Chelsea's Somebody

by Yvette Hines

  “I’m game for that.” Stem lowered his hulking frame onto the bed beside her and pulled back the cups of her top. “I didn’t think these babies could get any better, but…damn…take a look at these beauties.”

  Rick settled beside her. He didn’t need Stem to advise him. Everything about her drew him, and he planned to relish each moment he could touch, taste, and feel her.

  While Stem busied himself with palming her breasts and playing with her nipples, making Chelsea sigh in pleasure, Rick started with her hands, caressing the soft skin. Her long, tapered fingers made her every gesture elegant and delicate. With her grace and air of sophistication, she stood out among other women in Lucky Valley. As if she didn’t belong there. Thank heavens she had been connected enough to return to the town where she was raised.

  Moving past the ropes holding her wrists; he dragged his fingers along her arm, feeling the silky texture.

  “Warm satin. As I always imagined,” he murmured.

  Her mouth drew tight in the corners at his word as a high moan came from her parted lips, but she didn’t comment.

  Stem had her breast in his mouth, but even though she whimpered, her gaze stayed locked on him.

  His chest swelled with pride. Bowing his head, he joined his friend and sucked her other breast. Her cries increased as she lifted her back and offered herself to them.

  His tongue made designs over the plump flesh, reveling in the taste—spicy sweet. Chelsea’s breasts were medium in size, however, her large, distended nipples gave a man something substantial to feast upon. As his mouth continued to draw, he coasted his hand down her body until he reached the edge of the thin covering.

  Was she as aroused as him?

  He pressed against her thighs until she parted them. Gliding up, dragging the material of her lingerie with him, he met the creamy evidence of her desire and groaned. The insides of her upper legs were wet and slick. Had she been turned on when he and Stem entered the room, or perhaps before that, when she got ready for them?

  Whatever the case, it pleased him. Her smooth labia folded around his finger as he lightly stroked along her slit. Lifting from her breast, he watched her face. She had her sunk deep into her bottom lip.

  When he brushed her clit, she cried out, and her hips sprang from the mattress. Responsive.

  Stem lifted his head from her breast. “Oh, hell, we are going to have some fun with this little lady.”

  “Yes, we are.” Rick continued circling the stiff nub, enjoying the pleasure reflected in her darkening features.

  Stem started licking and nipping at her belly, pulling her clothes up her body to reveal her sex.

  Rick’s heart kicked up to a faster beat and his gut tightened as he admired the shine of arousal coating her pussy.

  His friend journeyed south, dipping his tongue into her navel, making her squirm and giggle.

  Rick stroked his thumb across her full lips, slick with gloss. Leaning closer, he inhaled the cherry scent.

  “Rick, you kiss those lips and I’ll take these,” Stem muttered, settling between her toned thighs.

  Her lids stretched wide. “Maybe we should keep this impersonal,” she whispered.

  Staring into the eyes that were Chelsea’s, but not, Rick declared, “No fucking way. This is very personal.” He couldn’t get any closer to expressing the emotions churning inside of him.

  Before she could voice any further objections, Rick sealed his mouth over hers. He guided his tongue over the seam of her lips, stroking until she opened up then he slipped inside; surrounded by cool, sweet mint and Chelsea.

  Her whimpers filled his mouth as she returned his kiss.

  “Oh, sweet heaven’s gate, darlin’,” Stem said. “Your pussy is better than the finest honey.”

  Never so aware how much his friend talked during sex, Rick wanted to tell him to shut his grill. He desired nothing to invade this moment. He shimmied, as she drew him deeper. Blown away, he palmed the back of her head, raising her to him. He took full possession, needing more of her.

  Chelsea couldn’t think, her mind and her body spinning out of control. Stem licking at her sex, pushing her thighs high and wide, was already enough to drive her crazy with pleasure. However, nothing compared to kissing Rick. How a kiss could be tender, passionate, and possessive all wrapped together, she had no clue. But it was. Even though he took charge of her, making her receive his tongue as he thrust it into her mouth. He licked the inside of her lips, ravaging sensitive spots that had her toes curling.

