Chapter 23 Summer
TWENTY-THREE
SUMMER
My mind blanks.
Fraser laughs at me, nuzzling into my hair. “That okay, London?”
“Yes,” I squeak. “Yes. Please.” I go to wriggle out of my top, but he stops me.
“Let me.” I go still as Fraser slowly starts unbuttoning my shirt. Cameron watches as he tosses my top away. “God,” Fraser groans. He cups my heavy breast through my light-yellow bra, and I tingle all over. “The stuff you wear…”
“What—” Cameron starts, and then he stops and clenches his jaw.
Fraser apparently reads his mind. “What was she wearing yesterday? Oh, it was this purple frilly one. Like a pastry. Went deep, like down here—” He draws a calloused fingertip between my breasts, and I automatically arch into him.
Cameron’s jaw tightens. Fraser unclasps the bra and lets it fall away, and both men go silent and just look at me. A log crackles and shifts in the fireplace.
Fraser shakes his head. “You’re unbelievable,” he murmurs, helping me out of my skirt. He settles me on his lap facing Cameron, our legs hanging off the bed. I expect Cameron to touch me, but he doesn’t. He just watches as I’m slowly undressed. His gaze feels like a physical weight on my skin.
My heart lurches. I hope I’m not out of my depth. I don’t actually know how to have a three-way. It probably takes quite a lot of coordination, right? I start to panic slightly. What if I’m terrible?
“What is it?” Cameron asks. “Are you okay?”
“Of course! Yes!” I give him a bright smile.
“You’re not breathing right.” He steps in front of me and presses his hand onto my chest. “Breathe.”
Believe it or not, his massive hand on my boobs isn’t helping much. It’s not even a sexual touch; just like he’s trying to feel my heartbeat.
“Just excited, you know,” I babble. “And nervous. I’ve never done this before. I’m not very bendy. I usually just buy yoga sets to take pictures in. But I’ll try my best.”
Cameron’s frown deepens. “Shh. Settle,” he rumbles. I take a deep breath. He’s petting me like a nervous horse, and it’s working.
Fraser grins. “He does that with me when I’m nervous too,” he says. “I mean. He doesn’t stroke my cleavage. But he uses his animal voice on me. Swear it’s more effective than drugs.”
Cameron ignores him. “Settle,” he says again. “We’re not doing anything until you’re calm.”
“What?” If that’s the requirement, we are literally never getting it on ever. “I really am fine—”
Cameron growls. Honest to God, growls like a bear. “Breathe, Summer.”
I do as he says, inhaling deeply. My heartbeat starts to slow. Cameron watches me closely.
I’ve never had a man try to calm me down before sex. It feels…good. Secure.
“You good?” Cameron asks after a minute or two. I nod. He stands back and surveys me in Fraser’s lap. “We need to go slow,” he announces.
“Aye,” Fraser agrees, kissing my neck. “Cannae have you feeling nervy, London.” He smiles against my skin. “You want Cameron to eat you?”
Just like that, my mind goes black again.
Something flickers across Cameron’s face. “Can’t kneel today.”
Fraser sighs. “Gosh, what a shame. Baby, let’s give him something to taste, eh?”
“What?”
Fraser wraps his fingers around my wrist. “Touch yourself,” he says in my ear. “Let him watch.”
Oh my God. “Um. Okay.”
I let Fraser guide my hand between my legs. His grip on me is firm as he strokes my fingers gently through my folds. They’re embarrassingly sticky. I’m already so wet that I’m probably soaking Fraser’s jeans. The thought makes me blush.
Cameron watches, his face stony. “Wider,” he orders.
Fraser nudges my legs wider. “Deeper, honey,” he rumbles in my ear, guiding me to dip a finger inside my entrance. My mouth falls open as I stroke into myself, liquid warmth clinging to my fingertips. “There you go,” Fraser croons. “Aye, there you are.”
I feel myself get wetter as I slowly finger myself. If this is a ploy to make me desperate, it’s working. My hand isn’t enough. Nowhere near enough. I’m starting to ache painfully.
