Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Heat

Matt stripped his belt away from her wrists, then tugged her shirt and bra free.

Gabe was already stroking her curves, her skin shining velvety smooth in the low lighting. “God, I need some more of you.”

Helen crowded against Gabe’s body as he kissed her again. Matt stepped away until his back hit the wall, watching. Weighing his reaction. That was his lover, his woman, being caressed by another. Gabe’s hands stayed gentle on her torso as he lowered his hands to cup her ass and squeeze the rounded cheeks.

Anger struck for a second, and Matt beat it down. Helen dropped her head back and the moan of passion whispering from her lips firmed his resolve. She wanted this—he had to be strong enough to make this everything she wanted.

Because goddamn if he’d ever, ever do it again.

In spite of his jealousy, his dick was rock hard. Matt felt no discomfort undressing in front of his cousin—as if Gabe gave a shit. Hell, they’d found their first Penthouse together and shared the damn thing, jacking off without a care not even two feet from each other. Matt tore down his jeans and kicked his feet free, stripping away his briefs and moving back to reclaim Helen.

She turned to face him, chest heaving, eyes wide. She smiled, a wicked, dirty expression that was quickly explained as she dropped to her knees before him.

Shitfuckdamn. Matt stared down as she wrapped a hand around his cock and pumped, her eyes never straying from his. “You planning on doing something with that, sweetheart?”

She licked her lips. Stroked again, cupping her other hand under his balls and rolling them. Without answering, she moved. Her lips circled the head of his cock, and she slipped forward, engulfing his entire length at one go. Hot, wet pleasure slid up his spine, and his vision blurred. She sucked hard, clutching his ass, nails digging into his skin. Behind her, Gabe was busy ridding himself of his clothes.

Matt threaded his fingers through her hair and held on tight, pulling the strands back to get a cleaner shot of his dick disappearing into her hot mouth. “Suck me. That’s it. Good and wet. Get my balls now—hell yeah, that’s the way.”

He thrust a little deeper. Helen tilted her head back to allow him to bump the back of her throat. Stars floated before his eyes, and pressure built in his balls. Another thrust, and another. Helen arched her back and let him fuck her mouth. He slowed. Took a long plunge deep into her mouth and held himself there with her nose tight to his belly. Her throat convulsed around him.

“Goddamn, that’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen,” Gabe muttered.

Matt tilted Helen’s face toward him as his cock pulled from her lips with a pop.

She panted for breath, but her gaze kept darting between him and Gabe.

Matt smoothed his fingers through her hair, the heavy weight of anticipation in his dick easing off. Taking a breather was a good thing—he didn’t want to explode yet.

“You want to try him on for size?”

Helen nodded, not a word spoken, but anticipation in her eyes.

Matt stepped back, still holding her head, and Gabe replaced him, cock in hand. “You sure have a pretty mouth, darling. Show me how good you are.”

He pressed the wet tip against her and she opened eagerly. Matt moved behind her, staying in contact, lifting her chin with a finger as Gabe slipped between her lips and groaned loudly.

Helen seemed eager to try everything, not simply rush to the final act. But even watching this—watching her give to Gabe—made it impossible to not want to dash forward. To hurry to the point they could shake his cousin out the door and be alone together.

He left their erotic tableau for a moment to strip back the bed sheets, tossing the pillows back onto the bed.

“Gabe—bring her here.”

His cousin eased away slowly, pausing just before the crest of his cock emerged to press all the way in one final time. Helen moaned, clutching his thighs for balance as he pulled free.

Gabe lifted Helen to her feet and guided her to the bed, his still-erect cock pressed to her hip. Matt took Helen by the hand and yanked her against his body. He ignored Gabe, catching her by the back of the head and kissing her hard. Her erect nipples poked his chest as she scratched her way up his back, nails digging in.

He stared into her eyes as he slipped a hand down her torso to cup her mound. His fingers rubbed against the slickness there, and she undulated her hips forward, looking for more than his teasing light touch.

As one they tumbled to the sheets. Their limbs tangled as he kissed and caressed, moving them together until she shook with desire. That’s when he rolled her belly down on top of the pillows, hips raised high in the air. He got her ready, his fingers skimming the crack between her cheeks. Pressed in the lube, slicking her up good, and his condom-covered cock as well. By the time it was his shaft pressing into her ass, Helen called out his name and came, just from his thorough preparation.

