Riding Red

by Nadia Aidan

His woman? The emotions his words aroused vied for dominance inside her. His entire expression was darkly possessive, even his hand curled at her waist was tight. She wasn’t sure how she felt about belonging to Jeff Downing, even as the very thought caused her belly to dance with jitters, and to know he had feelings for her… It was there in his eyes, stamped across his face. He was serious.

  “This is all too much for me, it’s all too overwhelming,” she said in a rush. “I—I’ve never done this before. A-and I don’t want anyone to be hurt by this. I don’t have to do this…you don’t have to do this. I don’t even want to,” Teresa stammered.

  Jeff cast her a knowing grin. “You belong to me.” His gaze flickered over her head at Jason. “My brother knows this and no matter what happens tonight between the three of us, that will never change. I can’t deny I want you all to myself, but there will be plenty of time for me to have you when Jason is gone. Right now, however, he is here, and I know you want this, Red, and I want to give this to you. I want to share this with you, but if you don’t, all you have to do is say so. Just say the word…”

  Jason now stood so close that his every breath whispered across her face, tickling her cheek.

  “Just say the word,” Jeff repeated.

  No. That was all she had to say and Jason would leave. Jeff was offering her one last chance. All she had to do was say the word, and Jason would walk away…but if he did, she knew she would never have the chance to experience this again. More than that, she would always regret denying herself this one stolen moment of pleasure, of fulfilling a fantasy she’d never imagined she ever would, all because of…what? Fear? But why was she so afraid?

  Because her ex had hurt her so deeply? Made her afraid to be intimate with another man? Made her believe no other man would want her?

  She’d wasted two bitter years nursing a broken heart and the pain of her failed marriage, but no longer. Tonight was not about fear or dwelling in the past, it was about experiencing pleasure and revelling in the longings of her body, succumbing to her innermost desires.

  “Red?”

  All she had to do was say no.

  She couldn’t.

  She didn’t.

  Chapter Five

  The ferocity of the storm raging through Hockley had begun to wane, even though rain continued to pelt the roof and thunder roared through the sky. Teresa’s own inner emotions oddly mimicked the tempestuous, tumultuous storm still raging outside as Jason closed the bedroom door behind her.

  With Jeff’s shirt still wrapped around her, she clutched at the thin material despite the fact that it failed to fully cover her. With Jeff in front of her, and Jason still hovering against the door at her back, the shirt seemed to be the only thing standing between her and the two men.

  But not for long.

  Her heart beat out a furious staccato—the rhythm so fast and hard, she could almost imagine one could hear the pulsing sound from across the room. When Jeff’s eyes narrowed on her, she wondered if maybe it wasn’t her imagination at all.

  “Come here.”

  Teresa hesitated for perhaps a second before she crossed the room towards him. She quaked as she stood before him, staring into his shadowed face from beneath the fan of her lashes. As her gaze roamed his hard, muscled, naked body, she considered for possibly the hundredth time how she’d ended up here, with this man, when she’d sworn she never would. Teresa didn’t even bother adding Jason to the equation, because the notion was simply too overwhelming.

  She’d sworn she couldn’t stand Jeff Downing, that she loathed him, that he was an immature playboy interested in nothing more than chasing skirts. Then she’d sworn she’d never be one among the throng of women who flocked to his bed, because he didn’t know what it meant to be a one-woman man, and Teresa had never taken to the idea of being just another notch on Jeff Downing’s belt.

  He reached out his hand to cup her cheek, and she closed her eyes as his rough palm caressed her skin. When he touched her, she didn’t feel like another in a line of many. Teresa’s eyes fluttered open, and she lost herself in the ocean blue waves cresting in his gaze. When Jeff looked at her—whenever he looked at her—she felt as though she was the only woman he saw, that there was no one but the two of them in the entire world.

  Jason shifted behind her, reminding Teresa that she and Jeff weren’t the only two people in the world, and certainly not in that room, but for a moment it had just been the two of them.

