Bobby slipped under the covers and came in close, a hand sweeping over her belly under the covers. “Maybe I should check and see if you’re about to make a mess of the sheets.”
She wrinkled her nose. “That wasn’t sexy.”
“You’re wrong, Kate,” he said, his voice a smooth, whispering caress. Fingers trailed downward, slipping between her legs.
Her thighs clamped hard around his hand and then slowly eased as he gently slid between her folds.
“Relax. Just gettin’ acquainted.”
“Now that we’re on a first name basis…?”
“First base, second. What’s touching a wet pussy, Cale?”
“I’m not much into fucking baseball,” Cale said, still holding back.
“But he is into fucking women,” Bobby said, his fingers gliding deeper, touching the edges of her furled lips. “If you wondered about us.”
“I thought you might be gay,” she said, answering his teasing tone. “Until a couple somethings kept poking at me.”
“Would it matter if we weren’t all that particular about what we poked?”
Kate blinked. “I don’t know. Um, are you talking each other or me, at the same time?”
“How ‘bout both?”
Kate’s body answered the question, releasing a gush of arousal that made Bobby moan as he dipped deeper into her. “She’s okay with it. Now, let’s stop talking circles around it and just fuck.”
Cale grunted, giving her one last look that seemed to ask her permission.
Could she really do this? She was far, far away from home. No one would ever know.
She reached up, threaded her fingers into the thick hair at Cale’s nape and dragged him down to her mouth.
His kiss was soft, exploring, lips molding hers in sexy circles. She parted her lips and then gasped into his mouth as Bobby dove under the covers and tunneled toward her legs. Hands pushed open her thighs and another set of lips smoothed over her mound and nipped the soft flesh. She opened wider.
Cale lifted his head, rolled the covers down to her waist and leaned over her to slide his mouth from her shoulder to the top of one breast. She cradled his head against her, and kept her eyes open, trained on the ceiling as sensations bombarded her. Hot and cold at the same time, rasping caresses, slick mouths…
She shivered.
“Cold?” Cale said softly.
“No. But can we lose the blanket? I want to move. Have to see,” she said, gritting her teeth because Bobby had just plunged fingers deep inside her pussy.
“Sure thing, baby.” He picked up the edge of the blanket and flung it toward the end of the bed, revealing Bobby who was kneeling between her legs.
His head came up and he gave them both a wink. “I think we can keep this heated up here.”
Her laugh turned into a groan when Cale’s mouth latched onto a nipple and sucked hard, his tongue stroking over the tip inside his mouth.
Bobby spread her with one hand, tugging her labia upward to expose her clit, then dove between her legs.
All coherent thought blew Kate’s mind as the two men turned up the heat, sexy swirls of tongues and fingers going to work on her simultaneously. She widened her legs, raised her knees and stretched out her arms to grab fistfuls of the sheet beneath her to anchor her because she felt like she was flying apart.
Bobby withdrew and then slipped three fingers inside her, curving his hand upward to rub his fingertips against her G-spot. Cale released the breast he’d drawn into a point and slipped across her chest, his hand keeping the wet nipple warm as he suckled its twin.
Kate’s thighs stiffened, widening more, and her hips began to dance upward, pumping to pull on the fingers twisting and rubbing inside her. When arousal began to tighten inside her womb, she moaned.
“Easy there,” Bobby whispered. “Want to come this way? Want to come now?”
She wanted to shout “yes” because they had her wound so tight, but it had been so fast, so fierce that part of her was reluctant for it to end. “Too fast,” she gasped.
Cale let go of her breast and shifted, coming up on his knees beside her and placing both hands over her breasts, continuing to massage her while he glanced back at Bobby.
Bobby’s lips curved, and he pulled away his fingers. “Haven’t even kissed you yet.” He crawled up her body as Cale’s hands slid away, and stretched out on top of her. His cock dug into her belly, thick and hard. His mouth stopped to scoop at both breasts, one at a time, but then he was above her, reaching out to enclose her hands and pluck them from the sheets. His fingers entwined with hers, and he brought them beside her head.
