Erotic Romance
Date Published: 11-25-2024
Publisher: Chocolate Cake Reads
On a trip that goes awry from the start,…
Vicky and Michelle, best friends since childhood, rented a cabin for a last
hurrah together before Michelle’s upcoming nuptials. The day of their trip,
Michelle receives an email with proof her fiance cheated on her. The two
women head to the cabin anyway to escape the chaos of a cancelled wedding.
Neither of them expected the cabin to already occupied by three sexy
guys.
Vicky’s snowed in with three hot guys…
When Michelle’s ex shows up unexpectedly to set the story straight and asks
to meet her at a nearby hotel, Vicky gets snowed in with the three men,
where things get even hotter! It starts out as happy fun times, but what
happens when none of them want to let go?
What else is she supposed to do to pass the time other than them?
Read “Tangled in Ribbons” to find out if they salvage their
friendships when jealousies, insecurities, and realities intrude in this
snowed in, why choose adventure.
This is fully consensual, why choose erοtic romance with MFMM and
limited MM action. For a list of sexսal activities included in this book, please check out
https://www.pennyheartbooks.com/#books
Contains extensive explicit sexսal language.
EXCERPT
Chapter 5
Taylor needed to go to his room. He needed alone time after seeing Vicky’s breasts bounce in her sweater every time she moved. It was clear to him she wasn’t wearing a bra, only one of those silky tank top things women sometimes wore under sweaters.
Her breasts swayed in a way that drew his attention, but her nipples were the real giveaway. They were so… pinched in the cold, winter air. It was a surprising challenge to keep his eyes from drifting back to her chest. He could spend hours staring at her breasts, but he wasn’t a creepy asshole, just a regular asshole.
Taylor liked breasts in general. He might describe himself as a breast man, though he found something to like in all women’s bodies. Most of the time, he gravitated towards lithe, lean women with perky, smaller breasts that fit snugly in his hands. Vicky’s were full and heavy, but it was hard to stop himself from staring. When her nipples poked out, it was hard to keep from groaning out loud.
As soon as he got behind his closed door, he would revisit those tits in his mind. Within a few minutes, he’d release his cock from its prison.
For now, he schooled his expression into the charming smile that generally convinced women to do whatever he wanted. It seemed to work, though he wasn’t quite sure why he was so invested in Cole’s little fling.
It was difficult to believe they were talking about snowmobiles. All he could think about was how much he wanted to tit-fuck Vicky and then fuck her throat with his long cock. Taylor wondered about the color of her nipples and if they were big. They were probably big to go with her big tits. Fuck, she had great tits. He could imagine them wrapped around his cock as he—
Fuck. He needed to pay attention and get his mind off her curvaceous body. Even if he did want to know what noises she made when he sucked on those tits.
He had a brief flash of guilt before he squashed it. Vicky made her choice already, and she wasn’t his type anyway. Physically, she was curvier and rounder than the women he went for, but more than that, she was too… confident. Yeah, and too much in control.
That reminder helped him clear his mind a little, and he tuned back into the conversation. Taylor reminded his friends about their scheduled plans, gave the women a reasonable suggestion they’d be stupid to pass up on, and spoke with his friends for a few minutes before they separated. At last, he was on the way to his room to let the beast out.
Cole was suspicious of his motives, and maybe he should be. Yeah, Taylor wanted Cole to get laid, but he would be lying if he said his interest in the voluptuous Vicky—ugh, he hated diminutive names, especially during sex—was entirely for his friend’s pleasure.
He walked casually to avoid drawing attention, and he reminded himself she was too sexually aggressive for his tastes. More power to her, but it wasn’t what he liked. He liked to be the one in control and had no interest in fighting for it with a woman.
Even if it was far too easy to imagine this woman tied up with the holiday ribbons that decorated every damned shelf and stick of furniture in their rental. Christmas was a month away, but the cabin had everything but a Christmas tree. Hell, each of the four posters of his giant bed were wrapped in red ribbon to make them look like candy canes. He could think of better things to do with that ribbon.
