Falling, Freestyle

by Arend, Vivian

  Kane teased a finger down the crease of her ass, pausing to circle her anus. When he dipped his fingertip into the nerve-sensitive area she let out a moan. Jack seemed to take that as an order to increase his assault and suckled harder, one hand cupping a breast, one slipping down to rub her slit. She leaned helplessly on Kane and let the wave break over her.

  “That’s a girl. Let go, we’ve got you.” Kane whispered in her ear, his hands gentle, his tone caring. Tears sprang to her eyes in spite of the pleasure drenching her soul.

  She panted to regain her equilibrium. It was suddenly too much, too intimate. The long hard length of Kane’s body behind her, the tender touch of Jack before her, the heated expression on his face as he ate her up with his gaze.

  Dara struggled to her feet and pulled away from them to sit on the edge of the tub, fanning her face and blowing hard.

  Kane grinned at her. “Getting a little overheated, are you?”

  A nod was all she could answer. She stared at him, the cut muscles of his abdomen glistening in the faint lights reflecting from the hill. The moisture clinging to his skin defined each ridge, each slope, and she wanted to run her tongue along them, consume him in one sitting.

  A sharp crack rang out and she snapped her head to the right. Jack stood on a deck chair, a gleaming icicle in his hand. He reached overhead and added another foot-long spear to his collection, then another. He spoke over his shoulder.

  “I think we can do something about the heat, sweetheart.”

  Oh God. The shiver racing over her skin had nothing to do with the temperature outside. She was so hot that melting with desire became a distinct possibility. Jack turned his brilliant smile on her as he climbed back into the hot tub, his collection of icy instruments of torture laid out in a row on the decking.

  “Do you mind if I try one?” Kane reached past her to pick one up, the tip glistening with a droplet as the heat rising from the tub hit it.

  “More than enough for us both, my good man.”

  Dara laughed at Jack’s atrocious British accent. “You two are— Oh my…”

  The words stuck in her throat. Kane slid the wet tip of his icicle down her torso with deliberate intent to drive her mad. He leaned over and sucked her nipple into his mouth, lashing it again and again with his tongue until it ached, fiery hot. When he stepped back and drew circles around the feverish tip, she thought the pleasure of it would set off an orgasm.

  “That looks like fun. My turn.” Jack copied Kane’s actions and the pulse of desire shot from her breast to her sex, and she slipped a hand down to her aching clit.

  “What do you mean ‘your turn’? If you hadn’t noticed, she’s got two.”

  Jack laughed softly. “So she does.” He glanced at Kane for a second. “You okay with this?”

  Kane nodded. “For Dara? Piece of cake.”

  She forced her eyes to remain open to take in every second of their united attack. Jack wrapped an arm around her hips to lock her in position while Kane smoothed a hand up her thigh. His fingers inched closer to her needy sex, then she couldn’t see anything, or feel anything, but their mouths on her body.

  She squeaked as Kane nipped the side of her breast then soothed the spot with the softening icicle. Flashes of heat and icy cold followed, all over her body. Her breasts, her ribs. Kane’s finger finally reached her slit and she purred with satisfaction as he slid a digit into her.

  “Yes. Oh, that feels so good.” She looked down and tensed. “Hang on a minute. Kane, you’re not really going to—?”

  Jack grasped her hips tighter and kissed away her protest, locking his lips over hers. His tongue thrust into her mouth but she knew what was coming. Anticipating the moment—this was either the stupidest thing she’d ever done or the wildest.

  Icy coldness brushed the sides of her labia. Kane swirled the tip of a new icicle between the layers of her sex, and melting water poured off her heated flesh. He stooped and replaced the cold with the heat of his mouth, driving his tongue into her sopping-wet depths and lapping eagerly. Hot, then cold, again and again. All the while Jack kissed her, made love to her mouth, locking his fingers in her hair and dragged their mouths together. Kane pushed the now blunt end of the ice into her and she cried out. Jack released her lips, staring down as Kane fucked her with the icicle.

  “That is so incredibly hot.”