  While waiting, tied to the bed—as she’d discovered Rick and Stem liked their women—she’d had a moment of apprehension.

  Had she gone too far? If Rick discovered her identity, would he think her no better than the sleazy women who hung out in every honky-tonk looking for an available cowboy or two?

  She’d shoved the thoughts aside when the door opened to reveal two cowboys.

  The sight of them more than impressed. Any woman would have been turned on, begged to tangle some sheets with them. If Rick liked to share his women with his best bud, then Chelsea would spend a night in their world.

  Her orgasm built to its peak, sending pulses of pleasure from her clit to her mouth and she rejoiced at being with them.

  Chapter Three

  “Now that you’re satisfied for the moment, I think it’s time for a level of pleasure we like.” Rick rose from the bed, admiring her erotic glow as she lay limp, panting from her climax.

  “Tanning hide.” Stem slid off the end of the bed, licking her cream from his mouth.

  “Turn over, my sweet pearl. Let us see that ass.” Rick took her by the hips and helped her roll to her stomach.

  “Up on those knees and spread ’em.” Stem feasted his gaze on Chelsea’s backside and sex as he stroked himself through his jeans.

  Rick removed the pillows and tossed them to the floor then pressed a hand to her shoulder blades until her cheek pressed against the bed, face toward him.

  The eyes behind the mask met his, unsure. Her body trembled under his palm. This night exceeded Chelsea’s league. Did not knowing what to expect from the rougher side of his and Stem’s play frighten her?

  “No, worries, my sweet pearl, we’ll take it easy on you…this time.” He winked and tried to ease her fears some.

  “Okay,” she said, her voice low, but some of the misgiving evident in her stare had receded.

  “Come look at the purty sight, Rick.” Stem beckoned.

  Moving to join him, Rick gave a low whistle. Her ass and sex shining with her arousal set his heart pounding and made his cock throb.

  Reaching down, he resituated his length, not ready to let it out yet. The moment he did, he’d be ready to bury it inside Chelsea for hours. Once would not be enough.

  “The loveliest thing over the Texas border,” he agreed.

  Returning to the side of the bed, Rick laid a hand on her hip and she flinched. Keeping his caress light, he stroked her soft curves.

  “Do y’all need the paddle?” she asked.

  “Not this time. I want to feel your ass heat up under my hand.” He didn’t care what Stem wanted. In the past, they’d both enjoyed wielding a paddle on a willing woman’s backside. However, this wasn’t just any woman, but Chelsea. That changed everything.

  Stem, on the opposite side of the bed again, reached out and squeezed her cheek closest to him. “Perfect. You ready, cowgirl?”

  “Yes.”

  Stem gave him a sharp nod, their signal to strike first.

  Rick did.

  Smack.

  Her rotund ass, silky, warm, and firm against his hand thrilled him. Too many times to count, she’d walked by him in hip-hugging jeans, and he’d envisioned bending her over and spanking her. The moment had arrived, and he was fully enjoying it.

  She twitched as the first few alternating hits landed.

  They continued, increasing the velocity of impact each time their hands connected with her. Low whimper-moans emerged from deep in h
er throat.

  The medium brown hue of her skin showed a cherry undertone. She wiggled and hunched her back after each slap.

  She pulled the ropes taut, gripping them through the process.

  Holding his palm up, he let his friend know they were done. Rick stroked his hand down her heated flesh. “You did beautifully.”

  She hissed, but remained in position, still allowing him liberties as his fingers moved to her sex. A set of soaked and wet lips greeted his touch and sent heat flooding low in his gut at the knowledge the act had aroused her as it did him…and Stem.

  His friend already started unzipping his jeans.

  “How about you take her mouth this time, Stem.” At some point during the evening his friend would be inside Chelsea, fucking her, but Rick wanted to put that moment off as long as possible. Needed to.

  The possessiveness settling in his soul uncovered new feelings—anger and guilt. He didn’t want Stem to touch her, but Rick had no right to claim her as his. Chelsea orchestrated the night.

  Stem’s mouth pulled left in a cocky smile. “My pleasure. Been thinkin’ about this little lady’s lips wrapped around my cock for a minute now.”

