by R. R. Banks
A sleek black motorcycle sat in the drive, a man in black leather straddling it. His helmet entirely encompassed his head and when he turned to look at me I could see my stunned reflection in the visor. He reached up and took the helmet off and instantly I knew that I wanted this man to fuck me. He looked like sex personified and I had absolutely no need to go through the small talk.
“I’m Grey,” he said.
Of course, you are.
“Snow.”
“Get on.”
Straight to the point. I like it.
I grabbed the second helmet that was behind him and put it on, securing it in place before hiking up my skirt and climbing onto the back of the hot machine. The position spread my legs so that my center nestled against his ass and my breasts pressed into his back. I wrapped my arms around his waist and in an instant the bike roared to life and shot down the driveway. The speed was exhilarating and the vibration of the bike beneath me stimulated my clit, pushing my arousal further. I lowered one hand to the inside of Grey’s thigh and he immediately grabbed it, moving it over so that I cupped his cock through his tight pants. It felt thick and delicious already and I couldn’t wait to get my hands on it more.
We rode through the woods and along several open roads before dipping back into the trees. Finally, I felt him pull the bike to a stop and climb down. I was taking the helmet off when he grabbed me by my waist and picked me up off of the motorcycle, setting me on my feet beside it. Anticipation was building in my belly, but he didn’t even touch me before getting back on his bike and pulling away.
“What are you doing?” I shouted after him.
As he started to disappear I heard another roar behind me and I whipped around to see a different bike coming at me. My heart beat with such ferocity it felt like it might crack through my ribcage, but I stayed in place, refusing to let the fear take over. The motorcycle came closer and before I knew what was happening, I felt the ground disappear beneath me as a strong arm looped around my waist and swept me up and onto it. Suddenly the roaring bike was between my thighs and my back rested against the hard, warm chest of another man. His body rocked against mine as we rode and his hand rested low on my belly, holding me in place as the feverish pace of the bike threatened to throw me off as he turned sharply and started up another path through the woods.
My mind went to Grey. I could hear the powerful sound of his motorcycle behind us and I had the distinct feeling that this was not a surprise to him. This was something that he had planned. We rode until the path grew narrow and the trees thicker, and the man pulled the motorcycle to a stop. In one motion, he climbed off and swept me down into his arms. He carried me off of the path and lowered me to my feet beside a tree. The rain continued to stream around us as he stood over me and I looked into his face for the first time. I saw familiar eyes staring back at me with intensity that kept me still even when his hands left my hips and my breath caught in my throat. Before I could say anything, his mouth crushed down on mine, his tongue tempting my lips apart. Instinct took over and I kissed him back with intensity, seeking out some of the pleasure that he had already given me just a few weeks before. Shane’s hands slid up my ribs onto the sides of my breasts, then came to the front of my corseted top where narrow leather laces held the fabric together.
His mouth lifted from mine as he straightened slightly to make it easier for his hands to untie the leather laces and pull the fabric away from my breasts. Rain glazed my skin and I drew in a breath.
"What are you doing here?" I managed to say through the tightness in my throat.
Shane brought a finger to my lips to stop my words.
"Be quiet."
Shane lowered his head and I gasped as his mouth closed over one breast, his tongue flicking at my nipple. The dominance that he was showing only intensified the powerful arousal that I had felt as soon as I saw Grey, and even though I didn’t understand what was happening, I didn’t want to fight it. My hands dug into his hair and I closed my eyes against the feelings washing over me. He took his mouth from me and blew a gentle stream of air against me that cooled my skin as it touched the wetness from the rain and his tongue before repeating the lavish attention on my other breast. One hand came to my leg and started to lift my skirt, gathering the fabric in his fingers to inch it up.
I had been so enthralled by what was happening that I hadn’t noticed the sound of Grey’s motorcycle grumbling only feet away. The sound stopping is what brought my attention to it and I looked over toward it. Grey took of his helmet and settled it into place on the back of the bike. The rain had all but stopped and as he started toward me I could see that the expression on his face was somewhere between amused and hungry.
“I see that you met my friend,” he said.
“We’ve already met,” I said. Shane’s mouth had found its way to the inside of my thigh and I moaned as he kissed his way to the juncture between my hip and thigh. “I didn’t think that this was allowed.”
“Don’t worry,” Grey said. “Fawn gave us permission.” He peeled off his gloves as he approached, then reached into his pocket. “She agreed that your final date should be something that you wouldn’t soon forget.”
He had withdrawn a condom packet from his pocket and tossed it to Shane, who caught it easily and had it in place in a matter of seconds. I gasped as he entered me, easing the ache between my thighs but bringing even more questions to my mind. Shane held me in place for a moment, allowing me to turn my attention back to Grey. It was me who started moving first, rolling my hips against his to make the hardness of him massage against my walls as I watched Grey unbuckle his pants and draw down the zipper, pulling out his enormous cock and starting to stroke it as he watched Shane fuck me. The visual was so indescribably erotic I instantly reached an indescribable peak and my body contracted tightly around Shane.
