Claimed by 3 Mountain Men (Silver Ridge Mountain Men)

13. Mac

13

MAC

W hat is happening?

It’s got to be another dream. It’s the only thing that makes any sense right now. There is no way this is reality.

Except—I am here. Very much awake and looking at two of the Truitt’s, who are looking at a naked me.

A crack of lightning dashes across the sky, illuminating the dark room.

Flickering light dances across their rough, handsome features, casting shadows that seem to intensify the raw hunger in their gaze.

Both Hank and Ben stand there, their jeans straining at the seams, looking like they could devour me whole.

The thought should terrify me but instead...

My pulse races through my veins, every nerve ending on fire.

“B-B-Both of you?” I manage to stutter, my voice shaking with both fear and growing desire.

Hank’s eyes are dark as he takes a step closer to the bed, “That’s right.” His voice is low and gravelly, similar to Ben’s. He stops at the edge of the bed and reaches out a calloused hand. “Come here,” he commands, his eyes never leaving mine.

I don’t know why, but I find myself obeying him without question, walking to him, letting him pull me up so that our lips meet in a searing kiss that takes my breath away. His tongue is hot and demanding as it invades my mouth, tasting of whiskey and something darker—something primal.

He presses my naked body against his as though he savors every inch of the closeness.

As if sensing my hesitation—or perhaps reading my mind—Ben’s strong hands slide around my waist from behind. His warmth seeps into my chilled skin like he was always meant to be there.

“Jesus,” I moan into Hank's mouth as Ben's hands move along the curves of my body. His fingers trail up my spine, sending goosebumps dancing along their wake.

Hank pulls back just enough to catch my gaze, his breath hot against my lips. “You have no idea how long we’ve wanted this,” he growls before claiming my mouth again, this time with renewed fervor.

Ben's fingertips tease my nipples, causing them to harden under his touch.

My body trembles with need, caught between the forces of these two.

Hank is close enough that I can feel his erection pressing into my stomach, hard and insistent, while Ben’s cock pushes against my ass.

Without another word, Hank's big, calloused hands grip my hips and he hoists me up onto the edge of the bed, and lays me down gently. Ben kneels on the floor in front of me, his hungry eyes locked on my own as he slowly peels away the damp sheet that had provided me with modicum of modesty just moments ago.

“You’re so fucking beautiful,” Ben breathes reverently.

Hank leans down, his lips inches from mine, his eyes burning with desire. “And all ours.”

I gasp as Ben’s warm mouth closes over my nipple, his tongue swirling around the hardened peak before sucking it between his teeth. I arch my back, moaning as pleasure courses through every nerve ending.

At the same time, Hank runs a trail of hot, open-mouthed kisses down my neck and collarbone. His hands roaming over my body as if he were memorizing every dip and valley. His big, calloused hands caress me in a way that makes my toes curl.

“Oh god,” I moan as Ben's hand slides down between my thighs.

“You’re so wet for us, baby,” Hank grunts, his jeans bulging even more now than before.

A wave of arousal and self-consciousness washes over me but is quickly replaced by desire as Ben’s tongue flicks over my clit. My hips buck upwards, seeking more of his mouth.

Hank pulls away momentarily, his eyes dark with lust as he watches Ben drive me closer to the edge. He undresses in record time, revealing an erection that could rival any of the mountains outside.

Ben withdraws for a moment, looking over at his brother.

“She’s never had sex before,” he says.

The room goes still for a split second.

Hank’s eyes flicker with surprise, but it’s quickly replaced by something else—desire and determination.

“Is this what you want? To be with us?” he asks, suddenly so sweet and kind, I almost laugh at the absurdity of the question.

What I want?

It’s not like I’ve been fantasizing about them for days now, dreaming about them in the darkest recess of my mind.

“Yes,” I nod slowly, drugged from the lust rushing through me.

I look between the two of them, my heart pounding in my chest. This is it… the moment of no return.

As Hank pulls me into his arms again, his lips seek out my own, I know there’s no going back.

And for the first time in my life, I’m okay with it.

Without another word, Hank joins Ben on the bed, the two of them working in tandem as they tease and touch me in ways I never thought possible.

From behind me, Ben reaches to find my waist, drawing me to sit down on him, on his hard erection that is nearly identical to Hank’s.

“You ready for this?” he growls in my ear before his tongue flicks against my earlobe.

“Yes,” I moan. “Yes, please.”

Achingly slow and gentle, Ben pushes himself inside of me, in one long, sure stroke. The burn is instantaneous but not unbearable. In fact, it’s the opposite—it’s a burn that leaves me wanting more.

“Breathe,” Hank murmurs.

“There’s more to me,” Ben whispers.

Oh shit!

I comply, panting as Ben slowly fills me up.

Hank’s hands slide underneath me to tease my clit, his fingers circling rhythmically.

“Keep breathing, baby,” he instructs, and I do so as he says, pressing back against Ben, a moan escaping from between my lips at the feel of him inside me. So deep, so perfect.

“Fuck yes,” Ben grunts through gritted teeth. “You’re so fucking tight. How does that feel, Mac?”

“Good. Really good,” I mumble, dropping my head back onto his broad shoulder.

Ben’s fingers dig into my hips, lifting me up so he almost pulls all the way out before plunging back in again, even deeper this time. My back arches as a wave of pleasure washes over me. He does it again. Then again. Burying his full length deep into me.

“That’s it, baby,” Hank croons in my ear. “You’re doing so good.”

