Chapter 56 Summer
FIFTY-SIX
SUMMER
My stomach flutters. “You do?”
“Aye,” Alec says, his voice velvety. “I’ve actually been giving it quite a lot of thought.” He glances up at the other two men. “Strip,” he orders.
They both immediately start removing their clothes.
I watch, my mouth watering as their bodies are illuminated.
Fraser is fit and sun-bronzed, his muscles defined like a Greek statue.
Cameron is solid and scarred, shadowy in the lamplight.
My eyes travel up the thick width of his thighs to the bob of his erection nestled in dark hair.
Alec gently helps me out of my bra and skirt, until the three of us are all naked on the blanket. The warmth from the nearby heaters licks my skin. The forest sighs around us.
“Lie down,” Alec orders Fraser. “Summer. You’re going to ride him.”
“Oh God, yes,” Fraser groans, stretching himself out and reaching for me. He’s already hard. “C’mere, honey.”
I climb on top of him, straddling him. His hands clasp my hips as he guides me onto him.
His skin is so hot, even in the cool night air.
My breath leaves me as I slowly sink down, taking his thick stretch inch by inch.
He groans, his head tipping back as I finally bottom out.
The stars blur overhead, vibrantly bright. Wind rushes over the loch.
“You’re gorgeous,” Fraser says, voice rough.
I feel it, I realise. Here, wild under the stars, speared on this man, I feel gorgeous.
Then Fraser grins and jerks his hips slightly. I curl my hand in his hair and slowly start to ride him. Everything in me throbs as I move. We haven’t tried this position yet. I think I like it. I like the power of it.
The night smudges. The world narrows to the slick friction inside me, to our building gasps.
I feel movement at my side and hear a wet sound. I tear my gaze away to see Alec, now fully naked. He’s watching me and Fraser together and stroking himself roughly in time with my movements. His eyes are almost black in the starlight.
“You ride him so prettily,” he tells me. “Like you were made for us.”
“Thanks,” I manage, watching his wet fist move up and down his glistening dick.
“Eyes on Fraser. Don’t get distracted.”
Obediently, I turn back to Fraser, tilting my hips to press him even deeper into me. He swears. His eyes are bright as he looks up at me, awe written all over his face. I touch the muscles of his chest, feeling it rise and fall with ragged gasps.
“Christ, London. Look at you. You’re…”
I grip his shoulders and keep moving. The pressure in me is rising, a tightness that keeps winding up until I feel sweat dripping down the backs of my burning thighs.
Fraser’s hands rove over me, grasping at my hips, my breasts, my waist. The world around us seems to narrow, the towering hills and black loch dissolving until it’s just me, Fraser, and the rising climax bubbling up inside me.
Eventually, I feel myself start to lose it. I close my eyes, ready for my release—
“Stop,” Alec orders. I’m jolted back to reality as Fraser grasps me firmly, stopping me from moving. Alec moves behind me, and I feel his breath ghost over my skin. “Now, sweetheart. I need you to relax for me. Breathe.”
I obediently exhale. Something cold and wet touches my arse as he slicks more lube onto my back hole, his fingers massaging it into me. “You might feel very full,” he tells me softly. “Let me know if you want me to stop.”
I feel his thick head nudge me as he lines himself up. My eyes widen. “W-wait,” I stammer. “While I’m on top of him?”
“That all right with you, Fraser?” Alec asks over my shoulder.
Fraser wipes a hand over his face. He’s sweating. “Aye, that’s just fine,” he mumbles.
Oh. My. God.
“That okay?” Alec checks with me. I’m too stunned to speak, so I just nod. He kisses my cheek gently. “Breathe,” he reminds me. Then he starts to push inside me.
It’s a feeling I’ve never felt before. So much more than the plug.
So much more than his or Fraser’s fingers.
His tip slowly cleaves into me, a few millimetres at a time, and I gasp at the sudden, sharp stretch in my bum.
For a second, I wonder if he won’t be able to fit.
But all of the prep pays off, and he slowly passes inside me, until his head is fully lodged in my behind.
My eyes burn with tears. Alec holds himself still, breathing hard against my shoulder as I get used to the sensation.
It’s almost more than I can handle. I feel like I’m getting split in half. I’ve never felt so full and tight in my life. The pressure is coming from behind and below me. I can’t move. My mouth opens, but no sound comes out.
Cameron unfolds himself from the shadows and comes to sit at my side, taking my hand in his. I shiver as he lifts it to his mouth, kissing my fingertips. “You’re doing perfect,” he says roughly. “You’re…taking him so well.”
I can’t help it. I snort. “Wow,” I gasp. “Who taught you words of affirmation?”
He rolls his eyes at me, kissing my wrist.
“Are you okay,” Alec says into my neck. I can feel his fingers flexing on my hips.
“Yes. Are you?”
His forehead falls against my back. I can feel the tension shaking his body as he fights not to move.
“No,” he manages. “No, I need to—” He slowly pushes forwards, his thick shaft pressing deeper into me, pinning me down onto Fraser’s lap.
All my thoughts dry up. For a second, I genuinely wonder if I’m about to black out.
My body doesn’t know what to do with this feeling.
It has no reference point for it. I scramble for breath as Alec pushes deeper and deeper into me.
It feels like the slow slide goes on forever.
Through it, Cameron holds my hand and watches my face. “Breathe,” he reminds me. “Don’t clench up. Breathe. You okay?”
I nod frantically. I’m more than okay. I’m overwhelmed in every possible way, every cell in me singing.
