Falling, Freestyle

by Arend, Vivian

  Alone, except for an audience of three who held their breath as Dara peeked at Kane from under her lashes. When in the hell had her guys learned how to act like this? It was like some kind of elaborate hoax, yet they were playing it improv.

  Kane cleared his throat. “He knows?”

  Dara nodded.

  “Good. That’s an interesting proposition he just made. You think I should take him up on it?”

  Her skin flushed red-hot as he winked the eye on the side away from their watchers. Her mouth was bone dry and she struggled to unstick her tongue from the roof of her mouth. She was as good as naked from the waist up, with the see-through shirt allowing her nipples to peek through. She quickly checked the main area of the cafeteria. It was one thing to pull a stunt like this in front of adults, but she didn’t want to freak out any families or kids.

  The setting was perfect. No one could see what was going on, tucked into the corner like they were. Well, no one except Kane—and three very quiet young men fiddling with their food. They weren’t even pretending to hold a conversation anymore, far more intent on the drama before them.

  So be it—she officially got off on being watched and thought a sexpot. Dara squirmed, hoping the seam of her ski pants would provide a little relief against her throbbing clit. She spoke softly. “What do you want to do?”

  Kane locked his fingers in her hair, an erotic echo of Jack’s movement only moments earlier. With infinite slowness he leaned toward her. “I want to come back to your room and fuck you again.”

  The audible gasps from across the table slid into white noise as he took her mouth under his. By the time he pulled away, her mind swirled with a mix of passion and confusion. What must the snowboarders think? And could she get any more turned on? Her sex ached to be filled, by Kane, by Jack. Heck she wanted both of them, right now. Hard, pounding into her.

  She whimpered. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw one of the boarders rise to his feet, adjust himself quickly and race from the table.

  Kane held her chin, his forefingers and thumb cradling her delicately but firmly enough she couldn’t move without making a scene. “You need some more of what I gave you on the hill?”

  Dara ducked her head and mumbled.

  He laughed. “That’s not an answer. I want to hear the words. Did you enjoy what we did? My cock in your pussy? Fucking against the tree like animals?”

  Her breasts heaved as she panted for breath. “I loved it.”

  His gaze caught on her chest. Kane reached out to pinch one nipple between his fingers, rubbing the rigid peak where it speared the fabric. “Nice, but not as nice as if you were naked, those tits bare for my mouth. Or your boyfriend’s. Jack, right?”

  She nodded.

  “What about both of us at the same time? Sucking and biting, one on each side?”

  “Please…” The images flashing through her brain had nothing to do with cafeterias or ski slopes, and everything to do with being touched by both her guys. Filled by them, again and again, until she couldn’t move.

  Kane growled in frustration as he glanced around them. He stared for a moment across the table at the boarders. “You guys mind switching sides? We need a little more privacy than this bench allows.”

  They shook their heads wordlessly and rose to their feet. One of them ogled her shamelessly, his gaze eating her up, and damn if she didn’t get even hotter. Kane tugged her against his body, his erection hard against her hip as he guided her around to the far side of the table.

  “Kane. This isn’t a good idea. People will see my—”

  He pressed her down until her back was flat against the bench. Far overhead was the solid wood framing of the open timbers of the roof. Nearer to her left, the edge of the long row table hung inches above her head. Under the table, on the bench she and Kane had just vacated, she watched as the boarders took a seat. One cupped his groin, rubbing himself with a harsh rhythm.

  She was completely hidden by the table, tucked away in the corner of the room with an exterior wall at her head and one on her right. Kane’s body blocked her from the view of anyone at his back. They could have been alone, except for the continued audience of the boarders.

  Kane massaged her breasts, pulling her attention back to him. “No one can see anything. In fact, let’s just pretend there’s no one here but you and me.”

  Oh my God, he was messing with her zipper again. He tugged the crotch of her ski pants open, totally ignoring the guys on the opposite side of the table. He slipped his fingers along her soaking wet slit. She covered her mouth with both hands to contain the noises threatening to escape.

