Sweetest Salvation (8 page)

Andy stroked his cock up and
down and spread the pre-cum over his length. He was wide and long, probably
bigger than she’d ever had inside her before.

No.

No, she couldn’t compare him
to anyone else.
Especially…

Dammit
.

Pulling her hand from his
pants, she moaned as his teeth found her nipple. He bit down on her hard. She
gasped, back arching, and pushed it farther into his mouth.

Hands at his waist, she
applied pressure to walk backward toward the sofa. His head lifted and his gaze
met hers. He cupped her cheeks and angled his head low.

She pulled back a bit and
smiled at him, putting on a brave face. His lips were a temptation she had a
hard time battling.

Andy tucked her fingers back
into his pants, and pushed them off his hips. Her hand circled his cock again
and pumped him.

“Sweetheart,” he
groaned,
eyes heavy with desire and heat.

“
Shh
,”
Andy whispered. She gave him a gentle shove to sit on the center of the sofa
and removed his shoes and clothing.

Dressed only in a red
t-shirt, his cock standing at full attention, he made Andy’s mouth water. She
averted her gaze and tried to resist the intimacy of taking him in her mouth.
They’d agreed to have sex. That was all she intended to do.

She caught sight of the
remote on the table beside the couch. With a grin directed at Hunter, she said,
“Let’s see what we have behind the curtain.”

He reached out a hand. “No,
Andy, let it just be the two of us…”

“
Shh
,
let’s just take a peek.”

The black curtain opened to
reveal a brunette sandwiched between two large and well-built men. One lay back
on the bed, his cock inside her as she straddled him. The other had his cock
shoved inside her ass, and they both fucked her.

Andy had the full view of
their asses, could see the two cocks and watched the woman’s hips move. She
looked down at the remote in her hand and hit the “up” button. Moans and sighs
filled the room she and Hunter were in. She lowered the volume a couple octaves
so it wasn’t so loud, her gaze riveted to the scene before her.

Though she would never want
to be with two men, threesomes always fascinated her. To have four hands touch
her wherever she needed them was a seductive temptation. It simply wasn’t for
her. But damn, it was erotic as hell to watch.

She looked back at Hunter,
surprised to find his gaze on her rather than the scene in the adjoining room.
She winked and undid the button of her slacks. Her fingers slid inside the
waistband and turned as she pushed them down her hips to give Hunter a full
view of her ass and barely covered pussy.
 
Clad only in a blue thong, her ass high, she made slow work of pulling
the slacks over her feet and heels.

His guttural moan spurred her
on and she wiggled. She ran her hands along the inside of her thighs, stopping
just before her fingers touched her covered sex. She was about to turn and face
him when his hands clasped her waist and yanked her onto his lap.

Back to his chest, his cock
wedged against her damp thong, Andy leaned back. Her head dropped onto his
shoulder. She moaned as his fingers found her nipples and his tongue lapped her
ear.

“Look at them, Andy,” Hunter
directed. “Look at how much she loves those cocks.”

Her gaze locked on the trio
through the window. The woman’s moans, just the sounds alone, went straight to
her pussy. It was naughty and almost depraved to be so turned-on by another
person’s gasps and sighs of pleasure, but Andy felt every noise throughout her
body.

She wiggled her feet out of
her shoes, lifted her legs onto the edge of the sofa and used her feet to help
her rub against Hunter’s cock.

His hand slid from her
breast, down her stomach and between her legs. He gently rubbed her flesh through
the lace thong, and her hips rose to meet each movement eagerly.

Her head angled so he could
only reach her neck. She shivered as his teeth scraped the skin. Hunter
continued to nibble on the skin as her hips moved against his fingers. Moisture
seeped through the lace. The wetness on his fingers made it easier for the
material to rub her clit.

“Would you ever let two men
fuck you, Andy?”

The question took her by
surprise. Her hips slowed, his fingers stopped the torturous pleasure on her
clit.

She swallowed. “No. I love to
watch, but I don’t think I could ever share myself like that.”

Hunter’s fingers resumed
their ministrations and slipped around the lace. He pulled hard and tore the
thong from her body. She gasped and her legs fell back, widening further.

She watched Hunter lift the
scrap of material to his face and breathed in her scent. His cock hit against
her clit, and Andy jerked. The pleasure on his face was wonderful. She’d never
seen him look that way before. That he found her essence so pleasurable filled
her with confidence and sexual empowerment.

Calm
down. Remember, keep it just sex.

Andy’s gaze shifted back to
the trio on the other side of the window. She grasped Hunter’s cock and pressed
it against her clit. Her hips canted against it, moisture flooding her channel,
and she arched her back.

Hunter’s fingers tangled with
hers as he pulled his cock away. “I can’t reach the condoms, sweetheart.”

Andy pinched her nipples,
eliciting a moan from him. She sat up and looked over her shoulder.

His gaze captured hers,
desire and the honesty he’d always shown her over the years shining bright.

Andy reached forward and
picked up a silver packet out of a bowl on the table.

His hand slid down her back,
rubbed her spine up and down. “I’m clean too. If you don’t want one, we don’t
need it. Unless…”

She shook her head, and
whispered, “I’m still on the pill because of woman issues. But you know there
are no guarantees. It’s best to be safe.”

She tore open the package,
put one foot on the floor and lifted her hips from his lap. She gasped when his
fingers slid into her pussy as she rolled the condom over his length.

“Fuck, you’re so wet,” Hunter
growled, lust making his voice harsh.

Andy rode his fingers up and
down, hips dropping hard. It wasn’t enough. His cock looked much wider and
longer. He’d go as deep as she needed, she was sure of it.

