by Zoey Marcel
“An otter?”
He wiped his eyes and sighed. “It wasn’t an insult. You just looked so cute and hyper and big-eyed. The way you were hanging reminded me of when they swim around on their backs and you had your hands like they do when they eat.”
She chortled. “Well, that’s not very sexy. And here I was thinking about having sex with you. Ah well. There’s always next time.”
He licked his lips and petted her arms. “I’m sure I can think of something to get you in the mood again.”
She kissed his forehead, squealing and clinging to him for dear life when he began to swing.
David smiled at her fondly before sobering. “You miss him, don’t you?”
Her heart thudded in alarm. Would he still want her if he knew she missed Heath? She peeked down through her eyelashes while pawing his chest gently.
David slowed the swing down and hooked a finger under her chin to trap her in his sympathetic gaze. “It’s okay if you do. I’d rather know.”
“I do miss Heath. I don’t know why. He just left me. I get that he doesn’t want to share, but he didn’t seem as upset over leaving as I was watching him go. I guess it meant more to me than him.”
“Men tend to hide their emotions more than women. Not always, but that’s usually how it is. I bet he misses you like crazy.”
“I don’t care. I have you and your brother. I don’t need Heath.”
He gave her a cordial smile, eyes distracted. “If he ever comes back he can join our ménage. Neither Brighton nor I mind, but only if Heath is willing to share. We can’t let you go. We love you too much.”
She hugged him, breathing in the clean scent of his hair. “I love you, too. Don’t worry. You’re not going to lose me. Being with the two of you is a dream come true.”
They snuggled and swung together in silence for a minute while the arid stillness and the lazy sounds of late summer conducted their subdued melody around them.
“You look absolutely amazing in that sundress,” he murmured into her hair.
She gave him an appreciative squeeze. “Thank you. I feel you getting hard underneath me.”
“Well, that’s what happens when my cock feels your panties.”
Lifting her head, she whispered into his ear. “I want it inside me.”
David moaned and grabbed her ass.
Danielle followed her heated comment with a balmy exhale into his ear, smiling when he shivered. She worked his jeans open while he stuck his hand into her panties and fondled her smooth pussy. Tiny prickles of delight scattered over her flesh. A stream of wetness moistened her folds in readiness.
Getting his erection out was something of a challenge, but with a little lifting on her part and his she eventually freed his cock and slipped it under her dress.
“You feel so good.”
He moaned. “So do you.”
His fingers skimmed through her warm cream and flirted with her sex lips, causing more hot nectar to ooze from her. She hugged his body to hers, breathing in broken pants and gentle sighs against his neck while he quietly played with her. The building pressure escalated until it finally shattered. Shards of ecstasy pierced her and fragmented whimpers kept pouring out of her as she came and came.
“That’s it, pumpkin. Come for your man.”
His lusty murmurs made the pleasure even more intense. His ambitious finger was about to go for round two.
“Wait. Give me a second,” she said, waiting for the hypersensitivity to lessen.
He kissed her head and grazed her mons with the back of his long fingers. “Let me know when you’re ready.”
“I will.”
She liked how he respected her need for recovery.
Then again, she also liked that Heath would have made her take it. Both men wowed her in completely different ways.
Brighton would have done one method or the other depending on his mood and the nature of their play. They were all good men.
“Okay. Give it to me.”
David chuckled and teased her pulsing clit with the back of a bent finger. “Maybe I’ll just torture you into madness.”
“No. I need more.”
Her cunt fluttered with aftershock, leaking intense need into her panties.
“You want to come?”
“I do. I need it. Lots of orgasms or I’ll never fit your big cock in me.”
He pulled her back a little, grinning wide. “Very nice with the flattery.”
She winked at him. “You liked that, huh? You do have a big cock.”
He moaned, his hot flesh jerking in her hand as she stroked it. She kept the rhythm slow since she wanted him to come in her vagina.
The hand job ended when another climax shot through her. Delicious spasms rippled through her. Muscles clenched and her pussy gushed. God, it felt so good.
“Fuck me,” she begged.
“Gladly.” He kissed her head again. “Hold onto the swing for a minute.”
She obeyed and he dug into his pocket for a packet. He ripped it open and then balanced while sheathing up his dick. She raised the hem of her dress so he could see it. Next she reached higher on the swing to get herself up more while still straddling him. With difficulty he managed to get his protected dick up inside her.
Both groaned in mutual bliss. Danielle rocked against him. Riding him was tricky in this position with her feet off the ground. They made a team effort of her half rocking and half riding him while he pumped upward slightly with his pelvis and maneuvered her hips against his.
The friction wasn’t quite as intense with such short thrusts, but it still felt nice.
After a bit of this David stood awkwardly while she held onto him. He fucked up into her body while they stared at each other. The intimacy of ogling her partner made her feel connected to him and had her cunt burning hotter. He stretched her channel and held her against him while thrusting into her.
Occasionally she clutched him with her pussy, deliberately squeezing his erection for his enjoyment. His pleasured moans and faster digging up into her excited her. His eyes stayed fixated on her while he came. His mouth fell open as he roared his release and jolted against her. She milked him with her tight sex and absorbed his impassioned stare. He was beautiful and so fucking sexy.
