by Mia Moon
“Isn’t she fucking beautiful?” Ken murmured. “All that long hair. Those curves.”
“Those pretty pink nipples,” said Nathan. “We’re going to worship the hell out of her.”
Oh. My. God.
Nathan's hands reached up, gripping the top of my leggings. With a swift yank, he got them mostly down, then maneuvered them off completely, discarding my boots while he was at it.
Ken gripped my breast over my shirt, sucking my tongue while my eyes rolled back, and I sank into a bliss I’d never experienced. Never dared dream of.
Ken made a soft ‘hmmm’ against my mouth before pulling back.
“I’ve wanted to see you naked for a long time,” he whispered. “I’ve imagined these breasts in my hands. I’ve dreamt of sucking on your nipples.” He looked down my body, at where my panties remained in place while Nathan stroked my thighs teasingly.
“She’s already wet, Ken. I can see how soaked her panties are.”
“I’ll bet we can make her wetter. I’ve jerked off thinking about sinking into that sweet pussy.”
I closed my eyes, cheeks burning hot. “Ken…” I didn’t know what else to say, but my mouth moved anyways. “I love you.”
“I love you too,” Ken said caressing my cheek.
My heart fluttered. I’d waited forever, and here it was. Here we were. I didn’t believe it, not really.
Nathan hooked a finger around the lace band of my panties and I opened my eyes carefully. I lifted myself enough to see him. Did it bother him that I hadn’t said it to him yet? I felt it, but did it hold meaning this close to me saying it to Ken?
The smile on his face suggested his mind was elsewhere.
Ken swept his hand through my hair and kissed my temple. Nathan pulled the band and let it go with a snap.
“How attached are you to these?” he asked.
“Why? Do you not like them?” I gasped, confused. “They’re nothing special, I guess.”
He nodded, then with a quick yank, ripped them from my body, stinging me for a second. I felt the cool air on my bare pussy, and Nathan’s hungry gaze, too. A fresh rush of wetness pooled in my pussy.
“Fuck,” I breathed.
Ken laughed under his breath and Nathan gripped my hips as he pulled me against his face. I fell apart as he explored my folds with his tongue, devouring me while I trembled. He’d just started but already I was close. I’d never been so soaking wet.
One hand slipping under my shirt, Ken caressed my breast, slow and sensual to Nathan’s tongue assault. “I won’t rip your shirt, I promise,” he teased. “But I’d like to get you out of it right now.”
I nodded, though I felt boneless. I shifted as needed so that Ken could pull the shirt over my head, then he expertly undid the snap to my bra and tossed it aside. He pinched my nipples and groaned, the sound of his voice working magic on my body. I was spread and open for them both, strung taut and ready to explode.
My legs quivered as Nathan’s tongue dipped in and out of my wet slit, and I couldn’t tell who affected me more but didn’t care, knew it didn’t matter. I wanted them both, loved them both.
Needed them both.
Needed them all.
“Don’t stop,” I whimpered. “Please?”
Ken sucked one of my pebbled nipples into his mouth and nibbled while Nathan’s tongue circled up to tease my clit. It was more than I could take, and I cried out as my pent-up energy exploded, blasting waves of mind-numbing pleasure through my body. I writhed as every inch of flesh became hyper-sensitive and overcome with ecstasy.
I’d never had an orgasm this powerful, and for a moment I thought I’d pass out from the intensity. I was panting, like an animal.
Ken kissed my lips then disappeared from my side. The sound of my pounding heart still echoed in my ears, but I tried to sit up. Ken had stripped and stood between my legs.
“You want this, don’t you?” he asked.
My head was too foggy to nod. Looking over his perfect muscled body and his cock, I swallowed.
“So much,” I managed to whisper. “Please. Now.”
Nathan knelt by my head, naked. How they’d managed to undress so quickly I had no idea, but then again time felt to be moving oddly while the tendrils of my orgasm still held me back.
I reached out and took his thick length in my hand. It was almost scary how badly I’d longed for him. I stroked him and imagined what it would be like when he was finally in me. But first…
Ken donned a condom and slid his tip along my entrance. I was wet and relaxed, and so, so ready. I held my breath as smiled and opened my legs wider, encouraging him. He moved against me and groaned as he sank into me, stretching and filling me in the most delicious way.
I squeezed Nathan’s thick cock in my hand as Ken pushed deeper and deeper until he was balls-deep. Years of waiting and we were finally together, as I'd always dreamed we would. Just like his touch, his kiss, being with him like this was infinitely better in reality than my fantasies could ever imagine.
He pumped in and out, slow and deliberate, while he found his pace. I stroked Nathan to match, syncing our rhythm. It felt so perfect, being with the two of them. Too soon I found myself nearing the edge. I closed my eyes and focused on the sensations. Ken’s grip on my waist as he pushed into me, Nathan’s soft skin sliding against my palm.
I opened my mouth and my eyes, meeting Nathan’s hungry gaze. “Let me taste you,” I whispered, turning my head to eagerly welcome Nathan’s length across my lips. His groan washed over me as he carefully slid over my tongue, pacing himself. I loved the salty taste of him and I traced my tongue over each veined ridge of his shaft, exploring him the way he’d done me.
