Riding High

by Zara Stoneley

  Saul’s bruising lips softened against hers and he drew her tongue into his mouth, sucking softly, persistently, until she started to unravel. And as she did, as her thighs started to melt against the bed, James started to suck on her throbbing clit. She moaned into Saul’s mouth and her body must have given in to James’s because he nuzzled deeper, sucking harder until her hips started to buck. Abruptly he stopped, and then started to lap at her soaking cunt with long strokes that made her body rock, until it felt like she was opening up, breaking apart, and he slipped a long finger inside her.

  “That’s nice, isn’t it?” Saul had released her mouth, his breath still on her face, one hand moving down to cup her breast. She gasped as he tweaked her nipple between thumb and forefinger before gently starting to roll it, then pull it gently to an ever-hardening peak, and all the time there was the finger sliding in and out of her pussy. He was rubbing lightly against her G-spot with each stroke, her pussy trembling with each touch.

  And Saul’s finger was circling, teasing her nipple, tearing her mind between the two sensations as a whimper built in her throat. Warmth wrapped around her other breast; a hand that felt so different, a warming, caressing hand that kneaded and pulled as it matched the movement deep in her pussy.

  Her stomach clenched, tightening in response to the ripples that ran through her with each new sensation, and she pulled against the bindings, trying to lift her hips, to press her clit against the teasing hand. Then a sudden jolt of awareness shot straight down to the engorged bud as two mouths closed around her full, heavy breasts. Two grasping, sucking mouths that bathed her with their warmth, that made her cunt clench around the finger as her boobs were sucked in deeper, sucked until she was on the edge of pain and a cry was ripped from her. She needed so desperately to clutch her thighs together and bring herself to the orgasm that she was hesitating on the brink of. But she couldn’t. She rolled her hips desperately, and then there was new pressure against her cunt; two, three fingers thrusting inside her, another hand rubbing against her swollen, oversensitized nub. The twin mouths softened against her breasts, tongues lapping at her nipples, teeth teasing. As the hand thrust harder inside her dripping core, as the pressure increased on her clit, she dimly heard her voice scream out Saul’s name before her whole body convulsed with an intense rush of pleasure that left her fighting for breath.

  “Shh.” Damp hands were stroking lightly over her thighs, fingers tangling in her hair, lips caressing her stomach as the waves slowly ebbed in her body. As the final shudders left her, the ties were loosened so that she could bring her shaking limbs together. She rolled to one side, her arms reaching for the reassuring strength of what she knew was Saul’s body and, as he peeled the blindfold off, she closed her eyes and let him pull her close.

  Soft lips were pressed against her forehead as his hand skated down her side to settle at her waist. “We’ve not finished yet though, darling.” She groaned and his chuckle wrapped around her senses, making her tingle in a way she wouldn’t have thought she had the energy for. The bed dipped behind her, the weight of a hand settled on her hip just below Saul’s and she shifted uneasily, straight against a hard cock, the tip damp against her back. She froze, and James moved closer, his breath warm against her neck.

  “And now which way are you going to go, missy?” The dampness of his tongue against her neck was almost soothing and she stretched out, tilting her head so that he could access her skin all the way from the dip of her shoulder up to a spot just behind her ear. This was nice, sensual but soothing, and she wrapped her legs over Saul’s so she could nestle her hips closer against his. His semihard dick twitched against her uncovered mound, its tip velvet smooth and hot as she lifted her pelvis so that he slipped down between her legs, nudging against her swollen lips. His chuckle reverberated through his body, through hers. She wanted him, wanted to feel him inside her, and she hooked her legs tighter around his body, pulling him tighter to her as she rocked her hips, trying to tease the tip of him inside, her cunt clutching with need as James’s hard dick nudged against her bum.

