by Angela Wray
Ashton was still pouting a little, but after the first bite of heaven that was Ty’s French toast, she could only sigh. She devoured her three pieces and two pieces of Canadian bacon and then leisurely enjoyed her fruit. As she watched her men demolish their food, she admired how good-looking and sexy they were. Not only were they hot, they were sweet, and Ty was a fabulous cook, which was a good thing since she was barely able to boil water. They were obviously morning people, but no one was perfect. She could deal with mornings if they came with a side order of those two forever. Choking on her juice, she surprised herself with wanting it all with them. No more lying to herself. She wanted everything with them. Waving each man away since they seemed determined to pat her to death on the back for choking, she cleared her throat, trying to regain some of the dignity she had lost when she almost spit orange juice all over the table.
Speaking first, Nate pulled her out of her deep thoughts. “We thought we would take you shopping this morning. We are having dinner with my family tonight. We go every Tuesday night to my parents’ house. It’s a blast. I have a huge family, but you are going to love them and they are going to love you. First, though, I want those sassy little lips around my dick. Go upstairs and wait for us. Kneel on the bed, hands down by your sides, shoulders back, head bowed. Go now.”
Sometimes she forgot that Nate was just as dominating as Ty, but she felt the tone ripple through her body. Ashton’s pussy was already weeping moisture, and each step she took made her clit throb and ache for them. Quickly making her way up the stairs, she slipped the robe off. After climbing onto the tall bed, she sat on her knees, bottom resting on her feet. Trying desperately to calm her breathing, she straightened her shoulders and bowed her head, hoping she had gotten the submissive gestures correct. It took every effort not to raise her eyes when she heard them come into the room. Biting her bottom lip, she waited as they approached the bed, anxious to see if they were pleased. She realized they were right. This choice, this relationship lifestyle, brought her peace and made her feel more loved and cherished than she had ever felt in the so-called normal world.
Nate ordered, “Ty, lay on the bed on your back, feet shoulder width apart.”
Ty immediately obeyed, and his quick acquiescence made her stomach jump in excitement at all the possibilities open to them.
“Ashton, climb on top of Ty and straddle his face, but backward. I want you to be able to suck Ty’s cock while I take his ass. Ty, love her pussy. Make her juice all over your face, baby.”
They both helped her get into position, and the moment she placed her pussy over Ty’s mouth, he dove right in, licking and sucking her folds, pushing his tongue deep into her. She gasped and moaned with pleasure. Seeing Ty’s cock just inches from her face, she grasped the root and directed it toward her mouth. Sucking the head, she kept working his cock farther and farther down her throat, swallowing as much of his length as she could manage.
Looking up, still worshiping Ty’s flesh, she saw Nate approach, lubing his massive erection with one hand. Seeing him swipe his greased fingertips against Ty’s rosette made her pussy cream even more. She loved to watch them, their bodies rubbing, and the visual stimulation for them making love was so arousing to her. It gave her a secret thrill to be able to witness such an erotic moment.
She watched as Nate pushed a finger into Ty and then worked a second and third. Working his fingers back and forth, he eased the small muscles, getting him ready to take his dick. Ashton saw him placing the flared head against the ring, pressing forward. Using small strokes, he eased his whole length into Ty, resting balls-deep while giving him a moment to adjust. Then he began to thrust, the strokes coming one after the other. When Ty pushed Ashton to climax, the sounds vibrating in her throat caused Ty to buck up into her mouth and throat and push back against Nate. Then the fight was over. Nate shoved only a few more times and finally pushed deep and held, his release flowing from him.
Falling to his left, she smiled as he watched her wipe her mouth, glistening with cum, with two fingers and suck them clean, making his cock twitch.
“Stop, please! I can’t possibly go again. Don’t tease me for at least an hour, woman. Give me some time to recover, please,” Nate grumbled at her.
Ashton giggled, but the sound was muffled because she had gone back to nestling against Ty’s dick. She flopped over and gave them a huge smile, and they returned it. Closing her eyes, Ashton felt so completely content and comfortable that she drifted off to sleep easily with both men murmuring plans for the day.