  “It’s too bad there’s no one here. Because I think you’d love to have someone watch me do this.” He buried his fingers in her pussy and her hips involuntarily rose to meet him. The instant pressure in her core nudged her closer to yet another release, most of it from the sheer wickedness of what they were doing.

  “If I had another condom I would fuck you here and now. On this bench. And your drenched pussy tells me that’s exactly what you want, isn’t it?”

  He thrust into her again, his thumb riding her clit hard enough stars formed before her eyes. She was so close to coming, so close—

  His pocket rang and he swore violently, fumbling with his coat one-handed, his fingers still buried in her pussy.

  “Kane here.”

  Every breath she took shook her violently and she rocked as best she could against his hand, trying to reach that final bump to push her over. He withdrew his fingers with a long sigh. “I’m on holidays. This had better be a huge emergency, Derrick.”

  Damn. No. She reached for her crotch. She had to come. It was a physical need now. She slipped her fingers into her own body and pushed the heel of her hand onto her clit. Kane grasped her wrist and pulled it away from her body, preventing her from masturbating. The moisture clinging to her fingertips cooled as the air met it. He spoke briefly to his client before hanging up and tossing his cell to the table in disgust.

  “Derrick owes me big-time. I have to go for a while and baby-sit a customer through a booking issue. We’re not done.” Kane leaned over and sucked her fingers into his mouth, cleaning them one by one before zipping her up. Regret and longing covered his face. “I’ll join you as soon as I can.”

  He picked up his drink from the table and chugged it back, his throat moving rhythmically and Dara swallowed in time. Her entire body buzzed with adrenaline. She didn’t think she could move if she tried.

  “Kane? Where’s Dara?”

  Dara struggled to a sitting position. Jack stood with a filled tray, his gaze darting between her and Kane. She snatched her coat off the table and covered herself. Her cheeks flamed, her body even hotter.

  Kane rose to his feet and grabbed his things. “Emergency work call. Glad you’re back. She’s a pistol. I thought I was going to have to rip her clothes off again, or tie her up.”

  “Oh, we can do that later.” Jack growled softly. He put down the tray and handed Kane a piece of paper. “When you can make it.”

  Kane took a few steps away from the table before glancing back at Dara. He licked his fingers, the ones he’d had buried deep in her body and she shivered. She really was going to die.

  Jack sat next to her and kissed her cheek gently. Such a chaste touch after the porn-ranked actions of the past half hour. He pushed a plate of fries her direction before eyeing the boarders seated across from them. “Time to hit the slopes, boys. Conditions are good out there.”

  “You won’t believe—”

  “Move along.”

  Dara bit her lip and fixed her gaze on the table as the two guys left without another word. Canadians were so polite. They’d watch, but they wouldn’t say anything.

  A new group claimed the vacant bench—a mom and dad with their two kids. Dara made sure she was properly covered, then she and Jack ate in silence, her blood pounding through her hard enough she felt breathless. An afternoon of skiing still ahead?

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sp; She would never survive.

  Chapter Eight

  Alpine Responsibility Code

  Rule #8—Before merging, always look uphill and yield to others…

  “I can’t believe you made me do that.”

  They slipped back into their cabin. Jack held the door for Dara as she rumbled at him.

  “Made you? Oh boy, we need to talk about willing accomplices and other things.” He peeled off her coat and paused to admire her breasts. “God, I’m a genius. You’re just dying for me to put my mouth on you, aren’t you?”

  Dara whimpered and nodded, reaching up to plump her breasts, tugging her own nipples.

  He grabbed her wrists. “Hey, hey, slow down. There’s no need to rush.”

  “You’re not the one suffering here,” she complained. “Kane had me on the edge of an orgasm before he left.”

  Jack snickered evilly and splayed his fingers against her lower back, rocking her against his erection. “Oh, I’m in pain, believe me.”

