by Opal Carew
He pounded deep and hard and she gasped, then plummeted into free fall, clinging to him for support. Bliss blossomed inside her and she exploded in an earth-shattering orgasm.
As she continued to ride the wave, he drove deep and held her tight to him, then shuddered against her. His heat filled her and she moaned in joy.
They clung to each other, her head resting against his shoulder, as their breathing slowly returned to normal. Finally, he drew her head back and kissed her.
“You are incredibly special,” he said as he gazed into her eyes.
And she saw the truth of it. That he really felt that way about her.
She hadn’t felt cherished like this for a long time. Not since Jesse had held her in his arms so long ago.
And she’d missed the feeling.
She’d never had the chance to be with Jesse like this. And she wondered what it would have been like.
She couldn’t imagine it, really. It would have been special.
But it was special being with Carter. And Simon.
Jesse was in the past. But Carter and Simon were here now.
And she knew she could fall in love with them.
She reached up and stroked Carter’s hair back from his face.
She wanted to say something. To thank him for bringing her to life again. For reigniting the desire to be with a man. For filling the empty void inside her.
But she couldn’t find the words.
He took her hand and kissed her palm.
“I love the way you’re looking at me right now,” Carter said. “And I hope you never stop.”
* * *
Carter took Rikki’s hand and led her to the shower. He turned on the water and pulled her under with him, then soaped up her body and stroked her all over. The feel of his slick hands gliding over her skin … touching every part of her … had her aching for him in no time.
She slid her hands around his neck and pulled him in for a kiss, then undulated her body against him as she moved her hands down his arms. She grasped his hips and pulled him tight to her, well aware of his thickening cock pressed against her belly.
“Your cock isn’t where it’s supposed to be.” She smiled. “You remember you said I wouldn’t want it anywhere but inside me?”
He groaned and pushed her back against the white-tiled wall. His fingers tested her—she arched at the feel of him stroking her folds—and when he felt the slickness, he gazed into her eyes as he pressed his cock against her opening, then slid inside.
She drew in air at the feel of his thick hardness filling her. She clung to his wet shoulders, drawing in a deep breath.
“Now fuck me fast and deep,” she murmured.
He chuckled and nuzzled her neck.
“You’re getting to know exactly what you like, eh, babe?”
Then he thrust in deep, pinning her to the wall. She gasped and hung on tighter.
He smiled and drew back, then thrust again.
Soon he was pounding into her, his thickness driving into her body in a steady stream of delight.
Then—just like that—she came, her ecstatic moans echoing off the tile walls of the shower stall. He groaned and thrust deeper, shuddering as he erupted inside her.
They stood there for a moment, the warm water flowing over their joined, naked bodies, their breathing labored. Finally, he drew back and smiled. He stroked her wet hair from her face.
“Why do I feel that now that your sexuality has been awakened, that it’ll take two of us to keep you satisfied?”
She grinned. “Maybe you’re right.” Then she tipped her head and stared past him wistfully. “If Simon was here right now, I’d have another man all ready to go.”
But he rocked against her and she realized that his cock, still inside her, was still hard.
Her eyes widened as she gazed into his glowing amber eyes.
“I didn’t think that was possible,” she said. “Once you’ve come.”
“It’s damned rare, but when a man’s as turned on as I am whenever I’m with you…”
He captured her lips and kissed her, then suckled her lower lip into his mouth. He rocked his pelvis. As his cock moved inside her in short strokes, he murmured into her ear, “I may not come again, but I sure as hell can make you come again.”
And true to his word, he soon had her wailing at the top of her lungs.
* * *
Rikki stood there feeling pampered as Carter patted her body all over with a big, fluffy blue towel. He dried every place imaginable on her.
“Maybe I don’t need two men to keep me satisfied.”
When Carter sent her a sharp stare, clearly worried that she was going to dump Simon from their threesome, she laughed.
“But it sure is good to know I have a spare.” She ran her fingers through his damp, tousled hair as he caressed her thighs with the towel. “And, of course, there are things two of you can do with me that just one can’t.”
His eyebrow arched as he gazed up at her. “Like what?”
“Well, there are two of you to pay attention to different parts of me.”
“Oh, yeah? What parts would those be?”
She laughed. “You really want me to talk dirty again? Can you really manage another time?”
He chuckled. “I’m sure I could rise to the challenge. But, seriously, I’m curious. What appeals to you about a threesome?”
“Besides the idea of having two hot guys willing to meet my every need?” she asked.
But his serious gaze told her he really did want to know.
He stood up and started drying himself.
“It’s true that with two sets of hands … and two mouths … that you can … um … excite me in … um…”
She didn’t know why she suddenly felt so flustered, especially after they’d just been so intimate. He’d even gotten her to talk dirty, something she never thought she’d be able to do. But in the heat of the moment … with his cock deep inside her …
He laughed and tossed aside the towel, then kissed her. “Yeah, I get it. Two mouths. One on each breast. Or one working your breast, the other deep in your pussy.”
