Dear Rose 3: Winter's Risk (13 page)

She took him in and out, making sure to keep his pants down far enough they didn’t interfere with her touching him. He couldn’t count the number of times she went down on him.

So good.

She lapped her tongue on his cock and swirled it over him, covering him and shaking it like an aftershock.

He saw rainbow lights in his eyes. His body drew up with passion. So tense. All he could focus on was the desire he was feeling that threatened to spiral him out of control. It was an ever-growing mountain, and he wasn’t sure he’d survive the climb.

Not now.

He wanted to last longer than this, dammit. Just like Quinn, she had to drive him into this and take him on the ride of his life whether he wanted it or not. He’d never been this out of control before.

Quinn would be right there with her. While she sucked him off, Quinn could pound into him from behind, making him a sandwich. They would each send him off into the stratosphere as they drove him crazy. Zach clenched and unclenched his hands as they clasped the seat. Thinking of Quinn made the coming climax more intense. He needed to get a handle on this. He took a deep, calming breath that didn’t work.

“You know I don’t listen, right?” She talked against him so her voice reverberated and shook him all over with its timbre. “I’ll make you come when and if I want to.”

“Don’t…”

She went down on him with stunning accuracy. She took him in as deeply as she could. She engulfed him to his base and slipped him in and out over the course of a second.

The warmth. The wetness. The feel of her against him. The fact someone might come over at any minute and catch them.

All combined to drive him over a serrated edge. It cut him this way and that, but he didn’t care. He was in the grips of the little death.

His orgasm spiked like a linebacker going all the way to the touchdown line, and he groaned some unintelligible things as she continued sucking him until every last drop was gone.

It was a climax of the most booming variety. He was covered in sweat, which did nothing to cool the heat rising in him. He fantasized he could see steam levitating from his skin. His heart pounded. His breathing was erratic. He’d never felt so much pour from him during a round of oral sex.

And he hadn’t even been inside her yet.

Dammit.

Only how could he curse? It had been one of the most intense rides of his life. He’d needed her, and she’d come through with flying colors. She had the most gifted mouth he’d ever met. Course, he hadn’t been gone down on by Quinn yet…

Nor had she been able to banish thoughts of Quinn. Thoughts of another cock had still haunted him.

Shaking that off, he looked up into her exuberant face. “Pleased with yourself?” He drew a long breath, trying to get oxygen back in places that needed it. He might have some dead cells if they didn’t get air soon.

“Yeah. Yeah, I am.” She laughed. Freely. A wonderful tinkling sound that swept in through the recesses of his heart and soul. She had a sound that was as pure as his soul was black.

And now she needed to get her comeuppance. “Good.” He rose up suddenly, surprising her as she’d surprised him earlier by coming up against her and then putting her mouth around him. He used his hands to lay her back against the door and seat. He pushed her legs and spread them wide.

She observed him curiously. “Aren’t you done?” She didn’t sound as though she was disturbed. Just puzzled.

“For now.” Maybe he’d recover in time to do more. Only time would tell on that. “But you need my attention.”

A nervous laugh now. “Oh, I’m fine…”

“No you aren’t.” He wasn’t about to let her get away without some response from him.

“I’m—”

“Hush.” He slowly began to slide up the skirt, exposing her legs to his gaze. “You didn’t listen to me. Now it’s time for your punishment.”

“Oh?” Her voice was strangled sounding as though she was overwhelmed. He wasn’t looking at her face, but he imagined she smiled.

“Yes.” He pulled her skirt up to above her belly button, exposing that fine pussy for his viewing pleasure. “Don’t move. And if you move, I will have to get…more inventive in my punishment. You don’t want that.”

She stroked his shoulder. Was it his imagination, or did her hand shake subtly at the mention of punishment? That might merit some investigation later. “Really?”

“Uh-huh.” He slipped down and put his legs on the floorboard. Definite gymnastics to make this work. He was a lot taller than she was. He pressed a kiss against her thigh.

She jerked in response.

He moved his hands to the sides of her hips to stay her. “Stop.” He sounded authoritative.

