by Dakota Rebel
I leaned forward to kiss him, my calves pressed against his thighs as I pushed my tongue into his mouth. His fingers fisted in my hair, and he sighed into the kiss, his breath hot against me. After a few minutes, I couldn’t sit still on him anymore. I had to move, had to feel him sliding in and out of my aching pussy.
This was what my life had been missing. There was nothing to compare with the feel of Dean’s cock stretching my pussy. All of the masturbating in the world would never come close to this. All those nights alone in all of those hotel rooms, if I had just come to Michigan sooner maybe I could have had this for months.
Something cold and wet pressed against my ass, and I froze. I’d forgotten that there was another piece that was about to be played in this puzzle. I’d been so fixated on Dean that I’d momentarily forgotten there were two other men here for me as well.
A finger pushed past the tight ring of muscles in my ass then a second was added. The pressure was uncomfortable for a minute, but Dean started to move inside of me again, and any pain there might have been was washed away on a wave of pleasure. The fingers in my ass moved in tandem with Dean until I found myself bucking my hips against them both, wanting more, wanting to feel Nate’s cock in my ass, pressing against Dean’s through my body.
“Please take me,” I whimpered.
The fingers were removed and quickly replaced by the tip of Nate’s cock. He pushed firmly but gently until my muscles gave in to him and allowed him inside. Keeping his pace slow and steady, he pushed forward until he was completely encased inside me.
The feel of both of my holes being stretched was almost too much for my body to handle. I fell forward on Dean’s chest as I tried to keep from hyperventilating. Nate leaned over my back, kissing my neck, his tongue darting out to lick a line of sweat that was threatening to roll down my spine. We had frozen again. For a moment, I wanted to ask why no one was moving, then Nate groaned in my ear and I remembered that I was not the only one who was being stretched open.
I strained my neck to see what was happening behind me. Jasen leaned around Nate’s back and winked at me before placing a kiss on Nate’s shoulder. I shuddered as the scene played in my head, what we must look like. Me pressed between Nate and Dean while Jasen’s cock impaled Nate.
My pussy flooded at the vision, getting me wetter than I think I had ever been in my life. My muscles contracted, making Dean and Nate groan as their cocks were gripped inside of me.
“Oh my God, somebody move. Please,” I begged, my body aching with the need for release again.
Dean pushed in while Nate slid out, over and over again they moved so that one of them was always buried deep inside of my body. I felt their cocks rubbing against each other, a thin piece of skin the only thing separating them.
Nate cried out, his cock twitching in my ass as his rhythm faltered, and he came inside of me. He carefully pulled himself free then he and Jasen shifted so that they were laying next to Dean and I, Jasen still deep inside of him.
I watched Jasen fuck Nate, much harder than Nate had done to me. Their bodies slapped together from the force of it. Dean seemed to want to match their pace, his hips rocketing upward to slam inside of my pussy. His tip hit that sweet spot inside of me, and the world exploded. Stars burst behind my eyelids as I screamed, my muscles contracting and releasing around Dean’s cock that was still slamming inside of me. I collapsed on top of him, my arms too weak to hold myself up anymore.
Dean wrapped his arms around me, holding me as he continued to fuck me hard and fast. I wanted to help, but my body was spent. He still felt amazing, but there was no way I would come again.
Jasen cried out next to us, and Dean followed suit, screaming out my name as his seed pumped into me, his cock twitching so hard I could feel it deep in my channel.
Nate and Jasen helped me climb off of Dean and laid me down next to him before they collapsed around us. We all lay there, panting and smiling and looking at each other in amazement.
My body ached, but I was pretty sure I’d never felt better in my life. I was both exhausted and rejuvenated at the same time. After a few minutes of silence, I finally had to say something.
“I don’t suppose there’s a shower in this bar?”
“Actually there is,” Nate said, his voice a little hoarse from his exertion. “Come on, I’ll show you.”
