Sweet Snowfall

by Willa Edwards

  “Does it feel good?” Nash whispered against her nipples. His breath pelted against those desperate tips. Goose bumps broke out across her chest.

  She nodded her head, arching her back to thrust her breast toward Nash’s mouth. As shy as she might be, her body was learning how to ask for what she wanted very fast. Not that he was surprised. Grace was one of the smartest people he knew. Why shouldn’t she be brainy in the bedroom as well as the library?

  “If I hurt you, princess, tell me.” Cassidy gripped the bed sheets beside her hips, needing the stability as his head swam. The soft massaging contractions of her cunt along his shaft drove him insane.

  She nodded, nibbling on her bottom lip again.

  Convinced that was the best he’d get, at least for now, he slid out, thrusting back in. Her little gasp no longer scared him as much as she whimpered beneath each thrust of his hips. Nash sucked her nipple into his mouth, and her pussy clamped down on Cassidy so hard he saw stars. Gritting his teeth, he fought through each contraction as her gasps turned to whimpers and then escalated to moans, setting his cock on fire.

  Everything about her was amazing. Her gorgeous body, the way she shifted beneath him, the sweet little sounds she made as he shoved into her. Only one thing was missing. He wanted to see her eyes. Those hazel depths looking up at him, wild with need. Imprinting him onto her mind, so she’d always remembered him as the first man to give her this kind of pleasure. With one motion, he reached up and yanked the tie off of her head.

  Slowly her eyes opened, blinking up at him as she adjusted to the light. But even in her confused and blurry state, need and appreciation reflected back in their brown depths. The same appreciation that drove him to do anything she asked. Prune the library bushes, attend a fancy Christmas party where no one wanted him, or lick her pussy for hours until her throat was raw from screaming their names.

  “There you are, princess.” He stared into her bright gaze, and everything inside him settled. This is what he needed. Their Grace staring up at him like he was all she wanted in the world. “That’s what I wanted to see. I want those pretty eyes on me as I make you come.”

  She nodded, her lips parting on a long, drawn-out moan as he drove into her again and again. Her back arched. Her hips thrust in time with his. Her heels bit into his ass, urging him forward, and he wasn’t stupid enough to ignore her signs. He thrust faster, pushing deeper. Sweat dripped into his eyes. His balls burned, but he didn’t care. All that mattered were those pretty moans and cries escaping her mouth beneath him.

  He ground his pelvis against hers, eliciting another scream from her as he brushed her clit. Her body tensed. Her mouth opened on a sweet moan. Her fingers clenched on the tie around her wrists. Her whole body clamped on him as the orgasm exploded through her. Her eyes remained on him the whole time, never shifting away, never blinking. His throat constricted at the most honest moment he’d ever witnessed.

  As much as he wanted to stay inside her forever, his control began to slip. It felt too good to be inside her. Way too good. Her cunt endlessly clenched on him, her soft moans and softer body brushing against his.

  With a groan, he thrust into her one more time and let go, releasing himself deep inside her. Pleasure coursed through him. The smell, the sight, the feel of her surrounding him. It was more than he’d ever expected. More than he deserved.

  Replete, he collapsed on top of her, with less grace than he normally held. God, that had been amazing. She was amazing. Fantastic. He wanted to do it again and again and again.

  He leaned his head against her chest, listening to the pound of her heart beneath his ear. Taking deep breaths, he tried to regain a little of his composure. Though he had a feeling the majority had fled him and wouldn’t return any time soon.

  Chapter Six

  Cassidy unwrapped the tie from around her wrists as she slowly came back to herself from the most amazing orgasm of her life. She couldn’t be sure if it was being blindfolded, tied up, or the combination of these two men together. At the moment she couldn’t find the will to care either way.

  Placing a kiss on her shoulder, Cassidy slipped away, heading toward the bathroom. Somewhere in the back of her mind she heard water running, but she was too overwhelmed to think much about it. With the blindfold on, she hadn’t thought about sight at all. It hadn’t occurred to her the light was on, or what they were looking at. And once Cassidy pulled it off, she couldn’t have cared if the lights were on, or the shades were up and the whole town watched. It had felt way too good to think about anything beyond the three of them.

