by Marla Monroe
Randall turned her face toward him and kissed her. Marcus watched as Randall took her mouth. His cock grew harder at the sight of her flushed face. When she pulled away and turned toward Marcus, he stared at her well kissed, swollen lips. His hands went to the buttons of her flannel shirt. He flicked them open one by one. Her face grew pink when he pulled out the tucked shirt and finished unbuttoning it. Randall pulled it slowly off her shoulders but not off her arms. Instead, he pulled the shirt tight and tied her arms behind her back. It thrust her breasts out in the front.
Dusky nipples could be seen through the white bra she wore. He flicked the clasp on the front and peeled back the cups of her bra until it slid down her arms to add to her bindings. He’d been right. Dusky plums hard and peaked waiting for their touch. He flicked a finger over each of them. She shivered. Randall reached around her and palmed her breasts, offering them up as if for sacrifice. Marcus leaned in and licked around her nipple without touching it. She moaned. He changed sides and did the same to the other one.
They peaked and pebbled for him. He blew a soft breath across them. Once again she shivered. Marcus slipped off the couch and pushed her back against Randall’s lap. He bent over her and drew in one nipple and nibbled on it followed by the soothing touch of his tongue. Randle repeated the act on the opposite breast. They fingered them then licked and pinched them until she squirmed against Randall’s lap.
Marcus scooted down, licking his way from her breasts to her belly button. He dipped into it then continued down to the waistband of her jeans. He nipped at her exposed stomach then unbuttoned them and unzipped them in a quick movement. He pushed his hand down into her jeans to find her hot and wet.
“Son of a bitch. She’s wet,” he told Randall.
“Get her out of those jeans,” his brother rasped.
Marcus laughed and began pulling her boots off. He got them off with a grunt then proceeded to working the jeans down her body and off her legs. He teased her and him by playing around the edge of the white utilitarian panties until he could stand it no more and jerked them down her legs. He could smell her arousal.
She moaned when he spread her legs and settled himself between them. He blew across her pussy before kissing her there. Then he separated her lips and rasped his tongue up her slit.
“Oh man, she tastes like honey.” He grabbed one of her hands from where they had her bound with her shirt and bra and ran one of her fingers through her slick opening. Then he raised it up to Randall.
“Taste.”
Randall drew her finger into his mouth and sucked it, making a humming sound.
Marcus let Randall hold her hand to his mouth while he returned to the delicious bounty before him. He licked and ran his tongue up and down her slit without touching her clit. He wanted her wild before he let her come. Over and over he teased it. Then he stuck one finger inside of her and searched out her G-spot. She came up off the couch jerking her hand from Randall’s grip.
“Oh, God!” she cried out. “What are you doing to me?”
“Making you feel good, sweetness. Just relax and let us pleasure you,” Randall crooned.
He sucked on one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other one and was rewarded with her free hand grasping his arm in a death grip. He chuckled and continued his assault on her breasts
Marcus slid in two fingers and pumped them in and out of her as he licked and nibbled at her sweet pussy. She shuddered and moved her hips, trying to get his tongue on her sweet spot. He laughed against her, and she groaned. He began fucking her with his fingers in earnest and licked all around her clit. When she was wild with need, he sucked in her clit and tongued it with the flat of his tongue.
Randall pinched both of her nipples at the same time.
She came unglued around them.
Chapter Five
Darla struggled with ridding her other hand of her makeshift restraints and grabbed at Marcus’s head as she climaxed harder than she thought possible. No one had ever done this to her. Good Lord. It went on and on until she begged for mercy. Marcus slowly brought her down. She panted trying to catch her breath. It came in near painful gasps.
They had played her like a fine instrument until she’d sung for them. She was embarrassed how easy it had been for them to bring her off like that. Hell, she was easy. What must they think of her? Where they already regretting their decision to have her?
“Get on your knees in front of me,” Randall suddenly demanded.
Startled, she complied without thinking.
“Take out my cock out and suck it.”
She searched his eyes and found nothing dangerous about him. She quickly unbuttoned him with shaky fingers. Once she had reached the end of the buttons, his torrid erection burst from his jeans. She eyed its girth greedily and licked her lips at the drop of pre-cum oozing from the slit at the top. She ran her tongue over the head and delved into the slit. She was rewarded with the salty tang on her tongue. She licked all around the flared head then tentatively took him in her mouth. She carefully sucked him down then back up. He was so large she was worried she would hurt him with her teeth. Her ex-fiancé chastised her when she grazed him with her teeth.
“Suck me all the way down, hard and fast.”
Darla tried to comply, but when he shoved his cock deeper, she gagged. He grabbed her head and held her still.
“Easy, sweetness. Breathe through your nose and relax your throat. You can take me.”
She found that he was right, and she could breathe through her nose. She relaxed her throat and he pushed farther down until she swallowed reflexively. He shuddered around her. She swallowed again.
“Fuck! Yes.” He began pumping into her mouth in earnest now. “Get ready, I’m going to come. Swallow it, every drop.”
