Sweet Snowfall

by Willa Edwards

  She loved this. From the way she looked up at him, surprise and desire filling her gaze, it didn’t look like she’d ever experienced it before. Just when he thought he couldn’t want her any more, she found a way to twist him up even further. He couldn’t wait to get a real set of handcuffs on her, or a little bit of rope. Given how she responded to a little silk, she’d go crazy when they got some real restraints on her.

  Just the way she looked at him, like she didn’t doubt for a second he’d take care of her, had his chest expanding with pride. The trust tugged at something deep inside him. All he wanted was to meet the need glowing in her gaze. And he knew just how to do it.

  “Nash, hand me your tie.”

  With a smirk, his best friend unknotted the red silk hanging around his neck. His hands only leaving her long enough to yank the tie from his collar and hand it to Cassidy.

  He leaned over her, staring directly into her eyes, forcing her attention back to him and him alone. Stretching out the tie, he held it a few inches from her eyes, making his purpose clear. “Do you trust me?”

  She nodded, but her teeth still bit into her lower lip. Her fingers fumbled together, shaking in their bounds. And he paused. Maybe this was too much. Sure, she seemed to like it—love it if he was being truthful. But it was their first time together. And her first time with two men. He didn’t want to push her too far, or worse push her away, because he’d let his cock do the thinking instead of his head.

  “You can tell me no, princess, if you don’t want this. We won’t be mad.” He traced a finger across her cheek. Her eyes flared brighter beneath his touch. “We don’t have to do anything you don’t want to.”

  “No.” The vehemence in her voice surprised him, the determination in her glare flared through him. Damn, he liked this version of Grace, demanding, outspoken, forceful. “It’s not that.” Her eyes darted away, refusing to meet his gaze. “It’s just…” She didn’t finish the sentence, her hands bunching in her bounds.

  “You like the idea, don’t you, princess?” It was a question he knew the answer to.

  She blinked up at him, her little pink tongue licking her lips, and he fought back a moan. When her head dipped in a nod, he almost blacked out for a minute. All the blood in his body rushed south.

  “Whatever our girl wants.” He wrapped the tie around her head, knotting it at the back of her skull. The fabric looked so bright against her pale skin. Her lips parted, the breath whooshing out in one gust.

  “Just say the word and I’ll take this off.” He brushed his fingers down her neck and across her collarbone, luxuriating in the warmth of her skin beneath his fingertips. “I’ll take it all off the second you want.”

  She nodded, but didn’t say anything. She didn’t have to. Her body said it all. Her nipples beaded, and her pussy glistened with more wetness. The muscles in her thighs quivered around him, gripping a little tighter.

  He fought back a moan, his cock ached. He wanted her so damn bad. His whole body throbbed with the need he’d held back for over a year. After all this time, he couldn’t believe he was finally here. Close enough he could touch her, kiss her, lick her until she came.

  Not having a reason to stop himself, Cassidy grasped her plump bottom lip between his teeth. She gasped, then moaned at the bite, and his cock thickened a bit more. God, she was definitely the woman for them. If she got off on being tied up, blindfolded, and bitten, he couldn’t think of anything more they could want. And when it came in this delectable package, how could he ever say no?

  “You’re a naughty thing, aren’t you?” Nash nipped at the lobe and another whimper trickled from her. “Under all that shy exterior, you’re really wild underneath.”

  “Yes.” She moaned the word more than said it, leaning into Nash as he continued to nibble at her neck.

  “Good.” It was the only response Cassidy could think of, before he pressed his lips to hers in a deep drugging kiss. She leaned into his kiss, opening to the brush of his tongue. Passion radiated through her kiss. The way she squirmed beneath him, fighting to press as much of her body against his, curled through his system. And he wanted more. So much more.

  Her lips tasted fantastic. Her passion sent him spinning. He could drink her in for hours, tasting and exploring every contour of her mouth. Wild and demanding, this was the Grace few believed existed and even fewer saw. He could easily become addicted to it. If he wasn’t already.

