But this time, I felt Gideon’s and Callum’s cocks do the same over our still-open maul bite channel.
This is fucking torture. I should close it.But this was the closest I’d ever come to kissing her, touching her, without an advance plan playing out in my head.
“How do you taste even better than I imagined when you walked into our lodge?” Gideon asked, his words muffled. I could feel his reluctance to lift his mouth from hers even to speak.
He pushed her glasses to the top of her head so he wouldn’t risk breaking them with the voracious force of his kiss. And soon, just kissing her wasn’t enough.
“Need you.” His voice took on an urgent edge between kisses. “Need you, baby…”
He wasn’t exaggerating. I felt everything he did over the channel. The memory of that Iron Claw touching her had his possessive bear in a frenzy. Kissing her wasn’t enough. He needed back inside her.
“Aw, honeybee, he’s hurting bad for you,” Callum said from the other side.
“Can I get you ready for him? Use my fingers?”
The maul bite showed me the full weight of that request.
How appalled they’d been to hear I only used my fingers on her. And how they’d vowed to treat her better than her ex by only using their mouths on her kiss-starved body.
A nauseous mix of self-loathing and regret burned down my neck.
Still, I couldn’t bring myself to turn off the faucet of everything they were feeling as they touched her.
They’d pretty much ruined her panties the night before, so there was no barrier to entry.
Gideon could feel the heat radiating from her pussy as she made a soft, plaintive sound of agreement in response to Cal’s request.
And even though I kept my eyes glued to the road, I could see—and worse,feel—everything.
Cal’s hand working in her warm pussy as Gideon devoured her lips and palmed her breast over the distressed Bear Mountain Bar & Grill tee. The increasing wetness allowed Cal to work in one finger… then two… then—Mother of Ursa.Three. Shoving deep into her cunt while he expertly thumbed her clit.
The clench of her greedy pussy made Cal want to explode.
Luckily, he and Gideon were both left-handed. He crossed his right hand under the arm working her pussy and pulled his cock out of his sweatpants, stroking it as he watched her kiss Gideon—who’d also taken his cock out. It strained and dripped from the tip, glossy with pre-cum.
But Gideon didn’t dare stroke it. He needed her so badly, he knew he’d blow if he did anything more than hold it while it leaked all over his hand.
“You gonna take my brother’s monster with this soaked pussy, honeybee?” Cal whispered roughly. “Give him another chance to put a baby in you?”
That question triggered another burst of her honey scent. My head spun. It felt like I was being hotboxed by lust as the wet sounds of Cal’s fingers working her pussy and her increasingly ragged breaths filled the truck.
“Need you to come, get nice and slippery, so he doesn’t hurt you. Come for us, honeybee,” Cal coaxed. “C’mon… c’mon…”
That was all it took. She clamped down on his fingers and came, creaming all over his hand.
“Think she’s ready for you, Gid.” Cal reluctantly pulled his fingers from her pussy with a lewd pop, then sucked her essence off as he watched his near-feral brother unbuckle her and drag her into his lap.
But as desperate as Gideon was to be inside her, he still managed restraint. Once she was in place, he pressed her down slowly onto his weeping tip.
Through the maul bite, I felt her wet pussy sheath him—inch by slow inch—straining and stretching wide to take him without lube.
Fuck… fuck…The shared sensations somehow felttoogood andnotenough.
I had to take one hand off the wheel to palm my straining erection through my suit pants.
Then she made a pained sound—and my chest squeezed.
Did Gideon know to keep working her clit as he took her?That praise, coupled with light degradation, never failed to increase her arousal.