He pushed into her mouth over and over and then held his cock deep in her throat. When she swallowed, he shot stream after stream of cum down her throat. She swallowed every bit, then sucked on him all the way back up. When she released him with an audible pop he groaned.
“God, you suck dick like a pro,” Randall said in a breathless rasp.
“Come here.” Marcus indicated a spot in front of him. “Stand up.”
Darla stood and waited for whatever he was going to tell her to do. She still felt Randall’s cock deep in her throat and reveled in it.
“Bend over and put your hands on the couch. Spread your legs for me, baby.”
The couch cushions sank beneath her weight as she bent over and spread her legs. She heard the crinkling of foil and knew he was putting on a condom. This was it. He was going to fuck her. She wanted this, right? They’d gotten her hot then sent her into a sensual climax the likes of which she’d never known before.
The gentle probing of Marcus’s fingers drew a groan from her. Then the head of his cock replaced his fingers and he plunged into her. She screamed. He was so big, and he wasn’t all the way in yet. She felt him still inside her.
“Easy, baby. Relax. I’ll fit just fine.” He pulled part of the way out and plunged again.
This time he made it all the way, bumping against the top of her womb. The pleasure-pain of it soon took over as he pulled out and pushed back in over and over. He slowly built up speed until he was shafting in her so fast and hard she lost her breath and felt her climax building once again. She’d never had two in one night before. Surely she couldn’t.
“Ah, hell. You’re so fucking tight.”
He fucked her until suddenly she exploded around him, milking him of his own climax with a shout. He stilled inside her as he came. His fingers bit into her hips and then he collapsed over her. He moved from off her back when her legs began to tremble and buckled. Randall was there to catch her and ease her down onto his lap. Marcus sat on the other end of the couch with his pants around his knees. He hadn’t even taken off his pants, but neither had Randall. She wasn’t sure how she felt about that.
“You’re thinking too hard, baby,” Marcus said.
; “What are you thinking about?” Randall smoothed her hair back from her face and stroked her head repeatedly.
“Nothing.”
“Don’t lie to us. Never lie to us,” Randall said, looking at her.
“Just that I’m totally naked and you both still have your clothes on.”
Marcus laughed. “We couldn’t wait long enough to get our clothes off to have you.”
“You go to our heads.” Randall cupped her chin and pulled her head back until she could look into his eyes. They were soft and fierce.
“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed,” Marcus said. He stood up and pulled his pants back up.
Randall stood with her still in his arms. She gasped. “Put me down. I’m too heavy for you to carry me.
“Nonsense, you’re entirely too thin. You weigh less than a bird.”
“Don’t argue with him. He wants to carry you.” Marcus flicked her nose and walked ahead of them.
Once in her bedroom, Marcus ran a bath and turned on the jets. He spooned in a little of her bath salts. Randall let her slide down his body until her feet were firmly planted on the floor before he let go of her. He swatted her bare bottom before he turned around and headed out the door. Marcus followed him.
Darla eased into the hot water and sighed once she was completely submerged. The water felt wonderful to her now sore muscles. Some of them she hadn’t used like that in a long time. She quickly bathed then relaxed for a few more minutes until the water began to cool. She let the water out and turned off the jets. By the time she was ready to step out of the tub, Marcus was in the bathroom again holding a towel out for her. She took the towel, but he didn’t relinquish it. Instead, he toweled her dry himself. Once her skin was rosy and dry, he led her back into the bedroom.
The sheets were pulled back and Randall lay on top of the bed gloriously naked. Hell, they weren’t finished. She would surely be sore tomorrow. She turned and looked over her shoulder to find Marcus removing his boots.
Randall held out his hand. “Come to bed, sweetness.”
Darla hesitated then climbed into the bed. He pulled the sheets and blanket over her. Then the bed dipped behind her, and Marcus grasped her by the waist and pulled her up against him.
He pulled aside her hair and whispered in her ear. “Go to sleep, baby. Tomorrow might be a long day.”
Darla laid awake long after the two men fell asleep, Randall’s back to her with her arm pulled over his side and his hand holding hers. Marcus’s front was plastered to her back. He had a possessive hand over her pelvis. She’d never really slept with anyone other than her ex. He’d usually slept on one side of the bed and her on the other. They didn’t cuddle after sex. This was new to her, nice but new.
Finally, she relaxed into their embrace and slipped into sleep.
* * * *
When Darla awoke the next morning, the men were already up. She rolled over to look at the clock and found it was after eight. She shot up out of bed. She’d slept way past time to get breakfast. They would be furious with her for not doing her job. Oh no.
It took her less than five minutes to dress and get downstairs. A dirty pan sat next to the sink and a cold coffee pot with a note propped up in front of it.
We let you sleep. Figured you needed it after last night. See you at lunch. Randall is out with me. Marcus
She let out a long breath. Maybe they weren’t mad after all. She’d better get busy. She had a lot to accomplish in so little time. First thing, she needed coffee. After coffee, she scrubbed the pan and the stove. Then she put a load of her laundry into the washing machine and started a big batch of chili for dinner tonight. She pulled out a roast and stuck it in the crock pot. If they ended up without power, she would have plenty of food for a few days. When lunchtime rolled around, she fixed sandwiches and wrapped them in cellophane to keep them fresh. She wasn’t sure how long it would be before they made it in.
