Snowed Under (5 page)

“Good,” Dean said, his voice tight, “Very good.”

“Together?” Nell suggested with a wink at Ivy, and both women leaned in to the base of Dean’s shaft, their mouths twin torments as they worked their way up, and Dean figured that even if Chuck Taggart burst through the door and shot him dead, he could die happy in that moment.

Dean’s cock twitched and Nell smiled against the heat of his skin, swirling her tongue back and forth as she started towards the tip, matching Ivy’s speed. Her tongue touched Ivy’s, tangled with it over the bulbous head, then Ivy’s lips met Nell’s in a kiss and Nell fell into the familiar warmth. Ivy fumbled with the buttons on the front of Nell’s dress, then shoved it off her shoulders and Nell tugged her arms free. Without breaking the kiss she returned the favour, pulling at Ivy’s clothes with such single mindedness that she jumped when something touched her cheek, and she was startled to remember that Dean was there, that it was his cock brushing her skin.

Nell kissed Ivy again, watching Dean as he looked down at them, his eyes dark and hot, following Nell’s hands as she lifted Ivy’s chemise over her head. Dean made a low sound, deep in his throat, as Ivy’s breasts came into view, and he moved one hand to his cock, sliding it up and down the shaft in slow strokes.

Nell kissed along Ivy’s neck then higher, to nibble at her earlobe. “I think Dean likes your breasts as much as I do,” Nell said in soft voice, and Dean chuckled.

“I am a fan of tits in general,” he said, “but those are truly exceptional.”

Ivy didn’t look impressed by his praise, so Nell kissed her again, distracting her before she could say anything. After a moment, Ivy pulled back.

“Don’t forget our friend here,” Ivy said, jerking a thumb in Dean’s direction. “Or have you lost interest in him now that you’ve seen his…poker?”

Nell laughed and dragged Ivy with her as she got to her feet. “Not at all.” Nell stepped out of her dress and stockings, leaving her naked and very aware of Dean’s eyes on her. “I’m just getting started.” Nell looked up at Dean, aware for the first time of how tall he really was. The top of her head was barely up to his shoulder, and she was facing a broad expanse of muscled chest. She spread her hands out, pressing them against the heat of his skin, feeling the strength of his muscles as they bunched beneath her palms.

“May I kiss you, Nell?” Dean asked, his voice a rough whisper, and Nell didn’t answer him, just tipped her face up to meet his.

The kiss he gave her was gentle, his lips barely brushing over hers. Nell stood on her toes and kissed him back with more urgency, teasing at his lips with her tongue until he gave a growl and wrapped her in arms like bands of steel, holding her tight against him as he deepened the kiss, his mouth no longer tentative but demanding and hungry. Nell crushed her breasts against the wall of his chest, tangling her hands in his shaggy hair, just as she’d longed to do since the storm had blown him in along with the snow.

“What does she like?” Dean asked as he broke the kiss. His voice was husky, and it took Nell a moment to realise he was talking to Ivy.

“This.” Ivy gave Dean’s shoulder a shove and bent to Nell’s breast, sweeping a wet circle with her tongue a heartbeat before she closed her teeth on the nipple. The bite sent a shock of pain through Nell’s body, the jolt making her tremble and twitch.

“Ah,” Dean said, “she likes it a little rough.” He raised an eyebrow wickedly and dropped down to one knee, tall enough that he was at the right height to pull Nell’s nipple into his mouth. He was gentle at first, teasing with his tongue. His palm was hot and solid on her ribcage. He looked up at her an instant before he bit down, watching for her reaction, and the knowledge made Nell’s squeal louder than it should have been, made her pussy clench with the knowledge that this time it was a man who touched her.

Her stomach twisted as he sucked the tingling tip, and Nell wasn’t sure if it was pure desire, or partly fear of the unknown, but she liked it either way. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders, feeling the strength beneath her palms, the movement of the muscles in his neck as he worked over her breast.

He bit her again, and she tightened her hands convulsively on his scalp. Dean switched to the other breast, pulling it into the heat of his mouth while he moved his hands slowly down Nell’s sides, leaving goosebumps in their wake and making her shiver. He kneaded the softness of her bottom then dropped one hand to her thigh, curling his fingers around the inside of her leg, just above the knee. She was so focused on the sensations of his hands that when his teeth made themselves known again she nearly jumped out of her skin. He wasted no time sliding his hand up, finding her heat, his fingers rougher than Ivy’s, thicker than Ivy’s, and Nell chewed her lower lip as he explored.