  But now, aware of all they’d seen, embarrassment heated her face. She wanted to grab a blanket to cover herself. And she would have, if Nash weren’t in the way. He leaned over her, the biggest smile she’d ever seen on his face. Like a little kid that who’d discovered a fantastic new toy.

  Without a word, he pulled her lips to his for a deep drugging kiss. His fingers tangled in her hair, angling her head the direction he wanted to deepen the connection. His tongue slid across her, as if he were more interested in touching her over everything else. But the massive erection pressed against her thigh told a different story.

  “You are so beautiful when you come, sweetheart.” He brushed his fingers along her cheek, brushing her hair behind her ear. Her body, still sensitive from Cassidy’s attentions, practically purred beneath the touch. “I could watch you all day long.”

  She never would have guessed it was possible for more heat to flood her face with his words and deeper inspection, but it did. She wrapped her arms around her body, covering what she could. She tried turning away, to hide her face, but Nash’s big body blocked her. He pinned her in place, a prisoner beneath his stare.

  Everything inside her wanted to curl into him. It would be so easy to turn to them, to be held by them. She couldn’t remember the last time someone had cuddled her close. But when the morning came, it would be that much harder to say good-bye.

  They would probably only stay the night. There’s no way she could hold their attention longer than that. It was only the fancy dress and reading her book that had convinced them to come this far. The more attached she got, the worse it would be when they left.

  Nash’s eyes tracked down her body to where her arms crossed her chest, but he didn’t say a word. Unlike Cassidy, he gave her a space to hide herself, at least for now.

  “Do you think you’re ready for more?” He arched his eyebrows, and her entire body flamed.

  Her graze tracked to his erect cock, standing out desperately with need between his thighs, and her pussy dampened again. That was more like it. She could handle hot, naughty sex with them. That was much better than the cuddling and lovey-dovey way she’d been feeling. It was easier to manage.

  She nodded. She could handle more. If she didn’t get to have her cake and eat it, too, what was the point of having both of them? Or it was probably more accurate to say, have her cake and her brownies and eat them both.

  “Good.” Then his lips were on hers again. His tongue swept inside her mouth, tangling with her own. The sensation sent her spinning. God, this man could kiss. She tried to keep track of each sensation. The way he flicked his tongue across hers, how he explored her lips and teeth. But when he sucked on her tongue, she gave up the attempt. Her brain was too overwhelmed to focus on maintaining memory. Or to consider her writing.

  Breathing was a difficult enough task right now.

  His hands traced over her shoulders and down her back. She squealed when his big hands gripped her butt, and he took advantage, thrusting his tongue deeper, exploring her mouth. Needing the support or she feared she might fall over, Grace wrapped her arms around his neck, holding on for dear life as the storm of his kiss ravished through her.

  When she pulled back, the smile on his face was so big it reached his ears. Like a cat that caught the canary. Ducking her eyes, she understood why. For a second her desire had overwritten her embarrassment. They both knew if he could push past her
defenses for a second he could do it again.

  “This time I want to see you come apart. I want you to ride me, sweetheart.” Nash flopped onto his back. He slapped his hand on the bed beside his hips, encouraging her to climb aboard. “I wanted to watch you move and slide on top of me.”

  The way he said it sounded good. Not like the awkward incidents she’d experienced before that had convinced her the position was only intended for thin uninhibited women whose boobs didn’t flap against their stomach each time they moved. But just because it sounded good didn’t mean it would be. Even Nash and Cassidy had a limit to what they could do.

  She sucked her lip between her teeth, staring at spot somewhere on Nash’s chest. The only place she sure was safe. Gazing north into his eyes seemed too dangerous. And traveling south was definitely a bad idea.

  “What’s wrong, sweetheart?” He cupped her cheek, directing her gaze up to his. “Do you not want this? It’s okay if you don’t…”

  The hesitation in his voice tugged at her heart.

  She shook her head. “No, it’s not that at all. I want this.”