  Dara bit her lip and squirmed. “Hot? I think we need to shove an icicle up your butt if you think it’s hot.”

  Kane stopped with the frozen shaft buried in her body. He leaned forward slowly, maintaining intimate eye contact, and gave her clit a deliberate lick. “Up the butt, hey? We can arrange that if you’d like.”

  Oh sweet Jesus, what had she done?

  He suckled her clit with increasingly harder pulses, once again moving the icicle. Her body had melted the shaft away so there was barely enough to touch her passage. Kane abandoned the chunk of ice and simply ate hungrily at her sex. The discarded pieces of ice swirled on the water’s surface as they rapidly melted away.

  “Shove over, Kane.” Jack cracked a new icicle in two, drawing the edges over her body, rotating it to melt the sharper sections into a new smooth-tipped surface. He stood for a moment and held it out to her. “Suck on the tip.”

  Dara opened her mouth and let him slip it in. It was freezing against her tongue, flavourless. She would have far preferred to take his cock, or Kane’s, into her mouth. Her saliva moistened it and made the surface slick.

  He pulled it from her mouth with a pop. Kane increased the motions of his tongue against her clit as he twisted to the side to allow Jack more room. Jack pressed the ice back into her sex and she instantly came. Rocking hard, a quivering mass on the side of the hot tub. Jack’s strong arm supported her upright as she shook with her release.

  Jack waited until she stilled before pulling her back into the water, arranging her over top of his body like a blanket. She breathed out a heavy sigh.

  “That was incredible.”

  “We’re not finished,” Kane warned.

  Guilt rushed her. “You guys must be dying.”

  Jack dropped a soothing kiss on her forehead. “We’re not done, but relax for a minute. Trust us?”

  “Of course.”

  He cupped her neck, massaging her shoulders, the tight sections of her upper body easing under his caress. Kane massaged her legs, pulling them into his lap as she sprawled belly down in the pool. Incredible attention, complete tenderness. She was going to break into tears at the emotions flowing through her.

  Her best friends. Her lovers. How was she supposed to choose just one of them to go forward with after this weekend?

  Kane lowered her legs and sat next to Jack, reaching over his friend’s torso to cup her cheek. “We don’t need to do anything more tonight. You skied like a banshee all day, and we’ve fooled around tons.”

  Jack nodded his agreement. “Why don’t I go and make us dinner. We can rent a movie, have a few drinks. Just relax.”

  Dara opened her mouth to protest. Kane spoke first. “I know it’s our last night here, but that doesn’t mean there’s an agenda.”

  But there was. She squirmed off them to stand in the middle of the tub. Her gaze darted back and forth between them. Light Jack, dark Kane. Both smiling at her, both with heartfelt emotion showing in their eyes. Caring…even love?

  Maybe she’d made the biggest mistake ever in even starting this weekend. Maybe when they went home she’d find their friendship would take a long time to repair. She didn’t know at all what tomorrow would bring. She was only certain of one thing.

  She’d regret it forever if she didn’t take this opportunity to love them both.

  “I want you. Please?”

  Jack and Kane stood simultaneously. They didn’t look at each other, simply rose and held out their hands. She took Kane’s in her right, and Jack’s in her left, and let them lead her from the hot tub back into the house.

  Kane stripped the blankets off the king-
sized bed. Jack wrapped her briefly in a towel to catch the most of the moisture, then turned to start the gas fire across from them. The heat reached out and traced her skin. She sat on the bed and the heat from their gazes wrapped around her, even hotter.

  They tumbled over her, hands touching, more and more intimate. Lips on her breasts, lips on her sex. Jack flipped her to her belly and laved from her slit to the star of her anus, and she moaned. His tongue pressed at the muscle. A tingling sensation raced through every inch and made her core ache with the need to be filled.

  Kane tugged her to his side, his cock pressed to her thigh. “You need to ride me, okay? Jack’s going to take your ass.”

  She smiled, wanting to chase a way a little of the seriousness. “You’re not an ass man?”