Trusting them to take care of the details, she slept deeply until Ty was gently rubbing her back and shoulders, trying to rouse her from her nap. “Ashton, honey, we ran you some water in the tub. You have about a half hour you can soak and then we need to get on the road.”
Pulling her up, he led her into the bathroom and helped her into the bathtub. Almost moaning at how good the water felt, she felt like she was floating, because they had nearly filled the huge monstrosity to the top. She soaked for almost twenty minutes and drained the tub. Starting the shower, she quickly shaved and washed her hair and body. She had just wrapped a towel around her body when Nate came in.
“Good, you are done. We put away some of the things you asked for and laid out an outfit on the bed for you to wear. Do you need anything or any help?”
She shook her head, and he walked out. Quickly drying off, she went to the bedroom to find a pretty sundress and cardigan sitting on the bed and pair of short-heeled sandals on the floor. Walking over to it, she was anxious. Nothing usually fit appropriately. What if they bought the wrong size? Oh God, she would die of embarrassment before letting them know she was too fat to wear an outfit they bought her. Good Lord, listen to me. Sophie would tell her she was being absolutely ridiculous in her drama.
Not wanting to disappoint them, she snagged the dress up and slipped it over her head and then grabbed the zipper, praying the thing would meet, and surprisingly it did. Looking in the mirror, she admired the color and the design because the dress suited her and flattered her curves. Snatching the sweater off the bed, she slipped her feet in the little sandals and rushed out the door and down the stairs, anxious not to keep the guys waiting.
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Nate looked up to see Ashton coming down the stairs looking beyond beautiful. Her sweet softness was one of the things he loved about her. But what he loved most was her feistiness. Thinking back to the morning they met, he couldn’t believe that was only a few short days ago. It felt like he had known her forever. He didn’t believe it when someone once told him they had known their spouse was the one the moment they had met, but he’d immediately known. Nate felt the pull the moment he’d looked into her pretty eyes. The feeling was like two magnets. He felt drawn to the point of not being able to resist the lure of Ty or Ashton. Even with Ty, Nate remembered being nearly mesmerized by the fellow soldier. It had scared the hell out of him for a little while and made him question his sanity. He’d never even been attracted to another man, but after years of loving the feel of a woman, he was suddenly desperate for Ty’s touch. That was a spotty time in their lives he was thankful they’d been able to work through that had resulted in the great relationship they now shared. Reaching for her hand, Nate walked her to Ty’s Hummer. They seated her in the back and started toward town. Ty and he had made various appointments for Ashton in some of the more exclusive places. Some catered to their lifestyle, but most were regular stores that would have the nice wardrobe they wanted to pick out for her.
The idea of buying and picking out beautiful clothes for her was ten times more appealing than either of them would have thought. They weren’t cavemen, but neither man particularly enjoyed the process of shopping. That was why they employed Monica, a personal shopper and their head bartender at the club. She was the person who they had called to get a list of appropriate stores for Ashton. She also was the one who had ordered and sent over the dress and sweater Ashton wore today. Monica had done a great
job with only seeing Ashton the night before last.
The first store had a doorman, and they were escorted into a private sitting area filled with couches and chairs and offered champagne. The two ladies who attended them whisked Ashton back to a large dressing room, and soon they were going through outfit after outfit.
They rejected only the ones she looked uncomfortable in. Soon they were going to their next appointment at a vanilla lingerie boutique where they found an infinite number of bra and panty sets, nightgowns, and several robes in various colors.
Wanting to go a little dark for a bit, they made their next scheduled appointment at a lifestyle-friendly boutique. There she tried on corsets and a few sheer ensembles that would be perfect for going to the club and made them as hard as stone.