  “Than what’s wrong?” The brush of his thumb across her skin distracted her for a moment from his question.

  She opened her mouth, but before she could say a word he interrupted her.

  “It sure isn’t your body. There’s nothing wrong with your gorgeous body, sweetheart. I love how you look. I’d love to watch you riding me.” He pulled her close, his lips almost touching hers. “I want to look into your eyes as I’m inside you. I want to watch you scream and cry and come from the pleasure we give you.” He brushed his mouth against hers, not exactly a kiss, but the sensation still shot through her all the way to the tips of her toes. “What do you say, sweetheart?”

  “He’s right, princess, there is nothing wrong with your body at all.” Cassidy stood beside the bed, naked as he dried his hands with a washcloth. She wasn’t sure how long he’d been there, too consumed with Nash she hadn’t noticed him reenter the room. Yet her whole body responded to the sight of Cassidy standing beside her, his cock at half-mast. The still hungry look in his eyes had her panting.

  Cassidy placed the washcloth on the night table and grabbed a condom from the pack that materialized on her side tabletop. He handed the wrapper to Nash, who ripped open the package and spread the latex down his shaft in one smooth motion.

  “I’d love to see that, too. Moaning and screaming and bouncing on Nash.” He closed his eyes as if imagining the sight right now. And so was she. “I can’t think of anything sexier.”

  When they spoke like that, she wasn’t sure how to say no. It sounded so damn good. No matter how much a part of her brain didn’t believe what he said, another part urged her on, forcing her to take a step—even if it was a baby one—toward the man beside her. If she didn’t, she’d regret it. For the rest of her life.

  She nodded, leaning her forehead against his. She could do this. She had to. “Yes.”

  Placing her hands on his chest, she eased on top of him. She threw one leg over his hips to straddle his waist. Her whole body shivered, desire mixing with anxiety, until she couldn’t distinguish the two. She must look awful like this. Her boobs saggy, her stomach—and the extra thirty pounds she could never figure out how to lose—hanging down. But when her eyes dropped to Nash’s, she didn’t see any of that in his expression. Instead, pure heat reflected back at her.

  Positioning his cock at her entrance, she dropped down, taking him fully inside her. She sucked in a deep breath, panting through the foreign sensation. In this angle, Nash’s cock pushed deep. Not a small man, the fit was a little uncomfortable, but so damn good. Her muscles stretched around him, the burn shaking through her system.

  “Are you trying to kill me, sweetheart?” The deep rusty groan of his voice rocked through her and curled her toes.

  She settled on his stomach, gasping at the friction of his rigged muscles against her sensitive flesh. It was different than anything she’d ever experienced before.

  “Move, sweetheart, or I might combust.” He squeezed his eyes shut, his jaw tense, and a pang of sympathy echoed through her. He really did look like he was in pain. But she had no clue what to do next. How to relieve his pain or hers.

  She nibbled her bottom lip between her teeth. “How do you want me to move?”

  “However you want to, sweetheart. Any way that feels good.” He wrapped his hands around her ass, cupping her cheeks and sending a stab of lust through her. The warmth of his touch settled deep in her stomach. “I’ll like anything that feels good to you.” He winked at her, and she fought back a laugh.

  If he could make her laugh while he looked like he was in excruciating pain, she could at least try to move a little, no matter how weird it felt. She slid up and fell back down, experimenting with the angle. She wanted to feel sexy and powerful, but none of those emotions existed right now. She only felt awkward and out of place.

  She’d always been a hopeless failure when it came to sex. Why should she be surprised it was the same with two men as it had been with one? She’d hoped it might be different because of them, because Nash and Cassidy were different than any other men she’d dated. But even they couldn’t change how bad she was at this.

  She was about to tell Nash just that, to crawl off him and beg him to take her some other way. If she let them be in control, maybe this could work. As long as she wasn’t in control, maybe she couldn’t screw it up.

  But before she could an arm wrapped around her waist, Cassidy’s hot body pressed against her back, distracting her from her self-loathing thoughts. His thick hard cock pressed against the small of her back. “Like this.” Cassidy’s other hand held on to her hip, showing her a rhythm with little nudges and pushing of his hands. “How does that feel, princess?”