The play up to this point had been slightly impersonal—fast and fun—but now, staring into his taut face, free of any amusement, she swallowed, crashing back to earth with a lurch, knowing she was really doing this, really going let two men fuck her.
Her body was ripe for it, her pussy drenched, her nipples sensitized to the point of pain. When his mouth descended, she mewled because even the kiss felt more intimate, more of a commitment to their pleasure and their journey together than she’d ever felt with David. Which shook her.
“Want to change your mind?” Bobby asked softly. “You can. We won’t hold it against you. Maybe you want to think about it some more.”
She searched his gaze and found no recrimination, only the same sensual tension that kept her body hot and tight. Her gaze swung to Cale, who nodded sharply as though he was beyond the point of being verbal. She’d had a boyfriend like that once. He’d rutted like a goddamn animal, never gave her praise or sweet words, but had fucked like a god.
“I’m not changing my mind,” she said, holding Cale’s glance. The lifting of his chest, the unclenching of the fists resting on his knees was enough to convey his relief.
God, he wanted this as much as she did.
Bobby smoothed back her hair, tucking a lock behind her ear. “Want to try something? Might hurt a bit, but we can stop any time you want. You’re in charge.”
With her face so close to his she could see the excitement he tried to bank in his eyes. “What do you want to do?” she asked, nearly breathless herself.
“Let us take you at the same time. Share your pussy with us both.”
“You think you’ll both fit?” she asked, incredulous, because neither cock was small.
“You’ll be surprised what arousal will let happen.” His dark brows waggled. “And baby, I’ve been down there, you’re plenty ready for it.”
She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not sure I like you all that much. You’re making fun of me again.”
“Better than me crying, don’t you think? Because, baby, I’m hurtin’ bad.”
A smile tugged at her lips. “We can try it, but you’ll stop, right? If I say so?”
“You’re in charge.”
She nodded, taking a deep breath, and let them turn her on her side, facing Bobby. She thought she might have preferred staring into Cale’s face, because he didn’t make her feel so exposed, her desire so naked and openly lustful.
A foil wrapper landed on the side of Bobby’s face, and he screwed up his expression in disgust. But he didn’t hesitate, tearing the foil with his teeth and curving his torso to look down at himself as he rolled the latex circle down his cock.
From the noises behind her, Cale was doing the same, and Kate wished she could have had an eyeful of his cock as well. Bobby’s made her mouth water. Thick, maybe seven inches long, it thrust from a sparse nest of black hair at his groin without a single curve or kink. A deeper bronze than the flesh of his belly, the tip was flushed and almost violet.
Bobby smoothed a palm over her hip while Cale stretched out behind her and came close, his cock once again prodding her bottom. Bobby brought his hips flush with hers, and lifted her thigh to drape over his. He reached between them, fit his cock at her entrance and then glanced up to catch her gaze. “Watch me come into you,” he whispered.
Kate blew between her lips and dropped he
r gaze, trembling as his belly rippled and he curved it again to thrust inside her, sliding slowly up, then beginning a series of sexy little in and out glides to work his way deeper. The ridge around his crown rubbed just the right spot, and she opened her mouth to gasp. Satisfaction stretched his lips into a happy smile.
“Maybe you’re nicer than I thought,” she said softly.
“Don’t mistake the fact your cunt pleases the hell out of me for nice, sweetheart. Cale’s got that end all covered.”
Yes he did. His hands cupped her ass, spreading her cheeks, and his cock glided right over her back entrance, pushing past her pussy.
“You’re sliding under my balls,” Bobby said, gritting his teeth. “Don’t move for a second.” His face flushed a deep red; his lips tightened against his teeth.
The pleasure flooding his expression leeched away his cocky self-assurance, and Kate could only stare as he struggled to maintain control.
When his breathing evened out a bit, he reached between their bodies and pulled open her labia, which were clasping him tight. “There you go, Cale. Push inside. Neither of us is gonna last long.”