Heat wafted through her. She knew she’d quickly get to the point where she needed him inside her again.
She already wanted it. She wondered if she’d ever stop wanting Carter … or Simon … inside her.
“But we’re also talking about two cocks. What do you think about that?”
She nodded, and practically squeaked, “It’s good.”
“Have you thought about what we can do with them? Together?”
She just blinked.
“What I’m getting at is that you had me in your mouth when Simon was fucking you that first time … and I loved that. It felt fantastic and it was generous of you to share your attention with me during such a momentous moment for you.” He leaned in closer. “But that’s not the only way for both of us to be inside you.”
“Oh.” She drew in a breath. “You’re asking about … uh … you mean that one of you could be in the front while the other is … uh … in the back.”
He stroked her hair from her face. “I don’t know what you think about the idea of anal, but I don’t want you to feel pressured. I’m bringing it up now just to get it into the open, in case you’ve been worrying about it.”
The thought of a big cock sliding inside her back there was a bit scary. Especially Carter, since he was so much thicker than Simon. But then again, the thought of Simon filling her vagina had made her nervous at first. Now she had taken him on and it had been the most delightful experience of her life, and since then she’d had Carter’s even thicker girth pounding into her until she exploded in bliss.
He kissed her. “I don’t want an answer about it. I just want you to relax and know that we won’t take that step until you want us to. If you do at all.”
She nodded, then wrapped her hands around his head and pulled his face close, then kissed him thoroughly, her tongue claiming his mouth with
bold strokes.
“Now, what are we going to do until Simon gets back?” she asked.
“How about a swim, then we just relax around the pool?”
“Great idea.” She gathered up her clothes and followed him from the bathroom into his bedroom and dropped them on the bed. “Oh, wait, I don’t have a bathing suit.”
He chuckled. “You’re kidding, right?”
“No. I didn’t even know you had a pool, let alone that I was coming over here, when you stopped by this morning.”
“I mean, you don’t need a bathing suit.”
He meant they’d go skinny-dipping.
“I’m sorry, I’m not really comfortable with the idea of running around naked in the backyard.”
He ran his hand over her hip and dragged his gaze down her body. “You were naked in the hot tub.”
“I know but … spending a couple of hours out there … naked. What if Simon comes back and brings someone with him? Or someone shows up? Or—”
He stopped her words with a kiss, then laughed. “You worry too much. But if you really want a bathing suit, I have something for you.”
As he walked across the bedroom then out the door, she couldn’t help admiring his tight, sexy butt. He returned a moment later with something brightly colored in his hand, then tossed it on the bed.
She stared at the small scraps of shocking pink, lemon, and neon green floral fabric.
“One of the guys at the firehouse gave it to me as a joke. There was a running gag that under my uniform, I’m always wearing a man-kini. So one of the guys left this in my locker. Don’t know why I kept it, but I’m glad I did.”
She lifted the bottoms, which basically consisted of a string attached to a small triangle. And the top was two triangles.
“I’m not sure this is better than naked,” she said, staring at it.
He grinned. “That’s why I gave it to you.”
Her cheeks flushed.
He sat down. “Seriously though, I’d love to see you in that. And don’t worry. If someone other than Simon were to show up—which they won’t—you can just wrap a towel around yourself. They wouldn’t think anything of it.”
“I guess.”
She leaned over and stepped into the bikini bottoms, then pulled them up and positioned the triangle in place. She wasn’t used to wearing thongs, so the string in her butt felt strange.
As she wrapped the top around her body and struggled with the clasp, he caught her hips and turned her away from him.
“Let me help with that.” He fastened the clasp then drew her hair to one side so she could tie the string at her neck.
“You just wanted to see my butt.”
His fingers lightly danced over one round cheek.
“I’m not going to lie. I love seeing your butt.”
At the feel of his lips playing over her ass, delightful tingles danced through her. Then he slapped it.
“Okay, let’s get going.”
* * *
Rikki and Carter spent the next couple of hours swimming and sunning themselves. They talked about how she’d been laid off from her job, and bounced ideas around about what she might do next.
The fire department shoot had made her realize how much fun she had doing photography, and she and Carter brainstormed ways she could turn it into a full-time business.
That was another thing she liked about Carter. He was a lighthearted guy who liked to laugh, but he was also incredibly smart. He even offered to help her build a Web site to showcase her work.
Finally, as the afternoon shadows grew long, they returned to the house.
She was going to change, but Carter tossed her a T-shirt and suggested she just pull that on. While she did, he checked his phone and said that Simon would still be a couple of hours. They decided to wait to start dinner.
“Let’s watch a movie,” he suggested.
“Sounds good.”
He sat down on the couch and she settled in beside him. He offered several movie choices, but she told him to take his pick. He put on an action movie and she soon found herself dozing in his arms.
A sound startled her and she opened her eyes. The TV was off and she realized that there had been the blaring sounds of a high-speed chase a moment ago.
“I didn’t mean to wake you.”
Chapter Twelve
Rikki glanced in the direction of Simon’s voice. He stood off to her right by the armchair with the remote control in his hand.