She decided to check the weather and walked outside on the back porch. She peered up at the sky and noticed the clouds were rolling in. A chill spread over her as a gust of wind blew in from the north. She stepped back inside and rubbed her arms up and down to warm back up. Five minutes later, Marcus and Randall came stomping inside pulling off coats and gloves. They hanged them up and then went to the back room to wash up.
When they came back, Marcus planted a kiss on her lips and Randall squeezed her.
“How are you feeling?” Marcus asked.
“I’m fine. You shouldn’t have let me sleep in like that. You didn’t get a good breakfast to go out in the cold like that.”
“Already acting like a mother hen.” Randall laughed.
They sat down at the table and unwrapped their sandwiches. When they dug in, Darla sat down with them and ate the one she made for herself. She’d already eaten one that morning to replace her breakfast.
“Depending on the weather, we might be out later tonight than usual, so don’t get worried if we aren’t right in,” Marcus said around a mouthful of sandwich.
“I’ll start a fire before I go back out,” Randall said. “Can you put a log on it every once in awhile?”
“Sure, as long as they aren’t too heavy. We had a fireplace when I was a teenager, and I helped Dad with it.”
“I’ll make sure to put small logs in the box for you.” Randall finished his second sandwich and got up from the table. He donned his coat, hat, and gloves and headed out to the wood.
“Remember, no going outside for any reason. Not even on the porch.”
“Okay, I won’t.”
She heard Randall come in the front door then go back out again.
“I’m going to man the door so he doesn’t have trouble getting in with his arms full.” Darla started toward the living room then turned back around. “Be careful out there, Marcus.”
“Don’t worry, baby.” He walked over to the hooks and began dressing to go back outside.
Darla helped Randall with the wood by opening the door for him until he had enough to last the day. He laid the fire and started it. Then waited around to be sure it would start up fine.
“Remember, keep it going. You don’t have to keep a roaring fire, though.”
“I will. You be careful out there.”
He smiled and pulled her into a hug, then kissed her long and hard.
“I’ll be just fine, sweetness.” He let her go and left.
There was plenty to do to keep her busy the rest of the afternoon. It started snowing around two and was blowing in by three-thirty. She couldn’t help worrying about them and wondered if they were cold. She kept the fire going knowing they would definitely be cold when they got back. Five turned into six, and still they weren’t back. By quarter of seven she was nearly frantic with worry.
Finally a little after seven, she heard them stomping off their boots outside the back door. She ran to the kitchen and opened the door to let them in. They began unbundling and cursing the cold. Frigid air wafted off their coats as they hung them on the hooks.
“I’m so glad you’re back. I was worried something had happened.”
“Aw, baby. I told you not to worry,” Marcus said and wrapped her in his cold arms.
“Ooh, you’re cold. Go stand by the fire before you touch me.”
Randall laughed. “Okay, okay.” He followed Marcus into the living room and stood before the fire.
Darla called into the living room after them. “I’m going to get the cornbread going so you’ll have a hot meal to help warm you up. We’re having chili. Hope that is okay.”
“Sounds wonderful. Chili is perfect for this weather,” Marcus called back.
“Give me twenty minutes and it will be ready,” she called back.
“We’re going to jump in the shower.” Randall walked back into the kitchen and kissed the back her neck.
“Okay, but don’t take too long.”
Once they’d finished eating and the dishes were taken care of, Darla found herself ensconced between the tw
o men once again on the couch. This time they watched the weather on The Weather Channel. It looked like they were in for a good amount of snow.
“What about the animals?” she asked.
“We moved all of them we could close to the barns and put out plenty of hay. We’ll have to go out and break the water a few times a day and put out more hay as they need it. The hands will do most of the work, but we’ll have to help.” Markus hugged her close to him.
Randall searched out her hand and twined their fingers together. It felt so good—so right being there between them. How long would it last, though? She kept reminding herself not to let her heart get involved. She’d only have it broken again.
After the ten o’clock news and weather, they moved to the bedroom where as soon as they hit the door, they began stripping off clothes. It was almost comical the way they threw back the covers and climbed in.
“You’d better hurry up and get underneath the covers or you’re going to freeze,” Randall said.
“I’m wearing socks to bed. My feet nearly froze last night.”
“Socks won’t get in the way, so that’s fine.” Marcus waggled his eyebrows.
She rolled her eyes and changed socks before undressing and jumping into bed, barely missing Marcus. He grabbed her and rolled on top of her. His erection pressed into the V of her legs.
“Know what we are going to do to you?” he asked.
“What?” She bit her bottom lip.
“Fuck you until you scream.”
Her womb contracted at the coarse language. For some reason it didn’t bother her coming from them. He rolled to the side and bent over to take a nipple into his mouth. Randall took the other side. They suckled then crammed all of her breast that they could into their mouths before backing off and sucking at her again. She felt the burn inside her as her arousal built.
One of them pressed a finger to her clit and applied pressure then let up, He applied pressure again, and she wiggled her hips to keep it there.
