by Jess Dee
“The thing about this position,” he said in a hoarse voice, “is that it lets your imagination run wild.”
Rachel tried to respond, but honestly, she was too horny to speak. Her imagination was already going wild, showing her snippets of all the things his tongue could do to her in this position.
“You can’t see me behind you,” Garreth said. He swept his hot, wet tongue over her pussy lips, making her sigh with bliss. “You can’t see what I’m doing. So it’s easy to close your eyes and imagine I’m anyone you want me to be.”
Her eyes were already closed, and all she saw was the devilish stranger who’d insisted on sharing her fire. It excited her no end.
“I could be me, a man you’ve never met before.” He punctuated his sentence with a devilish swirl of his tongue. “Or I could be someone else altogether. The man of your dreams, perhaps? Mr. Beautiful.”
Ah, which one did she want more? A handsome stranger or a man she’d loved her entire adult life? Depended on which dreams she wanted fulfilled now. A night of anonymous sex, or a lifetime of wretched, impossible love.
Garreth parted her butt cheeks and licked her from her pussy all the way up the cleft between her cheeks and back down again, making her shiver uncontrollably. Holy hell, he had a talented tongue.
“I could even be your journalist friend,” he said, then added in a soft whisper. “Jackson.”
Jackson?
He’d said Jackson’s name?
Holy crap. He had.
The man was no fool. No matter how much she might have denied her feelings in the hotel lounge, he’d seen straight through her. And now he’d brought Jackson up in the middle of their sex play.
Damn it, she didn’t want Jackson interfering in their love making. She wanted him as far away from her thoughts as possible.
Too late. Goosebumps erupted over her flesh and her pussy fluttered. Jackson was in her head again.
“Mmmm.” Garreth gave a satisfied groan and licked her from her clit to her ass again and again. “You like that idea, don’t you?”
No, she hated the idea.
Shit, not true. She loved it. Imagining Jackson knelt behind her was not only easy, it was second nature.
She whimpered, too embarrassed to answer truthfully. She didn’t need to. Her body told Garreth everything he needed to know as she squirmed on the bed, desire whipping through her in a dizzying coil.
“I like the idea too,” he murmured before dipping back in and treating her pussy to a stupendous licking.
Good God, he was aroused at the mention of Jackson’s name? White noise roared in her ears, and her eyes closed of their own accord. An image of Jackson burned her eyelids. Jackson kissing her, Jackson licking her, Jackson making love to her.
Not Jackson. Garreth. Garreth was behind her. She didn’t want Jackson here.
With her eyes closed, it was all too easy to envisage Jackson as the one who now tugged on her hips, pulling her up into a crouching position and lifting her ass higher in the air.
It wasn’t as if the fantasy was a new one. How many nights had she dreamed about just this? Fantasized about Jackson taking her—even though they both knew it couldn’t happen a second time?
Rachel thought she might never breathe again. Her chest heaved uselessly, unable to obtain the oxygen it sought as Jackson’s—no, Garreth’s—wet tongue delighted her with its expertise. Sensation spiraled through her as he swirled it around her folds.
God, Jackson.
Garreth.
The sensation was utterly exquisite. Tender and tempestuous all at the same time. Rachel was on fire, burning with desire. She could explode just like this, with his tongue in her pussy. Jackson’s tongue. Or Garreth’s. Either one.
Garreth licked his way up the crease of her butt and found the tight bud hidden there. Rachel nearly hit the roof as he feathered his tongue over it. Around it. Tantalizing, teasing.
And then not teasing. He pressed his tongue inside her, pushing in maybe a centimeter.
She exploded around him, the unexpected orgasm blindsiding her.
Low groans echoed from Garreth as she came, telling her the pleasure was just as arousing for him. Within seconds of the orgasm, he got to his knees and lined himself up between her legs. The sensation of his cockhead rubbing at her highly sensitized and slippery folds had her gasping. Rabid hunger ripped through her once again.
Again? She’d just come. She couldn’t possibly take anymore.
