She gazed at them, or rather, the lean muscled strength of their torsos revealed by the snug tautness of their thermal T-shirts. Her mouth went dry and it took her a while to realize the air in the cabin was no longer icy cold.
“You got the heater working?”
Joe gave her a lopsided smile, rubbing his palms together in such a way his shoulder and arm muscles rippled. “Yeah. The pilot light just needed a little encouragement.”
She licked her lips, the room’s rising temperature making her skin prickle. Or was that the layers of clothing she wore? Or the sight of Joseph and Rob with less clothing than her?
Damn, they were good looking.
And complete strangers. So why did she feel so safe with them?
Why was she just about to do the unthinkable with them?
Her gaze slipped to Joseph again, knowing he held the answer even if she couldn’t decipher it yet.
“How ’bout we help you with your clothing?”
Rob’s murmur tickled her ear and she started, more than a little stunned to discover he’d somehow moved to stand behind her without her even noticing.
Too busy staring at Joseph?
Warm hands smoothed up her back, over her shoulders. His fingers slid up the sensitive column of her neck, brushing at her nape before skimming back down to the neckline of her jacket. There was a slight tug, and before she knew it, her jacket slipped from her body, falling to her feet in a crumpled heap of fluro-magenta.
She watched Joseph watching her, his nostrils flaring again, the muscles in his jaw bunched.
I want him to kiss me.
Rob’s hands travelled her shoulders, barely touching her. The slight caress of his palms on her arms through the thin material of her thermal sent a shiver up her spine. She pulled in a shaky breath, her nipples once again hard. Oh, God.
“C’mon, Joe,” Rob spoke against her neck, his lips warm on her flushed skin. “Don’t make me say it.”
Say what?
Anna wanted to ask, but she couldn’t. The way Rob’s hands moved over her shoulders, her arms, down to her palms and back up to her shoulders again seemed to have stolen her words. It was a gentle caress that somehow still spoke of urgency.
Joseph swallowed once, twice, his Adam’s apple working up and down his throat. And then he was standing right in front of her, so close she could feel his body heat seep into her. “You don’t have to, mate,” he said, holding her gaze with his cookie-brown eyes. “Not at all.”
Joseph lowered his head and brushed his lips over hers. The kiss sang of such sweet hesitation her heart stopped for a still moment, only to burst into fevered flight when he snaked his arms around her waist and yanked her against his body with a growl.
His mouth crushed hers. His tongue plunged past her lips, mating with hers, battling it with possessive hunger.
So, there is an Australian battle after all. And I’m a part of it.
The surreal, absurd thought wafted through Anna’s head, and she whimpered, curling her arms around Joseph’s neck to press her hips to his. His cock rammed against the flat plane of her belly, a rigid, stiff pole not even remotely hidden by the bulk of his snow pants. Its size and width made her head swim, or perhaps that was the feel of Rob’s hands working their way down her waist to the band of her own trousers.
“You have a fucking hot body,” Rob told her, his fingers working their way between her and Joseph until they dipped below the elastic band of her pants. “I saw it last night in the bar. Couldn’t miss it thanks to the tight jeans you wore.” He slipped his fingers closer to the mound of her sex, his other hand holding her hip as he pressed his groin to her ass. “The tighter T-shirt.”
Rob pushed his hips forward, his erection—as long and as impressive as Joseph’s—nudging the crevice of her ass cheeks through her snow pants. “Still,” he whispered against her ear, lips nipping her earlobe as he did so, “I think I’d like to see more of it.”
With a gentle but insistent tug, he pulled her back to his hips as his fingers moved to her waistband. He inched it down over her hips. Her thighs.
Joseph broke the kiss and stepped away from her a step to stare at what his friend had revealed. “Jesus Christ,” he said, the words choked. “I knew you would look like this.”
She stood between them, her torso covered in a thin, shell-pink thermal top, her legs bared to their hungry inspection. Rob stroked the back of her thigh, his thumb tracing a languid line over the curves of her butt cheeks. Her panties—skimpy and black—offered little protection from the slow contact, and she let out a ragged breath, feeling her crotch grow damp.