His caution lifted somewhat, and he plunged further into my mouth, and though my eyes watered, I deep-throated him. Still, I felt his hesitation as he eased back. I could handle him, I knew. Perhaps he didn’t know, but he wasn’t going to hurt me.
I trusted him, just like I trusted Ken, who fucked me with just the right amount of intensity, balancing a steady pounding with tenderness.
I whimpered around his length and urged him forward. He slid between my lips with the same depth and eagerness as Ken between my legs. As if realizing what was happening for the first time, my heart skipped a beat and my body shuddered.
Nathan tangled his hand in my hair, sweeping it tenderly from my face. I opened my eyes and he was watching me intently. In his eyes, I was precious, I could tell. We could have all the fun in the world, and it wasn’t just that. He cared for me.
A single tear fluttered on my lashes as I absorbed this knowledge. With that, my second orgasm pulled me under, liquifying my bones and stealing the light from the room. All I saw were spots, all I felt was radiating pleasure.
I was incandescent.
I moaned against Nathan’s cock, the sound muffled. My climax crested again and again while Ken and Nathan continued to impale me with their cocks, continued to share their bodies with me.
Nathan spilled onto my tongue, and I swallowed eagerly. He sat back, and I gasped, sucking in air.
When my eyes finally opened I found Alex and Josh standing in the doorway. I smiled to them as Ken continued to fuck me slow and strong..
“What are you waiting for?” I asked.
I rode Josh's lap, drowsy with sex as I stared, half-lidded into his face. My muscles ached, but I wasn't done yet. I leaned back, pressing myself against Ken's chest. He thrust into my ass, his pace synced with Josh. They'd made a joke about teamwork, and how all their drills had paid off.
Silly men, but I loved them. Josh lay back now, and Ken held me up as they made love to me together, filling me completely in a way I would never have considered if it weren't them.
Whimpering with pleasure, I looked to the side where Alex stood by the bed. I was stroking him, keeping him hard and ready. I’d have him soon enough. I could tell Ken was at his limit.
I smiled and moaned, aiming the sound at Ken.
“I l
ove watching you fuck,” he growled in my ear. “Such a good girl, fucking us all at once. You want me to cum?”
“Please,” I begged.
He buried himself deep, thrusting harder and quicker than before. Then I felt it, him twitching and throbbing within me. I shuddered as he came, biting my shoulder and groaning as if the weight of the world was suddenly gone from him.
After a few more thrusts he pulled away, crawling to my side. He took my chin in his fingertips and kissed me so hungrily I thought I saw stars.
Josh groaned too. He swore under his breath as I leaned forward to kiss him. Josh’s kisses were like gentle teases, but he liked to bite. He trapped my upper lip between his teeth nibbled me before letting me go.
He brushed my hair from my face and whispered into my ear, “God, you’re incredible.”
It was unexpected, but it made me shiver. I nuzzled his neck. "I love you, too." I said this without thinking. “I love all of you.”
I climbed off Josh and watched the three men relaxing against the head of the bed. They still looked far from sated, and I suspected they were holding back on my account.
Their lives demanded endurance, and I knew it wasn’t just on the ice that they could go for hours. I dropped to my hands and knees and Alex entered me from behind, knowing what I wanted without me having to ask.
As he slid into me I eyed each of my other men. They’d discarded their condoms and now watched me, pretending to be done, as if I’d let them off that easily. Nathan’s hand went to his cock, and he began stroking.
The other two followed, and I watched, rapt, as they all jacked themselves, slow and sensually. It was the most erotic thing I’d ever seen, all erect cocks and hard muscles.
I knew that sex wouldn’t always be like this, all of us together. But since it was reality today, I wanted to let them know they weren’t the only ones with stamina or enough lust to burn down the house.
“I want to suck you,” I said to them.
“Who?” Nathan asked.
“All of you,” I said in my most sultry voice. I wondered what it would be like to have all three of their cock heads at my mouth, and I grinned.
It was like watching a switch flip in each of their expressions. They went from appearing content to looking starved. They huddled close and knelt before me, each presenting himself.
Alex’s fingertips gripped into my hips and he hammered deeper into me, clearly enjoying the show.
I opened my mouth and swirled my tongue around the tip of Ken’s length.
I loved my men.
Epilogue
One Year Later
I perched on the stool in the kitchen, scrutinizing my latest computer animation. The oven dinged, and I spun, grabbing my oven mitts and rushing over. I quickly but carefully pulled the glass dish out and set it on the stove top.
The mouth-watering aroma of lemon-pepper cod filled my nostrils. I fanned my face and eyed the rest of the dishes. A flavorful bowl of brown rice and grilled asparagus sat to one side. To the other was a covered pan of chicken breasts coated with spicy mango sauce and a mixed squash casserole.
“They’re almost here,” Nathan said entering the kitchen and putting his phone down on the island.
I did a little dance which led him to grab me close. Last night was their final game of the season, and it had been out of state. Of course, they’d kicked ass. Nathan and I had watched the live stream together at a bar.