He helped me to my feet. I looked down at Dean and Jasen who were still sprawled on the floor. Both grinned us. I shook my head then blew them both kisses before following Nate into a back room.
"This is…cozy," I said as I followed him into what looked like a small dorm room in the rear of the bar. There was a bed and a desk and a bathroom. It was cramped but looked comfortable enough.
"I stay here sometimes." He shrugged. "I'm working so much that I decided to put in a few amenities so I could just crash after long nights."
He walked over to a small dresser at the foot of the bed and got me towels and a clean men’s shirt I could wear when I got out. The shower felt almost as good as the sex had. I let the hot water beat on my shoulders for a few minutes before scrubbing quickly. I didn’t want to use all of the hot water in case any of the guys wanted to clean up as well.
I dried off and slipped on the button down. As I headed out the door, I caught sight of myself in the mirror and paused. My lips were swollen from kissing and going down on Dean. My hair was a tangled auburn mess, and I hadn’t bothered to wash it since all they had was regular soap. There were circles under my green eyes that made it look as if I hadn’t had a decent night sleep in months. Go figure, I thought to myself.
As I stared at my reflection, I couldn’t help wondering what the hell those three young, sexy men had seen in me. Was it desperation maybe? Did they think I was an easy target so they’d gone for it?
I didn’t want to believe that. They seemed like nice guys. But staring into the mirror at my old, tired face, I just couldn’t understand what it was about me that made them want me as badly as they seemed to.
When I went back to the small office that held the bathroom with the shower, Nate and Jasen were passed out on the small cot they had mentioned earlier. I leaned over and kissed both of their foreheads before heading back out into the bar and closing the door on them.
Chapter Four
Dean was sitting at the bar drinking a beer when I came out. He smiled at me, and it seemed so genuine. I really hoped I wasn’t just some easy conquest for him.
“Do you want one?” he asked, gesturing with his beer bottle.
“I’d love one.”
He leaned over and pulled a bottle of out of the cooler, opening it before handing it to me. Dean had put his jeans back on but hadn’t bothered with a shirt. He looked good enough to eat. Again.
“So,” he asked, turning to look at me. “What brings you to Jericho Falls?”
“I’m just passing through,” I said, playing with the label of my beer bottle.
“Where are you headed?”
“Nowhere in particular.” I shrugged, not wanting to meet his gaze.
“If you’re in trouble, we can help.”
“You’re sweet,” I said with a laugh. “But you can’t help me with this kind of trouble. I’d really rather not talk about it, if you don’t mind.”
“Sure.” He took another drink of his beer. “Are you tired?”
“Surprisingly, no. I actually feel great.”
He played with the wedding ring on my finger, and I didn’t pull away, even though I wanted to.
“When did your husband die?”
“Six months ago,” I whispered.
“Six months?” he repeated. “You said you hadn’t had sex in years.”
“That’s right.” I sighed. “My husband had…problems. We married when I graduated college. He was older than me, but I loved him. And he loved me. After a few years of pretty mediocre sex, he developed erectile dysfunction. He never wanted to talk about it, refused to get medical help, and eventually, stopped doing
anything sexual at all.”
“That must have been rough.” Dean thread his fingers through mine and squeezed my hand. “You must have really loved him to stay with him through that.”
“I did. Billy was my best friend.” A tear slid down my cheek, and I didn’t bother to wipe it away. I wasn’t ashamed to mourn my husband.
“How did he die?”
“He was killed.” I sighed. “Attacked by an animal. It was…it was awful.”
The memory washed over me before I could stop it. Kevin screaming about me belonging to him. His claws ripping through Billy’s chest. I just stood there screaming, useless, as that bastard tore my husband to shreds then turned on me.
“Are you all right?” Dean’s concerned voice brought me back to the present.
“Sorry.” I shook my head as if I could physically make the images go away. I pulled my hand away from his. “I can’t believe we’re stuck here.”
“Already itching to leave?” He smiled.
