by Sophie Oak
She tossed off her clothes because she had no idea how long they would take to follow her inside. She didn’t care if the T-shirt and jeans got wrinkled. She shoved them to the side, then walked to the center of the room. She sank to her knees and settled back onto her ankles the way Lana had taught her. She placed her hands palms up on her thighs and waited patiently. It wasn’t more than a minute before the door opened and Max and Rye walked in.
“Very nice,” Rye remarked.
She kept her eyes lowered submissively. This wasn’t something she would want to do every time they made love, but she could play the role if it made them happy.
“You’re beautiful, Rachel,” Rye said. She heard the satisfied smile in his voice.
She kept quiet, remembering Lana’s training.
“Tell me something, sweetheart,” Rye said, suspicion plain in his voice. “How long have you known that you wanted the both of us? It occurs to me that you’ve been very manipulative the last week.”
“Hey—” Max attempted to defend her.
“No. Think about it. She’s done everything she can to get in between us. She’s teased me for a solid seven days. I suspect she knew the effect it was having on me. I want an honest answer.”
“I knew after Max got shot. When we were in the hospital and found out Max was all right, I knew that I was going to make a play to have you both.” If they wanted the story, she would give it to them. “I’ve been planning this evening for a week. I planned that scene at the auction with Stefan.”
She heard Rye sigh. “Did he bring in the idiot brothers?”
She bit her lips and went for honesty. “Yes, the older one is an artist. Obviously they were merely a ploy to get you two to see that this relationship could work between us. I never meant for the bidding to get so expensive.”
Max growled. “Stef better buy those assholes a one-way ticket out of town or those boys are in for the ass-kicking of a lifetime.”
Through her lashes, she saw they were efficiently getting undressed. Rye shoved his jeans off his hips. Her mouth watered as she took in the sight of Rye Harper’s enormous cock. It shot straight up his abdomen, easily reaching his navel. His cock was hard and ready. Max was ready, too. He tossed his shirt aside and handily rid himself of his denims. Max’s eyes gleamed down at her as he sat back in a chair. He lounged, heedless of his nudity. His big hand stroked his cock slowly. He was just warming up. He could stroke himself for a long time.
Suddenly Rye was standing before her.
“Look up, Rachel.” His blunt tone told her everything she needed to know. He was on edge. Rachel knew she was going to have to take that edge off if she wanted the evening to go well. She’d pushed Rye hard this week, and he seemed to be feeling the effects.
Rachel obediently turned her eyes up. “Yes, Rye?”
“I like this game.” He touched her chin with his index finger. He tipped her head up so she faced him. “I learned from the best.”
“Stef?”
His finger covered her lips. “I’ll let you know when you can talk.”
That rankled, but she kept quiet.
Rye chuckled. “I’ll pay for this later, baby. I know that. You’re not exactly a submissive girl. Play my games and I’ll play yours. How about that?”
She kept silent but let her smile show through her eyes. Rye seemed satisfied with that.
“Max, you’ve been fucking this sweet woman of ours for weeks now,” Rye started.
“Not nearly as often as I’d like,” Max replied smoothly. He looked content, to Rachel’s relief. He looked happy to be here. Any fears she had that Max didn’t want to share were gone now.
Rye just looked hungry. Rye’s entire body was coiled and ready to pounce. “How’s her mouth?”
Max groaned. The head of his cock was weeping now. “She gives amazing head. She can suck you dry. I’d fuck that mouth of hers if I were you.”
Rye took himself in hand. Suddenly that big cock of his was requesting entrance. “Open up, sweetheart.”
He didn’t wait for her to comply. He teased her lips with the bulbous head of his cock. She opened and let her tongue find the little V on the underside of his dick. She lathed it with the tip of her tongue.
“Lick the head,” Rye growled.
Rachel swirled her tongue around the purple head of his cock. She could already taste the salty fluid leaking from the slit. She lapped it up and let it coat her tongue, reveling in the taste of him. She sucked the head of him into her mouth and tugged lightly.
