I wanted him. No, I needed him. When all this started, I had felt like I was a bit of a slut, flirting with and teasing three men at the same time. But as time had gone on, what I had ended up feeling was empowered. I felt like some sort of Roman sex goddess, having her fill of tempting all the men that catch her eye and having her wicked way with them. That’s not really what this was though. There was more depth to my feelings for the three brothers than them being mere lads I had fancied for a few years. These were the men I was in love with, these were the men that I needed to have around me in my life, body, and soul. Until now I hadn’t believed in soul mates, and in the course of a freak snowstorm in Scotland, I had found that soulmates were indeed a very real thing, and I happened to have three of them.

Right now, I needed Charlie. I had waited the longest for him, both now and back then. He had probably been the first one that I had loved, fancied, wanted more with, I just didn’t realise it. Ever since he had carried me piggyback from the old skate park where I had been showing off and took a tumble off Finn’s skateboard. He carried me back to their house as I cried snot bubbles down his back. He held my hand as his mum picked all the gravel out of my broken, bleeding skin. He distracted me, told me jokes, anything he could to make me feel better.

Right, that minute I needed him to make me feel better in a very different way. I needed him more than I needed air to breathe. An all-consuming desire to join with one of the men who held my heart was all that I could think about in that very moment. I rolled my hips and started to grind against his hip. With every ounce of wanting and desire I needed him.

He looked at me, and my heart skipped a beat under the fiery intensity of his gaze. There’s something smoldering, unsaid beneath it. His hand grabbed at my thigh as I teasingly rubbed it along his length again. His other hand arrived at my other side, and he tried to push me, to encourage me to move so that I was straddling him. God, the thought of him between my thighs made my pussy clench, and I needed no further encouragement.

I released his nipples from my mouth and my fingers, and with minimal effort, Charlie helped me climb on top of him. Somehow, I was still in my underwear, even though he got into the bed complete naked himself. I kept my eyes on his, and let my hands trail over my thighs, caressing my body, feeling that wild abandon that comes from feeling genuinely sexy in the eyes of the person you’re with. I gasped as I ran my fingertips slowly over my stomach. I cupped my breasts and bit my bottom lip fighting a moan as I groped my tits, all the while staring right at Charlie.

I was rewarded with a twitch of his cock, right at my soaked pussy, making me groan more. I ran my hands up and through my hair, rolling my hips and grinding against his hardness, needing so much more, but delighting in just how much teasing he’s currently letting me away with.

I let my hands drop, and moved to undo my bra, letting the lacy material slip over my skin, letting the fullness of my bare breasts be served as a feast for Charlie to savour.

His hands found my thighs, his breathing rapid, his hips flexing up against me. Goosebumps prickled over my skin at his touch as he traced his fingertips over me along the path that I had just teased him with. The sensation of his big hands cupping my breasts drove a moan from my throat. “Ohhh, fuck yes.” I gasped, my head falling back in the exquisite pleasure I was feeling. His thumb and forefinger rolled over my nipples, tugging them. I was panting, needy and breathless, knowing that he would drive me to orgasm with just his hands on me like this, and the endless temptation of the hardness of his thick cock against my pussy, yet not quite where it needed to be.

Charlie pressed himself harder against my still covered pussy, and my head rolled forward to look at the man who was setting my body on fire. The intensity was still in his gaze, and his hands slid up to cup my face as he pulled me down to lie on top of him, his lips crushed against mine the moment I was close enough.

His arms wrapped themselves tightly around me, and he devoured my mouth hungrily with his own. I pried my mouth from his and pushed back off his chest, so I was sitting looking at him.

“Charlie,” I begged him, pressing my soaked cunt against him.

“Are you sure you want this?” He asked, caressing my face.

I nodded, I had never been more certain of anything in my entire life.

His hand gripped my hips, and he ground his cock against my pussy again, looking at me with a fire that I thought would make me disintegrate instantly. “You want this?” He asked again, putting a particular emphasis on the word by rubbing his dick against me once again.

“Yes!” I gasped.

Charlie didn’t hesitate, he yanked my knickers aside, holding them out of the way as I moved and slid down on his impressive length, he gripped my hips to try and slow me. It just wasn’t what I needed or wanted. Instead, I pushed myself down on him, needing him inside me, craving the feeling of him stretching out my already well fucked little pussy. I needed him all, and I wasn’t about to wait a single second more to get him.