by Zoey Marcel
“You bet. I want your pussy. Kale already told you he’s taking your ass. I want to feel you both.”
“I bet it will be really tight for you with his big cock up there, squishing my holes, cramming against yours, making you burn and ache,” she murmured seductively against his lips.
Brighton’s noise came out somewhere between a moan and a whimper. “Damn it, woman, don’t do that and then back away. Mount me. Fuck me.
She blew him a flirty kiss as she straddled him and positioned his bare cock to her entrance.
“Do it, baby,” he half begged, half ordered. “Put me inside you.”
“How bad do you want me?”
“So freakin’ bad. You have no idea. Hurry it up. I want to feel your pretty pussy squeezing the crap out of me.”
She let out a soft laugh and pressed downward with her hips, holding his penis steady by the root.
“Oh yes,” he moaned as she began to open her body to him. “More, honey. I need more.”
The tip came to a stop. She spread her thighs and impaled herself on his erection, loving the potent sense of surrender that came with it.
He rewarded her compliance with a long groan of need. “God, you feel so good.”
“So do you. I like it even more without a condom.”
“Oh God, so do I. No more condoms. I need it this way all the time.”
She lay down against his torso, absorbing his scintillating body heat. He felt so toned and warm and good. He draped an arm loosely over her and feathered his fingers over her spine, inducing tiny shivers.
“I want to suck your cock, Heath,” she told him.
Did Heath actually stiffen or did she imagine it? The look of anxiety that she thought she saw was gone almost as quickly as it appeared.
Heath smiled at her and stood clothed by the bed. He unzipped his jeans and flicked open the button while speaking to her. “I’ll let one of the others have your sweet mouth. Right now I want to feel your hand wrapped around me, jerking me to the finish.”
Who the hell would take a hand job over oral sex?
Whatever worked for him. Maybe he was just being polite by giving the other men her orifices, or it could be that he actually preferred getting jacked off to getting blown. What madness.
She felt big, rough hands raking down her back and knew they were Kale’s.
“I’m taking your ass, kitten.”
She loved the harsh gruffness of his tone. He was so rugged and virile he could compromise any woman and apparently men, too as evidenced by Brighton’s seduction.
Kale eased the butt plug out of her clingy anus. It was strange to feel the hole shrink. The opening felt more relaxed now. She heard the slick slides of him greasing up his penis in preparation.
Brighton split her buttocks apart, baring her asshole to Kale. It felt so wonderfully degrading to have someone leer at her quivering pucker. She couldn’t help feeling hot and woozy.
Kale probed her wrinkled hole with his blunt cockhead. He wore a condom per her request, even though she figured it was probably his preference to experience raw anal sex with her the way he had with Brighton. She supposed with a little prep work it would be fine, but what if he ended up leaving her like Heath had?
The cowboy was back now, but she still didn’t know if the non-McAlister men were coming or going. Only David and Brighton had concrete plans with her in spite of Heath’s assurances that he would never leave her again and Kale’s newly budding feelings for her. She hoped it lasted with both of them. She needed her fiery cowboy and her alpha male Dom as much as she needed her classy nerd and her trouble-making rebel. They were hers, her men.
Insistent pressure fractured her thoughts into oblivion. Kale pressed against the dip in her crack and his big, meaty head advanced slowly. They were all hung, but his enormous cock was the largest of her lovers. A sharp gust of air rushed from her lungs when more of his erection wriggled into her sphincter.
Brighton fondled her arms, his face and voice encouraging and soft-spoken. “You’re okay, baby. Just breathe and try to relax.”
“He’s so big,” she said in a strained tone.
Brighton flashed her a naughty grin. “Yeah, he is, but it’s so worth it. Just hang in there and let him fill you up.”
She concentrated on breathing as Kale pushed more of his dick into her ass.
“How do you feel, Danielle?” he queried.
“I’m good, Sir.”
“You don’t have to call me that right now, but good girl for remembering.”
