Diablo Blanco Club 1, Unfair Advantage

by Qwillia Rain

  “Stop thinking, Lawrence,” Bryce commanded softly from across the room.

  And she did.

  Against her lips, Richard chuckled. Lifting his head, he smiled down at her. “I guess he could hear the gears spinning as much as I could.”

  “Sorry.” Mattie blushed, suddenly aware of how aroused this man was, while her own body was showing only mild interest.

  “No worries, Mattie.” With surprising ease, he swept her off her feet and deposited her on the bed. “It just means I have to work a little harder. And you know I like a challenge.”

  If she turned her head, Mattie could clearly see Bryce seated beside the bed. The pencil working furiously over the sketch pad, his gaze moving between her and Richard, even as the other man stepped away, shed the loose jeans, and revealed the lack of undergarments and a thick, aroused cock. From the nightstand beside the bed, he drew out one of the black condom packets and began to tear it open.

  “No, use the gold,” Bryce ordered, his expression tight as he watched his friend over the top of the pad.

  Her mind spinning with doubts about her ability to go through with Bryce’s request and the increasing taunts in her father’s voice, Mattie barely registered the direction.

  Richard seemed just as surprised at Bryce’s comment, but he shrugged, set the black foil aside, and drew a gold one from the drawer. Mattie watched as he sheathed his cock in latex before moving back to the bed. Easing her legs apart, he settled between them, the warm flesh of his chest stimulating the sensitive skin on the insides of her thighs. The grin on his face grew wider as he drew in a deep breath. “Hmmm, smells like Bryce has already covered you.”

  Images of the few times Bryce had allowed her near the corrals when one of his studs was servicing a mare ran through Mattie’s mind but were quickly dispelled when the heat of Richard’s tongue stroked over her damp pussy. Thick fingers parted her bare flesh and teased the nubbin within to life.

  Even as her body responded, Mattie had no difficulty controlling her need. Unlike the speedy rise of arousal and the pulsing need to come that always overwhelmed her when her husband made love to her, Richard’s touch was soothing, sweet, but not mercurial like Bryce’s. She felt none of the separation from reality, the submersion in sensation that being with Bryce brought, but the caress of Richard’s hands, the stroke of his lips and tongue aroused her.

  Perhaps this is what it would be like with someone I cared about but didn’t love?

  Again, Bryce seemed to sense her inability to separate thoughts from her body’s reaction to Richard. Setting aside the pad, Bryce rose, stripped off his faded jeans, and settled, bare assed, onto his chair. He seemed to wait until she’d gotten a good look at the rising length of his arousal before speaking. “Close your eyes, Lawrence,” he commanded.

  Mattie complied, her breath hitching as Richard’s body shifted over her, his hips easing between her thighs, the protrusion of his erection hot against the moist opening of her pussy.

  “Can you feel him against you?”

  “Yes.” She was surprised at the pressure of tears against her eyes. He wants me to do this, Mattie reminded herself as she fought the strange mix of thoughts and feelings bombarding her. That dark little voice in her head taunted that only a slut would allow a man not her husband to touch her intimately. She shivered at the memory of the things her father had shouted when he’d barged into her mother’s apartment. The accusations he’d growled and spat at her mom as she cowered against the headboard in her bedroom. Mattie was forced to watch due to the grip he held her arm in.

  At the same time, another louder voice reasoned that the pleasure Bryce derived from watching her with Richard was more arousing than the sensations of her own flesh. As she forced the ugly memories into submission and the other, louder thought grew clearer, her body responded, seeming to pick up on the desire filling Bryce’s voice as he continued guiding her. This was for his pleasure. It was what her master wanted. If it wasn’t as good as when Bryce touched her, made love to her, it was part of her responsibilities as his submissive to place his needs before her own.

  “Her breasts are sensitive. Tug on her nipples as you thrust. You’ll love the way her pussy clamps down on you.”

  Even in this her body’s response was mediocre in comparison to how it responded to Bryce. The smooth caress of Richard’s hands over her breasts, the press of his fingers on her nipples, and the gentle tug and pull didn’t stimulate her body the way Bryce’s could. In her mind, Mattie tried to convince herself it was Bryce, not Richard, touching her, but her flesh knew differently. It gave only a lukewarm reaction to the same stimulus that usually had her begging permission to orgasm when it was the man she loved.

