Forbidden Heat (7 page)

Danielle swallowed a sip of her tea, guilt niggling through her.

“It was so busy after I transferred, then I had all the extra TA work. . . .” She shrugged, but she knew those were just excuses. The real reason was that she’d assumed they’d all forget about her once she was gone.

“Well, now that we are in touch again, maybe you can come and visit sometime.” Trey grinned. “Maybe check out the university for nostalgia’s sake.”

She nodded. “Sure, that would be great.”

Did he really want her to visit, or was he just being polite? She sipped her black currant tea.

A voice over the speaker system announced that their flight would be boarding shortly, so they finished up their breakfast and headed for the gate. As they approached the desk to check in, Danielle slowed a bit.

“What’s wrong, Danielle?” Jake asked.

“We won’t be sitting together on the flight so . . . I guess this is goodbye.”

“Forget about that.” Jake plucked the ticket from her hand and stepped up to the desk.

A few moments later, he turned around and handed both her and Trey a boarding pass. They were in adjacent seats.

She grinned broadly.
They want to spend more time with me.

Boarding began and the three of them walked down the tunnel to the aircraft, then down the aisle of the plane.

“If you’d like the window seat, you can have it,” Trey said as he stood in the aisle waiting for her to sit down.

She smiled. “Actually, I think I’d rather sit in the middle.”

Trey slid over to the window seat. Jake took her bag and put it in the overhead compartment as she settled in beside Trey. They chatted as passengers continued to board the plane. Once everyone was seated, Jake stood up and grabbed a pillow and blanket from one of the overhead compartments, then tucked it under the seat in front of them.

Once they were in the air, Jake handed the blanket to Danielle.

“Uh, thank you.”

“Sometimes it gets a little cold.” He opened the blanket and arranged it over her lap.

A moment later, Trey’s hand strayed under the blanket and stroked along her thigh. Jake’s hand stroked over her other thigh.

She glanced around nervously. The flight wasn’t very full and the two seats across the aisle from them were empty, so no one could really see them.

Jake smiled at her, and she smiled back, until Trey’s hand found her mound and he stroked over it—then she dropped her head back on the seat, her eyes widening a little.

“You are looking a little cold.” Jake’s hand slid from under the blanket and he shifted it up around her shoulders, tucking it in behind her.

Trey’s fingers slipped under her panties and stroked her slit. She could feel the wetness gathering there.

“Would you like something?”

Danielle started at the sound of the stewardess’s voice.

“I’ll have an orange juice,” Jake said as he lowered the little table to his lap. “How about you, Danielle? A soft drink or juice?”

Trey’s fingers dipped inside her. “Or maybe something hot?” Trey suggested.

Hot? Yes, please!

“I’ll take a tea, please,” she managed to say in a steady voice. “One milk and one sugar.”

The uniformed woman prepared her tea and set it on Jake’s table. Fortunately, Jake must have seen her coming, and he hadn’t put his hand under the blanket again after adjusting it around her shoulders. It might look a little odd that Trey’s arm disappeared under the blanket, but if the stewardess noticed, she didn’t show it. And, actually, she barely glanced past Jake’s debonair smile.

She placed Trey’s water on Jake’s tray, too, then pushed her cart farther down the aisle.

Trey stroked over Danielle’s slit again, and Jake’s hand slipped underneath the blanket and glided under her T-shirt to stroke over her breast. Over the next little while, her companions teased and tormented her. Jake toyed with her nipples, squeezing and stroking, occasionally licking his finger to add a little moisture. Trey dabbed at her clit, then flicked it gently until she approached orgasm, then backed off until she almost pleaded for release. Each seemed to have staked out his individual territory, with Jake up top and Trey below, but occasionally, Jake’s hand would glide downward and join Trey with a finger inside her, or add a tweak to her clit for good measure.

By the time they were ready to land, she damn well wanted someone to fuck her.

“Oh God, just do it,” she murmured to Trey. “Make me . . .” She trailed off, afraid someone would overhear her.

“I don’t think that’s a good idea here.” Trey sent her a devilish grin.

She, on the other hand, thought it was a damn fine idea!

Trey continued to tease her clit, but too lightly to do the trick.

