Winter Fire: A Red Hot Winter Story (10 page)

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, licking 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 down. 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.

Rachel cried out as he drove into her. Her pussy, still pulsating from her orgasms, jumped at the intrusion. Holy crap. She was full. So full she couldn’t breathe. Couldn’t think. And Jackson was only halfway in.

He thrust again, and a long, low rasping
aaahhh
escaped his mouth.

“God. Fuck, yes!” Garreth ground out behind her.

“Rachel?”

She opened her eyes. Jackson gazed at her from inches away. “I love you, baby. Always have, always will.”

He gave one final thrust and was in all the way.

Rachel came again, at the exact same minute that she burst into tears.

This, here, was the single most intense experience she’d ever had. Physically she was so aroused she thought she might simply implode. Yes, there was pain. But damn it, the pain only made the pleasure better. More exquisite. And yes, she was stuffed full to overflowing. But that fullness was about the best damn thing she’d ever felt.

And emotionally? This weekend probably topped the scales. She’d met a stranger and made love to him. And that stranger had done everything in his power to make her every fantasy come true. Which explained why, here and now, her fantasy half-stood, half-knelt before her, his cock in her pussy, professing his love for her.

Tears streamed down her face, even as her body writhed in ecstasy.

Jackson kissed them away as they fell.

“Don’t cry, sweet thing,” Garreth puffed in her ear. “Please don’t cry.” His hands rubbed her hips, soothing her.

She shook her head against his shoulder and smiled through the tears. “It’s good crying,” she told him. “Promise.”

“You sure?” he asked.

“I’m positive,” she said.

“You enjoying this?” He thrust up into her ass as he asked, and she clenched her butt in response. Jackson groaned out loud.