Vivian Arend - Falling, Freestyle

“Now. I’m ready.”

“You need a litt—”

“Now!” Dara jammed herself back on his fingers. Wanting more. Wanting it all. Jack withdrew his hand and suddenly the hard tip of his cock was against her. Kane cupped her face and watched closely. She breathed out slowly as Jack pressed in, the flared head of his cock spreading her in two until he got past the tight outer muscle. He stopped and she screwed up her face.

“You okay?” Kane whispered.

“Not enough. Make him move, make him—”

“Do it, Jack,” Kane ordered.

Jack rocked slightly, the lube between them easing his way but the fire… Oh my God, she was going to go up in flames and he wasn’t even halfway in.

“I don’t want to hurt you, sweetheart.”

She groaned in frustration. “It doesn’t hurt. It feels good.”

Jack grunted, continuing his slow progression until his groin hit her ass. He rested his sweaty forehead on her back and groaned. “Thank God, because this is fucking incredible.”

Dara blew out a long breath and all three of them paused. Kane nuzzled her neck. “You ready for the triple chair?”

“High speed?”

“The only way to ride.”

Jack adjusted his stance carefully, allowing Kane to support her hips slightly higher. That opened up enough room for Kane to withdraw, the mushroomed head of his cock clinging to her opening. As he pressed in, Jack pulled out, his shaft teasing the nerves deep within and making her sing with delight. One after another they thrust in, slowly increasing their speed, increasing the pressure. The angle brought Kane’s groin hard against her clit on each drive and the building orgasm notched up another level.

“So. Damn. Tight.” Jack’s words snuck out through rigidly controlled gasps.

“I can feel…” Kane broke off and squinted. He swallowed hard and canted his hips again to drive in still harder. “Are you close, Dara?”

“Umm-hum.” She ground hard on his abdomen on each pass, “Just a—”

She came apart. Her orgasm rippled along her sheath, clutching Kane’s cock. Jack rammed inside her ass, the friction oh so good, and another sudden burst of pleasure exploded. The sensation of her ass pulsing in rhythmical waves caught her by surprise.

“Holy fuck.” Jack crushed her hips against him and locked himself deep as her body squeezed and throbbed around both men.

Dara dug her fingernails into Kane’s arm as she gasped for control. Sexual satisfaction rolled over her, more and more waves, until she couldn’t stay upright and collapsed onto Kane’s chest.

He clasped her close. His hips jerked against her, but he kept his grasp careful even as he spoke softly.

“That was the most fucking incredible experience in my life.”

Dara laughed and turned her head so she could listen to the rapid pounding under her ear. Her own heart slammed in the same tempo. Jack withdrew from her body, returning with a warm washcloth. He cleaned her gently before crawling beside them, leaning over to kiss the back of her neck. Tender. Soft. His words brushed her ear. “Thank you.”

Kane embraced her carefully as he rolled them to the side. His bright blue eyes examined her face, the corner of his mouth cricking up into a smile. “Yes, thank you. For sharing yourself with us. For being an awesome friend.”

She kissed his nose before collapsing back, one arm sprawled over each of their torsos. “What? No thank you ‘for kicking our butts on the ski hill, oh most wonderful goddess on skis’?”

They all laughed. Kane left her in Jack’s arms to hit the bathroom. Jack slid her closer, grabbing the top sheet from the floor and draping it over their naked bodies. “You can kick my butt on the ski slope any day.”

Dara scrambled for words. She wanted to say something. Wanted to tell Jack what was bubbling inside her heart. “Jack…”

He tucked her head under his chin and cradled against his long lean body. “Yeah, sweetheart?”

She slid her fingers over his back, along the muscles that shifted as he protected her and held her close. What could she say? She still had no idea which of the guys was the one for her. Misery tried to intrude, but she fought the emotions down. She wouldn’t let any regrets mar tonight. She was glad, oh so glad, of the opportunity.

“Dara? What’s up?”

She snuggled in tighter. “Umm, can we have burgers for dinner?”

He slipped his hand intimately over her belly and spooned her tight against his body. “For you, anything.”

She closed her eyes and prayed he really meant it.

Alpine Responsibility Code

Rule #9—Venture “Out of Bounds” at your own risk…

Kane drummed his fingers on the steering wheel. He adjusted the volume on the speakers. Glanced out the window at the rapidly fading daylight and flicked the truck wipers off and on.

