Our Chance – Kennedy L. Mitchell #5
“He’s actually not wrong,” Brandon mused.
My jaw fell open at his words. I started to respond but choked on the words, finding him already down to his snug thermal base layer.
I swiped at the corner of my mouth to check for drool.
Dark eyes locked on me, he reached over his shoulders, fisted the waffle-patterned material, and dragged it over his head.
A soft hum of appreciation escaped as I took in his defined chest, loving the trimmed chest hair covering his pecs and happy trail.
Damn, the man was the definition of rugged and fucking hot.
“Plus, after being in that gear since this morning, it needs time to dry out.”
I nodded in agreement, jaw still hanging open.
Sure, this wasn’t the first time I’d seen him naked, but it still caught me off guard every time because, holy shit, he was all thick muscle and so damn manly.
“Hey.” I reluctantly slid my attention to Carl, my eyes the last part of me to follow.
A whimper nearly escaped at finding him naked from the waist up, arms crossed over his lean chest, and an exaggerated pout on his striking face.
“There. I wanted you to gawk at me, too. He’s not the only sexy man in the room. ”
I shook my head to hopefully get my brain to work because it had suddenly gone offline at the surge of desire that now flowed through my veins.
It was probably bad luck to think I was one lucky woman, considering the circumstances—the dangerous snowstorm and nearly freezing to death earlier—but it was totally worth it because of the current situation I found myself in.
Two very attractive men who both wanted me were down to their underwear and ready to cuddle all in the name of sharing body heat for survival.
Yes, please.
Though I really hoped it wouldn’t stop at just cuddling.
My gaze tracked Brandon as he lowered to the floor beside me.
Fingers wrapped around the hem of my still slightly damp sweatshirt, he paused, waiting for permission.
At my slight nod, he worked it over my head, carefully pulling my arms free before tossing it to Carl, who hung it up on a hook to dry properly.
Next came my thick outer layer pants I hadn’t had the courage to remove earlier because despite them being damp from the snow, they still kept me warmer than being out of them.
But I didn’t need them any longer if Brandon and Carl planned to keep me snug between them. Hell, just thinking about it had me warming up from the inside out.
Now at my feet, Brandon cradled one foot and began running his thumb along my insole before working on my toes, massaging heat and blood back to the numb digits.
Movement behind me had me looking over my shoulder, finding Carl watching in only his tight, black boxer briefs.
With a smile, he lowered to his knees at my back and did the same with the thick thermal base layer that Brandon did to my sweatshirt, leaving me in only a tight black sports bra.
“Fuck,” Carl whispered. “How the hell am I turned on right now? Death waits outside those doors, yet all I can think about is getting my hands all over you.” His eyes flicked to Brandon, heat filling his gaze with the slow, sensual once-over, pausing with an arched brow at the clear outline of Brandon’s thick dick behind his underwear.
Desire blazed through my veins, erasing the exhaustion and cold from earlier.
I wanted these two men more than I wanted my next breath.
But how did I bring it up that I didn’t want to choose?
That I wanted them both for my own. Wasn’t that hypocritical?
I wanted to share them, but I didn’t want them to be with anyone other than me.
Carl’s calloused palms caressed my shoulders, down my arms, then back up again, wrapping around my throat. With a gentle hold, he used his steepled thumbs to press beneath my chin to tip my face back.
He scanned my face before placing a gentle upside-down kiss on my lips. Brandon’s grip tightened on my foot, and a guttural groan filled the small shelter.
One hand stayed around my throat, holding me in place, while the other slid down my sternum. The tip of his icy fingers teasingly tipped beneath my sports bra, stroking back and forth.
“Carl,” I muttered against his lips.
“Yes, baby?”
I blinked my lids open, not having realized they had fluttered closed. “What are you doing?”
“Getting you warm, obviously.”
I narrowed both eyes up at him. “By teasing me?”
Warm air from his chuckle brushed along my cheek.
“Oh, baby, I am not just teasing you. Look.” Using his hold, he shifted me around so the back of my head pressed against his bare chest, where he now sat behind me, facing where Brandon kneeled at my feet.
“Look at how hard he’s breathing.” Soft lips moved along the shell of my ear.
“And that’s not the only thing hard. Look at what us kissing did to him. ”
My stomach fluttered as I visually traced the outline of Brandon’s hard dick, a soft gasp escaping when Carl shifted behind me, pressing his hard cock into my back.
