Falling, Freestyle

Chapter Three

Alpine Responsibility Code

Rule #3—Be prepared for surprises…

It was not a sight he’d been prepared to see—Dara stark naked not even five minutes after arriving at the cabin. Jack snatched a towel from beside the hot tub and wrapped it around her. He’d dreamed for years about having her gorgeous body fully revealed for his enjoyment, but never like that. Not in the arms of another man, not even his best friend’s.

“Whose fucked-up idea was this?” Shit, the feel of her in his arms, knowing that underneath the fluffy fabric she was nude, did crazy things to his brain. Jack carried her into the cabin and plunked her down on the couch amidst the bags dumped there.

She glared at him as she clutched the towel, her face as crimson as the tights dangling from the chair on the balcony. She opened her mouth to say something when Kane beat her to it.

“She just wanted to go for a swim, Jack. No harm, no foul.” Kane dragged his hand through his rumpled hair and shook his head. “She just was in kind of a hurry, I guess. Forgot her suit. We’ve skinny-dipped before.”

Dara swore at him. “Kane, you’re a chicken shit.”

Her legs disappeared under her as she curled up on the couch. She stared at the coffee table like there was something of vital importance written on its surface.

“Dara? What’s going on?” Jack dropped to his knees in front of her to be able to look into her eyes. His control was a tentative thing at best.

She paused before twisting to dig into her backpack. As she scrambled through her things, the towel loosened and the upper circle of one pale nipple slipped into view. His whole body reacted. Whatever she was up to was going to have far-reaching consequences. He’d seen Kane’s expression and felt the lust raging though his own body. She was seconds away from finding out exactly what happens when you poke a guy too hard.

She held out a book to him before rearranging the towel to cover her assets.

“The Count of Monte Cristo? What the…?”

She growled at him. “No, it’s a fake cover, you ass. You guys are always teasing me about how I’ve been reading that book forever and never done. Well, take a closer look, because it’s not written by Alexandre Dumas.”

Jack carefully peeled back the edge. Kane stepped forward to peer over his shoulder as he revealed a cover with three naked bodies on it.

Kane swore. “Porn? You’ve been reading porn in front of us for years?”

“It’s not porn, it’s erotic romance. And that’s what’s going on. My sex life up to now has consisted of pretty vanilla sex. I’m curious and I just thought if you guys were interested we could…” She swallowed hard before lifting her chin resolutely. “I thought we could try a few things.”

God almighty. Jack rose in a rush and turned his back on her. The scent of her perfume was having a terrible effect on his libido, and the image of her face along with his and Kane’s on the bodies tangled together on the cover of that book—

His cock pressed against his jeans in a state of urgency.

“I’m sorry, I should have said something first, only I was afraid I’d lose my nerve and so I just acted without thinking. If you’re not interested, that’s fine. Forget I even—”

“Not interested?” Kane kicked off his shoes, letting them fly across the room to slam into the front door of the cabin. “Holy shit, Dara, one minute you strip in front of me, the next you suggest your two best friends get involved with you sexually? And then you have the balls to turn around and say forget it?”

She snorted. “Yeah, me and my balls. I’ve got tons of those.”

Jack needed to get this whole situation back under control. It was too close to exploding into something that could tear their friendship apart, and he was sure that wasn’t what Dara had intended.

But he wasn’t sure she’d intended for her suggestion to be anything other than a one-time fling either.

He had already decided once this weekend was over he would slowly bring their relationship to a new level. They were good friends, and he’d always looked out for her, careful never to cross the line sexually. Oh, he’d seen her glimmers of interest toward him, but he’d also caught her checking Kane out with the same expression at times.

Jack wanted her. In his bed, in his life—in his future—and he would do whatever it took to make that a reality.

Including, it seemed, share her.

He returned to her side and cautiously sat beside her on the couch. His body weight made the cushions shift and she leaned against him involuntarily. When she would have scrambled away, he placed an arm around her shoulders and trapped her.

“Just slow down, sweetie. You’ve put both Kane’s and my brain in a bit of bind. We’re not saying no to anything.”

“You’re not?” She whispered the words, her body tense in his embrace.

“We’re not saying yes right off either.”

“Jack…” Kane warned.

