1 2 3 4 5 6 7 Ім'я файлу: Red-_-White-Sierra-Simone.docx Розширення: docx Розмір: 680кб. Дата: 14.01.2022 скачати Пов'язані файли: есе.docx ГРАФИК.docx Chapter 3LiamI’m dead. I know I have to be dead, because I’m looking at two sweet angels in front of me, and I vaguely recall hazy snippets of their merry chatter and bright laughter. The feeling of small hands petting me, warming me. Tending to me. It felt like heaven. I blink up at them now, the heel of my palm going to my dick out of sheer habit to press against it, and then one of them—the white girl, with lips painted the color of sin—giggles. And I realize there probably isn’t morning wood in heaven. Not that it’s fucking morning, judging by the dark windows and the dim room, filled with the light from two small lamps and the glow of a crackling fire. I stretch, feeling aches and pinpricks everywhere, and remember in fits and spurts the nightmare leading up to this moment. The truck breaking down. Having to choose between freezing to death in the truck or freezing to death searching for the nearest cabin along the way. Seeing the warm dance of firelight through a haze of snow and trees… I shake my body like a dog and lumber to my feet, tucking my eager cock away as I do. No need to scare the angels, especially after they’ve been so kind to me. “Hello,” I rumble. My voice is deeper and rougher than normal, no doubt from the three or four hours of inhaling frozen air and snow. “I’m Liam.” They glance at each other. I realize that they’re holding hands, that they’re standing as if they were frozen mid-motion and about to leave. “I’m Scarlett,” announces the girl with lips the color of sin. “This is Snow.” Snow bites her lip and nods, then glances away, like she’s having a hard time not staring at my erection. I like that. I intentionally stretch again, knowing how it pulls my briefs tight around my cock, as my mind truly begins to clear and I begin to absorb where I’m really at and who I’m with. First off, the cabin is spacious and newish, fitted out with the kind of furniture and appliances that scream money. I can’t recognize the shape of the windows, which makes me think I’ve never seen this place before—which makes me think I wandered way fucking farther than I’d originally thought. Christ knows how I’ll find my truck again. Second of all, the girls are younger than me. College aged, I’d guess, maybe a tiny bit older. Snow has dark brown skin, dark eyes, eyelashes so long they cast shadows. Long, skinny braids frame her face, and she’s petite and slender. Scarlett is milk-pale, with freckles dashed over her button nose and dark hair bundled up in a careless knot on her head. She’s as curvaceous as Snow is slim, and they’re both in pajamas that do nothing to hide their perfect little bodies. Actually… I look again at their clasped hands and then up to their flushed faces, a slow worry creeping through me. I know fuck all about women’s fashion, but I do know that women don’t wear these kinds of slinky camisoles and shorts unless they want to be seen in them. And the flush in their faces can’t only be from the fire… I swallow, trying to angle my body away as I look for something to cover up with. These girls are clearly together and I don’t want them to think I’m trying to wave my boner at them. “I’m sorry,” I say, my voice still harsh with the effects of the storm. “It’s a sleep thing, you know—” “Oh, I know all about sleep things,” Scarlett laughs, but Snow elbows her and then cants her head toward me in an obvious can’t you see he’s embarrassed gesture. “Your pants are in the washer,” Snow says, by way of apology. “We didn’t entirely feel right undressing you, but all your clothes were either wet or frozen, and we didn’t want you to get hypothermia.” “You did the right thing,” I assure her. “I’m grateful.” Both of their eyes are on my cock now. God, I like that so fucking much. I like even better that I can see their nipples through their silky pajama tops, all hard like little needy bullets. I wonder how they would feel against my chest, dragging along the tops of my thighs as they suckled at me with warm mouths. Even just the thought of it is enough to make my erection give a slow, obvious pulse, and I’m grateful at least that they can’t see the large wet spot on my briefs from where my tip has leaked precum all over the place. Stop it, I tell my dick. Don’t bother the angels. I reach down for the blanket, getting ready to wrap myself in it, and Snow blurts out, “Don’t.” Scarlett’s head swivels to look at the other girl, and I can tell by Scarlett’s face that this must