When Cale’s cock slid back and pushed at the bottom of her pussy, she winced. “I don’t think this is gonna work. Not enough room.”
“Relax, sweetheart,” Bobby said, bringing his head up to capture her lips in a swift, hot kiss.
Then Cale was prodding her again, his fingers slipping inside her, behind Bobby’s cock, and opening her more, and, at last, the tip of his cock crammed inward.
Kate whimpered, stiffening between them, her frantic gaze meeting Bobby’s. He ended the kiss and slid his cheek alongside hers. “Relax. Let him in.”
And then they were both inside her pussy, both beginning to move—so thick they stretched her, burned her inner tissues. But fluid was washing down her channel, coating them both in warmth, lubricating her vagina as they churned in slow, short strokes as Cale crammed deeper.
“What does it feel like?” she whispered to Bobby. “Having him squeezing up against you?”
Bobby’s mouth opened around a groan. “What does it feel like to you?”
“Tight, full…I’m not gonna last another second.”
“Then come. We’ll both be right there with you.”
Both men gripped her body at the hips and waist and plunged upward, shoving deep, and Kate couldn’t hold back. Her body quaked between them; her back bowed, slamming against Cale’s chest. Her thigh clutched Bobby’s hip hard, and her hands gripped his shoulders as the two moved in unison, fucking into her.
Kate felt caught between two rival storms, buffeted on both sides. When her orgasm exploded, she faintly heard the sharpening whimpers she made, and their muffled curses and grunting gasps.
When their bodies shuddered against her, deep groans soaring in the air around her, she had the random thought that she’d never felt so alive or filled with passion.
The men slowly settled, their cocks holding still inside her as their erections waned. The sweat dampening her front and back became chilled, and she must have shivered, because Bobby swore softly.
“Don’t wanna come out,” he muttered. “Not yet. You gettin’ cold?”
She didn’t want either to pull away any more than he did. With space, she might rethink what she’d let happen—no, what she’d asked to have done to her—and she wasn’t ready for that. “Maybe if you came a little closer…”
“Baby, if I get any closer I’m gonna be breathing for you.” But he did lift his hand to cup her shoulder while Cale slid his thigh over her hip.
Completely surrounded, she relaxed, closing her eyes.
“Kate, what the hell were you doin’ on that road in a snowstorm?” Cale said, petting her hip.
She didn’t want to talk. Didn’t want to admit she hadn’t given her flight from the lodge any thought for the conditions. “Escaping…”
Bobby’s body stiffened against her. “Someone after you?”
“Maybe. Then again, he’s probably just getting busy again with his little whore on the side,” she muttered, glad her heart didn’t ache even a little at the thought.
“You have a husband?” Cale asked. “Not cool, Kate.”
“Ex-fiancé,” she said softly, relieved when his tightening body relaxed behind her again.
“What’d he do to send you runnin’?” Bobby asked, his hand smoothing from her shoulder to cup her breast.
“Fucked another woman in our bed,” she said, breathing deeply as he squeezed.
“I see,” Bobby said, his tone neutral. “This a little revenge sex, then? I’m okay with that.”
She couldn’t stop a grin from tilting up the corners of her mouth. “I swear I don’t think I’ve ever met a bigger smart ass than you.”
“And to think, I get to spend my winters with that mouth,” Cale mumbled.
“I don’t know,” Kate drawled. “I kind of like what he does with that mouth when he’s not talking.”
“You do?” Bobby asked with a crooked grin.
Both cocks locked deep inside her began to stir, flooding her pussy and her chest with warmth. “Mmmm-hmm. And if this is what getting a little revenge feels like, I gotta have me some more.”
Chapter Three
Cale listened to his two companions trading quips and wished he was half as easy talking to women. Kate sounded so happy, nestling close to Bobby, that he felt a twinge of jealousy.