“Unlike Brighton?” she teased through the intense stretching and the dull burn.
“Hey. I’m the one in charge of your orgasm this time, girly,” Brighton informed her.
“I love you, Brighton.”
He snickered. “Kiss ass. Yeah, yeah, I’ll get you off.”
She gave him a thankful kiss on the lips.
“Relax, kitten,” Kale gently commanded. “It will hurt for a moment and then it will get better.”
“Okay.”
And he was right. That controlled pop into her rectum was brutal. She sucked in a harsh breath of air and then hissed out as he packed his meaty endowment into her until he was stuffed balls-deep inside of her. Her head fell forward and her eyes closed when she felt how big he was, the way he bottomed out inside of her. It was unbelievably amazing.
“Who’s going in my mouth?” Her voice sounded funny, like she was far away or had no clue what was going on. The intensity of the moment was more than she could take, yet she couldn’t get enough of these men or their smoking bods.
“That would be me.” Nude-ass David crawled up the bed and rested on his knees in front of her.
His glans blushed as if shocked by the depravity, but the moist pre-cum leaking from the slit betrayed his cock’s wantonness.
Danielle licked her lips, surprised by the way her mouth watered for a taste. She flicked her tongue against the tip, making his crown twitch in response. His shaky hiss made her that much wetter and probably lubed Brighton’s inserted penis all the more if his light moan was any indicator.
She braced herself and lifted her head to get David’s long length into her mouth. She made up her mind to swallow for him this time. He’d love that. His pulsating flesh seared her tongue, triggered a fresh flow of saliva. She gladly bathed his shaft and cockhead all over and occasionally rubbed his scrotum with one hand while supporting herself with the other.
“Heath’s gonna need one of your hands, pumpkin,” David rasped while thrusting in shallow strokes into her mouth.
She let go of his balls and fumbled around in search. Heath guided her hand to his rigid, silky cock. It felt wonderful in her hand. She grasped him and slowly began to work his flesh, touching him all over for his pleasure. Heath’s breaths came out labored as he fucked his dick into her hand.
“Go ahead, Brighton,” Kale said.
“Thanks, Sir.”
“This is not a scene, which is why you apparently remembered.”
Brighton’s chuckle came out strained from her tightness. “Totally.”
Kale and Brighton pistoned gently into her. Her G-spot was squished and over-stimulated because of it. She wanted to escape the erotic torment as much as she never wanted it to end. She embraced everything they did to her, unable to believe how remarkably good it made her feel inside and out.
She’d experienced triple penetration with them before, but Kale’s big erection made the liaison even more earth-shattering. Plus she had a man humping her hand.
Her crotch sweated against Brighton’s and from behind Kale’s balls tapped her bottom, his groin sticking to hers the longer they went. The sound of slapping flesh replaced the gentle taps the more rigorous the fucking became.
Raw pleasure gripped at her insides over the sheer delight of having Kale’s dick forging forward and back in her nerve-lined chute.
Her hot spot swelled as much as their cocks would allow. Brighton’s shaft battered into her sopping chann
el. His pelvic bone rubbed her clit faintly, but nowhere near enough to get off. It was maddening.
The head of David’s organ made her gag a couple of times when he got especially happy with ramming into her mouth, but he always slowed his tempo a bit when he heard her gagging.
She did her best to work Heath over, but distraction was the enemy that overpowered her. He fucked himself into her hand so she didn’t feel too bad since he was still using her body for his pleasure.
The friction in her holes burned so hot it raised sparks inside her.
David held the back of her head like a guide, but then transformed into a dictator as his hold became a demanding grip. The shift in mood excited her.
“Suck my cock, woman. That’s it. Suck me and don’t stop,” he grated. A ragged cry of pleasure resulted when she felt the sudden bulging of his dick. “Drink everything, Danielle.”
He burst, pulsing his hot, creamy release all over her tongue. She swallowed everything he gave her, surprised that drinking a man’s spunk wasn’t so bad. Kind of salty and warm.
