He slipped one finger into me, his tongue circling nonstop now. "Like that?"
His finger curled, delving in, retreating.
"No," I breathed. "More fingers. All three of them."
He sucked my clit into his mouth again, adding his middle and ring finger inside me, and now I felt the stretch and the ache, and he slid them in and curled them against my high upper wall, scraping, and I shuddered.
"Like that?"
"Fuck yes." My nipples were hard and sharp, now, sensitive as all hell, each touch thrilling through me. "Now make me come."
He laughed at my eagerness, reaching up to pinch my nipple with his free hand, his three fingers sliding in and out, curling perfectly, and his tongue flicked and circled, up and down and then in circles, driving me closer and closer to the edge.
I was playing with one nipple, he was playing with the other, and had three fingers inside me, and I had his head clutched in my hand, pulling him hard against me, my hips grinding, my foot pressing against the wall.
Mere seconds...I lasted mere seconds under that furious onslaught of sensation, and then I came with a scream, which I only barely muffled by biting my lip. He didn't slow when I came, though. Instead, he shifted tactics, thrusting his fingers in and out of me hard and fast now, fucking me with his fingers, and his lips suctioned around my clit, and his fingers pinched my nipple so hard I gasped in pain, but the gasp of pain turned into a scream I couldn't bite down on hard enough. A second orgasm rocked through me, my hips driving against his mouth.
"One more," Corin murmured.
And again, he switched tactics. Keeping his fingers inside me, he pressed the fingers of his other hand against my clit and strummed it like guitar strings, still fucking me with his other hand. I took both nipples in my fingers again, squeezing and pinching. He stared up at me, and I kept my eyes on his as he played me expertly to another thrashing orgasm. This one wasn't just a clitoral orgasm, though. Oh no...this one was vaginal, and had the added stimulus of my fingers pinching my throbbing aching nipples.
When I came, it was so hard I became dizzy. Everything inside me twisted and exploded, and I screamed past gritted teeth, my pussy clamping down on his furiously thrusting fingers, my breasts feeling like they were about to pop, my clit engorged and screaming. Everything...it was just everything. An orgasm so potent my scream was ragged and dissolved into sobs. My leg gave out and Corin caught me, letting me slip down to the floor. I was shaking and gasping, sobbing, not really crying but just...sobbing from raw overwhelmed overstimulated shattering ecstasy. He kept his fingers inside me, leaning over me, and he latched onto my nipple with his mouth, sending me into thrashing paroxysms, and then when I couldn't take it anymore and pushed his head away, he danced his mouth over mine, teasing, kissing.
It took a moment for me to reorient myself, to gather control over my limbs. When I could see straight and function, Corin lifted me to my feet, and immediately pinned me against the wall, his erection thrust against my core.
"I need you, T," he murmured. "I need to feel you come around my cock."
At that moment, there was the slam of the cabin door. "Hey you two, don't hog all the hot water!" Canaan called out.
"Be out in a second!" Corin shouted back. "Dammit," he hissed, wincing as I backed away from him.
I shut the water off. "I won't leave you hanging, I promise," I whispered to him.
We got out of the shower and I snagged our towels, taking a moment to towel off most of the way, and then we wrapped up and stepped out of the bathroom. Aerie and Canaan both had towels cinched around them, and they were both dripping wet, shivering, and obviously just out of the lake.
"Fuck yes," Aerie mumbled. "Hot water. I'm freezing."
Canaan shoved her into the bathroom playfully as Corin and I left it. Canaan yanked at the bottom edge of Aerie's towel, which came loose and hit the floor, and then she turned around and returned the favor, yanking Canaan's off. Corin and I just watched, either stunned or fascinated or both, as this played out in front of us. Aerie danced backward out of Canaan's reach, her tits bouncing side to side, and then she twisted to turn on the hot water as Canaan caught her, his hands sliding around her waist, then palming her ass.
"Come here, you," he growled, pulling her toward himself.
Aerie giggled. "Can't get much more over there," she murmured. "Maybe shut the door, though?"
Canaan glanced over his shoulder at Corin and me. "Oh, right." He grinned. "Forgot about that."
"Must have gotten distracted," Aerie teased.