  The thought which flickered into her mind then was so startling, she had to swallow down the lump in her throat. It was so unexpected, and so unwelcome that Teresa refused to even acknowledge it, but when Jeff’s eyes sharpened on her, she wondered for the third time that night…could he somehow hear her inner thoughts or was her face that open to him, her emotions that easy to read?

  She glanced away, because she wasn’t yet ready to face the truth—she had feelings for Jeff Downing, real, genuine feelings for the man. She definitely wasn’t ready to reveal this knowledge to him as she kept her gaze averted, but Jeff was not one to let her retreat from him, not ever.

  The gentle pressure of his hand brought her attention back to his face, and she held his gaze while his other hand curled around her fingers as one by one he removed them from the shirt she still clutched until the garment slipped to the floor.

  She trembled before him, and his smile was gentle, coaxing, as he slowly lowered his head. Jeff’s kiss was just as gentle, just as coaxing, as the warm pressure of his lips seduced her into parting her own. His tongue darted inside, tasting her, teasing her until she let out a small moan.

  His kiss melted the last of her reserves and she coiled her arms behind his neck, pressing her body flush against his. She swallowed his hoarse groan, at the same time a soft sigh whispered out of her with the feel of his erection nudging against her belly.

  Entwined in his arms, Teresa lost count of how many minutes passed, of where she was, even, until she felt the edge of the bed against the back of her knees. Lowering her atop the bed, Jeff positioned her body so that her legs dangled over the side. It was only when he dropped to his knees and hoisted her limbs over his shoulders that she understood why he hadn’t wanted her entire body on the bed.

  Next time I will taste you here.

  A tiny quiver surged through her as Jeff continued to hold her gaze at the same time he leant forward to bury his face against her pussy. The first swipe of his tongue through her tender, wet folds brought a soft cry to her lips. She ached to close her eyes and loose herself in the bliss of his questing tongue, but Teresa forced herself to maintain their locked gazes, knowing at her core that’s what he wanted. Jeff wanted to look into her eyes as he gave her pleasure, he wanted to revel in the slight blush staining her cheeks, her eyes shimmering with desire, her lips parting slightly when she struggled to catch her breath as she came.

  Jeff wanted to see it all stamped across her face, and Teresa wanted to give it to him.

  The dipping of the bed drew her attention, and she tore her gaze from Jeff for just a moment to see Jason hovering above her, his knees positioned near her head. He’d stripped naked, and his torso filled her vision, every ripple of perfect, dense muscle bunching as he leaned over her. She’d forgotten all about Jason…which wasn’t a surprise since Jeff’s presence had a tendency to rob her of all awareness.

  This time, however, Jason would not be ignored, and Teresa found it impossible when he reached out to cup the weight of her breasts within his palms. He massaged her flesh, tenderly at first, kneading the soft mounds with his hands. Her nipples tightened as desire flushed hot through her body. Jason plucked at her peaks, causing them to draw tighter. He teased her flesh, sending hot shocks of heat skating down her spine.

  When she was nothing more than a trembling mass of sensation, Jason lowered his head to her chest, taking one of her ripened nipples deep within the wet heat of his mouth. Warmth spread through her, while arrows of pleasure shot straight to her belly, sending another wa
ve of heat surging from her pussy. Jeff released a ragged moan as he eagerly lapped up her juices, the vibration of his warm breath against her slit ratcheting her pleasure higher.

  Teresa was lost in the storm of hot tongues and warm mouths against her heated flesh. With one hand, she cupped the back of Jason’s head, while the fingers of the other dug into Jeff’s scalp. Her grip on both of them was desperate, wanton, as she held them to her, savouring the erotic sensations coursing through her.

  It was all too much, the pleasure too intense, and even though maybe only a few minutes had passed, she began to quake with the first wave of her climax roiling then cresting through her. Jeff sensed her impending release and speared her harder, his tongue probing and pushing through her clenching muscles to the core of her.

  She called his name on a blinding rush of pleasure, her head falling back, her eyes firmly shut. Every part of her began to pulse with pleasure, as her body went up in flames, heat spreading through her entire being like a blazing wildfire.

