Harley went to her knees next to Wyatt, surprising him by taking the initiative. She cupped Clay’s balls and from the expression on his friend’s face, she had a naturally expert touch. Turned on at the sight, Wyatt grabbed himself, tugging at his cock as he soaked in the erotic scene before him. She lifted Clay’s shaft and leaned in, her tongue easing out of her mouth. Excitement lit through Wyatt. He pulled harder at his cock.
She was going to do it. She was going to suck his friend off right here in front of him.
Fuck.
He wanted to explode already and she’d only just started.
She drew Clay’s shaft to her lips and poised it there as if teasing both men. Wyatt made a choked sound and put his hand out to touch her lips. His fingers skimmed Clay’s cock. “Open your mouth, Harley.”
She listened, opening her mouth.
Wyatt took the lead, easing Clay’s cock into Harley’s mouth. Her eyes widened as she sucked it in more. There was no way to get it all into her mouth. Clay was simply too big of a man. Wyatt wrapped his hand around the base of his friend’s cock and stroked as Harley sucked. “That’s it, baby. Just like that. Suck harder.”
Clay tipped his head back and put his arms out, finding something to hold onto as his legs began to shake. Wyatt kept going, using one hand to jack off his buddy and the other to work his own cock. The sight of it all was too much for him. Unable to avoid the temptation of Harley’s naked form, Wyatt released Clay’s cock and went on all fours. He lowered his head and shoved it into Harley’s crotch. Her sweet scent filled his head and she yelped as he rubbed his face in her wet slit. Her moisture coated his lips, his chin and even his nose.
Fuck. She was perfect.
He used his hand to spread her open. It was difficult and took some maneuvering to fit his upper body easily toward the base of Clay’s feet while Harley leaned, sucking Clay’s cock. They managed it well enough. Wyatt slid his tongue over Harley’s clit and she jerked, stopping what she was doing.
“W-Wyatt,” whimpered Harley, her breathing harsh.
“You taste delicious. I knew you would.” He looked up toward Clay. “I need in that pussy of hers or I’m gonna blow my load on the floor.”
Clay’s lips eased into a sly smile. “Wouldn’t want you wastin’ perfectly good cum. We should get on out to that water.”
“Or,” said Wyatt, rising to his feet, the taste of Harley all over his face. “We could double fuck her here.”
Clay chuckled. “I’m game.”
“So am I,” stated Harley.
Harley twisted and Wyatt grabbed her, lifting her off her feet. He tugged at her legs and she took the hint, wrapping them around his waist. He reached between their bodies and took hold of his cock. “This will hurt at first. It’ll pass. Promise.”
She nodded and bit her lower lip. “I’m ready. I want this. I want both of you.”
“Good girl,” said Wyatt as he thrust his cock into her tight, unused pussy. He didn’t bother with a condom. They’d already discussed the matter when settling on doing this—on taking the RV to the lake, on being together. They knew each person was clean and that Harley was on birth control.
She cried out in his arms, digging her nails into his shoulders, near his star tattoos. He tore through her virginal barrier, marking her pussy as his. If she didn’t already know it, she soon would—he had no plans to ever let her go. She’d be his wife, of that he’d always been sure.
Chapter Four
White-hot passion filled Harley’s body as she moved on Wyatt’s cock. It was huge. She wasn’t sure how she’d managed to fit it in her body. Every fiber of her being was alive, filled with pleasure. She rocked on his cock, his hands digging into her buttocks as he controlled her movements. Their mouths locked, their tongues meeting in a frenzy. She moaned as she rode him. Their sweat-slicked bodies seemed made for one another. She kept going and Wyatt increased his thrusts. For one second she swore she saw stars as pleasure exploded throughout her lower region—tight in the base of her belly and then sweeping outward.
Wyatt stilled his movements, pulling back from their kiss. “That’s it, Harley. Come all over my cock. Just like that.”
She did. Her body responded to his words, drawing even more pleasure from the act.
Wyatt resumed his thrusting, pumping deep in her. He held his spot and then roared, his cock twitching inside her. She knew he was coming.
“Mm, feel that?” he asked. “That’s me fillin’ you up with my cum. You’re mine now, baby. All mine.”
“All yours?” asked Clay, sounding close.
Harley looked over her shoulder to find Clay there, his hand on his cock. There was a hungry gleam in his eyes. She reached out for him and Wyatt laughed as he handed her over. She tried to wiggle down. “I don’t want to hurt you.”
Clay shook his head. “There isn’t anything to you, baby. Come on up here. Let me in you.”
She allowed him to lift her and she wrapped her legs around his waist. His cock head nudged at her wet entrance. She exhaled and then put her lips over his. Clay eased into her slowly, taking his time. It was sweet torture and she tried to ram herself down—to take more of his cock—but he wouldn’t let her. He held her hips, in complete control. She whimpered.
He smiled against her lips. “Your pussy is so tight. If I rush it, I’ll explode.”
