Storm Bound, page 9
“Obviously, she needs a firmer touch,” Wolf said.
Jon raised his hand up and brought it down, this time on the other buttock and with enough force to sting. He repeated that a few more times . . . whap, whap, whap. Oh man, did that hurt so good. When he removed his fingers, her skin tingled, setting her on fire not just there but below. Her clit came roaring back to life, need pulsing through it. Jon still had that hard-on . . . a really big one. He stood behind her. He had to be as eager to thrust it inside her as she was to take all of it.
“She got quiet all of a sudden,” Wolf said.
“I think I know why.” Jon slid his hand between her legs and gripped her mound. “Soaked again. She’s insatiable.”
“Don’t give in to her,” Wolf said. “She’ll make you come.”
“I’m not giving her anything until she begs for forgiveness.” Jon swatted at the back of one thigh and then the other. He was putting some effort into it now, and if he’d used a fist it would have caused real pain. His fingers lashed at her with enough force to keep her hot and ready for more. Her pussy lips felt swollen, opening to invite him inside. He must want to screw her—to push into her and move until they climaxed together. He’d been stroking himself since the two of them had brought her in here. His cock must feel ready to explode.
“Are you ready to apologize?” he asked.
“For what? For letting your partner fuck me? I’ll take you, too,” she said. “If you’re man enough.”
“I’ll show you how much man I am.” The tip of Jon’s rod eased between her folds, and a groan of pleasure escaped her lips. There was nothing else in the world like the feel of the head of a huge cock. Smooth and rock hard. Her inner muscles could even make out how it flared toward the ridge.
“Big enough?” he asked.
“Oh,” she gasped. “Oh wow.”
“She’s tempting you,” Wolf said.
“She’s not getting anything until she begs.” Jon stepped back, removing his tool. She’d almost had him. He’d almost surrendered and given her all of him, one slow inch at a time. Her pussy ached, wet and eager. Needy.
He hit her ass again, and she nearly flinched with shock. They’d gotten past this, hadn’t they? Surely they’d moved from spanking to fucking. Now he grazed her pussy lips with his fingers, making her arch upward, seeking more contact. He repeated the process, slapping her and then stroking her. He brushed her clit, and she clenched her teeth together, fighting for control. If she could hang on, suffer whatever punishment he had in mind, he’d finally give her what she needed. He had to. He was a guy, fully aroused. He couldn’t resist any more than she could.
“I think we’re getting somewhere.” He ran a finger over her clit and circled the head and then pulled away again.
Every nerve in her body screamed for relief. This had to end. “Okay, I’m begging.”
“Not good enough,” Jon said.
“Listen to how uneven her breathing is,” Wolf said. “A sure sign she’s going to climax.”
“I’m sorry,” she cried. “I won’t do it again.”
“Are you sure?” Something bumped against the throbbing point between her legs. Not Jon’s fingers but thicker and harder. Dear God, his cock. He was using his cock to stroke her there.
“What else do I have to say? I’m sorry. I’ll be better. Please!”
“You really can’t think of anything else to say?” He rubbed her harder, back and forth. Only inches from her entrance. “Really?”
Of course. Play had ended. Time for reality. “Please. I’m begging. Oh, God, please!”
He shifted, guiding the head of his member to the right spot, and plunged into her. All the way until he’d impaled her fully. He didn’t show her clit any mercy, though, but slid his hand around her and ran his finger over it.
After a few thrusts, she climaxed, her whole body shaking with the force. Each of his movements sent her higher as the convulsions started and grew stronger. In an instant, he was coming, too, his eruptions urging more from her. Their orgasms lasted long seconds that could have been an eternity before they both went limp. Jon’s body slumped over hers, a sweet burden. Just enough of her mind remained to feel the stroke of Wolf’s hand over her cheek.
THE DAY THE ferry was set to come back to get them—their last morning on Santa Inez Island—Wolf grabbed one of the hotel’s huge towels and headed out to find Christie. Jon hadn’t argued when he’d asked for some privacy . . . finally. As bone-melting as the sex in the gym had been, he wouldn’t have their last encounter involve her tied to a weight machine. Even if they did nothing more than talk, he’d hold her in his arms one last time. If she wanted more than that, fine. If not . . . at least they’d have a satisfying good-bye.
Debris littered the beach after the storm, but the sun and the ocean had returned to normal. A bird of prey soaring above released a high skreee as it coasted on the thermals. Palm fronds now waved gently as though stretching to ease the aches from the battering they’d received. Once the resort staff had cleaned things up, the island would return to tropical perfection. In a few months, not a sign of Fred or what had happened between the three of them would remain.
He came upon her suddenly. She sat under a lone palm not far from the shore, her back against the trunk and her knees pulled up under her chin. She stared out over the ocean, and for a moment, he could simply look at her. Her dark hair floated around her face, and when she pushed it back, he got a view of her soft lips. He knew their honey now and the way they parted to allow her to take puffs of breath when she became aroused. Her lush figure continued to pull a response from him. Even dressed in a t-shirt and shorts, her curves inspired lust. Would he never get enough of her?
