“I hope you can,” he said, his voice gruff. “How do you feel about bondage?”
A flash of heat like a flamethrower raged through her. “You’re full of surprises, aren’t you? Have you been peeking into my fantasies somehow?”
Josh stared into her eyes, his nostrils flaring, while Mikey spoke. “Baby, if you’ve got a fantasy, you just name it.” Mikey grabbed one of her wrists and pulled it behind her back. “Like we told you—stay with us and it will be nothing but pleasure.”
Willow’s pulse began to ramp up as Mikey used her discarded scarf to tie her wrists behind her back.
This scenario was the stuff of her wettest dreams—except now it was real.
Chapter Six
Mikey tightened the scarf around Willow’s wrists, making sure it wasn’t too tight but it would still restrain her. He glanced over her shoulder at Josh, catching his eye. Josh nodded, and Mikey moved to the side to get rid of his clothes.
The bondage idea had been his. If Willow allowed them to go this far, it showed she trusted them. It would determine if she was being sincere about their agreement.
God, he hoped so. He was already in love with the feisty little woman.
Stripping his clothes off as quickly as possible, he tossed them on one of the benches. Josh still held Willow by the upper arms. Mikey stood looking at her from behind for a moment. She was beautiful, in a sort of edgy way. Her hair just brushed her nicely curved shoulders, and he loved the color. Ashy-blonde for the top layer but dark-brunette beneath that peeked out when she shook her head. She wasn’t too skinny but had nice curves, womanly curves. And her ass…her ass was the highlight for him. It was round and full, the tattoo of the tiger paws was only an extension of the full picture. The cheeks of her ass were striped like a tiger, in muted oranges and black. The tat wrapped around her hips like a tiger’s pelt, and he had seen where it came together just above her pussy in a faux belt. It was an unusual tattoo, and he couldn’t imagine how many hours it must have taken to complete. Looking at her had given him a hard-on so stiff it was almost painful. He could wait no longer.
Coming up behind her, he smoothed his hand over the cheek of her ass. He felt her quiver beneath his touch. He smiled, knowing this was going to be good. Josh stepped away from her and began stripping his clothes off. Mikey leaned forward, nipping the place where her neck curved into her shoulder. She gasped. “If it gets to be too much, let me know, okay?” he asked, nuzzling her ear.
She nodded, not saying anything.
He reached around from behind, pressing his dick into the cleft of her ass, and cupped her breasts. She was breathing a little harder than normal, but he liked that. It showed she was excited. Her breasts were firm and heavy, the nipples tightly pebbled. He flicked them and heard her give a little gasp. Josh came up in front of her again, finished undressing. Mikey noticed he had a pretty big hard-on also. “Brace her,” Mikey said, nodding at Josh.
“I’m going to take that hot cunt of yours from behind so I can look at what an awesome ass you have while I’m fucking you,” Mikey said into her ear.
She drew in a sharp breath, quivering beneath his touch. She acted like she was ready to explode.
Releasing her breasts, Mikey backed up far enough to get a good look at her behind. He placed his hand on her shoulder and urged her to bend over. She bent at the waist, and Josh braced her with his hands beneath her shoulders. Mikey grinned, noticing how it put her pert little mouth right in line with Josh’s dick. Might get to kill two birds with one stone here.
Getting back to business, Mikey reached between Willow’s thighs, pushing against one to let her know to widen her stance. She scooted her feet a little farther apart. As a reward, he reached forward and spread her pussy lips, catching her clit between his fingers. He rubbed it, feeling the little bump of her sweet pearl. She moaned, arching her back slightly. He let go, not wanting to take her too far just yet.
Letting go of her swollen clit, he dipped two fingers inside the heat of her pussy. Jesus, she was wet and slick. Ready for him.
He took his cock in his hand and rubbed the head of it against her opening. She shoved back. Oh yeah. With one smooth move, he thrust into her, groaning at the tight heat of her cunt. Mikey heard her let out a little “oh,” and then his mind focused on the tight squeeze her pussy was giving his dick, milking him. Taking her hips firmly in his hands, he began to set the rhythm, diving in and out, generating even more heat between them. She matched his thrusts, banging her ass against him as if she couldn’t get him deep enough.
