Chapter 23Goldie

Chapter 23

Goldie

"Y ou're really certain this is what you want?" Hunter asks, for probably the fifth time. His restraint is amazing, and the way he, like Brooks, stops to make sure I'm sure is even better. But I'm too horny to stop and think about anything but the desire that's coursing through my blood, making me tremble.

I nod vigorously, and a laugh grumbles out of him. His grin is back, but this time it has a dangerously sexy edge to it and he pulls me tight against him.

"Come here, Goldie," he says in a voice that commands, as he tips his mouth toward mine for a kiss, making me ache for him even more.

We kiss and kiss and kiss as he moves us to the spot they've chosen. The only time my lips leave Hunter's are when they're pressed to his chest, my tongue to his nipple, and when I stretch up, I can even reach the soft, sexy part of his throat just above the collar of his shirt.

"I'm gonna put you down, okay?" he says, and I finally look around.

The clearing is small but so…open. What if another bobcat comes along and we all get attacked? I know they're not the largest of wild cats, even though my childhood memory has the bobcat being as huge as a lion, but we're out in the open. Was I really going to camp here alone? In that flimsy tent? At night? Anything could come along and—

All thoughts leave my head as Hunter sets me in Brooks's arms so he can drop the sleeping bag to the ground and spread it out before he strips off his clothes.

Naked Hunter is just as good as I remember. Better, even. His cock has sprung to life, nearly as big as my arm as it points toward me.

My mouth waters. Actually waters. I've never put a cock on my mouth and yet, I can feel the saliva building up. I swallow, watching his cock bob up and down as he spreads out the sleeping bag. I want to taste it.

"God, you're an angel," Brooks says as he places me on the soft surface.

"I'm not," I toss back at him with a defiant smirk. "Come over and I'll prove it."

On my knees, I glance from one huge cock to the other, my whole body shaking. They're both at the edge of the sleeping bag looking down at me like I'm something to be worshiped, and ordinarily I'd be happy for this to continue, but all I want is their bodies against mine. Inside of mine.

"Get over here!" I cry out impatiently, and they rush to me at once, one on each side of me. I have to raise up and stretch—thank God I'm almost five foot eleven and Brooks and Hunter aren't the tallest of the Bj?rnssons or this would never work—my eyes in line with both of their cocks. And I do something I never thought I would want to do and I lean forward to kiss the tip of Brooks's cock as devilishly as I can.

When Brooks groans, I smirk again, knowing I've won, and move over to take Hunter in my mouth. I wrap my lips around him, sucking him in deep. The moan that comes out of him spurs me on, and I look up at him, watching his eyes slam shut as I slowly lick the length of him.

"Fuck, Goldie. You're good at this." The appreciative sound he makes in his throat sends shivers of delight through me.

Brooks moves behind me, settling down on his knees, his thighs holding my hips, and his cock pressed into my back. He sweeps my hair back and kisses my neck.

I suck Hunter until I have to stop so that I can groan and pant out my pleasure when Brooks takes my breasts in both of his hands, palming them before finding my nipples and giving them a rough tweak. He nips my neck with his teeth, and I pull my mouth away from Hunter so I can turn around and push Brooks onto his back.

He knows I'm going to suck his cock and he grins at me, resting on his elbows to watch, his eyes shining with lust as I crawl between his spread legs and take him in my mouth.

I taste myself on him, and that surprises me for a moment but I get over it fast, pulling him in as far as I can.

Hunter's hand is on my ass and before I know it, he's holding my hips and keeping me in place so he can run his length through my folds.

"How does this feel?" Hunter asks softly. "We want you to feel good."

Good. Such a basic word for how I'm feeling with both of them. Gently, he strokes my back.

"I'm going to fuck you now, Goldie," he says.

My belly flips. I nod.

And then he pushes into me, slowly, so slowly, I nearly forget to come up for air and choke on Brooks's cock.

"Easy, sweetie," Hunter says, and his hips push forward, giving me more. "Damn, your cunt is so tight. Feels so good. You ready for me to fuck you hard, baby? 'Cause I want to."

I moan, but the sound is muffled.

And then Hunter grips my hips tighter, fingers sinking into my skin as he fills me all the way up.

Oh my God, I'm so full.

I sink my mouth further down on Brooks and try to relax my body and my jaw as both of their hips begin to thrust.

Small quick thrusts from Brooks, while I use my hands to grip and pump him, slurping and sucking. Long slides out of my pussy and quick thrusts back inside from Hunter.

I taste precum on my tongue and feel Brooks's body tightening as he writhes under me. "Fuck me, snapdragon, this is so damn good," he groans.

And then he's coming in my mouth, the hot liquid spurting the back of my throat as he cries out. His taste is unfamiliar, but I love it, and swallow all of him as pleasure relaxes his face. I take him out of my mouth, gently licking him clean, loving the adoring gaze he gives me.

Hunter nips at my shoulder. "You like this, baby?"

"I love it," I say. Or more like purr. I sound like a sex phone operator as he plunges into me again and again, rocking my whole body forward every time.

"Fuck, you're taking all of me," he says, his voice strangled. "Every damned inch."

And yet I still want more.

I'm not expecting to come again. I know that's unusual. It was a miracle in itself that I came once already.

But Brooks sits up so he can reach between my legs, and when he touches my clit, electricity shoots through me. I whimper, and rock back into Hunter, grinding hard.

"Fuck, baby, do that again and I'm gone," Hunter says, panting now.

I feel droplets of his sweat on my back and turn around to look at him. His eyes are fire as he pumps into me, giving me everything.

The feeling of completeness, of wholeness, of fullness, plus one more touch from Brooks to my throbbing clit is all it takes for me to explode. I come undone so thoroughly I scream out.

But my cries are nothing compared to the bellow that comes out of Hunter as he releases into me. He shouts my name, and birds caw in the distance, probably because the whole damn mountain is shaking. And before I collapse in a haze of satisfaction with them around me, I realize that it doesn't matter where the other eight Bj?rnsson brothers might be in this moment—they surely all know now from that sound that Hunter and Brooks just fucked me.