He looked up at his best friend. They’d never fooled around with the same woman before, at least not at the same time. And this wasn’t just any woman; it was someone they both cared deeply about. Kane tended to be a lot more private about his sexual practices than Jack had ever expected, maybe from growing up in a house full of women. Still, knowing that Kane desired Dara and cared for her—if he couldn’t have Dara to himself right now, sharing her with Kane while they dealt with this mess seemed the best way out of a bad situation.

“If there are kinky sexual experiences Dara wants to try, you prefer she experiment with us or some nameless guys off the street?”

Dara hit him in the chest. “Yeah, right. Like I’m going to put out an ad in the paper for a threesome, Jack. I’m not an idiot.”

“A threesome?” The flash of lightning her words produced short-circuited his logic center. Every time she spoke she upped the ante. Fuck this. She wanted to have a discussion about them getting it on? Welcome to reality. He picked her up and plopped her into his lap. She squealed for a second, then gripped the top of the towel so hard her knuckles went white. He stroked a finger across her smooth skin above her hands, wondering what she would taste like.

He could barely wait to find out.

“No, you are not an idiot. But you’ve managed to freak me out. Sweetheart, we’ve never kissed beyond platonic busses on the cheek and you’re talking about sex. That does things to a guy.”

She wiggled slightly and there was no way she could miss one of the things that it did to him. His cock was at full strength, pinned behind the taut fabric of his jeans. The curve of her ass pressed down on him and her eyes opened wide as she realized what she sat on. “Fuck.”

“Hell yeah, fuck.” Jack wrapped his arms around her and held her close, breathing in the scent of her skin. She whimpered as he brushed his lips against the pulse pounding in the vee of her throat. He was going to explode just from the thoughts filling his head.

A ménage. With Dara. God damn.

“Jack, I’m sorry. I didn’t mean to mess up our holiday. I just care a lot about—”

He covered her mouth with his to silence her. With her lips open to speak, their tongues met instantly and in a flash her taste filled him. Sweet, with a twist of cinnamon from her gum, the lingering taste of chocolate. He kissed her, leaning back on the couch and dragging her with him so her slight weight pressed on him more fully. She dug her fingers into his hair and suddenly it wasn’t enough. He crushed her closer, the top of the towel sneaking down to her waist as their tongues tangled together. God, the woman could kiss. She took his mouth like she took to the hills, full out, full speed—caution be damned.

The sounds escaping her registered like early warning signs. Little gasps as he nipped at her lips, a long drawn-out moan as he kissed his way down her throat. A whispered plea when he rearranged her on his lap without taking his mouth from her skin. She straddled his hips, the heat of her core resting on top of his erection and damn if he didn’t want to strip them both and let her ride him.

Go slow.

His brain shouted it, but his body protested vehemently. He rocked his hips instinctively, rubbing against her center and they both swore.

Fuck going slow. He grabbed her hips and ground her over him, sucking one nipple then the other into his mouth. The sweet tips felt amazing as he rolled them under his tongue, her hands clutching his head to trap him in place.

Closer and higher his climax approached, the tightness in his balls flashing to pain. Moisture from her sex coated the ridge of fabric barely containing his erection, the heat of her cream bleeding through to taunt him. She gave a little cry and called out his name, rolling her hips over him slower as he grunted with his release.

Jesus, Mary and Joseph, what the hell had just happened?

The balcony doors clicked shut as they broke apart, gasping for air.

“Well.” Dara bit her bottom lip.

Jack panted a few times, waiting for a sign some blood had returned to his brain. He reached up and swiped his thumb over the swollen surface she’d nipped. He could kiss her for hours. Someday, if he had his way, he would. “Bit more than a ‘well’. Shit, woman, I came in my jeans.”

She glanced down at their groins, a grin covering her face. “Not quite the first time I’d imagined, but I enjoyed it.”

“You’re just happy you made me lose control.” He collapsed back on the couch, his ears still ringing from his climax. Zero points for style, but he didn’t really give a fuck at the moment.

Shit…he needed a minute. Responding any further before his brain went back online was a bad idea. He cupped the back of her neck and drew her against him. Dara sighed softly, nuzzling closer. They sat in silence until the pounding beat of their hearts slowed.

She sat up and the brightness of her smile melted most of his lingering apprehension away. “You don’t hate me for putting you on the spot?”

