Three Swedish Mountain Men: Chapter 28

It’s crazy how three kisses can feel so different. Eli’s kiss lit me up inside, filled me up with energy and happiness until I felt giddy and bubbly.

Riven’s kiss had made the rest of the world go quiet, warming me up like a fire.

Cole’s kiss makes me feel like a lightning rod in the middle of a thunderstorm. I moan into his mouth as our lips clash together. Every nerve in my body feels like it’s on fire.

He forces my mouth open and pushes his tongue into me roughly. I shudder, melting as our tongues slide together. Cole kisses like he’s fighting. Wrestling me, trying to get the upper hand. I love it. It makes me feel dangerous, feeding the wild streak in me, turning me into some kind of primal animal. He grasps my hair in his fist, holding it like a ponytail, and yanks my head back. I dig my nails into his neck, then rake them down his shoulders. He shudders, pressing in even closer. His kiss feels desperate, like he’s been wanting it for a long, long time, and now he’s finally doing it, he can’t stop. We get closer and closer, kissing, nipping, sucking. I bite his lip, hard, and he makes a low noise deep in his chest, yanking me onto his lap.

Suddenly, his rock-hard cock is rubbing up against my clit. We both gasp, looking down. The only thing separating us right now is a millimetre of fabric. Slowly, Cole reaches out and touches my waist, cupping his big hands over my ribs. I close my eyes, feeling goosebumps prickle up all over my body. His rough, calloused fingertips swirl down to my hips, squeezing the soft skin, and I can’t help myself from grinding down on him.

His hands pause. “What the Hell am I doing?” He mutters.

I peep open my eyes. “Feeling me up,” I remind him. “Next, why don’t you try touching my tits? They’ve had great reviews.”

He shakes his head, blinking hard, like he’s dizzy. “You don’t want to do this. You like the others.”

“Is that so? What made you come to that conclusion?”

“You only fuck me when one of them is around,” he says simply.

I stare at him. “Um. No. You only fuck me when one of them is around. I’ve been hoping for some one-on-one time with you for ages, but you fucking disappear every time I try.”

His jaw clenches. He grabs my face, forcing me to look at him. “Listen to me. Eli and Riven will be good for you. I won’t.”

“I’ll decide what’s good for me, thanks very much.”

“Whatever you think it is you want from me—I can’t give it to you. Hell, I only suggested ‘dating’ you because I knew it would make the others happy.”

I’m offended. “Seriously? What was your plan? You’d let the others handle all the romance, and just use me as some kind of sex toy?” I rock my hips into him, and his mouth falls open. “You fucking asshole.”

“It’s not that I don’t want—” he trails off, growling low in his throat. “I don’t do romance. I don’t do soft. I don’t know how.”

“Evidently.” I run my hand over his cock, feeling it twitch desperately under my palm. “Nothing soft here.” My fingers trace up to the elastic waistband of his underwear. I snap it against his skin. “Take these off.”

With a low groan, he does, sliding them off his sculpted ass and down his muscular thighs. My mouth waters as he kicks away the fabric. He’s so fucking huge. I lean forward, reaching for his cock. “Can I?”

He grunts assent. I stroke him, gently at first, feeling the velvety texture of his skin, and he hisses, his whole body tightening. I dip my hand under to cup his heavy sac, feeling his shaft pulse. He shifts, teeth gritted.

“You want me?” I ask, giving him the tiniest squeeze.

His eyes don’t leave mine, but a shudder runs through him. “Yes.”

“Come take me, then.”

When he doesn’t move, I push his broad shoulders, shoving him down onto the floor of the tent and climbing on top of him. He growls as I move my hips back and forth, rubbing the tip of his dick over my clit. My eyes flutter closed. God, I want him so bad. I can feel myself squeezing and aching and throbbing, deep inside.

It’s apparently as much of a tease for him as it is for me. He groans as I grab his cock and carefully position it against my slit. Drops of his precome mix with my wetness as I rub slickly up against him.

He grips my hips and tries to turn me over, but I don’t let him. “Roll over,” he orders.

“No,” I snip back. “If you’re fucking me, you’re facing me.”

He frowns. “I don’t fuck like this.”

I snort. “Yeah, I’m sure you don’t. It’s far too intimate, if you can actually look me in the face, right? Far too romantic, if we make eye contact, and you remember I’m a woman you actually care about, and not some hot wet hole for you to stick your dick into.” I roll my hips, the tip of his cock sliding between my throbbing lips. “God forbid, you might even feel emotions.” I drop my mouth to his neck and nip at his Adam’s Apple, making him flinch. “And if I can make you feel something, I could hurt you, couldn’t I?”

“Shut up.” His fingers dig into my hips. His words have a warning edge. As if I should be scared of him. Scared, of this man who just risked his life to save me. I wouldn’t be scared of Cole if he came into my bedroom with a chainsaw. He’d probably just be building me a bedside cabinet, or something. “I. Don’t. Fuck. Like. This.”

I sigh and pull away from him reluctantly. “Fine. I’ll get myself off, then.”

He frowns, swallowing convulsively. I can see his pulse beating in the hollow of his throat. “What?”

“I’m not going to make you do something you don’t want to.” I push my hair behind my ears and fan myself. “Jesus. This is an excellent hypothermia cure. You should write a research paper.” I then sit back, spreading my thighs. His gaze focusses between my legs as I start to touch myself, slowly. I’m only half teasing him. After that kiss, I really, really need to come. I take a deep breath and slip my fingers down to my clit, circling it slowly.

Coal’s tongue flicks across his bottom lip. “You’re seriously going to do this? I’ve seen Eli take you from behind. You like it.”

“Yes, well, Eli shouts my name when he comes and kisses me whenever he sees me.” I swirl my fingers in my building wetness, shifting slightly on the tent floor. “F-far too many men already see me as an anonymous shag. I’m not letting the men I actually sleep with do that to me, as well. I’m sure you can take care of yourself.” I let my eyes fall closed and slip a finger inside myself. In my head, I’m not touching myself. Cole’s big, strong, steady hands are doing the work for me. Several tense, heated seconds pass. I feel myself getting wetter as I fantasise. I reach up and pinch my nipple with my free hand, and my breath hitches, my back arching slightly.

“Oh, for fuck’s sake,” he mutters, grabbing at me and pulling my body up against his. “You fucking win.” He growls. I growl right back, then climb on top of him, straddling him. “Look at my face,” I order, cupping his jaw and forcing him to meet my gaze. His icy blue eyes don’t leave mine as I line myself up, then slowly lower myself onto his cock.