  He shook his head. “Breasts all the way.” He cupped her neck and drew their mouths closer. “I want to be able to look you in the eye when we make love. I want to see every bit of what you’re feeling. Know every bit of what you’re thinking. I need to be there, with you, for every second.”

  Her heart expanded and she kissed him, rolling him to his back and straddling his hips. He’d already donned a condom, so she rocked against his hard length, his shaft brushing her erect clit and making her want this even more. The tip of his cock breached her passage and they paused for a second before she settled, his shaft deep in her body.

  Kane’s eyes rolled up in his head for a moment before he grinned at her. “Oh yeah. Now lean forward and kiss me while Jack gets you ready.”

  Her heart fluttered as she obeyed. She liked anal sex, but with Kane stretching her full, this was going to be an entirely new experience. Not to mention she was doing this with them. Kane, and Jack, who even now trailed his fingers softly up and down her crease until she relaxed under his touch.

  “I’ll go slow,” Jack promised again.

  Dara wiggled back, trying to find a little more pressure from Jack’s fingers and Kane groaned. “Not too slow, or you’ll be a one-man show. I can only last so long.”

  Jack slicked her up with the lube, teasing the nerve-sensitive area until she was begging for him to do more. One finger. Two. By the time he pressed three into her, the burning pressure carried as a steady pulse in her blood. Kane held her hips up and pressed in a few times, his cock igniting pleasure points deep inside as Jack teased her beyond belief.

  “Now. I’m ready.”

  “You need a litt—”

  “Now!” Dara jammed herself back on his fingers. Wanting more. Wanting it all. Jack withdrew his hand and suddenly the hard tip of his cock was against her. Kane cupped her face and watched closely. She breathed out slowly as Jack pressed in, the flared head of his cock spreading her in two until he got past the tight outer muscle. He stopped and she screwed up her face.

  “You okay?” Kane whispered.

  “Not enough. Make him move, make him—”

  “Do it, Jack,” Kane ordered.

  Jack rocked slightly, the lube between them easing his way but the fire… Oh my God, she was going to go up in flames and he wasn’t even halfway in.

  “I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

  She groaned in frustration. “It doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”

  Jack grunted, continuing his slow progression until his groin hit her ass. He rested his sweaty forehead on her back and groaned. “Thank God, because this is fucking incredible.”

  Dara blew out a long breath and all three of them paused. Kane nuzzled her neck. “You ready for the triple chair?”

  “High speed?”

  “The only way to ride.”

  Jack adjusted his stance carefully, allowing Kane to support her hips slightly higher. That opened up enough room for Kane to withdraw, the mushroomed head of his cock clinging to her opening. As he pressed in, Jack pulled out, his shaft teasing the nerves deep within and making her sing with delight. One after another they thrust in, slowly increasing their speed, increasing the pressure. The angle brought Kane’s groin hard against her clit on each drive and the building orgasm notched up another level.

  “So. Damn. Tight.” Jack’s words snuck out through rigidly controlled gasps.

  “I can feel…” Kane broke off and squinted. He swallowed hard and canted his hips again to drive in still harder. “Are you close, Dara?”

  “Umm-hum.” She ground hard on his abdomen on each pass, “Just a—”

  She came apart. Her orgasm rippled along her sheath, clutching Kane’s cock. Jack rammed inside her ass, the friction oh so good, and another sudden burst of pleasure exploded. The sensation of her ass pulsing in rhythmical waves caught her by surprise.

  “Holy fuck.” Jack crushed her hips against him and locked himself deep as her body squeezed and throbbed around both men.

  Dara dug her fingernails into Kane’s arm as she gasped for control. Sexual satisfaction rolled over her, more and more waves, until she couldn’t stay upright and collapsed onto Kane’s chest.

  He clasped her close. His hips jerked against her, but he kept his grasp careful even as he spoke softly.

  “That was the most fucking incredible experience in my life.”

  Dara laughed and turned her head so she could listen to the rapid pounding under her ear. Her own heart slammed in the same tempo. Jack withdrew from her body, returning with a warm washcloth. He cleaned her gently before crawling beside them, leaning over to kiss the back of her neck. Tender. Soft. His words brushed her ear. “Thank you.”