Canaan shut the door with his foot, but not before we saw Aerie's hand close around Canaan.
Corin blinked at the closed door, and the muffled laughs and other sounds coming from the shower. "Um."
I turned away from the door to face Corin. Being somewhat drunk, still, I said what otherwise would have kept to myself. "So, um...how weird is it that I'm turned on by that?"
Corin's sigh was a gusty breath of relief. "Thank fuck you said that first."
I laughed. "So it turned you on, too?"
He shrugged. "It was oddly and uncomfortably hot, yes." He wandered over to the fireplace, and crouched in front of it, poking the logs, turning them, stirring the coals, and then added a couple more logs, doing all of this while still wearing his towel, visibly tented by his erection. "There have been a few moments like that, tonight."
I shook my head. "Nope, nope, nope, still not talking about what happened at the lake."
"No?" He stood up, dusting off his hands.
I closed the space between us. "Nope. I can admit to a strange arousal, but I'm not ready to talk about the lake."
"Yeah, same here."
I dropped my gaze to the towel cinched around his waist. "I promised you I wouldn't leave you hanging."
"You did, didn't you?" He stood with his arms crossed over his chest.
I untucked the edge of his towel, pulled it off of him and tossed it aside; I finally had him naked, finally had a moment to really absorb his sexy, sensual, tattooed body. And god, oh god was he fucking sexy. Washboard abs, a V-cut so defined my nipples puckered, rounded, muscular shoulders, toned arms, thick thighs, and that cock...holy fuck, that cock. Almost as thick as my wrist, standing straight against his belly with a very subtle inward curve. All his tattoos, his piercings, that almost-arrogant smirk on his lips. Even that touch of arrogance turned me on. He knew he was sexy, and he knew I was attracted to him.
"You," I said. "You're hot as fuck, Corin, you know that?"
He laughed, shaking his head. "I'm glad you like me."
"Like you?" I scoffed. "Like you?"
He tilted his head. "Not strong enough?"
I shook my head, reaching for him. "Nope. Not even close. You're so sexy it makes me...I don't know. I'm having trouble describing it."
"Thirsty?" he suggested.
I laughed, nodding. "Exactly. Thirsty as fuck. One look at you, and I'm...I'm a quivering wet mess of sexual need."
His fingers reached under the hem of my towel. "Quivering wet, huh?"
I batted his hand away and danced out of reach. "Oh no, you start that again and I'm going to find myself being eaten out again."
"Would that be a bad thing?"
"No, not at all. But I promised you I wouldn't leave you hanging, and you've been hard for a long time without relief." I tossed my towel aside to stand naked in front of him. "Plus, being thirsty as fuck, I want to touch you."
"Just touch me?"
"And stuff." I grasped his cock again.
"What kind of stuff?" he asked, eyes fluttering as I stroked him.
I leaned close, putting my mouth to his ear. "We're not fucking tonight, Corin."
"We're not?"
I shook my head. "Nope."
He ground into my hand. "Yeah, that's a good idea."
"You're with me?"
He growled in irritation as I let go of him. "Yeah, I'm with you."
"You are?" I met his gaze.
> "I want to have sex with you, but..." He shrugged, and I knew he was as sloshed as I was, but I saw lucidity in his eyes. "Not here, not like this."
I grasped his hot, thick cock again. "Exactly. I want you alone, all to myself."
"So let's--"
I forestalled his question with a raised hand. "Shush, Cor."
"Shush?"
I touched his lips with my fingers. "Shush."
He laughed. "I'm not used to a bossy girl, T, gotta be honest. Usually I'm the one in charge."
"I'll let you be in charge later," I teased.
His gaze wasn't amused. "Tate, when I take charge, there won't be any letting involved. Believe that."
"Oh really?"
"Fucking really."
I shivered at the fiery promise in his eyes, knowing he wasn't playing, wasn't teasing, and wasn't exaggerating. I knew that when he decided he wanted to take over there wouldn't be a damn thing I could do except go with it.
