Three Swedish Mountain Men

by Lily Gold

I’m Elias Sandahl. Well, I prefer Eli,”

Eli = daddy nurse

“And the big bear currently glaring at you over my shoulder is Cole.

Rhymes with asshole

abattoir?

Wooo... New word

The man’s eyes flick over me again. “Riven.”

My knees wobble and bend underneath me. “Woah.” Three pairs of hands grab at me; Cole’s at my shoulders, Eli’s at my hips, and Riven’s at my waist. I don’t know how he crossed the room so fast. I have to fight the urge to gasp as the three men push me back into the chair. It’s overwhelming to be touched in so many places, with so many big, warm hands.

“Yeah, you get all sorts up here. Bears. Wolves. Lynxes. Mooses. It’s mostly mooses, though. They’re ballsy.”

“I want to taste you, sweetheart,” he murmurs against my skin. “Want to bury myself in you. Suck you and kiss you

His mouth trails up, and up, sending tingles shooting through me, until his lips come to rest a few millimetres over my wet sex.

He smiles against me, and leans in, licking a hot, firm stripe between my folds. My breath hitches gently, a soft sound of pleasure, and I wrap my fingers in his curls. He licks me again and again, pushing his face in deep.

He stares at my naked tits, his dark eyes hungry. Slowly, he lifts a finger and traces it around my nipple, lifting goosebumps on my skin. I cry out as he gently pinches the hardening nub, tugging it away from my body.

My eyes widen, and my hips start to move helplessly as I try to rub out the building ache. Eli’s tongue slides in deep, and feels good, so good I’m struggling to get air in, but I need more. I need so much more. I’m throbbing and hurting, my breasts aching, my core clenching.

“Oh, God,” I breathe, still rocking my hips desperately over Eli’s face.

My head tips back on a gasp, my mouth going slack as Cole pushes gently inside. I wrap my lips around the head of his dick, feeling him shudder deliciously as I start to lick up his warm, salty taste, groaning in pleasure.

Eli suddenly flutters his tongue against me. I cry out, spasming. Shivers hurtle down my spine, wracking through me. I can’t handle it anymore. I twist my hands in Eli’s hair, closing my eyes as I start to come, every muscle in my body shaking helplessly with release as wave after wave of pleasure shudders through me—

I get a brief glimpse of a little cot bed and a lamp, before Eli dumps the mugs on the floor, spins me around, and pins me up against the wall, his mouth slanting over mine in a deep, slow kiss. His lips are soft and taste like chocolate, and I sigh, melting under him.

As I watch, he wraps a hand around the end of her braid and tugs, dipping to kiss her exposed neck. She gasps, biting her lip. I feel my dick twitch as he runs his mouth over her soft skin.

with a woman. Apparently my body is still just as into it. Her breathing picks up as he kisses her, her creamy tits swelling against the low-cut neckline of her tank top. I can’t ignore the ache in my balls as pink flushes up her cleavage.

His kiss is soft at first, a warm, closed-mouth press that sends heat jolting through my veins. Without even thinking, I twist both hands in the lapels of his coat and surge up, kissing him back, hard.

Eventually, I can’t take it anymore and start to pull away, but he just wraps his arms around my waist and picks me up, easily lifting me up onto a step without breaking contact with my mouth. We kiss harder, and harder, until I’m panting into his mouth, rubbing against his front, practically seeing stars.

God, this is the life. Fire crackling in the fireplace. Snow falling outside the windows. And a hot man on either side of you, keeping you warm.

I’ve actually just started to drift off when Riven pulls my hair away from my neck and presses his lips to my throat.

“It’s been a while since we did this,” Eli says by my ear. “Did what?” I whisper. Eli’s teeth graze my earlobe, and I shudder. “Oh…” I can’t stop the moan falling out of my mouth.

My breasts suddenly feel uncomfortably full and heavy. I want them in his hands.

I turn to look at Riven. He’s watching with dark eyes, slowly palming himself through his jeans.

Riven’s hands smooth down over my back to the curve of my waist, sending waves of goosebumps rolling over my skin. When he reaches my hips, he grips them, yanking me onto his lap. I straddle him, kissing him harder, and harder, until tension starts building in my belly and I’m trying not to rub into his lap.

Eli’s big hands wrap around me, cupping my breasts. I bite my lip, arching into him, then moan as Riv sucks on my tongue.

over my tits and waist and hips, squeezing and feeling. Between my legs, Eli’s mouth climbs higher. His thick curls brush up to my thighs, and I clench my muscles as he pauses, his open mouth millimetres over my quivering pussy.

