Winter Fire: A Red Hot Winter Story Page 8

  Rachel sucked the nipple into her mouth, making Garreth shudder.

  “Christ,” he rasped. “I need to see you naked.”

  Rachel grinned as she released his flesh. “Then get rid of these pajamas.”

  “I’ll let Jackson do the honors,” he said, and turned her in his arms so she faced the man she loved.

  He stood less than a meter away. His eyes were dark as night and heated breath escaped his parted lips. When he stepped forward and lifted his hands to undo her buttons, they shook.

  It probably didn’t take long to open her pajama top, but it felt like forever. His hands worked torturously against her. They were icy cold, making her nipples bead instantly, but it was the soft flicking of his fingers over her breasts that drove her wild. It had her moaning in Garreth’s hold. The cold prickles that had covered her skin vanished. Goose bumps took their place, erupting all over her arms and shoulders. Her nipples were tight buds, desperate for Jackson’s touch. For Garreth’s mouth.

  Wet heat pooled in her pussy.

  Jackson heaved in a deep breath as her top fell open. “Dear God.” His voice was dry as grit, and he spent several seconds just staring at her.

  Her breasts grew heavy beneath his gaze. Needy.

  “Damn, Rach.” Jackson swallowed hard. “You’re beautiful.”

  Garreth’s arms reached around her, and he cupped her breasts. One he massaged gently, and the other he brushed with his thumb, running it over her erect nipple.

  Rachel let out a squeak. God, that felt stunning.

  Jackson leaned in and kissed her. She drank from his lips thirstily, dying for another taste of his mouth, his tongue. His hands found her hips and he stepped even closer, holding his lower body snug against hers. His erection ground into her stomach through his jeans.

  Behind her, Garreth nuzzled his nose through her hair to nibble at her neck. He pressed his cock between her buttocks.

  Rachel had trouble remembering to breathe. How could she, when every sense was inundated by these beautiful men? When Garreth, the gorgeous stranger she’d grown so fond of, tantalized her neck with tiny kisses and tormented her breasts with perfect strokes of his hands? When Jackson, the man she’d loved forever and given up hoping for, kissed her like he might never kiss another woman again?

  Guilt licked at her subconscious. This was wrong. They shouldn’t be here. Shouldn’t be doing this.

  She pushed it away, refusing to think about it. Later there’d be time for self-doubt and recrimination. Later she could face the consequences of her actions. And Jackson’s. Now she just intended to luxuriate in those actions. To relish every second spent in Jackson’s and Garreth’s arms.

  As Jackson had said to Garreth, this was a one-off thing, the last night. She wasn’t about to waste a second on shame and remorse. Not now. Tomorrow. But not now.

  Garreth’s hands left her breasts and his cock left her ass. He moved against her back, lowering himself to his knees, dropping light kisses all the way down her spine, making her tingle. He steadied himself by holding her around her hips, just like Jackson.

  And then slowly her pants were sliding over those same hips. Whether Jackson was pushing at them, or Garreth was tugging them down, she couldn’t tell. She just knew they were coming off, and the knowledge had her chest squeezing in anticipation. The liquid pooling in her pussy oozed from her lips and slid onto her inner thigh.

  As Garreth nuzzled her buttock, Jackson dipped his head forward and drew a nipple into his mouth.

  Rachel’s head fell back as sensation and lust tore through her.

  Garreth inserted his hand between her thighs, pushing her legs apart. Jackson suckled on her nipple, the action sending a dart of pleasure rippling through her, deep into her pussy.

  When Garreth swiped a finger over her slick, wet folds and found her clit, Rachel lost it.

  She came. Just like that. With Garreth on his knees behind her, and Jackson latched onto her breast.

  Her knees gave way as waves of bliss crashed over her. Jackson caught her before she fell and carried her to the couch, where he lay her down. She barely had time to breathe before he crouched and buried his face between her legs.

  Rachel’s eyes popped open. Jackson was licking her pussy. She stared at Garreth in disbelief.

  He grinned at her. “Told you,” he mouthed silently.

  Rachel tried to smile back, but Jackson lifted her leg up high and tongued her clit as he slid a finger inside her, making her howl almost as loud as the wind outside.