  But her pretty pink pussy called to him. He wanted to show her how good being naughty could be. When he eased away from her lips, a small moan of regret echoed from her. But he couldn’t worry about that when he had a much more important focus.

  With a little help from Nash, he pushed her back onto the bed. A little gasp escaped her as her back hit the mattress. Her fingers tangled together. The nervous gesture clenched his stomach for a moment, before she relaxed her hold and he could breathe again. He didn’t want to scare her, but being controlled was part of the experience of being tied up. It was a part she appeared to want. That he got off on it was secondary to her pleasure.

  As she lay spread across the bed, he took his time to enjoy the view as he shucked off his clothes. Her smooth pale skin looked perfect against the white sheets. Her generous breasts rose and fell with her gasping breathes. Her soft pink nipples beaded tight, and his mouth watered. His eyes tracked down her body, over her gently curved stomach to her legs and the prize hidden between. He kneeled on the floor before her. The fragrance of her juicy cunt drew him like a bee to a flower. And he had to get his mouth on her. Now.

  Placing a hand on each thigh, he spread her legs, opening her to his gaze. She jerked a bit, aware what he was seeing, but equally as aware she couldn’t stop him. With her hands tied she was completely at his mercy, which was what made it so damn awesome.

  He wasn’t sure he’d ever had a woman at his mercy the way Grace was right now. Sure, he’d tied up a few girls before, but it had only been play. They’d barely submitted at all. But that wasn’t Grace. No, sweet kind Grace wanted to be dominated. She submitted like a beautiful flower, offering up her trust so easily he felt a hundred feet tall.

  Why she was willing to submit to them, he had no idea. She was so much more than they deserved. They were throwaway kids. No one really cared about them, least of all loved them. They didn’t deserve someone as beautiful as her, inside and out. The need to prove his worth rebounded through him. He needed to show her she hadn’t given him such a gift in vain. That he was worthy of her, worthy of all of her trust.

  He blew a breath against her wet exposed flesh. She jumped. Her thigh muscles quivered, and a little row of goose bumps broke out across her skin. She was so damn responsive, it was unbelievable.

  He slid his fingers between her lips, spreading them wide to see all of her. A clear field of vision was important to complete a job well. Whether it was mowing a field, mulching a row of hedges, or bringing a beautiful woman to orgasm.

  Her fingers fumbled around the tie, and he remarked at his own genius to bind her. If he hadn’t, even now he’d be fighting her hands off. As much as he wanted her hands on him, at the moment they’d be more of a hindrance than a help.

  Nash sat on the bed near her head, completely naked, as well. He must have stripped at the same time as Cassidy, though he hadn’t noticed. His attention had been occupied elsewhere. Nash stroked a hand down her arm, calming the nervous shake of her fingers.

  “Don’t worry, sweetheart, you’re going to like what Cassidy is doing to you real soon.” For a second their eyes connected over their woman’s body, meeting in the space between. Nash gave him a little nod, encouraging him on.

  Cassidy didn’t need to be told twice. Extending his tongue, he licked the length of her cunt. The taste of her, like honey, slid along his tongue. He could dine on her every night and die a happy man. A little sound escaped her, not exactly a moan but still so damn cute. Just like her. Even having her pussy eaten, she was adorable.

  “See, sweethear
t.” Nash brushed fingers from her arms to the sides of her breasts. “That’s not so bad, is it?”

  When she didn’t immediately respond, Cassidy repeated the action, this time exploring her flesh with long determined swipes of his tongue. She jumped at the brush across those sensitive nerves, but she didn’t try to shift away. In fact, the exact opposite.

  “No, it’s not bad.” Her hips squirmed on the mattress, wiggling closer to his mouth, and he fought back a moan. Underneath she was a wanton thing. Everything they needed and more. But not bad wasn’t good enough for him. When it came to Grace, Cassidy was determined to excel.

  “Not bad? I can do better than that.”

