Shared by the Mountain Men

by Eddie Cleveland

  “Hey, give me a little credit. I’m not actually a teenager, I have learned a thing or two over the years.” I laugh.

  “Good, maybe you can teach me a few of them. Like how I’m supposed to keep myself from going crazy when all I want to do is grab her and… well, you know.” He finally looks at me.

  “Yeah, I know. Is it just me, or is she flirting with both of us all the time now. I mean, is it possible she wants to be with us? That’s something some women are into, right?”

  I can hope.

  “Yeah, it totally is. And yeah, I’ve noticed she’s getting more open with the comments.” Ace splits another log and then stops, burying the head of the ax into the chopping block. “Do you think you’d be comfortable talking to her about it? Like, would you even be comfortable sharing her with me?” He searches my face.

  “I would be,” I answer after giving it a second. “I know this isn’t our thing, but for some reason, with her I don’t think it would feel weird. There’s just something so natural about it, you know?”

  “I do, I get what you’re saying. But, I’m just not sure how or when we could even mention it. Like, do we bring it up like a joke? Or ask her straight up? If she’s not into it, then things could get really fucking awkward around here.” He seems to be searching the sky for answers.

  “I don’t want her to feel nervous around us.” I rub my hand over the back of my neck. “Maybe we should leave well enough alone.” I sigh.

  “Or maybe you guys should quit being such big talkers. Nothing you’re saying makes me nervous at all.” Caitlin’s voice makes us both whip around. She stands before us with her hands on her hips and her lips twisted up in a half-smile.

  Ace and I exchange a quick glance. Well, shit just got real.

  14

  Caitlin

  I jut my chin out, standing tall and bravely staring at them, but inside I’m quivering. I came out here to finally fill my lungs with something besides the stale air in the cabin. I didn’t mean to listen in on their conversation, but my ears pricked up when I heard them casually discussing whether or not they should try to fuck me.

  At the same time.

  My cheeks blazed and it wasn’t from desire. Just who do these guys think they are? Talking about sharing me between them, like it would be their call to make. But then my mind wandered, it started picturing just how that would unfold. Me naked between them. The warmth of their bodies surrounding me as four hands roam my flesh. Two mouths kissing every sensitive part of me. Two tongues worshipping me. Two cocks filling me fuller than I’ve ever dreamed of.

  It took a second to catch my breath. The heat of anger subsided and was replaced by a blaze of aching need pulsing inside me. Before I even had a chance to think, I lunged out from by the door and called them out.

  Now we’re all standing, silent and staring. Each of us wondering what happens next. I heard them say this isn’t something they’ve done before. I’ve never even considered being with two guys before Ace and Razor. Yet, when I look at them, it just feels right. I can’t really picture choosing just one. Why would I want to?

  My nipples are diamond tips under my clothes and my pussy is flooding with longing. What are they waiting for? Why isn’t anyone talking? Or moving? I start second-guessing my words. Maybe I should’ve just kept my mouth shut, but I couldn’t. Not anymore. How am I supposed to keep my mouth shut when all I want to do is take turns tasting each of their cocks?

  “So, you’re saying you want both of us to take you at the same time?” Ace’s gray eyes darken to the color of wet cliffs at the seaside, where stormy waves are crashing up against the slate with reckless abandon.

  “I am. I do.” My voice is husky and even though I’m outside, I feel like I can barely fill my lungs with all the air.

  “Do you think you’re ready for that?” Razor walks to my side and carefully runs his thumb over my forehead. “I don’t want you getting hurt,” he murmurs.

  “I’m perfectly fine.” I smile up at him. It’s impossible not to melt a little at the genuine concern I see in his bright blue eyes. “I promise,” I reassure him.

  “Good, ’cause I don’t know about him,” Ace jerks his head at his friend, “but I don’t have any intention of going soft and slow. If you want both of us, we’re gonna fill every part of you and I don’t do gentle and sweet,” he snarls.

  My breathing grows shallow and my heartbeat whooshes in my ears as I imagine them twisting me around and filling my mouth, my pussy, my ass. I swallow hard and push my nerves down, I want this. I haven’t been able to stop fantasizing about being with both of them since the night of my fever. I know if I back down now, I’ll spend the rest of my life regretting it.

