrance, teasing, circling, before slowly sinking them inside, stretching me as his tongue continues its relentless assault on my clit.
My eyes roll as I cry out, my hips bucking, but his hands tighten around my thighs, holding me down.
“Stay still,” he murmurs against me, his breath hot, his tone demanding. “Let me take my time with you.”
Morgan shifts closer, his body heat radiating against my side. His hand skims over my ribs before palming one of my breasts. His thumb flicks over my nipple, sending another pulse of heat through my body.
“Fuck, Damien,” Morgan groans, his other hand still gripping my panties like they’re the only thing keeping him tethered. “You’re killing me here.”
Damien smirks against me again before sucking my clit into his mouth, his fingers curling inside me at the same time. Stars explode behind my eyes, my entire body tensing as pleasure loosens deep in my belly.
“You close, sweetheart?” Damien rasps, his voice rough, wicked. “You gonna come all over my tongue?”
I whimper, nodding frantically, my thighs trembling in his grip.
Morgan leans in, brushing his lips against my ear, his voice a deep, gravelly whisper. “Let go for us, baby. Let us see how fucking beautiful you are when you come.”
The combination of Damien’s skilled mouth, Morgan’s teasing touch, and their filthy words pushes me over the edge. My orgasm slams into me, white-hot and truly earth shattering, ripping a desperate moan from my throat as my body locks up, pleasure crashing over me in tidal waves.
Damien groans against me, licking me throughout, dragging out every bit of pleasure until I’m left a panting, trembling wreck.
Morgan watches me intently, his pupils blown, his lips parted slightly. His fingers stroke my cheek, his touch gentle despite the raw hunger in his gaze.