“Fuck this, I can’t wait.” Rye groaned as he pulled back. He wound a hand through her hair. “I’m going to fuck your mouth, sweetheart, and when you’re done sucking me dry, you’re going to crawl over to Max on your hands and knees. You’re going to suck him dry, too. We’re both going to use that pretty mouth of yours, and you won’t lose a drop of what we give you. Do you understand?”
She nodded, feeling a little drugged, flooded with arousal. Then Rye was slowly, steadily feeding her his hard length. Her jaw flexed, stretching at his invasion.
“Relax, sweetheart,” he ordered as he filled her mouth. She concentrated on breathing through her nose. “Use your hands to cup my balls. I like having my balls played with. I want to feel your mouth and soft hands all over me.”
She reached up and gently cupped his heavy, tight sac. He groaned with pleasure and shoved another inch in. Rachel could feel him hitting the back of her throat with each little thrust. She managed to run her tongue along the underside of his dick, causing him to hiss.
“Fuck, that feels good.” The hand in her hair tightened as he picked up the pace. “Your mouth feels like heaven. Suck me hard. I’m going to come. I can’t last.”
She wanted that man so badly, knew she’d been the reason he’d denied himself all these weeks, and now she wanted to know she was the one who’d brought him pleasure. She hollowed out her cheeks and sucked his dick rhythmically. His whole body went rigid and he seemed to lose control. He fucked her mouth hard. He pushed his dick in as he tugged on her hair, pulling her forward. She was filled with him, and she gave up control, letting him use her mouth. She relaxed. He fucked his way to the back of her throat. When she felt his head bump as far as he could go, she swallowed around him, squeezing his balls gently.
“Fuck,” Rye shouted as he started to come. Rachel felt him tense, and then she thought of nothing but swallowing everything he gave her. She swallowed furiously, not letting an ounce go.
As he softened in her mouth, Rye continued to hold her on his dick.
“Lick it all up, baby.” His voice was ragged. His hands loosened in her hair, smoothing it lovingly. When he seemed satisfied she’d taken everything he’d given her, he pulled out of her mouth. He tugged on her hair, forcing her to look up at him.
Rachel could tell he wasn’t anywhere close to complete satisfaction. He would want more and he would want it soon.
“Now, before you go over there and run that hot little tongue all over Max’s cock, I want to see my pussy.”
“What?” She breathed deeply, forcing the air into her lungs. Her body felt tightly coiled, ready to spring at the slightest provocation. She was fairly certain all it would take was a stroke of one of her lovers’ fingers and she would see stars.
“I said I want to see my pussy,” Rye reiterated. “Lay back, spread your legs, and let me look at my pussy.”
“He’s not kidding, baby,” Max said with a husky laugh. “He truly wants to look at it. He’ll make you spread your legs for him at least once a day so he can look at you.”
Rye stared at her. Nothing in his gorgeous face gave her a hint that he was joking. “I’m waiting.”
Okay. Well, she’d promised to obey them both. She hadn’t exactly thought they would want to stare at her like she was a work of art, but she was clean and well groomed. She shifted, sitting down on the carpeted floor and slowly spread her legs. Perhaps she should be terribly self-conscious, but the lust and love in their
eyes made her feel utterly wanton. She felt beautiful, and she wanted to share that with them.
Max leaned forward, his eyes wide. “When did you shave?” He was breathless. He focused on her plump, ripe, completely hairless mound.
“I waxed this morning.” It had been part of the ritual Lana had put her through. She’d screamed a little during the actual process but was pleased with how soft and sensitive she was down there.
“It’s gorgeous,” Max breathed.
“Spread the lips.” Rye’s cock was growing already. It was pulsing with need again as he watched her. “Use your fingers and spread your labia. I want to see your little clit. I want to know if you’re creamy and ripe.”
She was. She’d had to change underwear twice before the picnic just thinking of what would happen. Now that she was here and they were naked, she couldn’t stop. She ran her fingers between her labial lips and parted them as Rye requested. Her fingers were slick as they became coated in her arousal. She nearly cried out as she brushed the pink pearl of her clitoris. She was close. All it would take was a few strokes of her finger to send her over the edge.
