Snowbound with the Santas (Forbidden Fantasies)

18. Rayne

18

RAYNE

I should be embarrassed being caught like this, but it barely crosses my mind. Frankie’s adorable smile widens at the sight, and even Archer looks impressed.

“Fuck,” I gasp, patting Nick’s shoulder to draw his attention to our audience. He lifts his head from where he was pressing a dozen kisses to my neck and smirks.

“Lads.”

“You didn’t come back.” Frankie grins. “So we came to make sure you didn’t break your neck in the dark.”

It’s impossible for me to follow the conversation while Nick’s cock pummels my insides, and the sudden audience brings an unexpected surge of lust through my body. I’m too hot to think, too hot to breathe properly, and no amount of gasps or writhing seems to ease it. Sweat slicks our bodies and Nick tightens his grip on me. The next barrage of thrusts are a blur, and the constant impact against my pussy, my aching clit, and that hidden bundle of nerves inside me is too much to process.

My body tightens and then snaps as my orgasm crashes over me in a hot wave, robbing me of all thought and sensation beyond the pulsing rushes of pleasure.

“Fuck,” I whimper, and my head falls back. “Fuck, fuck, fuck!”

“Rayne!” Nick whimpers out my name, and a rush of heat floods my insides, bringing me a deep sense of satisfaction. He came too. I did that. I made a man like that fuck me like an animal and find his pleasure inside me. With a whimper, I lift my head and wearily cup Nick’s face.

“Wow,” I whisper, panting heavily.

His jerky, off-rhythm thrusts slow, and while my heart races, the rest of my body grows calm. I sag against his chest while the other two look on.

“Definitely no broken necks,” Nick pants, almost hiding me from view with his arms.

“Maybe a broken pussy.” Archer snorts. “Is this what a power outage does to the two of you?”

“It’s your fault,” I murmur, glancing up from where my cheek rests on Nick’s shoulder. “You’re the one who loosened me up.”

“Huh?” Frankie’s eyes widen as he looks at Archer.

“I just gave you a massage,” Archer counters. “The rest was all you.”

“Mmhmm.” I have no further counter.

My body aches in all the right places and my core throbs in time to the flutter of excitement in my gut. That was amazing, and yet I find myself craving more. Maybe it’s because I’ve gone so long without. I avoided it for fear of Ashton having broken me in a way I wouldn’t notice until it was too late. So far, none of these men have seen anything broken about me, and that’s soothing a deep hurt I long thought I’d made peace with.

“Fuck.” Nick groans and presses his lips to my damp temple. A moment later, warm hands touch my back and another set grasps my hips. With their help, I’m eased from Nick, who slumps back against the bath, panting, and then stretches out one leg with a groan.

I want to thank him, to tell him he was amazing, but as I open my mouth to say just that, a sudden warmth presses in between my thighs. Archer is still in my line of vision, holding his flashlight as he gently moves hair out of my face, which places Frankie between my legs. I moan softly, and then his tongue presses against my aching pussy. I once again lose all coherent thought.

I don’t know what’s hotter—that they’re all here or that Frankie was so eager to taste me that he couldn’t wait. He presses his mouth firmly against my pussy and uses two fingers to part my outer lips. There’s nothing to stop him, and when his tongue slides through my slick folds, he moans almost as loudly as I do.

Going from being fucked to being eaten out is a strange switch, especially since my core still throbs from the impact of Nick’s thrusts. But Frankie is attentive and he buries his face against me and uses his tongue like magic. Long, flat strokes along my lips, from home to clit and back. He kisses over me, firms his tongue to a point and flicks it over my swollen clit, and then sucks at my clit with slow, open-mouthed kisses with enough suction to make me see stars.

As he works, Archer leans down and presses a hesitant kiss to my lips. He’s wary, in a way, but I respect that because it’s how he is. So when he leans up, I cup his jaw and slide my fingers through the bristle of his facial hair, then guide him down for another kiss. Our lips meet, and I moan into his mouth, grinding my hips up against Frankie’s tongue.