Mikey looked over the top of her. Josh was gazing down at her face, his own flushing red. There was no reason why they both couldn’t enjoy pleasing Willow. “Josh,” he ground out. “Go for it.”
Josh glanced at him then back down at Willow. “Open,” he told her.
Mikey slowed his thrusts while Josh seated himself into her mouth. He could tell when Josh was inside. His friend clenched his jaw and then tilted his head back, obviously in heaven.
He couldn’t wait any longer. Her pussy was quivering around his shaft, and she was making little moans, her legs shaking. Time to bring it home. Thrusting deep, Mikey let himself go with abandon. It didn’t take long. His balls tightened, and then his orgasm burst from him like a rocket. He took hold of the scarf that held her arms at the small of her back and pulled, thrusting deep as he could. Josh gave out a yell, stiffening as he came in her mouth.
Willow jerked, her knees starting to go. Mikey grabbed her hips, holding her upright as she came, her pussy so tight it felt like his dick was in a vise. “God damn, this woman knows how to come,” he said through gritted teeth.
After a moment, Willow relaxed and Josh pulled back, keeping his hands under her shoulders so she didn’t fall. The three of them were gasping for breath, the whole car taking on the scent of hot, steamy sex.
Mikey pulled out of her, reaching around her waist and helping her to stand before untying her bindings. She leaned her head back against his shoulder, and in an almost breathless voice, she said, “Damn, we need to do that again.”
* * * *
Willow didn’t want the trip to end. She’d never been so satisfied or so excited about the prospect of a new relationship, and there was no way she was going to give this up.
“Who wants something to drink?” Jack asked, heading for the small staircase that led down below.
“I could use a bottle of water,” Willow said, plopping down on one of the bench seats. Her thigh muscles were just as shaky as if she had run a marathon. She scooted to the end of the seat and brought her legs up to stretch them out while resting her back against the side of the center ledge.
Josh and Mikey both slipped their jeans back on, not bothering with underwear, and found a seat also.
“If you’re making the trip, I could use a cola,” Mikey said, lying on his back on the bench on the opposite side of the car.
“Water,” Josh said, sitting just a few inches from where her feet rested.
“I’ll be back.” Jack disappeared down the stairs.
“Does it bother him that he wasn’t involved in the activities this last time?” Willow asked, twirling a strand of her hair around her finger.
“I doubt it,” Josh said, running a hand over his buzz cut. “He knows he’ll get his chance.”
“You guys really did discuss this, didn’t you?” She crossed her arms beneath her breasts.
“I told you we did. We’ve completely thought this through.”
Willow gazed at him, noting that there was a calm sincerity on his face that she’d not seen on a man’s face before. Definitely very different than what she had with Kenny. What she felt with these men was a serenity she’d never thought existed. She didn’t feel like running off to find more excitement. She couldn’t think of anything more exciting than spending time with Jack, Josh, and Mikey. Yes, this was turning into a life-changing moment after all. A thought struck her. Here she was, on a train in full view of the world, s
itting naked. And she felt comfortable. Not in the least embarrassed. Didn’t even feel the need to cover herself. Why was it she felt this way?
Josh reached out and wrapped his fingers around her ankle, tenderly stroking the sensitive skin.
Willow smiled, wondering what she had done to deserve these three men.
Chapter Seven
Jack opened the small cooler behind the bar in the dining car. Removing three bottles of water and one can of cola, he placed them in a small basket. He started to pick up the basket but hesitated for a moment.
Today, his world had changed.
Always having been focused on computers and software, only noticing women when Josh and Mikey goaded him into it, he’d never thought about actually falling in love. True, when the girls he did meet finally got close to him and saw him without the frown and the glasses, they thought he was something to look at. But usually, he was tagged as too nerdy.