  Moving to the head of the bed, Stem untied her and helped her up on her hands and knees, level with his dick.

  Rick walked to the nightstand and grabbed a condom.

  “Come on over here and touch me while we wait for Rick to suit up,” Stem said

  “You got it, cowboy.” A saucy lilt replaced the breathless whimpers she’d been emitting moments before.

  She balanced herself on one hand and reached the other out, grasping Stem’s cock at the base and stroking to the crown.

  “Ah, blazin’ hell fires.” Stem’s face tightened.

  Rick ripped the packet open with his teeth then removed the condom. Snatching his zipper down, he released his shaft. He didn’t waste time, but rolled the rubber on while he climbed up behind her.

  Placing his palms on her hips, he slid them up along her spine then back down.

  Taking a deep breath he got himself under control. He and his best friend had been in this situation with numerous women before. Even though everything inside Rick knew this was different, he couldn’t lose his head. Make a scene.

  Inhaling, he focused on Chelsea’s scent of lemons and the heady sweetness of Texas rose with enough cinnamon spice to drive a man out of his mind.

  “You good, Rick?” Stem asked.

  He didn’t even realize he’d closed his eyes until he heard his name. Opening them, he stared into the false gaze of the woman who turned him inside out as she looked over her shoulder at him. Even with all the masquerade, she was Chelsea. That soothed him. Gave him peace.

  “I’m fine.” Holding her stare he guided his cock to her sex and breached her opening. He watched her lips part in a silent gasp as he slid deeper. Wonderment reflected in her stare as he stretched her.

  Even with Stem in the room, this moment belonged to them.

  Like a balled fist slowly unfurling, Chelsea accepted him. As if he’d finally arrived in paradise, he paused for a moment and absorbing the experience of being there.

  The spell between them broke as Stem cupped the back of her head. Holding his shaft, he aimed the head toward her lips.

  She gave Stem her attention. Encircling his cock with her lips, she took him into her mouth.

  Stem slipped out and entered again as Chelsea relaxed her throat and received most of his length.

  “Oh...like that, sweetcakes,” Stem praised.

  Rick pulled out all the way and rejoiced at her whine of complaint. Smiling, he drove into her again, hard.

  Shifting away from Stem, she moaned. She lowered her belly and arched her ass high. “Yes, yes…more.”

  He gave it to her.

  Stem pumped back into her mouth matching him as Rick gripped her hips and moved inside her.

  In and out, they fucked her and drove their pleasure to the limit.

  Chelsea, in no way a bystander to the coupling, pressed back against him as she squeezed her pussy around his cock. All while sucking Stem’s cock and fondling his sac.

  Rick squeezed the firm flesh of her ass as he pumped into her hard and buried himself deep. Chelsea used the thrusts he gave her to take Stem’s dick in and out of her mouth. He reveled in the erotic sight and pushed harder.

  No matter how many women they’d shared over the years, they’d reached some kind of juncture, a fork in the road.

  “Ah, fuck, darlin’.” Stem squinted down at her as she deep-throated his shaft.

  She moaned around the thickness in her mouth and rotated her hips against Rick. Her pussy vised his cock, and she started to tremble beneath his hands—close to coming.

  Clasping her hip with one hand, he fondled her sex. As he worked her clit between two fingers, her body quivered like a tight drawn string. Rick had her on the edge.

  He slid his thumb to collect the cream coating his cock every time he withdrew. He swirled the slick digit around the puckered opening of her ass, preparing her for what was to come.

  Did she understand the complete mechanics of the threesome she had arranged? As much as he didn’t want to share her, Stem wouldn’t be satisfied with taking her mouth; he’d want something else.

  Her tightness held his thumb snug.

  Chelsea went still for a moment.

  She was either a virgin there, or it had been a long time. He pressed deeper. Keeping the strokes of his cock in her pussy hard, a distraction, he worked his thumb slowly in and out of her. Soon, she started moving and sighing again, receiving entry in all areas.