  Garreth stripped off his pants and headed to the couch, his erection bobbing proudly before him. “You and me have unfinished business,” he told her. “This morning, when Jackson walked in on us, he disturbed us. Remember?”

  She nodded. God, how could she ever forget?

  He gripped the base of his cock. “Wanna try again?”

  “God, yes.” She licked her lips. Her pussy in Jackson’s mouth, Garreth’s cock in her mouth? Damn straight she wanted to try again. Jackson moaned out loud as cream gushed from her pussy. He licked up every drop, still using his finger to fuck her.

  Garreth placed his hands on the back of the couch and leaned over her, bringing his balls to her lips. She dragged her tongue over them.

  The sac pulled tight against the base of his dick and he threw his head back. “Oh, yeah!”

  Jackson paused to look up and watch them. His expression was black, as if seeing them together hurt physically.

  She drew a testicle into her mouth and sucked it gently.

  Jackson inhaled a sharp breath and his eyes darkened, lust lurking in their depths. His finger moved rhythmically inside her. In, out. In, out.

  She released the testicle and repeated the process with Garreth’s other one.

  Using his free hand, Jackson palmed his shaft. He grimaced, as though this was the last place he wanted to be, and the only place he could be.

  Rachel palmed Garreth’s shaft, pulling him down at a different angle so she could place her mouth over the tip of his cock.

  Jackson stroked himself as his finger caressed her channel.

  Rachel swallowed the drops of precome that beaded on Garreth’s tip. She closed her mouth over his cock and took him in as deep as she could.

  Garreth’s groan echoed through the room.

  With a growl, Jackson lowered his head back to her pussy and licked her from her clit, over her lips and around his finger, and between her butt cheeks.

  Then he did it again.

  Rachel broke. She came in his mouth with a loud cry.

  Garreth’s cock slipped from her mouth as the orgasm continued. God, she was coming. On Jackson’s face. With his finger buried in her pussy.

  Jackson.

  She moaned his name out loud.

  He continued to lick her. Even as the spasms subsided, he licked her. Relentlessly. Refusing to stop. He licked her all the way back into another orgasm, which ripped through her, leaving her winded and breathless.

  Only when the ripples of that climax faded did he give her a break.

  Still shuddering in the aftermath of her pleasure, Rachel rolled over. Garreth had knelt on the floor, and because he was so tall, he was at the exact right height. She took his cock back into her mouth. Knowing Jackson watched every move, his gaze both disturbed and aroused, she hungrily sucked Garreth off. And she would have kept on going if Garreth hadn’t pulled back.

  “Easy there, sweet thing,” he muttered. “My staying power is about zero right now.” He looked at Jackson. “Switch?”

  A muscle worked in Jackson’s jaw. “Oh, yeah.” He ditched his jeans.

  Rachel stared at Jackson’s erection, entranced. God, it looked delicious. Long and hard and weeping.

  He and Garreth swapped places, but Jackson did not kneel. Instead he took her hand and drew her upright into a sitting position. All Rachel need do was lean forward and part her lips.

  “Love me, Rach,” he urged with a groan.

  She did, lic
king off his spilled semen, and Jackson growled his pleasure at the contact. She opened her mouth wide and swallowed him down.

  Dear God. She had Jackson’s dick in her mouth. Jackson’s. Yes, she’d tasted it once before, but the guilt associated with the act had dulled the memory. She’d forgotten how easily he slid over her tongue. How greedy she’d been to get him in deeper, to take him all the way down her throat. The memories flooded back now. His taste, his length, delighted her.

  “Ah, fuck.” Jackson’s entire body tensed. “God, baby. That feels so good.”

  She took him in as far as she could and used her hand to cover the rest of his dick. Then she bobbed her head up and down, loving him with her mouth.

  Garreth squeezed in behind her on the couch, placing a thigh on either side of hers and pushing his cock against the small of her back. Rachel edged forward, closer to Jackson, to give him more space.

  She nearly hit the roof when Garreth’s hand found her pussy.

  She’d just come three times in quick succession. She wasn’t sure if she could bear the sensitivity of being touched again.

  But Garreth must have been wise to her mood, because his touch was not designed to arouse. It was designed to soothe. And soothe her he did, sliding his fingers gently over her pussy, using her cream to prevent his hand from abrading her delicate skin.