Dismissing their sales associate, they stripped Ashton out of the latest sheer number, placing it in the purchase pile. They stood Ashton on the circular pedestal in front of the mirror. Each caressed her breasts and, placing a hand over Ty’s, they each pushed a finger into her soft wetness. Forefingers on top of one another, they pushed deep, and she gasped a pleasured groan. Nate reached a hand up, covering her pretty mouth so no one but them could hear her cries. It only took a few deep strokes against her G-spot and she convulsed on their fingers, her tight muscles clenching in time with the pulses of her climax, and their hands were soaked with her juice.
Ashton left that store on what appeared to be wobbly legs. Ty wrapped an arm around her while Nate took care of the tab and collected their purchases. Ty drove them to a wonderful restaurant where they were greeted by the maitre d’. The waitstaff showed deferential treatment. Nate was pleased that they were seated in a private alcove out of sight of the main dining area. Each man fed her bites from their plates, and the food was more than delicious. Ty surprised Ashton with the restaurant’s signature dessert, the decadent layers of flavor separated by crispy, flaky pastry raved about endlessly by critics.
Nate was throbbing with need from watching Ashton lapping up that dessert they stupidly ordered for her, and from the way Ty was squirming in his chair, he was cursing himself as well. Wanting only to please her, they had managed to sentence themselves to ten minutes in hell. Watching her pink little tongue curl over the spoon and lick her lips and even her damn fingertips once, it was too much. If she didn’t finish soon, he couldn’t be responsible for his actions. He could see himself pushing her against the wall, hoisting her up onto his cock, and pounding into her as she gripped the sconce on the wall. Nate’s cock was so damn hard he was going to be permanently crippled from the imprint of his jeans on it. If Ashton licked the fucking spoon one more time, he was going to bend her over the goddamn table and pound her pretty little pussy into oblivion.
Fuck, he had to stop.
Reaching down, he adjusted himself and noticed she had finished while he’d been looking at the sconce on the wall. They managed to make it through the last two appointments, buying her more clothes and shoes. They stopped by a scrub-wear shop, and she picked up five new sets that they were sincerely hoping she wouldn’t use. If it was left to them she would never go back to the hospital.
They were going to have to take the edge off when they got home. Nate couldn’t wait to taste Ashton’s pussy again and he’d love to fuck her ass or even Ty’s. His cock began to throb again just at the thought, shit. There was no way he’d make it through the night. The need alone would make him kill one of his brothers for being unable to resist Ashton, and he knew they would all be vying for her attention.
Chapter Ten
By the time they had pulled back into the driveway at the house, Ashton was so aroused she couldn’t walk. Her folds slippery and her legs weak with need, she simply turned and looked at Ty and Nate when they opened her door, hoping they could put a stop to the agony.
Ashton felt like she was almost panting. Thankfully Ty knew she needed relief, and he took pity on her and placed a hand against her breastbone. He pushed her to lie flat on the expensive leather of the luxury SUV. Ty flipped the hem of the sundress up and over her curl-covered mound, and he spread her legs far and wide. Ashton could feel her legs tremble as Ty gripped them, moving them over his shoulders, and he dove straight in, open-mouth kissing her dripping pussy. Delving his tongue deep into her, she cried out and climaxed against his tongue. Ty seemed intent on consuming every drop, sucking and licking all of her juice. Ty appeared to have had his fill of eating her pussy because he let her legs fall, and grasped her wrists and pulling her flush against his body, kissed her, sharing her juices still clinging to his mouth and lower face. Ashton knew she should be turned off, but she couldn’t find any disgust. It only fueled her desire.
Stumbling away from the truck, they barely managed to make it up the stairs, all the while stealing touches and blinding kisses.
As soon as they cleared the threshold of the bedroom, Nate was behind her, nibbling her neck. His hold on her throat keeping her still was thrilling in such a forbidden way. With any man other than these two, it would have been considered threatening, but with them it was wickedly exciting.
No more than a few moments had passed, but he had managed to walk her toward the bed and push her facedown. She felt the bottom of her dress flipped up to land against her back. Nate’s large hands spread her cheeks, and his soft, firm tongue ringed her bottom over and over, making her push back against the motion.