“I don’t like to feel trapped. Though if I have to be, I can’t think of a better place.”
“Jericho Falls is a great little town.” He nodded as if agreeing with me.
“I’m sure it is.” I laughed. “You and Nate and Jasen seem pretty close.”
“We grew up together. Nate and Jasen were always fruity for each other. I tried, but it just wasn’t my thing. They’re probably in love, but I don’t know if they’ll ever admit it.”
“What about you?” I slid him a sideways glance over my beer.
“What about me?”
“I find it hard to believe that someone as sexy as you doesn’t have a girlfriend.”
“I’ve had girlfriends,” he said slowly. “My last one was actually pretty serious. I was about two days from asking her to marry me when I found out she was cheating on me. That’s why Nate freaked out when he saw your wedding ring. He doesn’t care for cheaters very much.”
“I’m sorry.” I put my hand over his and squeezed it gently.
“It was a while ago. I’m fine now. On to better things.” His eyes darkened with heat, and I blushed.
“Come here,” he said, desire deepening his tone. He pulled me to my feet and into his arms, kissing me gently.
I followed him back to the pile of blankets and watched as he straightened them. When he was satisfied, he lay down and motioned for me to follow. I smiled as I dropped to my knees then sprawled out next to him.
Dean rolled onto his side and trailed his hand up my bare thighs. I hadn’t put my panties back on, and as he lifted the shirt, my auburn curls were revealed to him. His fingers dipped between my legs and parted my lips, his thumb rolling firm circles over my clit.
I arched into his touch, amazed that I could be aroused again so soon. It was shocking to me that he could want me, especially after seeing the mess I had become in the bathroom mirror. But the look on his face showed that he didn’t see what I had. His eyes were all sex and need. I didn’t understand, but I appreciated it.
“Should we do this without them?” I asked, my hand on his wrist to stop him for a minute. “I wouldn’t want any hurt feelings.”
“They’re fine with it,” Dean said, his lips pressed against my ear. “They have each other. As much as they like you and want you, they know I need you more.”
It sounded as if they’d talked about this happening. I didn’t know if I should be angry at the assumption I would want to continue with this—whatever this was—or glad they had taken the pressure off of me to decide.
Dean’s hand moved over mine, and he used it to slide my own fingers between my folds. He pressed his hand firmly against my digits, forcing me to play with my clit for him. I closed my eyes as the familiar pressure built in that small bud of nerves, but before I could come, Dean pulled my hand away, bringing my fingers to my lips and rubbing my own juices across my mouth.
Instinctively, my tongue darted out, tasting the sweet essence from my own body. That small act made me feel more wanton than I had when I had three men surrounding me. Dean rolled over me, his mouth pressing to mine as he fought to clean the rest of my juices from my lips and tongue. His cock was pressed hard between us showing that he had been enjoying himself as much as I had.
“You taste so good,” he murmured against my lips. His body slid down mine, trailing kisses over my breasts, my ribs, my stomach. Finally, his mouth found my pussy, and he thrust his tongue inside of me.
My hips bucked up into his face making him move up, the stubble on his chin scraping across my clit. I shuddered at the harsh feeling of it, and my fingers tangled in his hair, urging to him to stay where he was as I rubbed myself against him.
I looked down to see him gazing up at me, a smile playing across his lips as he let me writhe against his face. It felt too good to be embarrassed about the pleasure his chin was giving me. Over and over, I rubbed my sensitive clit over that stubbled skin until the climax tore through me.
He thrust two fingers inside my drenched pussy as I cried out his name, my orgasm making my muscles grip and release his insistent digits as he continued to finger fuck my cunt. I wanted him. I needed to feel his enormous cock inside of me again.
“Please,” I moaned, pulling at his arms to urge him back up my body.
“Please what?” he teased.
“Please fuck me.”
He climbed over me again, his hips forcing my thighs further apart as he positioned the tip of his erection against my opening. Very slowly, he pushed inside of me, entering me an inch at a time until he was finally fully encased inside my pussy.