“So you’re just going to leave me like this?”

“Well, that depends. Didn’t you say you have a car at the airport?”

Six

Danielle had never gotten off a plane so fast in her life. Rather then holding back until the end, like she usually did, she leapt up as soon as they landed and urged Jake into the aisle, just like they always told people not to do. As soon as the pilot gave the all clear to disembark, they were on their way out, then off to the luggage carousels. Danielle could barely stand still, she wanted to get to her car so badly.

“You don’t have a car here?” she asked.

“No, we took a shuttle.”

“I’ll drive you home.” She wouldn’t let them get away until she was fully satisfied, and there was no way they were making out in the parking garage. Carleton Falls added only about thirty minutes to her trip home . . . and it would be well worth it.

Finally they had their luggage, and she led them to the shuttle, which took them to the long-term parking lot. She unlocked her car, and Trey stowed the luggage in the trunk.

“I can drive if you like,” Jake offered with a wink.

She thrust him the keys, then climbed into the backseat with Trey. Two seconds later, she tugged his cock from his pants and leaned down to lick it, then wrapped her lips around it. She cupped his balls and gently massaged them as she sucked on him in earnest. Then deciding to torment him as much as he’d tormented her, she pulled away and gave him a wicked grin.

She settled back in the seat. They were driving along the highway now. There was very little traffic, which was typical this time of day. Trey’s hand slipped under her skirt and he found her mound. His finger slipped over her clit and he flicked it mercilessly. Oh, she was so close.

“You are so beautiful.” Trey nuzzled her neck as his finger wiggled and teased.

Just as she felt waves of pleasure begin to encompass her and she gasped, he pulled away and returned her wicked smile.

“Maybe later, if you’re good.” Trey leaned in and gave her a gentle kiss.

Jake pulled off the highway to a side road, then pulled over.

“Time to switch drivers, Trey,” he said as he opened the door.

Trey kissed her again, then shifted to the front seat. Jake got in beside her. As Trey started up the car and began driving, Jake kissed her deeply. She stroked his hard bulge, then pulled it out. The car pulled back onto the highway.

Jake tormented her in a similar fashion as the scenery rushed by. If it wasn’t for the occasional car sharing the highway with them, Danielle would have ripped off his clothes and demanded he satisfy her.

Finally, the exit for Carleton Falls loomed just ahead.

Trey took the exit and followed along the river for a bit, then into town. A few moments later, they pulled into the driveway of a lovely old stone house.

“This is my house,” Trey said with a wink. “I thought you might both come in for a bit.”

As soon as they closed the door behind them, Danielle kicked off her shoes and dropped her purse to the floor, then slid her arms around Jake and kissed him. Passionate and needy. She tugged the tie from his hair and tangled her fingers in the long, smooth strands. His tongue slipped between her lips and he ravaged her mouth. She glided her hand over the impressive bulge in his pants.

Jake guided her to the living room and sat down on the cozy, plush couch. She knelt in front of him and pulled down his zipper, then freed his cock. She stood up and tugged her T-shirt over her shoulders and tossed it aside. Next, she stripped off her skirt. Trey unfastened her bra as she shimmied out of her panties.

She knelt in front of Jake again and licked his cock, from base to tip.

“Mmm. Lovely,” she said, enjoying the sight of his straining purple-veined cock.

Trey sat beside her and watched her tongue lave up Jake’s cock again and again. She wondered if he wanted to join her. In fact, the more she thought about it, the more she wanted him to. Throughout their entire sexual free-for-all, the two men had barely touched each other—despite their long history together. She almost suggested it, but decided she didn’t want to take the chance of ruining things by making it awkward. She wrapped her lips around Jake’s cock and swallowed it whole.

Trey’s hands stroked over her bare behind. As she dove down on Jake again, Trey knelt behind Danielle and urged her hips upward until she was on her hands and knees. He then leaned forward and . . .

“Oh . . .” She almost dropped Jake’s cock at the feel of Trey’s mouth on her. She licked Jake, then sucked him into her mouth again.

Trey’s tongue slid into her slit and he licked. She moaned around Jake’s member. Trey found her clit and she sucked Jake hard, then released him from her mouth, stroking his cock in her hand.

