Forrest, Dawn - Sweet Water Wedding: Sharing Shannon (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (7 page)

He threw his head back, jerked his hips and yelled out. “Ahhh, God above.”

She held him, swallowing all his cum as it pulsed into her mouth and down her throat. When he collapsed back onto the bed she slowly licked him clean and kissed the tip.

“That should do for now,” she said smiling, looking very satisfied with a job well done. “I hope that you weren’t boasting about that repeat action.” She grinned smugly raising an eyebrow.

“I guess I was boasting,” he said as he caught his breath and watched her smile falter, “but I wasn’t lying.” Her face brightened up again and she slapped his thigh playfully. “Shannon, that was fantastic,” he added, slowly sitting up to pull her onto the bed next to him.

“My pleasure,” she purred.

He had the impression that she really had enjoyed doing that to him. She was one passionate woman.

“Your pleasure? You ain’t seen nothin’ yet, sweetheart.”

He kissed her full on the mouth, registering but not caring that he could taste his own essence. He carefully removed the clips and band holding her hair in place and broke away from her mouth so that he could watch the curtain of blazing red curls tumble down around her bare shoulders. Holding her heated gaze, he undid her bra and slowly peeled it from her body. His eyes settled on her chest. She wasn’t flat by any means, but she wasn’t well endowed either. He’d always thought that more than a handful was wasted.

“Beautiful,” he murmured.

Luke ran his fingers through her hair and gently pushed her to lie back on the bed. He leaned over her, lightly trailing his lips down her throat to her firm globes of milky white flesh, capped with dark pink areolas and very prominent nipples. He suckled first one and then the other, teasing the puckered flesh around each taut peak, before flicking his tongue over the proudly erect mini pillars of pleasure. She sighed as his hand stroked its way down her the smooth, soft skin of her body and slipped under her panties. His thick, blunt finger delved into her cream coated depths, slowly tunneling to the third knuckle before lightly caressing the channel walls, searching for and finding that sweet, sensitive spot that caused her to moan and grind her pelvis against his hand.

Abandoning her breasts he kissed down her flat abdomen until his hot breath lingered over her pubis. He swiftly pulled off her panties and for a moment did nothing except stare and deeply inhale the intoxicating aroma of her arousal.

“You smell great, too,” he murmured, revering her scent.

He observed that she was definitely a natural red head. Her plump pussy lips peeked out from a nest of short, closely cropped curls that glistened with jewel-like droplets of her sex juices. He spread her wide, holding the swollen outer petals open with two fingers while another worked inside, massaging and teasing. Her breath hitched and quickened.

He smiled wickedly at her, and then, not breaking eye contact, he probed in a circular motion around her clit with the tip of his tongue. She hissed but held his gaze for a long moment, biting her lip as a groan arose from deep in her throat. She lay back and gave herself up to his undivided attention.

He felt her hips gently undulate as he moved his finger within her and used his tongue to tease her clit. Luke established a rhythm necessary for her to reach climax. He could hear her panting and mewling as she climbed higher and higher, her soaked, strong pussy muscles starting to grip tighter. If James were here he would be giving them an in-depth commentary, ramping up the desire, pushing psychological boundaries farther.

Shannon gave a strangled cry—“Luke, I’m coming”—before her whole body stiffened and convulsed.

He could feel her channel clamping down on his finger, and heard the wet suction as he pulled it from her reluctant release. In haste he grabbed a condom from the bedside cabinet and rolled it on smoothly over his recovered hard cock. She was still panting but watching him closely as he positioned himself over her and in one solid thrust, glided...home. That’s how it felt, like a reunion with a long lost love.

Shannon nearly jerked off the bed, slamming into his hard chest, as his thick, long cock slid inside her, forging through the slick but tight spasming muscle and nudging the end of her cervix as he came to rest, balls deep, against her.

“Oh, don’t stop, fuck me please,” she half cried, half begged.

It pleased him that any reservations she may have had were lost with her panties. He loved her confidence and lack of inhibition.

“Don’t fret, sweetheart, I told you I’d give you what you want, what you need.”

He rose up off her body, slipped off her heels and placed her legs over his shoulders, lifting her ass, deepening the angle of penetration. He pulled nearly all the way out of her then slammed back hard repeatedly. His balls slapped against her butt as he thrust into her, shunting her body up the bed.

She was on fire, her internal heat only tampered by her wetness, and he could feel her peristaltic pussy stimulating his cock even more than he thought possible. Dear Jesus, he was having the ride of his life. Her breasts swayed with the fast hard rhythm of his penetration and another orgasm started deep within her, bloomed, and swept them both howling away. He gave a last ferocious thrust, nearly sending her into the headboard.

For a minute Luke couldn’t move, he had to concentrate on getting enough air into his lungs. Either he was out of practice flying solo without his partner in the cockpit or he had just fucked both their brains out. He looked down at Shannon and guessed it was the latter. She looked flushed and faintly overwhelmed. He smiled, feeling immensely pleased with himself for having pleasured her so thoroughly. Releasing her legs he lay lightly over her body to kiss her again, slowly and gently this time.

“Amazing, that was...incredible,” she sighed in between kisses.

“It was,” he wholeheartedly agreed.