“So wet.” Dean’s voice was a low growl. “Tell me, Nell,” he said, sounding out of breath, “Tell me what you want.” He moved along her folds and Nell rocked her hips.

“I want you…” Nell hesitated, looking for the words, her face hot. “I want your poker inside me.”

Dean shot to his feet and kissed her again, and Nell clung to him, her arms tight around his neck as he drew her towards the bed. He fell backwards on the blankets, Nell on top of him, and Dean roamed his rough and work-hardened hands everywhere, leaving trails of heat over her skin.

“It’s all yours,” Dean said, between trailing his tongue along her collar bone. “My poker. Whenever you’re ready for it.” He dropped his hands from her deliberately and lay back.

Nell was aware of the hard length of him touching her belly. She peered between them at the body part in question, jutting straight up towards her, and she wondered once again at its size. “I don’t know what to do,” Nell said, looking around for Ivy.

“Just go slow.” Ivy appeared by the bed, then knelt next to Dean. She trailed a hand down Nell’s back, at once reassuring and arousing. “Lower yourself onto him, a little at a time, at first.”

Dean reached for Ivy, tracing circles on her thigh with his fingertips, and Nell watched the movement while she adjusted her position, sitting up to straddle Dean’s hips, bracing herself with her hands against his chest for balance.

Nell lowered herself tentatively until she felt the end of his cock, hot and hard between her legs. It slid slickly along her slit when she moved, and the feel of it against her clit made her jerk.

“Here.” Dean put a hand between them and grasped the base of his cock, steadying it for her.

Nell readjusted, until she felt the thick head again positioned at her opening. It seemed too big, impossibly big, and she lowered herself on to it. The pressure made her breath come short as she took him in, her eyes drifting closed, and she focused on the sensations as her body adjusted to the invasion, welcoming him with tremors and dampness. By the time Nell was fully seated on him, she felt overwhelmed by the fullness and need.

Dean brushed her hair back from her forehead. “Are you all right?” His voice sounded tight, and Nell noticed the tendons standing out on his neck and the tension in his body.

“Yes,” Nell said. She caught his hand and kissed his palm, then placed it on her breast and began to move, lifting herself up until only the tip of his cock remained inside her, enjoying the friction, then settled down again until he was buried to the hilt. “So full,” she said, and Dean squeezed her breast at her words. She ground down on him, trying to take him even deeper, then started thrusting in earnest, her hips bobbing. Dean’s head fell back and he groaned.

“You like that?” Nell asked him, panting.

“You have no idea.” Dean grabbed Ivy’s knee and tugged at her. “Climb up here, baby, give me something to do with my mouth to distract me from that tight pussy, or it’ll be over before she’s ready.”

Ivy didn’t hesitate, climbing up to straddle his face, facing Nell.
Dean lifted his head, tongue extended eagerly for Ivy’s cunt, and Ivy moaned and squirmed at the first contact. Nell leant forward and kissed Ivy, the movement changing the angle and bringing a whole new sensation. Ivy kissed her hard and grabbed her shoulders to brace herself.

“Better than Chuck?” Nell panted, grinning at the familiar look on Ivy’s face, the one that said she was very close to her climax.

Dean moved then, thrusting his hips up. “Oh fuck!” Nell moaned, grinding with abandon, her face tucked in Ivy’s neck as she strained against him. “Yes,” she said, moving faster, matching his speed, “yes, yes, yes, oh please, yes.”

Ivy pulled Nell’s head up, holding her face and looking her in the eyes. “I’m gonna come, Nelly, come with me baby, come with me.”

Nell panted, her gaze locked with Ivy’s, wrapped up in the bite of Dean’s hands on her hips, and the friction of his cock pounding into her. Ivy’s fist twisted in her hair as she cried out the start of her climax, and Nell followed her over the cliff into pure sensation, riding the waves until she collapsed, twitching, into Ivy’s arms.

Chapter Five

Ivy slid onto the mattress, trying to catch her breath. Nell lifted herself away from Dean, and he moaned, clenching his fists at his sides. Ivy stared at his erect cock while Nell collapsed beside her.

Dean followed her gaze and the corner of his mouth quirked up in a smirk. “Well, I couldn’t very well finish with only one of you ladies satisfied, now could I?”

“Believe me,” Ivy said, “I’m more satisfied than I ever was with Chuck. You have a talented tongue.” She grinned at him and pulled herself up to her knees. “Let me return the favour.”