She settled down in response to him. Didn’t move a centimeter as he layered kisses along her skin and moved up toward the promised land. Couldn’t wait to see if she tasted as good as she’d smelled.

A nip here.

A tongue lap there.

She tried to shift her body away from him and put a hand on his shoulder. “Zach…”

He lightly tapped as close to her butt as he could get without going there as it lay against the door. “Don’t make me spank you. I will do that.”

Another anxious giggle. “I… You’re serious.” She sounded as though she hadn’t been sure of something but now was.

“Yes. Don’t move.” What was wrong? Maybe she was having second thoughts about this even without Quinn being in the picture. Dammit, why couldn’t he ever catch a break? “Are you okay? Need to stop?”

A moment of silence. Then a small voice. “I’m…productive when it comes to this. To oral sex. We’re in your car. I don’t want to…get come all over your seat.” Another titter.

So that was what was bothering her. She couldn’t be any more prolific than he’d been with her. Or Quinn had been with him. The thought of the man in his mouth shooting his load.
Ummmm
. He rose up to gaze into her beautiful face, trying to push away those thoughts. Her gaze shone in the light from the street lamp. “It’s okay. I don’t mind.” He tried to reassure with his touch as much as his words.

“Zach…”

“Seriously.” He pulled down the back end of her skirt a little in an attempt to make her feel better, as if she had something under her. Not that it would help squelch any moisture. “I own a steam cleaner. But I want to do this now. To you. For you.” He added, “Please let me.” It was as close to asking as he’d ever come.

A soft sigh. He felt her body rise and fall with it. “Okay.”

He went back to nibbling her skin along her thigh. Such a supple muscle. Hers was smaller than Quinn’s. Less packed. Less hairy. So odd how he could like them both despite them being so different. Yet he did. Couldn’t get one out of his mind when with the other. Much to his chagrin.

Unless they were together at the same time…

He’d be pounding in Josie’s pussy while Quinn lay behind her and pressed into her anus. They would have to slide her back and forth as they worked together to bring her to orgasm.

A wonderful image.

But not what he was doing currently. He tried to refocus on the woman in front of him. He moved up toward her pussy and noticed something he hadn’t before.

She was trimmed.

Not bare. But she had obviously worked with a razor on the intimate bits. His body shuddered.

A cock was just as beautiful. Especially Quinn’s cock.

He banished his misgivings as best he could. He needed to give this woman pleasure. And he’d succeed if it killed him.

He drew his tongue along her inner thigh.

A moan.

From her.

He could feel her shaking.

He drew up, and she trembled more. Anticipation of what was to come. He was a little off-balance himself.

He thrust his tongue into her and licked from bottom to top, letting his tongue delve in.

She spread her thighs as wide as they could go. She grasped at his shoulders. Clumsily. As if she couldn’t quite get purchase.

He started at her top and wiggled his tongue through her, swinging side to side as he left no spot unlicked on his movement down her fine pussy. He tasted her. The woman. Her flavor was as good as her smell. He could feel her panties still bunched up in his pocket.

He flicked his tongue back and forth over her as quickly as he could make the touches.

She rolled her hips around with a deep moan. He heard her scratching at the door, the sound loud in the quiet car.

He centered on her clit and kept his tongue moving it around and around. Inserted his index finger into her depths and created a rhythm similar to the one his mouth kept up.

Her juices ran freely. She was wonderfully wet. So wild. Each touch of his mouth ignited her.

Just like Quinn.

Quinn’s cock had been something to savor. His thick and heavy dick. His wonderful muscles.

So different from this curvaceous thing in front of him.

Yet so much the same.

They’d each be a wonderful complement to the other when they made love with him. If only he could believe he could get that.

He sucked her clit into his mouth, trying to banish all thoughts of cock. He was rough, not careful at all.

She keened, crying his name with a high-pitched scream that echoed in the lonely vehicle.

He didn’t stop but kept right on strumming her. Drumming on her. Until she came again. Her hips bucked wildly.

Only then did he relent and pull away.

She panted, staring up at him with eyes that shone in the darkness like headlights. Her body glittered with a sheen of sweat.