Nick’s hands stroke my abdomen, caress my waist, and grope at my breasts. They touch everywhere, sending sparks of electricity throughout my body, and when I close my eyes against the glares of the flashlight, everything is heightened. My core tightens, and the muscles of my tummy ripple as heat builds against my pussy.

I’m aching, over-sensitive, and hungry, but when my hips shift away, Frankie follows. He eats me out like a man starved and doesn’t leave a single inch of me untouched. He brings me to orgasm before I even have time to acknowledge the surges of pleasure.

I cry out his name and sag into Archer’s arms, utterly weak to the pleasure.

Once again, in the back of my mind, I wonder if this is even real. This is something born right out of fantasy, and yet here I am, surrounded by three gorgeous men who can’t get enough of me.

“My turn,” says Archer, and my heart skips a beat. He sweeps me up into his arms, carrying me bridal style, and all the muscles of my core and lower abdomen protest the movement.

“Archer, where are we going?” I ask, pressing my face into his chest and breathing in his calming, wood-smoke scent.

“I told you,” Archer says softly. “It’s my turn.”

And he isn’t kidding.

The bed he drops me onto isn’t mine, but the chill of the sheets is welcome against my overheating skin. He crawls over the top of me, kissing a path from my hip to my breasts and then up to claim my lips. His thick beard tickles, and I giggle softly into the kiss while winding my arms around his shoulders. Exhaustion makes my limbs weak and lazy, but Archer doesn’t seem to mind. With each kiss, he strips off his clothes and then pulls the blankets over the top of us to conserve heat.

I barely notice. I’m so hot that I’m certain I could keep the entire cabin heated at this rate. Under the covers, Archer lavishes me with attention. He kisses and strokes my thighs, licks over my pussy with his tongue, and kisses over my belly button with little biting kisses that leave spots of heat on my skin. His rough hands toy with my breasts, squeezing and pulling at my nipples, then soothing his bites with flat strokes of his tongue.

And then he slides inside me, and I completely melt into him. His cock isn’t as thick as Nick’s, but it’s long. Inch after solid inch slides into me, and I become like butter in his hands, molding to him just so he will stay right there with me.

“That’s it,” he says in that deep, gravelly voice of his that sends flutters through my heart. “That’s my girl.”

Archer fucks like he talks. He makes it count. His thrusts are powerful but slow and controlled. He makes me feel each one and rewards me with continual little kisses along my lips and down my jaw. He praises me with whispers and nuzzles against me, caressing my body with his hands. He takes complete control, holding my leg up against his hips to give himself a deeper angle to drive into me.

My mind is empty, utterly thoughtless. There’s only sensation, heat and tightness, trembling excitement, and utter hunger for more. Every time he withdraws his cock from inside me, I clench down to entice him back in. I kiss him back, lazily biting his lower lip and drawing soft groans and grunts from his throat.

“It’s too much,” I whimper. “I can’t hold back… I can’t?—”

“Then don’t.” Archer kisses me deeply, and the pace of his thrusts increases. “Come for me, Rayne. I know you can. I want to feel you. I want to feel every inch of you as my cock makes you fall apart. I want to feel the way your body shifts, taste your desire in your sweat, hear the pleasure pour from you because of me. Come on, Rayne. Come for me, there’s a good girl.”

I can’t hold back any longer. I’m so sensitive that I’ve been on the cusp of orgasm since his cock entered me, and I finally give in. Ecstasy courses through me as I arch up into his body and yell out my pleasure, and he continues to fuck me through it. He kisses me, drags his tongue over my throat, and whispers sweet praise in my ear.

By the time he climaxes inside me, I’m utterly spent and I sag down into the bed with not a single drop of energy left. Archer doesn’t mind, though. He kisses me repeatedly as we lie together, soaking up each other’s presence. Nick arrives sometime later with water and towels to help me clean up, and I let Archer do that for me. I have no strength left.

They’re still beside me, talking in low voices, but it becomes a calming, distant noise to me.

Tucked up in Archer’s bed, warm and content, sleep takes me quickly and ends the best night of my life.