“Enough already. Your fidgeting is driving me crazy.” Jack adjusted Dara as she snoozed in his arms. They’d skied their hearts out until the final chair stopped running, piled into the truck, and she’d been asleep almost before they left the parking lot.

“I can’t help it. I’m trying to figure out what we’re going to do.”

Jack stared out the front window. Kane gave him time, trying to shove his own chaotic thoughts into order. Was he even sure what he wanted? At the start of the weekend he’d had all these grandiose plans. Dara would fall in love with him, Jack would be fine with it, and they’d kind of carry on like the three friends they’d always been. Stupid really, now that he’d had more time to think about it. And after seeing the way Dara responded to Jack—he wasn’t sure he could deny her being with his friend. There were certainly things Jack could provide for Dara that he just wasn’t into. For a weekend, it had been fine, but if he never saw a set of restraints again, he’d be happy.

Dara wiggled, settling tighter against Jack’s chest. She slipped her legs out and Kane guided her into the most comfortable position. He smoothed her sweat pants over her thighs. She reached out and caught hold of him and damn if his throat didn’t tighten.

He didn’t want to give her up.

“Jack, man, talk to me.”

“You going all girly on me? Want to talk about emotions and shit?”

Kane gave him the finger and Jack laughed softly. Kane tried again. “Jack, I don’t want to lose you as a friend.”

“You’re not going to. Holy crap, what are you thinking about over there? It’s not going to be simple, but for now, don’t make it more complicated than it needs to be. We’re going home after a kick-ass ski trip. We’ve got the pictures and bruises to prove it.”

“And the fact we fucked our best friend silly for three nights doesn’t even come into it?”

Jack grunted at him in disgust. “You eat with that mouth? We didn’t just fuck her.”

Silence fell again. A light sprinkle of snow had begun to fall and the headlamps shone into a hazy distance. It was kinda surreal, holding this conversation in muted tones so they wouldn’t disturb Dara as she slept.

Kane couldn’t let it rest. “That’s what I’m saying. It was more than a sex-fest. She’s not just our fuck-buddy, she’s our friend. All for one and all that.”

“Exactly. So we go home. We give ourselves a bit of time to get settled into a normal routine. Then we worry about the next step. That’s the logical thing to do. Simple.”

Right. Simple. And impossible. How was he supposed to go home and just let Dara go back to hanging out with them casually when he wanted to have her around 24/7? In his bed, and out of it.

“I don’t think that’s a great idea.”

Jack sighed, his exasperation clear. “Look, you think we should ask her to join us in the sack for the rest of the week? The month? How long you going to drag this out, Kane? She’s not a toy for us to play with.”

“Don’t be a shithead. I know that. That’s not what I’m suggesting at all.”

“What, you enjoyed being naked around me so much you want to keep that part of it up?”

Kane clutched the steering wheel. “It wasn’t so bad. I can handle it.”

Jack snorted in derision. “I noticed. I think you more than handled it. In fact, it felt fucking good when we were both inside her. I felt every move you made. Did that turn you on, Kane? Our dicks basically rubbing against each other?”

Kane shot a quick glare at his friend. “Now you’re just trying to piss me off.”

“Answer the question.”

Bloody bastard. “It didn’t bug me, okay? That was the hottest thing I’ve ever done, and it was because it was Dara, and it was you. My two best damn friends in the whole world. If that makes me gay, so be it. There. I was honest. Now, let’s hear your confession. You thought the whole weekend rocked, and if there was one thing you’d beg for, it would be for this to be our real life.”

“Real life? You’re insane. People don’t live in trios. People don’t set up houses with two guys and girl, not without a lot of shit down the road.”

Kane zipped his mouth shut and concentrated on driving for a while. The snow flashed by in sheets, and he had to slow to barely moving to keep on the curvy road. They were obviously at an impasse. For now, getting Jack to admit anything was futile. Stubborn asshole. It was part of the reason they’d always gotten along so well—Kane knew when to shut up and when to push.

This was shut-up time. Jack wasn’t ready to listen to reason.

Kane laughed softly at himself. Reason. Really? Somehow in the past thirty minutes he’d come to the conclusion that being with Dara and Jack was a good, scratch that, a fucking fantastic idea.