“Of course I don’t hate you. You’re our best friend and you want to have sex with us? If you’d asked us over coffee or something, that could have made it a little easier, but we might not have believed you were serious. All in all, Kane and I are tough. We’ll survive being asked for sexual favours.” He glanced toward the balcony. Kane sat on the railing, staring at the ski resort. While there was nothing he wanted more than to keep Dara in his arms—and his bed—all weekend long, that wasn’t what she’d asked for.

Until the weekend was over, he had no right to demand her to himself.

He swept his gaze down her torso, admiring her breasts and the smooth skin of her belly inches away from him. Her eyes sparkled, and her cheeks were flushed. “You’re fucking gorgeous.”

“Such a poet.” She bit her lip again, glancing out at Kane.

Fuck. Jack hesitated for a second. She was certainly aware of Kane’s location at all times. He gave up. “You’re going to need to go to him.”

Her head snapped around. “You…don’t mind?”

“Hell, yeah, but it’s kind of hard to have a ménage with only two people.” He loosened his grip on her hips, stroking the soft skin under his hands, rubbing his thumbs back and forth lightly. “Dara, if you’re sure this is something you want to try, I’m honoured you trust us that much. At anytime if you want to stop, that’s all you have to say. You understand me?”

She nodded, leaning into him, her head resting on his shoulder as she hugged him close. “You’re my best friends, Jack. I trust you both completely.”

As he skimmed his hand over her bare back, caressing her skin and feeling her shiver under his touch, he wondered. She was trusting them with everything—not just her body, but her heart—and that gift was the most precious thing he could imagine.

He stood, lowering her slowly to the floor. When she fumbled with the towel covering her, he reached out and helped her secure it, his fingers slowing as he brushed the rounded tops of her breasts.

She stared at him for a full minute before she turned to join Kane on the balcony.

He watched her walk away, her hips swaying easily from side to side, and he wondered how in the world he could possibly share her for the next three nights and not be changed.

“Kane?”

He continued to stare away from her as she waited. Temperamental ass. Fine. She knew how to handle Kane when he was in a mood. She grabbed him by the back of the collar and pulled hard. He slipped off the railing to land in a puddle at her feet.

“Fuck it, Dara, what was that for?”

She glared at him. “I wanted to apologize for springing this idea of mine on you, and it’s too freaking cold to stand here in my bare feet while you pout.”

“I do not pout, and damn right you should apologize.”

She stuck out her lower lip. “Did I offend your delicate feelings with my wicked proposal?”

He leered at her as he rose to his feet. “Hell no, I was just trying to figure out how you managed to avoid suggesting it a long time ago. Two righteous studs at your beck and call for years, and it took you this long to finally come to your senses?”

She shivered, and he scooped her up, carried her to the hot tub and placed her carefully on the rim.

“Are you going to swim with me?” she asked again. The bottoms of her feet tingled as she lowered them into the heated water and a groan of pleasure escaped her lips.

Kane stared into the cabin. “I think I’m going to skip it right now.”

Dara leaned over to see what Kane was looking at. Inside the living room Jack gestured madly at Kane. She laughed out loud. “You getting his sign language or shall I interpret?”

“Fucker.” Kane yanked open the door. “What?”

“Kiss her already.”

Kane gave Jack the finger and shut the door in his face. Dara fought her giggles as she settled farther into the water, leaning back in the molded plastic of the hot tub. Kane sauntered over slowly and stared down at her. She watched his face, watched his gaze as it traveled over her body, lingering on her breasts. The water was no obstruction to his vision and he seemed to like what he saw.

“You sure you don’t want to join me?” Crap, was that her voice? Breathless, sultry. Kane pulled one of the deck chairs closer and sat beside her, his arms resting along the top of the hot tub.

“All things considered, I think I should stay out here for now.”

Dara deliberately stretched, arching her breasts higher. “So…?”

Kane sucked in a deep breath. “You sure know how to make a holiday special, don’t you, girl?”

“You mad at me, Kane?”

He played with her hair, twirling her nearest pigtail around his finger again and again. “Not mad, just thinking things through. I’m sure Jack already asked if you were sure you wanted a ménage, and I’m not going to insult you by asking again.”

Dara turned and knelt on the seat, raising her torso slightly above the level of the water as she faced him. “Again, so…what you going to do?”

He traced a finger down her nose, along the side of her throat. He carried on the motion until his fingertip scraped her bare nipple. She let go of the little cry of need begging to escape.

