Company Vacation (4 page)

Apparently Cunningham felt that she was too comfortable, because he nudged Jonathan over.

“Wider, Elle.”

Cunningham pushed his recently-spent cock into her mouth. Because neither of them was fully hard, she was able to hold them both. She tried to run her tongue around the two cocks, but there wasn’t quite enough room.

Elle whimpered. When Jonathan gently stroked her jaw, she almost rubbed a hand over her dripping pussy. Just one millisecond would bring her to a blissful climax. If she wasn’t careful, she was going to come anyway …

Nolan edged closer. His dick was completely flaccid, but he clearly wanted in as well.

“That’s right, Elle,” Cunningham said. “Take all of us.”

Elle nodded a little, and Nolan managed to get his slowly hardening cock next to the other two. Cunningham applied a little pressure on the back of her head, and Elle worked even harder to keep them all wet, to simultaneously give those three cocks in her mouth as much attention as she could.

They got her so hot. She’d thought it was impossible not to orgasm when Cunningham held her head so Nolan could punish-fuck her, but that was nothing compared to how horny she was, being used in the middle of the woods like this.

She moved her hips, desperate for even the brush of fabric across her flesh. She could even feel that her sex was heavy, like all her blood had gone to that area. Maybe it was because of the way she was kneeling, her pants not pulled down all the way, that made the pressure in that area so intense. Or maybe she was simply a horny slut who enjoyed taking multiple men in her mouth. Elle smiled. Then she was the luckiest horny slut on the planet because her men treated her like a princess.
 

Jonathan and Cunningham were getting near full-erect, and they began taking turns. Nolan pulled free of her lips and fisted himself. Soon they were all hard. Three swollen, wet cocks pressed at her lips. She couldn’t possibly take them all at once, but they slipped over each other as they took turns advancing and retreating, surging and relenting. Elle’s tongue darted around the pulsating, thrusting shafts.

“Your mouth should be illegal.” Cunningham motioned for her to stand. “Strip her from the waist down.”

Nolan and Jonathan were too happy to comply, and Elle shivered.

“You’re at our mercy,” Cunningham said. “To keep you warm, to keep you safe, to get you down this mountain in one piece.”

Elle whimpered as he easily raised her up, then lowered her tight, unprepared ass onto his erection. Jonathan moved forward quickly and slid into her pussy, shoving her against Cunningham. The skin on her rump was tender from the spanking, and Elle bit her lip.

“Hello? Someone back here?”

Elle gasped when she heard the man’s voice, but Cunningham clamped a hand over her mouth. “We’re fucking,” he called out. “If that offends you, you might want to take another route.”

He grabbed the supple globes of her ass and bounced her up and down on his cock. He was so large, she had to fight her body’s instinct to clench up. Thank goodness he hadn’t fucked her ass while he was angry; he could have seriously hurt her.

“Doesn’t offend me if it doesn’t offend you,” the male voice said. A moment later, the crunching of his footsteps was loud enough that Elle knew he was able to see them. Even though she didn’t want to, she looked over.

The man was tall and solidly built, but Elle couldn’t see much of his face because he wore a black ski mask that was unrolled only to his jaw. Several days’ dark stubble covered his neck. While she was looking at him, his green eyes studied her face, then his gaze took in Cunningham’s hands under her ass and Jonathan’s hands around her waist. His prominent Adam’s apple moved slowly as he swallowed.
 

To her horror, Nolan unzipped the front of her coat and pulled her sweater farther up, and her bra, too, so that it compressed the top of her breasts, leaving them trapped, her hard nipples jutting out for the world to see.

With a little smile, Nolan leaned over and flicked his tongue over one hardened peak. The rough fabric of his mask tickled as he sucked her into his mouth. He swirled his tongue around the sensitive skin, making her moan.

“Please let me come …” Elle shuddered at the indignity of being made to beg in front of this manly outdoorsman, but restrained by her three lovers, there was no way she could get off unless they let her.

The masked stranger took a step forward.

“Taste her if you like,” Cunningham said.

Elle expected the stranger to apologize for staring and be on his way, but instead he moved closer. She felt Cunningham’s cock pulse inside her, and his grip on her ass tightened.