  He sucked her clit into his mouth, swirling his tongue around the nub. She screamed out, her hands twisting in her binds. Her hips bucked up to meet his mouth, her body smart enough to ask for what it wanted, even if its owner wasn’t as clever. And he was happy to oblige. He spread her folds with his fingers, giving himself room to tease every inch of her damp flesh.

  She moaned beneath him, the sound so raw and needy his cock ached. He wanted to be inside her so damn much. But watching her come apart was too damn good to stop. Besides, there’d be plenty of time to enjoy later. There would only be one first time for her.

  “Bet you never had that sweet spot licked before.” Nash groaned, his own cock at full mast. How could he not be? Watching Grace whimper beneath his tongue was the hottest sight Cassidy had ever seen

  She shook her head. Her teeth nipped on her bottom lip, giving him the most delicious idea. Following her example, he nibbled on her clit, then soothed the sting with a long luscious lick. A deep hungry moan issued from her throat as more wetness dripped on his tongue. Sweat glistened off her forehead and between her breasts.

  He watched her, looking for any signs she was in pain. All he saw was pure unadulterated need reflected back at him.

  He took a much deeper swipe. Her hips rocketed up to meet his mouth, exactly the reaction he’d been hoping for. The sweet smell of her arousal zipped through him like an electric fire, settling in his balls. His cock throbbed as he slid his tongue inside her, mimicking what he wanted to do with his painfully hard dick.

  She moaned, her hips undulating beneath each swipe of his tongue, and he had to fight for breath. The beautiful way she reacted to him, whimpering and cry and moaning, had his whole body aching. He wanted inside her more than his next breath. He’d always thought Grace would be beautiful as she came, but his previous fantasies were a dim version of the reality before him.

  She was made to receive this kind of pleasure. Her naughty streak was a mile long. It was a crying shame no man had ever found it before, or encouraged this side of her. One he was more than happy to rectify, three times over.

  When he pushed a finger inside her, her body rocketed off the bed. Already soaking wet, her muscles clenched around his finger and sent another flash of need right to his cock. She’d feel so good wrapped around him. So warm and amazing he wasn’t sure he’d ever be able to leave.

  “Like that, princess?” He thrust his finger in and out of her juicy pussy.

  She moaned. The sweetest sound he’d ever heard. He’d spend his whole life on his knees if it meant hearing that noise over and over. Or at least until the lack of blood in his brain did him in.

  “I think that’s your answer, bro.” Nash traced his fingers along her chest, twirling up her breast to scrap across her nipple.

  “I think you’re right.” Extending his tongue, he licked her clit before sucking the little nub into his mouth, all the while continuing to push his fingers in and out of her in rapid moments that had her breath stilted.

  “You might not even have to tie her up next time. Though you might want to.” Nash brushed his fingers across her wrists right below the tie holding her captive. “She certainly looks pretty all tied up.”

  Cassidy smiled. “You’re right about that.” She looked so damn good with their ties wrapped around her. He wanted her like this all the time. Bound to them as completely as possible.

  The intensity of his need scared him so much he eased back for a second, breathing deep to get a handle on his emotions. He had no right to want to bind a woman like Grace to him. Grace was so sweet, so wonderful, so special. She deserved someone just as amazing at her side. Someone that would add to her life. Someone that wasn’t the town pariah. Someone who was definitely not one of them.

  Her lips turned down a little bit in question at his pause, but she didn’t say anything as he took a moment to gather himself back together. Even in the heat of passion she was concerned about him, and somehow knew to leave him the space he needed. God, she was so amazing. More caring than anyone he’d ever met in his entire life.

  She deserved all the finest things in life. And right now, the best he could offer her was the orgasm of a lifetime and to help her defeat this stupid fear of a man looking at her. After he was done with her, she’d never want to shield herself from a man ever again. And she’d only have to be tied down because she wanted to be. If he could give her that, he’d be a god.

  He ignored the part deep down that thrilled at being the man to give her that freedom. In that way, he’d always be with her. That’s not why he wanted to give this to her. But as far as side benefits, it wasn’t too bad.

