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MMMmmmMMMmmm…
I hooked him with my ankles to keep him deep, just as I had with Jay. Over and over he surged into me, spending himself with a series of long, low moans that were music to my ears. And all throughout, I continued screwing and clawing and talking dirty to him. Because Tyler, I’d learned quickly,reallygot off on the whole idea of sharing me with his friends.
Not that I didn’t enjoy it just as much, mind you.
Holy fuck, Jenna…
We held each other for another minute, just staring into each other’s eyes. By the time he finally rolled off of me, I was a complete and utter mess.
Look at yourself!
Tyler got up and headed into the steam, calling for Jay to finish up his shower already. At the same time, Luca entered the room, pulling his shirt off. His eyes crawled over my nakedness for a few sultry seconds, before becoming glued to the slick valley of swollen wetness between my legs.
As he lifted his gaze to meet mine, I couldn’t help but laugh.
“Next!”
Thirty-Nine
JENNA
Defying the local forecasts, the snow didn’t want to stop. It just kept falling and falling, blanketing the world. Covering up our little cabin as if it never existed, which left us trapped within its four cozy walls.
I’d never been more happy to be stuck in all my life.
We spent the night eating the food we’d brought, and drinking up all the wine. Pleasantly buzzed, we lounged around the living room watching old movies on the archaic VHS player that somehow still worked, from a library of VHS tapes that lay stacked on a worn wooden bookshelf for God only knew how many decades.
We rock-paper-scissored to see who got first choice, and of course the boys won. Jay pickedThe Lost Boys, which he’d never seen but always heard was good. Tyler pickedThe Breakfast Club.My turn came next, and I introduced them toThe Princess Bride, which in my opinion was the best movie out of all of them.
Three movies in a row might’ve seemed excessive, but there were distractions of course. The microwave popcorn we’d brought seemed useless without a microwave, but somehow we smeared the congealed contents of the package into an old pot and made it on the stove. We took another break to make nachos, a half hour to bake cookies, and the guys took another full hour to force open the front door and dig a thirty-foot path to the stack of firewood that kept us from freezing to death inside.
Finally there was a fifteen-minute intermission during which we started giggling and just couldn’t stop, and never could pinpoint why we’d started laughing in the first place. It didn’t matter though, because the laughter was pure and cathartic. It cleared our minds entirely, allowing us to forget anything and everything outside the realm of our little snowed-in world. At least for a little while.
And of course, it should go without saying, there werelotsof impromptu breaks for sex.
The one thing I hadn’t realized about having three boyfriends was just how much I’d be occupied with pleasing them (and of course, them pleasing me!) I had three times the sultry looks, three times the bedroom eyes and triple the levels of general arousal. By simple math I had three seemingly insatiable libidos to satisfy with my one willing body, which was usually stretched to the limits beneath justonehulking boyfriend at a time, much less two or three. Still, it was a challenge I was willing to accept. A task I couldn’t ever complain about.
And then there was my own libido, which oddly enough seemed to grow as time went on. The more sex I had, the more I wanted, needed, and craved. The more things we did together, the more I wanted to exploreotherthings and fulfill lifelong fantasies. I had a bucket list of fun, sexy, and yeah, sometimes even filthy dirty things I wanted to do — and also wanted done to me — and the comfort level I’d achieved with all three of these best friends meant that I wasn’t shy about asking for them. And hey, I was in no rush, either. No big hurry to explore these new sexual highways, because I wanted to savor each and every lovingly depraved act as if it were the first or last time we’d ever do it.
And so I spent most of the first movie in the back bedroom, grinding and slow-kissing and spreading my legs for the three most incredible men in the world. Tyler took me first, tossing me around so thoroughly and completely that I came back with the worst case of sex-hair I’d had since college. I returned to the living room where Jay pulled me into his corner of the couch, kissing and touching me until I literally left a puddle in his lap. By the time he led me by the hand into the bedroom, I would’ve done anything he asked. I wasthatfar gone. So totally drunk with lust that every last restraint or pretense had been stripped away, leaving me begging for release on my hands on knees, screwing my ass backward and into him as he plowed me mercilessly from behind.
It was sometime during the second movie that Luca claimed me, and he did it right there in front of the others. I made tons of sexy eye contact with Tyler and Jay, letting them watch the expressions on my face as I was put through the paces. I enjoyed performing for them every bit as much as I enjoyed what Luca was doing to my body, and when he finally pulled out and erupted all over my smiling face I made a show of devouring every last drop he gave me before blowing the others a wet, sticky kiss.
There was something about being trapped in a cabin with three guys thatreallylowered a girl’s inhibitions. I wanted to bedirtyfor them. Get filthy with them. I wanted them to take me over and over, tossing me roughly around every room, slapping my ass all over the bed. Fucking me on the table, or the counter, or bent over the couch — basically plundering and conquering me in every possible way, as I opened my thighs, my mouth, and my heart to them.
And throughout our wicked, wild night in the middle of nowhere… the guys were only happy to oblige.
The snow piled up, covering the windows, sealing us in, but the pot-bellied stove roared with a heat and warmth that soothed our naked bodies. I came so many times I lost count. Fell asleep exhaustedly in one man’s arms, only to be gently extracted and laid out again so another could have me.
But no one man had me, really.
Theyalldid.
Forty
JENNA
Eventually sleep took us, and for once I slept the deep, dreamless sleep of the dead. The kind of sleep babies don’t even get, because my sleep-sac consisted of strong hands, handsome faces, and warm, masculine rumps to spoon into as I sighed myself into blissful oblivion.
