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Chapter 5
Snow
Liam stirs a single finger inside of me as he gently works my clit, and I think I might die. Or explode. God only knows how I’ll survive when he fucks me with his cock if this is my reaction to one of his fingers—he is going to fuck me with his cock, right?
I twine my hands through his hair, smiling at the now-predictable growl it elicits, and then tug up so he looks at me.
“You can fuck me,” I say softly. “Just so you know.”
“It’s all fucking, angel,” he says and then wedges another thick finger inside me. “But if you’re asking for my cock, I’ll give it to you. When I’m ready.”
Scarlett makes a noise next to me and I look over at her as Liam’s tongue starts stroking me again. Her chestnut-brown hair is mussed and tangled in a halo around her head, and even in the dim light, I can see the post-orgasm flush on her cheeks.
“I want to see him use his cock on you,” she says, with a languorous stretch, and then she’s sitting up so she can better watch him kiss my pussy. “And then I want to use it myself. It’d be such a shame to waste such a big, thick cock, hmm?”
A grunt from between my legs. Liam likes that.
“Such a shame,” I breathe. “I need it—”
The growl Liam gives now is almost frightening, and wherever his body touches mine has gone completely rigid and tense.
“Ohhh,” Scarlett says, able to see more from her vantage point. “You should see how hard his cock’s gotten. It’s pulsing in the air now, all on its own. And it’s so dark and swollen—I bet it hurts. I bet it’s near-painful how good each bead of pre-cum feels when it rolls down the underside…”
Liam growls again, curling his fingers up against some impossibly sensitive part of me, and it feels so good, eyes-rolling-back-into-your-head good, and I can’t take it, can’t take it, and I come with wild, whimpering noises, seizing hard around his fingers and quivering against his tongue. In an instant, he’s on his feet.
“I need a condom,” he says, and his voice is rough with need. “Tell me you have a condom.”
For a real moment, I panic. Scarlett and I had been prepared for a trip alone—penises and the things one needs for penises hadn’t really factored into my packing. But then Scarlett climbs off the bed with one of her mischievous laughs and walks over to the end table.
“This cabin is a bit of a love nest for my parents,” she explains, pulling out what has to be the largest box of condoms I’ve ever seen. “They keep themselves well stocked.”
If Liam is embarrassed to use condoms belonging to the parents of the woman he’s about to fuck, he doesn’t show it. He takes the box without a word, pulling out a packet and checking something printed there before grunting to himself in satisfaction and tearing it open with his teeth. Scarlett holds out her hands; she takes the box from him as well as the wrapper, and watching her hand curl around the wrapper for the condom Liam is going to use to fuck me is strangely arousing. My pussy, still heavy and sensitive from my climax, feels extra hot and slick now, ready for his cock, ready for more.
Liam rolls on the condom with powerful, jerky motions, his need clearly displayed not only in his dusky, throbbing organ but also in the etched lines of his rigid abs and straining thighs. He’s nothing like the last—and only—man I’ve had sex with, who’d been a visual artist from Boston and favored a very sweet style of lovemaking.
Liam is primal. Big and masculine and not sweet at all, and he looks like he wants to devour me whole.
God, I like this so much better. I want to be devoured, and when he stalks back toward the bed, I scurry up the mattress not because I’m afraid but because I want to be chased a little. I want to feel what it’s like to be wanted so badly that you’re pursued.
I suppose that’s another thing I find irresistible about Scarlett. She’s a chaser, too, and right now she’s crawling up the other side of me and pinning my wrists between us as she takes my mouth in a hard, searing kiss. It’s electric—fast and sloppy enough that I know I’ll have her lipstick smeared against my own lips when she’s through—and it leaves no doubt in my mind that she’s as turned on as I am.
When we break apart, I see her breathing quickly, her eyes darting between me and where Liam is currently settling between my legs. “God, I want to see him fuck you,” she breathes. “I’m going to fuck you with a cock someday, too, you know.”
“What, you didn’t bring your cock with you?” I tease, although my voice is too husky with arousal to really sound joking.
Even in the dim light, I see her eyes flare. She leans down to whisper in my ear. “When we get back home, I’m going to teach you to respect my cock. Teach you how to scream for it.”
I know that I must look like the world’s most innocent lamb all trussed up for slaughter; I had no idea that anyone could talk like Scarlett could, no idea what was possible between us, and I know my shock and delight are written all over my face.
“But for now,” Scarlett says, using her thumb to wipe at the lipstick she’s left all over my mouth, “I think we should let poor Liam play before he tears down this cabin with his teeth.”
Liam does look close to some kind of destruction as he stares down at me, but nearly as sexy as his elemental drive to fuck me is the control he’s using to hold himself still. The obvious care and restraint in the shaking hand that touches my knee. The glitter in his eyes as he grates out, “If you want this, then I’m ready.”
I can’t get the words out fast enough. “I want it. Please.”
He doesn’t miss the way I look back at Scarlett as I speak, though, and he keeps himself still at a visible cost, his fingertips slowly denting the flesh of my upper thigh. “You two are something to each other,” he points out in a low voice. “I’m not here to fuck things up.”
Scarlett brushes some hair off my forehead, her voracious expression growing tender. “This won’t fuck anything up for me. But tell me if you feel differently, Snow, and I promise I’ll have only you in my bed for as long as we’re together.”