Once the thought appeared, all he could think about was her pale skin and long dark hair in contrast against the red ribbon. She’d look fucking gorgeous tied to his bed, her wrists bound in a festive bow and attached to one of the posts. That would be better than his favorite tie. He shut the door and leaned into his fantasy.
Taylor would leave her legs unbound, but maybe another ribbon would work as a gag. Yeah, they’d need something to try to muffle the sounds he knew he could pull from her reactive body. She looked like she’d be a screamer, and he would make it his mission to draw as many screams out of her as she could give.
But no blindfold. At least not the first time. He’d want to see her eyes as he demanded her orgasms. She’d watch as he teased her pussy and plucked at her nipples. He would toy with her body, bringing her to the brink again and again before her come filled his senses and coated his tongue.
The decorating ribbon was too thin to make a good sex aid, but no matter. He had a few lengths of Shibari rope in his suitcase. Though he hadn’t planned to seek out a holiday liaison, something spurred him to toss them in his suitcase at the last second.
Taylor wasn’t heavily invested in the BDSM scene, but he enjoyed bondage. He also knew more than basic and intermediate knots and harnesses. It appealed to his need to manage every aspect of sex, and he got off on the visual of a restrained or bound woman.
He was grateful he brought the rope, until he remembered Vicky had already chosen Cole. While he knew Cole wasn’t serious about her, he also knew his friend wouldn’t pursue a casual relationship lightly, regardless of what he said.
“Besides,” he reminded himself under his breath, “she’s not my type. Yeah, she’s sexy as fuck, but I want control, and she seems far too bossy. Unless she’s the type who needs someone else to take control and tell her what to do for a little while. Hmmm. That could work. She did seem damned stressed. I could ease her burdens for a while with my rope and my cock.”
Taylor grew harder the more he thought about Vicky tied to his bed and at his mercy. He imagined her big eyes, wide with excitement, as he explained the steps of the simple handcuffs he would make. His mind conjured the image of his dark red rope against her creamy, pale skin. Maybe he’d wrap her waist and luscious tits, too.
His cock strained, and he palmed it through his pants as his thoughts stayed on her voluptuous breasts. He wasn’t used to this. Most of the women he fucked were thin and had smaller tits and ass, but Vicky looked like she’d be a handful. And her tits looked real, firm yet soft. Her nipples were prominent when she first entered the cabin the previous night, and he hadn’t been able to stop thinking about them.
And then there was Vicky’s ass. Taylor never obsessed about asses much at all, but hers made him reconsider. If her hands were tied to the bed, he’d have to make sure he could turn her over and fuck her from behind while he played with her round ass. Spanking wasn’t a favorite, but he couldn’t stop thinking about his red handprints decorating her pale globes.
“Damn it,” he grumbled as he unzipped his fly and grabbed his cock.
Why was he thinking about her? He wouldn’t be able to fuck Vicky. If anybody was going to fuck her, it was Cole. And the guy needed it more than he did. Taylor would be stuck with his hand and imagination. However, his imagination was already filled with images of the sexy winter siren and what he would do with her, his ropes, and a few hours alone.
In his mind, Vicky stretched beautifully across his bed, with her perky breasts seductively and artfully wrapped by the soft cotton of his bondage rope. Her arms arched above her head, and she spread her legs to welcome him into her body. He gave her a carnal kiss before he gagged her with the shiny red ribbon adorning his headboard.
Now, he wouldn’t have to share her cries of ecstasy with the others.
He stroked himself as he envisioned teasing her skin with his hands, but right as he reached her dripping pussy, a knock sounded on his door. Startled, he shoved his cock back into his pants and zipped up. Taylor assumed one of his friends was on the other side of the door.
To his surprise, the object of his fantasies stood in his doorway.