  His heart swelled. She gave of herself, trusting them not to misuse or hurt her. He wouldn’t abuse the privilege and he’d ensure Stem, the wild one, kept himself reined in as well.

  His sac began to draw up against the base of his shaft, his climax beating a hard tempo toward the end. He refused to come without taking Chelsea along for the erotic ride.

  As his thrusts increased in velocity and strength, he angled toward the perfect spot within her slick walls. Her cries rose.

  Her mouth and hand moved faster over his friend’s extended member.

  Stem fisted the long, black wig, working up and down with her. His head tipped back and his lips parted as Stem groaned and murmured accolades about her blowjob skills.

  Rick couldn’t take anymore. His orgasm began to pull from his body first then Chelsea began shaking and thrashing against him. She screamed as Stem stepped back and finished himself off.

  Rick didn’t want to ever leave the warmth of her contracting sex.

  Her upper body reclined, limp, her hips held up by his firm grip. She’d need a break before the next round—he was in no way finished with her.

  Stem grabbed his shirt from the floor and staggered into the bathroom, mumbling something about seeing angels.

  Rick could sympathize because Chelsea had made him hear the hallelujah choir as well.

  Slipping from her, he lowered her hips to the mattress and rose to his feet. He stood there for a moment, admiring her lush brown curves.

  Chelsea had always been a beautiful enigma to him. She’d been adventurous, planning such a night, courageous, too. She allowed him and his best friend to lead and guide her pleasure. Accepted them for the wicked, deviants they had shown themselves to be over the years. Even though, for Rick, all that had started to change a while ago, he still felt honored she’d still do something so far outside the norm. The question—was it for him?—plagued him deep in his gut.

  Stem came out of the bathroom and returned to the bed. “All right, sexy kitty?”

  She rose onto one arm, rested her head in her palm, and smiled. “I do believe I’ll survive.”

  Stem winked. “That’s the spirit. I’m sure Rick is more than man enough to see to the rest of your pleasure.”

  Stem was dressed, all zippers and buttons fastened.

  Rick snatched the condom off and dropped it in the waste basket by th
e bed. Hitching his jeans up past his hips and stuffing his cock into his pants, he stepped to his friend. “What do you mean? You going somewhere, Stem?”

  “Yup. I’ve got a little money on tonight’s game. I’m plannin’ to find myself somewhere to watch it and crash for the night.”

  What an unusual turn of events. They always walked out on a woman together, after she passed out from hours of pleasure.

  “Why are you leaving?”

  “Did I do something wrong?” Chelsea sat up, eyes wide behind the mask.

  “You sure didn’t, sugar baby. I got what I came for. One mighty fine orgasm.” There went another wink. “Ya’ll have fun and try not to break the bed. I’m sure it cost more than a pretty penny.” Stem slapped him on the back and headed down two steps to the door.

  Bewildered, Rick followed. At the door, he grabbed Stem’s arm, stopping him. “Hey, man, what gives?”

  Stem turned. Their matching height allowed their gazes to meet even. “Rick, this is best. You and that little lady have some unfinished business from years past. You take this night and give her and you some memories. Call me on my cell in the morning when you’re ready to peel out of here.”

  Overwhelmed with gratitude, Rick couldn’t respond for a moment. Stem saw right through him even when Rick tried to hide his emotions. “Thanks. Where are you going to stay?”

  “Shit, there are more hotels in Austin than….” Stem flicked his eyes at the chandelier hanging over the living room. “This high dollar deal.”

  “True.” Rick laughed. He could be comfortable in a place like this for a few nights, but his best friend had always been a lying out under the stars by a campfire kind of guy. Any woman who caught his heart, better like roughin’ it.

  “See ya in the mornin’, pal. Y’all have fun, ya hear?”

  “I hear.” Rick called after him.

  Then there were two.

  Taking a deep breath, Rick turned to the woman on the bed. With Stem gone, the game had changed. Being alone together elevated the night from entertaining to personal. Real personal. He could request that she give up her disguise and be straight with him on why she planned this night, or continue to go along with her deception. She lay clutching the sheet to her chest and licked her lips several times, appearing unsure and nervous. He decided to let her have this time.