“Don’t you dare touch that again.” Rye reached down and took her hand. He pulled her up and into his arms. His erection pressed into the soft flesh of her abdomen. She wanted it somewhere else. “That pussy is mine, Rachel. It belongs to me and Max. You leave it alone until I tell you to touch it. Do you understand?”
She nodded. Later on, she’d call him on his hypocrisy, but saucy answers had no place in the here and now. She’d agreed to play the submissive and intended to stick to it. Later on, she promised herself, she and Rye would have a long discussion about his masturbatory practices. That possessiveness was going to work both ways.
Rye reached down between them and slid a strong finger through the slick folds of her pussy. Rachel panted as he played for a minute. His talented fingers danced around her clit, tantalizing her but never quite shoving her over the edge. He dipped his middle finger into her juicy pussy and then, to her dismay, pulled his hand away. He brought his soaked fingers to his mouth and sucked the juice off his hand.
“She tastes like honey,” Max said, leaning back. He was relaxed and waiting his turn.
“She is sweet.” Rye savored her cream. “I’ll eat that pussy later, Rachel. For now, you have something to do to Max, if I recall. Hands and knees.”
She dropped to the floor and began to crawl toward Max, who watched her with hooded eyes. He sat in a comfortable overstuffed chair. Rachel heard Rye leave the room, but focused her attention on Max. He looked so scrumptious waiting for her. His strong jawline sported the five-o’clock shadow he always seemed to have. She loved how masculine he was.
He spread his legs wide, giving her plenty of room to work. He stroked his long dick. His eyes were hot as she licked him from his wide base all the way to the head. She worked slowly. Max got a lot of his pleasure from watching. He wanted to see his cock sinking into her. Max relaxed back in the chair. He allowed her to do the work, his eyes on that place where their bodies met and mingled.
She licked him like a lollipop, one hand stroking the shaft as she devoured the head.
This was work she could get used to.
* * * *
Rye walked back into the living room and was greeted with the gorgeous sight of Rachel’s ass swaying as she slowly, lovingly ate Max’s cock. His own dick tightened again at the thought of how hot that mouth had been. Rachel was small compared to him, but she was potent. He’d loved the fact that he almost couldn’t fit in her tight little mouth. She’d been so small that he’d felt the edge of her teeth scraping gently along his flesh. It had just made him come harder.
She was so fucking gorgeous. He was never going to get enough of her. He opened the bottle of lubricant he’d found beside the bed. It wasn’t the only thing he’d found in there. True to his word, Stef had left a bounty for them to play with, each toy brand new and ready for use. He looked down at the pink plug in his hand. It was small, but it would look so luscious clenched in her tight little asshole. His cock jumped. He knelt down behind her and rubbed his hands along the curves of her ass. He couldn’t help himself. He leaned over, kissing each plump, round cheek. He worshipped her. She murmured softly around the cock in her mouth and wiggled her backside, inviting him to play.
That was an invitation he would never refuse. He squirted a little of the pre-warmed lubricant onto his hand and gently parted her cheeks.
“Have you fucked this tight little ass yet, Max?” Rye asked, watching his brother. Max’s head was back and his eyes closed as he gave himself up to Rachel’s mouth. Rye knew it wouldn’t be long before Max filled her for the second time tonight.
“Not yet.” Max moaned as she sucked him deep. “I’ve been playing around. She likes it.”
She muttered something that might have been a yes. Rye used his middle finger to slowly work the lube around the rosette of her ass, loosening her up gently. He massaged the pretty hole and thought about how good it would feel wrapped around his dick. Over and over he worked her until he was certain she could take the plug without pain. He lubed up the plug and pressed it to her backside. There was a second’s hesitation.
“You press back when I tell you to, Rachel. I’m going to fuck your little ass with this plug. It’ll get you ready for my dick.” Every word he said was a promise he made to her, to himself. Max might have had her first, but Rye was taking her virgin ass.
He pushed forward and watched her clench, trying to keep him out. He pushed in, gently rotating. “Press against it, baby.”