  “Jeff!” She screamed his name through the intensity of her orgasm raking through her. Her sticky cum poured from her hole and Jeff drank from her, licking up her juices. Teresa thought she had nothing left to give, that her body was spent, every part of her wrung dry, but when Jason tugged on her nipple with his finger, and sucked the other one deeper into his mouth, his tongue swirling around the tight peak, she came again.

  It wasn’t as intense as her first climax, but the orgasm ripping through her was so unexpected that all Teresa could do was gasp in surprise, in pleasure. She drenched Jeff’s mouth with more of her cum—her hot, clasping sex quivering with tiny contractions.

  When finally her body quieted, Jason lifted his head, releasing her tender peak with a slight popping noise. At the same time, Jeff drew back from her and stood. His lips glistened wet with the evidence of her pleasure, and it sent an erotic thrill racing down her spine to see her juices wetting his lips.

  Without a word, Jeff nudged her over onto her hands and knees and Teresa crawled to the centre of the bed. She knew what was to come next and her body trembled with anticipation, even as nervous jitters settled within her jostling belly. As if sensing her mood, Jeff palmed her ass, his hand gentle against her as he caressed her flesh. The simple act soothed her, quieting the last of her apprehension. Soon she had no more time to question her decision, to question what she was doing, as Jason raked his hand through her wild locks and lifted her head.

  His hot, throbbing cock bobbed before her—nine inches of steel rippling beneath stretched skin and purple veins. Teresa glanced up, her eyes meeting Jason’s, and her heart pounded harder and faster at the look of pure pleasure she glimpsed there, mixed with raw, unabated need.

  “Suck him,” Jeff commanded, the deep timbre of his voice washing over her as sensual as a caress. A shudder raced through her, as she slipped her gaze back to the pulsing shaft before her, the thick mushroom head glistening wet with pre-cum. Before Teresa could question her actions, before she could let doubts creep into her subconscious, she swiped her tongue across the broad crown of Jason’s cock, drawing in the salty taste of his arousal.

  A feral growl rose up out of him as his hand coiled tighter within her hair, urging her to take him inside her mouth.

  Teresa didn’t hesitate.

  In one smooth, fluid motion she swallowed Jason’s cock in a single stroke, until he settled against the back of her throat.

  He cursed, the lewd words stoking her pleasure, spurring her on. Up and down she bobbed her mouth on his cock, deep-throating him with every stroke. Jason gripped her hair so tightly, she knew that when she was done some of her strands would remain tangled between his fingers. Teresa ignored the slight twinge of pain as she savoured the pleasure of simply pleasing him.

  More pre-cum leaked from his cock, and she swallowed the salty, metallic taste as she took him harder, deeper. She broke her rhythm just long enough to glance up at Jason. His head was thrown back—his eyes clenched shut, his mouth open as he panted wildly. Teresa delighted in the vision of him desperately grasping her hair, while every taut muscle in his abdomen bunched and flexed as if it was all he could do to hold himself rigid in order to stave off his impending climax.

  And Teresa knew his orgasm was not far behind by the way his cock thickened in her mouth as blood swelled his already turgid flesh. She tightened her lips around him and prepared to take him deeper into her mouth, until she felt the probing nudge of hard flesh against her opening.

  Teresa gasped around Jason’s cock, but she didn’t stop, even as hot coals of desire ignited within her belly. Much like before, she could feel the urgency cording every muscle within Jeff’s body. So she was not surprised when he did not feed her his hot, thick shaft slowly, but instead thrust inside her on a single stroke until he bumped against the mouth of her womb.

  She cried out as he filled her, stretched her, claimed her. A maelstrom of pleasure erupted with a violent fury inside of Teresa and she shook from the intensity of sensations rushing through her. Jeff surged through the slick folds of her pussy, his thrusts going deep and hard. His every push inside her body caused her to swallow Jason deeper, and she took his shaft inside her mouth and down her throat with lusty strokes.