“Know what else you can imagine in this position?” he asked, his voice a low rasp across her spine. He didn’t wait for her response. “That there are two of us behind you. One taking care of your pussy. Me.” He pushed his cock inside her an inch, just enough to tease and not nearly enough to satisfy. “And one tending to your ass.” Something cool and slippery slid up the crease of her butt cheeks and touched her anus. A finger, probably covered with lube. “Jackson.”
Her eyes popped open. He’d brought up Jackson. Again. Holy crap. Was Garreth here in her head? Sharing her fantasies?
He pushed his cock inside her an another inch. At the same time, the finger that had been massaging her hole slid inside unobstructed, straight past the tight ring of muscle. “You okay with that?”
No, she wasn’t okay with it. She didn’t want Jackson here.
But then why was her body shivering with delight? And why did she ache all over, desperate to come with Garreth and Jackson inside her? “I’m okay with that.” Her words rasped through her throat.
Garreth thrust once, hard, and embedded himself deep inside her with a low moan.
Dear God, he felt good. Thick and long, he reached all the right places. Rachel moved on instinct, rocking her hips, swaying forward and pulling off his cock a few inches, before pressing back and engulfing him once again.
“Oh, yeah. Just like that,” Garreth growled.
The finger in her ass slid deeper, and deeper still, until her pussy was filled with Garreth’s cock, and her ass with Jackson’s finger.
Jackson.
One of Garreth’s hands clasped her hip, and he pulled his cock back before plunging inside her again. Rachel threw her head back with a cry. The sensation of his cock sliding in her pussy while a finger filled her ass was…unbelievable.
He did it again. Only this time, when he plunged back in, the finger was withdrawn.
Jackson and Garreth developed a rhythm, one filling her, while the other withdrew, then vice versa. Each stroke felt better than the last. Exquisite tingles filling first her pussy then her ass, until she could no longer determine where the tingles began and ended. They simply overwhelmed her.
God, yes, she knew it was only Garreth with her. Jackson wasn’t here. He would never be here. But the imagination was a powerful tool, and with her eyes closed and sensation building within, it was easy to pretend.
All too easy. And made even easier when Garreth changed the rhythm. Jackson pumped in time with Garreth’s movements, filling her ass as Garreth filled her pussy, and withdrawing as Garreth drew back.
She could spend an eternity like this. With Garreth and Jackson behind her. Garreth in her pussy, Jackson in her ass. Pleasure rolled through her, utterly delicious.
“Christ, sweet thing,” Garreth moaned. “I want your ass. Wanna come there.”
The finger felt good there, but the thought of a cock, a real long, thick cock in her back passage had Rachel’s knees quivering.
Garreth withdrew from her, as did Jackson. The loss was overwhelming. Too much. She couldn’t bear it. Acting purely on instinct, she burrowed her fingers into her pussy.
Jackson.
A deep rasping groan sounded behind her. “Jesus, that is so fucking hot. Leave your hand there. Don’t take it away. Fuck your pussy while I fuck your ass.”
“Garreth.”
She pumped her finger into her channel, in, out, added a second finer, pumped faster.
“Oh, yeah.” His breath was uneven, his words jerky. “Your fingers could be
his cock,” Garreth whispered. “Jackson can fuck your pussy while I take your ass.”
Oh, sweet, heaven. Had he just suggested…?
Yes, he had, and the very comment sent her hurtling into another orgasm, one so intense it brought tears to her eyes.
God, when had she ever been this aroused, this desperate? When had she ever fantasized about two men at the same time?
He gave her all of five seconds to recover before something cold and wet dripped onto her ass. More lube. She clenched her cheeks as Garreth used the tip of his condom-covered cock to massage it in.
He thrust once, a quick, short thrust, and penetrated her an inch.
Rachel froze. “More,” she demanded.
Garreth pushed forward, penetrating her farther. Sweat beaded on her forehead. Damn. That stung. Burned.
“Rub your clit, sweet thing,” Garreth urged, and she did, removing her fingers to play with herself.
Ahhh, better.
Garreth slid in deeper, stretching her back passage, hurting her, delighting her. Pleasure mingled with pain as he pulled out, easing the tension, then pushed back in.
