But it didn’t matter. He knew the second he saw her in the lodge that he wanted her. Wanted to get to know her. As corny as it was, she spoke to him without uttering a word. And now here he was, watching Rob bury his head between her thighs.
It should have made Joseph angry. It should have made him jealous.
It didn’t. It made him fucking hard. And his breath so fucking shallow.
He shifted his feet again, his cock straining at his boxers. He’d removed his trousers, the thick snow pants too restrictive. He’d let them fall to the floor and kicked them aside. He wanted to curl his fingers around his dick and pump it until he came, but he controlled himself. He waited. For what, he didn’t know—hell, this was all so new, so unfamiliar to him. He waited until the moment he would know it was time to move. In the same way he did at work, knowing when to make the deal, when to sit back and watch his staff, or his competitors.
Rob was neither. Sure, he worked for him, but he’d never been his staff. And as for now, he wasn’t his competitor, even if his mouth was thrusting and lapping at the pussy of the woman Joseph had instantly desired.
Joseph shifted again, his stare moving from Rob’s face pressed to Anna’s pussy to Anna’s face. Her eyes were closed, her lips parted. She grabbed at the blanket beneath her, holding it in two tight fists. The tip of her tongue slipped over her bottom lip, making it glisten in the cabin’s low light. He sucked in a breath. It was a powerful sight and he wanted to see it closer.
He needed to see it closer.
Not just see it. He wanted to feel it. Wanted to feel the moisture from her tongue on her lip. Wanted to feel it on his own.
Oh, yes.
He moved, and in two long strides he was standing at the side of the cot.
“She’s beautiful, isn’t she, mate?”
Rob’s low murmur jerked his stare from Anna’s lips, and he studied his best mate for a short second.
“Show her how beautiful you think she is.”
He didn’t need to hear the rest. He didn’t even know if Rob was going to say it. He didn’t need to be dared. Not at all.
He dropped to his knees and his thick, stiff cock banged on the side of the cot. It should have hurt. It didn’t. Nothing hurt except the overwhelming need to kiss Anna’s lips.
A soft moan slipped from her and her back arched a little as Rob did something she liked. The move tilted her chin a fraction higher, turning her neck into a smooth, elegant curve, and it was too much. He lowered his head to hers and took possession of her lips.
They were soft, as soft as her moan, and warm. So very warm. She gasped, his presence no doubt surprising her, and her hands came up to his chest, his shoulder. She snaked her arms around his neck and pulled him closer to her, her tongue coming out to meet his before he could penetrate her mouth.
Hot tension shot into his balls. She was kissing him. With far more aggression than he’d imagined. Far more demanding urgency. He liked it. Hell, did he like it.
Her tongue mated with his, fierce and wild. She nipped at his bottom lip, each bite harder than the last. Shards of sharp pain sliced down through his body and he couldn’t stop his own moan vibrating low in his chest.
“Bloody hell, Hudo,” Rob growled from his left. “I never thought the sight of you kissing a woman would turn me on so much.”
Joseph tore his mouth from Anna’s lips and shot his friend a quick look. “And I never thought I’d get off watching you tongue-fuck a woman either.” He turned back to Anna, gazing down at her. “Especially this one.”
“What’s so special about this one?” she whispered, her direct grey eyes holding him prisoner. She skimmed her hand down his chest, over his belly, until her fingers brushed the engorged length of his erection trapped by his boxers.
Joseph sucked in a swift breath, black swirls of pleasure blossoming in his vision as fresh blood surged to his cock.
Rob laughed. “You, my fine little American, caught my mate’s eye. That never happens. Old Hudo here has always been too busy with work, to controlled and reserved to fall head over heels in lust before.”
Anna brushed her fingers over Joseph’s cock again and he ground his teeth, fighting the dire urge to grab her hand and make her hold its length in a punishing grip.
“Is that true?”
He nodded, unable to deny it. Hell, he was a workaholic. The only fun he ever had was with Rob. Usually after the words, “I dare you.” Until now…
“I wanted you the second I saw you,” he said, pushing his hips forward into Anna’s teasing fingers.
“The feeling’s entirely mutual.”
Her whispered confession stabbed into him. At the exact moment she stopped teasing his dick and took his erection in her hand. Raw pleasure washed through his whole body. He shuddered, his balls swelling, his sphincter contracting.