  Jason’s hand fisted in her hair, his fingers coiling tighter around the soft tendrils. She knew he was close when he began to tremble against her, his every stilted movement she felt racing through her. She quickened her mouth on him and the grunt that rose up out of Jason drew her attention to his face. Every muscle was corded tight, but in that moment he glanced down and their gazes locked. His eyes were mostly hooded beneath his lashes, but within his shimmering blue eyes, she glimpsed embers of molten desire.

  With her eyes still trained on him she sank down deeper on his cock, taking him to the back of her throat with slow measured movements. Teresa did not release him from the spell of her gaze or the hot wet centre of her mouth. Her every movement was intended to be an erotic seduction.

  A gasp tore past Jason’s lips only to give way to a groan as he tightened his hold in her hair and threw his head back. His cock pulsed on her tongue until finally it burst with streams of hot liquid that filled her mouth.

  His orgasm burned through him until Jason’s groan of pleasure soon twisted into a harsh desperate grunt as he poured the last of his seed into her mouth.

  Teresa swallowed every drop of his essence until there was nothing left, until he was soft within her mouth. Only then did she release him, and Jason pulled his softening cock from between her lips with a ragged sigh.

  He rolled off the bed, and when she heard the adjoining door open then close shut, followed by the splash of water she knew he’d gone to the bathroom to cleanse himself. However, Teresa had no more time to dwell on Jason and his actions because Jeff chose that moment to slam into her with a hard, deep thrust, reminding her that he was still there and still undeniably hard.

  Before she could take her next breath, he pulled out of her just long enough to flip her over onto her back. Not even a second passed before he was surging into her, filling her to the depths of her core with his hot, throbbing shaft. Jeff hooked her legs with his arms, holding her spread wide. The position sent him tunnelling deeper than before and she gasped as she reached out to grip his forearms, her nails digging into his flesh.

  He stilled instantly, his brow furrowing into a frown. “Did I hurt you?”

  She shook her head, and smiled. “N-no, it just took me by surprise. I’m fine,” she assured him.

  Jeff continued to stare down at her, his eyes still shadowed with concern. She lifted her hand, her fingers lightly tracing the grooves in his brow until they disappeared. She then slid her fingers down his cheek across his chin. When she touched his mouth, she nearly came undone when he parted his lips to suck her fingers into his moist heat.

  When finally he released her, the wicked grin that hitched up his lips made her heart skip a beat and the look that passed between them nearly robb
ed her of her next breath. It was an intimate look, one shared between teasing lovers. Before Teresa could examine what had just happened between them—before she could reflect on what she’d glimpsed in his eyes and the answering flutter in her heart—he dipped his head within the crook of her neck and kissed her flesh.

  His lips were tender, his wet tongue sliding across her heated skin at the same time he renewed his thrusts inside her body, his cock probing the sweet depths of her cunt.

  With her arms clasped around his neck, she anchored herself against him, rocking her hips to the rhythm of his strokes. Jeff cursed against her throat as he flattened his chest atop hers, his hips pistoning furiously. It was all Teresa could do to cling to him as sweat trickled down their bodies, glistening against their skin. His breaths were hot, harsh pants against her neck and his every movement caused the rough hairs of his chest to scrape against her sensitive nipples.

  Still riding the high of her last orgasm, Teresa did not think she could come again, but as Jeff surged into her, the broad head of his cock brushing against her G-spot, a knot of pulsating heat coiled in her belly.

  “I’m coming,” Jeff rasped, his thrusts taking on an urgency that had not been there before. “Fuck, Teresa, I’m coming,” he growled, every muscle in his body straining towards release.

  Teresa felt him swell inside her, his hard length battering against the tight walls of her tunnel. He stroked every sensitive nerve within her cunt, and before she could gather her next breath, a wave of heat crashed down upon her, forcing her to cry out.

  Her pussy gushed with her hot satiny juices, drenching Jeff in her release as her sheath clamped down around his thrusting cock. Her orgasm shattered the last threads of his control and Jeff pumped into her one last time before he exploded. She felt his hot liquid blast into her cunt, followed by a harsh curse. Jeff pulled out of her in the next instant, and with one hand he jacked his cock, spurting the last of his hot release against her belly with a deep, satiated groan.