Damn, how good did that feel?
Jackson slammed his cock back into her pussy.
Garreth seated himself to the root in her ass with a lusty moan.
She couldn’t keep still, couldn’t not move. She wanted Garreth driving into her, fucking her for all he was worth. Wanted Jackson pleasuring her pussy as Garreth took her ass.
She swung her hips forward, almost displacing Garreth’s cock, then drove back, engulfing him completely.
That was all it took. Garreth’s hands found her hips, and using them to steady himself, he began to fuck her in earnest. Long, slow, drugging strokes, followed by short, quick, carnal ones, then back to the drugging ones.
Time lost meaning. All that existed was her and Garreth and Jackson. The three of them. Or the two of them at any rate. Every inch of her skin was covered in goose bumps. Pleasure soaked deep into her bones.
She couldn’t hold back the ecstasy. It swept through her, over her, unbridled bliss exploding inside. Her climax hit with force, starting in her pussy and spreading in shockwaves through to her ass.
She clamped her muscles around Garreth’s cock, squeezing him, clenching around him.
He let out a roar, thrust hard through her wild orgasm, and froze. Seconds later he too erupted, his cock pulsing in her ass, emptying itself as it beat rhythmically inside her.
With Garreth in her ass and Jackson in her head, Rachel continued to come, one wild undulation following another. Her orgasm was explosive. Fierce. All-consuming.
When the force of her release finally subsided, she was left wasted. Utterly exhausted. She dropped onto the doona, spent, and Garreth followed, collapsing on her back in a massive heap of heated male bulk.
Jackson was nowhere in sight.
Chapter Three
Rachel leaned on the railing at Echo Point and stared sightlessly at the Three Sisters. The natural rock pillars stood majestically before her, demanding her attention. She knew she should give them their due and concentrate on the incredible beauty of the panoramic mountain formations before her, but thanks to Garreth and their evening last night, her mind was too full to focus on anything besides Jackson.
She shoved her hands into the pockets of her jacket and tried not to shiver from the cold.
Just a few more hours and Jackson would arrive. Two and a half years had passed since she’d last seen him. By mutual consensus they’d decided the path of no contact whatsoever would probably be the wiser one.
God, she missed him. Every day she thought about him, wondered about him. Imagined his kisses, imagined making love to him. And every day she quietly told herself that her living in Sydney was the best thing for them. They couldn’t be together, so why torture themselves?
Problem was, since Garreth had made Jackson a part of their sexual play last night, Rachel was no longer thinking about him every now and again. She was pretty much obsessing about him all the time. Counting down the minutes ’til she saw him. Or she would be if she had an ETA.
“You’re looking pensive,” a familiar Canadian accent drawled in her ear.
A flash of heat ripped through her belly at the unexpected voice. She turned to him with a smile. “Garreth.” Once again, she was struck by his beauty.
“Fancy meeting you here,” he said.
She laughed. As if visiting the Three Sisters wasn’t the number one tourist attraction in the Blue Mountains. “I thought you’d have left the mountains by now.”
He shook his head. “Nope. I’m here for the rest of the weekend. Just like you.”
Rachel did a double take. For some reason she’d been under the misguided impression he was checking out of the hotel this morning. “Oh…uh…”
He frowned. “I hope that’s surprise on your face and not horror.”
She laughed. “Definitely not horror.” A hot tug on her pussy verified her response. Oh, yeah. No horror anywhere in sight.
“Relieved to hear that. You know, I almost didn’t recognize you,” he said.
She stared up at him. “What? You forget what I looked like already?”
He tsked. “Woman, an image of you, naked and coming, is forever seared in my brain.” His voice was low and a little hoarse. His emerald eyes sparkled with desire, which in turn triggered her own lustful hunger.
She licked her lips.
“It’s the toque,” he explained.
Huh? “The what?”
He touched her head. “Your hat.”
“My beanie?” For a minute there she wondered if he’d been speaking English. “What about it?”
He moved his hands to her neck. “Between it and your scarf, they hide your hair.” He wrapped his hands around each end of the scarf and tugged on it, pulling her closer.