She looked up and spotted him, and a smile curved her lips. “I thought you’d be packing.”
“Already done.”
“Good.” She went back to staring at the sea.
He went to her, spread out the towel, and sat down. For long moments, neither of them spoke, and the only sounds came from waves breaking on the shore. A constant rhythm. Predictable and completely opposite from the delicious chaos of the past few days.
“Everything settled between us?” she asked finally.
“As far as I’m concerned. How about you?”
She shrugged. “It’s hard to be angry after what we shared. Agreed?”
“Agreed.” He pushed a stray lock of her hair behind her ear. “You did enjoy what we did in the gym, didn’t you?”
She laughed. “You have to ask?”
“No, I guess not.” He sat for a moment. “There is one thing. We never got a chance to make love. Just the two of us.”
“I’d like that,” she said softly, although she didn’t make eye contact.
“Think this towel is big enough?”
She turned to him. “I hope so. Sand would make things—”
“Uncomfortable,” he finished.
This time, he didn’t rush things. He wasn’t going to walk around a kitchen, bouncing her against him as he fucked her. He wasn’t going to lie in wait in a dark restaurant, hoping she’d show up. He wasn’t going to tie her to anything. Most of all, he wasn’t going to let his partner watch.
This time, he pulled her t-shirt over her head slowly and then unclasped her bra. When her breasts fell free, he cradled them in his hands, savoring the weight and softness. He helped her onto the towel and guided her down before stripping her out of her shorts and panties. She lay there naked, gazing up at him, and for the first time her expression had a sense of vulnerability, as if he’d reject her. Foolish woman.
“You’re perfect,” he said.
“I could lose a few pounds.”
“Not an ounce.” He ran his hand over her belly and to her pussy. “Are you sore? The two of us are a lot to handle.”
“A little achy. It feels good.”
“I’ll be careful.”
“I know you will.” She bit her lip. “Shouldn’t you be naked?”
“I thought you’d never ask.” He rose and got out of his clothes as quickly as buttons and zippers would allow. Though she hadn’t touched him, he’d already become erect. She stared at him the way she always did, as if his cock had been created for her pleasure. At this moment, he could believe it had.
When he joined her on the towel, she came to him as if it were only natural. They fit so perfectly together, her softness pressed against him, every curve in exactly the right place. As they kissed, their hands roamed freely. His went to her back and underneath her to cup her buttocks and pull her closer. She touched his face and then moved to slide her palms down his sides to his waist.
His heart hammered in his chest, and breath came hard and fast while more blood rushed to his cock. What she did to him. One moment he was a rational human being, and the next, she’d turned him into a collection of nerve endings. All heated, all throbbing. Well, he could do the same to her.
He shifted to give himself room to maneuver and bent to take a nipple into his mouth. Arching her back, she let out a low moan of pleasure. The sound reached inside him, fueling his pride and spurring him on. As he moved to the other breast, he let his hand wander again, this time to the juncture of her thighs. She’d already moistened for him, and when he stroked her feminine petals, she released more wetness. Her clit had hardened, and he took his time stroking it.
She reacted the way she always did, with a shiver that told him he’d found the right spot. He watched her face as he lavished her bud with the attention it deserved. Her eyes had closed, and a flush spread over her cheeks and then along her throat to her chest. He continued, rolling and flicking his finger against the tip, as her moans turned to whimpers. She was close, so very close, the moisture coating his fingers her signal that she needed him.
When he moved over her, she spread her legs to welcome him, and his cock found her entrance immediately. He eased the tip in, holding himself above her on his elbows. Her face didn’t register any discomfort, but he remained where he was. Let her make the final move. Let her make the decision.
Her eyes opened and she stared up at him, questioning him silently. Though he ached to plunge into her and his arms trembled from the strain of holding back, he waited. Her gaze never faltered as she lifted her hips, bringing herself up to meet him and taking him more fully inside her. Finally, he pushed himself the rest of the way in, still watching her.
Her face reflected the wonder of the moment, and he could have dissolved into her dark gaze. Instead, he thrust more deeply, and her eyes went hazy and unfocused with pleasure.
Now with her complete acceptance and permission, he set the pace that would soon prove their undoing. He’d had her near orgasm before, and her sex gripped at his with the pressure that would make them both come. The sounds of the sea and the brightness of the sunlight retreated, replaced by her sighs and the heat of her pussy.
He needed more . . . would always need more with this woman. So he pushed himself up on his fists, giving himself a better angle to pound into her. He should hold back, be gentle, take things slowly, but his blood was boiling, and his cock felt ready to explode. She wouldn’t have let him retreat, in any case. She wrapped her legs around him and pulled herself to meet him until their bodies slapped together.
In a moment, he felt the unmistakable signs of her orgasm. The way she tensed beneath him. The way her sex clamped down on his. By the time her spasms started, he’d already joined her. They came together, her pussy gripping his cock while he emptied himself inside her in hot waves. The perfect moment, just like all the other perfect moments. It drained him of strength and sanity. When he couldn’t give or take any more, he collapsed onto her with a satisfied sigh. Yes, indeed, everything was settled between them.