The stranger looked into Elle’s eyes as if he wanted to be sure she wasn’t in any distress, but she’d seen the tent in his pants. She knew that he would fuck her if the others would allow it.

He rolled the bottom of the mask up even more, then he drew her other nipple into his mouth. He started gently, but soon he noisily suckled as much of her breast as he could. One hand greedily squeezed the soft flesh as if he planned to devour all of her.

His other hand went into his pants, and his whole body trembled as he pulled himself free and began pumping his cock in a tight fist.

“You wanna fuck her?” Cunningham asked. “Her cunt and ass are like heaven.”

“Don’t … have … a … condom,” the man gasped, barely unwilling to tear himself away from Elle’s nipple to answer.

“I do.” Cunningham shifted so that he held Elle with one arm while he retrieved a foil packet from his pocket and tossed it to the man, who ripped into it with a savage relief. He sheathed himself quickly.

“Try her pussy.” Jonathan suggested, relinquishing his place between her legs. Without him helping to hold her up, Elle sank even farther down Cunningham’s cock, and she groaned, knowing that her ass couldn’t take much more.
 

“Damn,” the stranger said as he studied her body. His eyes roamed over her breasts and perky nipples. Then his gaze dipped down to her legs, spread wide, Cunningham’s big hands wrapped around each thigh and his cock stretching her ass.

The masked man touched her inner thigh gently, tentatively, then the last vestiges of hesitation disappeared. He positioned himself at her entrance, and as he rocked into her, he rubbed her clit with a wet thumb.

Elle groaned, her voice carrying through the trees. Jonathan pulled her face so that he could kiss her, his tongue claiming her mouth at the same insistent rhythm he had used to fuck her.

“She’s not allowed orgasms,” Cunningham said. “But no need to take it easy.”

Elle whimpered. It was impossible not to come with Nolan feasting on her breasts while Cunningham and this masculine stranger fucked her ass and cunt. And Jonathan’s kiss … she was so in love with Jonathan. Even though he didn’t play head games or make her doubt his feelings, she was in awe of him, of his striking, Nordic beauty and the ease with which he moved through life. When he kissed her, she felt loved, and she knew that’s what he wanted her to feel.

Her breath quickened as she struggled to move away from the stranger’s thumb. This man had certainly had his share of lovers if he knew to touch a woman like that. He had no problem subjecting her pussy to a rough pounding, and he didn’t miss a beat as he tortured her swollen, desperate little clit. He had her exactly where he wanted her.

Jonathan raked his teeth down her neck, then he bit her possessively.
 

“Please,” Elle begged. “Please let me come, Cunningham. I’m so sorry, but I think I can’t control it.” In fact, pre-orgasmic tremors were rippling through her, reacting to the large cock that persistently rubbed her g-spot.

“No. We aren’t fucking you for your pleasure, Elle. This is to teach you.”

Elle wiggled and squirmed, but none of the masked men fucking her would yield one iota. Jonathan bit her neck again, claiming her, while Cunningham pumped her ass, bouncing her on his cock as if she weighed nothing. Nolan squeezed her nipples, then kissed them, then bit them quickly before kissing them again. And the stranger who fucked her was moving his thumb with just the right amount of pressure that if he didn’t stop, she was going to come.

She really had no control over it.

She closed her eyes and tried to think of something other than the electric feelings that were radiating from her sex. She tried to imagine falling on her snowboard, but when she did, all she could think about was how helpless she would have been if Cunningham had chanced upon her, and how he probably would have yanked down her pants and shoved his cock into her right at that moment, just to prove his dominance.

“Please,” Elle whispered, but she didn’t have any hope that they would help her, and she was right. The stranger’s cock swelled … she could feel it even through the condom … and then he threw back his head, his deep, broad chest getting wider as he inhaled deeply. It was the calm before the storm. He came so hard that if anyone other than Cunningham had been behind her, they all would have been knocked to the ground.

After he finished, he slid a hand between their bodies to grasp the bottom of the condom. He leaned forward and tasted her mouth gently, and Elle’s pussy clenched as his softening cock slowly retreated.
 