The internal pressure from within her exploded like a volcano. David ejected from her mouth and her scream filled the air.
“That’s right, love. You scream and shake.” David pulled her head into his crotch so his empty sac absorbed her frantic scream of ecstasy.
Danielle’s holes locked down harder than she thought possible on the two pricks buried deep inside her.
“Fuck!” Kale growled.
Brighton cried out at the fierce spasms sucking the hell out of his cock. “Oh baby, you’re killing me!”
The brutal thrusts in her ass and cunt heightened her rapture and lengthened her overbearing orgasm. When the first one ended a second climax followed it and she sobbed.
Heath shot off in her hand. His splatters of creamy jism on her skin made her feel objectified in a way that was ultra-arousing.
Kale and Brighton came only seconds later, shocking the hell out of her sensitized sweet spot. She choked back a wanton scream, sounding helpless and strangled from the crushing grip of euphoria.
“Oh my God!” she sobbed again, surprised by her watery eyes.
She wasn’t sure if she was actually weeping or if the sheer magnitude of the pleasure had misted her eyes. All she knew was that her cunt rippled with soft waves in the aftermath and she couldn’t stop her womb from vibrating in remembrance, or her pussy from fluttering around the softening shaft that filled her.
“Are you okay, sugar?” Heath asked.
She nodded fervently evidently speechless. Her legs wobbled and her arms felt exerted, one from the use of strength and the other from prolonged extension and the simultaneous flexing of muscles while she’d held Heath’s moving cock in her hand.
Their bodies were coated in perspiration. She smelled the pungent musk of sex, the warm moistness of sweat mixed with various deodorants, and the exotic allure of their different colognes and her summery perfume.
She felt hot bodies sticking to her, deflating penises lingering in her like they weren’t going anywhere.
Most of all she was surrounded by the men she loved. All but one of them were there with her. The thought of how lucky she was to share this and every moment with them when she could have lost her life to Gavin recently flooded her eyes with tears. This time she knew it wasn’t sexual pleasure that had her eyes saturated. It was the precious moments with the men she loved who actually loved her back.
* * * *
Danielle sat outside in the McAlisters’ backyard around twilight. Kale and Brighton sat with her in fancy lawn chairs made from twisted branches with comfy cushions on them.
“I love this,” she said of her ring.
“I know,” Brighton agreed. “Nobody’s ever gotten me a ring before. I think Kale’s trying to tell us something. It’s almost like we belong to him.”
Kale smirked. “That was the point, pup.”
Brighton grinned. “Well, I’m down with that.”
Kale had given them each a beautiful silver band engraved as a symbol that they were his pets. Brighton’s said “Kale’s pup,” and Danielle’s said “Kale’s kitten.” There was a tiny heart after the inscription on both of their rings.
Brighton also had a collar from Kale to show that he was the man’s submissive. Kale wanted him to have a ring, too, and he gave her one as well since she was also his pet. She treasured the ring and submitting to him, but Brighton kept wiggling and acting antsy like he had a secret he was dying to tell her. Sometimes she got the feeling Kale would keep her as a pet, but had trained her to be a submissive for another Dom. She wondered whether David or Brighton was the one with secret Domination fantasies, though she couldn’t picture either of them doing that.
Kale kissed each of their heads before rising. “I should be getting back now.”
Brighton hopped up. “I’ll walk you to the door.”
“Thank you again,” she said when Kale kissed her hand.
“It was my pleasure,” Kale said. “I love you both.”
“We love you, too,” she said softly.
Brighton grinned. “Yeah, we do. Be right back, baby.”
He followed Kale into the house.
“I’ll be here,” she answered.
Almost as soon as they went inside, Chuck, the landscaper, walked up to her. “How goes it?”
She smiled, warming her hands with her hot mug of apple cider. “I’m doing good. How are you?”
“Not too bad. Mind if I sit with you a minute?”
“No. Go ahead.”