He didn’t want to be eaten up with jealousy over some woman he barely knew. And he wished like hell he could figure out a way to have her all to himself for a little while, just so he could explore some of those other places Bobby had already test-driven. The thought of sliding his tongue inside her wet, juicy pussy, hearing her moans, all for him, made him restless.
“Maybe you should go check on the livestock,” he said, lifting his gaze over her to glare at Bobby.
Bobby’s lips twisted, then his gaze narrowed for just a second. “He’s right,” he said to Kate. “They had plenty of hay and water, but the snow’s gonna get deeper before this is through.” His forehead met hers for a moment and he groaned. “But I really don’t want to come out of your sweet cunt, Katie.”
“Do you always talk like that?” she said, half-gasping, half-laughing.
“Why be polite? You’re goddamn hot. My cock knows it, and he’s already complaining about having to go.”
“I promise I’m not going anywhere.”
Bobby sighed, then aimed another glare at Cale and slowly eased from her body, his fingers cupping the edges of his condom. Even before his bare feet hit the planked floor, Cale was easing his cock deeper inside her.
Cale smoothed his hand from her hip over the edge of her pelvis and spread his fingers to cup her sex and ring himself, holding the condom firmly in place as he dove deep.
His thumb toggled the knot at the top of her sex, but he held himself still inside her, waiting to see whether she was okay with a little one-on-one with him.
Her hand came over his, halting him.
His breath caught, disappointment twisting deep in his belly.
“Can I turn around?” she whispered. “I’d like to see your face.”
Cale pressed his lips against the top of her shoulder and moved back, pulling out of her, waiting as she rolled to her back.
Then he was climbing on top, spreading her legs with his knees and lowering his body flush with hers. “Am I too heavy?”
“You’re perfect,” she moaned, a smile tipping up the corners of her full, soft mouth. Her hands cupped his chest, fingers threading into his chest hair and tugging. “I’m thinking it was a good thing you were the one to carry us up that hill.”
Cale hadn’t given it a thought. Bobby had been the one smart enough to think on his feet. Bobby would have managed if it had been the other way around, but maybe not as quickly. “It all worked out. That’s all that matters.”
“I agree. This whole trip could have been a disaster. Until now. Ever think that m
aybe things work out the way they’re supposed to?”
“Like you were meant to be in my bed in the middle of a snow storm? That’s more of a fantasy come true, just pure dumb luck.”
“I mean it. I’ve had my head in the same sad place so long, wasting time on the wrong guy for all the wrong reasons. It’s like my finding him that way, and then you finding me…”
“Don’t paint rosy pictures around this.”
She wrinkled her nose. “Don’t get scared. It’s not like I think I belong here or anything, but I guess what I’m saying is it’s okay for us all to let go.”
Letting go was all he could think about now that his cock was nudging into her moist, hot center. He braced his hands on the mattress and raised his chest from hers. Then he dug his knees into the mattress to leverage his hips and pushed upward, gliding easily through her slick walls until he was balls-deep at last. “Baby, you don’t know how good this feels.”
“Sure I do,” she said, her thighs clutching his hips.
Cale began to rock, stroking in and out, loving the simple, basic motions that allowed him to set the cruise control while he watched the changes in her expression. At first, she smiled, almost politely, then her lips parted and rounded as her breathing deepened. Her nostrils flared, and her eyelids lowered, shuttering their expressive depths as though she could hide what she was feeling, what he was making her feel.
But taking his time gave him the advantage. Her arousal was winding up, causing her heels to dig into the backs of his thighs, her pussy to begin those delicious little quivers that worked their way up and down her channel, massaging his dick and urging him deeper.
Her hands moved from his chest to the corners of his shoulders like she needed something firm, something hard and immoveable to hold onto as the tension ratcheted up.
Stroking deep, keeping the rhythm even, he curled his hips just a little at the end of each thrust, just enough to chuff the hair at the base of his groin against her clit. He saw the way she jerked the first time he did it. Then he turned up the heat, grinding harder, deeper, until her eyes squeezed shut and her hips curved higher to meet his strokes.
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