He captured her gaze with his and moved up. He quickly retrieved the condom as he shook out his leg. His knee hurt from the enforced position he’d been in. He slipped the condom on his engorged cock.

She let out a small gasp. “Ready to go again, huh?”

After doing that to her, of course he’d be ready. He’d brought her over the edge into orgasm.

Her face had been beautiful.

Like Quinn’s when he climaxed.

He shifted his body up.
No cock thoughts
. An impossibility. But he’d focus on the pussy in front of him.

He slipped into her easily. Even with the sheath on, he could tell she was drenched in her come.

Making him wet with her juices.

He shuddered.

Started slow but quickly sped up the pace. In and out, until he was pounding. Pounding into her succulent flesh.

Until he couldn’t take it anymore.

And exploded.

His body shattered into a million pieces. At least that was what it felt like. He came down from a cloud, still in the uncomfortable position he’d been in.

He couldn’t catch his breath. It kept running from him.

She pressed a small hand to his chest, and he moved from her. The condom hung from his cock, full of white. “Do you have a tissue or something?”

He couldn’t speak but pointed to the front. It was all he was capable of right now. Even that move rattled all his senses.

She grabbed the tissue box from between the seats and took out one square. She gasped him in firm hands and pulled off the condom.

He hissed with the release of his cock from the liquid and the latex. Still couldn’t form any words.

She lay in the crook of his arm and put her dainty feet up on his seat. Her shoes were kicked off on the floorboard. “That was something else.”

He nodded. More than he’d ever expected.

She started laughing and pointed to his windows. They were fogged up. It wasn’t even that cold outside. “Guess everyone knows what we’ve been doing in here, huh?” She didn’t sound bothered.

“I don’t think anyone’s out there. And if they are, screw ’em.” His heartbeat was finally slowing. He tried to suck in as much air into his chest as he could.

“This was amazing, Zach.”

Yes. It had been. With Quinn, he’d been worried he’d still been thinking about her. With her, he still thought about Quinn, but he now had something he’d not had before lingering deep inside him.

Hope.

Maybe they could make this work. She’d been open to so much in the backseat of his car. Maybe she’d be open to so much more. Maybe so would Quinn. This had been an incredible round of sex. With Quinn, it had been as spectacular.

Nothing says you can’t be spectacular as a threesome
. A fully involved one that had them all together, and he didn’t need to worry about either-or, only and.

“Guess I should put on my underwear now.” She held out a hand. Her appendages were so much smaller than his. She wasn’t a tiny woman, but she appeared to be next to him and Quinn.

He couldn’t wait to get them together. “Nuh-uh.”

“Nuh-uh?” She turned to face him and cocked her head like a puzzled cat.

“I’m keeping them.” He winked at her. He had no intention of giving back the panties for a while. They would be something for him to catch her scent. To think of tonight. To gather hope.

“Oh? Going to dress in drag?” She flexed her toned calf muscles. The skirt was hanging down. He realized if anyone were in front of them, she’d be giving them a show of epic proportions. He should know. He’d just had it.

“No. I leave that to Rose.” Leave it to Rose, who had made suggestions to him. Who knew if he would have acted on them without her prodding? Dammit, but the diva might be instrumental in getting them together.

She chuckled. “Yeah. So why keep them?” She gave him a sultry pout that rivaled the best model out there.

“They give me hope. That we can work this out.” He reached over to squeeze her thigh. He felt the muscles bunch up under his fingers.

“Ah. That’s sweet.” She grinned, showing all her teeth. “I like that.” She blew out a soft sigh.

They sat in the car for several minutes. The silence was comforting. The fact they didn’t have to talk to fill the space was fulfilling.

“So I guess this all worked out.” She closed her eyes and let her head loll to the side. “We can be together, all three of us.”

His body went rigid in anticipation. Couldn’t help the involuntary action. This was a watershed moment for him.

“You can see Quinn and have nookie with him.” She scratched her knee. And she dashed his hopes, and his body sank lower in the seat. “I can see Quinn, and then you and I can see each other. Everyone’s got what they want.”