  “Who said I want sweet and slow?” I challenge him, leveling him with my gaze.

  “Get over here.” Ace grabs my hand and pulls me into him with a jerk.

  His lips cover mine in an explosive kiss. His tongue drives into my mouth, exploring it like a conqueror. Behind me, Razor presses into me. Even through our jeans, I can feel his cock pressing into my ass. It’s rock hard and it feels like it’s every inch he claimed it was. I grind my hips back into him. Razor sweeps my long hair back and wraps it around his hand, and begins kissing a line down my neck.

  I arch my back and press my tits into Ace and my ass back into Razor. My senses are overwhelmed in the best way and we haven’t even gotten started.

  “Inside,” Razor breathes the demand. He backs away from me and Ace breaks our kiss. I feel instantly chilly and the few steps between all of us are miles.

  “You heard him,” Ace growls and lifts me easily from my feet. He tosses me over his shoulder and I feel a strange feeling of déjà vu for some reason. He gives my ass a crisp slap and I squirm against his thick muscles. Razor walks inside the house ahead of us and Ace carries me in.

  It takes no time to rip off our coats and boots as we move to the bedroom. My leg bumps against the bed and Ace slides his hands under my shirt and tugs it up. I lift my arms and let him pull it free from my body and toss it to the floor. Razor grabs my hips and flips me around to face him, he kisses me tenderly as his fingers unzip my jeans. He slips his hands under the waistband and cups my ass, digging his fingers into my flesh hard and nips my bottom lip in a stinging bite. Just as I’m about to protest, he kisses the pain away, and glides my pants down over my ass at the same time.

  Ace groans and unclasps my bra. His thick, meaty hands roam over my tits and he presses his thick cock, still bound by his underwear against my ass crack.

  “Oh!”

  Razor’s blue eyes glint as he yanks his shirt off and I gasp at his tight muscles, deeply defined. “I didn’t know you had tattoos,” I whisper and he smirks.

  “There’s a lot you don’t know about me.”

  “Oh yeah? Like what?” I try to keep up my tough girl act, but my words aren’t packing any punch. I can barely keep my knees from buckling as I’m caught between them.

  “Like I’m gonna get you on that bed there and eat your pussy until you’re howling at the ceiling.” He twists his hand in the fabric of my panties and jerks them down so I’m completely exposed. I step out of them and my jeans and let my open bra fall to the floor.

  “Is that a fact?” I swallow hard, trying to keep the tremors running through me contained. I can’t remember the last time I’ve been this excited for sex. I search my mind but come up completely blank.

  “It is.” He stares down at me. “And once I lick up every last drop of your cum, I’m gonna let Ace fuck you there,” he lets the back of his fingers graze my glistening mound, “while I fuck your tight little ass.”

  My eyes grow wide and any smart-ass words I thought I would say just come out as a squeak. Ace has completely stripped down and he moves to the side as Razor eases me back onto the bed. I watch each of them, Razor as he peels off his jeans and underwear, revealing his huge, steely cock. Ace as he slowly jerks his hand up and down his shaft, not like he’s trying to get off, mor
e like he can’t stop himself from touching it when he looks down at me.

  “Still want this?” Razor searches my face, checking in with me.

  I don’t say a word. I don’t think I could if I wanted to. My excitement and nerves have made my throat too tight. I nod and his eyes blaze.

  “Good girl.” He smirks and lies down across the bed. “Now slide that sweet ass over here.” He guides me so I’m straddling his face and I’m leaning out to the edge of the bed.

  Ace comes around to the side of the bed and I can’t help but stare at his fat cock. It’s so close to my face, it’s impossible to look away. Between my thighs, Razor licks a long line over my pussy and I shiver.

  “Open your sweet mouth, Caitlin,” Ace demands and I do. He guides his cock in over my lips carefully. I have to tug my head back and then take him back in slower, just to let my saliva coat him enough.