She groaned as she pressed back against him. He slipped in past the tight ring of muscles.
“She’s ready for it, Max.” Rye’s voice was guttural to his own ears. “We can fuck her together tonight.”
He eased the plug out and then back in. Rachel’s body trembled. She whimpered sweetly around Max’s cock. It made Rye think all sorts of dark things. He shuddered at the thought of reaming her ass with his cock.
“I planned on it,” Max groaned.
Rye noted that Max was giving up on his previous “lay back and enjoy” state of mind. His jaw tensed, and his hips thrust up as he fucked into their woman’s mouth. Rye knew his brother was going to blow soon. He remembered all too well how good it felt to bump the back of her throat as she swallowed him down. She was a tremendously giving lover.
Rye fucked her with the plug. His dick pulsed as he watched the pink plastic toy disappear into her hole. The puckered ring of muscles tightened and relaxed over and over as he worked her. She was tentative at first, but after a minute or two she was pushing her ass back on the plug. She was practically begging for it.
“You like this,” Rye heard himself saying. “You like having your ass fucked. How much better is it going to be when it’s my cock, Rach? Are you going to love it when my cock is up your ass and Max is fucking your pussy?”
She moaned, shoving her ass against the plug. Rye couldn’t wait a minute longer. He pushed the plug in, fitting it tightly in her ass. He left it there. It was so pretty. His cock was going to explode if he didn’t fuck her soon.
“I’ll be right back. Don’t you lose that plug or we’ll have to start all over again and you’ll wait for your orgasm.” He forced himself to get back to his feet, to rush to the bathroom and wash his hands. He didn’t want to miss the end of her show. He raced back, dropping to his knees behind her.
Her thighs were covered in her arousal. She’d loved having her ass used. Before the night was over, she’d take way more than the little plug, but now Rye wanted to know what it was like to sink into her pussy.
“Spread your legs, gorgeous,” he ordered. He lined his dick up to her slit.
Rachel moaned as she tried to force her pussy onto his cock.
Rye smacked her pretty ass. He liked the way her skin pinkened. A gush of fresh cream coated him. “Don’t lose Max or I’ll have to punish you, baby.”
“Yes.” Max sounded a l
ittle desperate. “Don’t lose Max. Suck me, baby. I’m so close.” He drew her head back down. Rye soon heard the sweet sound of her slurping and sucking.
“Get Max to come, and I’ll ride you.” Rye ran his hands along her curves. He let his dick sink in, just a touch to give her something to think about. It was insanely tempting to shove his way in. She was so wet, he would slide right in.
“Oh, Rachel,” Max moaned. His face flushed, and he gritted his teeth. His hands tightened around her hair, and his hips pumped. “Baby, that feels so good. Swallow me.”
Rachel sucked deeply, and Max’s face flushed and contorted as he filled their woman’s mouth.
When Max laid back, utterly spent, Rye went to work. He pulled Rachel back onto his cock. He pushed in all the way to his balls. Her slick pussy walls sucked at him, pulling him in and tightening all around him. The plug in her ass made her ridiculously tight. He groaned at the exquisite feel of her pussy. He pulled out, guiding her with his hands. When he sat back, he could see the pink plug peeking out from between the cheeks of her ass, and he lost it. He plunged in hard and fast. He couldn’t help it. He’d waited weeks for this. Hell, he’d waited all of his life to find her.
“Oh, Rye, please fuck me.” She was on her hands and knees, thrusting back against him. He loved the way she moved and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He shifted his hands from her hips to her breasts. They swayed in time to the rhythm of their fucking. He plucked at the nipples, pinching and twisting them just enough to let her feel it. “It feels so good. Fuck me hard, Rye.”
He smiled because that was not the plea of a submissive woman. It was a woman demanding her pleasure, and he was a man who would give it to her. Rye liked to play games, but he wanted Rachel exactly the way she was. He wanted her fighting Max and telling him what to do and where to stick it when she got pissed. He needed her passion and strength. As he gave her what she wanted, Rye knew he would love her forever.
