Cabin Fever (16 page)

Sometimes just having sex was a good thing. And who could complain about having another round with Sean? Knowing his body intimately made it all the more exciting. What plans did he have for her this time? Would he tie her up? Would he pound into her mercilessly? She hoped so.

Sean flashed her a naughty grin and motioned to Patrick, who went to the closet. He came back with more blankets. “Can’t believe it’s still freezing in here. I like it cozy.” He piled them on the bed.

“I guess I’ll go put on something more comfortable.” Sandra rolled off the bed and walked to her dresser.

“I prefer you naked.” Sean laughed. She looked over her shoulder at him as he lay buck-naked on her bed. With one knee bent, he stroked his massive cock. “Come here. I want those wet lips on this, and after that, I want you flat on your back, spread-eagled, so I can pound my dick into that nice, juicy pussy.”

More interested in Sean the man, Sandra crept toward the bed, then moved closer once on it. Sprawled on her bed like a pagan offering, he gave her goose bumps. It had to be the most erotic thing she’d ever seen in her life.

“Stand in front of me,” Sean commanded, sitting up and lifting her over him to stand beside the mattress. “Don’t think we men don’t appreciate it when women wear sexy lingerie, but the bottom line is, we prefer you naked if we have a choice. Hey, Patrick, come here and make yourself useful. Remover her clothes.”

Sandra’s knees quivered. She didn’t know how long it would take for her to get used to having two men at the same time.

Patrick stood behind her. He licked her from the nape of the neck to her shoulder blades, then kissed back up to his starting position. Sandra pressed against him, and his hands roamed down her belly. Her nervousness waned. Whatever scary scenario played out in her mind disappeared, because her body hummed to life with the first touch.

Unlike the lady in her
Just for Women
mag, who supposedly got scared when the men started to make love to her at once, Sandra’s engine ran hot and at the ready.

Patrick made his way to her pants and unfastened them. Sean crawled over and pulled them down. Patrick continued to kiss the small of her back. Sean kissed her stomach as she twirled and twisted her hands in his blonde mane, sighing in pleasure. She then stepped out of the pants and kicked them aside.

“I don’t know why you insist on wearing panties.” Patrick slid them down her legs, kissing her skin from thigh to ankle.

Sean worked his way down her body, only stopping briefly between her legs. Sandra instinctively lifted her leg, and Sean grabbed her calf to rub his face against her flesh.

“You have the silkiest skin I’ve ever felt.”

“Oh, that tickles.” Soft peach fuzz of Sean’s five-o’clock shadow caressed her legs. “Hee hee. Stop!”

“Love to hear you laugh as much as I love to hear you come.” Sean worked his way back up her body and kissed her breasts. “You got some gorgeous tits.” He leaned over and sucked a nipple in his mouth.

Sandra sucked in her breath and her hand went to Patrick’s crotch. She massaged his massive length through his workout pants. Patrick rewarded her with a passionate kiss on the neck.

“I’m gonna watch as my buddy here fucks the hell out of you,” Patrick purred seductively in her ear. “Would you like that? You like to be watched, don’t you?”

“Yes.” Sandra didn’t care who watched at this point. For a brief moment, an image of her, Sean, and Patrick in the middle of Central Park came to mind.

“I know you do.” Patrick slowly kissed her again and caressed her butt. “I want to taste that pussy before Sean gets to it, if that’s all right with you.”

“It’s more than all right.” She moaned. Patrick had to be the best pussy eater she’d ever been with. Sean ran a close second. Not that she’d had that many cross her path, but from the experience she’d already had with him, she knew no one could touch him.

“Go ahead, but don’t take too long.” Sean reclined against the headboard.

Patrick laid Sandra on her back. Bending over her, he covered her body with kisses. When he reached the junction between her thighs, he lifted one of her legs and placed it on his shoulder, then went in for the kill.

His tongue made contact with her clit.

“Ahhh, yes! That feels soo good.”

Sean kissed Sandra’s lips, neck, and breasts. He kneaded her body with his hands, every now and then sliding his hand to her pussy, where Patrick feasted.

“The way you love having your pussy eaten and the way I love to eat it, this should be my morning meal every day, huh?”

“Oh, yes.” She panted.

“We’re here to please.”