  Richard seemed to sense the distress building within her. Leaning down, his lips smoothed over her cheek and to her ear as his cock stroked in and out of her sheath. “It’s okay, Mattie. It’s okay. Don’t force it if it isn’t there.”

  “I’m sorry,” she whispered back, her eyes still closed, awaiting Bryce’s next command.

  He must have sensed something was wrong as well. As Richard eased upward, the slide of Bryce’s hands over her breasts had heat singing through her system. Those distracting, terrifying voices stilled in her head. Every nerve exploded with sensation. The heat in her belly quadrupled, and the glide of Richard’s length within her sheath was impeded by the flex of her inner walls.

  Breath hissed over her face as both men laughed and cursed at the same time.

  “Christ, Bryce,” Richard groaned. “I don’t know if I want you to keep hold or let go.”

  “Feel good?”

  “Fan-fucking-tastic.” He chuckled, his hips thrusting against her, forcing her clutching flesh to relax with every advance and retreat. “Please tell me her ass feels just as sweet.”

  The grip of Bryce’s hands stilled on her breasts, telegraphing his tension to her for a heartbeat or two before fading away; then he assured Richard, “Yeah, just as tight and hot.”

  The brush of his lips over hers had Mattie reaching over her head, finding and smoothing over the bare heat of his arms, then his shoulders, to his back. The slide of his tongue over hers, the way he coaxed her lips open, Mattie was lost in the sensations of his kiss, the thrust of Richard’s flesh within hers only barely registering on her senses.

  Her whispered protest was hushed when Bryce pulled away just enough to order, “Make him come, baby. Then I can have my turn.”

  Knowing the control Richard had over his body, Bryce wasn’t surprised at the chuckle his friend gave when he heard what he’d whispered to Mattie. What did surprise him was the way Mattie eased free of his hold and turned her face up to Richard. The determination and gleam of challenge lit her eyes and took both men off guard. With a deft maneuver he’d never seen her use before, Mattie gained control by flipping Richard onto his back and straddling his hips.

  Keeping his eyes locked on her, Bryce watched as she flexed and rocked over his best friend’s body, her hands smoothing up his sides to his ribs and then over to the dark brown disks buried in the dusting of hair across Richard’s chest. Her lips settled over one while the fingers of her right hand plucked at the other.

  Bryce stilled the voice that protested the events he’d set in motion. Yes, they’d been married for three months. Every night she lay in his arms sexually sated, yet willing to continue even when exhaustion muted her cries and tears streaked her cheeks from the repeated orgasms he’d wrung from her.

  Despite the numerous times he’d sent her to sleep or awakened her with his cock hard and filling her, he still had to coax her tight sheath into accepting him. Even her back entrance remained snug. Allowing another man to experience the heated clasp of her body made him want to howl, but the thought of sinking into her tight pussy as Richard worked his way up her ass soothed the beast within him. He’d done it in the past with other lovers. This time should be no different, he tried to assure himself.

  But it was. Pushing away the
thought, he watched his wife.

  Seeing her focused on following his instructions, Bryce wondered who would win the ministruggle, Mattie or Richard. Just when his confidence would have leaned toward his friend of nearly forty years, he heard curses fill the room.

  “Fucking hell, Bryce, why didn’t you warn me she could do that?” Even as the outburst left Richard’s lips, one hand tugged Mattie’s lips from his chest. “Okay, baby, you win this round, but next time, it’s my turn.” Mingled laughter and groans signaled Richard’s climax as he arched beneath Mattie, nearly throwing her off.

  Mattie eased away from the other man. Bryce grabbed the black foil packet from where Richard had left it, ripped it open, and carefully rolled the condom into place. He’d forgotten he’d left some of the doctored prophylactics in the nightstand when he’d arranged for Richard to join them tonight. He’d have to make sure he reminded his friend only to use the gold packets.

  Kneeling before him on the bed, she held her hands out to him. “Please.”