And that was something I was looking forward to...a lot. I was a girl who was always in control, always in charge. If I couldn't control the situation, I left. My mouth may run wild, and I may act crazy, but that's me being me. That's just how I am. When it came to these types of situations, when it came to men? Yeah, I was always in charge. It was exhausting, though, and I've always secretly yearned to find a man who could take control from me, who I trusted enough to give control to.
Tonight, though, was just about Corin and I exploring each other a little. The big test would when we were sober, and alone.
There was a huge, thick quilt folded on the bed and I took it, and spread it out on the floor by the fire. "Lay down, Cor."
He lay down on his back, arms crossed under his head. His cock was thick and hard against his belly, veiny and pink, the head plump and broad, glistening wet with pre-cum. "I am at your mercy, m'lady." He stroked himself. "Take me as you wish."
"I'm half tempted to have you jerk off so I can watch. That'd be hot." I sank to my knees beside him.
"Next time we're apart, maybe," he suggested.
"We could FaceTime each other."
He nodded. "I like that idea. Mutual masturbation while FaceTiming."
I ran my hands over his abs, relishing the hard grooves of muscle, and then I ran my hands up his chest, cupping his firm pecs, and then back down, teasing him and myself. We both knew what I was going to do, and I was enjoying the way he was squirming, anticipating my touch, my mouth.
Instead of giving him what he expected, though, I straddled him, bent over him. "Don't get too excited," I warned. "I haven't changed my mind."
"Neither have I."
I shifted up his body to drape my breasts against his face, reaching between my thighs to toy with the head of his dick, letting him nuzzle my tits. Corin moaned in bliss as he nudged my breasts with his nose and mouth, flicking his tongue over my nipple, then burying his face between them again. I slid down his body, which was a monstrous tease for both of us, my pussy scraping directly over his cock. One thrust, and he'd be inside me. But truly, I wasn't ready. I didn't want to be drunk the first time I finally had sex with Corin; I was sober enough to know that much, and to let that rule what I did.
He seemed to understand, since he didn't try to enter me as I slid over him. He did groan in frustration, though. "Jesus, T, you can't tease me like that. A guy's self-restraint can only go so far, you know?"
"It's a tease for me, too," I said.
"Then why do it?"
I kept sliding down his body until his cock was between my breasts. "Because teasing us both is fun."
"Fun? Not the word I would use."
"When we finally get some real privacy, you'll thank me."
"I'll be thanking you in a few minutes," he murmured.
"A few minutes? I think that's generous," I said. "I don't plan on letting you last a few minutes."
"No?" He grated the words, watching as I clutched my tits and framed them around his cock.
"Oh, no." I slid downward, so the tip of his cock peeked up over the top of my tits. "Not even close."
He moaned, his head flopping backward. "Jesus, Tate."
"Yeah?" Up, then, slowly. "You like this?"
"Like it? Do I like it? Not even close to a strong enough word." He let his hips flex, thrusting. "I swear I've had wet dreams about doing this."
"To me?"
"The wet dreams never featured a face, just a pair of perfect breasts." He exhaled sharply, hips moving. "Now that I'm watching you do this, those perfect tits in my wet dreams were yours."
"You're ridiculous." I laughed.
"No, for real." His eyes met mine. "As a teenager, I jerked off thinking about you."
"You did?" I paused in my movement.
"Oh yeah. After that day at the beach, remember?"
Somehow, I knew exactly what he was referring to, and I had to laugh. "Yeah, I remember." Our eyes met. "And I may or may not have flicked my bean thinking about you, after that day at the beach."
"No shit, really?"
I laughed. "You were so sexy in those stupid board shorts with your stupid abs and your stupid bulge and your stupid sexy grin."
He growled. "You in that damn bikini. Couldn't take my eyes off you."
"I know." I laughed. "You stared to the point of awkwardness."
"Can you blame me? You're fucking incredible. Then, and now."
I slid downward again, until his cock stuck up out the top of my cleavage, and now I was out of patience.
I wanted him.
I wanted to feel him come.
I wanted to taste him.
8
Corin
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I was on the edge already, because I'd been on the edge the entire time she'd been straddling me. I'd nearly come when she slid her pussy over me, and had only barely held it back. Then she'd treated me with this titty-fucking, which was something I very truthfully had fantasized about when I was younger. Not her specifically, like I'd said. Just...big, juicy, wet tits sliding up and down my cock, the plump mounds of flesh clutched in her hands, jerking them up and down.
