Page 90 of Snowed In with Benefits

I wrap my hand around his cock, looking deep into his eyes. He breathes a groan as I start to move, slowly, up and down the length of his shaft, spreading the little drops of precum over him from tip to base. Just when his breath hitches, I release him.

“Hunter, come here.”

He comes to me, his eyes alight with anticipation. I unbutton his shirt, one little button after the other, all the way down past his waist. I brush my fingers over the hardness in his jeans and watch his eyes darken.

“Take off your clothes,” I whisper.

He’s out of his clothes in a flash, almost falling over in his hurry to get out of his pants. I love how eager he is for me, as eager as he is for my cooking. When he’s naked I kiss him, pressing the full length of my naked body against his, pressing his cock between our bellies. I roll a little, back and forth, playing with it. He moans softly into my mouth.

I leave him, turning around to face Emmett. He’s hard as ever, his eyes locked on me. He was watching me tease the other two and liking it. Knowing that gives me another rush of pleasurable power and I go to him. He’s massive stretched out on the floor like this. His shoulders, his legs, his thick torso, and his cock, all unimaginable size, all completely helpless. The combination does something to me, triggers a gush of warmth between my legs and a rush of power and wonder through my chest.

This man could snap those belts if he wanted to. He could pick me up with one arm and put me wherever he pleased. I’ve seen him split logs like they were made of paper. I’ve watched him carry an entire dresser from one side of his workshop to the other without breaking a sweat. And he’s lying here, wrists bound, because I told him to. Not because he can’t move. Because he chose not to. Because I asked, and that was enough. The trust in that choice hits me somewhere deep and warm, somewhere that has nothing to do with sex and everything to do with the way he looked at me in the workshop when I bandaged his hand—like I was the first person who’d ever bothered to be gentle with him.

Wet and ready, I stand with my feet on either side of him, my legs spread wide. His gaze lingers on the spot between my legs, then travels up my body to my eyes. I’ve never had anybody look at me with so much longing.

I lower myself onto him, slowly. His arms flinch. I’ve slept with him enough to know what he wants to do. He wants to grab my hips and shove me down onto him, to bury himself inside me. I don’t do that. I lower myself slowly, inch by inch, adjusting to his size at a pace that I know is driving him absolutely crazy.

I’m full and there’s more of him. I start riding him, adjusting the angle, finding the right spot to let him in even deeper. He groans when I find it, when I sink down onto him with my full weight, when he’s so deep that I can feel his balls tightening against my ass.

“Fuck,” he breathes. His arms are flexing with urgency now as I ride him slowly, rolling my hips, playing with him inside me. I find a good rhythm and flow into it, loving the feeling of him helpless under me, hard inside me.

“You’re going to make me lose it,” he growls.

“Oh, yeah?” I breathe. I roll my hips harder, loving the control, loving that I’m making him lose his.

While I’m riding, the others are moving. Beau is kneeling down behind me and his hands settle on my hips. I guess Simon Says is over for now, but I’m okay with that. This feels like the first time, when Beau helped me ride Emmett because I was too spent to do it myself, and the memory turns me on. His fingers slide down, trailing between my cheeks, brushing against my asshole. I tense up.

He pauses. “Is this okay?”

“Keep going,” I tell him breathlessly.

He groans and starts working me open with his fingers. It feels amazing. He’s slow and careful, moving with me as I move on Emmett, letting me adjust to the feeling. It’s so much sensation that sounds are tearing from my throat that I’ve never heard before and can’t control. Fuck, it feels so good.

“Fuck me,” I say out loud. Beau keeps working me with his fingers. Emmett bucks under me. “Beau,” I demand. “Fuck me.”

Hunter gasps. Beau freezes. Emmett groans, pulsing inside me.

“As you wish, duchess.”

He disappears for a moment, and I whimper at the loss of his touch. But then he’s back, drizzling something cool and slick along the seam of my ass before working me open with his fingers some more, the movement slicked by the lube. When I feel him line up behind me, I slow my ride, giving him time. He works his way into my ass slowly, and I gasp at the fullness of both of them inside me. Beau holds still for a second, giving me time to adjust. Emmett slowly thrusts up from below me. Beau responds, matching his rhythm from behind. I cry out, barely holding on while they fuck me together.

Hunter. I need Hunter. I reach for him and he sidles close, his cock dripping with precum, his face flushed.

“I want your cock too.”

He grins, breathing heavy. “Whatever you want, Goldilocks.”

I pull him close and take his cock into my mouth. We move together, all four of us, sucking and fucking and driving each other crazy. Beau and Emmett are still fucking me slowly and carefully, and I need more. I release Hunter with a gentle pop and look over my shoulder at Beau.

“Is that the best you can do?”

He looks at me, surprised, and I give him a wicked grin. Then I turn to Emmett. “Fuck me harder.”

They take that as a challenge. They fuck me hard, making me scream around Hunter’s cock as they plunge into me over and over again. I blink my watery eyes and notice some movement outside the window. I gasp.

“Fuck is that?” Beau asks, freezing in half-thrust.

I pull Hunter fully out of my mouth and look around him. It’s Preston. He’s standing in the snow, in the dark, staring through the window. His eyes are wild and he’s watching everything. Beau runs a gentle hand over my ass.