“Hi,” Vicky said in a chirpy voice as he swung the door all the way open, “I wanted to—”
She smirked when her eyes landed on his erection, which grew harder the longer she stared at him.
Instead of hiding his lower body behind the door, he stretched his arms above him and leaned his upper body into the door frame. His biceps tugged at the arms of his shirt while his erection pressed against the zipper he tugged only halfway up when she interrupted.
Taylor knew it was a dick move, and he intended to intimidate her, but Vicky didn’t seem bothered at all. Instead, she licked her lips and dragged her eyes across his body. He hardened further as she caressed him with her heated gaze. Her smile turned coy.
“Why are you here?” he barked at her.
He wasn’t a great guy, but he would never betray one of his oldest friends. Taylor needed her gone before his cock decided it was in charge.
“Huh? Oh, uh, I wanted to see if you were still willing to allow us to stay this week, or if it was a spur of the moment idea you’ve since regretted.”
“I’m a man of my word.”
“I’ll bet you are,” she purred. “I can help you with that problem you’ve got going on there,” she said as she nodded towards his crotch and licked her lips.
He narrowed his eyes at her. “What the fuck are you doing? Are you flirting with me? I thought you and Cole already had a thing going.”
She shrugged and moved close enough to trace one of the buttons on his shirt. “We both know it’s nothing serious. It’s not like we’re in a relationship after making out for ten minutes. Both of us are free to pursue other opportunities.”
“Does he know that?”
Vicky beamed at him. “I like how much you care about your friend. I like it a lot, and I think I could like you a lot, too. We could have fun, too, you and I.”
“Is Vicky your real name, or is it a nickname?”
“It’s Victoria, but I go by Vicky most of the time outside of work. Why?”
Taylor used his larger size to press her back against the door frame and leaned into her body. He grabbed the back of her neck and gently squeezed it before he bent his head until his mouth was inches from hers. His nose skimmed along her jawline and cheek in a deliberate fashion.
Her mouth parted in preparation for his kiss, but he drew back instead.
“Because, Victoria, you and I won’t be having any fun together until Cole knows the score. If he’s cool with sharing his toys, then you and I can explore this… heat between us.”
Taylor brought the hand on her neck closer to her throat and stroked her soft skin. His other hand yanked her body closer to his. When he rubbed her against his straining erection, he also squeezed her neck. She let out a gasp which turned into a moan when he tightened his hold on her neck. Her eyes flared.
Vicky clutched his ass and pulled him tighter against her. He drew back again, and she whimpered in dismay. She tried to rub against his cock, and he pulled further away.
“No,” he said in a stern voice. He watched her as he spoke. “If we do this, I call the shots. Not you. With those tits, I’m sure you’re used to getting your way, but I am, too. And I’m bigger, stronger, and willing to hold you down or tie you up to get my way.”
He smiled when her nipples beaded, and her breathing increased. She was excited about what he said, but he needed her words.
“How does that sound to you? Would you be able to submit to me? Give yourself over to me? Do what I tell you to do?”
“What do you mean, exactly? Are you one of those Dom guys? Is this a BDSM thing?”
She looked wary now. Good.
“Not really, no. It turns me on to be in charge, but I’m not into pain or serious discipline. Nothing hardcore. I like tying up my partners, telling them what to do”—his voice dropped, and he leaned closer to her—“and then sucking and fucking until they come so many times, they soak the bed.”
She hissed a breath.
“Oh, and a little choking and biting,” he said as he stroked the side of her throat. “Maybe some spanking, too. What do you think? Would you like that?”
Vicky’s eyes shone brightly as she let out another whimper.
“Yes, yes, I like that idea a lot.”
“Then you know what you need to do. Talk to Cole and make sure it’s fine with him if you spend time with both of us. But make no mistake, Victoria,” he leveled a serious look at her, “if he’s not okay with it, you and I are not happening.”
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I write sexy books about kissing, happy ever afters, and the drama in
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