Vivian Arend - Falling, Freestyle

“Holy shit.” Dara straightened, her body tightened and she came. Her sex tightened around his fingers, a long low keen of delight escaped her lips. She shook in his grasp, head writhing from side to side until the shaking diminished. Jack swore as his climax hit, strands of semen spurting from his cock to coat her lower back and buttocks. The sticky moisture smeared between them, her fingers wiggling against him and drawing out his pleasure.

Stars floated before his eyes.

Kane’s hand withdrew and he pulled Dara forward to cradle her against his body. Jack shook off his own lingering stupor to undo the straps from her wrists, the rippp of the Velcro loud in the room, carrying above the harsh sound of their erratic breathing.

Holy shit was right. She’d reacted so beautifully, he was still in a cold sweat from all the possibilities flashing through his mind. If he had his way, he’d pick her up, carry her to the master bedroom, tie her to the bed and start all over. But that would hardly be fair, not to her, not to Kane.

The battle between the bonds of friendship and the desires in his belly was fierce, but short. Tonight, he’d put aside his remaining hungers, but he needed some space if he wasn’t going to act on his yearnings.

Jack rubbed her wrists tenderly, massaging her arms and lifting them around Kane’s neck. “Why don’t you take her to the shower? Have a nice hot one, then head to bed. Tomorrow is going to come early, and we’ve got a reputation to maintain of setting the first tracks of the day.”

Dara twisted in Kane’s arms, confusion on her face. “What about you?”

He smiled reassuringly. “Shower’s too small for three. You guys go ahead.”

Kane stood and jostled her for second, attempting to balance with his open jeans and still carry her.

“Put me down, you idiot, you’re going to hurt something.”

“Sack of potatoes…”

Dara slapped playfully at Kane as he wiggled until he could flip her over his shoulder. She squealed, Kane laughed, and something warm and tender lit in Jack’s belly in spite of the acid bite of jealousy. They were friends—at the root of it all they knew how to care for each other.

He watched Kane walk down the hall, Dara bouncing on his shoulder. She lifted herself up, happy face smiling as she blew Jack a kiss before disappearing from sight into the bathroom.

Jack hauled himself off the floor to collapse on the couch. As the sound of the shower clicked on in the distance, he stared into the fire. Tonight had done nothing but offer more convincing evidence that he truly wanted to be with Dara.

And proof that sharing her was going to be the hardest thing he’d ever done.

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Rule #6—You must have sufficient physical dexterity to safely ride all lifts…

The distant sound of Kane’s slightly off-key singing woke her. Either that or it was the violent shaking of the mattress as Jack threw himself beside her, wrapped his arms around her and tickled. Dara squirmed, attempting to wiggle free.

“Damn it, Jack, stop.” The quilt was toasty warm from Kane’s body and she didn’t want to lose the lazy sensation in her limbs. She’d forgotten how much she loved sharing a bed. No cold toes, cuddles all night long. Relaxed from their shower the previous night, she’d crawled into Kane’s arms and promptly fallen asleep. Waking in the night and rolling to find a warm body to snuggle against had been a little bit of heaven.

Still half-asleep, she lost the battle with Jack. Somehow he managed to pin her under his heavy body and she gave up, temporarily. She mock-glared up at his beautiful smile. “Jerk.”

“Hmm, good morning, sunshine. I see you’re bright and chipper today. Ready for a hearty breakfast? Porridge, eggs, kippers…”

Her stomach rolled. “Good Lord, that sounds disgusting.”

Jack grinned at her. “How about a chocolate banana smoothie instead?”

“Now you’re talking.” One of his legs nestled between hers and she savoured the weight of him against her body. Except for one thing.

“Think you can ease off my bladder there, big guy? I’m going to have an accident.”

Jack laughed and rolled, finishing with her on top of him. He nuzzled against her neck and cradled her close. “Sorry.”

“No worries. How long until the first chair starts?”

“An hour.”

“An hour? Sheesh, Jack, why’d you wake me so early?”

He tugged her against himself, naked except for a pair of plain boxers. “I need a little one-on-one time.”

His lips were gentle against her throat and the caress felt fabulous. “Where’s Kane?” she asked.

“In the shower.”