Exactly what she was doing, staring up at me, stroking her big perfect tits up and down the length of my cock.
And then she dropped them, her eyes filled with hunger.
Holy shit, there she went. Ohhh god. Oh god...
I ached. I hurt. I needed release so bad I was crazy with it. And the look in her eyes? I was about to get it. I held my breath in anticipation, my skin tingling, cock throbbing. Tate's eyes were locked on mine, a hungry, lust-rife expression on her beautiful face as she slid her tits up and down the length of my aching cock, teasing me. A moment or two more, and there'd be no more teasing.
Tate slid up my body, and then sat up, breast swaying in the dim orange light of the dying fire. She reached for my cock, biting her lip.
Yes, god, please...
I heard the shower shut off right then, and then I heard the knob twist. I heard Canaan's voice saying something, and then the door creaked open.
"Shit!" Tate hissed, and ducked down, tucking her head onto my chest and draping the blanket over us.
My heart was pounding, my cock aching so bad it was agony.
Canaan and Aerie tiptoed across the room, clutching towels against their fronts, and climbed into the bed, tossing their towels aside at the last second.
"This is gonna be interesting in the morning," I said, and Aerie yelped in surprise, yanking the blanket over her head. "All of us are naked, and I don't have the slightest idea where any of our clothes are."
"Let's just...maybe handle that in the morning?" Aerie suggested, peeking out from underneath the edge of the blanket.
"There's no point in any of us being shy anymore, though, is there?" Tate asked. "I mean, that would be a little silly at this point."
"T?" Canaan said.
"Yeah, Cane?"
"Hush, babe. It's sleepy time."
Tate just laughed. "You can't shush me, Canaan."
"Sure I can. Just did."
I laughed. "All right y'all. Everyone shut the fuck up. I'm trying to sleep."
Silence.
"We are all very drunk," Aerie pointed out, apropos of nothing.
"Yes," Tate agreed. "Yes, we are."
"So, I'm just saying, what happens at the cabin when we're drunk stays at the cabin when we're sober."
A moment of silence stretched out as we all processed what she'd said.
Tate was the first to start laughing. "I'm not sure if that makes sense or not."
"It's either genius or nonsense," I added, between peals of laughter. "Not sure which."
Aerie was laughing too. "It sounded smart in my head, but now I'm not sure it makes any sense either. But then, I'm still seeing double, and it feels like I'm about to fall off the world."
"Put one foot on the floor," I suggested. "Helps with the spinning."
"I can't. I'm on the inside," Aerie responded.
"Oh." I tried to think of a helpful alternative, but couldn't.
Tate to the rescue, however. "Maybe just hold on to Cane real tight and hope the spinning passes?"
Aerie snickered. "Oh, I'm holding on all right," she muttered, insinuation heavy in her voice. "I'm holding on real tight."
I groaned. "Oh, come on. That's my brother!"
Tate smacked my chest. "And that's my sister. Like I said, there's no point in any of us acting all shy at this point."
Canaan's voice cut in over the conversation. "SLEEPY-TIME NOW. NO MORE TALKY-TALK." More quietly, then. "Seriously, it's like a teenage sleepover: nobody ever shuts up."
Finally, a real, true, lasting silence swept over the room.
I held on to Tate, felt her breathing slow, felt her body loosen and grow heavy. In all the hook-ups I'd ever had, I'd never actually just slept with a girl before--not counting falling asleep between rounds, I mean. So this was weird.
Or at least, it should have been.
But...it wasn't.
At all.
Having Tate in my arms, naked, sleeping...it felt absolutely normal, in a heady, crazy, heart-palpitating sort of way. Like, my heart was swelling and thumping and I didn't want to fall asleep, because it felt so amazing to just have her snugged into my arms, her soft skin all over mine, her breath on my chest, her hair tickling my nose, her hand draped casually just above my cock, which was still hard as a rock, throbbing painfully, but finally starting to subside a little, thank god. Despite the ache and frustration of the climax I'd been denied, feeling myself fall asleep with Tate like this?
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