I’d wanted to go and watch in person, but Nathan couldn’t get away from work and I didn’t want to go without him. I still didn’t understand the game unless he was explaining it to me.
“Why couldn’t we pick them up from the airport?” I grumbled.
“Tradition. They ride together back just like they rode together there. You know that.”
I pouted and tossed my mitts aside. “It’s stupid.”
He looked over at my laptop. “How’s work?”
"Fine. I'm about to send this off, then we enter the next phase of development. Mostly testing and adjusting everything to this point before we move on to the seco—"
He interrupted me with a kiss, spinning me away from my computer. With a quick motion, he lifted me to the counter and stood between my legs.
“I wish we had time for something before dinner,” he said with a sigh. “Listening to you work makes me so hard.”
I laughed and combed my fingers through his dark waves. “I don’t understand that.”
“You get so focused. I just want to get inside you and distract you until you don’t even know your own name.”
I rolled my eyes. “You’re ridiculous.”
“You love that about me.”
“Mmmhmm. I love you and everything about you,” I said before kissing him.
Over the last twelve, I'd told each of the men I loved them. As the guys had said, Nathan moved in within a week of our first group, uh, encounter. I’d followed a month later.
And you know what? It was bliss. Sheer bliss.
And though this had to be the hundredth time of saying I love you to Nathan, it still felt new. Our lives were crazy, and now we were heading for what would be our biggest test. We were even talking about babies. The season was over soon, and I was going to stop taking the pill. It made me giddy to think about. But I knew they’d be the best dads…
The door flew open and within moments I was being passed around my crazy sexy team.
“Hello, beautiful,” Alex groaned into my ear as he hugged me tight, pulling me from a quick kiss with Josh. “I’m just gonna steal you,” he said jokingly as he lifted me into his arms and made to dash from the room.
“No, no,” I said laughing. “I made dinner!”
He looked back to the kitchen suspiciously. “It smells like fish.”
"There are tuna steaks and mango chicken," I said with a grin.
Alex hated fish with a passion I would never understand.
He put me down on my feet and slapped my ass. “Alright. Let’s eat. Then you get naked.”
I laughed and watched them grab plates and glasses. Ken embraced me from behind.
“We missed you,” he whispered.
“I missed you too. Though I watched you guys crush that other team last night.”
“Easier to win when we think you may be watching,” he joked. “We can’t look bad and then expect to come home and ravish you.”
“Right.”
“How’s work? You said something about worrying about a deadline?”
I shook my head. “Everything is sorted and back on track.”
“And, how are you?”
I looked back at him, searching his blue eyes. “Glad you’re all finally back home where you belong.”
He kissed my temple and gestured towards the food.
I held back for a moment, just to watch my wild men. Nathan, the dark, broody man who was sometimes too much — but who was always respectful of my boundaries. Alex, the one who would never let a day go by without calling me pretty. Josh, the serious one most likely to pull me into a closet for one-on-one time.
And Ken, my perfect crush. The one who brought us all together.
I loved them all.
THE END
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CLAIMING HER COWBOYS
The north-south interstate that cut through western Montana was at least thirty miles away, but it might as well have been on Mars.
My GPS had stopped working fifteen minutes ago, I had no cell signal and to top it off, the night sky was moonless, inky black dotted with stars.
And my car had broken down. Good going, Lauren. Haven’t ev
en been out of the city for twelve hours and I’ve already screwed things up.
“Dammit,” I said aloud, shoving open the door to my rental car and stepping into the crisp spring air that smelled a lot like pine and a little like… cow manure?
I took a big inhale. Yep. Cow shit.
I should’ve taken the car rental woman’s advice to get a truck or an SUV, but I’d wanted to save my magazine money and I’d chosen the economy option.
Well, the economy option sucked, that was clear.
The check engine light came on right about the time I pulled off the Interstate. I figured it wasn’t a big deal — I only had about forty or fifty miles to my destination. Surely I’d make it, I thought.
I let out a strangled scream and kicked the tire. My voice didn’t even echo, that’s how dense the stillness and vast the night sky was.
What the hell was I supposed to do? Everything about this trip was going wrong. Starting with the delayed flight from New York to the layover in St. Louis with the screaming baby, this assignment to write about a horse ranch was a total disaster.
A flash of light illuminated my little hatchback, and I looked up, squinting into blinding headlights.
Oh, great. What next? A serial killer?
Setting my expression into my best New York City bitch face, I crossed my arms. It was a truck, a big one. I wasn’t even sure the kind; hell, I was a city girl and preferred the L train from Manhattan to Brooklyn.
I’d only gotten a driver’s license last year so I could travel while covering the best assignments for American Life, my magazine. I’d had no problem in Florida, DC, Chicago and even Austin, Texas.
Montana was turning out to be a different story.
The truck’s driver didn’t kill the headlights, and I held a hand up to my forehead, shielding my eyes. The driver’s door swung open, and a figure slipped out of the cab. I saw the silhouette of long legs and a cowboy hat. My heart quickened from the crunch of cowboy boots on the roadside gravel. It was a man, and my mouth went dry.
This could get really bad, really quick.
