#mountain pie

Mattsun pressed the full weight of his hips into yours, and ducked his head down into the crook of your neck. Your chin tipped up to welcome him closer, a soft whimper thrumming in your chest. The creeping cold that clung to the air outside your tent didn’t stand a chance against the burning heat between your bodies. Each move of his fingers, hips, and tongue only made you want him more.

The little moans he breathed into your ear reached an octave so deep you felt it in your pussy. His hot tongue dragged down and up your neck, tracing broad circles in between open-mouth kisses. You hooked a knee around his hip and brought your hands up to his hair. Scratching his scalp released the intoxicating aroma of the campfire, and reminded you of all the subtle touches you both shared while sitting around it earlier.

But it also made you remember something else.

Makki… Your heart thumped a little harder. Mattsun wasn’t the only one with eyes for you tonight. A vivid memory played behind your eyelids: Hanamaki watching you keenly from across the flickering flames. The way he smirked when you made eye contact, how he nodded ever so slightly with sinful intent. Even though you were wrapped up in Mattsun’s heavy arm, Makki managed to make you feel so… exposed. Thinking about another man- his best friend nonetheless- while hopelessly whining under Mattsun’s touch made you feel a little dirty.

But it also made you really wet.

You were really losing yourself to the moment now. You moaned a little louder, and rocked your hips roughly against him. You felt Mattsun bite down on your shoulder with a stuttering gasp. You had no idea how hard you made it to contain himself. But you could feel it... throbbing against your thigh. Mattsun’s broad hand trembled as he gripped your hip. His touch dragged down and around your ass, rough fingers sliding under your shorts. He squeezed your softness as his clothed hardness rutted against your thigh. Your head fell back as his long fingers found their way to the damp crotch of your underwear. Your ready walls pulsed as he ran the back of his knuckles along your concealed slit.

Mattsun hummed as his lips wrapped around your throat. “Been daydreamin’ all damn day,” he grunted quietly, “about this.” He punctuated his sentence with a possessive grip over your pussy. He soiled your undies further with a few circles palmed into the fabric. Your cheeks radiated a rosey heat as your breathing fell short.

“You…” you sighed, “You want it?”

“Mmmmm,” Mattsun loved hearing you, “yeah.” His cheek brushed over yours as he brought his teeth to your ear. Unkempt, scruffy facial hair made his sharp jawline that much more dangerous.

You scratched his roots again, and arched your back into him. “Then take it.”

He bellowed a growl, carried on a deep exhale. His teeth tightened around your earlobe as his hot breath fanned your skin. He yanked your panties aside before plunging two, long fingers inside you. Your eyes fluttered shut once more as your heel bumped against his lower back. Mattsun kissed, sucked, and bit your jaw, chin, and lips, all while burying his knuckles between your plush walls. Your eyes darted around beneath your eyelids as he searched roughly for your g-spot.

Once you were breathless, barely able to make a sound, he really got to work. He stretched your swollen walls just like he did your shorts and panties. His fingers prodded your tingling nerves with a swift passion. Every crash of Mattsun’s knuckles into your labia sent a pulse of heat down your thighs and up your spine. Your whole body rocked slightly as he played your pussy like a divine instrument. He chased each and every one of your desperate sounds with increasing vigor.

But it wouldn’t be hooking up with Mattsun unless he had you on top. Keeping his now three fingers deep inside you, his body began to shift. He hooked his free arm under the sweet arch of your back. You held on tight with both arms wrapped around his neck as he rolled you both over. He never allowed you to catch a full breath. His lips locked onto yours with a gasping moan as his tongue savored your spit.

The crotch of your bottoms was a soaked mess, barely resisting the push and pull of his wrist. The way you straddled Mattsun’s hips left you spread wide open, all for him. Your head drooped, damp forehead pressed into his shoulder. You felt his fingers find your g-spot again, only to exploit it without mercy. Even as you shivered, your skin glowed with an unquenchable warmth. Mattsun’s hand gripped your hip tightly as he started pulling you down over his fingers. You exhaled in broken moans, all self-awareness dissolving from your mind.

“Shh shh shhhhh,” Mattsun cooed smugly, as if your debauched demeanor was anything but his fault. He couldn’t help but grin drunkenly into your tousled hair.

