Winter Fire: A Red Hot Winter Story (3 page)

She raked her nails over his back. If this continued much longer, she’d come. On his leg, with her nipple in his mouth.

“Garreth,” she whispered.

“Mm hmm,” he mumbled around a mouthful of her breast.

“I thought you were going to fuck me ’til I passed out.”

He released her nipple to cup a breast in each hand, pushed them together and ran his tongue from one nipple to other. “And I thought you wanted me to last more than a second.”

She instinctively arched her back, pushing her chest higher, pleading silently for more. She also ground down against his thigh, seeking relief from the pressure building in her clit. “I want both.
Now.
”

Lord, it was good to live in the
now
. To not worry about the future or the past.

He chuckled. “A lady who knows what she wants. I like that.”

“And I’d like it if you’d replace your leg with your dick, and fuck me like you promised.”

“Getting impatient?” He licked her nipples again, moving his leg torturously against her pussy.

“Getting hornier by the second,” she sighed. “Carry on like that and I’m going to come on your leg.”

He stilled completely, then sat up. “Not my leg. My hand.”

“Huh?”

He swept a finger over her clit and when she shuddered, did it again. He pushed her legs wide open to swirl his finger around and around, slipping it deep between her folds.

The breath left her lungs with a shudder.

“I want to watch you come. I want to see every tremor, every spasm that hits your pussy as I touch you.”

“O-okay,” she answered, because there was very little else she could think of to say in this position.

He trailed his finger lower, exploring between her butt cheeks, making her ass clench in helpless anticipation.

A groan escaped him, and he closed his eyes, grabbing his cock with his free hand and squeezing hard. His other hand continued to seduce her ass and pussy. He dipped his finger back inside her channel.

A fierce wave of pleasure began to crest over her. “Open your eyes,” she demanded.

“Why?”

“Because if you want to see me come, you better look now.”

His eyes opened as the first spasm hit, rocking through her body.

Garreth drove his finger in and out, and rubbed circles around her clit as waves of bliss washed over her. His gaze held firm, watching her pussy convulse, exactly as he’d promised.

The simple eroticism of the act, of his scrutiny, increased the intensity of the spasms, stretching the orgasm out. Garreth’s death grip around his cock must have slackened marginally, because as she came he pumped his shaft, timing his movements to coincide with hers. As her muscles clamped around his finger, he stroked down, and as they relaxed he pulled up again.

Her breath was gone. Ripped away by the force of her orgasm. Rachel collapsed against the bed covers, panting as the last waves of pleasure ebbed away.

“Don’t move an inch,” Garreth whispered and the mattress shifted.

His footsteps echoed over the wooden floor. A door creaked, and something scraped, like the hinges of a drawer being pulled opened.
He must be looking for a condom
.

His absence gave Rachel a minute to breathe, to think. And her thoughts instantly wandered to Jackson.

Making love to Jackson had been so different from sex with Garreth. With Garreth it was hot, hard and fun. No complications of any kind.

With Jackson their pleasure might have been compounded exponentially by their love for each other, but the strings and the history had left them both feeling wretched afterwards.

Damn it. She needed to shove Jackson from her thoughts. He had no place in her head. She was here with Garreth to cleanse her mind of her past. To take away the edge she always felt around Jackson. She was here, now, intent on having as much sex and as much fun as possible—because tomorrow when Jackson arrived, sex had to be the last thing she craved. Especially when she was in close proximity to the man she loved.

She pushed herself up on her elbows and watched as Garreth walked out of the en-suite bathroom, his cock standing proud, erect and fully sheathed. Christ, the man was indeed sex on a stick. She gave him her full attention, deliberately pushing Jackson to the far reaches of her mind.

Garreth placed one hand on her hip and pushed her gently. “Roll over, onto your stomach.”

She didn’t need to be asked twice.

“Spread your legs for me, sweet thing.”

Moisture pooled in her pussy as she shifted slightly on the doona, spreading her thighs wide. “Sweet thing?” Movement behind her told her he’d climbed onto the bed and knelt between her legs.

“Mmm. You taste sweet enough to eat.” He licked her at the point where her butt cheek met her thigh, surprising the heck out her. She’d expected his hips to be there, not his face.

Not that she was complaining. Oh, quite contraire. “Bon appetite,” she offered with a delighted sigh. Shivers raced up her spine.

Something grazed her pussy. His thumbs?

No
. His tongue.

The realization made the liquid that gathered between her legs spill from her lips, and he licked at it with a low growl. Her breath caught in her throat. Exquisite tingles raced through her groin.

“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.