“Oh, no you don’t,” Dean said, twisting away from her. “I believe the challenge issued involved sex.” Ivy opened her mouth to protest, but Dean cut her off. “Actual sex.” He smiled slowly, showing his dimples, his eyes twinkling at her from under the shaggy fringe of dark hair. He ran the tips of his fingers down her leg, coming to rest at her knee. “Come on,” he cajoled, “I promise you won’t regret it, just ask Nell. You had fun, right Nell?”

“Oh yeah.” Nell lifted her arm straight up in the air from where she lay flat on her back, giving him a thumbs-up. “I know I never had sex with your husband, Ivy, and God willing I never will, but I believe that I can safely say that Dean is a much better calibre of lover.” She rolled over onto her front and winked at Ivy. “I wouldn’t say he’s quite as good as you are though.”

“Well then,” Dean said, before Ivy could respond. “You can’t let me hear an endorsement like that and then not let me have the complete experience.”

“Fine,” Ivy said on a sigh. “But only because I can’t wait to tell Chuck that I slept with the man that he’s hunting.” She flopped back onto the bed and spread her legs, assuming the position and staring at the familiar beams of the ceiling. “Let’s get this over with.”

Dean chuckled. “Definitely not.”

Ivy lifted her head to look at him. “But I thought…” Dean leaned over her, stopping her mouth with a kiss.

“We are certainly not going to ‘get this over with’,” he said, bringing one warm hand up to cup her breast. “We are going to take it slow and do it right.”

“Hey,” Ivy said, feeling a little breathless from his warmth and proximity, “I thought I was the one in charge here.”

“You were.” Dean began kissing his way down her neck, darting his tongue out to taste her skin, marking his trail. “That was until you said something foolish like, ‘Let’s get this over with’. Now I’m taking over, for your own good.”

“I don’t think so,” Ivy said, but even to her own ears her voice lacked conviction.

“No problem.” Dean’s breath heated Ivy’s skin as he spoke. “Let’s be democratic about this and put it to a vote. All in favour of rejecting Ivy’s plan say ‘Aye’.”

“Aye!” Nell giggled and slid close, nestling up to Ivy’s side. “Two against one, Ivy, you’re going to have to do this Dean’s way if you want to get back at Chuck.”

“I promise.” Dean winked. “You won’t be sorry.” Then he closed his mouth over her breast, sucking the nipple deep into all that wet heat. She was panting by the time he released her. Dean sat up, smoothing his palm along her leg, slowly, from hip to ankle and back again, his touch light and hot and it made Ivy squirm. “You’re legs are incredible,” he said. “I thought I was dreaming when I looked up at them from the floor, they just went on forever.” He grinned suddenly, lighting up his face, stopping Ivy’s breath as much as his touch on the inside of her knee. “Then I saw that big old gun you were holding, and that sobered me up right quick.”

“Ha,” Nell said. “That’s what you get for leering at a stranger.”

“Nah.” Dean smoothed a strand of hair from her shoulder. “This is what I got for leering.” He raked Ivy with his hot gaze, and she struggled not to cover herself, feeling uncharacteristically shy under his scrutiny.

“So tell me, did you really want to do this flat on your back? Is that how you liked it the best with Chuck?”

“I never liked it with Chuck,” Ivy said, wishing he’d stop talking and put his mouth back to better use. It distracted her from the uncomfortable part that was sure to come. “But that was the only way we ever did it…” Ivy’s voice trailed off as she thought.

“You just remembered something, didn’t you?” Dean moved to hover over her other breast. “Tell me.”

“And me!” Nell smoothed Ivy’s hair away from her face, watching her eagerly.

“Once,” Ivy began. “We were coming home from town, and Chuck had spent too long in the saloon, and whisky always made him unreasonable and randy as hell, so halfway home, in the middle of nowhere, he insists we stop for sex. I told him it was crazy, there was no place to do it and I was not laying down in the dirt for him. So he bent me over this big old tree trunk and…” Ivy let her voice trail off, unsure how to continue, afraid of what Dean would think.

“From behind, eh?” Dean grinned at her. “And you liked it?”

Ivy sighed, grateful he wasn’t judging. “There wasn’t time to like it,” she said, and Dean laughed. “But I think I could have liked it.”

Dean leaned close to her face, and Ivy struggled to focus on his eyes, noticing the little flecks of gold in his irises, and the laugh lines at the corners of each dark-lashed eye. “Let’s find out.” He kissed her, his lips hot, his tongue teasing, and Ivy reached for him, wrapping her arms around him, tracing the muscles of his back, the width of his shoulders, until he pulled away. Dean patted the outside of her hip, his hand making a hollow smack on her skin, leaving behind a pleasant tingle. “Roll over, babe.” His voice sounded hoarse. “I can’t wait much longer.”