Vivian Arend - Rocky Mountain Heat

Gabe brought Helen back to his side and took her lips again. This time, his kiss was as heated as what she’d just shared with Matt. Gabe caught her hands and pulled them down by her sides, and Matt got inspired. He tugged off his belt and clasped her wrists himself, looping the leather over and over until she was bound, helpless to free her arms.

“Nice trick, Matt. You two use ropes often?” Gabe unsnapped the top button of Helen’s blouse, his gaze fixed on her face.

“I like ropes. Matt’s good with them.”

Gabe smiled. “All cowboys are good with ropes, darling.”

“Some more than others.” Matt ran a finger down her back. “And this ain’t about ropes, is it? It’s about trying something brand new.”

Helen laughed. “Then why’d you tie me up?”

Matt kissed the side of her neck gently as he grabbed on to the sides of her blouse. “Because I wanted to.”

He jerked the material apart, buttons flying, skittering over the floor. One more move brought the fabric off her shoulders to bunch together at her wrists.

“Oh, yes. That’s a very pretty sight.” Gabe hummed approvingly as he stroked the top swells of her breasts, fingering the edge of the black bra Helen wore. When he leaned forward to lick the path his finger had followed, Helen shivered.

Gabe pushed aside one shoulder strap until the bra cup fell away. Helen arched her back and pressed her chest forward, the exposed nipple tight and peaked already.

“Sweet, sweet darling.” Gabe licked the tip lightly, then surrounded her and sucked.

Helen whimpered and tugged at her restraints.

Matt pulled the other side of her bra off, giving Gabe a full view of her tits. Gabe took up the challenge and cupped her, lifting one side and then the other to his mouth. The material from her blouse and bra hung around her waist, bunched up and awkward. Matt pushed past the fabric to slip his hand into her pants again, the moisture from her previous orgasm and her current arousal making her soaking wet.

He skimmed a finger through her folds. “You’re enjoying this, aren’t you?”

Her reply turned into a gasp as he thrust in two fingers, heel of his hand hard to the apex of her mound. Matt stilled, listening to her panting breath as Gabe suckled and bit lightly, her nipples gone dark with excitement.

Matt tugged her pants awkwardly with one hand, only to find Gabe taking over the task. His cousin unzipped and slid her pants from her hips, stripping her bare from the waist down. He stopped to stare in admiration. “Oh, darling, you are full of surprises, ain’t you?”

Helen widened her stance, leaning heavily on Matt, exposing herself to Gabe’s intimate inspection. “You never seen a woman who waxed before?”

“Oh, I’ve seen it. Just didn’t expect to find your pussy all bare and delicious. Matt, I’ll say it again, you are one lucky man.”

Matt pulled his fingers out to circle the tender skin of her labia before thrusting in again. Gabe leaned closer and licked, and Helen shuddered. It took the two of them only minutes to have her trembling, body shaking as her sex squeezed around his fingers, a cry of satisfaction escaping her lips.

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.