by Lynn Stark
Flaming amber raked over her vulnerable, trembling form.
“You two fuckups just can’t get anything right.” He stormed across the room, sweeping the trembling Peaches from between them. Carrying her to the bed he threw her down. She bounced once before he was on it, on her, pushing her legs wide. His hot amber gaze looked at her, the cream flowing from her body, the swollen flesh of her labia, the clit so rigid it stood alone between the petals of her pink sex. He opened his palm and she saw two small clamps.
She knew where they were going. Moaning, she held her breath as he attached them to her nipples. Pain shot through her, straight to her womb. It pulled her muscles tight and then slowly began morphing into pleasure. She tilted precariously on the edge of that knife. Her gaze widened as he pulled his rigid, monstrous cock from his jeans. “I’ll take you where you want to go,” he promised hoarsely.
He didn’t even bother to remove his jeans. Peaches didn’t care. She was so close to the edge. When his cock plunged into her she was set afire. He was inside her. Logan was shoving his cock deep inside her. The thought was enough to stoke the fires, getting them going again after the unexpected withdrawal of her men’s attentions. This man wasn’t going to worry about a few tears, a few sobs. He was going to push and push and push until he shoved her over the edge.
There was no sympathy inside him. Torturing an orgasm from a woman was the kind of thing he lived for. Peaches almost sighed with relief as she wrapped her legs tightly around his hips.
Strong fingers bit into the curves of her ass, pulling her tight to every powerful thrust of his body. His breathing was harsh. His handsome, rugged face was a thing of beauty above her. His cock was like a powerful piston. It rammed in and out of her, sliding easily within the cream-coated walls of her throbbing, clenching pussy. When he shifted their positions slightly the base of his cock began stroking her clit.
“Oh fuck, yes!”
The broad wall of his chest pushed against the clamps on her nipples. The drag was torturous. She loved it.
Panting, her mind focusing on that one thing she wanted most, she clung to his broad shoulders.
“That’s it,” he growled. She opened her eyes to find him watching her. Heat flared in her womb. Her pussy tightened around his cock. “I’m going to fuck you until you scream for me to stop. You won’t have one mind-bending orgasm. They are going to go on and on until you really can’t take it anymore.”
Just the sexily growled words were enough. The promise sent flames of passion flaring over and through her primed body. Peaches felt her toes curling. The muscles in her legs tightened. Her back arched, lifting him easily as she screamed. She bucked, writhed, and fought against him, feeling completely maddened. Powerful arms held her tightly.
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Logan proved relentless in keeping his promise. Her body had no sooner begun to come down off the wave of ecstasy when he moved, rolling, taking her with him so she was riding astride him.
Those strong fingers of his went to her nipples, pulling on the clamps, as she began to ride him as hard and fast as she could. When he almost viciously pinched her clit she came again, while he remained in complete control of himself. Ryan and Damien had said Logan could last for a very long time. They hadn’t lied.
The next time he spoke it was to order her to put her hands behind her neck. It pulled her swollen, aching breasts up, thrusting them forward as he grasped her hips, forcing her to begin riding him again.
“Close your eyes.” After she had done so, he continued in a low growl. “I want you to think about all the things I’m going to do to you. I’ll start with putting a ball gag in that sweet mouth of yours. Then I’ll strap you in a whipping chair. You won’t be able to move. This beautiful ass of yours is going to be all mine. I’m going to do things to it you’ve never dreamed of.
You’ll resist at first. Submitting to me will go against everything you’ve believed about yourself. You’ll fight, you’ll scream. But you will never use your safe word. You would consider that weak. As I break you, you’ll want more and more, to prove your strength, to prove you’re strong enough to take anything I can do to your lovely body. Then you’ll find that place, where the pain turns into pleasure so intense you’ll begin to crave it like a drug. That’s when you’ll be mine.”
Peaches saw and felt it all. The graphic images seared her brain. She could see herself strapped into the chair, could see him admiring his handiwork, her ass, the way her breasts dangled beneath. He would attach things to her. He would shove things into her. He would take a paddle to her ass until she entered that place he spoke of.
Dropping her arms, she began shuddering violently. Her fingers clawed at his chest as she came, ripping his skin, as she was thrown one last time into a cataclysmic orgasm. Colors and light flashed behind her eyelids. A scream of something akin to agony was torn from her parched lips.
She never felt the strong arms that caught hold of her. They lifted her gently away from Logan, to arrange her beside him. They began to cover her with blankets, but he stopped them.
“Don’t,” he growled, rising from the bed to remove his jeans and underwear. He stroked his cock and balls as her eyelids fluttered open. “Open your legs for me.”
“You’re going to fucking kill her.” It was an exaggeration but told how worried Ryan was about Logan’s treatment of her.
Peaches smiled a little. What a way to go, with Logan fucking her into oblivion.
“Shut the fuck up. She wants this from me. If you don’t want to watch, get the fuck out.” Peaches’s body felt heavy. Her limbs felt like they were filled with lead. Yet she moved them. She knew one thing. Logan hadn’t come yet. And she so wanted to feel his thick length deep inside of her when he came.
