Brotherhood of Fire (9 page)

Unable to resist, he lowered his hands to her head and cupped her gently in his palms, guiding her, showing her just how he liked it.
"That's it. Deep like that, harder. I like it hard. God, yes . . . damn, you learn fast."
Following his lead, she took him deep and didn't hold back on the pressure. Grasping the base with her hand, she began working him fast and hard in and out of her mouth, the tiny whimpers coming from her building him just as fast as the sweet enthusiasm she seemed to have for his cock.
"God, she's gonna kill me with that mouth."
"And I'm going to drive off the damn road here in a minute. You're so going to repay this favor and watch her suck me when we get there. Jesus, I can't tell you how hot that is."
"Don't . . . need to. Ah, god." He groaned, putting his hand on the seat and shifting his hips again, barely able to hold still. "Damn, I'm going to come in your mouth like some teenager if you don't slow down." He managed to breathe through the entire sentence without stopping to moan or grunt that time.
She didn't let up or slow down. Her idea seemed to be to push harder, and he felt the tingle in the base of his cock build, his balls drawing up close.
"I'm not kidding . . . ah, shit . . . suck harder . . . god, yeah, that's it." He groaned, forgetting he was going to tell her to stop, that in the truck driving down the road at fifty miles an hour didn't seem the ideal place for him to shoot his load down her throat. Then again, when it came to Carrie, nothing she did seemed less than extraordinary, even a blow job in the front seat of Garrett's truck.
His hips jerking slowly up and down off the seat now, he fought the total lack of control overtaking him, tried not to hear her little whimpers and moans over his cock or pay attention to the fact that Garrett's free hand had slipped beneath her shirt and toyed with the nipple within his reach while she leaned toward him on the bench seat of the truck.
"Stop or I'm going to drown you, I'm telling you." He ground out, teeth clenched, thighs tightened into steel as his cock went iron hard between her lips.
The only response he got was a deep moan, Garrett breathing hard enough for him to hear it, and her free hand cupping his balls.
With the first jerking spasm, his hands flew to her hair as his hips lifted from the seat, and she held him in that perfect moment when his cock was buried in her throat and that first spurt of his seed spilled into her.
"Ah, god, yes . . . fuck yes . . . ." He shouted. Deep, guttural groans came from him with each spray of cum into her mouth. His orgasm felt endless. She took all of him, still licking and sucking him gently through each trembling spasm.
Finally subsiding, he dropped back to the seat and took a deep breath. He sounded like an impatient bull and suppressed a chuckle at himself at the things she managed to make him do. His entire body twitched as she softly lapped every inch of him before letting him loose from her mouth.
"Oh my God." He struggled to breathe through the waves of pleasure still coursing through him.
Garrett's low growl of appreciation filled the cab as Carrie sat up, pushing her hair away from her face. "Wow." She breathed, leaning back against the seat.
"I've never seen anything so amazing in my life," Garrett said, his voice deep and low. "I had no idea watching you do that would be so incredible, that that's what it looks like when you do that to me. I could watch that all damn day and never get tired of it, baby, that was beautiful. You're beautiful." He put his arm behind her shoulders and pulled her into him. Keeping his eyes on the road, he turned for a split second and kissed her deeply before letting her go.
A shudder passed through John, realizing Garrett had just kissed the mouth that had swallowed his cum, and it not only didn't bother him, it made him think he was going to end up half hard again before they ever got to the two track that led to the cabin.
He made the last two miles in satisfied silence, zipped up, and climbed out when they hit the clearing, laughing that he'd just sat there and rode the rest of the way hanging out of his jeans without even noticing. The comfort level he was starting to fall into with the two of them both satisfied a need and made him nervous. Nervous, because he had no idea how long he could hang onto this. All he knew is the reason he had tried to avoid this, his secret love for Carrie, had grown that much more deep and intense. After experiencing her bold yet sweet and somewhat innocent nature firsthand, he wanted her more than ever.
Whatever Garrett's long-term intentions were, his intentions for the rest of the night were clear as he grabbed the stuff to light a fire in the fire pit. He gave Carrie a kiss, then shooed her off with a grin, asking her to grab a couple of the sleeping bags out of the cabin.