  The soothing lasted mere seconds before she began to squirm. Before need slammed into her once again, and she no longer wanted his gentle touch. She wanted more. So much more. And she wanted it as much as she wanted Jackson in her mouth.

  “You ready?” Jackson asked, his voice lower than she’d ever heard it before. He sounded both resigned and aroused. Resigned to Garreth’s presence—and aroused by it.

  Ready for what? She couldn’t ask. Her mouth was full.

  “Fuck, yeah,” Garreth answered.

  Jackson put his hands on her head, stilling her movements. “Stand up, Rach. Just for a minute.”

  She pulled off him reluctantly, and he swore, as though the loss of her mouth might kill him. It might kill her as well. Now that she had him where she wanted him, she hated for him to draw away.

  Garreth pushed her hair aside and nibbled on her ear. “I’m going to fuck you, sweet thing,” he whispered. “While you blow Jack. I’m going to slide my cock deep into your pussy, and you’re going to ride me while you suck him. You okay with that?”

  Was that a trick question? “Hell, yeah.” The walls of her pussy constricted, as if searching for his dick. “Do you have a condom?”

  “Already on.”

  “Then what are you waiting for?”

  “For you to stand up.”

  “Why?”

  “So that when you sit back down I’ll be ready for you.”

  A fresh gush of juice trickled from her pussy.

  Jackson took her hand and pulled her up, straight into his arms. He didn’t give her a chance to say anything. He simply kissed her.

  God, he kissed like a dream. Like a beautiful, wonderful dream. She got lost in his kiss, lost to the gentle delights of his mouth. Lost in his arms.

  Jackson.

  “I love you,” she whispered when he released her lips.

  He stared at her with intense eyes. “You’re mine, Rach. Always. Remember that when you’re fucking him.”

  And then there was a pair of hands on her waist, urging her down. “Straddle my legs, sweet thing,” Garreth said in a voice wicked as night.

  She did as he requested, and he pulled her down. He’d moved, closed his legs and shifted down a little on the couch. With his guidance, Rachel lowered herself onto him, and her pussy met the tip of his cock.

  They moaned together. Liquid seeped between her legs.

  “Take me in, sweet thing. Take me in all the way.”

  Slow as could be, she seated herself on his lap. For long seconds neither of them moved. They simply sat, joined together like one. She inhaled, relishing the sheer pleasure of holding him inside her.

  “Know what the good thing about this position is?” Garreth asked. “Neither of us has to move. Jackson’s gonna do all the work.”

  “He is?” Her voice was virtually non-existent. “How?” She looked up at Jackson. He stood before her, slowly pumping his dick. His gaze was rooted to her face.

  “You’re gonna lean over him, just like you did before, and lick his dick. He’ll do the rest.”

  She was higher than before, and had to lean forward a little more this time. She opened her mouth wide and sucked Jackson back in.

  A hoarse cry rent the air. Jackson’s? Garreth’s?

  Jackson began moving almost immediately, rocking his hips, pumping into her as she sucked him. Every time he pumped, Rachel was driven back slightly. Not too much, but enough that her hips moved as well, making her pussy clench over Garreth’s dick with every thrust of Jackson’s hips.

  It was a subtle delight. Nothing too vigorous, nothing that would make either her or Garreth come, but delicious enough that they both gasped for air.

  With her hands clutching the firm, round cheeks of Jackson’s ass, she gorged on him, relishing the fluttery sensations in her groin as she did. Long, delicious moments passed.

  “Christ, this is better than I imagined,” Garreth gasped.

  Jackson growled low in his throat and took a step back, making Rachel lean over farther. Garreth’s response was instantaneous. He drew his finger between her butt cheeks to play with her anus. Light, feathery strokes at first, strokes that took her breath away and forced her to concentrate on Jackson’s dick harder. Then firmer ones. Wetter ones.

  Garreth must have squeezed lube onto his finger, because he eased it past the tight ring of muscle, all the way up to his knuckle with no difficulty.

  She groaned around Jackson’s shaft. Christ, that felt good. So unbelievably good her pussy began to spasm.

