Axel lay on her right side, closest to the fire, while Gunnar lay on her left. Their mouths and hands skimmed over her body, never letting the slow burn of arousal wane. Her breasts were never left unattended, nor was her pussy. Someone’s fingers teased her clit and slowly pumped into her pussy, but she didn’t have the energy to look up and see who.
Gunnar suckled her breasts as if he’d die without them. Axel nibbled on her shoulder, her belly, moving, always moving, keeping her unbalanced. Which was okay, because she was flat on her back. She didn’t need her balance.
And she damn sure didn’t want him—want them-to stop.
Dakota closed her eyes again and spread her legs wide, letting them know she was ready for more-more of whatever they wanted to give, to take. She was theirs for this moment, and having already experienced the most outstanding orgasms of her life with these two, she desperately wanted—no, needed-more. So much more. She wanted it all.
Gunnar moved, cool air brushing against her side when his body separated from hers. She opened her eyes and watched him. He went on his knees near her head, his cock long, thick and gorgeously hard. He wrapped his hand around the base of his shaft and came toward her with it.
She grinned as a deliciously wicked sensation zinged through her, and she opened her mouth for him.
Tangy. Sweet. She took him as deep as she could, gently suckling, and was rewarded with a soft male purr of satisfaction.
After donning a condom, Axel moved too, on his knees between her thighs, which he lifted and laid over his own, raising her ass off the floor just a bit. The tip of his cock teased her pussy, and she quivered all over in anticipation of him entering her.
Just as Gunnar withdrew and slid back into her mouth with a shallow thrust, Axel speared her with his thick cock. Her eyes widened, and she grunted around Gunnar’s dick.
“Take it all,” Gunnar said, his voice low and rough.
“You can, sugar. We want everything you have to give.”
“Oh, fuck,” Axel whispered. “She’s so slick.” He withdrew and thrust again.
Dakota moaned as Axel’s cock slid so smoothly into her, so deep. She barely had enough concentration to focus on Gunnar, but she managed to tease his cock with her tongue, stroking under the head, and then very lightly skimmed her teeth over him as he started to withdraw.
He hissed and jerked, then pushed deeper into her mouth on the next small thrust.
She swallowed and sucked hard on his length.
“That’s it.” He buried his fingers in her hair and held her head still. “Yeah.”
Axel lifted her hips higher, holding her ass suspended in the air as if she weighed nothing, and slammed into her so hard, she slid back an inch on the blanket. She raised her legs and rested her ankles on his shoulders.
“Perfect,” Axel said, but his voice was strained, tight, and when she glanced at him out of the corner of her eye, his face was flushed, his teeth gritted in a grimace of erotic agony.
The sight of him that way, so restrained, notched up her lust, and she gripped Gunnar’s cock in one hand, urging him closer until he fell forward, his hands on the floor on the other side of her head, his rippled abs right in her face.
She sucked him hard, pumping him with her hand in the same rhythm that Axel stroked into her. On each deep thrust from Axel, he bumped her G-spot at just that right angle, and she knew this wouldn’t last long.
Gunnar grunted, groaned and seemed to be fighting a need to fuck her face by restraining almost all movement—his and hers. “Oh, fuck…Dakota…” His plea came out husky, almost breathless.
She worked harder to make him lose control by cupping his balls in her hand and lightly tugging them as she sucked, licked, and swallowed his cock.
The sounds they made, low and guttural, purely primal, pushed her closer and closer to the edge of ecstasy. She thrust her hips in time to Axel’s. And when he lifted her ass just a bit higher, when the pressure on her G-spot became more pronounced, she moaned, she bucked. She sucked Gunnar’s cock harder.
“Axel,” Gunnar gritted out in an urgent growl. Axel reached under her and pressed a finger into her anus.
She tensed, her eyes wide, every muscle in her body tightening. She groaned, the sound vibrating around Gunnar’s cock.
And then it was like magic.
Gunnar and Axel shouted in unison. Hot, tangy semen spurted into her mouth. She struggled to swallow every drop.
Axel quit moving except for the orgasmic pulse of his cock inside her pussy. In the next heartbeat, he pressed that finger deeper into her ass and pinched her clit at the same time. She fisted Gunnar and screamed as everything she ever thought she knew about sex flew out into the snow and she came so hard she was sure she’d die before it ended.
With no daylight filtering through the mountain of snow under which the cabin lay, it was impossible to determine the time. Axel’s left arm, the one with his watch around it, was firmly trapped under a sleeping Dakota.
You awake? Gunnar asked through their telepathic connection.
Maybe. Time?
Gunnar silently chuckled. Sorry, I might wear the collar as a cat, but I haven’t gotten the whole wristwatch thing down yet.
Smartass. Axel grinned. He was physically drained, willing to stay right here with Dakota and Gunnar, curled up with her warm, lithe body pressed between them. He yawned and let his eyes drift shut. What did time matter anyway? Everything was good right here.
I wasn’t sure what it would be like, Gunnar said.
Axel frowned. What what would be like? He wanted to drift back to sleep, but his brother was obviously feeling talkative.
Sharing. Being together with one woman. Over the years I’ve often wondered if we could really do it.
You mean, if you could actually do it, Axel said, then yawned again. I knew when the right woman came along, everything would work out. Just didn’t think it would be quite this soon, is all.
All the jealousy went away. It felt right.
It was right, brother. Shut up and go back to sleep.
The fire’s dying down. I think I’ll stoke it and put on some water to heat for Dakota when she wakes up.
Okay. You do that.
When Gunnar moved away from the other side of Dakota, she made a soft sound of displeasure then snuggled up closer to Axel. He wrapped his arms around her and tucked her head beneath his chin.
“Where’d he go?” she muttered against his chest.
“I’m right here, sweetheart. Just checking the fire.”
She pulled back a little and looked up. “Mmm.
Nice view,” she said with a soft smile curving her lips.
Axel turned his head to see what she meant and was greeted by his brother’s bare ass not far from his face.
Dakota giggled when Axel made a face and turned back toward her.
“Well, I like it.” She flopped over onto her back and pulled the blanket up to her neck. The move wasn’t one of modesty, Axel realized, when she tugged the blanket enough that it exposed his backside to the cool air of the cabin.
Underneath the cover, he skimmed his hand up her belly and cupped her breast. She gave a soft moan and closed her eyes. Her pretty lips parted slightly. He was just leaning down to kiss her when she said, “There’s seven of you, right? Six brothers and Heidi?”
Axel sighed and propped his head on his other hand. Time to talk, not kiss. “Mmm-hmm.” But he couldn’t take his hand from her softly firm breast, especially when her nipple tightened ever so slightly at his touch.