  He rolled onto his back then, taking her with him, sliding her forcefully over him so her slick cunt sheathed his cock in one easy movement that made her gasp. She needed to slide against his body, grate her clit against his hard pelvis, but he held her tight, still with firm hands on her hips so that all she could feel was him twitching, growing inside her. She groaned and rocked her body, grinding down against him, watching his nipples harden into tight beads, and then he was pulling her down and James was easing her feet down, stretching her legs wide so she was spread until she could hardly move. She could squeeze her pussy, though, and rock against him despite his firm grip on her hips. She stared into Saul’s eyes as she throbbed around him and the dark lust in them spread like a fire through her.

  His jaw was set, his lips tight with self-control, control she wanted to shatter, and he seemed to read it in her face because he was shaking his head. “Not yet, Roisin.” As the soft voice reached her a cold splash on her buttocks made her clench in surprise, then a finger was spreading what had to be oil or gel between her cheeks. Warming it, pressing it between her cheeks, around her back passage. She clenched again, and he rubbed with two fingers, spreading her cheeks, circling her hole.

  “I want to fuck this lovely ass.” James’s voice startled her even though she knew he was there, knew his fingers were on her bum. She gasped as he pressed more firmly against her, circling, trying to ease his way past the ring of muscle that she clenched automatically. He pressed more firmly, widening her hole, edging inside her.

  Shit, that felt good, good in a way it shouldn’t. She groaned as Saul shifted her slightly, took her nipple between his fingers. He squeezed hard and she cried out at the sudden pain that shot through her on a route straight to her clit. And as he let go and she relaxed, the firm finger pushed its way past her defenses, knuckle-deep into her ass. The heat built in her pussy as the finger slid in and out, and as Saul eased her back and forward around his hard cock. James pulled out and she mewed out an objection before gasping as he pressed back firmer, trying to edge her wider with two fingers.

  “Push down against him, darling, open up for him.” She shut her eyes as Saul pulled her body tight against his, rubbing her taut nipples against the roughness of his chest until every nerve ending seemed to be responding. James had moved and, for a moment, she felt abandoned, strangely exposed, until he leaned back in close, his hard cock pressed against her.

  “I can’t…” She tensed up at the pressure.

  “You can, Roisin, You want both of us filling you, don’t you? Don’t you want that?” Saul’s breath bathed her neck, sending a shiver of anticipation. Firm fingers were massaging the base of her spine; small, persistent circles that set her skin shivering as they traced down. The strong pressure made her pussy throb with need.

  “I want, I want…” She was gasping against his mouth, breathing in the smell of his arousal, of hers, feeling his cock nudging against her G-spot as he slid her back and forth with painful precision. “Yes, I want both of you.”

  His fingers meshed in her hair, pulled her down until the warmth of his mouth enveloped hers. The hungry intensity sent her senses tumbling; a new need, a greed that seemed to reach out and draw her deep into him. And as their mouths melded, her body relaxed and opened up. There was burning pain as James pushed into her, and still he was massaging, rubbing until the tight ring of muscle relaxed again and he could push deeper, deeper. She swore she could feel their two cocks rubbing against each other, swore she was about to burst with the fullness as they rocked her between them. A hard thrust sent pain and pleasure reeling through her as James’s fingers dug into her ass, and the moan inside her mouth told her they were all heading to a point of no return. She could feel his balls against her as he thrust in, feel the fullness of Saul surge deeper as she was pulled back.

  She had to come; each hard, burning thrust
that James made was pushing her forward, her swollen clit hard against Saul. And then he was slamming her back against him, his fingers tight on her hips, the friction building the throb in her pussy and the ache deep in her belly until she thought she was going to burn up.

  Her ass felt on fire, inside and out, stretching as James swelled inside her; then she could feel him coming, a wave of need flowing straight to her clit as his hands on her eased their grip. There was one groan, one final hard thrust, and her pussy was clutching Saul’s dick as James pulsed inside her.

