Fire & Ice: A Ménage Fantasy

by Chance Carter

  He had touched me and I needed to touch him. I wanted to feel him in my hands before I felt him inside me. I wanted to feel his cock stiffen in my grip and tell me how badly he wanted me. I wanted to feel the smooth skin of his shaft.

  Again he denied me, brushing my hand away from his cock.

  “Oh, please,” I whispered.

  He grabbed both my wrists with one hand and held them above my head. His other hand undid his pants and the sound of them hitting the ground brought my wetness to the next level.

  I’d never been this aroused in my life. I was ready to scream.

  “Do you want to feel me Meadow?”

  “Yes,” I gasped.

  He lifted me up and put me down on the sink, facing him. I felt the sink move slightly, as if we were about to break it, but I didn’t care.

  He held my face in both hands and kissed me. The force of his kiss pushed me back. He bit my lip to bring me back closer to him. His hands slid around to the back of my head, his fingers running through my hair.

  Slowly, he pulled away from our kiss, holding my head softly as he stopped everything to look at me.

  Nervously, I looked back at him, and when our eyes met, my stomach turned and I felt my heart move to my throat. He had kind eyes, they were gentle and no doubt the window to a very deep soul. I wanted so badly to know what he was thinking as he looked at me in silence.

  We were locked in such an intense moment.

  There was a connection I’d never felt before. While we explored each other’s eyes, I couldn’t ignore the fact that the head of his throbbing boner was resting in the wet lips of my pussy.

  I felt it move subtly and almost climaxed just imagining what was to come.

  My mind raced. I was experiencing a mind, body, and soul overload. It was all too much and suddenly I broke the silence.

  “I’m sorry I was mean to you.”

  “Shh,” he said, smiling. “I’m the one who’s sorry.”

  Our eyes locked and in that moment, without breaking contact, he pushed his dick into me.

  My hands reached for his biceps and held on tight. It hurt, but it was a good hurt. I still hadn’t seen or touched his dick, but I could feel how big he was as he pressed through my tight, soaking wet hole. My nails clenched into him as he made the final push and was completely inside me.

  “Oh, Kane, you feel so good,” I gasped.

  “Quiet,” he panted, kissing me to stop me talking.

  He was right. If I kept going, I’d ruin the moment.

  I was nervous and overwhelmed and felt like I needed to talk to ease the intensity. I had no idea how to handle what was happening. He pulled his dick out to the very tip and swiftly slid back inside me.

  I focused on the sensation of his cock entering deep inside my body. All I needed to handle was his massive dick.

  I kissed him as his thrusts became shorter, quicker and harder. His bold movements lifted my ass off the counter over and over again. We were in danger of ripping it from the wall.

  I tried to scream in pleasure, but Kane covered my mouth with his hand.

  I never felt anything like it in my entire life. The passion, the connection, the pleasure of a massive penis. I never wanted him to stop fucking me. I ran my hands down his body and could feel the definition of abs and pecs under his shirt. I wanted to rip it off to see for myself, to touch every inch of his skin with my hands.

  He kept kissing me, my mouth, my neck, my throat, while his cock slid powerfully in and out of my pussy. The pleasure was unbelievable.

  Suddenly, we heard someone try to open the door. I froze, but Kane kept fucking me. I was terrified whoever it was would come in and catch us. I bit into Kane’s shoulder, as if to hide my face.

  The pain made him thrust even harder, causing me to cry out again.

  “What’s going on in there?”

  They tried the door again but it was firmly locked.

  Kane kissed my neck as he reached around to my ass with both hands and pulled me down from the counter and firmly onto his cock. He impaled me completely.

  I forgot all about the person at the door, even as they continued to struggle with the door handle.

  “We should get out of here,” I gasped to Kane. “You’re going to get us into trouble.”

  “You’re not going anywhere, not until I cum inside you.”

  “What?” I gasped, but I was powerless to resist him. Even if I wanted to, my body wouldn’t obey.