After the mind blowing orgasm she'd just given him, John didn't think he could recover and get hard within minutes, but knowing that Garrett fully intended to make love to her by the fire—or even better, have her give him an intense blow job like he'd just gotten while he watched—had him jumping to half attention all over again. He had a feeling one look at Carrie devouring Garrett the way she just had him, and he'd be done for.
Garrett started the fire, settled into one of the canvas camping chairs, and pulled Carrie into his lap. John dug through the cooler for a bottle of water and settle in one of the other chairs directly across the fire from them. Staring out in a semi-relaxed state, he watched the two of them through the dancing flames. The firelight only added to the heat already building across from him. Garrett's rough kiss took her mouth, and his hands cupped her ass, pulling her hard into him. When Garrett pulled away and looked down at her with a mischievous grin, John held his breath. She crawled down Garrett's big body and knelt in the grass in front of the chair, unzipping his jeans as a look of total bliss came over Garrett's face.
His expression only got more intense when she pulled him free of his boxers. John found himself staring at Garrett's cock and the way Carrie handled him as if it was an everyday occurrence; nothing about it seemed out of place. In fact, watching such an intimate thing seemed perfectly natural. As her mouth closed over the head of Garrett's cock, John could almost feel the sensation himself, having so recently developed an intimate knowledge of those sweet lips, that hot little tongue, and the silky, velvet feel of the inside of her mouth.
Unless they had experienced it, no one could understand what it felt like to watch the woman who'd just sucked him to a mind blowing orgasm turn around and do the same to her husband, her other lover. How intense, how decadent, how carnal. He didn't feel as if he were only watching a sexual act, live and in person, he became part of it. Every tiny moan coming from her throat, the way Garrett's eyes rolled shut and his hand closed over the back of her head, the way his thighs flung wide to make room for her as her head bobbed up and down as she sucked him in deeper on each pass He felt it like she touched him at the same time. Each time sex occurred with them now, it happened for all of them, whether watching or in it.
He groaned out loud, and a matching sound rumbled from Garrett's chest.
Just as he shifted to adjust the growing bulge at his crotch, Garrett waved him over.
He rose up from the chair and made his way to Carrie's side. Up close, he could clearly hear the wet noises of her mouth, the heavy breaths Garrett took as he gave in to her efforts.
"It's her turn. Give her some of what she's giving us." Garrett directed, leaning his head back on the canvas chair like a satisfied king on his throne, a smile tilting his lips as he looked down over his wife. "Is she beautiful, or what?"
Nodding, he dropped to his knees next to her, hands going straight for her perfect little ass framed in those jeans.
"Up, baby, stop for minute," Garrett said.
She stood, face flushed, breathing heavy, smiling. John reached over and grabbed one of the sleeping bags. He spread it beneath her feet, instinctively knowing what Garrett was thinking. He was already leaning forward, yanking on the button of her jeans, getting them unzipped and halfway down before John caught her as she stumbled.
"Oops!" Garrett laughed. "Good catch."
John grinned and made quick work of stripping her down the rest of the way while she perched on his lap. The firelight danced over her skin, making the creamy softness of it seem ethereal. Her dark mocha nipples deepened in color; her auburn hair caught the glow and reflected the red of the flames.
"Beautiful." He echoed Garrett's earlier words, pushing her back to her knees on the sleeping bag.
"Finish it. I love watching you."
A shy smile crossed her face before she turned back to her husband, and John's gut twisted. In the middle of having sex with them both and naked to the world, she still reflected a sweet innocence that made him feel like every moment with her was as pure and clear as glass.
"Touch her, John. She needs you."
Sliding his hands over the fire warmed skin of her thighs, he pulled them gently apart and positioned himself behind her. Fully clothed, he had no intention of jumping on her and rutting at her. He wanted to touch her, feel her come apart under his hands while she took her husband for every drop he had. His fingers slid over the wet silk of her pussy, and he groaned, even though it was she who trembled. He dipped his finger into her core, testing the plush sheath of her body, feeling her clench her muscles over him as a moan vibrated from her chest through all three of them at the same time. Slowly, he began to thrust in and out of her, letting his thumb slide up each time and bump her tight little clit. Every little moan out of her throat made his cock jump as much as it made her hips grind on his hand.
