I let my free hand move down the middle of her stomach and slip underneath her shorts. I strum my finger on the outside of her panties, giving her throbbing clit a little bit of attention. She bites down into my shoulder as I let my fingers press down between her pussy folds and feel how damp she is.
I take in a deep, strangled breath. I want to rip off every bit of clothing until she’s butt naked on the dirt floor. I want to spread her legs, the sound of leaves crunching under her as I thrust into her over and over. I’m almost at my limit and that’s when I pull away.
My hand dips out from between her legs and I let go of her wrists. Her eyes open slowly as I lift myself from the ground, holding my hand out for her. She rubs at her red wrists and she throws me a look of confusion. I try to play it off and look in the direction that Max left. “We should go get him. We don’t want him pouting all day.” She takes my hand and I lift her into the air, crashing into me.
I can practically smell how wet she is. We lock eyes for a moment and her hand lingers on my chest. “You’re right,” she breathes and pulls down on her shorts, covering up the red marks from the hard ground.
She’s the first to take a step forward. I take a moment to take in those sweet cheeks of hers before I run up behind her and slap one of them. I run past her and stick out my tongue.
“You asshole,” she laughs and chases after me. I roar with laughter and alternate between watching where I’m going and seeing her laugh.
This almost feels too good to be true.
20
Max
I pull the fishing rod back and heave it over my shoulder. The fishing float zips through the air and hits the middle of the lake. I sit back in my little camp chair, listening to the sound of dragonflies and crickets.
I shouldn’t have walked away from both of them. I shouldn’t have let them get on my nerves like that.
It was only teasing, I remind myself. I need to get a better grasp of my emotions.
Sometimes I don’t even understand what’s going on. I’m not usually like this, so in tune with my feelings and thoughts. And I certainly don’t broadcast them to Blake or any girl that I’ve been with for that matter. But this time it feels different.
I’ve known Rose for a couple months now. And I still can’t get enough of her. I don’t want this to end between the two… three of us. The thought of sharing her with Blake is growing on me, especially after the other night. It worked out a lot better than I’d hoped.
I pull on the reel, the fishing bobber skipping along the water. I was never much of a fisherman, but I always liked the peace and quiet of it all. Out here I can think things through, not like in the city where everything is always on the move and loud.
The tall grass behind me rustles and I get up from my seat. I’ve heard that there are wild bears around these parts. I tighten my fists and get ready to fight when Rose’s head breaks through the tall grass, her plush cheeks coming first and that grin of hers.
My cock throbs at the mere sight of her. She’s still wearing the short shorts and white shirt, although they’re a little dirtier since I left the campsite.
“So, this is where you ran off to?” She takes a step forward and trips over a branch. I run forward and grab her before she falls on her face, her cheeks turning a rosy red. “Thanks,” she mutters, her hands gripping hard onto my biceps.
She looks up at me with those milky chocolate eyes and I get lost in them. I pull her into me until I can almost feel the beat of her heart against my chest. She’s so small and fragile against me. And all I can think about is wanting to be with her and protecting her for the rest of my life.
“Woah, you guys need to slow down.” Blake’s voice breaks through the moment. Rose pulls away from my touch and grabs the fishing rod off the ground. She eyes it for a moment, turning it to the side. “Or at least make room for me.”
I ignore Blake and turn my attention to her. It’s almost picture perfect. Her standing by the side of the lake with the fishing pole in her hand, the sun setting out in front of her. I take a mental picture of it and take a step forward. “Have you ever fished before?” I ask, taking up my spot behind her.
“No, but I’ve always wanted to learn.” She pulls on the reel at the end; the fishing bobber sinks under the water. “Oh, did I break it?” She looks up at me and my cock hurts as it pushes against the inside of my jeans. She couldn’t have been more adorable with her question.
Adorable. A month ago that word would have never crossed my mind to describe a girl, but a lot has changed in the last month.
“You’re fine,” I answer. I take her small hand into mine and help her reel the fishing line in. I clean the seaweed off the hooks and grab a couple of kernels of sweet corn from the can. “You’ll need to put these on the hook.” I lay them in her hand and hold the rod while she tries to get them on without poking herself.
Blake leans against the willow tree behind me, watching us work. For the first time in a long time, he’s being quiet. I’ve never seen him like this before. He smiles at us while Rose finishes putting the corn on the hooks.
He’s also changed in this last month. He’s more in control of his emotions and more sure of himself than ever before. I look down at Rose and it’s all because of this amazing woman right here. Of that I’m sure.
“Done,” she announces and turns to look up at me. She holds the bobber up in the air in front of her for me to see. Her lips are plush and her cheeks are red. Her eyes are shining as the sun sets across the lake.
“Okay. The next part is a little tricky.” I give her the pole and stand next to her. “You want to lean back with the string behind you and throw it over your shoulder as hard as you can.” I do a couple of demonstrations for her with an imaginary pole before she nods. I take a step to the side and she looks at me, nervous.
“How do I know if I did it right?”
“You’ll hear it.”
She looks at the pole in her hand and leans back. Her little hands grip hard onto the end of the pole and she lurches forward. The whizz of the fishing line coursing through the air sounds off. The fishing bobber lands at the far end of the lake.