He sat. “They already put a ring on you, huh?”
She smiled down at her ring. “Yeah. This isn’t my engagement ring. It’s Kale’s gift to me to show that I’m his pet.”
Chuck grinned. “Ah, you’re one of those.”
She smiled, peeking down into her cider. “Yeah, I’m one of those.”
“Is this relationship with them the first time you’ve gone poly?”
“Yeah, it is.”
“Nice. I had a couple of women with me in bed before. It wasn’t anything to complain about.”
She snickered a little. “I don’t imagine most men would complain about that.”
He chortled. “It was something else.”
It was somewhat awkward to be discussing sexual appetites with her fiances’ servant, but Brighton was pretty open with them, so she supposed talking like this came second nature to Chuck.
“Sometimes I like to take a bitch over my knee and spank her,” he informed her for some reason.
“Oh, well, that’s always nice.” Danielle sipped her drink, wishing her men would come back. Chuck was friendly, but she felt embarrassed hearing about his sex life.
He winked at her. “I had a feeling you might like that.”
“Spankings are fun.”
Brighton, where the hell are you?
Chuck turned his head and looked at her with those royal-blue eyes, timbre turning low and husky. “Have you ever been with a woman?”
What business was it of his? She just looked at him, not knowing quite what to say.
A chuff of laughter came through his grin. “Sorry. I didn’t mean to pry. Brighton usually talks about his private life with me. I didn’t mean to make you uncomfortable.”
“I don’t usually go around telling everyone what I do in bed.”
“I understand. Forget I said it.” Chuck stood abruptly when someone came.
“Chuck, my man.” Obviously Brighton. “What is up?”
“I was just leaving.”
She heard a swatting sound as Chuck passed. Brighton had probably smacked him on the ass.
Turning her head, she saw Chuck smirk at him. “One of these days I’m just gonna tackle you in the lawn or drag you behind a rosebush and have my way with you.”
Brighton grinned. “Sorry, Chuck. I’m with Kale and Danielle now.”
“Don’t break my heart, Brighton,” Chuck joked.
“Sorry, buddy. You waited
too long to make your move.”
“It looks like I did. Have a good night.”
“Hey, man, same to you.”
The gardener left.
Brighton plopped down into the chair next to hers that Chuck had been sitting in. “Looking good, honey.”
“Thanks.”
“What’s wrong?”
“You don’t tell the servants about our private life, do you?”
He brushed a tendril of hair back from her face. “Of course not, baby. I know you wouldn’t want me to, so I don’t. I did with my exes, but that’s because I didn’t respect them.”
She snorted. “Lucky them.”
He smirked. “I mean, I treated them with respect, but I figured it was okay to tell Chuck and Siegfried about my sack sessions to keep them entertained. I knew I wasn’t gonna marry those girls, so it was all good.”
She smiled when he took her hand.
“But I always knew I wanted to marry you. You’re a shy girl, so I don’t tell them about our love life, but I totally would if you wanted me to.”
“I don’t, especially not Chuck.”
“Why not Chuck? He loves hearing about that stuff.”
She rolled her eyes. “He seems pretty fixated on your butt, too.”
Brighton cracked a lopsided grin. “He doesn’t mean anything by it. He’s all about the ladies.”
“He seems nice. I just don’t want anyone to hear about what we do in bed.”
“No worries, honey.” Brighton kissed the top of her hand. “It’ll stay just between you and me…and Kale and David and Heath.”
“I’ve got quite the collection, haven’t I? I love all of you, though.”
“I know you do. So you’ve got some spare men to your name. Who cares? What matters is that it’s what you want and we all feel loved.”
She knew he was right. She just wished she could stop worrying about what people outside of McKenna Downs thought about all this.
* * * *
The next day Danielle sat on the couch, perusing a bridal catalog, or at least that had been her intent if not for the comical distraction in front of her. Brighton stood there grinning smugly, his stance antsy as he couldn’t seem to contain himself.