And the whole time, Cameron just…watches. Face blank.
“Please,” I whisper to the room.
Fraser kisses my cheek, drawing my fingers free. They glisten embarrassingly in the firelight. “Now,” he says softly, “give him a taste.”
I awkwardly offer Cameron my hand. He examines it and then lifts it to his mouth. As he slips my fingers between his lips, it’s like some chemical reaction happens inside of him.
I swear he gets bigger. His eyes get blacker.
His shoulders get broader. When I draw my hand back slightly, he tightens his grip on my wrist, sucking so hard I feel it deep in my belly.
I gasp, urgent need jolting through me. Fraser suddenly groans, and I realise I’m wriggling over him, rubbing against his erection. I can’t sit still.
Cameron lets my hand go abruptly. He looms over me, breathing hard. “Hold her,” he orders. Fraser bands a forearm around my waist, and Cameron unzips his jeans. My mouth falls open as he pushes them down.
Holy shit.
He’s massive. Not as long as Fraser, but almost unnaturally thick, his shaft swollen with heat. He looks like he’s been hard for a while. A smudge of pre-come shines on his head, glimmering in the firelight. Without thinking, I reach out and touch it with my thumb.
Cameron swears loudly, hips bucking. I drop my hand, looking up at him with big eyes.
“Fraser,” he gets out through gritted teeth. “Can you get—”
Fraser reaches into his pocket, pulls out a silver foil packet, and tosses it at him. Cameron slides the condom on in one slick move and presses forwards, rolling his hips so his thick rod slides between my folds. My eyes pop open at the slick friction.
“Oh,” I manage. “Wait—” Cameron freezes. I gesture at his jeans. “Take them off?”
Cameron is still for a few long moments. Then he slowly hooks his thumbs under the waistband of his jeans and pushes them to the floor.
My eyes widen as he kicks them away. His right knee is absolutely covered in scars. Some of them are straight and surgical, but others are raised and jagged in the firelight.
Cameron lets me look for a second, then he rolls his hips again, rutting between my wet lower lips. My eyes fall half shut as he rubs across my aching sex. He does it again and again, teasing me until I’m shaking all over. “Please—”
“Breathe,” he tells me again. I obediently inhale.
“There’s a good lass,” Fraser coos, taking my hand. “Stop teasing her, Cameron, she’s shivering like a wee lamb.”
Cameron finally lines up and pushes into me in a strong, slow thrust. I have to choke back a cry as he enters me.
He feels huge. His thick girth ploughs into me one inch at a time, and my inner muscles part slowly to accommodate the stretch.
I swear he’s touching every millimetre of me, filling me completely until I’m totally wedged full.
“Oh God,” I babble, grabbing at Fraser’s hand. “Oh my…God.”
“Good lass,” Fraser is saying in my ear as Cameron slowly pushes deeper. “He’s big, isn’t he? Doesn’t hurt, does it, sweetheart?”
I shake my head. “No.”
Cameron groans, finally bottoming out. My eyes flutter. He’s so, so deep inside me. For a second, we’re both still, breathing hard.
“Okay,” Cameron mutters.
It takes me a second to realise it’s a question.
I nod. “Yes, yes, very okay. Please move—”
Slowly, he pulls back. My mouth falls open as lightning sparks inside me. Fraser steadies me from behind. Checking my face, Cameron rocks into me again. And again.
We fall into a rhythm. It’s an odd experience being railed by one man while sitting in the other man’s lap.
With every slow thrust from Cameron, I’m shoved harder into Fraser, sending shockwaves through my body.
Meanwhile, Fraser’s lips rove over me, kissing my neck, sucking at my throat, licking down my collarbone.
It’s not long before I’m gasping and shaking all over.
“Oh, she likes it, Cam,” Fraser rumbles approvingly. “You feel how needy she is? Bet she’s squeezing down on you. Go on, mate. Give her what she wants.”
“Please,” I pant. “Please. More. More.”
Cameron shoves into me again, even harder. It hits me so deep that I can’t help my loud cry. Panic lights me.
Oh God. If Alec comes back into the house, he’ll be able to hear us.
