Chapter 27
sammy
I gasp at the sudden fullness when he pulls me down on him... and then gasp again when he starts moving.
Because this is nothing like it was in the meadow earlier, when he first touched me, his fingers hesitant and exploring like he wasn’t sure he’d be invited to go any further.
That was soft and sweet and so gentle, two souls just discovering each other and trying to decide whether they could fit together or not.
This is anything but gentle. Cameron holds my ass and slams me down on his cock again, and I cry out with the action.
“God, are you okay?” he immediately asks.
I’m not okay.
But I’m better now than I’ve ever been.
I grab his shoulders and rock my hips, arching my back to take him deeper into me, and stare into his beautiful, milk chocolate eyes. “Cameron, what have I told you about asking stupid questions?” I ask, my voice barely above a whisper.
He smiles and holds me while he rocks his hip to push deeper into my body, his eyes on mine as the head of his cock reaches a spot I didn’t even know existed.
He withdraws slightly, quirks his mouth, and then enters me again, the drag slow and delicious against my inner walls, and the combination of eye contact, him filling me, and that fucking smirk nearly breaks me.
I don’t want slow and gentle right now. I want hard and fast. Fire and lightning big enough to take my mind off of what happened earlier.
Enough passion that I can only think of him and how much he wants me.
I move again, trying to ride him harder and get him to speed up, but I’m too small and he’s too strong for me to have much effect. He holds me still, his cock sunk to the hilt inside me, and shakes his head slightly.
“Stop moving, Sammy, or you’re going to cause trouble.”
Trouble. Like I’m not already in trouble. I do my best to keep still, though, feeling every inch of his hard length as he moves in inches, in and out, in and out, the head of his cock dragging against me in a way that makes me want to either laugh or cry. Or scream.
“Cameron,” I gasp, unable to hold it in. “Please.”
He leans forward and puts his mouth against my ear. “Please what, Sammy? Tell me.”
I want to rage and scream. I want to punch him for what he’s doing. But I can’t bring myself to do any of that. The pressure building inside me is too big, too overwhelming to do anything more than whimper.
“Cameron,” I sigh. “Cameron.”
“Yes, baby?” he whispers, his mouth still against my ear.
And then he starts to move more quickly, thrusting into me in earnest, his breath harsher in my ear and a growl crawling out of his chest.
Oh my God, I’m going to come apart. I’m going to explode or implode or something.
I don’t even know what. But the combination of him inside me, filling me up, while he growls in my ear and calls me pet names, is going to end me.
I can’t tell up from down or right from wrong anymore, and I don’t want anything but us together like this for the rest of my life. My Cameron. My best friend.
My love.
Suddenly someone is behind me, and I jerk in surprise. Then a pair of hands comes around to cup my breasts, the fingers massaging me carefully. Softly.
And despite myself, I arch, my back bowed and my chest pressing into those hands.
Because my body knows exactly who’s behind me and welcomes him with an open heart and a need unlike anything I’ve ever felt.
Bear bends down and runs his lips softly along my shoulder, finally coming up against my other ear. “Sammy,” he murmurs.
I hear him take a breath, can practically hear him thinking, and a moment later his fingers have found me, slick and wet and pushing against my ass with an intensity I didn’t think possible.
He finds my back opening, runs his tongue gently along the shell of my ear, and then pushes a finger inside me.
It’s so shocking, so unexpected, that for a moment I want to cry out in protest. But then the pleasure comes, hot and heavy and overwhelming, and my body starts responding.
I start riding Cameron in earnest, out of my mind with need, and Bear begins to pump his finger in out of my ass in the same rhythm, hitting a bundle of nerves I didn’t know existed.
A moment later he adds a second finger, and I’m full and stretched almost to breaking.
“I can’t,” I gasp. “I can’t.”
“Shh,” Cameron whispers. “You can. That’s my good girl.”
Tears prick my eyes at the endearment, and when Bear removes his fingers and gives me the head of his cock, I start sobbing in earnest. He slides into me slowly, the drag of him an even bigger tease than what Cameron was doing, and before I can blink I’m filled in both holes, my body expanding and stretching to take both of them at the same time.
Bear is kissing the back of my neck and pumping slowly in and out while Cameron holds me, letting me ride him, and I’ve never experienced anything like this.
Tension builds in my lower belly and back at the sensations I’m feeling, and I don’t think I can withstand it anymore.
It’s too much.
It’s too big.
The emotions are racing through my veins, hope and fear and a love so deep, so bone-shaking, that I don’t know how to hold it in my hands. I’m both sheltered and shattered, trapped between two men and so protected, so loved, that I don’t know how to understand it.
I’ve never been loved. Never been protected.
And yet these men have me held between their bodies, their hands on me and their cocks buried inside me, and I know that they’ll never, ever let me go. They’ll never let anything bad happen to me. They’ll keep me sheltered from any storm, protected from any evil.
How the fuck did I ever survive without this?
It doesn’t matter, I realize, because I have it now. And I never want to let it go.
The thought takes me right to the edge of orgasm and I stop moving, my body going still and frozen before the storm breaks.
Cameron keeps moving, though, and Bear is still fucking me from behind, and the combination of two cocks inside me and two voices whispering how much they love me sends me hurtling toward the cliff and over the edge.
It’s happening sooner than I want—so much sooner than I’m ready for—but once I start that slide, I know I can’t stop it.
Cameron feels me coming and follows me, pumping his seed up inside me, and a moment later Bear joins us, his cock growing harder and stiffer with each throb of his release.
And I lean into Cameron’s neck and sob with emotion, orgasming again and again as my men hold me in their arms.