They petted and caressed each other for several more minutes before Luke went to the bathroom to dispose of the condom. He grabbed two bathrobes because he reasoned there was no point in getting dressed again. When he came out she was lying on her side propped up on her elbow smiling at him and looking like she was enjoying the view.

“Like what you see?”

“Well, the curtains could be brighter,” she commented, deliberately misunderstanding.

He snorted, “You’re not looking at the curtains, babe.”

“Yeah, but I’m thinking about them,” she teased.

“No, you’re not.” He pretended to frown. Luke was used to women fawning over him, but he liked her quirky humor. “You will be thinking about food soon though. You must be hungry, let’s order.”

He found the room service menu and took it over to the bed. Admiring the curve of her waist and hip, he couldn’t resist running a hand gently over her toned, rounded little ass.

“I already know what I’m going to have for dessert,” she stated saucily, wiggling her eyebrows and making him chuckle.

“You’re almost as bad as James.” He slipped before realizing how that might sound and instantly regretting it.

“What?” Her voice wavered a little with uncertainty.

“James, you know, my business partner. He’s got a one-track mind.” He tried to sound nonchalant.

“Luke, is there something that you’re not telling me? Are you bisexual?”

“Christ no!”

“Because, I guess it doesn’t really matter if you are.”

“I’m not,” he said indignantly, “although I’m glad that you’re so open-minded.”

“You don’t have to be embarrassed about it.”

“Shannon, I am not bisexual. If I was I would tell you, but I’m not.” He said it seriously and with all the sincerity he could muster.

“Okay, well, then this James sounds an interesting guy.”

“He is. I wish you could meet him, I think you’d get on. Now, what shall we order?” He waved the menu in front of her and effectively changed the subject.

They both chose lighter options from the menu. Luke didn’t like strenuous activity on a full stomach. They had ordered a bottle of Cabernet Sauvignon and were halfway through it.

“If you don’t mind me asking, Shannon, are you attached to anyone?” Luke swirled the red wine around in the large glass trying to look unconcerned.

She regarded him as if it were a silly question. “I wouldn’t be here with you if I was.”

“That’s good to know.” He found himself disproportionately relieved at her answer.

“Look, I don’t really do this,” she airily waved her hand around, “one-night stand thing. I don’t know why, but I really wanted to be here with you. I haven’t ever had sex with a complete stranger before.” She paused as if considering something. “Perhaps I’ve been missing out.” She grinned.

“It’s often not what it’s cracked up to be. I’ll be honest, I’ve been a player in the past, but it gets old. I’m not looking for a casual fuck anymore. I want more. I just turned thirty and maybe that has something to do with it. I’d like to get to know you better, Shannon, but if you’re not cool with that, then I’ll just be glad for tonight.” Which was a lie, he’d never be happy if it was only one night with her.

“Well, that’s honest. I’d like to spend more time with you, too, but I’m leaving tomorrow to go and see my friend, and I’m not sure what I’m doing after the wedding. Rachael suggested that I could stay on and chill out at her cabin when she’s away on her honeymoon.” She paused and appeared to come to a decision. “I’ll give you my cell phone number and you can call if you still want to.”

“I’d like that.” He smiled warmly then frowned slightly as her words registered a pretty big coincidence. “Rachael? Your friend’s name is Rachael?”

“Yeah, she’s actually my best friend and I’m going to be chief bridesmaid, whatever that actually means. Will I get to boss the others around?” Shannon chuckled and sipped her wine. “She’s the type of friend that will call when she’s feeling happy about something just as often as when she’s feeling down, you know, just to share the happiness and best of times. We’ve both been busy with our careers and haven’t seen each other half as much as we’d like. She’s a vet, great with animals, especially livestock, and she absolutely loves her job, which is why I was surprised about her going back to Texas and then suddenly getting engaged.” She shook her head.

“A vet? She’s a vet? Her name’s Rachael and you’re going to her wedding?” He didn’t care if he sounded like a confused parrot; he was beginning to calculate the odds.

“Aye, and she’s getting married to a cattle rancher, so that’ll be handy for them both. I must admit though, I hope that he’s not a ‘rednecked good ol’ boy’ because we might not get on if that’s the case. She’s my best friend, so even if he is like that I’ll just have to fake liking him.” The wine must have blunted Shannon’s senses a little because she didn’t notice the wide-eyed look of shock and comprehension that must be developing on his face. “It appears he’s a real demon in the sack though,” she giggled, “and I don’t mind telling you, Luke, this place where she’s living, Meadow Ridge County, my goodness, you should hear some of the tales she’s been telling me about that place.”

Fucking hell!
“Yeah, what?” he almost croaked.

His heart galloped. This was Rachael’s friend, and she was going to be chief bridesmaid to the wedding where his partner James was the best man. It was one hell of a coincidence and if he believed in fate then he’d have a better time accepting it. He could barely comprehend his incredible good fortune. It solved the problem of how to get her home, but hell, it was definitely about to get complicated.

“Well, apparently it’s not uncommon for two men to share or marry the same woman.” She snorted a laugh. “That’s definitely more appealing to me than the normal 'ménage a trois' combination, but it’s a bit weird, don’t you think?”

“Er, well, maybe polyandry works well for them.” He ventured, his mind was working fast, trying to think of the best way of dealing with the subject and laying down a positive foundation point from which he and James might begin to progress.