Page 41 of Wrapped in Winter


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I nod, my voice lost somewhere inside my heaving chest.

“Say it. Say you want it.”

“I want it.”

“Louder.”

“Iwant it.”

“Beg for it, Winter.”

“I WANT IT! Please! I’m so horny. Just give it to me!”

Movement to my right has my eyes flashing towards Luca. He drops to his knees in front of me. For all of a second, our eyes connect before his head moves forward, his hot tongue licking through my seam, gathering my arousal in his mouth before swallowing.

“Mmm,” he husks, lapping at my center over and over and over. I’m so desperate for his mouth, and he feels divine.

“I think Balzer’s apologizing for putting you in a difficult position,” Reuben drawls.

Luca’s eyes flick to mine, never wavering from his task.

“Doesn’t he look good with his head between your thighs,” Reuben continues. “Tell him he’s a good boy. I think he deserves that for tending to your kitty so well.”

My heart beats a tortuous pattern as I register the briefest of smiles against my desperate, wanton flesh.

I glide my fingers through raven-dark hair. “There’s a good boy,” I softly tell Luca, Reuben’s chest quaking behind me. “Don’t stop.”

Quickly, Luca bites my inner thigh, making me jump before he returns to rubbing my clit with the flat of his tongue. Days-old stubble rasps against my skin, on that spot he just bit. It’s a beautiful contrast between the soft and rough, the pain and pleasure fueling my lust.

I can’t take my eyes away from his. They’re so dark and focused on me. On my puss. “Like that. Good boy,” I murmur, his touch becoming more and more intense, his tongue pushing deep into my hole. “Ahhh,” I cry softly, watching how attentive and skilled he is. His head is constantly moving, his hot, wet tongue flickering over me, through me, or inside me. “Such a good kitty kisser,” I praise as I near the peak.

Reuben’s fingers glide along the backs of my thighs, teasing me, wringing me into a tight knot. And when he brushes his thumbs over my nipples again, I arch into his touch, seeking more of the blistering fire that’s setting me alight.

With his hands wrapped around my thighs, Luca continues to gorge. He laps at my clit, groaning as he steadily works me up that rollercoaster track. All the while Reuben’s breath is hot against my neck as he watches my every expression, my every tremble and sigh. The quiet cabin fills with them and the slick, wet sounds of Luca’s mouth.

And then there’s Reuben’s low, seductive commentary. “Does that feel good?” he asks. “Look at Luca worshipping your cunt. Fuck, he looks good working you over, doesn’t he?”

I want to nod in agreement, but Reuben grips my chin, moving it towards him, his mouth securing mine. “Do you like him down there, lapping at your wet slit?”

“Y-yes,” I manage.

A contented smile. “Good girl. Just tell us what you need. You’re doing so well.”

Reuben licks against my mouth, tasting me, and all I know is that he and Luca seem to operate in tandem, both of them stroking against my mouth and my pussy until I’m wriggling, squirming, screaming.

As I lose myself to every sensation, my eyes close. I’ve been in a state of heightened sensation for so long now that my orgasm gushes out of me, Luca sucking on my clit as everything tightens and spasms.

When I open my eyes, Brecken’s face is burrowed in my panties, inhaling. But his eyes are on Luca who’s jammed two fingers inside me, fucking me. Rhythmically, I climb that steep rollercoaster track again, Reuben no longer teasing my nipples but mouthing and biting at them as I slump to the side. I’m boneless. Debilitating overstimulation has me whimpering, draped across his lap as they both attend to me, any regret or shame long gone.

My drop hits me hard. Luca’s mouth and fingers are too assured, Reuben’s gorging lips too capable.

“Fuck,” Reuben whispers as I catch my breath. “You’re so responsive. Look at how wrecked you are already.”

“She needs to build her stamina,” Luca murmurs darkly. “We’re nowhere near finished.”

Carefully, Reuben gets me back on my shaky legs. Large, warm palms steer me until I’m facing him again, still sitting on the couch. But now I can see the head of his cock peeking over the waistband of his sweats. I’ve felt it, digging into my lower back and ass for the past however long, and it’s just as impressive as it felt.

“They’ll have to wait their turn for more of you,” Reuben explains. “But you like it like that, don’t you?” he murmurs as if it’s just him and me in the room. “You like guys taking turns.”

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