  Kane embraced her carefully as he rolled them to the side. His bright blue eyes examined her face, the corner of his mouth cricking up into a smile. “Yes, thank you. For sharing yourself with us. For being an awesome friend.”

  She kissed his nose before collapsing back, one arm sprawled over each of their torsos. “What? No thank you ‘for kicking our butts on the ski hill, oh most wonderful goddess on skis’?”

  They all laughed. Kane left her in Jack’s arms to hit the bathroom. Jack slid her closer, grabbing the top sheet from the floor and draping it over their naked bodies. “You can kick my butt on the ski slope any day.”

  Dara scrambled for words. She wanted to say something. Wanted to tell Jack what was bubbling inside her heart. “Jack…”

  He tucked her head under his chin and cradled against his long lean body. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

  She slid her fingers over his back, along the muscles that shifted as he protected her and held her close. What could she say? She still had no idea which of the guys was the one for her. Misery tried to intrude, but she fought the emotions down. She wouldn’t let any regrets mar tonight. She was glad, oh so glad, of the opportunity.

  “Dara? What’s up?”

  She snuggled in tighter. “Umm, can we have burgers for dinner?”

  He slipped his hand intimately over her belly and spooned her tight against his body. “For you, anything.”

  She closed her eyes and prayed he really meant it.

  Chapter Nine

  Alpine Responsibility Code

  Rule #9—Venture “Out of Bounds” at your own risk…

  Kane drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He adjusted the volume on the speakers. Glanced out the window at the rapidly fading daylight and flicked the truck wipers off and on.

  “Enough already. Your fidgeting is driving me crazy.” Jack adjusted Dara as she snoozed in his arms. They’d skied their hearts out until the final chair stopped running, piled into the truck, and she’d been asleep almost before they left the parking lot.

  “I can’t help it. I’m trying to figure out what we’re going to do.”

  Jack stared out the front window. Kane gave him time, trying to shove his own chaotic thoughts into order. Was he even sure what he wanted? At the start of the weekend he’d had all these grandiose plans. Dara would fall in love with him, Jack would be fine with it, and they’d kind of carry on like the three friends they’d always been. Stupid really, now that he’d had more time to think about it. And after seeing the way Dar
a responded to Jack—he wasn’t sure he could deny her being with his friend. There were certainly things Jack could provide for Dara that he just wasn’t into. For a weekend, it had been fine, but if he never saw a set of restraints again, he’d be happy.

  Dara wiggled, settling tighter against Jack’s chest. She slipped her legs out and Kane guided her into the most comfortable position. He smoothed her sweat pants over her thighs. She reached out and caught hold of him and damn if his throat didn’t tighten.

  He didn’t want to give her up.

  “Jack, man, talk to me.”

  “You going all girly on me? Want to talk about emotions and shit?”

  Kane gave him the finger and Jack laughed softly. Kane tried again. “Jack, I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

  “You’re not going to. Holy crap, what are you thinking about over there? It’s not going to be simple, but for now, don’t make it more complicated than it needs to be. We’re going home after a kick-ass ski trip. We’ve got the pictures and bruises to prove it.”

  “And the fact we fucked our best friend silly for three nights doesn’t even come into it?”

  Jack grunted at him in disgust. “You eat with that mouth? We didn’t just fuck her.”

  Silence fell again. A light sprinkle of snow had begun to fall and the headlamps shone into a hazy distance. It was kinda surreal, holding this conversation in muted tones so they wouldn’t disturb Dara as she slept.

  Kane couldn’t let it rest. “That’s what I’m saying. It was more than a sex-fest. She’s not just our fuck-buddy, she’s our friend. All for one and all that.”

  “Exactly. So we go home. We give ourselves a bit of time to get settled into a normal routine. Then we worry about the next step. That’s the logical thing to do. Simple.”

  Right. Simple. And impossible. How was he supposed to go home and just let Dara go back to hanging out with them casually when he wanted to have her around 24/7? In his bed, and out of it.

  “I don’t think that’s a great idea.”