“Oh God, I need a cock inside me, Trey.”

“If you insist.”

He stood up and shed his pants, then positioned himself behind her. His thick cockhead pressed against her, then slid into her hot, slick depths. The feel of his rigid cock pushing into her made her gasp again.

She leaned forward and took Jake deep into her mouth and sucked him in earnest as Trey pulled out, then thrust forward again. In and out. He pounded into her. She sucked Jake, trying to concentrate as Trey fucked her like crazy, hammering into her faster and faster.

She clutched the base of Jake’s cock in her hand and sucked for all she was worth as pleasure bombarded her senses. She squeezed Trey’s cock within her, feeling the orgasm build. Jake groaned and filled her mouth with hot liquid. Just in time. She let him slip from her mouth as she wailed her own release, bliss exploding within her like a supernova. Trey groaned and thrust some more, and then he, too, erupted inside her.

Oh God, these men were incredible.

She wanted Jake again. Now.

When she shifted, Trey slid from behind her. Danielle sat down on the floor, then stretched out on the carpet and stared up at Jake, opening her arms.

“Jake?”

He stared at his flaccid member. “I’m going to need a minute.”

He wrapped his hand around his cock and she stroked her breasts and tweaked her nipples to help him along.

“I think I can give a hand.” Trey sat down beside Jake and wrapped his hand around Jake’s cock. The sight made Danielle even hotter . . . and it seemed to have a powerful effect on Jake, because as Trey stroked him, Jake’s cock swelled to full attention in record time.

Trey released him and Jake dropped to his knees, then prowled over Danielle. His curtain of hair streamed across her shoulder as he took her lips in a fast, hard kiss, then drove his cock into her in one forward thrust.

She moaned, loving his long, hard cock inside her. She wrapped her arms and legs around him and met his every thrust as he ground into her again and again.

“Oh, yeah, baby. Fuck me hard,” she cried.

His cock speared into her again and again and she arched against him as she felt the waves of pleasure swell.

“I’m so close. Jake, you’re going to make me . . .”

He thrust, kissing her neck. Then he swirled around and thrust deep.

She plummeted over the edge . . . into the free-fall of bliss. He held her, and kept pumping, as she moaned and moaned through an orgasm that seemed to last forever.

He groaned and thrust several more times, and then they simply clung to each other as they caught their breath. She sighed, hearing her pulse thumping past her ears.

Good heavens, these men had spoiled her for having sex with only one man again.

Or any man other than them.

Danielle woke up to a warm male chest pressed against her cheek and curly hair tickling her nose. She stroked her cheek against his chest and sighed.

“Morning, sleepyhead.” Jake kissed the top of her head.

“Mmm.” She realized there was no warm male body behind her. She glanced over her shoulder. “Where’s Trey?”

“He had to go to work.”

“Poor Trey. What about you?”

“I have a more flexible schedule than he does. Want some breakfast?”

“You offering to make it?” She loved breakfast, but she hated preparing it. Left to her own, she’d just have cereal.

“Sure. How about eggs Benedict?”

“Sounds good to me.” She slipped out of bed and headed to the shower.

After she finished drying her hair and dressing, she walked into the kitchen. Jake handed her a red stoneware mug filled with steaming coffee. She glanced around the bright kitchen with its light-stained wooden cabinets and tiled countertops. There was a cozy little breakfast nook surrounded by windows overlooking a treed backyard where birds chirped cheerfully.

She sat down and gazed outside to enjoy the view. Trey’s bike sat on one side of the large wooden deck.

“I’m surprised Trey didn’t ride his bike to work.”

“He did.” Jake glanced up and saw the direction of her gaze. “Ah, he has more than one bike.”

She sipped her coffee as she watched Jake move around Trey’s kitchen with ease. He flipped the bacon, then continued to whisk the sauce in a metal bowl.

“Do you want me to set the table?” she asked.

“No, you just sit there looking gorgeous. I’ll handle it.”

She sipped more hot coffee. That’s what she liked. A man who could handle himself in the kitchen
and
in the bedroom!

Less than fifteen minutes later, he set a great-looking plate of eggs Benedict in front of her, then sat across from her.