Your puffy walls strained around his fingers as they fucked you faster. His bruising grip on your hip only made you clench harder. Your hips moved all on their own, blissfully taking his lead. A familiar and steady pressure coiled deep in your core. Mattsun was bringing you closer unimaginably fast, in a way you could never resist. And your body was making him lose control just as fast. You stifled your cries with your lips on his throat as his hips rose to meet yours on every thrust of his hand. His cock pitched a firm tent in his shorts, the head of it prodded against the crease of your thigh. Your gooey honey dripped down his hand to stain the fabric separating you from your unspoken reward.

“Issseeii,” you whimpered, “I’mmm gonna--”

Brrrrrrrrp!

“Hey y’all wanna come smoke or...?” a voice was already asking.

The zipper of your tent’s flap shot open faster than your eyes could. Your mouth went dry, and your pussy was sure to follow. Your body froze, and your heart leaped up your throat. All you could do was stare blankly at Mattsun’s shocked expression. He raised the hand that wasn’t still buried in your folds to block the unwanted flashlight beam that was now shining over your disheveled forms.

“Bro!” Mattsun spat.

“Buh,” Makki’s voice cracked, “Bro…”

The silence now was deafening. You hid your face in Mattsun’s neck. This couldn’t be happening. A burning blush spread up your neck, around your ears, and across your cheeks. You felt like you died of embarrassment over and over, every second Makki saw you like this. Yet somehow all you could focus on were the three fingers still gently massaging your insides.

“Kinda in the middle of something,” Mattsun quipped sharply.

“Uh yeah…” Makki muttered. He sounded hypnotized. That painful silence settled back in for a few more seconds.

“Either come in or get out,” Mattsun’s voice cut back in, “Just shut the damn door.”

“What?!” you finally joined the discussion.

“You serious…?” Makki marveled.

“What, you think I don’t know?” Mattsun asked you softly with a chuckle. “Do I look like I’m joking?” he called back to Makki over your shoulder, spanking you roughly for emphasis.

“Well fuck,” Makki mumbled. He finally clicked off his flashlight, carelessly discarding it somewhere in the grass. Without a lick of shame or hesitation, he ducked down to climb through the tent’s opening, already fumbling with the pull string of his sweatpants. You couldn’t deny that you haven’t dreamt of this. But you trembled nervously nonetheless. You craned your neck around to peek at Makki disrobing. The dim light of dusk outlined his hunched figure. You watched him shrug his shoulders repeatedly while running one hand through his hair.

Is he psyching himself up? Your stiff expression cracked into a subtle smile. Something about his simple charm was starting to ease your body’s tension.

Mattsun tilted your face back towards him with a firm, gentle grip on your jaw. You were reminded just how big his hands were, not to mention his fingers still idly playing with your pussy. You exhaled a long, shaky sigh.

“Good girl,” he whispered. He pulled you close for a tender kiss. One that told you just how much you deserved to be taken care of. He tasted faintly of fire-roasted confectionery. Your walls twitched around his fingers.

“C-can I… uhm…” ‘Makki managed to squeak out. He was already fully naked, one fist squeezing the base of his freed cock.

“Here put this on,” Mattsun spoke evenly. He fished a little square foil out of his pillowcase before tossing it in Makki’s direction. “And don’t forget who let you have her.”

“Yeah, sure,” Makki answered flatly, with just a hint of sarcasm, as he obediently rolled the condom down his eager length.

“Focus on me, okay?” Mattsun’s voice deepened when addressing you. The growing darkness descending upon your tent only made you that much more aware of the subtleties. His chest rumbled under you as he spoke again. “Don’t worry about him. Don’t even think about him.”

“Mm..mhmm,” you hummed, tipping your head in a slight nod.

With that his fingers began to move again, while yours found purchase in his tangled hair. You warmed back up to his touch so easily, stuttering a sigh. Your fingernails scratched softly against his scalp as his curled gently inside your heat. Your awareness dissolved fast, enough for you to disregard Makki’s knees inching closer to you on the sleeping bag. Mattsun’s fingers brought you back to where you left off.

Before Makki could even think about fucking you though, Mattsun had to put him in his place. His fingers pumped into you a little faster as his free hand slid down his stomach. With a simple push against his waistband, Mattsun freed his fat cock. You felt his hot flesh slap against your ass. It slid easily between your cheeks. The very feeling of his sheer size had your pussy drooling. But he didn’t do this for you.