  “Shit.” Saul rolled her over onto her back, pounding into her with a frustration and greed that sent her whole body into a fierce convulsion, and then they were coming together, his hot come shooting into her, bathing her insides, and all she could hear was the babble of her own voice in her ears as she locked her ankles around his waist, tipping her pelvis high to accept every last drop of him.

  ***

  “He’s gone.”

  “Yes, he’s gone.” Saul pulled her tighter against him as they lay spooned together. “You’ve been zonked out for ages and he’s never been one to outstay his welcome.”

  “Oh?” She pulled away from him slightly, which wasn’t really what he wanted. Rolled over to face him, which he wanted even less. “What is it with you and him? You know him, don’t you?”

  “I know all of them.”

  “Yeah, but you really know him.” She was gnawing at her lip and gazing at him as if she did trust him. Which he supposed she must after what she’d just let him do.

  “My wife, Bianca, knew him.” He sighed, rolling onto his back, away from those eyes. “That’s how we ended up going to them for help, because she knew him.”

  “But?”

  “But what?”

  She was staring, he could tell without looking.

  “But—” He took a deep breath, drew in to fill his lungs, breathed out slow to let the air drift through his body. “They were fucking around outside of lesson time.”

  “Oh.”

  “Apparently he’s irresistible.” He felt his face tighten, all the way from his eyebrows right down to his jaw. Yeah, he’d come back because James was irresistible. He’d come back to involve James on purpose, to prove to himself that sharing Roisin wasn’t a problem, that it was just sex, that it wouldn’t be another knife in his side like last time. That this pull he had back to her, this unsettled feeling that grew in his stomach when she was with other people, was just about lust. James had fucked with his head before, and this time he wanted to prove to himself it was different. That it was over before it began. Except she’d screamed his name as she’d come, wrapped her legs around his body, fallen asleep in his arms.

  “So why did you bring him here?”

  He looked at her then, because she didn’t sound like she was accusing him of anything. “Because you wanted him.” He shrugged. “Didn’t you?”

  “Yep.” She grinned. “He’s good with his hands.” That grin tugged at something inside him, so that he had to smile back and pull her close again.

  “Very. And his cock.”

  “Very.” She snuggled tighter. “Thank you.”

  “Oh, my pleasure.” He knew he sounded dry, but it had been a strange kind of pleasure giving her what she wanted. Even if he wasn’t sure he’d repeat it again.

  “Do you do that a lot?”

  “No, now hush.” Never. It was a weird kind of pain and pleasure, gifting something that hurt. Maybe that was what Bianca had been after, but she’d pushed the limits way beyond his boundaries. And had he suffered the pain with Roisin so he could punish James? Was he doing it because he knew, deep down, it was his name she’d scream? Just what was he trying to prove, and to whom?

  “Well, thank you anyway, but can we just stick to us from now on?” Shit, her voice had been drifting as she spoke and she was already shifting into sleep. So what the fuck was “us”? She’d said she was glad he wasn’t sticking around, said she didn’t trust him. He hadn’t wanted to stay, hadn’t wanted her to want him.

  He rolled back over, rested his chin on the top of her head so that her sweet smell invaded his senses. Felt the soft sigh of her breathing echoing through his body and wondered what came next.

  ***

  “Are you two trying to poke your noses in my life, then?” Some mates went back a lifetime, but he wasn’t going to open up that door to Roisin. Some things were better off limits. Dan was one of them. Dan, who was looking at him with those big, innocent blue eyes under his floppy fringe. “And don’t give me the angel eyes ’cause I know exactly what you’re up to.”

  “Do you?” Dan grinned at him and pushed a mug of coffee in his direction. “Left her all well fucked and well tucked up in bed, have you?”

  “Up yours.” The coffee hit him where he needed it, but the spreading warmth was down to more than that. “She gets up early and sorts her horses.”

  “Into riding in a big way, isn’t she?” The way Dan said things meant you could take them whichever way you wanted.

  “Ah, so attack is your best form of defense, is it?” He smoothed a finger along the edge of the table. “Come on, mate, why did you text like that and give me the heads up on where James was going? I thought discretion was your policy.”