She didn’t want that. She wanted more pleasure. She wanted more of Clay. Their tongues laced and he began kissing her mouth in a way that was suggestive of sex. It only served to turn her on more. She wiggled on the tip of his cock, wanting more. Soon enough, he gave her what she wanted. The lips of her pussy spread as he eased her over his shaft. When she was finally settled on him, she met his gaze and smiled.
Clay gifted her a smile in return. “We fit good, don’t we?”
“Perfectly,” she replied.
“Move on me,” said Clay, leaning back and sitting partially on the tabletop.
Harley took over. She did what felt natural. She moved, swishing her hips back and forth while moving her body up and down. Clay dug his hands into her hips and the pain was welcomed. It countered the pleasure. She grunted and made strange animal-like noises as she rode him. He mirrored them. Then, suddenly, he grabbed her by the back of the hair and tugged gently.
“Faster,” he said aggressively.
She listened, doing as he commanded. With her increased pace, she lost control of her body. Pleasure assailed her and she cried out, clutching hold of him. He grabbed her hips tighter and held her in place, thrusting up rapidly until his seed exploded deep within her.
Panting, they remained in place. She stayed there on his cock. “I could sleep for a week.”
“Sleep is the last thing you’re gonna be doing tonight, baby,” said Wyatt, pressing against her backside. He put his thumb against her asshole and pushed in, making her gasp. “Soon. You’re not ready for it yet, but we’ll take your ass soon enough. Not tonight though.”
She leaned against him, loving being between the men.
“How was it?” Clay demanded. “How was losing your virginity?”
She teared up. “I lost it to two men who mean more to me than anything in the world, so it was amazing.”
They shared a look. She stared between them, twisting slightly on Clay’s cock. Wyatt kissed her and she felt Clay laying back on the table. His cock went deeper in her and she gasped. Wyatt continued the kiss. He then broke it and pushed on her back, forcing her to lay on top of Clay. He lifted her hips, moving her off Clay’s cock, replacing it quickly with his own. “Now, we’re gonna take turns in that sweet cunt of yours.”
He pushed in, going balls-deep. Her nipples ground against Clay’s steely chest. He grabbed her face and kissed her as Wyatt continued fucking her from behind. True to Wyatt’s word, he pulled out and then Clay took over. The men continued that pattern, each one taking several strokes before switching with the other. They kept it up, kept fucking her to the point she lost touch with rea
lity. Pleasure came at her from all angles. Her body thrummed with it. She let them continue with their mission. It felt too good to stop them. Then, finally, Clay thrust into her, emptying his seed. He withdrew and Wyatt rammed in, doing the same.
Wyatt collapsed across her back. He swatted the side of her ass cheek playfully and chuckled. “Woman, that was un-fucking-believable.”
“I agree,” said Clay, still under her.
She managed a weak smile.
The men laughed more.
Wyatt kissed her shoulder. “Still wanna skinny dip?”
“I want to sleep,” she replied. “And I want the two of you to cuddle with me.”
“For you...” Clay kissed her. “...anything.”
“Anything?” she echoed.
He nodded. “Just say the word.”
She took a deep breath. “I don’t want this to end. I don’t want to go back to town and have you barely utter two words to me and Wyatt just stare at me from across the street.”
“You’re a big girl, Harley,” said Clay. “You’ve seen how this normally works with us. You’ve heard about the women we’ve shared. I know you have.”
She tensed. “Are you saying you don’t want me now that you’ve had me?”
“Nope,” he said. “I’m just pointing out a fact. Then I was planning to say, that being said, you ought to prepare yourself because you are ours now. We don’t let go of something we want, do we, Wyatt?”
“Hell no,” answered Wyatt, biting lightly at her shoulder. “See, this is just the start, Harley. Now that we have you, we don’t plan on letting go. Ever.”
“Ever?” She moved a little between them, enjoying the wetness seeping from her. It meant she was full of them.
“Ever,” they answered.
“People will talk,” she said.
Wyatt moved off her back and then helped her off Clay. “They love talkin’ about us. This just gives ‘em something new to focus on.”
“And what will they be focusing on, exactly?”
Clay eased off the table. He chuckled. “That li’l thing is fishing for a commitment.”
“She sure is,” answered Wyatt with a grin.
Harley put her hand on her hip. “I sure the hell am. Think I saved my virginity that long for nothing? Someone better pony up, and quick.”
They laughed and the sound moved over her.
“Marry me,” Clay said, lifting her hand.
Wyatt took her other hand. “Marry me.”
She looked between them and rolled her eyes. “Fools.”
They wagged their brows and came at her, sandwiching her between them as they both began planting kisses all over her body. She closed her eyes, knowing that in the end, she would have both men by her side for keeps. That was the way of things in Macon Valley. When a man—or men in this case—loved a woman, nothing stopped them from being with her. And Harley knew she was loved.
The End
About the Author
Rory Michaels has a soft spot for men in cowboy boots and at one point in her life, raised pigs. Now older, wiser and slightly curvier, she pens erotic tales that tease the senses and still loves a man in boots. Visit Rory’s website www.rorymichaels.com for information on upcoming books.
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