be extraordinarily out of character for Snow. I go still, keeping my eyes on the two young women in front of me. “Pardon?” “I mean, you should if you have a person already,” Snow continues on, closing her eyes as she rushes through the rest in a single breath. “You should cover up if you’re dating someone or whatever, and also you should cover up if you want to—but don’t cover up because of us.” Clearly through all her reserves of bravery, she takes a breath and opens her eyes again as she finishes. “Don’t cover up because you think we want you to.” Scarlett’s smiling the wickedest smile I’ve ever seen on a woman, with her tongue set temptingly against her teeth. “Snow!” she exclaims with delight. “You naughty girl!” I straighten back up—without the blanket—and Scarlett and Snow look back to me. For a long moment, no one says anything, and the only sounds are the blizzard screaming outside and the fire crackling around the big logs in the fireplace. I can’t say when the moment finally blooms into heady, erotic promise, but only that it does, as sure as a flower pushing its stubborn way through the snow to get to the sun. We go from looking to wanting, the kind of want that makes you breathe hard and hunger beyond all reason. It no longer matters that we’re strangers to each other—them saving my life feels more intimate than anything I’ve shared with anyone in recent memory—and it certainly doesn’t matter that this isn’t exactly a standard configuration where I come from. The only thing that matters is all the inches and inches of warm skin going untouched right now. “So if I don’t cover up,” I say, taking a step forward. “What then?” “Well,” Scarlett says as she taps one black-painted finger against her lips. “I suppose you could always thank us. Isn’t that right, Snow?” Snow’s mouth twitches in a smile. “I think that’s an excellent idea, Scarlett.” I take another step forward. “And how do such wonderful angels want to be thanked?” “Mmm, well,” Scarlett says, her finger now stroking along the plump bow of her lower lip. “I guess that depends on how adventurous you are.” “And you two? How adventurous are you?” I don’t miss that Snow squeezes Scarlett’s hand, and I get the sense that they’re silently communicating about something they’ve already talked about, which is something of a relief. I mean, at this point I’d give up my ranch and my truck to crawl into bed with these two, but it’s clear they have something between them, and I don’t want to mess that up. No single night is worth that. But if it’s something they’ve already discussed and come to terms with… “We’re very, very adventurous,” Scarlett asserts. “In that case…” I move forward, and with a couple quick movements and a lot of giggling from the angels, I have them easily tucked into each arm. “Tell me there’s a bed here.” “Just down the hall,” Scarlett says. “It’s a very big bed.” And then they both break into giggles again. Their merriment is infectious; I can’t remember the last time I’ve heard so much laughter. Sometimes the ranch hands will gather up at dusk for grub and a shared bottle of whiskey, but even then, silence reigns. I suppose it’s my own fault—I’ve been informed by enough women that I’m too gruff and harsh to be an inside pet of any kind. I’m good for a couple hours in the room above the local tavern, but not much else. Strange, though, I don’t mind so much being gruff here. These young women aren’t put off by me and my growls in the least. In fact, every time I do something rough or bearlike, I’m merely patted or cooed at, as if they’ve taken for granted that I won’t hurt them and that they’ve already tamed me. It’s shockingly gratifying. Stunningly pleasant. The bedroom looms close, and I feel like some kind of king from legend as I carry the two gorgeous women inside and toss them onto the bed. Their laughter floats up to the ceiling as I find a low light to flick on and then wrap my hands around Snow’s lean thighs and tug her ass to the edge of the bed. “What are you doing?” she asks as I curl my fingers around the waistband of her silky bedtime shorts. “I want to thank you for saving my life. On my knees. With my mouth. That okay?” “Oh,” she says, pupils blowing wide. “Oh yes. Very okay.” “Scarlett?” Scarlett’s already wriggling out of her shorts and parting her curvy legs. “Whatever you want. I’m guessing you like doing whatever you want.” “Yeah,” I grunt, tugging off Snow’s shorts and getting my first glimpse of her sleek, wet pussy. “I do.” And then I drop to my knees and kiss my way from Snow’s knee all the way down to her core. 1 2 3 4 5 6 7 |