Parting her legs, she welcomed him. He was right. She wanted what he could do to her.
As much as she loved her men, she knew they would never be able to give this to her. Only Logan could do so.
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Though she doubted another orgasm was possible, the pleasure she felt as he claimed her yet again was unmistakable. When he finally came, a roar of pleasure shaking them both, she felt an intense sense of satisfaction as she felt his cum spurting strongly inside her. Her pussy clamped down on his pulsing shaft, clinging to him. The swollen flesh sucked every precious drop out of him.
When Logan became still upon her, his weight pressing her down into the mattress, Peaches welcomed it. They stared at one another for long moments before he bent his head to kiss her lips tenderly, wetting them with the tip of his tongue. The kiss was one of the sweetest she had ever known, and it told her just exactly what he felt for her, even if he didn’t know how to say the words for himself.
The moment he moved, Peaches felt the loss. It hit her sharply in the pit of the stomach.
As he moved to her side, Ryan kneeled between her legs. He cleaned her with a warm washcloth, being gentle with her.
“You didn’t wear a condom,” Ryan stated coldly, his voice low as he stared at Logan with accusing eyes.
“He doesn’t have to,” Damien inserted before Ryan did something stupid. “None of us do.
We’re going to be making a baby.”
All eyes went to Logan when they heard his sharp intake of breath. When they expected to see anger or disapproval in his eyes, they saw they were gleaming with something unexpected. Hope. Pleasure. Happiness. But all tempered by wariness.
“You’re not on the pill?” he asked Peaches, leaning over her, his huge hand slid around her waist. She shook her head. “You’re sure about this.” She nodded. “You may speak now, you know. You can’t tell me how perfect a lover I am, unless you do so.” Curling her fingers into a fist, she hit him in his massive shoulder. The man had them popping out all over the place. “Jerk.”
“I can be,” he agreed, smiling crookedly.
“Ya think?”
The hand stroking her skin smacked the curve of her ass. She yelped, but pressed herself close. “Are you to
o sore to make all your men happy tonight?”
“No.”
They made love all night, her men finding new ways to bring her to orgasm even as her mind, and passion-depleted body, told her there couldn’t possibly be another to be found anywhere. Each time she fell asleep, she knew they were cuddling close, touching her, loving her.
When they would wake her, she felt herself smile anew. These were her men. Even Logan. He was her man, too. She was not going to let him push her away again. He could be as mean and as pigheaded as he wanted, but she wasn’t going to allow him to do it.
The man had just met his match. She smiled in the darkness, stroking the thickly muscled arm resting like a band of steel over her stomach. Logan kept her pulled tight to his body the rest of the night, his breath ruffling the hair on the top of her head.
They woke twice during the early hours of the morning. But only after Ryan fell out of the king-sized bed twice, hitting the floor with a thud.
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giggle. When a moan escaped her swollen lips, the powerful arm around her tightened, telling her he could feel the new rush of desire flowing between them.
“There’s not enough room in this bed. And I’m missing my cuddle time.”
“Fuck you. I’ve got her and I’m going to keep her the rest of the night. Cuddle up to Damien.”
“Fuck you,” Damien snarled, the fingers he had tangled with hers tightening perceptibly.
“You don’t need to say stuff like that.”
Peaches wiggled, trying to get out of the bed. “I have to use the bathroom, now that I’m awake. It doesn’t help that you’re squeezing me.” The arm released her, and she made good on her escape to the bathroom. Just as she was closing the door, she heard Logan say with a great deal of sensitivity. “If you guys are experimenting, curious, there’s not a damn thing wrong with that. Now, let crybaby numbnuts get in the middle so he can have his cuddle time.” When she returned to the bed it was to find Ryan in the center. She crawled in between him and Logan. He might have gotten to be next to her, but it was Logan who held her again.
She didn’t argue. Peaches knew she had to strengthen the bond with Logan as often as she could. When he nuzzled her neck, she rubbed her cheek against his. He mimicked the caress with his rough cheek. The sound coming from deep in his chest reminded her of a big cat purring. A very big, and very powerful cat.
This is how it would be for them, if he would just let himself go. He would have those moments when he would demand full control of her, when he would do all those nasty things he told her he was planning for her. Then there would be this, when he treated her like the most delicate treasure. And the other times, well, she suspected they would fight just because they were too alike.
First, however, she was going to have to show him that he was an integral part of this relationship. He was one of them. He would complete what she, Damien, and Ryan had begun.
Peaches fell asleep thinking about the future, their future together as lovers and partners.
When she woke a few hours later, she reached back for Logan. As she stroked him, he kissed along her throat. The man’s mouth was truly talented. Moaning, she wiggled her ass back against him, into the cradle of his hips. The thick length of his cock rubbed between the globes of her ass. Powerful thighs pushed against hers. She particularly liked the feel of the coarse hair rubbing against her skin.
“Don’t start something you can’t finish,” he growled, nipping her earlobe. “You have to be sore.”
“A little.”
“You need to recover, so you and I can have a whole night of fun. By ourselves,” he added meaningfully.
