The door clicked shut.
“Can I?”
It was Monty’s voice. A warm palm skimmed my shoulder blade.
He was asking permission to touch me.
Shit, I was shaking so hard I was vibrating. Was it really that cold in here?
“Yeah.”
But then planes of hairy skin pressed to my back, and I exhaled with relief. I fell into the warmth, closing my eyes. Monty’s palms stroked along my waist and over my belly.
Could I just not do anything? Not decide anything?
“What do you want, Laurel?” Jordy’s breath brushed my temple.
A second pair of hands rubbed my pecs and shoulders, down my arms, and back up.
“Warm me up?”
What a silly request. Out of all the things I could have asked for…
“You have goosebumps,” Monty whispered.
He was like a furnace behind me, and the contrast between his chest and the air around was mind-blowing. I wanted skin onskin. Everywhere. Impatient, I unbuttoned my pants and tried to wriggle out of them.
Jordy tugged them off, leaving me only in my socks. He rose, nuzzling my belly, his stubble scraping my sensitive skin.
The scent of cocoa mingled with the whiskey and smoke coming from Jordy. Fabric rustled, then Jordy hugged me to him, and I rose on tiptoes, chasing the warmth. I didn’t want to lose the connection with Monty behind me, so I found his belt loop, tugging him with me as I wrapped one arm around Jordy’s neck.
He gripped my thighs and lifted me, only to sit on the edge of the bed with me in his lap.
As I tugged on his jeans, Monty stumbled behind me, laughing.
“I’m not going anywhere.”
His beard brushed my neck. Open-mouthed kisses rained down my spine to the top of my ass. Jordy palmed my ass cheeks, spreading my crease, and I buried my face in the crook of his neck and shoulder. I gorged myself on the rich scent coming off his skin.
Monty kissed my pucker. Just a tender peck, and I yelped.
“How about I make you come, and we cuddle?” he whispered.
Cuddle?
Jordy hummed, massaging my ass, and I melted against him. I felt so tiny in his arms.
“Uh-huh.”
Yeah, we could cuddle, all three of us.
The first lick made me groan. Everything tingled, my rim, my empty insides, my taint and balls, and the tip of my cock, pressed against Jordy’s stomach.
Then Monty pushed his tongue inside me, his lips kissed my rim, his beard grazed my spread crease, and I went to heaven.
Moaning like a slut in heat, I rocked in Jordy’s arms while Monty ate me out so deep I felt tendrils of pleasure in my womb. He made a growly noise, and I exploded after barely a minute.
Crying out, I arched against Jordy, while Monty slurped up the slick pouring out of my spasming hole. Except the orgasm brought me no relief. It was lovely but short, and it fizzled out too fast, leaving me emptier and needier than before.