What the hell will he think of me? Fraser laughs as I grab his hand and shove it over my mouth.
I need it. I can’t stay quiet. My body twists between the two men, overwhelmed.
Cameron’s pace keeps getting faster and faster, like he’s losing control.
The small room feels unbearably hot, full of firelight and sweat and the combined need of three people.
When it finally comes, my release wrenches through me, curling up from my toes and yanking through every muscle in my body. I shout in Fraser’s arms as I spasm with pleasure. “Oh, there you are,” he murmurs. “Beautiful, beautiful girl.”
I don’t answer. I can’t. I’m still coming, every cell in my body fizzing happily, and Cameron’s still moving inside me.
His thrusts are stuttering now as he slams into me over and over and over again.
It’s too much. It’s just right. I lay my head weakly against Fraser’s shoulder, trembling with overstimulation.
Cameron’s face is tight, like he’s holding himself back.
“Come,” I croak at him.
He ignores me, driving into me again. I collect the rest of my energy and bear down, squeezing as hard as I can.
Cameron chokes, dropping his face forwards into the fall of my hair.
When he comes, it’s soundless. I wrap a hand around the back of his neck as he shudders against me. Finally, his body goes limp.
A bubble of pride rises up in me. I just made this massive mountain of a man come. Me. For a few moments, all three of us hold each other. Cameron’s breath warms my cheek.
“Jesus,” Fraser mutters in my ear eventually, shifting.
I twist to look at him. There’s sweat on his brow. “Are you okay,” I manage, my heart still pounding.
He gives me a smile which is more like a grimace. “Aye, it just…It hurts, you wriggling over me like that.” I look down at his crotch, but he cups my face. “How d’you feel?”
“I feel…” I squirm. Normally, I feel satisfied after a climax.
Warm and gooey and sleepy. But this time, I just want more.
The tingle inside me has just gotten worse.
Cameron braces himself and gently pulls out of me, and I jerk my hips helplessly, unable to stop my moan at the sudden empty feeling.
Fraser presses his forehead to mine. “Aye,” he says softly. “You’re still needy, aren’t you? S’okay, honey. Give me a sec. Cam, can you—”
And then Cameron’s there, gently pulling me off Fraser’s lap. I shiver in his arms as he settles me on to the quilt.
Cameron doesn’t hug me. Doesn’t kiss me. Just stares at me, breathing hard like he’s trying to read my face. Fraser loses his jeans, rolls on a rubber, and pulls me back to him. “Come here, baby.”
I climb onto his lap. “Won’t take long,” Fraser confesses.
“You were squirming over me like a wee devil.” His hands curve under my arse, lifting me, guiding me to slip down onto him.
After Cameron, taking him is an easy, slick slide.
I sink down, letting him fill me until we’re totally wedged together. I’m so full my eyes are watering.
Fraser groans into my chest as I start to rock.
My thighs shake uncontrollably as I ride him, but it feels too good to slow down.
I feel oddly desperate, shivery and hot and tingling under my skin.
Fraser matches me thrust for thrust, his hips grinding up into mine.
Soon, we’re rutting against each other like we need it to survive.
He’s filling me so deeply, so tightly, I can barely even think.
I tip my head back as heat rushes through me again.
I can’t believe I need to come again already, but I feel myself spiralling up towards a second peak.
Suddenly, I feel something on my neck. Hands in my hair. Cameron is gently pulling my hair back out of my face, holding it behind my head like a ponytail. I look up at him, gasping.
“God, you’re perfect,” Fraser mumbles into my chest, kissing a freckle. “Perfect.”
I grab the back of his head and shove it into my chest. He gets the message, mouthing hard at my breasts.
That’s all it takes. My second climax splits me in two, tearing through me.
I gasp for air, clutching hard at Fraser, feeling the raw heat of pleasure pulse over and over again through my body. My shout echoes.
Fraser lets out a strangled groan into my ear and spills into me. The two of us cling together as we both shake, our sweaty skin sticking together.
And dimly, through it all, I feel Cameron steadily stroking my hair.