  “As much as you want, baby,” Bryce assured her. The smile lifting her lips set off a series of explosions in his chest that stunned him. Shaking off the sensations, he pulled his wife into his arms. “You’ll have to come quick, Lawrence. Rich tends to recover fast, and the second time around it takes hours to make him come.”

  * * *

  Arms bound to the canopy above her head, Mattie knew the scene would mirror the images on Bryce’s canvas. The one she’d seen on their wedding day. Her body quivered with need, having been allowed only one orgasm since she’d met Bryce’s challenge earlier. Behind her, she could feel the heat of Richard’s cock stroke the lubed entrance of her ass even as Bryce focused his attention on adjusting the grip of the nipple clamps he’d put in place.

  “You know what to do, baby,” Bryce reminded her, his lips rising to caress hers. “Press down as he goes in and relax.”

  She couldn’t help but laugh at the last. Then she gasped as the first few inches slid inside, even as her body did exactly what Bryce told her. “You relax, Halsey.” She chuckled, then groaned, the heat filling her growing to match the pounding arousal the slide of Bryce’s fingers between her labia was creating. “You don’t have his cock spreading your ass.”

  That had both men laughing, confusing Mattie until Bryce cupped her cheeks and held her gaze. “Oh, but baby, I have,” he taunted her. The smile on his lips widened just as she felt her eyes go round. “He’s pushed that bat-sized cock up my ass a few times.”

  The surprise alone had Mattie struggling to make sense. “But…you’re…and…” Then Richard settled the rest of his length in one smooth stroke, leaving her gasping for air at the images flooding her mind and the heat rolling over her body.

  Richard’s response and the laughter it brought out of Bryce barely registered as Mattie felt Bryce’s erection press inside.

  “Like that club of yours is any smaller?” Richard eased back, then thrust upward before adding, “Shit, I walked funny all weekend after you reamed me with that beast.”

  “Why do you think I kept Mattie in bed the first three days we were married?” Bryce assured his friend even as he pushed deep, hissing at the squeeze of her wet walls around him.

  Mind spinning with the knowledge that her husband and his best friend had fucked each other as well as with the sensations bombarding her body with the double penetration, Mattie’s fingers gripped the leather above her. Aching with the desire building in her center, she wrapped her thighs around Bryce’s waist and tried to match the rhythm of the men. As one would advance, the other would retreat, leaving her breathless and confused, but desperate for more. Out of frustration and need, she gave in to the urge and growled, “Why don’t you boys quit the reminiscing and…ahhh, God yes, there, Bryce…” She gasped for breath. “And just fuck me already.”

  Richard’s laughing response came first. “Hmm, Bryce, sounds like the creamy filling has a few complaints about our sandwich.”

  “We wouldn’t to disappoint, now would we, old friend?” Bryce replied.

  Against her ear Richard whispered, “Better watch what you wish for, baby, it may be more than you can handle.”

  Fingers threaded through her damp, tousled curls just as Bryce smiled down at her. “No coming without permission.”

  The gleam in his eyes had Mattie crying out. This was definitely going to test her ability to control her body. She shivered at the slide of skin against skin, the sounds of bodies connecting, sheathing one within the other. His pleasure magnified hers and she flexed her internal muscles, caressing first Bryce, then Richard, learning what made each man moan and curse and striving to increase their arousal.

  * * *

  The room was darker than she ever remembered it being and her place in it was wrong. She should be in the doorway, Lyssa standing beside her as she watched the scene unfold. Instead, she could feel the warmth of Richard’s body along the front of her own and Bryce’s heat against her back. Within her chest, she could feel her heartbeat increase as the bedroom door slid silently open and a figure moved into the room. Neither man sharing her bed moved as the intruder halted at the foot of the bed. The scream boiling up within her was locked behind her lips, unable to escape.

  “You were supposed to be a good girl,” the man told her, his voice matter-of-fact, no anger or disgust evident in the tone.

  Some part of her knew it was a dream. A nightmare. As each element unfolded, Mattie could see both the memory that created the nightmare and the new elements her mind had decided to include. She watched herself rise in the bed, her bare breasts hidden behind the fall of her hair. “I am, Daddy. I am a good girl.”

