A Week in the Snow (21 page)

Richard stared at the way she displayed her body for him, inviting him to take whatever he wanted. The weeks of separation fell away and she was still his Rebecca, the woman who had opened him up in such a sexual frenzy that he knew he would never be the same again.

“Do you remember what we talked about the night you left?” he asked, his voice hoarse with desire as he looked at her.

She remembered very well. “Remind me.”

Richard stepped to the bed. He took a moment to look around the room, at the photographs on the walls and the old-fashioned dresser in the corner. The bed was huge, the centrepiece of the room, and for a moment he wondered what other men had been there, and what she had looked like while she fucked them. The thought made him curiously jealous and turned him on all at once.

He touched the small of her back with his fingertips. She jerked and lowered her head to the blanket. He watched her sway against his touch.

He pressed the dildo to her pussy.

Rebecca tensed, immediately aware of what he had in his hand but not quite ready to take it inside her. She held perfectly still as he twisted it against her, not entering her but making her think he might. He waited until she pushed back against it the slightest bit, then pulled it away.

He pressed the dildo to her ass.

Rebecca let out a low, animal sound. She swivelled her hips slowly, trying to get him to push it harder, but he pulled it away from there, too. She knelt on the bed, panting, waiting.

“You wanted more than one man,” he said, his tone accusing. “You wanted more than one dick in you. Remember that, Rebecca? How you wanted to be the fuck-toy centrepiece of a gangbang?”

Rebecca’s pussy melted with desire. She thrust her hips into the air, offering him any hole he wanted. He watched as she writhed on the bed, her whole body afire with the idea he had just put in her head. She wasn’t playing coy and he wasn’t about to deny how much it turned him on.

He pressed the dildo to her pussy and began to push.

Rebecca groaned as the dildo went all the way in without pause. Richard held it there, pressing it hard into her, well aware it was hitting bottom and might be hurting her. He twisted it and she hissed as the spirals of pain went through her, but she wasn’t about to move away. He played with her, sliding it in and out a few times before pushing it all the way in again. She cried out, once, the sound loud in the bedroom.

“Hold it there,” he ordered.

Rebecca reached under her body and pressed her hand to his. He made sure the dildo was where he wanted it, then slowly moved his hand away, leaving her in control. She immediately began to ride it. Richard’s eyes were riveted between her thighs as she fucked herself. He watched the dildo, now slick with her juices, as it slid out of her. He enjoyed the way her cunt swallowed it, as though it were hungry for the thick, hard toy.

He spread lube all over the vibrator as she rode the dildo.

She knew what was coming, and the thought of it turned her on more than she had thought it would. She had had her share of lovers, but never had she felt all her holes filled at one time, and that’s what she wanted more than anything. It might not be real, live male bodies, but it would be just as good—especially when she had Richard’s cock deep in one of those holes, pumping into her and driving them both to an orgasm on the strength of their shared fantasy.

“More than one man,” he mused, and pressed the vibrator to her ass.

She shuddered, her whole body primed and ready for what he was going to do to her. She was a little afraid of what it would feel like, and she didn’t think for a moment it wouldn’t hurt, but she thought the orgasm would be harder if there were a little hurt involved. No pain, no gain.

“Keep fucking him,” he told her, watching the dildo go in and out of her. “Make his dick happy, honey. Don’t let him come, though. He needs to wait until the other men are coming. Three hot loads of cum in your body all at once…don’t you want that, Rebecca?”

  “Yes,” she murmured. “Yes.”

“Then hold still,” he said. “Hold still. This other man wants to ride up your back door, and you’re going to open your cheeks and invite him in, aren’t you?”

She nodded and pressed her forehead to the bed below her. She looked between her legs. Richard’s pants were unzipped and his dick was in his hand. She kept fucking herself with the dildo and imagined a man on the bed behind her, his cock lubed and ready. She pictured Richard standing nearby while that man pressed hard against her ass and began to inch his way inside.

Richard was pushing the vibrator in a little at a time. He watched with rapt attention as her sphincter opened under the pressure. She whimpered and he pulled the vibrator back, but she protested loudly. “No! Don’t stop. Fuck me.”

