by Terry Towers
I moaned softly, the pleasure he was sending through me making me feel light-headed. As I moaned softly, his lips sucked my nipple into his mouth, then kissed it before making his way to my other nipple and doing the same to it.
My hands clawed at the bedding beneath me as he released my second nipple from the delicious torture and began to kiss his way lower.
Oh God! Opening my eyes, I watched his head move lower and lower down my body. I was slightly self-conscious when he reached my belly; it wasn’t flat with defined abs, but soft and a little jiggly, but he didn’t seem to care, seeming to worship every inch of flesh his lips kissed and eyes beheld.
I felt worshipped and it felt so fucking good I could barely believe it. His lips traveled lower until he was met by a barrier of black cotton. Tyler paused and looked up, his gaze meeting mine with a fire in his eyes that nearly made me come just looking into them.
“Please,” I whispered, praying for her lips’ journey south to continue.
“Your wish, baby.” Lifting the waistband of my panties, he slowly pulled them down, revealing my shaven mound to him. Another moment and I was practically naked before him. He took a moment to remove my socks and there I was, fully naked and exposed before his eyes. Unlike last night where we were all overtaken with a frenzy of passion, tonight with Tyler it was slow and intimate.
“Yessss,” I hissed between clenched teeth as he spread my pussy lips and lowered his head, his tongue lashing out and flicking the swollen nub.
A low throaty chuckle came from him as his tongue circled and continued to tease my clit until I couldn’t control myself another moment; the sensations were becoming too intense to the point where we were teetering on the line of pleasure and pain. I began to buck against his mouth, my pussy demanding release.
His mouth lifted from me as he slipped two fingers deep into me, stroking my inner core, rubbing against my G-spot. The coil within me snapped and I screamed out, my pussy erupting and my juices flooding his fingers.
“Tyler! Oh Tyler, I can’t—” I wasn’t able to finish my sentence. He removed his fingers and my core immediately yearned to be filled again.
“One.”
One…What?
Lifting my head, I couldn’t resist the urge to open my eyes and watch the erotic sight of him as he lowered his head again. Tyler’s tongue licked the length of me, lapping up the juices that were beginning to seep from me. “You taste amazing, baby.”
“Oh fuck!” I groaned, my words barely audible.
“Later sweetheart.”
“Jesus!”
Chuckling, his eyes locked with mine as he slipped his tongue where his fingers had previously been.
“Oh…Oh my!”
His tongue didn’t waste any time, jackhammering into me, intent on bringing me to climax for a second time. Him saying “One” made sense now. In conjunction with his blissful tongue his fingers began to tease my clit, rolling and pinching the swollen nub between his fingertips.
I couldn’t take any more; it was too close to the previous orgasm. I attempted to squirm away from the pleasure, but he grabbed my thighs, forcing me to stay in place and endure. Though endure wasn’t quite the correct word. Pleasure was overtaking me in pulses, each pulse more intense than the last.
It was too much. Surely I’d die if I had to take another moment of this. My body writhed on the bed as I groaned, falling flat against the mattress. I was almost there, seconds away.
Ohmygod! Suddenly, my entire body tensed, and I broke. I shuddered as my body felt the final wave and the delicious feel of release as I came, thanks to his greedy tongue.
I was so enthralled in reaching the summit and the fall over the other side that I didn’t even feel his tongue and fingers leave my pussy. I’m not sure how long I lay there, spread-eagled and panting hard, my body trembling from the aftershocks, but when I did finally open my eyes and lift my head my breath caught in my throat.
Chapter 11
Tyler
Normally, I’d have finished off by slamming deep into that sweet, heated core of hers, but I feared that I was too riled up and wouldn’t last more than a few thrusts before coming embarrassingly fast. There was also the fact that I felt she may be way too sensitive at this point to fully enjoy anything I had to offer.
But I needed release. It was non-negotiable.
As I lifted my head, my cock ached. I needed release; I was already too far gone at this point. Standing, I shed my navy blue boxer briefs and let them drop to the floor, kicking them to the side.
Standing between Genevieve’s creamy thighs, I took my dick in my hand and began stroking myself as I stared down at her ivory body. Her chest was heaving, breasts jiggling with each inhale and exhale. She was an exquisite sight to behold.
The taste of her pussy was still on my lips and I swiped at my lower lip, removing her juices as my hand added just a little more pressure and my strokes became a little more frantic.
“Oh Tyler,” she moaned, a wide smile on her lips.
Damn, I loved how she said my name. “Tyler.” She said it so softly, but at the same time I could hear the need in her voice.
Looking down at her spread legs, I focused on her spread pussy, glistening and begging me to enter her. But not this time. Later. She deserved more than a fast and frantic fuck. The tension within me was building, nearly to my breaking point. My balls pulled tight and my hard cock became rock solid. Almost there.
She moaned again, arching her back, pushing her breasts skyward. Opening her eyes, her gaze landed on mine, but quickly dropped lower and she began to stare at my hand as I stroked myself, as if possessed.
It was a crapshoot with women: either they hated watching a man masturbate or they loved it. Genevieve seemed to be the latter; her beautiful blue eyes seemed to be hypnotized by the sight of me bringing myself to orgasm.