  He shook his head. “No. A good girl doesn’t fuck two men. She doesn’t allow herself to be used.”

  “You don’t belong here, Daddy. You aren’t supposed to be here,” her protests began, then turned into a cry of alarm as the man she faced raised his left arm, revealing the pistol gripped in his hand. Both men began to stir in the bed.

  The barrel of the pistol shifted its focus away from her. “Which one caused this?” Her father’s voice was coldly furious as his gaze moved from Bryce to Richard, then back to Bryce.

  “Don’t. I’ll be good. Just don’t hurt them.” Mattie could feel herself shaking, trying to think of something to say that would keep her father from using the pistol on her husband and friend.

  “Tell me.” Her father’s voice was cold and unrelenting.

  Her trembling increased. “I promise I’ll be good. I promise.”

  Richard’s hand brushed her shoulder as he began to rise beside her, and the gun went off once, then a second time.

  As his body fell back onto the bed and Bryce’s toppled as well, Mattie lunged up, screaming, pleading. “I’ll be good, Daddy. I promise.” Again and again she cried her promise, her head buried against her upraised knees, her arms crossed over her head as she rocked forward and back on the bed.

  Cursing and the sudden wash of light barely registered. Even Bryce’s arms pulling her close couldn’t drag Mattie from the nightmare’s grip. The spray of blood, the loud reports of the pistol, and her mother’s screams fading into silence kept playing over and over in her mind.

  “It’s okay, baby,” Bryce whispered, holding her close, his hand brushing through her tangled hair.

  She couldn’t talk; the sobs rendered her speechless, mute, the memories of what her father had done to her mother and what had come next making it impossible to do anything but burrow closer to her husband’s heat.

  “What the fuck was that all about?” Richard demanded, his fingers shaking as he raked them through his close-cropped hair before swallowing down half his scotch in one gulp.

  Bryce shrugged, his own drink unsteady as he raised it to his lips and sipped. His gaze didn’t leave the open door to the bedroom. He shivered at the chill the water dripping from his hair and down his back produced. Twenty minutes of holding his wife under the pounding spray of the shower had finally c
almed her enough so he could coax her back to bed. Wrapped tight in his shirt as well as the heavy velvet robe he’d unearthed in the closet, she’d curled into a ball and drifted off.

  “Don’t go all quiet on me, Bryce. Give me some kind of idea what could possibly make Mattie wake from a dead sleep screaming her head off.” Richard refilled his glass at the bar before dropping onto the sofa.

  Feeling decades older than his four, Bryce eased into the matching chair adjacent to the sofa. “I fucked up.”

  “What?”

  “I rushed her.” He sipped at his drink, processing through the steps he’d taken to introduce Mattie to a ménage. He wondered if his own need to force normalcy into the chaotic emotions jumbling his mind had him ignoring the warning signs that his wife wasn’t ready to accept another man into their bed yet.

  Richard nodded. “She didn’t seem comfortable at first. But later…”

  “I should have waited.” Bryce rose and paced the carpet in front of the sliding glass doors leading onto the roof garden.

  “That still doesn’t explain her panic. The screaming.”

  Bryce watched the shudder ripple through his friend. He suspected he knew what Lawrence had been reliving in her nightmare. Making Richard privy to her history would be necessary if they were to avoid a repeat of the same thing. “It happened when she was eleven.”

  His tone must have alerted Richard to the seriousness of his information. “What? You said she hadn’t been—”

  Before his friend could draw the wrong conclusion, he continued, “She saw it all. According to the report I had compiled just after she started working for us, Lawrence’s father forced his way into the apartment where she was living with her mother and Lyssa.” After refilling his drink, Bryce returned to the chair and sat down. “Details are sketchy, but the police officers who responded reported that Aaron Lawrence was drunk and enraged that his ex-wife was involved with a new man. He dragged her to her mother’s bedroom. Shot her mother and the new lover. Lyssa had grabbed Lawrence and ran for the door, but somehow he got in front of them. There was a struggle. Lyssa was shot, but there was a rifle in the closet. Before he could shoot either of them again, Lyssa shot him with the rifle.”