Richard pushed the vibrator back in. He kept pushing as she opened, this time ignoring her small cries and whimpers. Sliding it in wasn’t nearly as easy as he thought it would be, and he knew that was because of the dildo filling her pussy. When the vibrator was in as far as it could go, Rebecca let out a long wail of satisfaction. Richard pushed it harder, just for good measure, and began to fuck her with it.

“They are both fucking you,” he said. “Both of them in you. One below, one on top, making you take it. Filling you with cock. And you know what?”

She didn’t hear him at first. She was too busy fucking the dildo, fucking the vibrator, feeling both hard fantasy men filling her. Richard had to repeat himself twice before she answered him.

“What?” she panted.

“You’re going to suck me off while those men fuck you.”

She was on the verge of an orgasm. She tried to hold back but the vibrator was fucking her ass without mercy, going as hard as he pleased, and she was being dragged to the edge of pleasure whether she liked it or not.

“He’s going to make me come!” she wailed, completely lost in the fantasy.

“You’re going to let another man make you come?” he asked her, his voice a mastery of mock surprise, his dick harder than ever in his hand. “You’re going to do that while your boyfriend watches?”

She couldn’t hold back anymore, and Richard knew it. Her hand trembled on the dildo and her knees started to give way. He reached under her, grabbed the dildo with his other hand, and pressed both toys deep into her body.

Rebecca came, convulsing on the toys, squeezing them so hard she almost pushed them out. Richard pressed hard against the bases of them, holding them in, making the orgasm so much more intense. He held the toys as she rode hard against them, her eyes closed, lost in the fantasy of fucking two men in her bed while her boyfriend watched every sensation that ran through her body.

Richard enjoyed the view. He saw her toes curl, her calves tighten, her whole body shudder, and her pussy get wetter. He watched as her nipples got hard, as the flush ran from her chest to her face, as her lips fell open and her eyes closed. His cock was rock hard as she collapsed on the bed, the toys still in her, breathing hard.

Richard came around the other side of the bed, careful to hold the toys in her as he moved. “Get up,” he ordered her, and after looking at him for a moment with dazed eyes, she got up on her knees. When he wiggled the dildos she reached under her and pressed her shaky hand against his. “Hold those there. We’re not done yet.”

Rebecca panted as he pushed down his pants, grabbed a handful of her hair, and pushed his dick in her mouth. Immediately, the tiny zings of pleasure shot through her again, pulses that made her pussy clench hard on the dildo inside it. She rocked back and forth, first taking in his cock then taking in the toys, until she built up a steady rhythm. Her body felt liquid, melting from the inside out, a vessel of pleasure.

Richard watched his girlfriend, her hair in disarray and her face red, as his cock disappeared into her mouth. She took him in all the way and gagged once, but quickly got her rhythm back and kept the motion smooth. He resisted the urge to thrust into her and make himself come as quickly as he could. This was her fantasy, and he wanted her to come hard while all three holes were busy.

He knew when she started to lose it again. Her motion became jerky and for a moment, she forgot to suck his cock. Her eyes went distant and her moans became constant. Richard reached down and grabbed her hair, forcing her to look at him.

“Suck me off,” he ordered. “Fuck them both, and make them come, and suck me off. Take cum down every one of your holes.”

She stared up at him as her body started to shake. When he thrust his cock deep into her mouth, it was like flipping a switch. She came hard enough to push the toys out of her.

They dropped to the bed, wet and glistening. She moaned on his dick, and that final vibration, mixed with the way she looked there on that bed in front of him, pushed him over the edge, too.

Richard came in her mouth. She swallowed him at first, but somehow she had the presence of mind to pull away for the second shot, so it landed all over her lips. The third came when she sucked him back into her mouth, intent on getting the rest of it from him. She looked up at him, his cock buried and his cum on her face, and he could have sworn the look in her eye was a laugh.