Her watching me with lust in her eyes was my undoing. I groaned, so loudly that I was sure Brock could hear me in the other room, but I didn’t give a flying fuck at that moment. A sudden burst of pleasure hit me, followed by a wave of relief so intense my knees went weak and my 210 pounds nearly went toppling onto her.
My dick exploded, shooting out its creamy substance that coated her mound and dripped between her velvety folds. She inhaled sharply and immediately sat up, leaning forward and taking my dick into her mouth, sucking on me and swallowing the aftershocks of my orgasm before releasing me and licking the drips from her lips.
“Holy shit!” I stepped away from between her legs and collapsed next to her on the bed, grabbing onto her and pulling her tight against my body.
She snuggled up against my body, draping one leg over me while her lips nuzzled my neck. “That was…”
Chuckling, I kissed the top of her head. “Satisfactory?” I teased, cocking a brow and pulling back far enough to look into her eyes. By the look in her eyes and the color of her flushed cheeks I knew it was a hell of a lot better than satisfactory.
Smiling, she placed a string of kisses along my shoulder. “Very satisfactory,” she murmured.
We lay there for another minute before there came a knock on the door, followed by Brock’s voice. “If you two are done in there, dinner is ready.”
Genevieve’s face immediately went paler than normal.
“What’s wrong?”
“Brock. Will be he angry?”
I frowned. “By us doing this?”
She nodded.
“No.” Genevieve hadn’t been the first woman we’d shared. It’s not like we did it all the time but had done it in the past. “We don’t get jealous of each other like that. We’re fine sharing.”
“Just like that?”
I nodded. “Just like that,” I confirmed. “Some things are worth sharing.”
“And you’ve done this before?” She rolled over to her side and propped herself up on one elbow to stare down at me. At this moment I wasn’t sure how to read her.
Warning bells began to chime in the bac
k of my head. I was about to tread on dangerous territory. If I said the wrong thing I’d be in trouble. “We don’t make it a habit. But we are open to the idea of one woman for both of us.”
She didn’t say a word for what felt like an eternity but was most likely closer to a minute. “Okay then.” She lay back down again and gave me a hug, nuzzling the side of my neck. Wrapping my arms around her I pulled her close for another minute.
“We need to get out there and eat or Brock will get angry.” Giving her a playful slap on the bottom, I couldn’t help but chuckle hearing her squeal. Sitting up, I slid from the bed. Grabbing her hand, I pulled her up and onto her feet.
~*~ TT ~*~
Brock
Preparing supper, I could periodically hear the two of them in the bedroom. I didn’t know exactly what they were doing, but what I did know was that it included them being naked and exploring each other’s bodies. There was a part of me that was disappointed that they didn’t wait so we could play together, but the previous night I had every intention of partaking in Genevieve with or without Tyler. So…tit for tat, I suppose.
Besides, there was always later.
The storm had picked up again and it looked like we’d be snowed in for quite some time yet, over a week or so would by my guess. Lots of time.
The fire in the fireplace had been tended and was burning brightly. I’d already changed into lounge pants and a clean t-shirt and supper was on the table by the time the two of them emerged, fully dressed and faces flushed, looking like two guilty teenagers. It made me silently chuckle.
If the truth be known, as much as I wouldn’t want to because I was quite drawn to her myself, I would step aside for Tyler if he wanted Genevieve all to himself. He’d had a hard time with the death of his wife and son;’ it took him a long time before he even considered dating or being with other women. He deserved to be happy and in love.
Not that I didn’t deserve to be in love and find the woman of my dreams to settle down with. The difference was that I didn’t know what it was like to fall deeply and commit myself to someone, so I didn’t have the longing that I knew he had deep down inside, regardless of how much he denied it.
“Hope you two worked up an appetite,” I joked as Genevieve sat down at her spot at the table.
“I, umm…” Genevieve turned several shades of red. It was quite amusing, and her embarrassment tempted me to continue with the teasing.
“I imagine we’re all famished,” Tyler cut in surveying the table. “How in the hell did you have the time to prepare all this?”
Chucking, I began to serve out the pork chops. “I had a fair amount of time to get it accomplished.”
Genevieve, who had just taken a sip of water, started to choke. “I’m sorry Brock. It took awhile to…”
Raising a brow, I looked at her from across the table, anxious to see what kind of excuse that she could come up with. I’d heard a few of her moans from the bedroom. The moans reminded me of the previous evening and how amazing it had felt to indulge in her, making my dick jerk in my pants. Thankfully I was sitting and the table blocked her view of my growing erection.
“A while to...?” There was no way I was going to let her off so easily.
“Brock…. Dude.” Tyler said.
Shifting my gaze, I looked at my partner, curious as to what he had to offer up. I tried to keep the smile from my face as I cut a piece of my pork chop and shoved it into my mouth, but it was damned hard.
“So, you enjoyed our little excursion, Genevieve?” I asked, looking back to her.
She’d been in the process of chewing but stopped suddenly and stared at me. She kind of reminded me of the deer we’d seen earlier. She’d been spotted and had no idea if she should stay or flee. At least I’d changed the subject, I wasn’t a complete asshole.