As much as she wanted to linger in his loving arms she didn’t want him to have to hold her all day. Holding someone up while standing and screwing into them was probably tiring. She started to lower herself, encouraging him to pull out. His legs shook and he grinned at her breathlessly.
She smiled at him and pulled her underwear back up. Her panties stuck to her drenched slit.
He stripped the condom off, careful to keep his spunk from falling into his clothes. He concealed it in the wrapper and set it near the swing. After getting his underwear and pants back on, he reached for her and they stood holding each other in appreciation.
“I love you, Danielle.”
“I love you, too,” she murmured against his shirt.
“Now that you’ve officially accepted our marriage proposal we can buy you a ring.”
She smiled up at him. “I can’t wait.”
He carded his fingers through her hair. “Do you want to pick it out or would you like Brighton and I to surprise you with one?”
“Go ahead and surprise me. I want to see what you guys come up with on your own. It’ll mean a lot. I would like to pick out my wedding ring if that’s okay.”
“Sure. We’ll pick out ours, too. We can worry about that after we’ve set a date and it gets closer to time. Brighton and I will get your engagement ring first. Where is the little guy, anyway?”
“He’s spending the day with Kale Enos.”
David smirked. “Well, let’s hope those bi rumors about Kale are true. Brighton’s so bi-curious he’s probably gonna burst if he doesn’t try that soon. Are you sure it doesn’t bother you?”
“Not at all.” She waved him off. “I don’t care if you guys want to get involved with a
man. I think it’s kind of hot, actually. Just no women. I told him that before he left this morning. He insisted that his relationship with Kale is just him trying to prove his friend wrong about sugar daddies, but then he came back and kissed me real big and thanked me for my awesome open mind. His words, not mine.”
David grinned. “Sounds about right. It wouldn’t surprise me if they end up in bed together at some point.”
“Me neither. I just hope Brighton doesn’t get attached if the guy doesn’t want anything serious,” she said sadly.
“That would be unfortunate. Brighton’s never had a problem with pining after anyone he’s been with except for you. We both missed you like crazy when you were gone.”
“I missed you guys, too, really bad. I thought I was going to lose my mind.”
“How do you feel about children? There’s no right or wrong answer to that. I could go either way.”
“Same here. I’d be fine either way.” She frowned, feeling uncertain. “Just please don’t stop being attracted to me if pregnancy changes certain aspects about my body. I’ll still take care of myself, but kids do cause a few unavoidable changes.”
David cupped her cheeks in his hands. “Don’t worry about that. I’ll always love you and be attracted to you.”
“I guess that’s true. I’m not a size three anymore and you still seem to like me.”
“You were the hottest size three that I’d ever seen and now you’re the hottest size six I’ve ever seen.”
She snickered ruefully. “Ha! I wish. I’m an eight. Okay, I’m a ten in certain brands, but they lie. I squeezed into an eight once. That counts, right?”
He chuckled. “Sure, but you look great no matter what your jean size. I’d fuck you and like it whether you were a size zero or a two hundred.”
She snorted. “Two hundred? I’m pretty sure they don’t go up that high.”
“You know what I meant. I should work out more.”
“Are you kidding me? You look wonderful and strong.”
“I look like a walking linguine noodle.”
A burst of laughter escaped her. “How cute. No, you don’t.”
He stuffed the tarnished condom wrapper into his pocket and then draped an arm over her as they meandered back over to the house.
“You’re sweet, pumpkin. Heath is in better shape than me.”
She stopped their strides and looked up at him, smoothing her hands over his chest. “Baby, I don’t compare any of you. Honest. Please don’t be self-conscious or think I’m more attracted to him. You all get me hot and bothered.”
He threaded his fingers in her hair. “I know. I just meant a little more muscle would do me some good. It’s our dad’s fault. We all got the tall, skinny genes.”
“Most women like tall men. I do, and you guys have muscles. You don’t have to look like a bodybuilder to turn me on. I never really had a specific taste in men. It’s kind of like I know it when I see it.”
“So you like nerds?”
She met his sweet smile while they walked again with their bodies touching and an arm around each other. “I love my nerd.”
He tugged her into him more and nuzzled her. “He loves you back.”
* * * *
“Ha ha! Miss.” Brighton stuck his tongue out and scrunched his nose in victory. “Sucker.”
It was actually a hit, but that was beside the point. Who wanted to lose at Battleship?
Kale gave him an incredulous glance before scrutinizing his own playing board. “That is not possible.”
“Sucks to be a loser, doesn’t it?”
“I should have hit one of your ships by now. There are no three slots in a row left for your ship with three holes.”
“Maybe you messed up.”
“Maybe you’re cheating.”
“That’s the kind of accusation a sore loser makes. Hey!” Brighton jumped in his skin when Kale got up and looked at his board. “Stay on your side, cheater.”
Kale’s eyes narrowed on him in disapproval. “You’re the cheater, pup.”
Brighton gulped nervously. “Pup?”
“You are like an undisciplined puppy I must train. Your training begins now. Get up.”