  Razor’s tongue waltzes over my clit in slow, lazy circles. I feel him press one finger, then another at my entrance. He slides them inside me, giving me just a taste of what’s to come when I’m filled full of their cocks. I press down against his hand, pushing his fingers inside me fully and gasp as his tongue begins flickering wildly against my sensitive nub. I rock on his face, his short beard pressing against my pussy lips while I suck Ace’s cock.

  Ace rests his hand on my head, guiding his member in deeper over my tongue, until I’m taking him all the way into my throat. He grunts and steps back suddenly.

  “It’s too fucking good,” he snarls. I can see the clear beads of precum promising what’s next if he didn’t make me stop.

  Razor pushes my ass down toward him, so I’m pressed deep onto his face and makes me quake with the intensity of the sensations he’s making buzz through me. I can’t hold back any longer, it’s too much. Just seeing Ace’s hard body and thick cock in my face and feeling the building waves of bliss rolling over me, my thighs clench tight on the sides of Razor’s face and I reach out and clutch onto Ace as my orgasm shreds through me.

  “Fuck!” I yelp. “Oh my God!” I grind my hips back and forth as Razor drinks my nectar down like a man dying of thirst. Crumpling forward, Ace holds me steady as Razor rolls out from under me. Next thing I know, I’m between them and all three of us are on the bed.

  “Where do you keep your condoms?” Ace looks over my shoulder at Razor.

  “The drawer behind you, grab the lube too.”

  Ace opens the drawer with a squeak and grabs a couple of foil packets. My body is still recovering with a bunch of tiny little tremors running over my skin like aftershocks when a huge earthquake hits. The guys roll condoms onto their cocks and I climb onto Ace as he lies down on the bed.

  He leans up and takes my nipple in his mouth, circling it with his tongue while he sucks it into his mouth. Behind me, Razor squirts some lubrication onto his finger and presses it against my asshole. I’m nervous about how this is going to feel, but so far, it’s been nothing short of amazing. Razor bites my shoulder and then kisses a flurry of pecks over the spot he nibbled as Ace moves to my other breast. With every swirl of his tongue, I feel a jolt of pleasure travel down from my nipple through my belly and then it blooms out to my pussy where my juices explode.

  Razor pushes his finger into my ass. “Is this okay?” I grunt a yes.

  Ace kisses my tits and it feels so good I think I’m about to cum all over again. I feel him press the head of his cock to my wet entrance and I’m eager to feel him fill me.

  “Yes,” I whisper. “Fuck me. Both of you, fuck me,” I demand.

  Ace doesn’t wait, he buries his thick cock inside me and grabs my shoulders, pressing down on me until I can feel it throbbing inside. I cry out to the ceiling and my walls stretch out to make room for his generous member. He just lies still inside me and I feel Razor’s weight against my back as he slowly but firmly presses the tip of his dick to my asshole.

  I gasp as he slides the first bit inside. It feels so tight, there’s no way I’m going to be able to take more. Not when I’ve already got Ace in my pussy. Somehow, he gets me to take more of his cock though, he takes it slow. He’s not trying to ram his dick into my ass. He just wants me to get used to feeling both of them inside me at the same time. I grimace as I try to relax.

  “There you go.” He slides his hand down my lower back and holds my ass cheeks open. “I’m almost inside.” He eases into me and the sensation of both of them buried in me, one in the front and one in the back, it’s almost too much. I’ve never felt this full in my entire life. Hell, just one of their cocks is more than I’ve ever experienced. This is just sensation overload.

  Slowly, with Ace holding my shoulders and Razor’s firm grip circling my waist the guys find their rhythm so they can both fuck me at the same time. They start to pick up speed, going faster and harder until I’m bouncing back and forth between them, my tits jiggling and their steel cocks filling me like two pistons firing at full speed.

  “Oh my…!” I can’t say another word. I tilt my head back and squeeze my eyes closed. I can’t concentrate on sight or sounds, nothing except the intense feeling of being claimed by these men. These guys who saved my life. Who have cared for me. Made me laugh. Made me horny and now, they’ve made me theirs.