"Play with her ass; she loves that."
His head jerked up. Garrett flashed a knowing look and a wicked grin just before he dropped his head back again and groaned as Carrie pulled him deeper into her throat, her enthusiasm for the idea clear. The idea of her ass already had him on edge before he knew it wasn't off limits. Now?
Oh, hell yeah, he was going to touch her. He dipped another finger into her wet channel, then slid her own sweet honey up and over the tight little rosebud of her ass. She moaned, jerking away in an involuntary twitch he anticipated as he gripped her hip with his other hand.
"Settle down, just relax. I'll be gentle," he crooned, slipping his finger back over her. Letting go of her hip, he resumed his gentle plundering of her pussy with the fingers of one hand as he tested her ass with the other. Slowly, oh, so slowly, he slid one finger in to the first knuckle, then the second. Her gasp was evident even with her mouth full of Garrett, and his answering moan sent a surge of satisfaction through John. He could not only get her off, but Garrett as well by every little touch that she responded to. He simultaneously pushed deeper into her pussy and her ass.
She moaned loud and nudged her hips against him, driving back on to his finger.
"Oh, so you like that?" he whispered, moving his lips to her back, needing to inhale her scent, touch her skin.
She moaned again, and he drove deeper, this time moving in an alternating rhythm. He began lightly but methodically fucking her with his hands.
"Keep that up," Garrett growled. "God, she's got me buried in her throat." He gave a deep, guttural groan, and his own hips started to twist and nudge himself deeper into her mouth.
"She's close, John, keep it up, keep it up!"
John felt the impending release in them both as Carrie began to moan non-stop, riding his hands like her life depended on it. Garrett was no more in control than she was.
"That's it, come for me, make him come with you. Give it to me." He encouraged. He twisted his fingers as he pumped them inside her and leaned forward to run his lips over the soft swell of her ass, watching his finger slip in and out of the sweet little entry. A groan tore through him as he envisioned himself buried there.
Muscles tightened around his fingers, and he came back to the present as he felt her start to come. Back arching, hips grinding, she all but swallowed Garrett as his own grunts and groans started to evolve into hoarse shouts. John couldn't see the jets of cum, but he sensed them like a phantom in his own body, a ghost of what she'd done to him not an hour ago. He reveled in the feel of her coming on his hand, riding him, taking what she needed while she gave Garrett his. Moaning and whimpering, she finally stilled. John gently slid his finger out of her bottom. Panting, she rested her head on Garrett's thigh while he looked down at them with a triumphant grin.
"Don't say it." John laughed, shaking his head. Garrett had
I told you so
written all over his face.
A soft sigh brought his attention back to Carrie. Forgetting his usual hesitancy to check his place in this threesome, he scooped her up and cradled her in his arms.
She wriggled into him, turning her face toward his. He saw the expectant look in her eye and took her mouth. The taste of her sweet lips, mingled with the salty essence of what could only be Garrett's semen, shot an electric thrill straight to his dick, and he groaned into her mouth. Her eyes flew open and a soft smile curled her lips beneath his. She let her eyes drop closed again and wrapped her arms around him.
He felt a small shiver run through her. "Here, lie down." He pulled the other sleeping bag closer and pushed her toward the middle of the one they were kneeling on. Lying back, she patted the spaces to either side of her. "Both of you. Please?"
John took the side farthest from the fire, while Garrett dropped out of the chair and lay down on her other side.
"Shirts, at least." She giggled. "Since I'm totally naked."
"Ah, hell, I can do better than that." Garrett stood and quickly shed his clothes. He stood over them, magnificently naked. John looked up at his friend and felt the now-familiar sensation that this was all exactly as it should be. Not a damn thing about it seemed out of place. He stripped out of his own clothes without getting up, and wrapped an arm around her waist as Garrett settled back in and pulled the other sleeping back over all of them.
"Anything ever better than this?" Garrett asked with a yawn, laying his head on his arm as his eyes closed.
"Hmm mmm," Carrie turned to look back at John as she snuggled her rear into his groin. Her bottom nudged his still semi-hard cock.
"Oh!" She turned fully, eyes wide open now. "I didn't think—"