“It does something for me, too.” Tense silence settled between us, all of us knowing we were on the edge of falling into something we’d never done before and couldn’t come back from. “What do you say, my sweet Amy?”
“To what?” I breathed, my frozen gaze locked on Brandon, who looked ready to pounce. Reaching down, he adjusted himself, making me squirm at the idea of him pushing inside of me. “To more than just sharing body heat, but creating it?”
“Together? The three of us?”
Brandon cursed at my whispered words while Carl hummed in agreement in my ear.
“To start, yes.”
I licked my lips. “To start?”
“We can discuss a more long-term arrangement afterward. Right now, I’m just dying to see your boyfriend’s face between your spread thighs, licking your delicious cunt.
” His teeth sank into my earlobe. “And I know from experience that it is, in fact, delicious. I wonder what it would taste like after he’s come inside you.
That’s something dreams are made of right there, Amy. ”
Dreams or erotic fantasies. Either way, yes.
Fuck, yes.
I wanted that, wanted them both. Together. It’s what I’d wanted for a while but didn’t have the courage to say out loud.
“But that will come later. Right now, I want to act out the punishment I envisioned for you putting yourself in danger.” My lips parted, ready with a comeback, but he slipped a thumb between my lips and pressed down on my tongue, keeping me quiet. “Brandon and I have already discussed this.”
“Discussed is a very loose term,” Brandon rasped. “Though I do like where this is going.”
“Before we get started, baby, I need to know one thing. Are you good with both of us touching you?”
“Yes,” I mumbled around his thumb.
“Good girl. Now, next question: Are you good with both of our cocks being inside of you at the same time? And don’t worry, I’m not thinking about stretching out that perfect pussy. Think me fucking your mouth while Brandon’s thick cock stretches you wide.”
Drool literally dripped out from the corner of my mouth. He swiped it away with a knowing smile.
“I’m waiting for your answer, Amy. Nothing will happen until I understand and have clear direction on your boundaries.”
“Yes.” Carl slid his thumb free. “Yes,” I said louder. “Please.”
“Practically perfect in every way,” Carl said with a smile before turning his attention to where Brandon kneeled, muscles tense as if he were seconds from pouncing on us both. “Now, how about you take her thermals off and get our girl ready for what’s to come?”
“Fucking gladly.” Fingers hooked inside the waistband of my tight leggings, Brandon pulled them down in one quick swipe, taking my panties with them.
The evidence of my arousal was obvious when he pressed against the inside of both knees and spread my thighs wide open.
“You’re already fucking drenched, baby girl.
I can’t wait to have a taste. It’s been too long since I’ve had your addicting flavor on my tongue and lips. ”
“Wouldn’t it be nice if we never had to go without?” Carl mused as Brandon laid down on top of the rough blanket, his face hovering above my exposed core. “To have a taste of her anytime we wanted because she was all ours?”
Using both thumbs, Brandon spread my drenched lips apart and slid a flat tongue from entrance to clit, licking up every drop of arousal.
My back arched off the hard, cold ground as a hiss escaped.
Over and over, he swiped his tongue, dipping inside me, drawing my swollen bundle of nerves between his lips and sucking hard.
Chest rising and falling with every quick pant, my skin hot and flushed, I threaded my fingers through Brandon’s hair, desperate for more.
I yelped at a hard pinch to one of my nipples over my sports bra.
Carl’s fingers slid along the top of my breast before dipping beneath the tight material to pinch and tug at the hard peaks.
With both working in unison, it didn’t take long for an orgasm to build. I sucked in a breath as I dangled on that edge only to have Brandon pull back, taking his talented tongue with him, as he sat on his heels. My pitiful whimper filled the room, making both men smirk.
“This is a punishment, remember?” Carl murmured behind me. “And now it’s my turn to play with your needy cunt.”
As if I weighed nothing, Carl lifted me off the floor to position me on my knees between them.
Thoughts sluggish, I didn’t understand what was happening until Carl’s hot skin pressed against my back, and his knees slid between my own.
His hard cock pressed against my ass as he shifted to spread my thighs wide.
His hot palm pressed between my shoulder blades, and with his other hand, he urged me to lean forward as he held my hips in place.
“Grab his shoulders, baby. It’s my turn to teeter you on that edge of pain and oblivion.”