She dragged her fingers through his hair, loving the soft brush against her fingers. “You didn’t join us last night.”

He was quiet for a moment, his gaze scanning her face intently. “Wasn’t sure how well we’d sleep with three people in a bed. Besides, you and Kane were wrapped up together pretty tight.”

She pressed down on his chest, leaning away from him. “You watched us?”

“Just making sure you were all right. Last night—was everything okay with you?”

Was she okay? Even now the thought of the previous evening made her wet. There was certainly no problem with physical compatibility between either her and Kane, or her and Jack. “I loved it.”

His face softened, the concern written there easing.

Dara rested her head on his chest and listened to his heartbeat. Yesterday had opened her eyes to a side of Jack she’d never seen before. He’d always been her protector. Last night had taken the level of trust she had in him to a new level. Being restrained had been wicked-hot, made so much better by the knowledge she had absolutely nothing to fear. Not with Jack guarding even as he guided her through the experience. She hadn’t realized how much giving control over to another person would turn her on. Reading about it in her books was nothing compared to the reality.

She could get to like it. A lot.

Jack twisted them slightly, resting on his side, pulling his knee up while keeping her leg draped over his. The position opened her, the bottom edge of the oversized T-shirt she wore as a sleep shirt sliding toward her waist. The soft brush of his fingers over her hip and the swell of her butt sent a shiver up her spine.

He kissed along her jaw, over her cheek and up to her ear. “I can’t stop thinking about you. I need to know how you taste,” he whispered.

His hand continued to glide in slow even circles on her body, never moving any closer to her core. Dara threaded her fingers into his hair and pulled their mouths together, licking at his lips even as she opened her legs invitingly.

Jack laughed softly against her mouth. “You’re a demanding little creature, aren’t you?”

“Hmm, sometimes.”

“Me too.” He leaned back, putting space between their upper bodies. “Place your hand on my chest.”

His whole tone changed. It wasn’t cruel or harsh, but it was definitely an order. She dragged her fingers down his throat until she felt the muscular ridges of his chest. Her palm absorbed the heat radiating out from his bare skin. She traced small circles on his skin, relishing the opportunity to explore him so intimately.

His gaze trapped hers. “Don’t move.”

Dara smiled and pressed her open hand to his skin and froze it there. He stared into her eyes, observing, evaluating. Her pulse kicked up a notch as the endless circles he’d been making on her hip changed and he slid his fingers under the edge of her panties. It was the work of a moment to tug them to the side. A finger parted her already wet curls—just being with him had made her needy. Made her ready, and when he slid two fingers deep into her sex, she moaned aloud.

All motion stopped.

His voice whispered tantalizingly over her skin. “I’m sorry. I forgot to warn you. No noises either. Understand?”

She blinked and squeezed her lips together.

“Good girl.” He slid his fingers in and out a few times, nicking her clitoris with his thumb on every thrust. Dara concentrated hard to remain still, to not pump her hips toward his hand to add to the intensity.

Suddenly his fingers left her and she bit back her protest. She was nowhere near done. Empty, aching. He brought his hand up to his nose and breathed deeply, moisture glistening on his fingers.

Her heart skipped a beat.

“Fabulous. I wonder if you’re as sweet as I think you’ll be?” Jack flipped his hand around and brushed his fingertips against her lips, the scent of her arousal strong in her nostrils as he painted her lips with her own cream.

Then he kissed her. Nibbles and licks, tiny bites to her lower lip before dragging it into his mouth and lapping all traces of moisture away. A heavy pulse beat in her core, along with a throbbing desire to be filled, but she remembered to stay still in spite of the temptation to rub against him. As he kissed her, he returned his hand to cup her mound, holding her firmly, but without enough pressure for her to reach a climax.

She was painfully close from only his kisses.

His tongue thrust into her mouth and she suckled it happily, imagining it plunging instead into her heated core. Wishing there was something filling her up. The kiss went on and on, and all the while she was conscious this was Jack she was kissing—her friend, her confidant. He held a piece of her heart, and now he seemed to have found the key to her body.

He drew back, breathless, eyes dark with desire, pupils dilated. He stared at her for a long moment before speaking. “You are very sweet. Thank you for sharing with me.”