It was only a word. A single word, a simple word, a word I’d heard a thousand times before.
But the word was never raw or dirty before. It had never held the butterfly-inducing promise of something so deliciously filthy and twisted, but so absolutely fucking amazing at the same time.
“Switch.”
Carter let go of my waist and withdrew from me, leaving my pussy achingly empty and longing to be filled again. Luckily, I didn’t have to wait long. Bodie stepped right in to take his place, sliding his warm hands lovingly over my ass and right into the curve of my hips.
At the same time, Sawyer withdrew from my mouth. I’d been hanging onto the base of his beautiful dick, blowing him as best I could for the last several minutes, with Carter pounding away at me from behind. It hadn’t been easy at first, getting the rhythm down, but I’d adjusted. And I’d made further adjustments each time they rotated, switching off on using my body like their favorite new toy.
Because hey, I’d always been a fast learner.
I sighed as Carter circled around and took Sawyer’s place, swinging the business end of his heavy cock in my direction. Myjaw ached just looking at it, remembering its girth. He bent to kiss me first, though, holding my cheek tenderly in one hand while gently sweeping my hair back with the other.
“You good, Angel?”
I nodded, then gave him my best dick-drunk smile. Shit, I was better than good. I was living out every girl’s wildest, most hardly admitted fantasy. At the moment, I was fanfuckingtastic.
“Alright then.”
He winked and bent his sexy mouth to mine, his talented tongue gliding so hotly against mine it sent me swooning back to kissing heaven. I didn’t have long to relax, though. A moment later I was whimpering into his mouth, as Bodie pushed into me. In a single stroke, he drove the full length of himself all the way home.
MMMMmmmm…
I couldn’t remember how long it had been like this, but I felt like I could go on forever. I’d enjoyed orgasm after orgasm. The warmth of the fire; kissing my naked skin. The boys all had their way with me, multiple times throughout the evening, and they’d each finished inside me at one time or another. But it turned out they recovered quickly, and were ready to go again in minutes. Especially when forced to hang back and watch the others, as they awaited their next turn.
I’d been on my back, my slick thighs spread wide, my hair fanned out beneath me as they took turns pinning my legs back. I’d learned what it was like to give a blowjob upside down. I’d learned how to time it so that I was grinding down into one lover, while another was buried deep in my throat. I’d learned about momentum, too — and how I could use that rapturous bounce to keep all three of us moving in perfect unison.
When they’d wanted to switch in that position, they’d spun me around with strong arms and firm hands. But here, on my hands and knees, they merely switched sides of the bed. I squealed through climax after climax as they used me from both ends, pulling my hair back, smacking me sharply on my warm, naked ass. With each perfect slap, I jumped, or yelped, or sighed. And with every slap, my ass grew redder… and my arousal deepened.
And in the silent recesses of my own mind, I begged them to do it again.
The whole thing was so deliciously dominating, so sensual, so respectful — all at once. It should’ve been awkward; giving myself so completely to three perfect strangers. It should’ve been weird for them as well; stripping down in front of each other, to share me on the floor of their ski house.
The truth was, it was none of those things.
For some strange reason, the comfort level between us was off the charts. It could’ve been the pleasant buzz of the alcohol, or the coziness of the fire, or the relaxation that came with soaking in the hot tub. Whatever it was, I found myself trusting these men implicitly. I was opening my heart and mind to them, every bit as much as I was offering my body. And each time they took me, which was hard and often, it was with the same welcome familiarity of old lovers.
I gasped yet again, this time around Carter’s thickness, my lips hugging him tight; as Bodie’s fingers curled almost painfully into the flesh of my hips. He drilled me hard and fast, slamming into me from behind with a speed and wild abandon that could only end with one thing.
And then he was coming again, exploding inside of me. He delivered another three or four hard, beautiful thrusts, thenheld me pinned tightly against him, my insides twitching as he flooded me from within.
Carter wasn’t far off; I could tell by the desperate way he was clutching me by the head. He rolled his fingers tightly into my hair, then threw his head back and began pulsing away, warmly and thickly, someplace deep in the back of my throat. He cursed and grunted and gave me everything he had left.
Ohmyfuckinggod—
My latest climax hit hard and came out of nowhere, just I struggled to swallow around Carter. It rocked my body like a thunderclap, front to back.
Eventually, my arms and legs finally gave way. I collapsed sideways into the fire-warmed pillows and blankets, legs shaking; a quivering, dripping mess. My lips were swollen, my thoughts scattered. My brain, so flooded with endorphins, could barely make sense of anything other than pure, delirious pleasure.
Only a minute or so later, I felt the not-so-gentle nudge of Sawyer, shoving my thighs wide.
Somewhere, somehow, I found just enough strength to open my arms and pull him in.
~ 15 ~
HAYDEN
“Oh my God, Hayden! What the hell?”