She closed the distance between them voluntarily, so they stood pressed together. If she didn’t have on another sixteen odd layers of clothes, they would have been touching. “It’s cold. I need to keep warm.” At least he wore a sweater today.
“It’s cold, for Australia, I suppose,” he acknowledged. “But as I told you last night, we Canadians have a good way of keeping warm.”
Rachel’s knees went weak. Last night. Hell, last night had been up there with the best sex she’d ever had. She whimpered softly as desire, fierce and heated, shot through her. Garreth had left her sated and satiated in ways she’d never dreamed. He’d also left her with a burning need for Jackson. A need hotter than it had ever burned before.
Yesterday she’d thought about Jackson on an emotional level, blocking out the attraction they’d once shared. Today all she seemed able to concentrate on was sex. Sex with Jackson. Sex with Garreth too. Sex with both of them.
By the time Garreth had finished with her last night, her head and heart had been so full of Jackson, she suspected if she’d fallen asleep in Garreth’s bed, she’d have woken up expecting to see Jackson. As it was, she’d dreamed about Jackson the whole damn night. Dreams even more erotic than usual.
Garreth looked at her now with troubled eyes. “You’ve got that pensive expression on your face again. Wanna talk about what’s bothering you?”
“You read me too easily for comfort.” It was uncanny how he’d picked up on her feelings for Jackson.
“I don’t need a degree in psychology to see something’s on your mind.” He rubbed his thumb over her cheek tenderly. “It’s Jackson, isn’t it?”
She gaped at him. Damn it, psychology degree or not, he was far too astute for his own good. “How do you know?”
“It’s the sighs you keep emitting. They’re a dead giveaway.”
She slapped her head. “Oh, God, I’m so pathetic.”
“Pathetic? Hardly.” He snorted in derision. “Sexy, beautiful and about the most fuckable woman I’ve ever met? Definitely.”
Was he crazy? “Garreth, I’m standing here, sighing about another man, and you still thi
nk I’m fuckable?”
“I don’t think. I know. Last night you were supremely fuckable. Today? Even more so. I would dearly love to get you back to my room so I can get rid of that jacket, and the four hundred sweaters you have on beneath it, and have my wicked way with you.”
Goosebumps skittered up her spine. “Even knowing there’s another man on my mind?”
He brushed a tender hand over her cheek. “I’m leaving Australia in two weeks,” he said. “Never coming back. Does it bother me that the woman I want to spend a dirty weekend with has someone else on her mind? No, sweet thing. Not in the least. Now tell me about him.”
She hesitated.
“Will it help if I tell you there’s a woman on my mind too?” he asked, as though sensing her reluctance to talk honestly.
She raised an eyebrow.
He gave her a sad smile. “I’m not feeding you a line to make you feel better. I just want you to know you can talk to me.”
“Tell me about her.” If he could talk about his woman, perhaps she could tell him about Jackson.
He shrugged. “There’s not much to tell. She’s the one. I fell for her the first time I laid eyes on her.”
“And yet you’re not together?”
He shook his head. “She says she loves me too, but won’t act on it. She apparently has her reasons.”
“Is she mad?” Rachel asked before she could stop herself. “You have to be the catch of the century.”
He brushed her cheek again, and a shivery tingle shot through her face and neck. “I’d like to think so.” He smiled, but there was a melancholy in his eyes that belied his gentle humor.
“I’m sorry,” Rachel told him. “If I wasn’t already in love with another man, I’d fall for you like a ton of bricks.”
“You’re just trying to making me feel better.”
“Is it working?”
He looked thoughtful. “It would work better if we were both naked and you said it around a mouthful of my cock.”
She laughed. Oh, God. There went her pussy, gushing like a waterfall all over again. “Garreth?”
“Uh huh?”
“You wanna head back to the hotel so we can both be naked?”
He leaned in real close. “Damn, woman. I would love it.” He meshed his mouth to hers, jerking her body to life in a mad rush, then pulled away, leaving her crazily aroused. “But until you spill your heart, I ain’t leaving this place.”