“Is she wet?” he asks calmly. Eli nuzzles between my legs. “Oh, yes.” He presses a kiss to my entrance. “Good.” “I bet we can get her wetter, though. I want to see her dripping.”

Eli laps it up slowly, then smiles, licking his lips. “Jesus, woman. You taste like heaven.” He leans in again, and his tongue finally roughs over my clit.

He hums, giving me another teasing lick. It’s not enough, so I start slowly rubbing myself against his mouth. He groans deeply. “Yeah, babe,” he mumbles, pressing a sweet kiss between my legs. “God. That’s right. Take what you need.”

He starts groaning and shifting around, panting hard into me, as if he’s too turned on to even stay still. I peep down and see that he’s stroking himself slowly through his tight black boxers.

Eli slips two fingers inside me. I squirm as he works them in and out, curling them to stretch me open as he licks my sensitive nub harder and faster, lapping at me with his rough tongue.

I can’t stop shaking. My hips are jerking and twitching under Eli’s mouth. I start rocking over him, riding his face, helplessly rubbing my wet pussy against his mouth, and he lets out an agonized sound.

“Oh my God,” he groans, desperately burrowing his face in closer, getting his cheeks and mouth and chin wet as he kisses and licks and nibbles at me. My eyes fly open. It’s too much. Too much sensation. I dig my nails into Riven’s forearms, panting for breath—then Eli locks his lips around my clit and sucks, hard. My back arches, and I half-scream as I fall apart.

She wants to rub her thighs together, to get a bit of pressure to relieve the ache, but I brace her legs firmly, letting my cockhead nudge her clit very, very lightly.

Very slowly, I push into her. She feels incredible. Soft and wet and burningly hot. And she’s tight, too, so much so I have to slide into her in increments, giving her time to stretch and take me. She tosses her head back, a pink flush spreading down her neck and chest. When I’m fully sheathed inside her, she goes still.

I try to hold myself steady as he slowly slides into her mouth, but as I watch her full, pink lips curl around his length, my hips jump, and I can’t help thrusting slightly into her. She whines.

I grab her thighs, wrap them around my hips, and start up a heavy, pounding rhythm of thrusts. She moans and twists, pushing her pelvis up into mine as she sucks on Eli. I can see her head bobbing enthusiastically as he thrusts into her mouth.

I tighten my hands on her thighs and drive into her, feeling her walls clamp down hard on me, sucking me in. She feels like heaven, slippy and hot and greedy around my dick. Through it all, she keeps licking at Eli. Judging by the noises coming out of his mouth, she’s good. Maybe too good.

I don’t stop. I keep going, pounding into her, gritting my teeth. She cries out with every thrust, arching like she’s being electrocuted. Eli stands and presses the head of his dick back against her lips. She opens her mouth and swallows him down, sucking at him frantically, like she can’t wait to taste him again. I can feel my balls tightening and set my jaw. I can’t hold out much longer.

His hand fists in her hair, pulling, and I guess Daisy must like that, because the slow wave of a third release finally hits her, his come still filling her mouth. Her sex clenches around me like a vice, gripping me as her walls start to pulse, and it’s suddenly all too much. I roar as I finally let go, my eyes slamming shut.

Nalle,”

Finnish for bear

“You’re not wearing a bra.” Her eyes twinkle. “And risk getting paint on it? They’re expensive, you know.”

She happily grinds back into me as I tug the neck of her shirt down, letting her full, heavy tits fall free. I cup one in each hand, squeezing softly. God, she’s so, so soft. I run my thumbs lightly over her hardening nipples, keeping my touch feather-light and teasing.

“What do you want? My fingers?” Her hips buck against me, and my dick twitches at the friction. “My mouth?” I continue, trailing my lips down the side of her throat. She tips her neck back, giving me better access, and I press a hot kiss right over her pulse point. “Or my dick?” I grind into her again, rubbing up against her.

“Why choose?

Why choose, indeed.

She goes to kick them away, but I grab them, scrunching them up in a little ball of wet lace. “I can keep these, yeah?” I stick them in my pocket before she can argue, then resume playing with her, parting her lower lips with my fingers.

I slowly begin to tease my fingertips in and out of her, keeping my touch light and tickly, until she’s squirming. I have to squeeze my eyes shut as her firm, tight ass rubs up against my crotch. I’m painfully hard, and hearing her moan and cry out is not helping.

“If you hold it off,” I promise, “I’ll switch out my fingers for my dick.” “If you don’t get me off, I’ll punch you in the dick,” she growls, but I can feel that she’s trying to slow herself down.

She falls apart against me, burying her face in my shoulder and shaking completely silently as I finger her through the release.