  I gripped around his neck, digging my nails deep into his muscles as he thrust himself so far into my body I thought he’d break me. I was completely his, completely under his control.

  He moved harder and faster, pumping into my helpless body like a raging machine.

  We both looked down and watched his cock slide in and out of me. My eyes grew in amazement. He was even bigger than I’d feared.

  He thrust into me, again and again, and before I knew it, he was bent over me, burying his face in my shoulder. I felt his dick pulsing inside me. I put my arms around his body, and dragged my fingers down along his back as he unloaded all his cum deep inside me.

  “Oh, God,” I cried out as the sensation of his cum flooding into me overwhelmed my senses.

  He kissed my neck as his cock continued to flow into me. Then I felt his body relax. It was as if a raging inferno had just been quenched.

  He lifted me off the counter and set me back on the ground.

  “Meadow,” he panted, “you’re incredible.”

  “Stop talking and get your pants on,” I said, eyeing the door that was still shaking from the person outside trying to get it open.

  Whoever it was sure was persistent.

  We quickly pulled our pants up and adjusted ourselves.

  “How do I look?” I said.

  “Like you’ve just been fucked by a stallion,” he said, winking at me.

  I squeezed my legs together and trembled with desire. I could still feel his cum inside me.

  “Come on,” he said, kissing me on the forehead and giving my ass a tight squeeze.

  He opened the door of the washroom and stepped out. Four girls were out there, waiting to use the washroom. They all looked at us conspiratorially, knowing exactly what we’d been up to.

  “It’s all yours, ladies,” Kane said, with so much swagger I saw each and every one of them swoon with jealousy.

  Then he looked back at me and gave me a wink.

  “Catch you later, gorgeous.”

  Then he walked across the bar. Without me!

  Catch you later?

  What the hell just happened?

  CHAPTER 22

  KANE

  Holy hell. I just had the best fuck of my life!

  The thought of my cum in Meadow’s pussy made my cock pulse all over again.

  I wiped the sweat off my forehead and made my way to the back of the brewery to find Paul. He was talking to Jason and as I got closer, I gave them both a nod, not interrupting their conversation. Jason handed me a sample of the beer they were discussing.

  “I was just telling Paul that I experimented with a different flavor on this one. Have a sip and let me know what you think,” Jason said.

  He was obviously feeling pretty proud. As I took a sip, I looked at Paul who was eagerly watching me. It was clear he had already tasted and guessed correctly what was in it. I let the flavor sit in my mouth for a few seconds as they both waited for my response.

  “It’s good. A lighter beer. It tastes pretty fresh,” I said.

  “Yeah, but can you tell what I added?” Jason asked.

  “It kind of tastes sweet. Fruity, like a chick’s beer.”

  “Yeah, yeah, but can you taste which fruit it is?” Paul said, jumping in.

  “I don’t know man, you guys are the experts. I just like beer,” I said as I took another sip.

  They looked disappointed. Jason continued about the beer.

  “There’s a tart cherry flavor in there.”

  “I coul
d taste it instantly,” Paul said with pride.

  Jason continued. “Even if you just smell it, you can pick up on the tart, cherry smell. At first it tastes sweet, like amber malt. The sweetness isn’t overpowering. Then, it takes on a dryer flavor. Finally, you’re left with a mild cherry essence that lingers sweetly on your tongue.”

  “That’s what she said,” I said and the guys laughed.

  It was an old joke, but always good for a laugh.

  “Everyone but you has let that joke die, Kane.”

  I grinned at them. “I’ll never give up on it.”

  I was a beer fan, and I respected the passion Paul and Jason had for it, but I didn’t want to spend the whole night talking about cherry and amber malt.

  “Speaking of she,” I said, “are you still hanging out with that same girl, Jason?”

  “The redhead with the addiction for yoga pants,” Paul added.

  “No, that fizzled out a couple weeks ago. I’m back to the bachelor life.”

  He didn’t seem overly disappointed about it.