She pushed the hair from her face and smiled. “That’s okay.”
“You two look cozy.” He smiled. “Have a good afternoon?”
From the sound of deep breathing beside her, she knew Carter was still asleep.
“Yeah, we went in the hot tub, then spent the afternoon by the pool.”
“That sounds like much more fun than putting out a fire in a newspaper stand.” He smiled, appreciatively gazing at her naked legs curled in front of her. “Especially if it involved watching you skinny-dipping.”
“No, afraid not. Got a bathing suit on under this shirt.”
“Yeah? You want to show me?”
She realized she did.
She glanced at the still sleeping Carter and eased herself away, then stood up. Excitement sizzled through her at Simon’s heated gaze locked on her when she moved toward him. She peeled the shirt from her body and tossed it aside, her hormones twitching as his blue eyes darkened to navy at the sight of her barely covered breasts.
She flattened her hands on his chest and pressed him backward to the armchair, then pushed him into it. She climbed onto his lap and unbuttoned his shirt. The feel of his hard, sculpted muscles under her fingertips aroused her.
“You feel good,” she murmured as she kissed his neck.
She felt his hands slide under her breasts and lift.
“So do you.” His thumbs glided over her nipples and they surged forward.
Oh, God, she didn’t know what had gotten into her, but his touch triggered a lightning response. Her insides ached with a desperate need for him. To feel him inside her. To ride him to a sudden, stupendous release that would take both their breaths away.
She pulled aside the scraps of fabric covering her breasts so that he was touching her bare skin. He chuckled, then covered one nipple with his mouth. She moaned softly as he suckled her, her fingers tearing at the button holding his jeans closed, then tugging down the zipper.
She reached inside and grasped his cock, arching her breast against his hungry mouth. When she freed his long shaft, she stroked it, feeling it swell and lengthen in her hand until it was rock-hard.
“Oh, fuck, sweetheart, I missed you.”
“Me, too.” She whimpered as he suckled hard on her nub again. “Oh, God, I want you inside me.”
She tugged aside the fabric covering her intimate folds, and positioned herself over him. When she pressed his cockhead against her wetness, he moaned. Then his tongue swirled over her needy nipple.
She lowered herself onto him, taking the entire length of him into her aching canal. When she finally rested against him, her body totally impaled, both of them sucked in air.
“Damn, sweetheart, this is one hell of a welcome home.”
She leaned in and kissed his neck, rocking her pelvis. He groaned.
“What can I say?” she said in a husky voice. “I missed you.”
He chuckled. “Don’t tell me Carter couldn’t keep you satisfied.”
She nuzzled his neck, then kissed along his collarbone, continuing to rock slightly. Enough to keep a raging fire burning inside her.
“Oh, he satisfied me all right. Enough to make me realize what I’ve been missing all these years. And how much I want to make up for it.”
She realized that Carter might wake up at any time. Might even be awake now. Watching them. The thought shot her arousal up several notches.
She widened her legs around Simon and rocked forward again, pushing him deeper inside her.
“Well,
halle-fucking-lujah for Carter.” Simon groaned. “You’ve certainly gotten the knack of this.”
Then he grasped her hips and guided her. Rocking her faster. And deeper.
She moaned at the feel of his long cock gliding within her.
“Oh, God, I’m close already,” she murmured. And then began to moan as heat pulsed through her.
His cock stroked her faster and faster and her insides quivered in excitement. She rested her hands on his big shoulders and gripped tightly as she started moving on him in earnest. Sliding his granite-hard erection in and out of her. She slowed for a few strokes, then sped up, then slowed again, garnering a deep moan from him.
Then she quickened her pace again. Taking him in and out. Riding him like a wild stallion, her pulse skyrocketing. Pleasure pummeled her insides and she threw her head back and began to wail as bliss surged through her.
He rocked his hips with hers, their bodies pounding together. She gasped as he pumped deeper into her, then moaned as the orgasm blossomed through her. Her trilling voice filled the room. He stroked her clit and her whole consciousness exploded in an overwhelming cataclysm of joy.
She seemed to float in eternity, riding a wave of euphoria. Then she slowly drifted back to earth, finding herself trembling in his arms. His lips caressed her temple, her head tucked under his chin.
“Oh, God … that was…” she panted, “… incredible.”
He stroked her hair, then rested his hand over her ear, holding her head to his chest. His heart was beating double-time.
“It was that,” he said.
Finally, she lifted her head and gazed up at him. He smiled and captured her lips.
“And I nearly slept through it,” Carter said from across the room.
She gazed around to see him sitting up on the couch where she’d left him, his cock in his hand, deflated and glistening. It seemed he’d enjoyed her and Simon’s encounter from afar.
“It’s too bad. If you’d held back, we could have entertained Simon with another round.”
Carter grinned. “Oh, believe me, with even the tiniest help from you, I can be up and ready in no time.”
“Did you enjoy Carter watching you, sweetheart?” Simon murmured against her ear, then kissed it.