“Is that it?” she asks, holding the pole and jumping in the air. “Did I, do it?” She eyes us, her eyes sparkling.
“You did it,” Blake says behind me.
“What now?”
“You can reel it back or wait for the line to grow rigid,” I answer and get close to her, already missing her warmth.
She nods at my words and sits down in the chair. I kneel beside her and let my hand linger on her thigh. She looks straight ahead; her full concentration is on the fishing bobber in front of her. We sit in silence for what seems like forever before Rose sits up in her chair. Blake and I lean over as her hand takes hold of the reel.
“I feel it. I feel it,” she mutters under her breath. Her hand spins the reel slowly and the bobber dips into the water a little.
“You’ll want to be slow with it. Make sure that the fish is hooked on properly,” I whisper and watch her nod.
She spins the reel and bites down on her lip. Behind me, Blake chuckles under his breath and I throw him a look. I don’t want her to break concentration, even if she looks cute as hell right now.
She reels hard and leans back into her chair, the top of the fishing pole bending. “I got something,” she yells. A nearby flock of birds fly off the nearest tree as she continues to shout.
It takes a couple of swear words and a couple drops of sweat before Rose can get the bobber close to shore. She grabs hold of the fishing line and leans over.
“What did you get?” I ask and watch as she dips her teeth into the water. She holds the pole in one hand while the other pulls up on the line. A small catfish pops its head out of the water, the hook caught in its lip. It stares at us and opens its mouth slowly before its tail splashes in the water.
“It’s so small. Can we put it back?” Rose looks at us, then back at the fish.
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sp; I nod. Blake kneels over and takes the hook out of the fish’s mouth before putting him in Rose’s hands. She runs her fingers down his spine and nearly drops him when he swipes with his tail. She holds him for a second longer, turning him toward her so that they are face to face. She looks at him before she leans over and drops him into the water. All of us watch him swim away, before Rose jumps into the air and throws her hands around us.
“What’s this for?” I ask, my hand running down the side of her back.
“It’s a thank you for this,” she says. “I don’t think I’ve ever been so happy before.” She gets up to the tip of her toes and kisses us on each cheek. Blake pulls away and throws a hand behind his head, running it through his hair. I can’t tell if it is the sunset or if his cheeks are red, but I don’t say anything.
We stand there for a couple minutes, watching the sunlight arch through the trees. I pull Rose harder into me and she holds onto my shirt. I can feel my heart hurt as I look down at her.
Is this what love feels like?
21
Rose
The way back to camp is filled with touching and groping. Neither of the boys can keep their hands off me and vice versa. By the time we make it back to camp, we’re all laughing.
I make my way over to my small tent and unzip it. “So, what do you guys want to do?” I move my hips side to side slowly, feeling their intense gaze on me.
“You can’t be serious right now,” Blake says and walks toward me. “I got her.” He dips down fast and throws me over his shoulder, his hand patting my ass. I laugh and shout as he takes me over to their tent. It’s three times the size of mine. We’re going to need the room with what they have in mind.
Blake stops in front of the tent and Max’s hand touches my cheek. I quiet down and he holds me for a moment before his lips touch mine. My feet relax and I let them take control of me.
“I think she’s ready,” Max laughs when he pulls away.
Blake shrugs his shoulder, throwing me into the air a little, and spreads my legs. His hand moves up my legs and feels between them. “She’s already soaked. Better get down to it,” he growls and takes me inside the tent like a caveman.
Blake lays me down on the sleeping bags. I open my mouth to question their approach when they get to work. Max pulls my white top over my head and Blake pulls my shorts off before I can utter a word. They sure are fast workers when they want to get something.
I bring my hands over my almost nude body and look at them. With the sun going down, the temperature is dropping fast and a shiver rolls up my spine. They look at me with hunger in their eyes. Blake tries to open my legs but I pull away from his touch.
“I’m not the only one who’s going to be freezing. Neither of you get anything until you undress.” I thought that I would have to put up a fight for them to agree but they nod and undress. I bite down on my tongue as waves of abs come out.
“Better?” Max asks. He holds his hands up in front of him, his chest and arms flexing.
“Better,” I mumble, my eyes switching between their bulges. A pang of pleasure spreads through me, sending the cold away from my body. My cheeks blush and I try to cover them up.
“Good, ‘cause I’m hungry,” Blake says and runs his tongue along his lips. He parts my legs and starts to kiss up the inside of them. “And you’re just what I’m craving.”
Max’s hand pushes down on my chest and I fall on the sleeping bags. His blue eyes shine in the darkness and his lips press against mine. His hand pulls aside the bra and he plays with my breasts, his fingers rubbing my nipples. I curse under my breath and pull on Max’s neck, letting myself indulge in his taste.
It’s not long before I feel Blake’s tongue on my clit. Fire courses through me and I let out a moan. My hands shoot down between my legs and I hold Blake there, as his tongue laps at my pussy.
“Do you like it when he eats you out?” Max whispers. “Do you like his tongue on your pussy, Rose?” He nibbles down at my neck, his stubble tickling my skin.
I nod my head.
