Page 70 of Screwed

He lowered his body onto mine, his hard erection pressing into my thigh as he kissed the back of my neck and scraped his teeth along my shoulder. I giggled, both aroused and amused, as I squirmed against him, enjoying the way our bodies slid together.

The fire continued to crackle in the background as we rolled around on the mattress, making out and touching each other with an almost juvenile type of excitement. I didn’t see where Deacon disappeared to, but Nate was still there, taking off his clothes now. I was about to invite him over when Ethan cupped my chin and kissed me again.

It was the sort of kiss that signaled playtime was over. He moved down to my jaw and neck, his velvet tongue tasting my skin as he made his descent down my body. “I love you,” he murmured against my chest, rolling his hips against mine once and drawing out a shocked gasp. I grabbed onto his back, my nails digging in as my breathing turned ragged. “So much.”

As Ethan continued to move down, now kissing my thighs and massaging his thumbs into the hollows of my hips, Nate leaned down next to me on the mattress and tipped my chin back. He kissed my temple, then my mouth, then let his hand drift down to my chest, squeezing one of my breasts.

“Still tired?” he asked, biting down softly on my bottom lip and tugging it.

“No,” I rasped, lifting my hand and tangling it in his hair. “Not tired at all. Quite the opposite, actually.”

“Oh, there she is,” Nate chuckled, a half-smirk dancing on his mouth before he joined it to mine again. My grip tightened in his hair as Ethan teased me through my panties before sliding them off. I took a breath of anticipation, and Nate leaned down to take a nipple in his mouth just as Ethan buried his face between my thighs.

I cried out, my head whipping to the side as pleasure slammed into me. The two of them worked in tandem to wring out sounds from the depths of my soul that I tried to cover with my mouth. And just as he had done before, Nate reached up to pull my hand away.

“No one can hear us here, sweetheart,” he said, his eyes dark with desire. “Be as loud as you want. We want you to scream for us.”

“Oh, Nate,” I moaned, closing my eyes as Ethan pulled me closer and closer to the edge.

I felt the telltale build-up in my core, the pressure uncoiling until Ethan slid his tongue up to my clit, focusing on lavishing circles across it while two fingers slipped inside me. I arched off the bed, and Nate held me down, growling as he continued to mark my chest and stomach. But his eyes were still fixed on me, still determined to drink in every ounce of my pleasure.

Ethan curled his fingers, focusing on that traitorous spot that he knew would be my undoing. I came with a loud moan of his name, wrapping my legs tightly around his head and unintentionally squeezing him so hard I worried I might’ve actually hurt him.

But when I unclenched my muscles and dropped my legs, Ethan had the biggest, goofiest grin on his face as he sank back on his haunches, licking me off his fingers. I laughed breathlessly, covering my eyes.

“Uh-huh,” Nate tutted in disapproval, pulling back my hand. “We’re not done yet. Deacon’s been wanting to play with your ass for a while now.”

I narrowed my eyes, my spark returning even as my body was still trying to recover. “What the hell? You guys have been planning this, haven’t you?”

Nate grinned and looked up, and I did the same, only to see Deacon standing above us smirking, a small bottle of lube in hand. So that’s where the bastard disappeared to.

I scoffed. “Wow. A mudslide, corporate terrorism, and a destroyed cabin, and yet you found the extra time to procure lube. How industrious of you.”

“Priorities, baby. Priorities,” he said lazily, tossing the bottle from one hand to the other.

Nate slapped the side of my ass. “Come on, beautiful. On all fours.”

I raised an eyebrow. “Who said I even wanted to do anything else? What if I want to stop?”

Nate paused, his eyes glinting. He reached out and swiped his thumb across my lower lip. “Then we stop right here and clean up. You know that’s never been up for discussion.” Heat returned to his gaze, dragging down my naked and bruised body still trembling slightly with the aftershocks of my first orgasm. “But if I know this gorgeous body, it’s greedy. And one climax isn’t going to be enough. But it’s all up to you, Ava. Always.”

I looked at each of them. Deacon had the bottle lowered, waiting patiently for my answer. Ethan smiled at me from where he was still sitting on the mattress. I knew that this would be their answer, but still… seeing them all so willing to cut things short just for my comfort made my heart feel like it was going to burst.

I grinned and rolled over, positioning myself on all fours with my back arched. I gave a little shimmy, purposefully moving my hips in a way that, from the looks on their faces, was as enticing as I intended. “Okay. Who’s first?”

Nate shook his head, the open-mouthed surprise on his face instantly melting to a heady lust that made me throb for more of him. He kissed my cheek, then got out of the way for Deacon to position himself behind me.

He leaned down and trailed kisses down my spine, his hands kneading my ass cheeks. “Ready, baby?”

“Hmm,” I hummed, rocking back against him. He gave my ass a playful slap before squirting out a generous amount of lube on two fingers. I didn’t have too much time to focus on that though, because Nate was laid up under me in a sixty-nine position, his face already lining up with my pussy.

“Nate, what are you—? Oh, shit,” I hissed.

Nate reached up and slid two fingers inside me just as Deacon did the same, and the double penetration dropped my head as a low, sustained groan tore itself from my throat. Their hands were slow, painfully slow, but the blinding euphoria that raked over my body was so intense, I had my hands curled into the sheets.

“You okay?” Nate asked, both he and Deacon freezing their movements and waiting for my go-ahead.

I nodded, panting. “Yeah… God, yeah.”