26 - Gideon #2
She came apart in our hands, her breath a series of broken, shallow pants as she arched her spine, her hips thrusting upward in a desperate search for friction.
Gunner met her halfway, his fingers slick and relentless as he buried them inside her dripping pussy.
One, then two… He drove into her, his hand twisting with a primal, searching depth that hit the very center of her heat.
The room was filled with the heavy, rhythmic sound of him working inside her, the wet friction of skin on skin a visceral symphony of their shared hunger.
She was slick, swollen, and completely undone, her body tightening around him with each thrust. Her cries of bliss rose into the air.
A confession. And as I watched her shatter, I knew I was witnessing a beauty that would haunt me long after the snow melted and she was gone.
Tobias leaned over her, the head of his cock was slick, glistening in the low light as he pressed it against her lips. Brie didn’t need to be told. She opened for him, her eyes rolling back as she took him deep, accommodating his length with a desperate, throat-tightening hunger.
She choked out a muffled sound of surprise and pleasure, her body reacting to the sudden fullness. But Tobias didn’t go easy on her. He pulled back just enough to let her lungs burn for a single, gasping breath before he drove forward again.
He buried his hands in her hair, holding her head with a firm, unyielding grip that signaled his total command.
There was no more gentleness, only the relentless drive as he fucked her mouth.
I watched the way her cheeks hollowed, the way she fought for air and pleasure all at once, and the sheer, unapologetic power of it made the blood in my veins turn to liquid fire.
He was her king, Gunner was her foundation, and I was the one watching it all, knowing that every thrust brought us closer to the end of the season.
Gunner stood, his shadow momentarily eclipsing us as he stripped away the last of his clothes, but I didn’t wait for him to return. I moved into the space he left behind, settling between Brie’s thighs like I was coming home to a place I was never meant to own.
I pressed her legs wider, exposing the wet, glistening wreck we’d made of her. She was beautiful. Drenched in the evidence of our shared hunger. I traced the swollen heat of her, my thumb finding the pulse of her clit and circling it until I watched her pussy clench in a fluttering welcome.
I couldn’t wait any longer. I had to be inside her.
The first contact of my skin against hers was a shock to the system.
I thrust my cock into her hard, my weight driving deep until I was buried to the hilt, feeling the staggering heat of her swallow me whole.
The friction was exquisite. Perfect. The wet, sliding silk of her pussy against the heavy throb of my cock.
“God, Brie, you feel so fucking good.”
I moved in a slow, punishing grind that met the luscious roll of her hips as she searched for more of me.
I kept my thumb on her clit, adding to the chaos of Tobias still filling her mouth.
She was caught between us, bucking wildly against the mattress, her body a trembling mess.
The slap of my hips against her sweat-slicked skin and the muffled sounds she made around Tobias’s dick created a fever pitch that made me forget every rule I’d ever been hired to keep.
Gunner collapsed into the space beside her, his breath a broken staccato as he let her explore him.
I watched, mesmerized, as she claimed him with her free hand.
Her touch was feather-light, fingers tracing the dark line of hair that bisected his torso, circling his nipples with a slowness that made his entire frame shudder.
When her hand finally drifted lower, closing around the heavy, salt-slicked girth of his cock, Gunner let out a sharp, hissing breath that cut through the room.
I was still deep inside her, but I was no longer setting the pace.
I became a slave to the motion of her hand as she stroked him.
I mirrored every searing slide of her palm down Gunner’s shaft with a deep draw of my hips away from her.
Each time she tightened her grip and surged upward, I drove back in, harder and deeper, seeking the same friction she was giving him.
She used the heat of his own arousal leaking out of his tip to slick her path, her thumb grazing the head of his cock with a predatory grace.
The sight of it destroyed me as it did him.
We weren’t just three guys trying to make a life up in the mountains.
We were being unraveled by a woman who didn’t even have to try to bring us to our knees.
We moved as one, a singular rhythm that centered entirely on her. She was the axis of our world, and we were all spiraling toward the same inevitable collapse.
Tobias leaned back, his hips finding a punishing cadence as he drove himself deep into the heat of her mouth, his breath hitching as she drew him in.