“Fuck a duck, Anna,” he ground out. “If you squeeze that too hard, I’m going to come.”
She grinned at him, the sides of her mouth curling. “Do you have something else planned?”
He grinned back. “Yes, actually.”
Without preamble, he snared the hemline of her thermal shirt and yanked it up over her head.
“Oh, Hudo,” Rob laughed behind him, “I knew you’d be good at this.”
He let his gaze roam over Anna’s newly exposed torso, both infuriated and aroused by the silky sheen of her black bra concealing her breasts. He reached out his hand and traced one fingertip along the ribbon-edged cup of her left breast. “I’ve always been one to rise to the challenge.”
Anna moaned slightly, her skin rippling at the barely there touch of his finger. She stared up at him through half-lidded eyes, her hands resting in loose fists beside her head.
“That you have been, my friend,” Rob agreed. “And one for making bad puns. Now, if you’ll excuse me, I have a sweet, hot, tight and very wet pussy to eat.”
Joseph’s ass tightened again on Rob’s dirty proclamation. He hooked his fingers under the edge of Anna’s bra and held her gaze with his. “
Bon appétit
.”
He saw Rob move from the corner of his eye, knowing by Anna’s sudden intake of breath exactly when his friend’s tongue touched her folds.
“Oh.” The single word fell from her on a shaky breath and she arched her back, her knees bending as she placed her feet on Rob’s shoulders. “Yes.”
Joseph swallowed, his heart thumping. Hot lust surged through him and he tugged on the edge of her bra, working the soft cup to the side. He pulled it from her breast until her nipple popped free.
It was perfect. A beautiful dusky pink, round and pebbled and just waiting to be sucked. By him. He lowered his head, taking the puckered tip in his mouth.
“Oh, yes,” Anna moaned again, louder this time, her hands finding their way to Joseph’s hair. She tangled her fingers in the cool strands, holding him hard to her breast.
Pleasure threaded through her. Twin ribbons of exquisite pleasure. One unfurling from between her legs where Rob’s tongue darted in and out of her sex and rolled over and over her clit, the other from her breasts, where Joseph’s lips and tongue fondled her nipple, circling it in gentle laps and nipping it in playful bites.
Two ribbons flowing through her body to meet in the very center of her core. They threaded and twisted and knotted together until each ribbon became indefinable, indistinguishable.
“Oh, fuck.” The expletive fell from her lips in a ragged whisper. She rarely used such language, not because it offended her sensibilities, but because she’d never felt a need. But what the two Australians were doing to her now, the absolute…ecstasy they wrought on her body…
“Oh, fuck me.”
She arched her back, knotting her fingers in Joseph’s hair and shoving her pussy harder to Rob’s tongue. The man between her legs chuckled, sending wicked vibrations into her sex. She fisted her hands harder in Joseph’s hair as the thrumming in her center mounted quickly.
Joseph’s tongue flicked at her nipple and she whimpered, the sensations from such a simple caress almost undoing her. God, what would she do when he actually
sucked
her nipple? What would she do when he stopped teasing her and truly began to—
Joseph sucked on her nipple. Hard.
“Oh, oh, fuck!”
She cried out, her breast swelling with indescribable warmth.
Joseph suckled on her breast, his right hand cupping it towards his mouth, his left hand kneading the other. He pinched her nipple, rolling it between his finger tips, his actions echoing those of his mouth.
As if he knew exactly the rhythm his friend set, Rob lapped at her pussy and clit the same way, delving into her folds only to withdraw and lick at her inner thighs.
She rolled her head, holding Joseph to her breast even as she wished them both to stop. She couldn’t take this much pleasure. She couldn’t. Her body wasn’t made for this. Made to be consumed, worshiped, reveled and—
Before the delirious thought could finish, Rob’s fingers curled over her hips as he lifted them a little higher and stroked his tongue over the tight hole of her anus.
“Oh, oh!” She bucked, concentrated, forbidden rapture spearing into her.
Joseph lifted his head and smiled down at her through heavily lidded eyes. She almost expected him to say something—anything that would save her from being taken away by the onslaught of sensations his friend’s tongue was creating, but he didn’t. Instead, he took her mouth with his in a crushing kiss before returning his attention to her breast, the left one this time. He closed his lips over its pebbled nipple and bit at it. Shards of delicious pain detonated in her chest, blossoms of constricting pleasure in her pussy.