Willow was different though. Ever since he’d met her, she always had a smile and never gave the impression that she thought he was any less of a man just because of the glasses and the white shirt and the techie look. She looked at him like he was a man from day one.
He brushed a hand over his forehead. He didn’t know what he’d do if Willow decided not to accept their agreement. Jack had no problem with the three of them sharing her affections. Josh and Mikey were his best friends. Even though they had met online, they had known each other for almost ten years. Jack had no family to speak of. Josh and Mikey were his family. And now, hopefully Willow would become part of it.
With a deep, cleansing breath, he cleared his mind and tried to rid himself of his nervousness. He picked up the basket of drinks and made his way back to the observation car.
When he stepped up into the observation area, a warmth filtered through him. Sunlight shined down through the glass, highlighting Willow as she lay back on the bench, her eyes closed, face turned to the sun and a soft smile on her face. Jack stood frozen for a moment, committing this scene to his memory. She was beautiful. Soft blonde hair with dark lowlights beneath, full, round breasts, and the slight roundness of her tummy, her short legs beautifully curved in the right places. And topping it all, the hint of the tiger tattoo that wrapped around her low on her tummy, giving her a bit of an edgy appearance.
Damn.
Then she opened her eyes and turned her head slightly, looking at him. A smile bloomed on her face.
Jack cleared his throat, trying to get rid of the lump that had just formed there. He crossed to her and handed her a bottle of water. “Here you go.”
“Thanks.” She reached for it. Suddenly, she gasped, sucking her tummy in and jerking one knee up.
“What?” Jack’s heart skipped a beat.
Willow laughed, the sound bubbling through the car. “A drop of water just hit my tummy,” she said. She grinned up at him. “Cold.”
Jack reached down and smoothed his hand over her stomach, wiping away the drop of condensation that had dropped from the cold bottle of water onto her. His gaze locked with hers. Jack felt his breath moving through his lungs, his blood sluicing through his veins. He could feel the ghost of her heartbeat, his hand resting just below her tiny bellybutton. Her big brown eyes were like warm chocolate, inviting and comforting. “I want you,” he said, forcing the words from his tight throat.
She reached down and took him by the wrist. Her eyes not leaving his, she pulled his hand upward to her breast. “Then take me,” she said.
Jack drew in a deep breath and handed the basket with drinks to Josh. He straightened and finished unbuttoning his shirt, his gaze still locked on hers. She ran her tongue over her upper lip, removed the cap from the bottle of water, then took a sip. Jack tossed his shirt aside and then started on his pants.
* * * *
Willow was smoldering inside. The water was cool on her tongue, refreshing as it traveled down her throat. But it couldn’t put out the flame that was reigniting down in her core as she watched Jack peel off his clothes.
The next thing she knew, his hands were tracing the curves of her body, and all she wanted to do was feel.
Someone took the bottle of water out of her hand as Jack’s lips closed over hers. She felt movement by her feet. Jack groaned deep in his throat when his hands slipped between her thighs and he dipped a finger into her wetness. She moved beneath him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.
Without breaking contact, she and Jack moved together, and then he was beneath her on the long seat. He took her by the waist, and lifting her forward and raising his head, took one of her nipples into his mouth. She arched her neck, pressing her breasts forward. Moving carefully, she bent one knee and centered her pussy over his thick cock. Then she eased herself down on his shaft, filling herself with his heat. He released her breast and lay back, breathing through his parted lips. Willow looked down at him, loving the lusty heat in his eyes.
Someone moved behind her, between Jack’s legs. “Relax,” Josh said in a low voice.
She slowed her movement, coming down on Jack’s cock completely, burying it inside her. Josh parted the cheeks of her ass, rubbing a wet finger over her forbidden place. Then he inserted it slowly into her anus. She tensed, her muscles tightening. Jack groaned beneath her as her pussy clutched at him.
“Shh, Willow, relax,” Josh soothed, moving his finger around in her ass. Then he pulled it out, and when he invaded her anus again, he used two fingers.
