Chapter 8

8

Cassie

Imourn the waste of my marshmallow as I drop it into the fire.

There’s no other choice as both of the men—my men—converge on me.

Miles pulls me to my feet and wedges me in between him and Sam, their hands ripping at my clothing. Sam unzips my jean shorts and shoves them down my hips while Miles pulls the shirt over my head. I’m left in front of the campfire in nothing but some bikini panties and both men’s fingers twist in the waistband, impatient, their mouths moving in my hair.

“Let’s get her into the tent,” Miles says. “She’s ready.”

Sam rocks his denim bulge against my hip. “God knows I am.”

“Not yet,” Miles fists my hair and tugs my head back, so I’m looking up into his heated face. “You’re going to watch me break her in first.”

I have a brief pinch of worry that Sam is going to feel left out, but he only moans at the knowledge of what’s about to happen. How my virginity is going to be taken. By Miles.

Oh my God, Miles is going to take my virginity.

I’ve been dreaming about this so long, I almost feel like I’m in a dream as I’m dragged into the tent, each man holding one of my arms.

Miles lets me go and swipes a hand across his perspiring upper lip. “Lay her down on her back,” he growls, unfastening his jeans and jerking down the zipper. “Get her panties off, too. I’m not waiting anymore.”

Sam guides me to the unfurled sleeping bags and blankets I arranged earlier while the men saw to the horses. With a kiss of my shoulder, he helps me lie down, face up, my breasts quivering with every shallow breath. Sam takes off my panties with a long, low groan and starts to move away from me, but I catch his hand, holding it, keeping him close. “Stay,” I murmur.

Sam questions Miles with a look and he nods, his focus mainly on me. “Kneel behind Cassie. Put her head in your lap.”

Yes. This is what I need. Both of them involved in every aspect of our lovemaking. It’s so hard to explain, but when one of them is missing now, I don’t feel truly complete. I’m complete as possible with my head resting in Sam’s lap, his hands stroking my hair, Miles standing above me. Leaving his jeans undone, he unbuttons his flannel shirt and lets it fall to the tent floor, and that’s when I start to get restless, unable to keep my thighs still, because he’s so magnificent.

A man for the ages.

I’ve caught him bathing in the stream on our property once or twice, but only from a distance. The sinew of his arms and stomach, the power he packs, is twice as potent up close. Where Sam has a wild edge, Miles has experience written all over him and I crave both with every ounce of my womanhood.

Miles drops to his knees in front of me and reaches into his jeans, bringing out his shaft and I whimper, the flesh between my thighs throbbing at the sight. “M-Miles, it’s so h-huge.”

Is it my praise that makes white, milky liquid spurt from the tip and roll down Miles’s thick knuckles? “Christ. The longer I spend looking at her, the shorter I’m going to last.” He masturbates himself with a few fast strokes, his features tight. “Open her thighs for me, Sam. Put a finger in her pussy and make sure it’s wet.”

I can barely breathe around the excitement when Sam reaches for my knees and stretches them wider than before, the fingertips of his right hand trailing up the sensitive, inner skin toward my core. Slowly. “I can already see she’s fucking dripping,” Sam breathes, “But as long as I live, I’ll never turn down a chance to get part of me in this pretty, little cunt.”

Finally, Sam teases open the lips of my femininity, grazing my clit with the heel of his hand and making me cry out. Soothing me with a hum, he taps his middle finger against my entrance. Once, twice. An orgasm looms inside of me like a storm cloud already, merely because of how vulnerable I am to these men—and the assertion of trust that requires. It’s like we entered this tent and were transported to a higher plane of existence. A place where my body is at a constant, heightened state of arousal and one touch will set it off.

Sam eases a finger into my opening and my back arches, heels digging into the sleeping bag. “Goddamn, I can barely get in past my knuckle.” He spreads my wetness around, his breath heavy in my ear. “She’s slick and warm, though. Ready as she’ll ever be with a pussy this tight.”

“Good,” Miles says, leaning close and bringing our mouths together, positioning himself between my splayed thighs. “Listen closely. There will be no rubber for either of us, little girl. You wanted us both, didn’t you? Now you’ll have two obsessed men trying their damnedest to make you a young mother.”

“It’s too late to back out now, baby,” Sam rasps, his fingers twining in my hair, the pads massaging my scalp. “You’re ours.”

Keeping his eyes locked on mine, Miles breaches my entrance with the broad, smooth head of his sex and I brace, biting my lower lip. His jaw locks tight and he shoves forward, but only an inch or so of his shaft enters me. With a curse, he slides a hand under my buttocks and grips tight, keeping me in place for his next drive—and it’s a ferocious, grunting thing, sweat forming on his brow. Still, only one more inch wedges inside me. But the pressure starts to build. Oh, and it’s amazing. I’m sensitive everywhere and the new friction of my unexplored parts starts a cascade of incredible sensations inside me.

“Miles,” I whimper, wrapping my legs around his waist. “I’m going to come.”

“No, baby,” Sam whispers, kissing my forehead. “Can’t be.”

“Ain’t even halfway inside you yet,” Miles grunts, punching his hips forward. “Jesus. I have to get inside this sweet little thing.”

“I want you inside me,” I manage, pulses all over my body making me burn.

Miles struggles another moment, only managing to get another inch deeper, before sending Sam a sharp look. “Tease her nipples. That ought to wet her up nice.”

Sam is already cupping my breasts tenderly and massaging them before Miles finishes making the order. He holds them in greedy hands, twisting his palms over my nipples, right, left, right, then pinches them gently—and a rush of moisture teems through me. If Miles didn’t drop forward at that moment and pin me, I would have jackknifed at the pleasure already rattling my bones.

“Fuck,” Miles chokes out. “I’m in.”