Screaming at the wave of pleasure, I dug my fingernails into Shane's shoulders and let him lift my hips up slightly so he could plunge into me as everything within me released and I rode the tremors that seemed to draw his cock deeper into my body.
I was breathless as I came down from the climax, but I was far from finished. There was a reason that Grey had invited Shane along, and I didn’t think that it was so that he could have his own private entertainment. He had been right. This was my last date, the final experience in my retreat, and I was going to make the most of it. Feeling as though all of the inhibitions and questions about myself that I might have had before had finally shed away and I had absolutely nothing holding me back, I reached out for Grey.
He walked up to me, still stroking the length of his cock, and reached for my head. Tucking his hand around the back of it, he pulled me forward, thrusting his erection into my open and waiting mouth. As I sucked him eagerly into my mouth and brought him as deep into my throat as I could. Behind me I felt Shane take hold of my hips. He pulled me back, forcing me onto my hands and knees. I continued to suck Grey even as Shane plunged into me again. The sound of my ass smacking back against his still-clothed thighs reverberated through the trees and I gave up trying to control the pattern of my mouth, allowing Shane’s thrusts to guide me.
“My turn,” Grey said after a few minutes.
I felt Shane pull out of me and turn me around. I heard the sound of another condom package opening and lifted my hips slightly to present myself to Grey. I looked over my shoulder at him and watched as he leaned back to admire the view for a few seconds before positioning the head of his cock right at my opening. Grey grabbed my hips and pulled me back so that he sank into me, as he moved his hands up to grasp my breasts. He used this hold to pull me up onto my knees so that my back molded to his chest. The feeling of so much of our bodies still being clothed somehow made the encounter even sexier and I reached down to stroke my hands along the leather of his pants. His arm wrapped around my waist so he could hold me steady and pound into me. A moment later I felt one of his knees come in between mine and force them apart so that my legs were sp
read.
Shane rested on one hand in front of him and brought the other in between my thighs to part my lips and expose my still-throbbing clit. His mouth closed over it and he alternated flicking the tip of his tongue across it and sucking it. The combination of Grey slamming into me and Shane worshiping me with his tongue was all-consuming and it took only seconds for me to explode into another ground-shaking orgasm. Grey pushed me forward so that I landed with my hands on Shane’s chest as he rose up to kneel in front of me. He looked into my eyes and I saw a flicker of the more gentle, slower-moving man who I had met on the ranch crack through the aggressive, dominant man who was with me now. Shane caught my mouth and we kissed urgently until Grey let out a shout and came hard, pushing me harder against Shane with the force of his body pushing deeper into me.
I felt both relaxed and exhilarated as we disentangled ourselves from each other. Shane immediately righted his clothes and reached out to shake Grey’s hand.
“Thank you, buddy,” Grey said.
Shane grinned.
“Absolutely.”
He climbed onto his bike and roared out of the trees. Grey and I took a few more minutes to redress ourselves and then he gestured toward his motorcycle.
“Can I interest you in another ride?”
I nodded and we climbed back onto the bike. The air felt heavy as if it was still holding more rain and it was as if we cut through it as he pushed his bike to higher and higher speeds down the road. I held him tightly around the waist and let my head fall back, relishing the feeling of my hair streaming through the air. I don’t know how long we raced along the roads, weaving in and out of the woods, zipping along beside vast fields, and even spending a short time blistering along the streets of the nearby city. Grey had slowed, however, by the time that he started down the curving road back toward the cottage. The power of the motorcycle between my legs had taken away the languid feeling and turned me on again so that by the time we stopped somewhere along the path I didn’t even wonder why we hadn’t gotten close to the cottage.
“I like sharing sometimes,” Grey said, climbing off of the bike, “but now I want you all to myself.”
“Oh, really?” I said.
“Mmmmm-hmmmm,” he said, reaching for me.
I stepped out of his reach and shook my head.
“Well, I’m not going to make it as easy for you this time.”
Not waiting for him to respond, I took off running into the woods. The rain was starting up again and by the time that I was several yards into the trees it was pouring down on me, soaking through my clothes. I laughed into the sound of the rain and Grey’s footsteps following me. I wove through the trees, trying to make my path as meandering as I could so it would be hard for the much larger, much faster man to catch up to me. Just as I expected he would, he drew close to me quickly and I felt his hand brush against my ass as he tried to grab onto the back of my skirt. I let out a high-pitched scream and jumped away, running faster.
We were far enough into the trees that I could no longer see the path when I glanced back over my shoulder and Grey finally caught up with me. I felt his arms wrap around my waist and he picked me up. An instant later he was carrying me and my back slammed against a tree, but I didn’t care. There was no buildup, no teasing this time. Our hands tore at each other and in seconds my panties were on the ground and the coiled end of a twisted-texture condom had impaled me. The rain pelting down on us was cold but it was a relief through the feverish heat of our bodies. My bare breasts, exposed over the neckline of my shirt, bounced with each intense thrust and Grey growled so loudly I could imagine that Fawn would be able to hear him back at the cottage.