FANTASIES DON’T LAST forever. Fairy tales have endings. Romantic movies scroll to credits after the happily-ever-after scene, a reminder that nothing that good can be real.
This time when she waited on the dock, Jon and Wolf stood on either side of her, their packed luggage nearby. She wouldn’t leave with them because she and the staff could resume their work to get the resort ready for opening. Even with Captain Joe’s small craft in the distance, she could easily make out a dozen or more men and women. The rest would come in waves until Santa Inez had its quota of maids, chefs, gardeners, and every other type of worker necessary to run a world-class vacation destination. The island would be overrun, not like the solitary paradise they’d shared for the last several days.
“I want to thank you for a very . . .” Wolf’s voice trailed off. “Stimulating vacation.”
The two men had dressed casually in slacks and island-print shirts. They looked every bit as edible as they had when she’d first met them. Only now, she’d experienced for herself just how delicious they were. She’d likely never see them again, or if she did, the circumstances wouldn’t favor the kind of intimacy they’d shared. When she’d decided to risk her job to have them, she hadn’t thought the relationship through to the end. Still she wouldn’t change a minute of what any of them had done.
“Thank you for forgiving me for lying to you,” she said.
“How could I stay angry?” Wolf said.
While she still could, she leaned toward him and planted a kiss on his cheek.
“Hey, where’s mine?” Jon asked.
“Of course.” She gave him the same innocent caress and then resumed her more formal pose as the boat came nearer. For a moment, none of them spoke, the only sound coming from the gentle flutter of palm branches in the breeze. Odd. How could they feel awkward with each other after everything they’d done? Spanking, for pity’s sake.
“Will we see you in New York?” Wolf asked.
“Not my job with the company,” she answered. “Besides, New York isn’t really us.”
He sighed. “You’re right.”
“Oh for chrissake, what’s wrong with you two?” Jon said.
“Excuse me?” Wolf said.
“You’d think this was a fucking funeral.”
Wolf rubbed his hand over her back. “I don’t know about you, but I’ve become attached.”
“I have, too. Do you think I’m an idiot?” Jon said.
Christie could almost laugh. Watching the two of them have one of their faux arguments felt so good. A lot better than spending their time moping. If this had been no more than an interlude—a break from reality—it had been one to cherish, not mourn.
“There’s an obvious solution,” Jon said.
“What?” Wolf demanded. “The three of us get married and settle down in a house with a golden retriever and one-and-a-half children?”
“Do I look like the golden retriever type?” Jon said. “Not that. We’ll continue to have fun the way we do it the best.”
“Santa Inez will be full of other people in about ten minutes,” Christie said.
“So?” Jon demanded. “There are mountaintops in the world. There are caves and waterfalls. White water rapids, jungles, cloud forests. Lots of places for three people to be alone together.”
“You know what, asshole?” Wolf said. “You could be right.”
“He could?” she said.
“Doesn’t happen often, but he is.”
Jon grinned. “All three of us spend time in exotic locales for our work. I say we split up and start looking.”
“I’m still needed here.” Settling on menus, making sure any damage Fred might have hidden from her got discovered and fixed. Supervising last minute plantings and finalizing protocols for the gardeners. Linens, stationery, cut flowers. Payroll, bookkeeping, refereeing staff in-fighting. Yup, she was stuck here for some time.
“I’m not going anywhere for a while, guys,” she said.
All the while they’d been debating the point, the ferry had gotten closer and closer. They had less than a minute before the people on board could overhear their conversation.
“It won’t happen next week,” Jon said. “We both have work back in New York, but for the future . . .”
A future. Warmth settled into her chest. She could have a future with Jon and Wolf.
“How about this?” Wolf said. “Jon and I go exploring. When one of us finds a suitable place for another threesome, we call the other two.”
“If I can get away,” she said. “Sure, that’ll work.”
“Make it work. Your company might open a new place, and because we’re good customers, they could offer us a private preview,” Jon said. “If my partner can get over his hang-ups about fucking a business associate.”
“I do not have hang-ups,” Wolf said.
Jon laughed. “Major hang-ups. Freudian in scope.”
“I think with my head instead of my dick,” Wolf said. “Try it some time.”
“I rest my case,” Jon said.
This time, Christie laughed. Some things never changed, it seemed. And some things never ended, like sex so great it deserved immortality. Okay, that last couldn’t be true, but at that moment as the sun warmed her shoulders and the waves rolled gently up to the shore, she could believe in the sort of magic they’d created in the moonlight at the eye of the storm. They might find themselves on a mountaintop next time—or a waterfall or a cloud forest. Wherever they landed, they’d have the magic with them.
Keep reading for an excerpt
from Alice Gaines’s
next Cabin Fever erotic novella
MATING SEASON
Available August 2012
Collect all the Cabin Fever novellas:
HEAT RISES
STORM BOUND
MATING SEASON
and the erotic short
BRIEF ENCOUNTER
Chapter One