She lifted off his fingers
and resumed her reclining position against him, chest to back, and planted her
feet on the edge of the sofa. With Hunter’s hands at her waist to help, she
lifted and put his cock against her.

Hunter moaned in her ear,
face buried in the curve of her neck.

Her gaze locked on the trio
in front of her. The woman was on her knees, sucking both cocks, alternating
between each one.

Hunter’s cock slid inside
her, stretching the walls of her channel. Once buried deep, neither moved. His
breath was hot against her neck, fingers pinching her nipples gently.

Andy closed her eyes and absorbed
the feel of him inside her. Full, tight, burrowed deep, she didn’t know where
he ended and she began.

“Andy, love,” he whispered.

Andy’s eyes opened wide and
her heart pitched. No, that word had no value here. She cleared her thoughts
and lifted her hips.

His cock eased in and out of
her. She used his chest behind her as a brace and moved her hips.

“Christ,” Hunter moaned
behind her, but she didn’t want to hear his voice.

She sat up and grabbed her
knees. Using them for leverage, her hips rose and fell, seating him deep inside
her each time she came down.

Yes, perfect! He hit her in
exactly the right spot, going so deep, the pinch of pain was there.

“Andy, slow down,” Hunter
demanded.

His hands came around her
waist as if to slow her, but she put her own over his wrists to hold him in
position.

“Fuck me, Hunter,”

“
Dammit
,
shit. I can’t resist you.”

Andy laughed, free in the
swells of rapture that coursed through her. She rode his cock strong and
steady; her pussy wept. Her juices made it even easier for him to hit the mark
without any resistance.

Her hips jerked. An orgasm
was just out of reach.

His hands tightened on her.
“Your pussy feels so good around my cock. I’ll never get enough.”

Her gaze locked on the two
men through the window. Cum spilled from their cocks as the woman between them
tried to catch it all in her mouth.

Andy shouted in rapture as
she rode Hunter’s cock. The swift pace pushed her closer and closer to the
edge.

As his hands at her waist helped
her to move in perfect rhythm, Andy lowered hers and grabbed her breasts. She
pinched and pulled her nipples, feeling the pleasurable sting wash over her.
She shivered and gasped.

“I’ve got to cum,
sweetheart,” Hunter growled. “
Goddammit
, shit, it’s
too good.”

“Cum for me.
Give me everything.”

Her orgasm drew closer and
her pussy tightened around him as she felt his dick swell. Andy couldn’t
believe that there was any room for him to grow.

“You have everything that I
am, Andy.”

The comment brought tears to
her eyes. This was a bad idea. But she couldn’t stop. He felt too good inside
her. His cock slid along her tight walls and made her crazy.

She dropped her right hand to
her clit and rubbed. As Hunter pumped into her pussy, her swollen clit begged to
be touched. Her body tightened and her head fell back.

“Hunter!” Andy screamed as
her release washed over her.

He continued to maneuver her
hips over his cock as her juices spilled from her. Her sighs and gasps were
loud to her ears, but she didn’t care. The eruption washed over her and her
hands dropped back to his sides. She clenched his strong hips as another orgasm
swam toward her. Her vision blurred and everything went black as the wave
crashed over her.

Andy heard Hunter shout her
name and his dick pulsated inside her as he found his own release.

Their heavy breathing was
harsh as their hips finally slowed and bodies relaxed.

Her hands slid off his sides
and her arms fell on the couch. She leaned back, sedate and out of breath. He
worshipped her neck with kisses.

She closed her eyes, mind
spinning. And not just from the fantastic release she’d just had.

This kind of connection with
Hunter was a very bad idea. As the thought formed in her head, he wrapped his
arms around her and lowered their bodies onto the couch. He pulled a thin
blanket off the back of it and arranged it over them.

Beside him, his arms snug
around her, warmth seeped into her bones. She really needed to get up and
leave. It would be better to end this now. But her eyelids refused to lift and
she couldn’t move an inch.

Content to lie there for a
few moments, Andy relaxed and listened to his deep breathing. She smiled,
pleased that she’d exhausted him as much as he did her.

While his chest rose and fell
against her back, a peace she hadn’t felt in a long time washed over her. Like
a sense of calm that eased her mind and soul.

As sleep tried pulled her
under, Andy was too tired to fight the realization that Hunter’s face—not
Patrick or Peter’s—was the last thing on her mind as she surrendered to the
darkness.

Chapter Five

“Come in,” Andy called after
she heard a knock on the door.

“Andy, dear,” Mrs. Morrow
greeted as she entered the room. “Here’s your tea, just how you like it.”

The Bed and Breakfast owner
was one of Andy’s favorite people in the world. Since meeting her the first
time when she and Patrick vacationed here on Wolfe Island, the older woman
instantly found a place within her heart. The grandmotherly type—now a retired
psychologist——she was the perfect hostess who enjoyed taking care of everyone.

Andy always found her easy to
love.

“Oh, thank you.” Andy placed
her clothes in the drawer and reached out to take the tray from her. “You
always know just what I need.”
 
She
placed it on the dresser, then cupped the mug in her hand and waved Mrs. Morrow
to sit down. “Have a seat, please. How have you been?”

“I’ve been fine, just
fine.”
 
Andy smiled a little as the older
woman started fluffing the pillows on the bed instead of taking a seat. Her
hostess always had to make sure everything was perfect for her guests.
 
“I’m glad to see you, my dear.”

“I’m happy to come back. I had
to be here.” Andy shook her head and set the mug on the side table. Clenching
her fists in her lap, she blew out a shaky breath. “I guess I don’t know why
the need drove me here but it did.”