“I want to hear you say it,” he commands. “Say it for me, Rose.”
“I love when he eats me out,” I mutter and drive my hips into Blake’s mouth. I hold his head in place and gyrate my hips up and down, getting used to his tongue and letting them take over.
Max opens his mouth and takes a nipple into his mouth. My hands shoots outward and my nails dig into the cheap polyester of the sleeping bags. The sound of tearing fills the air, but nobody stops.
Moan after moan leaves my lips. Orgasm after orgasm crashes down on me. Their hands touch every part of my body. Their lips fulfill my every need.
“How does she taste, Blake?”
“Amazing. You need to try this for yourself.” Blake’s tongue leaves my clit and he moves up next to me. Max is quick to take his spot, his tongue between my folds and his fingers at my entrance. He’s more forceful, his lips sucking at my clit.
“Do you want me to fuck you?” Max growls. Max spreads my legs open and stares down at my pussy, licking my juices off his lips.
“Yes,” I cry. “Yes!”
He inches forward and I prepare myself mentally for him. I’ve never been with someone as big as either of them. And it’s been a long time since I’ve been with another man. He pushes a finger into my tight pussy, and my mouth opens in a wide O.
“That’s perfect, Rose,” Blake mutters to me and pulls down his briefs. He pushes his cock into my mouth, his hands holding my head up to take him whole. He strokes into me as Max sends two of his fingers inside, stretching me apart.
My body shakes at the sensations coursing through me. I want to moan out their names. To let them know not to stop, but I can’t. Not with Blake’s cock in my mouth.
Max runs his hand down the side of my leg, leaving a trail of goosebumps behind. His fingers grip my ass and spread my cheeks. I look at him and want to moan, his finger playing at my asshole.
I’ve never given that to anyone before, but for some reason I want to with them. I want to feel them to fill me up. I want them both inside of me at the same time.
Max presses on my tight asshole. “You’re so tight back here,” he growls. He slowly pushes a finger inside and I groan with pleasure. I reach out and pull Blake toward me, sending his shaft down my throat. I don’t know what else to do with myself.
“Fuck! I want you so bad, Rose Collins. I need you.” Max lifts himself up and I watch as he rolls a condom down his cock. Both Blake and I watch as Max positions himself at my entrance and teases at me. “Should I give it to her, Blake? Do you think she wants it?”
I look up at Blake and nod my head furiously. I so want it. I want both of them.
Blake looks down at me and pulls his cock out of my mouth. Precum and saliva drips down the side of my mouth, and all I can think about is taking him back into me.
“Give it to me. I need it,” I whimper. It’s been so long since I’ve been fucked. I’m tired of all the teasing.
“I don’t know. She doesn’t seem like she wants it that bad,” Blake says. I reach for his cock and squeeze it before stroking him. His body tenses up at my touch and he wants to say something, but his bottom lip just quivers. I reach out with my legs and wrap them around Max, pulling him into me. If they aren’t going to give me what I want, I’ll just take it.
I force Max to push all his length into me. Stretching me in one stroke. His body crashes into mine and I wail out in pleasure, my thighs bouncing against his sides. He holds himself for a little bit, letting both of us get used to each other.
“How is she?” Blake manages to grunt out. “Is she tight?”
“So fucking tight,” Max mutters, clearly trying to hold himself together. My legs fall to the side and he slowly pulls out of me before he drives back into me. Blake’s cock almost flies out of my hand at the impact. My head rocks back into the cushion of the bags and I can’t keep myself together. Blake leans over and opens my mouth, his cock filling my void.
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“Do you like our cocks inside of you?” Blake asks.
I nod to his words. It’s the only thing I can do. I can’t concentrate and I can’t talk. Hell, I can hardly breathe at this point. Wave after wave of satisfaction runs through every inch of my body.
I can’t believe that it’s been so long since I got laid. I can feel the tension leave my shoulders as the pit of my stomach coils at each of their thrusts.
“I have an idea,” Max says, pulling his cock out of me. I groan as the emptiness fills me. Max grabs my hips and flips me around. He grabs my ass and makes me leave it up in the air. Blake seems to understand what’s going on because he takes a spot in front of me. “Hold still for us,” Max mutters as he dips back into me. I open my mouth to cry out in pleasure, only to be plugged up by Blake’s cock.
My palms dig into the ground as Max pushes from behind, his hips rocking into me and sending me forward onto Blake’s cock. Every thrust from Max makes me swallow more and more of Blake.
“This was a great idea,” Blake groans and wraps his fingers around the back of my head. He holds me there as Max grabs my ass cheeks and pummels his length into me. I close my eyes and concentrate on the sensations coursing through my body. I’ve never been so filled before.
One of Max’s fingers touches my entrance and dips into it a little. There is a slight pain as he pushes his finger into my asshole, but it’s replaced by pleasure as he strokes into me. I quiver and pull back, letting a loud whimper leave my lips.
“Do you like this?” Max asks and reaches for my hair. He pulls on it until Blake’s cock pops out of my mouth and I’m forced to look at him. “Do you like being fucked, Rose Collins?” The words are seething with lust as he strokes into me, our bodies smacking against each other.
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