When he lifted his gaze to meet hers, she knew everything was fine. He was in—all the way—and he’d do everything to make this good for her. Just like the time he taught her how to mountain bike rails, or the kayak-rolling lessons. All the way, all-out effort, all the time.

The ache between her thighs increased. She snaked out her arms and clasped his neck and pulled their lips together.

He wrapped his fingers around the back of her head to control the kiss, keeping it soft and gentle. Barely a whisper—his lips over her skin, against her throat, over her eyes. He didn’t ravish her mouth, but stroked and teased with his tongue until she shook with need.

He slid a hand down her body to cup one breast, and she moaned. A delicate touch, his fingers against her nipple, stroking and drawing the tip to a tight point. All the while he kissed her, their tongues meshing and exploring. Why had she never taken the chance and done this before? He pinched forefinger and thumb together lightly, and she squeaked with pleasure. The hard surface of the hot tub against her belly annoyed her. She tried to rise higher but he held her in place, drawing her as close to him as possible with the barrier between them, her naked wet breasts pressed against his chest.

She tore her mouth from his. “Please…” She wasn’t sure what she was begging for.

“Oh, sweetheart.” Kane leaned his forehead against hers. “We gotta take it slow. Trust me, I’ll make love to you, and we can check out all the naughty things in your book to your heart’s content, but I’m not taking you this instant.”

“Bastard.” Fine. She tried to regain his lips, but he pressed his finger against them. She growled and muttered against the single digit. “Why not?”

Kane cleared his throat. “Because I’m an old-fashioned kind of guy? One step at a time.”

“I’ll totally let you run the bases before you hit a home run with me.”

“Fuck.” He closed his eyes. “Bloody hell. You got any condoms, woman?”

“In my bag.” Her heart beat like crazy. Was he really going to make a move?

He laughed. “In the same bag as the dirty book? Very appropriate.”

Another kiss, his arms dragging her hard against him. This time he wasn’t as gentle. His teeth bit into her bottom lip, sending a sharp tingle all the way down to pulse in her clit.

By the time he reached into the water and plucked her out she was half-crazy with need. The ache between her thighs grew by the second, her climax with Jack a distant memory. Kane carried her dripping-wet body into the cabin and stormed his way into the back bedroom.

“You kids going somewhere?” Jack lay on the second bed wearing nothing but a pair of boxers. Dara clung tightly to Kane’s neck.

“Grab a towel and throw it on the bed for me, will you?” Kane growled.

Jack put down the book in his hand and darted out of the room. Dara noticed the cover and laughed. “You jerk—that’s my book.”

He paused on his way back to drape a towel around her and kiss her nose. “Consider it research. I didn’t want to miss out on any kinky activities you were hoping for.”

Kane shouldered past Jack and laid her on the bed. The steamy look in his eyes made the goose bumps on her skin disappear as she flushed with heat. He dried her carefully, taking extra time over her breasts and between her legs.

Jack sat on the bed next to her, using his fingertips to join the gentle exploration of her body. “You have no idea how good it feels to be able to finally touch you.”

Dara sucked in air, desperate to maintain her composure and keep things light. “I would never have guessed.”

“You’re our friend first and foremost, Dara,” Kane said. “We don’t want to fuck that up.”

She struggled onto her elbows, blushing slightly under the combined stares of the two most important men in her life. This was it. This was the moment she had to get right to make the ménage work and set the tone for the future. For if she picked one of them, and not the other. Something to keep it light, and keep them together as friends.

“You’re not going to mess anything up. Come on, guys, we’re all grownups. I don’t see why we can’t enjoy another aspect to our relationship and still kick each other’s butts on the ski hill. Or wherever else we want to go together.”

Kane nodded, his dark curls falling around his face as he looked her over slowly. “Friends, and more. You’re right, we can do this.”

“You can do me, you mean.” The guys laughed. Kane stripped off his shirt and Dara hummed with approval as she admired the chiseled muscles before her. A faint trail of hair began at his belly button and led south. “Oh yes, very nice.”

She reached out to help him with the snap on his jeans and found herself blocked by Jack. He eased her back on the bed, pinning her wrists above her head.

“Starting right now, we’re in charge. You want the two of us in your bed? You got it. But you get us, not some idea of who you want us to be. You comfortable with that?”