  He tried to keep it light, joking far more than he usually would, but he was fucking suffering. Not only were his balls blue from wanting her so badly, the urge to kick Kane out of the picture rose all the time. He didn’t like the sentiments he’d been experiencing toward his best friend. It was a hard contradiction—being turned on watching Kane and Dara together, and yet feeling jealous he wasn’t the one in charge.

  The door flung open behind them and Kane stormed in. “Where is she?” His eyes lit on Dara and his frantic expression calmed. He shook his head sorrowfully. “Fuck it, that went a little farther than I intended. I’m sorry, Dara.”

  She grabbed him by the collar and hauled him closer. “Damn right, and now you’re going to pay.”

  A rush of lust and a flash of rage hit simultaneously. Jack forced himself to step back as he stripped off his ski coat. Dara was up to something, and she deserved the right to play this one out as she desired. She lifted her chin and her gaze darted between him and his friend. There was none of her usual submissive softness in her stance, just an all-out sensual burn that threatened to ignite the entire room.

  “I want you naked, Kane.” Her voice husky, yet firm, made the hair on the back of his neck stand upright. His anger eased—Jack might not enjoy being dominated himself, but watching Dara lord it over Kane was a serious turn-on.

  Kane nodded slowly and moved into the living room to comply. She turned her steely gaze in Jack’s direction and he raised a brow at her. Did she really think she could order him around as well?

  “Kane and I are going in the hot tub to fuck like bunnies. You want to come?”

  All his tension dissipated as he laughed and flicked open the button on his pants. Dara knew just the right thing to say.

  “Oh, I want to come more than you can imagine.” Her gaze dropped to his waistline to watch intently, even as she removed her clothing. When she pulled off her snow pants and he saw the tufts of her curls through the ripped long johns he groaned. “Holy crap, Kane, you did rip her clothes off.”

  “Necessity is the mother of invention.”

  Soon the only item remaining on her body was the undershirt he’d given her that morning. The smooth skin of her ass peeked out from under the tails as she pivoted in front of him to check out Kane’s progress. His best friend sported a boner to rival his own as he stood patiently waiting for Dara’s lead.

  Jack had to admit he was impressed—Kane didn’t hide himself as Dara strolled around him, one hand trailing over his skin.

  “You were taunting me… You knew I couldn’t say anything in public so I think you owe me one. Or two.”

  Kane grasped her fingers, trapping her palm against his ridged abdomen. “Damn climbing center. Derrick’s all balls and no brain. He could have waited until I got home to ask his questions but no…I didn’t mean to make you crazy.”

  Dara leaned closer, glaring at him. Her threatening pose held for all of ten seconds before her face broke out into her usual brilliant smile. “Yes, you did, and I loved every minute of it.”

  She took a deep breath and closed her eyes for a moment. “Guys, you are seriously rocking it in the ‘give Dara her fantasies’ department. But I’ve still got a request and I’m not sure how you’re going to take it.”

  Jack leaned back on the wall, giving her a little space. “Try us.”

  Dara took a deep breath. “I can’t complain about anything you’ve done, except—it’s pretty much been a lot of one-on-one stuff. I…”

  Her cheeks were rosier than they’d been when they came in from the cold.

  Kane tugged her back against his body and she purred. He slipped his hand over her belly, fingers wide as he nestled her against his naked skin. “You want us together?”

  She hesitated, then nodded slowly. “Does that make me some kind of super-kinky girl? I get so damn hot when I read about it, and maybe the whole experience is one of those ‘better in fantasy than reality’, but…”

  Jack paced closer, his cock aching hard. Even though he wanted to rush ahead, she needed them to slow down a little. They’d been racing through everything for the past couple days, and while they’d stopped to watch movies and eat, they hadn’t really talked about their actions.

  Frankly, Jack had been deliberately avoiding any discussions. He didn’t want to talk about what they were doing, because that would mean acknowledging he was enjoying the whole situation way too much. Enjoying it, while simultaneously hating it. The more time passed, the more he’d held himself back, forcing himself to not call all the shots.