My legs were still shaking slightly from the intensity of the quickie against the tree when I climbed off of Grey’s motorcycle and started toward the cottage. He had promised me a final date that I wasn’t going to forget, and all I could think was that he was absolutely right. I couldn’t imagine that I would ever forget how it felt to have the powerful machine beneath me or to be passionately, aggressively yet reverently enjoyed by two men at the same time. Though it wasn’t something that I could ever see myself doing again, it had unlocked a part of me that would otherwise have remained untouched, and the memory of it would ensure that that part remained unlocked rather than hidden away. I could sample it whenever I wanted to, whether I was alone or invited another man into my bed.
I turned to watch Grey disappear down the path and was starting up the steps when I heard my name. I looked to the side and saw Noah standing at the side of the cottage. I felt a shock through my heart, the memory of our last conversation still raw. The rain streamed over him, making his eyes stand out, piercing through the gloom around me. He closed the space between us and grasped my wrist, pulling me toward the side of the cottage. He led me around toward the back of the cottage until I dug my heels in, forcing him to stop. He whirled around to face me and for an instant, nothing else in the world existed.
Chapter Twenty-Four
Lucille
I couldn’t believe what I was seeing. So that was where Snow had been all this time. I closed the email and opened the next one, reading another of the messages between Snow and someone named Robin. It was embarrassing to admit that it had taken me this long to think of reading her email to try to track where she was and what she had been doing since going on her leave of absence. Her office was still sitting untouched since she left and company policy dictated that all information on the computer be accessible by the president, meaning that I was able to use a password breaker to access any account or site that she had visited. While she had been smart enough not to access any of her social media or financial accounts on her work computer, keeping those inaccessible to me, she had checked her private email, enabling me to read through her inbox.
Even though there was nothing that was going to keep me from reading anything that I wanted to on Snow’s computer, I recognized that this was a touch of an overstretch of my authority and that if I was seen I would likely have to contend with more fuss and hassle than I felt like facing. Particularly from Hunter. He had been tense and edgy since our unfortunate encounter after Snow left and I knew that he was just waiting for something that he could tell Walter about me that would be traceable, like reading through her personal emails when she had been out of the office for weeks. I had decided to avoid all of that by staying late after everyone else had already left the office so that I could explore Snow’s personal life at my leisure. And I had certainly been rewarded for my efforts.
“The Enchanted Woods,” I muttered to myself as I opened another email that contained the same three words I had seen in the last several messages. “What is that?”
Whether it was because she knew that her messages might be monitored or simply because she didn’t want to share any information over email, Snow had been stingy with details about this place, wherever it was, but there was enough to tell me that it was where she had been spending a considerable amount of her time since leaving the office. I had gone through several messages when I noticed that she mentioned she wasn’t staying there at all times, but instead was visiting for several days every couple of weeks, returning to her home in between. I already knew where she lived. Now I wanted to know what this place was that had grabbed her attention so much that she was spending so much of her time there. The messages mentioned that she was having an incredible time and that Robin wouldn’t believe the stories that she had to tell. Each message intrigued me further and I had the feeling in my gut that this was what I had been looking for. This was what was going to help me destroy her.
I closed Snow’s email and opened the browser. I typed “The Enchanted Woods” into the search engine and waited for the results to populate. The first several pages were primary home improvement and literary sites, but when I had nearly given up, I found a site that seemed promising. One of Snow’s messages to Robin had included a picture of a cottage and mentioned that it looked just like the brochure. An image
very similar to that one appeared on the site that I found and I clicked on it. The description inside was nearly as vague as her infuriating emails, but from what I read, this place was some sort of exclusive retreat. I jotted down the address on a notepad and closed the site, going back after myself to clear the search history so that if someone else looked at her computer they wouldn’t be able to tell what I had been doing. I closed up the office and rushed home so that I could pack a bag. It was Friday evening which meant that I had two days to go find out what Snow was up to before anyone would need to know that I was gone, and, if her emails were any indication, she only spent Friday through Monday there every two weeks.
It was dark when I started driving and well after midnight by the time that I had reached the hotel where I had made a reservation for the night. It was only a few miles away from the Enchanted Woods, which meant that I would be able to get there early in the morning.
My mind was spinning by the time that I got into my room. What could Snow be doing? What about the Enchanted Woods lured her there for all of this time? Why did she keep going back after returning home each time that she went? I hoped that this was one of the weekends that she was going to be there. Even if I could find the retreat and figure out why she went there, her actually being there would give me more of an indication of why she had chosen it. Maybe I would even find something that could enable me to make her leave of absence permanent.
I barely slept that night. I spent the few hours between tucking myself into the bed and getting up staring at the ceiling and running through all of the things that I wanted to say to her, all of the ways that I wished that I could destroy her. I couldn’t wait for her to be gone. I couldn’t wait for people to finally see me for what I really was without living in her shadow any longer.