Beside us, Gunner was a storm of tactile worship.
His hand swept a feverish path from the arch of her neck down to the heavy swell of her breasts.
He captured her nipples, his fingers alternating between a bruising pinch and a desperate caress, fueling the fire that was clearly burning her alive.
I was buried in the center of the chaos.
Every time I tried to draw back, her pussy acted like a vice, clenching around me in a fluttering pulse that refused to let me go.
It wasn’t just a physical act; it was a demand.
I heaved, my lungs burning with air that tasted of her, as I plunged back into those slick, velvet depths.
The friction was total. The walls of her body seemed to possess a life of their own, dragging me deeper, tighter, until the line between giving her pleasure and seeking my own salvation was gone.
The last remnants of our clothing were sacrificed to the heat, discarded like irrelevant artifacts of a world that no longer existed. Sweaty shirts, once damp and clinging, were ripped away, leaving nothing but the friction of skin against skin.
My thighs trembled, the muscles jumping with a fatigue that was purely electric.
A fiery, white-hot current coursed through my marrow, signaling the end of my endurance.
I tried to find the strength to pull back, to preserve some final shred of my discipline, but Brie was ahead of me.
She locked her legs around my waist and hauled me back into her pussy with surprising strength.
She set a maddening pace, rocking her hips as her moans, muffled and heavy around Tobias, grew into a crescendo of raw sound that vibrated through my own chest. She was on the edge, shivering with a tension that threatened to shatter us both.
Then she looked at me.
Through the haze of her own pleasure, she caught my gaze and gave a knowing wink. It was the most devastating thing she’d done all night. A playful, piercing reminder that she knew exactly how much power she held over me.
It was my undoing.
The last of my restraint crumbled. I drove into her one final, soul-crushing time before the world turned to static.
Jerking, groaning through my climax, I stayed put until every last drop of my desire was spent.
When it was over, I retreated to the foot of the bed, my knees hitting the floor as I sank into the shadows, limp and hollowed out, watching the woman who was about to break my heart.
A low, guttural groan ripped from Tobias’s chest, his rhythm fracturing into something erratic and desperate.
He pulled back, the air hitting him as he surrendered his position, but he didn’t move far.
He surged forward to claim her mouth in a kiss that tasted of sweat, salt, and shared secrets.
A deep, territorial bruising of lips that seemed to thank her and demand her all at once.
He collapsed onto the mattress beside her, his body heavy and humming with spent adrenaline. But his hands remained restless. He traced a path down the column of her throat, his tongue trailing a line of fire toward the swell of her breasts.
He pursued the aching, sensitive peak of her nipple with the very tip of his tongue, a flick of friction that made her entire body jump. A breathless, airy sound escaped her as she squirmed against the sheets, her skin oversensitive and glowing.
The room was thick with the scent of us, a heavy musk that clung to the shadows.
Tobias was already pulling her back into his orbit, and even from my place at the foot of the bed, I could feel the gravity of them drawing me back in, even as the cold reality of the coming spring loomed in the back of my mind.
It was an odd, new feeling. I watched Gunner and Tobias with Brie, and blood rushed to my cock, slowly reviving my erection. Instead of putting me off, having Gunner and Tobias there, touching her, pleasing her, drawing their own pleasure from her, it made me want her more.
I sat back in the armchair, catching my breath, taking everything in. I was already here, already participating in the wildest sex of my life. I was going to take in every pleasure that was on offer.
I watched, and Brie put on a show.
Her body moved like liquid. She rolled over smoothly and arched her back, facing me.
She licked her lips, watching me stroke my hardening cock.
I moved my hand up and down, growing harder with each pump of my hand.
She positioned herself, ass raised and spread, while Gunner took his place behind her.
With his hands on her hips, he slowly pushed into her.
One long, deep stroke until his body slammed against hers.
He pulled out of her almost all the way before slamming back into her quickly.
She whimpered, gripping the bedsheet. Tobias stood to the side, stroking his dick.
He was watching too, gasping when she did, stroking faster when Gunner pumped faster into Brie.