Her nipples hardened to rocks. She wiggled slightly, testing his hold and something thrilled inside when she discovered she couldn’t move. Okay, this was hot. Hotter than she’d expected.

Kane and Jack exchanged glances. “She likes a little restraint?” Kane asked.

Jack nodded. “Looks that way. You want to get her legs?”

“Hey guys, she’s right here, listening to you…holy—”

Kane pulled her knees up and to the side. With no further preamble, he dropped his head between her legs, and suddenly she couldn’t breathe. Her heart raced as he licked her slit, circling the tender area with his tongue. The tight grip he had on her ankles kept her spread wide to him. Rather than being embarrassed, she found the sensation exquisite—mind-boggling even.

Jack leaned over her, carefully checking her response. “You okay with this?”

Dara was sure she responded, but the actual words she said escaped her—a “yes”, and maybe a little pleading thrown in for good measure.

He grinned down at her. “That sounds like you’re more than fine. Get ready, here we come.”

His lips met hers, fleeting but bold, before he worked his way down to her breasts and enveloped one aching peak with his mouth. He suckled, an uneven, erratic draw on the tip that contrasted sharply with the rhythmic pressure Kane maintained between her legs. The tingling fire in her core expanded, spreading fingers of desire through her belly. The flames fanned out to make her skin hypersensitive to each touch of their mouths, and another orgasm rapidly approached.

As her eyes closed, the sounds in the room grew louder. Soft mutters, moans and groans. Music carried in from the still-open door of the balcony. Somewhere in the cabin a fan turned, the constant flicker matching the beat of her heart.

Kane licked harder, releasing her ankles to open her more fully to his touch. He pressed a finger into her sheath and she hissed.

“Yes. Oh hell, more.”

Wet heat touched her clit, his tongue flicking the tender nub and her head shot up. Jack captured her mouth and pressed her back to the mattress, swallowing her cries. Kane added another finger, pumping slowly, massaging the sensitive spot deep inside. Sensory overload approached like a freight train, and she let herself go, knowing they would catch her.

Bright white pleasure rolled over her and she relaxed, letting her body respond as it wished. Her sex clutched Kane’s fingers and he swore softly, stroking slower until her hips stopped rocking. He disappeared and she opened her eyes to stare into Jack’s dark brown orbs.

“Wow.” She wiggled her wrists. He still held her trapped.

“You’re beautiful when you come. I had no idea it was going to be so hot seeing you two together.”

“Why do you think I went out on the balcony?” Kane stepped back next to the bed, clad only in his boxer briefs. “I was about to explode from watching you guys on the couch.”

He crawled on top of Dara and nuzzled her neck. His lips touched the lobe of her ear and he licked it before whispering softly, “I want you. Will you take me?”

Jack released her wrists and she grabbed on tight to Kane, wrapping her legs around his body and urging his groin closer to hers. The thick ridge of his cock pressed against her sex and she rocked into him.

“Is that a yes?”

“Hell, yeah.” She watched in anticipation as he lifted up to strip off the last bit of fabric remaining on his body. He ripped open a wrapper and covered himself, then she couldn’t see anymore because Jack turned her face toward his.

“I’m going to watch.”

Oh God. Totally new sensations dragged through her brain. This was not just her having sex with Kane. It was she and Kane having sex with Jack there. Watching.

The tip of Kane’s cock pressed against her, easing through the moisture built up by her orgasm. He was hot and hard, and he stretched her as he worked his way fully into her passage.

“Fuck, you’re tight. So bloody tight.” Kane pumped again and again, and Dara opened her knees as far as she could to help.

“You’re a little bigger…Jesus…than my toys and it’s been a while. Oh, that’s fabulous. So good…” It was hard to concentrate, hard to think with the wonderful sensations pouring through her. Dara stared into Jack’s face, his gaze fixed on where Kane was now buried in her body.

“That’s the hottest thing I’ve ever seen.” Jack shook his head before turning back to her. “Gorgeous woman.”

Kane thrust harder. He filled her to bursting, every nerve taut and stretched and ready to shatter again in no time flat. He adjusted his angle and his groin rubbed against her clit, and it was all she could do to not scream. Every pass drove her need higher, made her call out for more. Dara turned her gaze back to Kane. Seeing the expression in his eyes made her entire body shake with an adrenaline rush. That was her friend making the flaming-hot pleasure rise. A twist of a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes rolling back in his head before he grimaced.