Joseph’s nostrils flared again. “I can smell your desire, Anna.” His stare roamed her body, the thin space-age material of her top was so stretched against her nipples it felt like a caress. “I can see it.” He raised his hands and took her breasts in each, rolling the pad of his thumbs over her puckered nipples. The contact caused her bra—a silky little thing that was highly unsuitable for skiing and matched her panties perfectly—to scrape against each one. She hitched in another breath and gazed up at him.
“And I want to taste it,” Rob said behind her.
Joseph’s lips curled into a lopsided grin. “Me too.”
He pushed her backward, her surprised shout turning into laughter as Rob scooped her off her feet, carried her over to the old cot in the far corner and dumped her there unceremoniously. “Now don’t think you’re staying there, Anna.” He grinned, dimple flashing. “This is just so I can take your boots off.”
With a flourish, he dropped into a crouch. His hands snared her right ankle to lift her leg up, gravity fighting him as it pulled on the awkward weight of her ski boot. Her pulse slammed in her neck as he flipped open the straps, one by one, each sudden release of pressure on her ankle an undeniable announcement of what was about to happen.
Her first ménage.
With two men from Australia, no less.
Well, you do believe in taking life by the balls and living the fuck out of it, don’t you?
Her breath shuddered from her in a trembling laugh, the sound becoming a soft groan when Rob at last slipped her boot from her foot. “One down,” he muttered, his thumbs kneading the arch of her foot for an agonizingly exquisite second.
“One to go,” Joseph murmured from his place beside the heater.
She slid her gaze to his face, the sight of him still standing in the exact spot he’d kissed her was for some reason the sexiest thing she’d seen. He watched her, his arms loosely crossed over his broad chest, his legs splayed slightly. Everything about him spoke of extreme confidence, almost ruthless poise, except his eyes. His eyes spoke of another Joseph. One burning up with want, and yet still tempered by hesitation. Whatever he did to be “loaded”, she didn’t doubt he did it well. His body language radiated utter control. But his eyes… If it was possible, the uncertainty in his eyes made his composed
sang-froid
so much more desirable. So much more goddamn sexy.
The sensation of her left foot being elevated turned her attention back to Rob, and she held her breath as he released the fasteners on her remaining boot and slid it from her foot. He pressed his thumbs into her arch before smoothing his hands up her now exposed ankles. He smiled at her as he hooked his fingers over the tops of her thick, woolen socks. “I will give you a foot massage later. One so good it’ll make you come, but for now…”
He yanked her sock from her foot, the abrupt action dislodging her semi-seated position on the cot.
She dropped backward, the cabin’s toasty air kissing her newly bare toes a microsecond before Rob touched his lips to them. For an insane moment, all Anna could think about was how sweaty her feet would be after skiing for so long. And then even that thought was lost as the man snared the waistline of her trousers and removed them as efficiently as he’d removed her left sock.
“Oh, Jesus Christ, you look so good.”
It was Joseph who moaned the proclamation. Still from his place by the heater. The raw hunger in his voice flooded her pussy with fresh moisture, turned her clit to a nub of throbbing flesh.
“That she does,” Rob agreed, straightening from his crouch enough to kneel between her legs. His hands found her inner thighs and he inched them farther apart, the tips of his fingers teasing her folds through the sodden crotch of her panties. “And she is so very wet for us.”
Anna’s breath turned shallow. Choppy.
This was a kind of torture. She’d never wanted to come as badly as she did now, and all they’d done—all
Rob
had done—was remove her boots and trousers. For Pete’s sake, she was still wearing her underpants. How could she be so close to coming while still wearing her underpants? While still being essentially untouched by either of them?
“Please,” she whimpered, the word surprising her.
Rob chuckled, dimple flashing. “Please what, Anna McCarthy?”
She closed her eyes and arched her back, just enough to draw her crotch closer to his fingers. “Please…”
“I think she wants me to lick her out, Hudo.” Rob’s breath fanned her inner left thigh, just above her knee. A heartbeat later, his lips brushed the skin a little higher. “What do you think?”
“Fuck,” Anna heard Joseph groan. “I think you’re right.”
“Is that what you want, Anna?” Rob’s breath tickled the curve of flesh where her thigh dipped into her groin. His hands pressed gently on her knees, holding her still. “Do you want me to fuck your pussy with my tongue?”