Patrick stopped for a breather, while Sean fingered her for a moment. She came again, moaning in pleasure and moving her hand to meet Sean’s.

“Mmm, more cream.” Patrick moved both their hands and resumed eating her. His tongue, lingered deep inside. He twirled it and slowly removed it, licking the sides of her slick folds.

Sandra flew apart. She’d never felt so good and so pampered, with two gorgeous, hot men tending to her lustful needs.

“I’m coming!”

“Lick her good.” Sean pinched Sandra’s nipples, and took each sensitive bud in his mouth.

“Patrick!” She clung to Sean’s hair, nearly tearing it out of his scalp.

Patrick untangled himself from her legs, crawled up her body, nudged Sean’s head out of the way, and sucked her breasts. Sean thrust his fingers inside her.

“Aargh! Ahhh!” Sandra screamed until she was hoarse.

Sean tapped him on the shoulder. “You had your fun, for now. I’m hard as a rock and tired of waiting.”

Patrick threw him a glare, but respected his wishes.

They traded places. Patrick lounged against the headboard as Sean covered her with his body.

“Hand me that condom on the end table,” Sean said.

Patrick leaned to the side, grabbed the packet, and tossed it to him.

“Thanks.” Sean quickly opened the foil and slipped on the condom. “Open your legs, baby. I know you’re dripping wet and ready for me.”

Barely recovered from her last orgasm, again she obeyed. Before she could wrap her legs around his waist, he plunged into her.

“Sean!”

“Oh fuck, you’re tight and wet. Damn, girl!”

“She feels good around you?” Patrick held Sandra’s hand. She could hardly take her eyes off Sean and his command of her body. And yet from time to time she glanced over at Patrick as if seeking his approval.

“Hell, yeah!” Sean moved slowly in and out of her. “Am I big enough for you?”

“Oh yes!”

“Am I going too slow for you?”

“Yes!”

“You want it fast and rough, don’t you? You want me to really fuck you, don’t you?”

The dirtier Sean talked, the more wound up she got. She couldn’t believe he got her going like that. Then again, this was her best friend and someone she trusted. She knew how he felt about her, so the rough language only enhanced her arousal.

He picked up the pace, going in and out of her in long, swift strokes. Patrick still held her hand. She couldn’t let go if she wanted to, her grip now like a vice. She needed him there to keep her from falling off the bed. With Sean’s thrusting, the mattress slid off to the side.

“Faster! Harder! Yes!” she screamed, thrashing about and slamming her head on the pillow.

“Oh, I’m gonna give it to you, all right.” Sean braced his hands on either side of her head. He pumped into her faster, and just when she was on the verge of coming—yet again—he pulled out.

“No! God no…please.” Sandra reached for him in protest.

“Oh, I’m not done with you yet. Turn over. I want to fuck you from behind. I want to be able to play with your tits while fucking that sweet pussy of yours.”

Sandra rolled over. Her body felt as if it was left to melt on a hot stove. Patrick kissed her lightly before heading toward the door. “Patrick?”

He tossed her a wink. “Sean wants your full attention for a bit. I’ll see you in the morning.”

Before she could process that comment, strong fingers dug into her hip. “Focus,” Sean ordered, his voice thick and raspy. He smacked her ass, and she nearly came again.

He grabbed her by the hips and teased her by putting the tip of his penis at her opening. She would lose her mind any minute. The man really liked toying with her, and she enjoyed every minute of it.

“Please.”

“Please what?”

“Please take me.”

“You sound so proper. Tell me what you really want, and say it the way I want to hear it.”

He inched his cock a little bit more inside her and didn’t move. How agonizing. Her clit vibrated with every touch of his cock.

“Please, hurry, fuck me!”

“I love it when you talk dirty.”

Sandra braced herself on her elbows as he slid his length into her.

“Oh, Sean. I fantasized about this.”

“Really?”

“Both you and Patrick.”

Sean leaned over her body and kissed her breast. “We need to talk about these fantasies.” He brushed her hair from her neck and kissed it. “You’ve been keeping things from us.”

“I didn’t mean to—”

Sean plunged into her as he hugged her body tighter. When he was balls deep, Sandra start moved with him. “I never had sex like this…in this position,”

“Your past boyfriends were either, boring, unimaginative, or inexperienced.”