Swallowing, she nodded. “It was amazing. Beautiful. I love New York. The lights and action. The craziness. The people. There’s no place in the world like New York City.”
My heart sank a little bit and I didn’t know why exactly. I suppose there was a part of me that wanted her to love the mountains like Tyler and I did. Though when it came right down to it, what did it matter, really? If we were considering some sort of relationship it would matter, but we weren’t.
After taking a drink, she continued, “But at the same time, it’s so peaceful here.” She gave me a rueful grin. “With the exception of the escaped convicts that is. You don’t get to see deer and wolves and all the beautiful animals that live freely in the woods. We have Central Park where we can see animals in cages. There’s some ducks roaming around and lots of pigeons.”
“Pigeons. Nice.” Laughing, I cut off another piece of pork chop. “What about the men and dating?”
She laughed. “If you’re asking about my love life it’s pretty non-existent. You’d think living in a city with millions of men that it wouldn’t be so hard, but believe me when I say it’s challenging. Finding losers is easy enough, finding quality men is another story.”
“Especially men of our caliber,” I joked, motioning toward Tyler and then pointing back to myself.
Her cheeks flushed and she averted her gaze. “I suppose you could say that. Men aren’t the same there as they are here. It’s hard to explain.”
Despite her claim it that was hard to explain, it really wasn’t. Men like me and Tyler could never be happy in her concrete world. We needed the woods, the snow, the fresh air. The lack of women to choose from was a small price to pay for the peace and tranquilly that the great outdoors offered us.
And that is why we could never be with her for anything permanent.
“Perhaps if I can get this new book finished and by some miracle it be a bestseller I can consider coming here more often. I could consider it my writing retreat.”
“That sounds like a brilliant plan,” Tyler said. “You’re fortunate enough to have a job that gives the flexibility that most people dream about. Go anywhere. Do anything. And still make a living. That’s the dream right there, baby.”
She nodded and smiled. “Everyone wants to make a career out of what they love. It’s unfortunate that most people are forced to spend their lives unhappy with what they do for a living. The average person spends a quarter to nearly a third of their lives working; that’s a lot of time to be unhappy considering how quickly a person’s life goes by.”
I looked at Tyler and caught his gaze. She was absolutely right. It was something we both learned early on. Life went on regardless of the decisions you made or tragedies you endured. Time you never got back. Whether it be a dead-end career, a loveless relationship, or being scared of trying something new, it was a travesty to waste a single second of something so precious as your life.
Chapter 12
Genevieve
If I keep up with indulging in wine every night, I’ll surely become an alcoholic by the time I got back to New York. I sipped from the glass of red wine that Brock had just poured for me. My third glass of the night. This would be my final glass, I vowed.
I lounged back against Brock’s warm chest on the sofa and smiled over at Tyler, who had taken possession of the rocker recliner across from us. I really wasn’t sure how this was supposed to work between the three of us. If it had been me there was no way I’d share either one of them with any other woman, the fact that they didn’t seem to mind sharing me was a foreign concept.
But who was I to complain? I’d felt awkward this morning, but after spending a day of intensely motivated writing, followed by a wonderful walk and all else that had happened, I decided that the best thing to do was count my blessings and take it day by day. I just had one rule for myself: Don’t get attached and don’t ever, ever fall in love with either of them.
The latter was a tough one for me. I tended to wear my heart on my sleeve and fell in love quickly. Love/lust—whatever way someone wanted to categorize it. I just needed to keep in mind this was a limited-time only offer. Period.
Looking up at Broc
k, I couldn’t help but ask his story. “I now know Tyler’s story. Why haven’t you wanted to get married or have someone in your life? Have you had any long-term relationships?”
He hesitated a moment before answering. “Never.”
“Never.” I readjusted myself against him so I could get a better look into his eyes. “Never had a girlfriend, or never had a long-term commitment?”
“Both.” Brock shrugged.
“Why?” The question was out of my mouth before I could stop it.
“Well, my entire family is athletic and goal-oriented. Our lives have revolved around the ranger patrol and skiing. It’s always been career first and family second. I spent most of my life training for the Olympics. I went to one game and got injured, I can still outski most people, but certainly not at Olympic standards anymore, my knees won’t allow for that. That’s when I followed in my family’s footsteps and started with the ranger patrol.”
“I see. Then there was no time for a woman,” I stated clucking my tongue off the roof of my mouth as I considered his words.
“None. Olympic training is grueling. You need to live, eat and breathe the sport. I moved here to settle down, but I guess I haven’t found the right one yet. It’s not like there’s an abundance of women in town and the tourists are just that—tourists. They come here, sometimes if one catches my eye, I’ll show her a good time and then they move on, or home, or whatever they do once they leave. Who knows?”
“Don’t you want kids?”
“Don’t you?” he countered. There was no anger or annoyance in his tone, more amusement then anything.
“Touché.” I couldn’t help but laugh, he had me there. I was drilling him on why he was still single and without kids while sitting in the exact same boat as he was.
“Touché, huh?” He cocked a brow at me and I saw a hint of something else in his eyes as our gazes locked.