I moaned in the back of my throat as Damon filled my mouth and rode Will, pressing down harder and harder on the long ridge of his cock through my panties.
“Winter,” Damon breathed out.
I ran my tongue on the underside of his cock, tasting him drip a little and so ready. Will grabbed my hips, working me harder, so stiff and needy, too.
Damon pulled my head up and came down kissing me as I continued to rub on Will.
“Turn around,” Damon whispered.
I climbed off Will and started to turn, but then Damon shot Will an order. “Sheet,” he said.
Will threw the silk sheet over his groin, and I climbed back on, feeling his thick ridge through the smooth, silky fabric. The bed dipped behind me, and I felt Damon come up on my ass.
Then he grabbed the back of my panties and yanked, the shrill tear of fabric filling the room as he ripped them clean off my body.
He grabbed my jaw, turning my face to speak over my lips. “Head down, ass up.”
A shudder rocked through me, and I leaned over Will, arching my back and waiting to feel what I wanted.
Will held my head to his body, his body shuddering underneath me.
Damon spread my legs wider and pressed down on my back to get my ass up higher, and then he crowned me.
Just like in the haunted house.
The head of his cock pushed inside me nice and slow and then slid the rest of the way in, filling me up and touching me deep. Will’s cock rubbed against my clit through the sheet underneath me, and I started moving, knowing it was me who knew how to move to give them both what they needed at the same time. I rolled my hips in a figure eight motion, up and over Will’s cock and back and up again on Damon. Up and over, back and up. Up and over, back and up.
And when they started moving to meet me in our rhythm and grunting and panting, I knew I was doing it good.
I held myself up on my hands, riding them both, dry humping Will underneath me and backing up on Damon behind me as he fisted my hair. Will leaned up, sucking on my nipples, one after the other, and the room filled with the sounds of us fucking and needing this. Needing the connection.
Damon pushed hard and faster, and so did I, humping Will as I leaned down and kissed his chest. He held me to him as I sucked and nibbled, and in moments, we were nothing but bodies and mouths and hands and aching deep inside.
I came first, crying out and shuddering, the sensations inside me coursing through my clit and making me throw my head back and lose all control of my body. I just knelt there, the orgasm rippling through me as Will came, his body tightening and spilling in the sheet and his hands gripping my hip and breast.
Damon pushed me down, holding my shoulder at my neck, and thrust inside of me, taking me harder and harder as Will held my head to him again to keep me secure.
Damon growled under his breath, his movements fast and wild, and then he came, driving inside of me once real slow and then again, letting it go.
He jerked a few more times and collapsed on my back, damp with sweat and all three of us trying to catch our breath. My eyelids felt heavy, and I swear I could feel their heartbeats against me.
I relaxed into Will’s body, feeling Damon behind me, and even though the fear and worry over what happened earlier tonight would return tomorrow, I couldn’t think about it if I tried right now.
Right now, I never wanted to leave this room.
It wasn’t until the air grew cold and our breathing turned silent, that I peeled myself up off Will, Damon rising, too.
Will tore the spoiled sheet off the bed, and an hour later I could hear his st
eady breathing as he fell fast asleep on my left side.
Damon spooned me from behind, both of us still awake, but I knew he’d turned off the lights.
I hugged my arms to my chest as Damon held one of his over me, and now that we were all calm, I waited for the guilt to come.
The shame. The worry. The doubt.
But it didn’t. At least not yet.