Eventually, Alec is fully inside me. He kisses my cheek and barely gives me a beat before he pulls back again, slicking against every stretched nerve ending.
The next movement is a steady rock, shoving me harder onto Fraser.
I cry out. The pressure is astounding. I get another kiss on the cheek, and then Alec pulls back and rocks into me again.
Each thrust feels carefully calibrated, like he’s trying to work out just how much my body can take.
Fraser starts to moan, and I look down at him through a haze. He’s sweating, gripping at his hair.
“Jesus Christ,” he pants. “Never— Never felt anything like this, I—” His chest heaves. “I…have to move, baby. I can’t stay still anymore.” I feel his hips buck slightly under me, and white flushes my vision. I can’t help instinctually clenching down on both men at once.
Alec groans loudly. “Oh, you are so greedy,” he growls into my neck. He shoves deep into me again, and the force shudders through my pelvis. “You know how many girls could actually do this? Would want to? But you want to, don’t you? You love it.”
“Yes,” I choke out, grinding down frantically as Fraser’s hips rise again. “Yes, please. Oh—”
Cameron strokes my hair back as I close my eyes and lose myself to the sensation.
Alec and Fraser rock me back and forth, finding a dual rhythm.
I’m caught between them like a pebble caught in a tide.
I want to tell them how good it feels, how it’s the best I’ve ever felt, but my mind is blank.
Everything has narrowed to the squeeze-release, push-pull of being shared between them both.
I grip onto Cameron for dear life. Everything around me is blurring.
It’s not until a tear rolls down my cheek that I realise I’m crying.
Of course, Cameron notices. “No.” He thumbs the tear away. “Summer. Are you all right?”
Alec pauses, his breath hot on the back of my neck. Fraser makes a noise like he’s dying. I want to scream.
“No,” I shout, unintentionally clenching down, trying to get the feeling back. “No, no, no, please, please, don’t stop.”
“Are we hurting you?” Alec demands. “Do you need a break?”
“No!” Jesus, what is wrong with me? Why can’t I keep it together? I scrub furiously at my eyes. “I’m just…overwhelmed. It’s a lot. But I want to keep going.”
“You sure?”
“Yes, oh my God, yes, please move.”
Alec kisses my shoulder. “Cry if you need to.”
I shake my head, wiping my cheeks as more tears silently pool. I’m so frustrated with myself. I’m literally having the best sex of my life, and I’m ruining everything.
“Summer.” Alec’s voice is suddenly commanding. The hair on the back of my neck prickles. “You don’t have to, but if you can, I’d like for you to cry.”
“What? Why?” I try to twist to see him. “Are you being a pervert? Does this get you off?”
“Your body clearly needs to cry,” he says simply. “So let it. It’s okay.”
I don’t believe him. I got mocked by tens of thousands of people online for crying. “I d-don’t want to be like that.”
“Like what?”
Too sensitive. Dramatic. Too much. I shake my head, taking a deep breath.
Suddenly, hands cup my face, and Cameron is looking me dead in the eye. “It’s okay,” he says roughly. “We like you, Summer. Like you are.” I choke back a sob, and his grip tightens. “Whatever you are, however you feel, we don’t mind. For the love of God, just stop pretending.”
I gulp in air, not breaking his gaze. Behind me, Alec starts to move again, sliding deep into me. I feel Fraser rock forwards in response. The pressure inside me grows and grows, and then—
It feels like a dam bursts. I can’t keep my composure anymore.
I close my eyes and give in. I let myself be taken.
I give myself up to the feeling. For the first time I can remember, I don’t think about how I should be acting.
I don’t think about my face or the noises that are falling out of me.
I don’t care about how messy I’m being, or the tears rolling down my cheeks.
Cameron keeps stroking my face, wiping the wetness away. “We like you like this,” he repeats slowly. “Like you.”
And I actually believe him.
Fraser’s movements start to stutter. “I can’t—” he manages, thick thighs flexing under me. “Christ, honey. You’re so—”
“Come,” I gasp at him. He grips me tighter.
It’s all the warning I get before he shudders, and the hot gush of his release fills me up inside.
A broken sound falls out of me as I follow him right off the edge.
The climax is impossibly intense, crunching my whole body.
I squeeze helplessly around both men, blinded by the pleasure gushing through me.
Alec roars. He slams into me over and over again until he finally comes, hot and shaking, deep inside my arse. Cameron holds me up and kisses my face repeatedly, his fingers shaky on my jaw, his breath coming in ragged pants.
Eventually, the painful ache of the release seeps away. I feel Fraser stroke my hips, like he’s apologising for holding me too tightly. Alec sags against my back.
“You’re okay?” he asks, his voice rough. “You’re all right?”
I’m still shaking. “I’m amazing,” I breathe. Alec kisses my throat softly and pulls out of me. The wet squelching sound is indecent. I moan quietly, my throbbing body clinging to him. Wetness seeps out of my arse and touches my thigh.
I’m too weak to keep myself upright. Alec carefully tips me forwards, and Fraser gathers me up in his arms, burying his face in my hair.
“You gorgeous, gorgeous girl,” he murmurs. “Never met anyone like you.”
I cuddle up into his big barrel chest, feeling his heart pound beneath my cheek. I can dimly feel Alec moving behind me, but I let my eyes fall shut. A few metres away, the loch laps against the shore.
A hand strokes my hair out of my face. I peep my eyes open to see Cameron looking down at me, his eyes black. He’s still naked, the lamplight throwing shadows over his skin. I glance lazily down at his lap, and—
Oh.