  I ride them at the same time, my hands flat on Ace’s burly chest, my fingernails digging into his skin. Razor slides his hand up my back and threads his fingers in the back of my hair, giving it a tug. I can feel his cock pulse inside me and he grunts loudly in my ear as his movements grow erratic and his cum spurts into the latex barrier between us. My ass tenses around him and the walls of my pussy hug Ace as another orgasm crashes over me. All I can do is cry out, I don’t even think I’m saying words. Just a long stream of grunts and feral sounds.

  Ace pulls me forward to him and kisses me deeply as he fucks me hard. Razor pulls his cock out of my ass and leaves the bed to clean up as Ace makes good on his promise to give it to me rough. He fills me, burying his entire length with every stroke and then just stops. He keeps his member completely still inside me as his seed fills the condom. His face contorts and his muscles tense up as his cock releases every last drop.

  He kisses me again, but this time it’s slow and tender. The urgency of his need is gone now. I roll off of him and he takes a second to dispose of the used condom. Razor lies down next to me and Ace comes back to bed and sandwiches me between them.

  “Any regrets?” Ace finally asks, interrupting the silence.

  “Yeah,” I admit.

  “Really?” Ace looks over at me.

  “Shit.” Razor frowns.

  “I regret that we waited so long to do this.” I smile and they both look relieved.

  “Smart-ass.” Ace smirks.

  Razor rolls over onto his side and spoons me from behind as I lie on Ace’s chest. It feels like this is the way we’ve always been meant to be. Like, somehow, this is the perfect formula for us. Just me and Ace wouldn’t work, and neither would only Razor and me. We need all three of us for perfection.

  However long perfection lasts. My lips tug down at the thought. This is amazing, but it won’t last. At some point, probably soon, this storm will end. Then I’ll have to go back to my own life and leave the guys behind.

  I try to push the thought away, but it nags at me. I always knew this was temporary, so what’s changed. Nothing. I just need to get over it and see this for what it is. Fleeting fun. Not a long-term situation.

  Still, a girl can dream, right? I close my eyes and that’s exactly what I do.

  15

  Ace

  I’m not sure how Razor’s snores aren’t bothering Caitlin, but she’s sleeping right through the noise. Her arm is slung over me and Razor’s got his arm wrapped around her. But, while the two of them snooze, I’m just staring up at the ceiling.

  Enough of this. I carefully slip out from under Caitlin’s arm and twist my pillow down so she’s hugging that instead. Lightly tiptoeing across the floor, I grab my discarded underwear and p
ut them back on before heading out the door.

  Gunnar jumps up from where he’s lying next to the front door and greets me. His long tail thumps into everything as he makes his way to my side. Luckily, we learned long ago to keep breakable stuff out of his path. He’s a huge dog, but he still thinks he’s a small puppy most of the time.

  The funniest is when he still tries to curl up in my lap on the sofa. It’s something he could do when he was only two months old, but now that he’s a full-grown Newfoundland, he weighs one hundred and fifty pounds. It always makes me laugh when he jumps up there, the look of hope glimmering in his soulful chocolate eyes as he hopes I forget that he’s gotten bigger.

  “Hey, buddy.” I lean down and pet behind his floppy ears. “Were you waiting for me? You’re a good boy, aren’t you?” I praise him and he tilts his big boxy head. I run my hand over his shaggy fur and give his favorite spot down the front of his neck a good scratch. He flops down onto his butt with a thump and jiggles his foot in the air until he’s beating it against the floor. He loves that. When I stand back up he sneezes at me indignantly, giving me a hard time for stopping.

  “Yeah, yeah. I can’t pet you all day,” I answer his doggy protest. “How about I get you a treat, huh? Think you’d like that?”

  That perks him up. There’s nothing he loves more than one of the old caribou bones we keep in the deep freezer for him. He dances in circles as I dig one out for him.

  “All right, sit.”

  Thump. His fluffy butt hits the floor.

  “Good boy. Catch.” I toss it to him and he snaps it up in his powerful jaw. Gunnar immediately prances off down the hall, eager to gnaw into the bone alone. He always does that with things he really loves eating. He goes off and hides out of view, just in case one of us is going to try to get him to share his slobber covered prize.