  Fighting back a moan, she gave in to the sensation as she rocked on Nash’s cock. Pleasure rolled through her. Beautiful and intense, so damn good every cell in her body danced with elation. All the while his cock pressed against her ass, his hard muscles bunching and coiling against her back.

  “That’s it, sweetheart,” Nash growled. “That’s so fucking sexy.”

  She dropped her gaze to the man beneath her. His eyes fastened on her, no anger flickering in his gaze as his best friend pressed against her, showing her how to please him. They had to be touching, their legs banging against each other, their knees brushing. But all she saw on his face was need and pleasure. And the last thread of concern vanished from her mind.

  She sped up, taking up the rhythm Cassidy showed her and increasing the pace. A deep groan echoed around her, escaping from both men bracketing her body.

  “You are trying to kill me, aren’t you?” Nash’s eyes closed, his muscles tense, but he still had a big smile on his face.

  “And why would I want to do that right now?” She panted through each word, gripping his chest as her thigh muscles shook.

  Nash opened his eyes, meeting her gaze, and the heat there threatened to burn her alive. “You mean now that you have me right where you want me?” His gaze slid down her body. Her skin tingled beneath his inspection. But she didn’t feel exposed like she normally did. It never crossed her mind that she was too short or unattractive or overweight. When Nash looked at her like that, she almost believed she was the most beautiful girl he’d ever seen. The center of his world.

  It couldn’t be true. She’d never be those things to him. He was one of those men that could make a woman feel things. Just because she knew it wasn’t true didn’t mean she didn’t enjoy it. Along with being tied up. That had been pretty damn good, too.

  Too bad they wouldn’t be around long enough for her to grow accustom to either.

  Something deep in her chest tightened to an uncomfortable level. It was better not to focus on that feeling. She had them now, and that’s what mattered.

  “She might not want to kill you, but maybe that’s my plan.” Cassidy grunted from behind her.

  Nash laughed
, the sound turning into a moan, and she ground a little deeper into his pelvis. The unexpected pressure on her clit sent her spinning. Nash’s face morphed from big grin to strained need.

  “Don’t listen to him. I think there’s a few more places I want you.” She giggled at her own racy joke. It almost felt natural. Like this was the woman she was supposed to be. And the quiet bookish girl who everyone thought of as so sweet was just a character she played.

  “That’s my girl.” Nash held on to her hips as she rocked on top of him, his grip just this side of painful. His fierce grasp had her libido burning hotter. She’d never had anyone want her this much before.

  The two other men she’d dated had liked sex as much as the next guy, but neither of them had been this desperate for her. And they definitely hadn’t made her feel the way Nash and Cassidy did. Special and beautiful and perfect all at once.

  “Our girl,” Cassidy corrected, brushing the hair back from her neck to place little kisses along her nape. His other hand traced up from her waist to wrap around her breast. The brush of his palm against her nipple sent a flash of need through her. “You’re so fucking hot.” His warm breath breezed across her cheek a second before his lips. Her skin tingled beneath his touch. “And you’re ours.”

  “Yeah, she fucking is.” Nash gripped her waist hard, helping her move a fraction faster on top of him. Her pussy clenched. Sensation raced through her, settling deep inside her cunt.

  Beneath her, Nash groaned, his eyes flashing up to hers. “You like that, don’t you, sweetheart? You like belonging to us.”

  “You like both of us touching you at once.” Cassidy pressed a kiss just below her ear.

  “I…ah…” Her eyes dropped to the blankets, afraid to make contact with either of them. Never having been asked what she wanted before, she wasn’t sure how to respond. Would it be wrong if she did? She didn’t want to risk hurting one of them, or god forbid both, with her desires.

  “It’s okay.” Cassidy saved her from her own muddled thoughts. His voice was like rough silk against her skin, stimulating every nerve across her body. “We like that you enjoy it. That’s the whole point.” He pinched her nipple until the sensation bled into a painful pleasure that had her moaning. “We like you naughty. We love that no one else gets to see you like this.”