I don’t want that—not at all. From the moment Camille smugly informed me that Scarlett was poly, I’d been fascinated with the idea. Not solely because I wanted to have sex with her—though I did, desperately—but because it was like hearing about a missing piece of yourself, like finding a key to a door that had been locked so long that you’d forgotten entirely that the door was even there.
Once Camille told me, I knew.
I wanted sex the way Scarlett did. With a surfeit of bodies, with so many hands and mouths and limbs that it was like being in an ocean of sensation, like drowning in it.
“It only feels like more to me,” I murmur to them both. “Not like it can take anything away. Please. Please.”
Liam lets out an exhale like he’s been waiting his entire life to hear me say please, and the bearishness is back full force as he moves over me. A big hand reaches down to make sure I’m still wet and open, and then I feel the blunt heat of his penis at my entrance.
“Hold on to me,” he grunts, and I do as he says, grabbing on to his tremendous shoulders as he wedges the tiniest bit inside.
“Oh!” I gasp and he freezes.
“You’ve had a cock before, right?” he asks.
“Y-yes,” I say, wriggling a little bit against the heavy stretch. “But not one that’s big like you.”
A grunt, easy to read. He likes that.
“You squeeze me when it feels big,” he says. “Got it?”
I clench his shoulders in response, and he nods. And then he pushes with his hips again, his thick flesh slowly breaching mine. Above me, all muscle and beard and longish hair, he’s like some kind of pagan god claiming his due, and next to me, Scarlett is like Aphrodite herself, teasing and toying with my breasts and leaving coy little kisses along my hairline and around the shell of my ear.
She tells me how sexy I look with my pussy parted by somebody else’s flesh, how much she likes seeing me squirm and arch with mindless, shameless want. How much she likes watching my fingers dent the firm flesh of Liam’s shoulders because then it’s like she can see how big he feels inside me.
Her words carry me through the raw bite of Liam’s flesh trespassing into mine, and finally, with a ragged growl that seems to delight Scarlett, he pushes himself to the hilt and collapses over me.
“Fuck,” he mumbles. “Too tight. Don’t wanna come yet.”
I writhe underneath him, trying to adjust to his girth and length.
“Feel him deep?” Scarlett coos from next to us.
“So deep,” I manage, my head tossing. “He’s practically in my belly.”
“No ‘practically’ about it,” Scarlett says, sliding a hand between Liam’s body and mine and then pressing hard below my navel.
I squeak.
She laughs.
Liam buries his face in my neck. “You’re not helping my problem,” groans our bear.
“I have faith you’ll get hard when we need you again,” Scarlett announces, and then I hear the sound of her hand sliding appreciatively down his back and over his ass. Wherever it goes after that sends him growling against my neck. “Go ahead and pump her full of come. I want to see how much you can spend.”
“Witches,” he breathes, his hips giving an involuntary sort of thrust. I feel it all the way into my chest. “Hexing me.”
A gleeful smile from my friend. “Then I hope you’ll get your revenge on us.”
Liam gives up. I feel it the moment he does, the very moment all control leaves his body and he surrenders to his basest drive—to fuck me and come inside me and claim me with sweat and heat as he does.
Except it’s not just me he’s claiming, or maybe it’s not only me being claimed. Scarlett is everywhere as he levers his body up and pumps into me like an animal—she’s kissing him, kissing me, her mouth is hot on my neck and my nipples, her fingers are stroking along Liam’s thrusting thighs and ass like a woman inspecting her prize stud.
But then he has fingers hard and big around her jaw, bringing her in for a kiss that makes me flush with prurient heat to watch, and he growls, “Fuck your pussy with your fingers. Get it ready for me,” and Scarlett listens. She obeys. And I decide the best part of having a full bed is getting to see every facet and face of your lover. There’s no hiding behind routine or assumed roles, there’s no chance to. If I were alone with Liam, would I ever get to see him breathlessly avow being hexed as his ass gets fingered? Alone with Scarlett, would I ever see the merry surrender in her face as she lets someone else take charge?
“Finger Snow, too,” Liam rasps. “Make her come.”
Scarlett wastes no time. It’s the first time I’ve felt her slim little hand on my wet flesh, and the feeling after wanting it all these months is deliriously good. Ecstatically exquisite. She knows just the way to trap my little bud between her fore and middle fingers, and just the way to rub and circle after she does.
“Your pussy feels so sweet,” she whispers in my ear. I can see her fingers pumping wetly in and out of her slit as she rubs my own. “I knew it would. I knew it would feel so good to touch.”
That’s all I need. Scarlett and my bear, her fingers and his substantial organ, her filthy words and his animal grunts. I come again, thrashing against the pillow and moving so much that Liam covers my body with his own again, pinning me to the mattress and forcing me to take his cock even though the pleasure is so unbearable I want to scream.
I do scream.
“Can’t take it,” Liam grunts, the relentless piston of his cock turning frantic and irregular. “Need to come in you.”
And then his entire body goes rigid, and with a ruthless bite to my neck, he comes with a series of jerking throbs. The heat of his semen sears me, even through the latex, and I know there has to be so much of it, that he’s filling the condom so very full of seed right now, and the mere thought of it prolongs my orgasm even more, squeeze after squeeze, as if my body is trying to wring even more from his balls.
He collapses again on me, sweaty and breathless and spent, rolling off far too soon. I think I could lie there forever with him on top of me, his cock still jolting inside me, his breath on my neck and his weight crushing me into the soft bed.
But after he goes to the en-suite bathroom and gets rid of the condom, he comes back out with a still-erect cock, and I know we’re nowhere near the time for rest yet.
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