  “I thought you’d want to know.”

  “And what gave you that idea?”

  “You.” Dan was turning the coffee cup in the saucer, and Saul could almost hear his brain ticking over. “Look, Saul, I’ve never pried, but I know you and James have some kind of issue, and however hard you run I know there’s something in that brittle shell of yours that needs Roisin.”

  “I don’t need anyone.”

  “Okay, maybe ‘need’ is too strong a word, but I know when two people have more than just the hots for each other, Saul, and I know that there’s unfinished business between you. Now, you don’t want James to try to finish it for you, do you?”

  The soft voice hit hard, gibed at him in a way he wasn’t going to acknowledge, not to Dan, not to himself. He wasn’t going there. “Don’t dig.”

  “Saul, we’ve shared most things, and I’ve never asked you to spill what you didn’t want to, but isn’t it time you stopped letting Bianca fuck with your mind?”

  “What’s that supposed to mean?”

  “She was just a bloody woman, Saul. Okay, you thought you’d landed a stunner, and she was in some ways, but she was also a spoiled bitch who was always on the lookout for a new toy to play with. She was the most conniving cow I’ve ever met and, believe me, I’ve met a few who’ve played the game like pros.”

  Saul kept his gaze fixed on the steam rolling off the coffee.

  “It’s time to let go, Saul.”

  “I let go years ago.”

  “Yeah, of Bianca maybe; you had to before you bloody strangled her. But you’ve got to let go of the rest of the emotional shit.”

  “You don’t understand the half of it.”

  “Try me. Yeah, it hurts when you find out you’re just a bit of rough, and…” Saul glanced up at the hesitation and narrowed his eyes. Dan hesitating meant he was going to go too far. “You’re not even good enough at the role, but that’s because it wasn’t you. You’re not anyone’s bit of rough, mate, even if we did grow up on the wrong side of the tracks. And what’s wrong with that?” He shrugged his shoulders, almost in apology. Saul thought it was probably more down to relief that he hadn’t gotten the expected fist in his face, than anything else. Dan knew him as well as anyone did, knew when he was close to overstepping that line. “We did good, we’re here, and we’ve had more fun getting here than a lot of those twats with their noses stuck up their asses.”

  “Cool turn of phrase. There’s nothing wrong with your upbringing, then.”

  “You know what I mean.”

  “I know.” Saul felt the uncomfortable lum
p settle in his gut, the lump that said he was being pushed where he never went.

  “So why can’t you give her a chance?”

  “Because she’s one of them.”

  “Hey, don’t be a dick. When was there a ‘them’?”

  “When Bianca stretched me to snapping point.”

  “But you didn’t snap.”

  He had a point, though it had been close. And if he’d been thinking with his head, not his heart, and definitely not his dick, he wouldn’t have been anywhere near even stretching, let alone snapping. It would have been “thanks for the party, but you’re not my type.”

  “No I didn’t, but Dad almost did.” She’d scared the shit out of him, made him feel like he didn’t measure up. Just like his dad had felt.

  “This isn’t about your dad, Saul. Just because he fucked up with your mom it doesn’t mean that history is repeating. Wise up; this is different, you’re different.” He sighed. “Let her in a bit man, try it.” His voice was soft and he held Saul’s gaze. Dan meant well, Saul knew, but it was all black and white to him, happy shagging all the way.

  “Not so easy when James is there hovering again. It’s not happening, Dan, not a second time. And anyway, what the hell is he doing here, I thought he left?”

  “He came back. Why, what does it matter?”

  “You know why.”

  “No I don’t, Saul. What is it with you and him? What happened?”

  “I saw them; I knew all about him and her. It wasn’t enough for her what she was doing to me; she just had to rub my bloody nose in it, try and wind me up that little bit more.”

  “What do you mean you saw? What did you see?”

  “Them.” Shit, he wasn’t going through this. Not now.