  “How about you, Paul?” Jason said, using his high pitched, joking voice. “You still holding strong to your decision? No more being a player for you? Still looking for that special someone? Still searching for the one? Your one true love?”

  With each question, his voice got higher, and funnier. I laughed but forced myself to stop when I looked at Paul. He was pretty serious about his decision to find one special girl.

  “Kane ended things with Steph today,” Paul said, changing the subject.

  “Finally,” Jason said, before Paul had the chance to finish his sentence.

  I looked at them both. It was obvious they’d discussed the subject before. I didn’t say anything. They looked at each other and got the hint, letting the conversation move on.

  “Hey, when was the last time the three of us went to Big Sur together?” Paul said.

  Finally. A subject that I was interested in.

  “It’s been way too long,” Paul continued. “We should go. We’re all completely free right now. Perfect time for a guy’s trip.”

  “Sounds good to me,” Jason said. “I could really use a break.”

  I nodded noncommittally, but the more I thought about it, a few days away with good buddies sounded like something I could really use.

  “The catch is, we’d have to leave tomorrow,” Jason said. “Would that work for you guys? I just started a couple batches of beer and need to get back for when they ferment.”

  “I’m sure I could get out of my shifts,” Paul said. “The new guy is always looking to pick up extra hours.”

  They both looked to me.

  I smiled. “Well, with all the work Paul got done at the shop today, I’m ahead of schedule. I’ll just have to stop by in the morning to make...”

  “Yes!” Paul said, cutting me off loudly. “Kane is in too. I can’t believe it.”

  He slapped me hard on the back and I laughed.

  “Yeah, I’m in. Let’s do this,” I said.

  Jason was thrilled.

  “Wicked,” he said. “I’ll drive. My buddy has a place up there. He said I can crash any time. I’ll give him a call later to make sure he’s cool with the three of us coming.”

  “Let’s head out early so we’ve got plenty of time to catch some waves,” Paul said.

  “I’ll have to catch up with you guys there,” I said. “I’m in, but I do need to stop by the shop first. I don’t want to hold you up.”

  It was true I needed to clean up a few things at the shop, but I also wanted to make sure I had my own vehicle. I didn’t want to be completely locked in to their schedule.

  “Come on, man,” Paul said. “We’re a team.”

  “We’re a team with two cars,” I said.

  He didn’t push the issue for fear I’d back out completely. This was the first time in months I’d agreed to do anything remotely fun. The first time since … the accident.

  “Hey you guys, your order’s almost up,” the waitress said as she popped between the tanks to give us a heads up.

  CHAPTER 23

  MEADOW

  I pulled out the bar stool and sat back down next to Sandra.

  “What took you so long?” she asked.

  My stomach twisted. I wondered had I really been gone that long. I must have been. Okay, I knew I’d been. But my mind was scrambled from what Kane had just done to my body.

  I couldn’t come up with a single decent excuse.

  “It’s a bit early in the night to be disappearing without an explanation,” Sandra said with a giggle. “Any longer and I was going to come looking.”

  “There was a line,” I said weakly.

  “I was so starving I ordered us an appetizer to share. I hope you like calamari.”

  She just kept talking. She didn’t even look up from her phone to check that it was me who sat next to her. I was relieved. She was too distracted to notice the guilty look on my face, or the messed up hair and slightly ruffled clothing. It looked like I was going to get away without having to explain myself.

  The waitress came by and placed the calamari in front of us.

  “Are you ladies ready to order your main courses?” she asked.

  “I’ll need a few more minutes,” I said, picking up the menu.

  Sandra wasted no time diving into the calamari. I dove right into my glass of wine. I intended to have a sip, but soon realized that if I didn’t stop, I’d have chugged the whole thing. The last thing I needed to do was draw more attention to myself.

  I put the glass down and gently pushed it away as I debated between two menu options.

  “What are you going to have?” Sandra asked.

  “I can’t decide,” I said, putting the menu down. “I’ll make up my mind when she comes back.”