“It’d be more fun if I could tie you up.” Logan chuckled. “Not going to happen, baby.” A huge hand caressed her breast, tweaking her nipple in a manner which made promises of wicked delights to come. He kissed her neck one last time before releasing her and rolling out of bed. “I’m going to go check what that damn storm has been doing all night.”
One moment she had three gorgeous, hot-blooded men in her bed, a real dream come true, the next she was alone and watching the vague shadows of their bodies leaving the room.
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Stretching a deliciously aching body, Peaches decided she should get up to make breakfast.
A quick hot shower did a lot of relieve her of the strange aches and pains in her body.
There was a smile on her mouth as she pulled on her long underwear, then covered it with jeans and a flannel shirt. With thick socks on her feet, she stuffed them into fuzzy slippers with rattling eyeballs. Then she hurried downstairs even while she fluffed her damp hair with her fingers.
Damien was in the process of making a pot of coffee. Ryan was on the other side of the kitchen, searching through cupboards. They were strangely silent for men who were always joking with one another. It was one thing she really liked about them. She had an idea what was happening, but didn’t know how to broach the subject. Awkward. Damn Logan and his teasing.
“Do you mind if I go out to help shovel snow? Most of the work’s done in here.”
“We don’t do much shoveling. We’ve spent a fortune on machines to help get rid of it,” Damien told her, going to stand near the window.
“We’ll get out and feed the cattle. We’ve gotten most of them closer in. We’ll try to get the rest today. We’ll dump hay off a truck and make sure the water troughs aren’t frozen over.
Then we’ll go work a few of the horses. Nothing stops around here because of a little snow.” As he described their plans for the day, Peaches got out the ingredients for breakfast. She put bacon in the pan. It was soon sizzling away as she cut thick slices of the bread she had made the day before. She slathered them with butter and honey, and then stacked them on a plate. Picking up the bottle, she thought of the one left upstairs. “We never did get to use this,” she joked, grinning impishly.
Strong arms wrapped around her. Good, things were getting back to normal. A warm mouth nuzzled her neck as hands groped her breasts through the layers. Ryan. She snuggled back against him.
“There’s always the after-lunch snack time,” he told her, kissing and licking her skin. “I’ll pour it on your nipples and your pussy. While I’m sucking it off your nipples, Damien can lick your slit until he’s gotten every sweet drop off you.” The erotic scenario to be played out caused her pussy to ache. Her panties were drenched. How was she going to last until the afternoon snack time?
Damien finally joined in. He laughed huskily. “I would never know when to stop. Her cream is so sweet on the tongue.”
When he moved to stand in front of her, she stroked his chest. “Mmm, you do know the right things to say to a girl. So, I’m going to be your afternoon snack?”
“Baby, we’ll be lucky to get anything done today. All we’re going to do is think about coming in the house for a snack.”
Her fingers walked down Damien’s chest, over his flat abs, to his buckle. She tugged playfully before smoothing her hand down over his hard cock.
“You do know I want to have a snack of my own. A little honey in the right places…” She allowed her words to trail off suggestively, a smile on her lips.
“The right places, huh?”
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The door opened, interrupting their play. Her heart skipped a beat as Logan came in. He stomped the snow off his boots before removing them, setting them on the tray to catch the melting snow. He looked at them with unfathomable eyes.
“I came in for breakfast, not to watch a fuckfest.” Poking her tongue out at him, she squeezed out from between the men and then went to get the eggs. She looked at the bacon. It was nearly done. She quickly beat the eggs up, then poured them into the pan with green peppers, onion, and bits of ham she had prepared the day before. It didn’t take long for the scrambled eggs to get going. She took
the bacon from the pan, placing it on paper towels to take off the hot grease.
Logan spoke little during the meal. Peaches watched him surreptitiously. He was a ruggedly handsome man. He was not as handsome as Damien, a man who could easily make his living as a model. He was definitely not as pretty as Ryan. His dark hair was growing back in.
It didn’t look much different than the military style cut he usually wore. The man was so fucking hot her pussy just dripped looking at him.
With her body aching, her nipples as hard as stones, Peaches forced herself to eat the food on her plate. She looked from one man to the other. Damien and Ryan were still unnaturally quiet. Their appetites, too, seemed to have started to suffer.
“If you two don’t get the fuck over it, I’ll do something about it.”
“What are you talking about?” Damien growled.
“This. Ryan,” he snarled in a dark, commanding tone, “Get the fuck over here.” Ryan dropped his fork, startled. He looked at the older man, his cheeks flushing.
“Now.”
Ryan moved. Peaches held her breath, confused. She didn’t know what was going on. It seemed Damien had a clue, however. “Don’t you fucking go there,” he growled menacingly, half out of his chair, palms flat on the table as he glared at the other man.
“I’m already there.” He stood and unbuckled his belt and unzipped his pants. Ryan was visibly trembling. “Kneel and get your mouth around my cock.”
“Logan, I’m fucking warning you.” The chair was kicked back. It toppled over onto the floor. Tension flooded the air. Damien looked as though he was about to attack the other man.
Indecision crossed his features. “Don’t do it.”