She let out another ragged breath and nodded.
“Say it aloud.”
Joseph’s raw command made her already rapid heart thump faster. “I want Rob to tongue-fuck me,” she said, trying to lift her ass off the cot. “Now.”
Before the single syllable fell from her lips, Rob’s tongue stoked over her clit through the cotton of her panties.
She cried out, ribbons of pleasure unfurling through her core. Her back arched, and this time Rob let it, his hands taking advantage of her upward thrust to slide beneath her butt and cup her ass cheeks. He stabbed at her shielded clit again, working the little point of flesh through her underpants. The friction of material on her flesh, drenched from her own juices and Rob’s tongue, sent new ribbons of pleasure chasing the first, twisting and binding around them until ropes of tension knotted in the pit of her belly. Driving her so quickly toward an orgasm her lips tingled.
“Oh, God,” she panted, burying her hands in the Australian’s thick black hair, holding his head for fear he’d do something foolish like try and remove his mouth from her pussy.
She heard Joseph moan from his position by the heater, a rustling noise joining the strangled sound. She wanted to look at him, she wanted to see if the noise was what she suspected, she wanted to see the aching want she knew would be blazing in his eyes, but she couldn’t. The pleasure of Rob’s tongue rolling over and over her still-cotton-covered clit overwhelmed her, and all she could do was lie on the cot and let it consume her. “Oh, God, yes.”
And still Rob’s tongue worked her sex. No penetration, no skin-to-skin contact, just his tongue stroking her clit through the sodden material of her underpants. Just his hands pressed to her knees, holding her legs spread. Two simple things, and she was going to come. Now.
The first detonation ripped through her sex, her inner muscles clamping down on a cock that wasn’t there. She cried out, aching to be filled even as her pussy gushed with cream and her clit throbbed with pleasure.
The second detonation hit her harder, spiking wet electricity into her sex and through her body. She grabbed at the cot’s course blanket beneath her, fists bunching the wool until her knuckles popped. “Fuck, yes!” she called, rolling her head from side to side. Rob’s assault on her protected clit was a rhythmic echo of each constricting pulse shuddering through her.
The third, the fourth, the fifth detonation crashed over her, followed by too many to count. It swept her away, pummeling her until all she could do was whimper and beg for him to stop, beg for mercy, beg for more.
With one sudden yank on her sopping underpants, Rob stripped her lower body naked.
Chapter Four
Joseph stood and watched Rob plunge his tongue into Anna’s spread sex. Her moans and gasping breaths sank into his ears, driving him almost insane. His cock ached in his pants. No, not just ached. The bloody thing was an agonizing rod of rigid lust. He’d never been so hard, so fucking ready to erupt. He’d never thought watching his best mate give head to a woman could be so arousing, but holy shit, watching Rob go down on Anna…
He shifted his feet, trying to find a better position to take the pressure off his dick.
You know the only thing that will do that is either Anna or your own hand, don’t you?
He bit back a low groan at the thought. He’d never wanted to sink his cock into anyone as badly as he wanted to sink it into Anna McCarthy, but at this point, he couldn’t move.
Not just because he didn’t know how to approach the two people so thoroughly enjoying each other, but because he didn’t want to stop watching Rob fuck Anna with his mouth.
Jesus, Hudson, is this what you’ve been missing all this time?
The twisting knot in his gut and the hot tension in his balls told him the answer was no. He didn’t doubt watching Rob in a three-way would turn him on. But watching Rob fuck just anyone? No. It was Anna McCarthy that made his prick so goddamn hard. She’d done so this morning in the lodge, and all he’d done was watch her walk from the cafeteria. Watching her lie stretched on her back, her bare legs spread, her breasts thrusting upward, her nipples stabbing at the material of her thermal…watching his best mate devour her cunt… Christ, there was something in that sight he couldn’t turn away from.
Anna.
She was perfect. Slim, athletic. Tiny in a pocket-rocket kind of way. He knew she was a park ranger, but it wasn’t her authority that got him off. No, it was the soft kindness in her eyes, the crinkles on her nose when she laughed. The way she moved…
Hell, man, you’ve only known her for all of about an hour. Probably not even that.