  Taking a backseat in the bedroom wasn’t sitting well. He loved being with Dara more intimately, and other than occasionally wanting to rip Kane’s throat out, things were okay with his best bud. Heck, it was great that Kane had asked him to join in the little game in the cafeteria—and he was happy Dara had gotten a thrill out of it, but it wasn’t his style.

  But these were his issues to deal with and this wasn’t about him. It was supposed to be about Dara, and her needs and fantasies. He’d been too busy dreaming about how things could be in the future, when it was only the two of them, that he’d steered clear of the one thing she’d really asked for.

  Time to grow a set and put his ego aside.

  Dara trembled under Kane’s hands. He stroked her gently, easing her back and nuzzling her neck. “You ever have anal sex?”

  “Yes. Not for a while, but I tried it.”

  “Did you like it?”

  Dara nodded again, guilt written on her face.

  Ah, shit.

  “Dara, look at me.” Jack tugged her to the couch and sat her on his lap. He luxuriated in the soft skin under his hands. She cupped his face and dragged her fingers through his hair, scratching his scalp with his fingers and sending a shot of pure lust to his groin. “You don’t have to be embarrassed about liking something that gives you pleasure. Anal sex, oral sex—”

  “Fooling around in public?”

  “Did that bother you so much? I thought you enjoyed it.”

  “I did, and that’s the trouble. I shouldn’t feel as hot and needy as I do from making a spectacle of myself.”

  Jack schooled his expression. She didn’t need him laughing right now, but damn, if she and Kane weren’t two peas in a pod. “I’ll say it again, anything that gives you pleasure and doesn’t harm another—why should you feel guilty?”

  She wrinkled her nose. “Because I spent too many years being told to be a good girl?”

  He shook his head. “If you hurt someone, go ahead and feel guilty. But you didn’t, so enjoy the horniness it caused. And if you want to take both Kane and me on at once, I’m game. We’ll go slow, and see if we can match your fantasies. I don’t think there would be so many stories written about it if there wasn’t an inkling of truth in them. In fact, the thought makes me hot as anything.”

  Dara turned to look at Kane. “What about you?”

  He laughed as he moved to kneel at their side, and the sex-charged tone changed the tension
in the room, as if he’d lit a stick of sexual dynamite.

  “If you’re asking if I’m up for it, I think you can tell my answer.” Kane wrapped her hand around his cock and rocked his hips slowly.

  Dara touched her other hand to his cheek. He nuzzled her fingers for a moment, kissing them softly. His tongue darted out and he licked her, his face shining with mischief. Dara laughed.

  Kane winked. “I thought I heard something about fucking like bunnies in the hot tub. It’s getting cold in here. Shall we move the party to a warmer climate?”

  Jack opened the balcony door, gliding ahead to pull the cover off the hot tub. Kane cradled her, his fingers caressing and teasing her skin as he brought her to the side of the pool.

  Dara clung to his neck as he lowered her in, drawing his mouth against hers. As their tongues tangled a sense of déjà vu washed over her. It felt so right, so proper to be in Kane’s arms. A splash splattered heated droplets on her back seconds before Jack pressed his lips to her neck and bit down lightly.

  Having him there was just as proper as Kane.

  They twisted her between them, raining kisses on her face. Kane slipped into the water to add his hands and body to the erotic teasing. Her mind fogged as pleasure built within her—the fires stoked higher and higher with every brush of their fingertips. Every caress of their lips. Kane raised her slightly, his fingers exploring and teasing her sex. The chilled winter air floated over her wet breasts and her nipples hardened, a second before Jack latched onto one and sucked the peak into the heat of his mouth.

  Another drag of his tongue over the tip. Another circle around her clit by Kane. She teetered on edge, waiting for the moment her body would follow her mind—it was already gone, lost in the pleasures her men provided.