“I agree with all three.” Sandra closed her eyes and enjoying the feel of Sean deep inside her. Even though he made love to her more like a porn star, she still experienced a strong connection to him; a connection stronger than she’d ever felt with any man except Patrick.

Sean moved faster inside her. She couldn’t decide whether to hold her breath or scream. Which would heighten the sensation? It really didn’t matter at this point; she became unglued with each thrust.

She reached behind her, grasping Sean’s powerful thighs. As the thrusting became faster and harder, she lost some of her balance. Sean was right there to help her. He grabbed a handful of her hair and pulled her head back without losing his rhythm.

“Oh, baby, I can fuck you like this all night.”

Her sentiments exactly. Having her head pulled back and him riding her like a horse was a new and thrilling experience. Sean laid her down flat on the bed. He slammed in and out of her at a frantic pace now, pushing her closer and closer to the edge. Then all of a sudden, he pulled out.

She groaned in disapproval, but then he slid back in again. He did this at least five times, torturing her.

On the sixth time, she screamed so loud, she hoped Patrick wouldn’t run in thinking something crazy had happened.

Sean eventually pulled out of her, flipped her over on her back, and kissed her nearly blind. His chest rising and falling as his breathing slowed.

“That scream will remain imprinted in my brain forever,” Sean said, gasping for breath. He then grabbed the covers and pulled them over them. “I think I’ll stay for the rest of the night. Do you mind?”

“Of course not.

He kissed her on her forehead, which seemed out of place after what they’d shared, but the gesture was a sweet and welcome relief.

No more than ten minutes later, they both fell asleep.

“Wow! This bath is really coming along.” Sandra entered the partially-remodeled room with the boys. “Too bad we have to leave in a couple of days. I would love to see the rest.”

“Time flies when you’re having fun,” Sean winked at her. “But you’re right. It’s coming along great—and fast, which is important.” He ran a hand along the wall. “I like this terracotta color.”

They’d finally cracked down and started work. It had been only a couple of days since the first contractors showed up, and already things moved so quickly, it made their heads spin.

Uncle Travis had been a bit hesitant when he got wind of what their plans were for the place. But after Sean’s “gentle” persuasion, he handed it over without fuss.

“Check out this tub.” Patrick stepped into the king-sized shower. “Our guests will love this. Six shower heads and steam-room capability.”

“Well, that’s one bathroom down and twelve more to go,” Sean quipped.

“It will all come together soon enough, don’t worry,” Sandra replied, rubbing his arm.

“I know. But it so seems daunting.”

“All great plans appear daunting, but worth it. Look at us,” Patrick reminded him smiling at the both of them.

Sean smiled at Patrick and Sandra. “This is true.”

“And we’re with you all the way with this project,” Sandra said, taking Sean’s arm and exiting the bathroom. “See, we have the professionals do the real hard technical stuff, and we do the rest. In fact, our tile should be delivered today.”

“Are you sure you want to tackle this now? We have only two days to lay it, and that’s for one room.” Patrick tapped on the walls with his knuckles.

“We can at least get the feel for it, and we can fly back over the weekend. Besides, we took those classes at the home store—twice, so we’re almost like pros,” Sandra said.

Sean chuckled as he headed for the kitchen. “We wanted to make sure we comprehended everything.”

“The kitchen is coming along nicely, too. They are fast,” Sandra said, smoothing her hand over the granite countertops.

“Told ya. O’Connor gave us great references, and they work in shifts. We have someone doing something around the clock.”

“Can’t wait to see the bill,” Patrick snorted.

“Please, I’m in a good mood.” Sean shook his head.

“We’ll make a trip back up here in a few weeks. By then, we should see even more progress,” Patrick said. “Then we’ll come, paint, tile and hang window treatments.”

“That’s a cinch.” She waved her hand.

Sean sat beside her. “It seems simple when you guys talk about it,” he mused. “Okay, let’s put our staff together.”

“There’s not much to put together at this point,” Sandra laughed. “Let’s see, I’m the resident nutritionist, Rhonda does facials, body wraps, etc. You and Patrick will manage of all the workouts and cross-training.”

“We still need more people,” Sean said.

“We can take one trainer from each of the Boot Camps,” Patrick suggested.