She shuddered, struggling to relax her muscles and allow him inside. The stretching of her anus was a pleasure-pain burn, and her pussy quivered and creamed. “I’ve never…”
“I won’t hurt you,” Josh said.
“Willow, look at me,” Jack said, running his hand along her cheek. “Just breathe.”
She did as he asked, and within the next minute, Josh was behind her, his cock pressing against her puckered opening. “Jack…”
“Breathe, Willow, just breathe,” Jack said, dropping his hand to her breast and rolling her tight nipple between his fingers.
Josh entered her anus, her muscles stretching to allow him passage. Ever so slowly, he delved in deeper and deeper, the sensation prickly and good.
She caught her bottom lip between her teeth. “Ohhh…” Fine snaps of electricity were flicking all over her skin. She couldn’t hold herself still. She braced her hands on either side of Jack’s head and pushed back.
“That’s the way,” Josh said from behind her.
Both men started to move. Josh held her hips as he thrust in and out of her ass while Jack played with both of her breasts as he jerked his hips up and his cock deep inside her.
“I’ve got to get in on that,” Mikey said.
Willow rocked in time with the men’s thrusts, eyes closed and tiny beads of sweat breaking out on her skin. She was lost in the sensations rolling through her, pleasure, pain, heat, and something else she wasn’t quite sure of.
She heard movement, scuffling, in front of her.
“Willow, come on, baby, open your eyes,” Mikey said.
She opened her eyes to find Mikey perched on the ledge in front of her, his shaft hard and thick and pointed directly at her mouth.
Mikey placed his hands, one on each side of her head, and tilted her chin up slightly.
She knew what he wanted. She parted her lips. And then she tasted the salty flavor of his cock as he slid it into her mouth.
Willow’s arms began to quiver, heat racing over her body as they fucked her. She felt full and alive, her mind swirling with sensations she’d never experienced before. Sweat trickled down between her breasts as moans and groans filled her ears. Her world exploded, an orgasm of a magnitude she never thought possible rumbling through her like a train. All three men joined her at the same time, their groans and cries of release filling the car along with the heady, earthy scent of sex.
Willow’s body rejoiced, her muscles dancing in delight, her mind somewhere near heaven as the men withdrew from her and gently p
laced her on the bench seat on her back. She jerked, one last convulsion completing her rise to nirvana, and then she began to breathe again.
Gazing up through the curved glass toward the azure-blue of the sky, Willow knew she’d finally found what she’d been looking for—a pure, passionate love, one she’d never tire of.
Chapter Eight
Willow awakened, not completely sure of where she was.
Sitting up, the bedcovers slid from her shoulders, revealing the fact that she was naked, at least from the waist up. She lifted the covers, looking at herself. Yep, she was completely naked, no panties in sight. She dropped the covers back into place and flopped back down, her head hitting the pillow.
Holy crap.
“Where in the heck am I?” she said softly, glancing around the room.
Jack walked through the bedroom door, a tray held between his hands. “Home, that’s where you are.” He crossed to the bed. “Sit up. I’ve got your breakfast here.”
Her stomach growled in response to the aroma of what smelled like bacon and eggs and coffee. She pushed with her hands, bringing herself to a sitting position, pulling the covers up with her so she wasn’t fully exposed. “Now I remember,” she said as he placed the tray over her lap and sat down on the edge of the bed beside her. “We ended up here at your house last night.”
He nodded, smiling. “And we made the executive decision that we’d had our way with you quite enough and it was time for you to rest.” He glanced at the tray. “Now, eat.”
Willow picked up the fork that was beside the plate of eggs, bacon, and toast and dug in. As soon as she bit into the bacon, she realized she was ravenous. It didn’t take her long to polish off the breakfast Jack had brought her. Dropping the fork back on the tray, she dabbed at her lips with her napkin. “That was delicious. Thank you.” She picked up her coffee cup and took a sip. “I hope you don’t think I’m always this hungry. I have to admit, I did use a lot of energy yesterday.”
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