“Oh, God,” she moaned, her breath so shallow, so rapid her head swam, “please, I can’t…”
She couldn’t finish. Not when Joseph suckled so greedily on her breast. Not when Rob lapped so hungrily at her ass.
She thrust her hips higher, the ribbons of pleasure knotting in her center. Growing tight. Impossible to unravel. Her orgasm was coming. She couldn’t stop it. And still, the two men sucked and licked and bit.
Rob’s fingers dug harder into her hips, his tongue not just lapping at her anus, but pushing on it. Pressing at its opening. She bucked, the unexpected shockwaves of sensations stealing her breath.
And scaring her.
She’d never been touched there. Not by finger, tongue or cock.
“No,” she panted, shaking her head. Rob paused, his fingers relaxing—a little—on her hips, the tip of his tongue resting on her sphincter. She tugged at Joseph’s hair, wanting to look into his face. His eyes. Needing to see his warmth.
He lifted his head and gazed at her again, his nostrils flaring, his eyes ablaze. “Do you want us to stop?”
His question, spoken with such gentle concern, made her heart hammer. She shook her head, combing her fingers through his tousled hair. “No.”
“But you need us to slow down?”
The fluttering in Anna’s belly intensified. How did he know? How was he so in tune with her already? She closed her eyes for a second and released a shaking sigh. “It’s just…I’ve never…” She faltered over the confession, looking back up at Joseph. God, how did she say this without sounding so naïve? So…so…virginal?
“And we’ve never rushed anyone,” Rob spoke from between her legs, saving her from doing so. His hands smoothed up her waist, over her stomach and back down to her hips once again, Anna couldn’t believe how quickly the two men knew her. It was intense.
“We’ve never made them do something they don’t want,” he continued. “Well,
I
haven’t. Hudo here has been known to rush a customer or two into signing a contract. And he makes plenty of people do things they don’t want to do. Bloody pushy business mogul that he is.”
Joseph laughed. “Up yours, Thorton. Mr. I Dare You.”
The unexpected moment took Anna by surprise. The apprehension twisting into her core dissipated and she gazed up at Joseph. “I’m sorry.”
He shook his head, tracing small circles around the nipple of her left breast with his fingertips. “Don’t be.” The sides of his mouth curled. “Trust me, I know all about being caught up in Rob’s enthusiasm.”
“And I’m entirely enthusiastic about making Anna come,” Rob stated, and Anna couldn’t stop her small giggle bubbling up the back of her throat. “And I’m going to do it by totally and thoroughly exploring this gorgeous pussy right—” he blew a fine stream of breath on her labia, “—here.”
He dipped his tongue into her folds, and she gasped, the ribbons of pleasure unfurling through her once more.
She tightened her fists in Joseph’s hair, holding him to her. Something told her he was about to move away and she didn’t want him to. Not at all. She looked into his eyes, the pit of her belly flip-flopping at the urgent hunger she saw in their light-brown depths. “Kiss me?”
He grinned, a boyish, roguish grin. “I can do that.”
He took her lips with his, his tongue delving into her mouth as he smoothed one hand over her body. His fingers explored her throat, her shoulder, followed the strap of her bra until they reached its cup. He flicked at her nipple through the straining satin, chuckling against her lips as the nub of flesh instantly puckered into a rock-hard point. She chuckled back, the sound lost in her gasp as Rob sucked her clit into his mouth.
Raw pleasure threaded through her and she pulled Joseph deeper into the kiss, parting her lips to him completely.
Oh, God. Here we go again.
The incredulous thought whispered through her mind. She didn’t think her orgasm would come back to her so quickly after stopping the two men, but it had. And tenfold. She curled her toes, planting her feet harder on Rob’s shoulders.
Here we go…
Rob sucked on her clit, nibbled it, sucked again.
Joseph sucked on her tongue, pinched her nipple and squeezed her breast.
Here we…
Here we…
An orgasm detonated in Anna’s core. Wild and hard and fast. She thrust her hips upward, tearing her lips from Joseph’s, unable to hold back her cries. “Yes, yes!”
She writhed on the cot, holding Joseph as if he was her life support, refusing to let him go as Rob milked her pussy of its cream.
Chapter Five