  He returned his lips to her pussy, licking across her clit as his fingers pushed a little deeper inside her. All the while he focused up on her face, watching each quiver of pleasure race across it. She was the most amazing sight he’d ever seen. He’d trade in every Broncos game for the next ten years to watch her come apart over and over again.

  Her head fell back, her eyes sliding closed. She panted through each contraction around his fingers. Her hips rocketed up to push him deeper. Her little hands fisted against her stomach, as if she wanted to reach for him if the tie hadn’t kept her back.

  The idea of her gripping his shoulders as he licked her was so damn appealing he almost reached up and released her wrists. If she didn’t get off on being bound so much, he might have. But untying her would have been about his needs, and tonight was supposed to be about her. About pleasuring her and showing how beautiful and amazing she was.

  He slashed the tip of his tongue across her clit as he pushed a second finger into her. Her legs clenched around his head, her pussy clamping down on his fingers. He’d never seen anything more beautiful. Until he nipped at her clit as he pushed a third finger into her already tight pussy and she went off like a firecracker beneath him.

  “Yes, Cassidy, yes.” She moaned over and over. Her body shook beneath him. The words were unimportant to her, but fired through his blood as he continued to shove his fingers in and out of her, keeping her orgasm rolling as long as he could. To hear his name so sweetly on her lips was more than he couldn’t ever hope for. And he wouldn’t give up a second of it.

  This was Grace. The sweetest, kindest, most amazing woman he’d ever met. To say she was out of his league was a gross underestimation. He wasn’t worthy of washing her boots, let alone licking her pussy. And here she was screaming his name and begging for more. It was so much more than a throwaway kid ex-con could ever dream of.

  He didn’t deserve her, but damn if he wasn’t going to take advantage of everything she offered him. One lesson you learned quickly when you had nothing was to take anything offered to you without regret. It might be the last time you ever received such a prize.

  When she finally collapsed on the bed, replete and satisfied, he glanced up at Nash over her flushed, prone body. The soft look in his eyes said he understood.

  He wasn’t sure he’d ever seen another woman come apart so beautifully. Like she’d never experienced such pleasure before. And maybe she hadn’t. If no other man had ever licked her delectable pussy, what other needs had they ignored? Those bastards probably hadn’t given her an orgasm worth mentioning. Though why any man would do that, he didn’t understand. Her earnest appreciation had him wanting to pleasure her over and o
ver, all night long.

  Or at least he would have, if his cock wasn’t so damn hard. His balls were on fire. The pain echoed through his body. He needed her, and he needed her now.

  As if reading his mind, Nash handed him a condom. Ripping apart the foil, Cassidy donned the latex quickly, not wanting to delay being inside her for one second more.

  Her body still shaking, he spread her legs and pushed into her cunt. He groaned as he pressed in inch by inch until his balls rested against her soft ass. Her body clenched around him, quivering with aftershocks that threatened to have him come on the spot. Her body clasped him so sweetly he couldn’t see straight.

  “Oh, Cassidy.” Her thighs clamped around him, as if trying to keep him close, and his whole body shook. God, he’d never get enough of her. Enough Grace didn’t exist. The combination of sweetness and wanton need drove him insane, creating a bone-deep craving he’d never completely remove.

  “Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Nash traced his fingers along the underside of her arm. She nodded and bit her lip in that adorable way he loved. “You like having Cassidy’s big cock stuffed inside you?”

  Her head dipped in a tiny little nod. For the shy quiet Grace, it was more than he expected.

  Cassidy slid out, pushing back in a little faster this time, thrusting more easily as her body relaxed to accommodate him. She released a little gasp, and everything inside him stilled. He was a big man, not monstrous, but he’d never had any complaints. Though he had no idea if his girth might be too much for a woman not used to a lot of sex.

  “Did I hurt you, princess?” He regretted the husky growl of his voice. He wished he could be more in control. For her. He didn’t want to scare her. But with his dick pressed inside her, her pussy gripping him like a wet vise, he could only control himself so much. He was just a man after all. Not superhuman.

  She shook her head. “No, it doesn’t hurt.”