Page 111 of Snowed In with Benefits

“You,” she gasps, her voice hoarse. “All of you.”

She’s getting closer. I can feel her dripping down my chin as I plunge my tongue into her, only to pull out and circle her clit with the flat of my tongue. Hunter’s hands are on her breasts. Beau’s mouth is on her neck, and he’s nipping her earlobe. Her thighs are shaking on my shoulders, her breath ragged, her whole body tensing.

Hunter kisses her hard and she comes against my mouth, gushing, hips bucking. Hunter smothers and swallows her cries of ecstasy with his mouth. She’s shaking, and I’m so turned that it feels like my blood is on fire. I’m so close to losing it my whole body is wound tight.

I can’t wait. Surging to my feet, I shove my pants down as she wraps her legs around my waist. I tug her from Hunter’s grasp and drive into her, pressing her back against a shelf, buried to the hilt as I fill her in a single stroke.

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JOSIE

The shelves dig into my back as Emmett plunges into me. My legs are wrapped around his waist and I gasp as my body hurries to adjust to his massive size inside me. I forgot just how big he actually is. It’s a stretch, especially since he’s not bothering to go slow, but it feels so fucking good I can’t think straight.

“More,” I beg. “Harder. Deeper. I need all of you.”

He gives it to me. His bruising grip digs into my hips.

“Good girl,” Hunter says, watching as Emmett destroys me. “Take that big dick, baby.” His words travel over my body like honey, making me pulse around Emmett’s giant cock.

“You look so fucking hot right now,” Beau groans. “You like it rough, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I pant. Then, “yes!” again, because Emmett just hit a spot inside me that makes my whole body go rigid and shake with pleasure.

Emmett groans, breathing hard. I can see the determination in his eyes falter as he locks into a desperate rhythm. His eyes flutter closed and he locks around me, his fingers digging into my flesh. He pulses inside me once, then again and again as his breath goes ragged. He’s pushing out against my walls, stretching me even farther. He’s coming. Pleasure ripples through me, pleasure and pride. I made that happen. It’s hot as fuck to watch him lose his mind between my legs. It’s hotter still to feel his cum fill me up until it spills over. The heat of it spreads through me, each pulse pushing deeper, and my body grips him like it’s trying to keep every drop. Instead of satisfying me it makes me hungrier, greedier, like one of them finishing inside me only makes room for the next.

He groans against my neck. “Fuckin’ came too fast,” he mutters under his breath.

I laugh lightly at his frustration, running my hands over his hair. “There’ll be more chances,” I assure him.

He grins at me and there’s something almost boyish about it. Here’s this huge, intense man looking relieved and happy just because I told him that this isn’t the last time. He pulls out of me with a sigh and I feel his cum start to leak from me.

Beau is right there, his fingers teasing between my legs. “So fucking wet,” he murmurs. “Can’t tell what’s you and what’s Emmett.”

His fingers slide through the mess of us and I shudder. I’m swollen, every nerve ending lit up and oversensitive, and his touch on all that rawness is almost too much. Almost. His fingers push inside me and I feel the slick heat of Emmett’s cum shift around them, feel myself clench and pulse against the intrusion. It’s filthy and intimate and it makes me want more, not less. I’m raw from my orgasm, from Emmett’s orgasm, and now Beau is playing with all of it, his fingers slow and deliberate, promising a reunion with his cock.

Beau lifts me up, pressing me back against the same shelves Emmett just had me against. I wrap my legs around him and he starts to push inside, groaning. I tip my head back. He pushes in farther.

The shelf gives out on one side. Canisters and boxes crash to the floor, making a huge clatter.

We freeze, all of us falling utterly silent. I listen hard to the dim sounds of the party, holding my breath. I’m standing here naked and dripping with one man’s cum, about to fuck another, all while a third stands by for his turn. The thrill of it shoots through me like electricity, the danger, the obscenity, the sheer insanity of what we’re doing in my mother’s pantry while she pours champagne twenty feet away. What if somebody heard that? What if they come to investigate? What on earth would they say if they found me like this, naked and fucked? We wait for one beat, then two. Nobody comes. The sounds of the party stay two-doors dim.

Grinning, feeling high on life, I look at the others. They’re grinning back at me, clearly feeling the same way. Hunter shifts around behind me.

“Brace against me instead,” he says.

“Thanks,” Beau says.

“Anything for my big brother,” Hunter says wryly.

“That minute is doing a lot of heavy lifting today,” Beau says through a chuckle.

Listening to them banter makes me smile even though my pulse is racing, even though we just broke something in my parents’ house with our sex. Emmett’s cum is still dripping down my inner thigh and these two are cracking jokes like we’re at a barbecue. My pussy is swollen and slick and aching for more and they’re ribbing each other about who’s older. It’s obscene. It’s warm. It’s everything I’ve been missing.

Beau slides inside me again and starts to fuck me, deep and intense. His grip tightens. His rhythm gets ragged, like he’s fighting himself to hold on a little longer. I can feel his control start to slip almost immediately, the week of missing me and needing me poured into every thrust. His forehead drops against mine, his breath with my breath, and I can feel how much he needs this. How much he needs me. I can feel Hunter’s heartbeat pick up behind me. Here, surrounded by rice and beans and spices and my men, my pleasure builds up again faster than I could ever have expected.

Hunter’s hand slips between my cheeks and his fingers tease my asshole.

“You remember getting fucked here?” he murmurs.