“Damn dude,” Makki’s voice sounded hollow.

Mattsun chuckled, pulling your bottom lip between his teeth. He swirled his fingers languidly, stirring up your sweet juices just a bit longer. A little fuzzy around the edges, you focused as best you could on the way he stretched you out. Your body melted into him as he finger fucked your inhibitions away.

Mattsun deemed you ready for something more, and withdrew his filthy fingers. Before Makki could take what he only assumed was his queue, Mattsun guided the thick head of dick into your messy hole. The arch in your back deepened as you welcomed the surprise. Mattsun only gave you an inch, just enough to wet the tip, and then he was shoving it up into your clit. You choked out a moan as his hot head stroked and stimulated your buzzing nerves.

“Think she’s ready for ya,” Mattsun purred. He cradled your jaw in his palm, paying slow and teasing attention to your swollen lips. His hard length throbbed against your clit as Makki sidled up behind you.

You heard Makki draw a steadying breath. Your shoulders and walls tightened with anticipation. Disbelief that this was actually happening faintly tickled the back of your brain. Mattsun kept his lips locked on yours as you felt something hot and heavy prod your entrance.

“Atta girl,” Mattsun whispered into your moaning mouth, “You can take it.”

Makki gasped as he pushed inside. Every inch he claimed of your pussy drained more control from his body. What started as a slow progression quickly ended with him slamming his groin into your ass with a satisfying slap. You cried out with a clipped whine, cut off by Mattsun drinking down the remains. You felt Makki’s fingers slide into the creases of your thighs, holding you steady as he grinded into you a little deeper.

“Fuck,” Makki praised. He’s been dying to fuck you for so long, and you were well worth the wait. Your walls squeezed him tight with a quivering pulse. He didn’t need any other sign to start moving. The sleeping bag bunched around his knees as he started snapping his hips against you. Makki was long, slender, and reached a spot deep inside you that Mattsun’s girth couldn’t. You tried to imagine how pretty it looked, sliding in and out of your sloppy sweet entrance. Mattsun groaned his approval, still planting sultry kisses all across your lips and jaw.

All this excitement and pressure made you so receptive. You were pressed between the two men of your dreams, getting your ass clapped and pussy pampered. Not to mention all of the short, dirty praises Mattsun slipped you while you rocked against him. You were light-headed and panting, taking every inch of Makki like your pussy was made for him. After a shaky start, he found his groove. His eyes trained on the source of every filthy, wet sound produced by his pounding. He thrusted in fast, hard bursts, just to see how loud you could get.

“Wanna kiss her?” Mattsun interrupted, a hint of mischief in his tone.

“Wh.. y-yeah,” Makki gasped out. He sounded more surprised now than when he was invited in to fuck you. His rhythm mellowed out as he leaned over you. You narrowed your eyes at Mattsun and puffed out some labored whimpers. What’s he up to?

Suddenly Makki was so close you could feel the heat of his breath. Your puffy walls clenched as you were reduced to simply warming his cock. Your eyes darted between the vague outlines of both their faces.

“Too bad,” Mattsun smirked in the darkness. He leaned up to crash his lips against Makki’s. The latter made the cutest little muffled yelp… but didn’t pull back. You could hear them testing the waters, slipping a bit of tongue into each other’s mouths before getting lost in the moment. You felt Makki’s cock twitch inside you. For once you didn’t mind being ignored like this. You watched and listened patiently, adding a few enthusiastic moans to theirs.

Makki didn’t stop kissing Mattsun when he finally picked up fucking you again. Your lips and teeth found Mattsun’s neck as Makki drove you close to the edge. Their rough and determined gasps for breath, the sultry smacking of lips, the hungry growls, and Makki’s full length slamming into your abused walls… all swirled into a torrent of pleasure that came to a head deep inside your core.

You cried out in finality before biting down hard on Mattsun’s shoulder. Your pussy fluttered and clenched, milking Makki dry as he stuffed the latex full of his seed. Mattsun let him gasp for breath, all while licking slowly across his sweaty jaw. Mattsun was more than pleased, but nowhere near finished.

“Beat it… ya had your fill,” Mattsun grumbled in a husky slur, “‘Bout time I get mine.”