God, it feels so good.
Steeling herself, she was ready to do whatever they needed from her. She wanted them, and though a lot of the stuff was intimidating, it appealed to her in a dark way she couldn’t wait to explore.
Soon, he was pressing a digit into the tight ring, and the slow, easy pressure made her crave more. Then he pressed a second finger, and she felt a cool dollop of goo against her asshole. As he pushed the two fingers back in, she moaned at the dark sensations.
Ashton felt as if Nate was waiting on something, and when she whimpered, he added a third finger.
“Baby, I’m going to have your ass. I’ll go easy, and if you want to stop, we will. It feels good, doesn’t it, baby? You keep fucking yourself back on my fingers. You definitely want my cock in your ass, don’t you?”
“Yes, I want you to fuck my ass. I’m just scared, but it feels so good, so please don’t stop.”
Ty, now undressed himself, moved up to her head and lay down so she could lie down on top of him, her knees falling to the sides of Ty, opening her ass to Nate. Most of all it felt like Ty was offering support, comfort, and love. Ty looked over her shoulder, as if gauging Nate’s movements. As he framed her face with his hands, Ashton felt Nate’s huge cock nearly split her ass apart, unable to breathe with him lodged so deep. She felt each man stroke her body in an attempt to soothe her.
When the pressure got too intense, Ty took her mouth in a distracting, soul-shattering kiss. The pain was almost overwhelming, but underlying was the pleasure which was what kept her from calling a halt to the whole experience. It felt like she had been skewered on a telephone pole, however the feel of each man was amazing. When Nate withdrew, she gasped out a moan and almost screamed when he thrust inside her again.
Ty reared away from their kiss to take in her features, as if to judge if she was in pain, and Nate held deep and still. When Ty looked over her shoulder and nodded, Nate thrust again as Ty angled her hips so that her clit rubbed the length of his shaft, making her pussy pour liquid on him. Soon, all Ashton could do was cry out and come, one orgasm pushing into another so that it didn’t end. It just stretched out almost unendingly.
Clenching harder and harder on Nate, she felt the impending rush, and he convulsed over and over into her, filling her with his essence.
After he withdrew from her, he moved to the bathroom. She heard water running and splashing, and, opening her eyes, she saw Nate holding a warm washcloth and he tended her aching bottom. Turning her head, she watched his cock stir.
Ty eased her beside them on the bed and cupped his huge balls, strokin
g the long stalk of his prick. Ashton’s nipples tightened in arousal as she watched Nate take the head of Ty’s dick into his mouth, and Ty slammed to the back of Nate’s throat, showing his desperation. Seeing Nate swallow Ty’s cock and milk him of every drop of his cream made her feel so naughty and excited. Nate looked over at Ashton, as if waiting to see what her reaction would be. And when she smiled at him, he looked relieved to know she wasn’t turned off or upset at their exchange.
Ashton looked up at Ty, who lay back with his arm thrown over his eyes. She wanted him to look at her to see the approval in his eyes that had become so important to her. When he did finally look at her, she was unable to judge his expression. His gaze was clouded and face hard. Ashton couldn’t help but think she’d done something wrong.
Nate was aware of the exchange between her and Ty but clearly didn’t know what to say. When Ty got up and went into the bathroom, Nate immediately moved to take her in his arms as if sensing Ty’s remote behavior was distressing her.
Sitting her crossways in his lap, he whispered into her hair, asking for understanding and acceptance for himself, but most of all for Ty. “Ashton, Ty grew up in foster care and some really bad group homes. By the time I met him, he and I were twenty-one and he was so damaged he would get in these fights when his feelings would get too much or something happened he didn’t know how to handle emotionally. I’m not going to go into details yet, maybe one day, but it literally took me years to connect with him on an emotional level. You’ve engaged him more these last few days than I was able to in a year. I guess I’m just asking for you to be patient.
“I think he’s had enough time by himself. Let’s go get in the shower with him.” Nate twined his fingers with hers and led her toward the bathroom.
