Falling, Freestyle by Vivian Arend Page B

open for a second before she glanced at Jack. “I think I’ve had enough skiing for the day as well.”
    Sexual tension shot skyward. By the time they reached the cabin and placed their gear in the storage locker outside the door, their need was a tangible weight. They tumbled inside, shrugging off ski coats, scrambling to remove their heavy boots. Kane dragged Dara against him, one hand on her lower back to press her stomach into his erection to make sure she knew exactly how much he needed her. She pushed off her suspenders, Jack grabbed the bottom of her long sleeved shirt, and faster than Kane thought possible, she was naked from the waist up.
    Screw finesse, he needed her now.
    He took her breasts into his hands, cupping the weight of them and admiring the red nipples as they puckered tight.
    “All day long I’ve been imagining this.” He sucked one nipple into his mouth, twirling his tongue around the point. Dara arched against him, locking her fingers in his hair and holding him close. He struggled out of his own clothes, tearing off his shirt then returning to the warm temptation of her skin.
    The noises she made drove him insane. Each purr of pleasure from her lips, each sharp cry as he nipped, all of it teased him and brought him to the point of no return.
    Jack joined in as well. Stripped to just his boxers, he pressed her from behind, kissing her neck, and she moaned out her delight.
    “I want…oh God, I want whatever you want to give me.”
    Kane managed to tug her overalls past her hips and knelt to bury his face in her crotch. She was wet, her curls slick with moisture as he used one hand to open her to his tongue. He had barely a moment to dip into her warmth before Jack interrupted.
    “We need to move. Dara, I want your mouth on me and I can’t wait any longer.” His voice was a growl, primitive and harsh, and Kane couldn’t argue. He couldn’t wait either.
    He scooped her up and carried her to the couch. Along the way Jack tugged the overalls past her ankles and suddenly there was nothing but her naked skin everywhere and goddamn if he wasn’t about to explode.
    The soft leather of the couch beckoned and the images from earlier in the day leapt to mind. Kane twirled her, connecting her back to his front, his erection lying in the valley between her cheeks. He rocked his hips and it felt so fucking good he was ready to lose it.
    Dara whimpered lightly and he loosened his grip. “Sorry, I—”
    “Don’t stop. Come on, Kane, I want this.”
    That was all he needed to hear for the slight edge of restraint he still had to break.
    He pressed her over the back of the couch, bending her at the waist. She shot her arms out to catch herself, braced on the seat of the sofa. Her feet dangled off the floor, the soft smooth skin of her ass shining in the glow of the subtle lighting. He dropped to his knees and nipped one cheek.
    “Fuck.” She squirmed and he moved quickly to pin her in place with one hand.
    “Uh-uh, you’re not going anywhere. Here’s a fantasy I bet you’ve never experienced. I’m going to fuck you from behind, Jack’s going to fuck your mouth. Two guys at one time—you want it?”
    “Yes.” No hesitation. She looked at him over her shoulder, wiggling back against his hand. “Hurry.”
    Jack laughed as he moved in front of her. “Bossy chick.”
    “Isn’t she?”
    His friend squatted and lifted Dara’s chin, gazing into her eyes. “Maybe she was a bad girl today and she’s actually looking for a little punishment.”
    In a split second the tension in the room was completely transformed.
    Dara sputtered before whispering her response. “Anything.”
    Kane blinked in shock. He was still hotter than a fire, but suddenly he was uncertain, glancing at Jack for direction. His friend’s eyes almost glowed with lust. “Spank her,” Jack ordered.
    Kane opened his mouth, but nothing came out. His hand already rested on her ass, the pleasure of the touching her naked skin