“Gotta…slow…down.”

Dara thrashed her head wildly. The last thing she wanted right now was for him to falter. “No, please…”

She lifted her legs again and dug her heels into his butt cheeks to try and force him to resume his pace.

“Christ, Dara. I’m not going to last. Give me a break.” A drop of sweat trickled down his temple and she groaned in frustration. This was probably one of those man things, but right now she didn’t care if he blew quickly. She was so close. So close the fidgety sensation in her clit was ready to overtake her whole body. Bliss slammed through her with each penetration.

“Don’t stop. It’s not a freaking contest. Just a little more. Little more, oh, please.” One last push to drive her over the edge, that’s all she needed. She arched hard into Kane, striving to find the spark.

Jack snuck his hands between them, clasped her nipples and pinched. An explosion ripped through her—the detonation hard and full-body impacting. Tight contractions squeezed Kane where she held him in her depths, and his pace faltered, body wavering over her.

“Fuck, what did you do? Fuck…” Kane lost it, slamming into her one last time, his cock jerking as he spilled into the condom. His arms gave out and he covered her with his body. Dara sucked for air, the aftershocks continuing to race through her system. She tangled her fingers in his hair and lifted his head off her shoulder, thrilled to see the way his blue eyes glowed at her.

She purred with contentment. The wild rush of being intimate with Kane for the first time eased as she slipped into a pleasure-filled haze. “Okay, that was more incredible than I ever imagined. I mean…wow.”

Kane kissed her briefly before rolling off and groaning out his agreement. “It’s not even six p.m. and I feel like I put in a full day boarding.”

The bed shifted and the distinctive sound of a condom being opened hit Dara’s ears. Her heartbeat increased as she sat up to watch Jack finish rolling on the latex before lifting his heated gaze to her.

“Turn over and get on your knees.”

Kane disappeared as she obeyed Jack’s command. That’s clearly what it was, and her fading tingle of desire returned in a shot. She rolled slowly to her belly, his hands on her bare hips to lift her. Dara glanced over her shoulder, mesmerized to watch his cock move closer as he settled in place. The front of his thighs brushed her, the coarse hairs scraping erotically over sensitive skin. Jack rocked between her legs a couple of times, coating himself in her juices. She whimpered as the movement nudged her clit.

“You ready?” Before she could answer, he lined himself up and slid home with one push. Her breath vanished and she collapsed to her elbows, ass high in the air.

“Holy shit.” The different angle, even so soon after the orgasm with Kane, set off a line of small quakes deep inside. Jack retreated, dragging his cock through her tender passage. His girth stretched her, consumed her. He pressed on her upper back, forcing her shoulders to the mattress. He locked her in position before plunging in again, this time deeper than before.

“Oh my God, it’s too much…” Dara whispered as Jack held her hips steady and thrust repetitively, his groin snapping tight to her butt.

“Not too much. You—damn it, you feel so good around me.” Jack surged in hard, but his words were soft. His voice trickled along her spine like the brush of an erotic feather. “Seeing you in front of me like this, so willing, so giving. Welcoming me in, surrounding me. You’re gorgeous.”

“Jack is right, you are gorgeous.” Kane had returned and lay beside her. He smoothed a strand of hair from her face. “Your cheeks are flushed, your eyes sparkling.”

She licked her dry lips and Kane met her, kissing her steadily as Jack powered into her body. Jack rubbed his thumbs against her, pressing into the muscles of her ass, his fingers hard on her skin. “Shit, I’m not going to last either. Watching you two before, and now seeing…”

Jack groaned, long and loud. It was such a primitive sound, so unlike her orderly and pristine friend, she shook as her desire ratcheted up a notch. Dara was beyond caring how much longer Jack could last. Another climax beckoned and she raced to meet it. Kane’s mouth controlled her, his tongue thrusting into her mouth in time with Jack’s possession swirled up a maelstrom, and she was lost.

As her core attempted to lock Jack in place with a series of rhythmic compressions, her breasts, her clit—all of her including her mind—flickered between pleasure and pain. It was too much, and at the same time not nearly enough. She squeezed her eyes tight and let the sensations ride her, just as Jack rode her, forcing her hips back to impale her on his cock.

The reverberations of Jack’s shout as he came echoed off the walls. All she had the energy for was a long happy sigh before relaxing completely into a puddle on the mattress.