  Sandra gestured for me to help myself to the calamari, so I did. She picked up another piece and dipped it in the sauce.

  It felt surreal, sitting there so soon after what had just happened. I still had Kane dripping out of me, messing up my panties, but I was already back at the bar, eating calamari! I looked at Sandra then took another extra-long sip of wine.

  “I have no idea what’s in this sauce, but it’s delicious,” Sandra said, holding a piece of dip soaked calamari in front of my face.

  “Yeah, it’s so good. Good call ordering a starter. I was starving too,” I said.

  Sandra smiled, feeling pleased with herself.

  Then she looked up at my face for the first time since my return.

  “Oh my God, Meadow. You’re cheeks are so rosy. You look like you just ran a marathon.”

  Oh shit.

  “They look amazing. They’ve got this fullness and a real natural glow to them. What kind of blush do you use? I need it.”

  I couldn’t believe it. Saved again by Sandra’s tipsy buzz!

  “Yup, my face really needed a freshen up,” I said. “The blush is amazing. I get it from a company online. I’ll send you the link later.”

  My blush was amazing, but I didn’t have it with me. It was still sitting on the vanity in my bedroom in Palo Alto, next to all the other expensive products I’d left behind.

  Sandra smirked.

  “What?” I said.

  “Oh, just something tells me it will be a little out of my price range,” she said, standing up.

  “Out of both our price ranges now,” I said, laughing.

  The funny thing was, no one had ever complimented my rosy cheeks when I had all that expensive makeup. It took a real man and he’s real big, delicious cock to put a real glow on my cheeks!

  “My turn to use the ladies room,” Sandra said. “If the waitress comes, order me the fish tacos?”

  “For sure,” I replied.

  I reached into my bag and pulled out my phone to busy myself. I was nervous to be left on my own at the bar. I had no idea where Kane was. I hadn’t seen him before our little rendezvous, and I hadn’t set eyes on him since.

  I kep
t glancing around, hoping to find him. Where was he? He couldn’t do what he’d just done and then disappear. What if I needed a top up?

  My stomach did a flip as I thought of what I’d say if I saw him again. Was he there, somewhere, watching me right at that very moment? The place was too busy to find him.

  I was still in shock. I couldn’t believe what we’d done. It was the naughtiest, most delicious, craziest thing I’d ever done. I was sure the girls who’d been waiting outside the washroom would recognize me.

  Before I knew it, Sandra was sitting back down next to me. Clearly she hadn’t had as eventful a trip as mine!

  “Did you order yet?” she asked.

  “Nope. She hasn’t been by.”

  “I’m so starving.”

  “You and me both,” I said, shoving another piece of calamari into my mouth.

  “So tell me more about you, Meadow. Tell me about this girl from Palo Alto who just appeared in Pismo Beach last night. What’s your story, you know, from before the cheating ex-husband?”

  The last thing I wanted was to talk more about myself. I wanted to avoid any conversation that would lead me to nervously blurting out what I had just done.

  Who I had just done.

  What would she think of me?

  How would I explain myself?

  Oh you know, I’m just the girl from Palo Alto who arrived less than twenty-four hours ago and fucked the first guy she met in the bar bathroom. Oh, and he’s the guy who caused a big scene with me last night and again this morning.

  Yeah, I’m totally normal.

  Even worse, what if I admitted it to her and she wasn't surprised?

  What if she wasn’t even shocked because that’s what Kane does with all the women who come to Pismo Beach?

  Yup, that’s Kane for you. Always quick to show new women the back of the bathroom door. He for sure didn’t hesitate when he lead me back there. Best fuck of my life.

  I’d be mortified to find out I was just one of many girls. I didn’t want her to tell me anything I wasn’t ready to hear.

  “Enough about me,” I said. “Let’s talk about you. I feel like all day all we’ve talked about is me and my problems. I know nothing about you. Did you grow up here?”

  I hoped to God she would take the bait.

  “Yup. Pismo Beach, born and raised,” Sandra said, but she was interrupted when the waitress came by.