“Jesus Jo, you’re so tight,” he growled into my ear.
“You’re fucking huge,” I replied honestly. I loved the way he filled me. I’d only ever had sex with two other men before my husband, and neither of them had come close to making me feel the way Dean was doing right then.
He started moving and my brain focused on pleasure and need and something that felt dangerously close to love. I forced myself to concentrate on the pleasure part, hoping to shove that other pesky emotion aside. Telling myself that I was just confusing lust with that other four letter word, I tried to relax into Dean and give my body over to the orgasm that was building in my muscles again.
“Are you okay?” he asked, pausing to look down at me, concern etched on his rugged features.
“Don’t stop,” I urged him. My legs wrapped around his hips, and I used my ankles to push down, trying to remind him that he was in the middle of something here.
“You’re awfully demanding for someone who hasn’t done this in a while,” he teased.
“Yeah, it’s been like an hour.”
“You know what I mean.”
“I don’t think I’ve ever asked for what I wanted before,” I admitted, clenching my muscles around his member. “You make me feel safe enough to do that.”
“I’m glad.” He leaned forward and kissed me gently. “I want to give you everything. You can trust me.”
“Promise?” The word came out choked as tears burned in my eyes. The emotion surprised me, but he didn’t say anything about my watery gaze.
“I promise.”
“Make love to me,” I whispered, swallowing hard in an attempt to force the emotions back into my gut.
Dean kissed me again as he pushed his hips forward. I sighed into his mouth, reveling in the feel of him sliding slowly but firmly in and out of my wet body. He kept his pace steady. Over and over again, he pressed his cock inside me, paused, then pulled back just to repeat the process.
I tilted my hips up, struggling to shift into a position that would allow his tip to find that sweet spot inside of me. My breath caught as he figured out what I was doing and turned his hip, his cock finding my button and applying quicker pressure against it.
My fingers clawed into his back as he sped up, pleasure becoming more important than timing. I felt the orgasm build inside my abdomen, the tightness spreading outward from my core until finally it burst, bringing my back off
the floor as I shuddered and screamed my release, my teeth sinking into Dean’s shoulder.
That bit of pain seemed to resonate for him as he came too, crying out as his cock twitched and spilled his seed deep inside of me. We lay together on the floor, our muscles jerking occasionally as we fought to catch our breath.
I hadn’t realized my eyes had closed until I opened them to see Dean grinning down at me. I smiled back lazily, my body spent, my muscles aching from exertion.
After a minute, Dean eased himself out of me and lay down on the blanket at my side, his hand playing across my stomach, which chose that moment to growl angrily.
He laughed as I blushed. I realized that I hadn’t finished my food earlier and my body was craving sustenance again.
“I’m sorry,” I said, mortified.
“Don’t be. Come on, we’ll find you something to eat. I should have asked when you got out of the shower. I noticed that you didn’t eat your burger, and I knew you’d showed up here starving.”
Dean helped me to my feet and I pulled down the shirt I had managed to keep on as he dragged his jeans back on. I watched them slide over his ass and felt an overwhelming urge to grab that flesh in my hands and sink my teeth into it.
Fuck, I was hungry.
I excused myself to the bathroom to clean up while he headed to the kitchen to find me food.
* * * *
The smell of deep-fried goodness permeated the air as I walked back out of the office into the main room. Through the little window behind the bar, I saw Dean standing at the fryer. I slid my feet into my shoes and walked into the little kitchen to see him.
He had baskets of fries, cheese sticks and mushrooms bubbling and another burger sizzling on the burner. I thought it was very brave of him to be around all that grease without a shirt on.
“I wasn’t sure what you’d want so I made a little of everything,” he said, grinning broadly at me. His chocolate brown eyes twinkled, and all I could think of was dessert.
What the hell was wrong with me? I’d gone from practically a virgin to borderline slut in the span of a few hours. It felt as if my body were trying to make up for lost time or something.