  Garreth withdrew his finger immediately. “Uh uh, sweet thing. You come, I come. And I’m not ready.”

  Frustration grabbed hold of her and she clenched her ass cheeks together, over and over. She wanted his finger back. Now.

  She got what she wanted. Only this time it was more than one finger, and although they slipped inside her easily enough, the unexpected stretch was enough to bring tears to her eyes. The need to come shriveled.

  “Breathe through it, Rach,” Jackson urged. “It’ll be worth it. I swear. Just breathe deep.” He ran his hands over her shoulders, soothing her.

  Rachel had no doubt it would be worth it. Even though the pain persisted, the pleasure was now back, twofold, because Garreth filled both of her holes.

  Garreth behind her, and Jackson in front.

  “My fantasy is about to become a reality,” Garreth whispered, his breath fanning up her spine. “I’m going to take your ass now, Rachel. And when I do, Jackson’s going to make love to you. Just like he’s been wanting to do since the day I met him.”

  Rachel whimpered. Liquid gushed to her pussy.

  “Oh yeah,” Garreth rasped. “You like that idea, don’t you, sweet thing?”

  “I can’t wait, Rach.” Jackson said hoarsely. “Can’t wait to make love to you.”

  Rachel released his dick. “Now,” she demanded. “Do it now.” She lifted herself off Garreth with a wet squelch, then thrust her hips forward, so instead of his cockhead touching her pussy, it now pressed into her ass.

  Garreth grabbed his dick, holding himself firm. “Oh, fuck. Christ, and holy shit.”

  She lowered herself onto him. Slowly, ever so slowly, gritting her teeth because as freaking good as it felt, and as smooth as the lube made the path, it also burned like hell.

  Jackson moaned out loud. “I could come just watching you.”

  “No.” No way was he coming like that. “Inside me.” Okay, so she wasn’t big on words right now, but he got the general idea. After waiting for him all this time there was no way he was coming anywhere but inside her pussy.

  The breath left her lungs as she sat dow
n. Garreth was seated all the way in her ass.

  He panted behind her and spread his legs wide. “Put your feet on my thighs.” His voice was barely a whisper, as though talking was impossible. He placed his hands on her hips, balancing her as she pulled her knees up, and rested her feet on his thighs. She put her hands on the couch on either side of Garreth.

  Dear God, in this position, she was totally exposed. Jackson, who could not seem to tear his eyes away, had a bird’s eye view of everything. Everything.

  His hand was on his cock again, stroking. “Touch yourself, Rach. Rub your clit.”

  She shook her head violently. “C-can’t. I’ll come.” With Garreth’s shaft in her ass, her pussy stretched wide for Jackson, and Jackson’s gaze between her legs, she wouldn’t last a second.

  Jackson reached over to the coffee table and grabbed a condom she hadn’t known was there. “I want you to come. I want to watch you climaxing.” He ripped the package open without taking his eyes off her.

  “Touch your clit, sweet thing,” Garreth wheezed. “Do it for all of us.”

  How could she resist? Her clit throbbed, aching for the contact. As she reached down and stroked her finger over the stiff bud between her legs, Jackson sheathed himself.

  He massaged his balls as she rubbed tiny circles around her clit.

  Too much. Way too much. She didn’t make ten seconds before the sensation overwhelmed her. She climaxed with Garreth buried in her ass.

  Cream spilled from her pussy as her muscles clenched rhythmically.

  “Oh, fuck.” Garreth groaned. “Jesus fucking Christ.” He froze beneath her, not moving an inch.

  Jackson dropped to his knees with a loud moan, and before the orgasm subsided, licked her pussy thoroughly. She came again and again. Perspiration beaded on her forehead. Shivers shook through her body, and her pussy undulated in pleasure.

  “Jackson, fuck, I can’t take much more,” Garreth yelled at him. “Do it. Now!”

  Rachel dropped her head back against Garreth’s shoulder, absolutely shattered. Her eyes were closed. She couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t move. Tremors raced up her spine and down again.

  And then Jackson stood. What he did, she didn’t know, but something touched her thigh. A foot? A knee? The cushions on the couched shifted, and he was there. Leaning over her. Into her. His cock was centered at her pussy—and he pushed.