Page 224 of Mountain Men Heroes
I looked up at Dyson to find his burning gaze pinned to my spread thighs. Eeli got my attention when he took my hand from Dyson’s thigh and brought it between my legs.
“Feel how wet you are for us, Clara.” Eeli moved my fingers to my entrance, wetting them with my juices. “Let Dyson taste you.”
God, God, God. I could barely remember what day of the week it was at this point. Eeli’s instructions sent liquid heat surging through me. I did as I was told and lifted my fingers from my dripping wet pussy to offer them to Dyson.
He grabbed my wrist and sucked my fingers one by one, his tongue circling the tip of each before he drew them into his warm, wet mouth. His eyes never left mine.
Eeli’s mouth returned to my center and he started working to bring me to the precipice again. His tongue teased my clit while he slid a finger inside me, sliding it in and out.
“You’re delicious.” Dyson finished with my fingers and buried his hand in my hair, pulling my face to his as he kissed me again. His tongue found mine and I could taste myself on him. The realization was so erotic, I tipped my hips up harder, thrusting myself into Eeli’s face.
“Greedy,” he said with a chuckle, never taking his mouth off of me. The vibration of his laughter along with what his tongue and fingers were doing to me pushed me over. My back arched and my heels dug into the mattress as pleasure burst like a white-hot explosion throughout my body.
Eeli continued to move his mouth and tongue on me as Dyson captured my cries with his kisses. I trembled as I sank back onto the bed, my eyes closed and my weight fully on Dyson underneath me.
Dyson ended our kiss with a final last peck on the corner of my mouth. He brushed my hair back from my face with a tenderness that made me feel cherished. Eeli slid back up my body, and I shivered as my over-sensitized nerve-endings fired as his bare skin glided over mine. He landed with his hand bracing his weight over me, his hips pressing me deeper into the mattress and deeper into Dyson’s embrace.
“Fuck, baby,” Eeli whispered, “that was the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen.”
I opened my eyes and turned my face to Eeli. He feathered a kiss at my temple, on my nose, on my lips. I couldn’t help a small, soft smile.
An unusual shyness overtook me as I admitted, “I’ve never done anything like that before.”
Eeli’s eyes blazed and I heard Dyson’s breath hitch, his mouth close to my ear.
“Never?” Dyson asked.
I tipped my chin up, shaking my head against his shoulder. “Never.”
“None of your boyfriends ever…?” Dyson broke off as a low growl came from Eeli. My eyes sought his, searching for the cause of his quick anger.
I probed his suddenly hard gaze but couldn’t figure out a reason. “I…I’ve never really had a boyfriend. I mean, you guys have met my brothers. Not too many men in Hardwood, Wild Ridge, or any other small town on this mountain want to brave the wrath of the Becker brothers. I even tried going down to Lover’s Cover, where Trent lives over an hour away. Try for an anonymous fling while I visited, but that was a bust.”
The anger leached from Eeli’s eyes as quickly as it came. His expression softened, and the look he gave me made me want to burrow into him.
“Besides,” I finished softly, “I never really wanted to date. It seemed silly to waste time on guys who weren’t…well, you two. Not my soulmates.”
Eeli made a rumbling sound and pushed up to bring himself down to me. He pressed a hard and fast kiss on my lips while Dyson stroked my hair, his other hand sliding around my ribcage to hold me to him.
“So does that mean you’ve never…?” Dyson left the question hanging, but I knew what he meant.
“Umm…aside from what I’ve done with you two...” I could feel my cheeks heating as I spoke, “I’ve never done anything.”
Eeli froze over me, staring down at me as if he’d never seen me before. I sank my teeth into my bottom lip, afraid that my lack of experience would be a turnoff.
“Fuck, baby, you’ve never been touched before?” Eeli breathed the question in a tone so close to reverence, I grinned. Judging by the look on his face, my lack of experience was the opposite of a turnoff.
How was it possible to feel shy while lying completely naked between two of the hottest men I’d ever laid eyes on after they’d tasted every bit of me and brought me to the most incredible orgasm of my life?
Dyson groaned and buried his face in my hair. I could hear and feel him as he inhaled deeply.
“Dyson?” I asked.
He lifted his head. “Sweetheart, I can’t even begin to tell you what it means to hear you telling us we’re the first men lucky enough to touch you.” He pressed a kiss to the sensitive skin below my ear and whispered, “And taste you.”
A soft mewling sound broke from me and I shivered in their arms.
“But I think we need to stop here for now,” Dyson finished.