Ben sets a slow, steady pace, his hips slapping against my ass with each thrust. Hank’s fingers never leave my clit, his eyes locked onto mine like he can read my mind.

As if on cue, I feel myself teetering on the edge of oblivion. The pressure starts to build and swirl...

“Oh god,” I pant. “I’m...I’m...”

“That’s right, darlin’,” Hank growls, his voice thick with lust. “Cum for us.”

With those words, I’m lost, tumbling over the edge and into the abyss. Wave after wave of pleasure crash over me like the waves of the lake outside.

And just when I think it can’t get any better, I feel Hank’s hot breath in my ear. “It’s my turn now.”

As Ben collapses onto the bed beside me, Hank flips me onto the edge of the bed so that I am on all fours, staring straight at Ben who is laying on his back, peering up at me with half lidded eyes.

Hank, still rock hard, and just as thick as Ben, lines up with me and pushes in. Once more the burn is instantaneous, but this time, it feels different. It builds and rises through me.

He moves slowly at first, grunting with each deep thrust.

“Damn, Mac,” he hisses through gritted teeth. “You feel even better than I could have ever imagined.”

My fingers curl around the bedsheet with white knuckles as Hank picks up the pace, his strokes becoming longer, and stronger.

“Tell me what you want, Mac,” he pants in my ear.

“Faster,” I moan, my cheeks flushing at the dirty words that spill from my lips. “Harder.”

Hank doesn’t hesitate to oblige, grabbing my hips and pulling me back onto him with a force that makes me cry out.

“That’s it, baby...” he growls, “take all of it.”

Ben watches, propped up on an elbow while his other hand moves up and down his hard cock. He’s getting off on me being fucked by his brother. The idea of it is so taboo, so sinful, that it sends a thrill of excitement through me.

Unwound and lost to the moment, my instincts take over. Hungrily, like I’ve been starved of it, I reach forward for Ben’s cock in front of me and shove it in my mouth.

I’ve never given anyone head before, but based on his reaction, I think I’m doing it right. He moans loudly, his eyes rolling back into his head as I lick and suck at his huge cock.

The skin of his length is smooth and warm under my tongue, and I can feel the slow rise of his pulse as I continue to taste him.

Hank’s eyes widen in the dresser mirror before he growls with approval as I wrap my mouth around Ben’s cock, my pussy contracting around Hank.

Ben’s hand tightens in my hair, gently guiding me as I explore, and I find myself eagerly taking more of him into my mouth. He groans in response, the sound vibrating through my body and igniting a fire within me.

“That’s it, darling,” Hank moans. “Fuck him with your mouth while I fuck you.”

With every thrust of Hank’s hips, I take more of Ben into my mouth, sucking and licking him until he's groaning low in his throat, his hips bucking involuntary into my mouth.

As the men grow closer, their strokes become more urgent, and I feel a familiar heat pooling low within me.

Hank’s thrusts become more forceful now, his hands grip my hips as if he might never let go. The two of them, working in tandem, drive me to the brink of insanity.

I feel it again. The orgasm I thought could never be topped. But this time, it’s different. It’s better. Multiplied by ten.

“Oh god,” I moan around Ben’s cock. “Oh god, I’m...”

The words catch in my throat as the world around me shatters. My entire body convulses, every nerve ending alight.

Hank’s grip on my hips tightens, his eyes meet mine in the mirror. “Cum for us, Mac. Cum on our cocks.”

The three of us are writhing, moaning and gasping for air.

The cum on my tongue is warm and slightly salty, the taste sending a jolt of pleasure through my body.

I can feel Hank's hot breath on my neck as he pulls out, leaving a trail of warmth and stickiness on my skin. His muffled groans and curses fill the air as he rides out his own orgasm.

I collapse onto the bed, my body sated and aching in equal measure. Ben slides out of my mouth, his cock glistening with my saliva. "Damn," he mutters, his chest heaving.

As I catch my breath, I take a moment to savor the feeling. The feeling of completeness, of being whole.

I turn around to face them both, my face flushed, hair a sweaty mess and completely disheveled.

“So, how was your first time?” Ben asks, with a small smirk.

Hank chuckles, flopping down on the bed next to me. “So, Mac. What did you think? Not too hard on you, was it?”

I sigh, stretching, still trying to wrap my head around what just happened to me. I’m not quite sure I have the words.

“It was better than anything I could have imagined,” I whisper, feeling a little sheepish and silly. It’s not like they’re going to ask me to be their girlfriend or anything.

It was an impulse. The heat of the moment taking over our biology. I chew on my bottom lip in embarrassment for feeling so shy and timid like some naive fool.

“Good,” Ben says, grabbing his shirt from the dresser and slipping it over his head.

None of us know what to say, because the fact is—in the morning I have to leave. We’ll have to face reality, and in reality, we’re not friends, let alone passionate lovers.

My mind swirls with a mix of emotions. Regret for having given in to my desire? Relief that I finally got them out of my system? Or maybe it’s anticipation for what comes next.

The creak of the floorboard overheard catches all of our attention.

JT.

We all freeze, our hearts pounding in unison. In the sudden silence, I can practically hear the blood rushing through my veins.

Then in silent coordination, Ben and Hank quickly finish getting dressed.

“Goodnight,” Ben mouths as Hank gives me a short wave. They shut the door behind them leaving me alone and feeling more confused than ever.

What just happened? And more importantly—what now?