His stomach fell and his groin stirred as he staggered to his feet anxiously.
“Come with me.” Kale walked across his living room and then sat down on the couch.
Brighton twiddled his thumbs. “You want me to sit next to you or something?”
“I want you to lie down across my lap so I can give you the spanking you deserve.”
The remark jacked his cock way up in his pants. He blinked rapidly in shock, mouth falling open. There was no denying how badly he wanted to obey the command, but he worried that Kale would feel his partial hard-on through their clothes.
“You’re gonna spank me?” he asked in a feeble tone.
“Yes, Brighton. Now get over here.”
His balls tingled as he obeyed on wobbly legs. His wrists sizzled with cold fire that almost felt like a current of electricity.
“Pull down your jeans,” Kale ordered. His hazel eyes were wanton and power-driven. “And your underwear. I want this to hurt.”
His butt clenched and he fumbled with his fly. Pushing his pants down his legs, he blushed at the way the crotch of his briefs bulged with his strangely excited penis. Why a punishment should be such an aphrodisiac, he was sure he didn’t know. He’d rejected authority in the past for the most part, but something about Kale’s dominance made him want to submit.
“Can I lie down first before...?” Brighton couldn’t finish the question. He was too nervous, too aroused.
“You may.”
He got on the couch and lay down over Kale’s lap before gradually pushing his briefs down to expose his ass. His cock jolted like nobody’s business when Kale placed his hand on Brighton’s bottom.
“I’m going to spank you now. I want you to count them aloud. There will be ten. Then afterward you will thank me for teaching you a lesson.”
His dick tightened and he just knew that Kale had to feel it. Apparently the man wasn’t threatened by getting another guy riled up sexually. That was a relief and unexpected. Kale was plenty confident and most likely fearless as hell.
“Acknowledge what I just said to you,” Kale commanded firmly.
An electric thrill charged through Brighton’s testicles and sent a hot flow of blood to his shaft. He swallowed over the mouthwatering order.
“Okay.”
“Yes, Sir,” the older man corrected him. “Show me respect, Brighton.”
The demand inflamed his face and loins, firming up his cock in the process. “Yes, Sir.”
Kale gave his rump a rewarding rub that made his anus hug itself.
The first swat got Brighton’s attention. He winced.
“Start counting, pup.”
“One.”
The next slap landed on his right cheek and had him digging his nails into the couch for refuge.
“Two.”
In spite of the hot stings his dick only got harder and thicker with every spank. He counted each slap, ass cheeks glowing with heat and getting tingly from the lingering sting. At one point when he squirmed he felt Kale’s erection poke him in the side. Something about the knowledge that the man was getting a rush from causing him pain and probably feeling Brighton’s cock growing against him made Brighton feverish.
By the time the tenth spanking occurred and Brighton acknowledged it, he’d already accepted the discipline and lay languid against the couch and Kale’s lap.
“Aren’t you forgetting something?” Kale asked.
Tiny pinpricks of sensation were raised over his raw skin when Kale’s fingertips skimmed over his tenderized rear end.
Brighton felt like he was levitating. Pre-cum drizzled from his slit and left what felt like a wet spot on Kale’s shorts. “Thank you for punishing me, Sir.”
“You’re welcome.”
He shut his eyes against the sh
arp stab of desire that impaled his guts.
Please be bi. Please be bi.
“You did very well. I’m proud of you.”
“Thank you, Sir.”
Why the heck was he still calling the guy Sir now that his punishment was over? Well, that was weird.
He felt woozy with hot thrills when Kale began running his hand over Brighton’s sore bottom.
“You have a beautiful ass.”
A strong spasm flowed through his crotch. He really hoped he didn’t explode all over Kale’s lap. How embarrassing would that be?
“Thanks. Your legs feel nice.” His eyes widened.
Why would you tell him that? You’re gonna freak him the fuck out. Sure he’s hard, but maybe that’s just a fluke and he’s not into guys. He’s rumored to go both ways, but not all rumors are true.
He really wanted this one to be true. More than anything he needed Kale to be buried deep inside his ass and to play with his cock and balls until he came hard from it.
“Thank you. I’m glad you like them.” A smile hovered over Kale’s voice. “I can feel how much you like them.”
His balls drew up as though to hide in embarrassment, but the prickly rush in his sack said that what they really wanted was to empty their contents all over.
“You’re hard, too.”
He half expected another spanking for insolence, but none came. Kale’s dick shifted in his shorts, gently touching Brighton’s body through the material.
“That’s because I want you,” Kale said without remorse.
His belly clenched and all the air left his lungs. “I want you, too.”
The air was thick with sexual tension and Brighton wondered what the hell would happen next. Hot, naked man sex would be nice.
“Get up,” Kale said calmly, but in a tone that brooked no defiance.
Brighton scrambled up, stuffing his erection back into his underwear and pulling his jeans up quickly. His cheeks felt flushed with humiliation and he couldn’t stop shaking. He’d always known he would love to go to bed with a man, but he’d never expected to be so nervous and off his game. Hell, even his first time with a woman hadn’t been this anxiety filled. Was it because he was on the same level as them?