Satisfaction rolled over him as he clung to his control, the tight squeezes around him enough to make him go off like a firecracker if he wasn’t careful.

Matt wrapped a hand under her belly and lifted, rolling them both until he sat on the bed and she rested in his lap.

“Oh my God.” She dropped her head back on his shoulder, her thighs spread wide, feet dangling on the outside of his legs. “So full. Feels so good.”

“You gonna feel even fuller.” Gabe stepped forward, smiling that devil-may-care grin of his that twisted off the girls’ panties. He was wrestling on a condom.

Matt gasped as Helen tightened around him again. “Jesus, Gabe, get a fucking move on, or this will be a chain-reaction performance.”

He knew the moment Gabe touched her. She tensed, then relaxed, a gasp of pleasure slipping from her lips.

“Oh. My. God.” Helen lifted her hands to Gabe’s shoulders, her fingernails digging into his muscles, red marks and white appearing instantly along the indents.

“You have the most amazing pussy, darling. Hold on for the ride. You ready?”

Helen nodded. Matt wished he could say the same. He was beyond caring about anything but the noises escaping her lips. The sheer pleasure as Gabe and he alternated their way in and out of her body. Tighter than usual, even slick with lube and the moisture dripping from her core. Helen grunted as their rhythm changed and they both fucked her, thrusting simultaneously. Pushing her over the edge and letting themselves go along for the ride. It was crazy and wild and over the top.

Unfuckingbelieveable.

At the end of it, Gabe pulled away to collapse onto the bed near the edge of the mattress, allowing him and Helen the majority of the room. In the brainless, sated moments that followed, he and Gabe dealt with their condoms, then returned to touch and caress Helen. All three of them lay flat out and exhausted.

“Thank you, darling.”

That was all Gabe said as he planted a kiss on Helen’s sweaty forehead. He didn’t hit the bathroom, just pulled on his clothes and hightailed it out the door with a final wink and grin for Matt.

In the cleanup that followed, Matt worked patiently. He took his time to not only wash away all signs of Gabe, but to try and write himself alone into her heart. She snuggled in close, her lips tucked against his chin. The puffs of warmth from her mouth as her breathing slowed stroked him like perfumed air.

“Thank you, Matt.”

He kissed the tip of her nose. “Was it what you’d hoped for?”

Helen was quiet for a minute. “Yeah. I guess.”

She snuggled up again and was snoring softly in a few minutes.

Matt laid wake, too many thoughts in his brain to rest for a long, long time.

Jaxi crawled up on the concrete ledge outside the movie theater to wait next to Blake, resting a hand on his shoulder. “And I want licorice and the biggest damn bag of popcorn they’ve got.”

She held her grin even as Blake gave her the evil eye. “You want more to eat after what you already put away back at the house? I swear you ate half a side of beef all by your lonesome.”

As if. “Working around the ranch works up an appetite. Male or female. You should know that, oh Mr. Two ten-ounce steaks, three baked potatoes with all the works and… Now, how many pieces of pie did you eat?”

Blake twisted to stand between her legs. With the height of the ledge, that put their eyes at the exact same level, and he leaned forward to rest his forehead against hers. “Okay, fine. I won’t tease you about being able to out-eat me if you promise not to count slices of dessert anymore.”

Jaxi wrapped her arms around his neck and squeezed tight. Man-oh-living, this wooing thing or dating or whatever the heck they were doing had turned out to be a heck of a good time. It was everything she’d wanted.

He turned to greet Matt and Helen, keeping hold of her fingers in his. Showing off that they were together.

That was the most startling part of this whole situation. He’d been so resolutely staying away from her, she’d had no idea how much they could actually do as a couple. From chores to trips to town. The extra work it took to care for Marion’s tasks hadn’t stopped her from spending more time with Blake than she’d thought possible. And he seemed determined to not allow anyone to either ruin their dating or push them forward too fast.

Not even her. Which also sucked since she really missed having him touch her. She’d barely gotten to enjoy having sex before it had been taken from her. Masturbating when the oh-so-desirable man she wanted was nearby was not nearly as much fun.