When she collapsed on the bed this time, he let her go. She rolled over and looked at the toys, then looked at him, and burst out laughing. She sat up slowly, cleaned the cum from her face with her fingers, and slowly licked it away, savouring it like candy. Richard watched her until it was all gone, then he crawled into the bed beside her, pushing the toys out of the way.

“Three men,” he whispered, still trying to catch his breath.

“You were the best out of all of them,” she said.

“I was the only one with a pulse.”

She cuddled under his chin and he held her with one strong arm. She took his hand, the one that had been bandaged the last time she saw him, and turned it over in hers. There was a straight, even scar there. She kissed it and ran the tip of her tongue across it. “Does it hurt?”

“It twinges if I lift something heavy,” he said. “But soon it won’t hurt at all.”

“Good.”

They lay in silence for a while, and for the first time Richard took in the beauty of the room, the tiny space that looked so much bigger with the addition of the sunlight glowing through the wide and high windows. The pictures on the wall were simple, matted in white, skylines of the city they were now in. There was one of a covered bridge, and he knew exactly when it had been taken. That made him smile.

Rebecca lay against him and listened to his heartbeat under her ear. How many nights had she lain on her pillow and wished she could hear this sound instead? Now he was here, strong and solid in her bed, and she had never been happier.

“I have something to tell you,” he said.

She sat up in bed, waiting for it. Her hair was tangled, and the makeup she had carefully applied before coming to see him was long gone. He could still smell her perfume, though, something light and airy, so much like that yellow dress she had worn to the airport.

She looked into his eyes and saw happiness there.

“Tell me.”

He smiled at her. “I filed for divorce.”

Rebecca’s eyes grew wide. She had tried hard not to think about the future because she knew his personal life wasn’t settled, no matter how confident they were in their relationship. But now he had taken a definite, legal step towards settling all the issues that held them back from a real discussion about what would come next. The word ’divorce’ seemed to open up a brand new horizon and made the world look entirely different.

Richard watched the emotions flood her face. First there was surprise, then elation, then a gradual dawning of reality as she thought about what it all meant. Finally there was a calm acceptance, but one that didn’t hide the joy she felt.

“How will they find her to serve the papers?” she asked.

“I have no idea, but I’m sure a legal team can find her. I’ve just never tried.”

“You never sent an investigator after her?”

“Why? She didn’t want to be with me, so why would I track her down?”

Rebecca nodded. If she had been the one in that situation, she probably wouldn’t have hired an investigator, either. “How do you think she will react?”

“I doubt she will care,” he mused. “Or she will be stunned that I actually did it.”

“She has to expect it.”

“Well, it doesn’t matter. I’ve done it, and now she can respond to it if she likes, but the fact remains: I’m moving on. And I want to move on with you.”

Her radiant smile was all the answer he needed.

Chapter Fourteen

Their weekend in Miami was blissful. They spent most of their time in her apartment, getting reacquainted and doing their best to wear each other out. When they weren’t exploring things between the sheets, they were out on the streets of Miami, exploring all the things that were so different from Richard’s life in Iowa. Around every corner he heard the colourful sounds of Spanish. The sun shone down on bodies that were scantily clad, even though it was supposed to be winter. The water was blue, so blue it hurt his eyes, and the skyscrapers looked more like works of art than buildings. He took it all in while Rebecca watched the discovery in his eyes, and did her best to capture it with her camera.

Richard went to the studio with her and looked at everything, remembering how she looked through the back rooms of the
Crispin Tribune
. He now understood the novelty of soaking up the atmosphere in which she spent so much of her time, and he tried to remember everything, so he could take it back to Iowa with him until the next time he came to see her.

He looked through her portfolio, impressed anew at her talent. He scanned her schedule book and was secretly delighted to see how busy she was. It might keep her from coming to Iowa as often as he would have liked, but it was also the mark of her burgeoning success, and that made him happy.

Rebecca kept her camera on him all weekend, taking pictures of him when he was aware of it and even more when he was not. She loved having him there, loved the way her apartment seemed different now, as though the space had been changed by his presence. She knew she would never walk the streets of Miami again without seeing him on the sidewalk, on the street corner, in the little shops. The thought filled her with a peace that was almost startling in its force.