“I don’t know who you are,” he said, “but if Cunningham doesn’t treat you right, you let me know. I’ve got a weakness for pretty, submissive gals.”
 

“How do you know Cunningham’s name?”

The man leaned back and winked, then pulled the ski mask off, revealing a stunningly gorgeous face, with wide cheekbones and dark hair that curled at the ends. “You didn’t really think that I just happened upon this lonely spot, did you?” He nodded at each of her lovers in turn, then ran his eyes over her body one last time before going back the way he’d come.

“But how—”

“Quiet,” Cunningham growled. He dug his fingers deeper into her soft skin and fucked her ass violently, and Jonathan plunged back into her cunt. Jonathan came quickly, his powerful body shuddering so hard that Elle almost felt like she was coming, too. Cunningham didn’t hold back, either. After he finished, he kept himself buried in her tight ass and continued holding her so that Nolan could have his turn between her spread legs.

“Come for us,” Cunningham commanded. He clamped his hand over her mouth. Jonathan rubbed her clit, and Elle gratefully submitted to the pleasure they gave her. Her orgasm shook her entire being, taking Nolan over the top with her. When she finally finished, her whole body ached from the tension she’d held for so long.

Cunningham set her down, and Jonathan quickly wrapped his arms around her, enveloping her in his warmth.

“Dress her and take her back to the hotel, Nolan,” Cunningham ordered as he tucked himself back into his pants. “Jonathan and I will get a few more runs in.” He grabbed his skis and headed toward the trail.
 

Apparently he was still mad.

Jonathan pulled off his ski mask and kissed her gently. “Don’t worry. I’ll talk to Cunningham.”

Then he walked away, leaving Elle shivering from more than just the cold.

Elle waited in her room. She’d showered and put on her prettiest dress, a long, floral print that showed off her full breasts. She’d paired it with warm tights and cowboy boots, and a stylish but practical scarf. Maybe if she looked sexy, Cunningham wouldn’t yell at her too much.

The loud pounding at the door made her jump. “One second,” she called out even as she hurried to answer it. Cunningham stood in the hallway, alone.

“May I enter?” he asked. Elle frowned. Cunningham never asked permission to do anything.

“Of course.”

He came in and looked around as if he’d forgotten why he was there. Elle crossed her arms nervously. “I’m so sorry I let you believe I could snowboard,” she said. “I just didn’t want to disappoint you.”

“No, I’m sorry.” He seemed to collect himself, and he grabbed her elbow and steered her to the bed.

“Why?”

“Because I’m making it impossible for you to ever feel you’re good enough. Look, Elle, I have my reasons for wanting to keep things casual.”

“But they aren’t!”

Cunningham slowly nodded. “But they aren’t. Despite my best efforts.” He went to the window and stared out at the mountain. Outside, a few skiers were finishing their last runs of the day.

Elle put her hands between her knees to hide how badly she was shaking. She wanted to fill the silence, but she needed to be patient, to hear him out.

Cunningham faced her again. “I was thinking … maybe we should set a deadline. One month.”

Elle inhaled sharply. So this was it. The end.

“No.” Cunningham quickly took her hand in his. “I phrased that poorly. I’m proposing that we
slowly
investigate making this more permanent. Four people … it’s a lot to work out. And I’m just assuming the others feel the same way, but they might not. So let’s ease into it. Dates that revolve around more than sex, for starters. In a month, if we’re not all convinced that it’s the right direction, then we end it.”

“But … I’m sure this is what I want. Cunningham, you’re exactly—”

“Elle, you need to think this through. Talk to women in similar circumstances.”

“I don’t know anyone like that.”

“I do, and I’ll make sure they contact you. But we all need to think about it. We all have to decide on it.” He glanced at his watch and stood. “Ready for some après-ski fun? I don’t know about you, but I could use a drink.” Cunningham smoothed her hair back. “I won’t go any easier on you in the office or when we play,” he said as he took her hand. “I’ll probably be even more demanding.”

Elle stared at her fingers, strangely delicate in his. Cunningham holding her hand felt so right. She just hoped he wouldn’t let her go before she could convince them all that they needed to be together forever.

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