Above me, Sam licks his lips eagerly, eyes rapt on the place where Miles’s body joins with mine. “What’s it feel like?”

Slowly, Miles lifts his head and locks gazes with Sam, his breathing ragged. “I don’t think she’s built like other women. Her pussy is squeezing me half to death, it’s such a tight goddamn thing. She should be screaming in pain.” He nods at me, affection and lust moving in his expression. “But look at her, one pump and she’s going to come. Girl’s already shaking like a leaf.”

“Miles!” I toss my head side to side, pleasure spearing through my limbs and clogging my lungs. “Sam! Please, please…I need…”

“Do it,” Sam says hoarsely. “Fuck her.”

“As if I could help it.” A shudder ripples through him. “Hold her tight.”

Sam crosses an arm over my chest, gripping me beneath the opposite arm. “Got her.”

After that, I’m lost. I don’t know which end is up or where I am anymore. Miles cinches his hips back and drives forward with a yell—and I shatter. My scream singes the sides of my throat on its way up and I thrash, unable to withstand the strength of my climax. It turns my blood to lava and blinds me, but I’d gladly exchange my sight for the intense contractions of my intimate muscles. I’m bearing down so hard, without conscious thought, that I can feel every ridge of Miles’s shaft as it enters me, I can feel every one of his chest hairs chafing my nipples. I’m alive. I’m alive and I’ve been living in the dark until now.

“God almighty, she just keeps coming,” Miles grits out, his face contorted with pleasure above mine. “She’s milking me too hard to keep going. Fuck. I have to give her this load—”

With a roar, Miles shoots his seed into me and another wave of ecstasy bombards my senses. My back is arched off the sleeping bag, tears rolling down my temples, my thighs straining and shaking around Miles’s waist.

It’s too good. I don’t ever want it to end.

I’m still in the middle of a climax, I’ve lost count of how many I’ve had, when Miles sits back and pulls me off Sam’s lap. He kisses my mouth, long and slow, forcing me to calm down. “Shhh, sweet girl. We’ve got you.” I concentrate on the thorough strokes of his tongue, the way he caresses my face, and by the time he turns me around to face Sam, I’m in a languid state of contentment. “Lay back on me now, Cassie. It’s Sam’s turn to experience you.”

My tired eyes lift to Sam. He regards me with such stark hunger, a bolt of energy rouses my senses and I start to whimper anew. More of the indescribable pleasure is coming my way and my body craves it, even though it’s already been through so much. I want more. I want the thick root of flesh Sam unsheathes from his pants, jerking roughly in his tattooed hand.

“Can you wrap those sweet legs around my hips as tightly as you wrapped them around his? I got a fucking pounding to give you, baby.”

A sob catches in my throat and I nod, opening myself to him.

With a curse, he falls forward on his hands and knees, crawling over me and taking hold of his erection once again. He trails his tongue from my belly, all the way to my mouth and nips at my bottom lip, his hardness tucking into me, his hips bucking forward as Miles kisses my forehead tenderly, telling me everything will be all right and they’ll take care of me, the perfect contrast to the rough invasion of my body. Sam’s inches sink in deep, his entrance aided by the spend Miles left inside me, but he remains unmoving, the muscles flexing in his shoulders.

“Fuck,” Sam grits out into my neck. “You were right. So snug I can barely keep from busting.” He rears back with a moan and plows inside me to the hilt once more, a wave of ticklish pleasure rolling my eyes back in my head. Oh my God. I’m coming again. If he so much as grazes my clit, I’m going to soar. “We’re going to have to keep her under lock and key, Miles. Anyone finds out what she’s got between her legs, they’ll try to take her.”

“Yes.” Miles reaches down and massages my clit with the pad of his middle finger and my thighs thrash around Sam’s hips, another orgasm beginning to twist up my insides. “I’d say men fight wars over pussy like this, but I’ll be damned if there’s ever been one like it.”

“And it’s all ours.”

Sam buries his face in my neck, allowing me to look down the length of his strong back, watching his flexing ass hump up and down as he takes me. His grunts are straight from an animal, his hands grasping at my knees to keep them hitched high around his sweating body.

“I’m hard again,” Miles groans into my hair. “Every time you pump, you grind her tight, young ass on my cock.”

Sam lifts his head, those golden eyes glowing with lust. “If her cunt is this tight, what do you think her ass is like?”

“I want it,” I whimper, barely aware of what I’m agreeing to. Only knowing they both need me now and I have a bone-deep desire to be everything to these men, the way they’re going to be everything to me. “I want you both.”

Miles’s chest thunders up and down under my back. He chants my name over and over while hefting me higher against his body and lying back, prone. Sam follows, still on top of me, his hips still moving with violent, desperate thrusts. And then I feel Miles’s manhood wedge between the cheeks of my backside, his fist raking the head of his arousal up and back over my hole.

“That feels good,” I cry, throwing my head back on his shoulder, remembering to keep my thighs nice and wide for Sam. “I-is it supposed to feel good?”

“Yes. Christ, feel how you squeeze me like a good girl, Cassie. You were made to take a cock in this ass.” Miles grits out, plugging me full inch by inch, a scream building in my throat at the oddly pleasing penetration. “This whole body of yours was made for cock. Our cocks.”

I’m so full.

My stomach is filling with a dizzying lack of gravity and the only thing keeping me on earth is the two, thick male parts that tunnel in and out of me, over and over again, their owners grinding deep, cursing my name, praising it. Begging, demanding, owning, losing themselves, the same way I lose myself to the pleasure.

Their syrupy heat pours into me simultaneously and I’m crushed between their seeking, pounding bodies, our sweat combining, our rusted voices joining together in a song of pleasure, lust, need.

And love.