by J. M. Madden
The Italian ran a thumb down her cheek, then on down to the V of her overalls. As crazy as it was, Violet prayed he would continue on down to her nipples. They were beaded as hard as they could be and absolutely screaming for attention. She must have made some movement or sound because his fingertip slipped inside the collar of her t-shirt, then inside the cup of her bra. But he stopped there. Growling in frustration, Violet shifted her chest up, trying to get him to touch her but his finger retreated, leaving her hungry.
The shock of not being fulfilled was enough to jerk her out of the fog of wanting she found herself in. What the hell was she doing? She didn’t know either one of these men, yet she was on the verge of doing something she might seriously regret.
But then it may also be something you will cherish the rest of your life. The demand might be satisfied.
The night with Jack flashed in her brain. On the spur of the moment she had accepted an invitation for a night out from a city man who had been in town for business. It had turned out to be one of the best of her life. Jack had treated her as if she were priceless porcelain. He didn’t care that her hands were rough and red from scrubbing or that her dress was hopelessly outdated. They talked about things that Violet had no experience with but had always wondered about. And when he asked her back to his hotel room Violet had not hesitated in saying yes. Jack had been the most interesting man she had ever met and he had given her the most wonderful night of her life. Even when he’d professed to generally enjoy men more than women she hadn’t cared because he’d taken care of her so beautifully.
If these men were his friends that could only be good, right?
Indecision must have shown on her face because the Italian pulled back and took his hands completely off her body. He even stepped back a foot to give her some breathing space.
“What is it, amore? What do you need?” he asked softly.
Violet tried to organize her thoughts. She had no idea who these men were, or why they were here. Or where they came from.
She must have voiced these concerns out loud because the man standing in front of her nodded in understanding.
“My name is Alessandro. My partner’s name is Rory.” Here his eyes drifted to Rory, standing a few feet behind him. “I promise you we wish you no harm. We did not come here planning on … pleasure, but we will make sure you are taken care of if you wish to participate.”
Wickedly twinkling eyes teased her. “Or you may just watch.”
Violet was absolutely floored when he turned and went into the other man’s open arms. The big man, Rory, had to bend down several inches to reach Alessandro’s waiting lips. But once he got there, man, what a show. The two men worked at each other’s mouths as if they could not get enough of each other. And maybe they couldn’t. Violet had nothing against alternative lifestyles and had secretly wondered what it would be like to be with two men at once. Presumably it would depend upon the situation. If it were two gay men allowing a female in, the male’s relationship would probably take precedence. If it were two straight men pleasuring a woman, the male-female interaction would take precedence. Right?
These two had been together before. Violet had given no extra thought to the word partner when Alessandro had used it earlier, but it had more meaning now. Maybe they were partners.
Whatever they were they were making her horny as hell.
Alessandro rubbed his right hand along his partner’s ribcage, teasing back and forth over his nipple. His left hand was hidden between their two bodies and Violet had a feeling he was rubbing Rory’s groin. All the while Rory kissed Alessandro’s face, from eyelids to chin. It was actually sweet in the fact that the affection the two shared was very apparent. They weren’t just doing this to shock her, she didn’t believe. They actually cared about each other.
The play of muscles moving against Alessandro’s dress shirt fascinated her. It was obvious he worked hard at keeping himself in shape. He probably had to to keep up with Rory.
They turned suddenly and Alessandro shoved Rory back into the counter. The old, heavy oak piece shuddered with the force of the strike, but the aggression seemed to feed the two men. Rory clutched at Alessandro’s ass and the Italian complied by pumping forcefully into Rory’s erection. Then his fingers began working down the giant’s chest, slipping buttons free of their holes.
Violet’s eyes were transfixed. She could not have looked away if a bomb had gone off in the shop.
Slowly a fiery mat of hair was revealed, covering a bulging chest. Tension knotted his pectoral muscles as he continued to clutch at Alessandro’s ass.
Violet felt her own muscles tighten in expectation the closer the Italian got to the bulge behind his partner’s waistband. Finally one button was left. Violet was practically quivering and her mouth was salivating. Going down on a man was one of her greatest joys. One she didn’t get to do enough of.
And now, as they hesitated over that last button, Violet found that she wanted to participate. It didn’t matter that she did not know these men at all. Her eyes were on the candy that was just about to be revealed.
Alessandro glanced at her out of the corner of his eye as if making sure he had her interest, then slowly sank to his knees in front of the giant. The position put him directly at eye level with his crotch and Violet watched in rapt fascination as he released the final shirt button, jerking the belt buckle out of the way. Rory tilted his head up to the ceiling and clenched the edges of the counter in punishing fists. Violet could only assume his eyes were closed in bliss, because they were still hidden by the amber glasses.
Alessandro pushed the ends of the belt out of the way and unbuttoned the single pants button, before letting his hands lower. For the first time Violet could see the head of Rory’s cock. Weeping a giant rolling tear, it was flushed a hectic purple and flexing. Violet did not understand how something that big crammed under the waistband of his pants couldn’t hurt. It had to hurt.
Reaching out, Alessandro slowly drew the zipper down, releasing the pressure. Slipping his hands inside, he pushed Rory’s suit pants down over his ass. They dropped to the ground unimpeded. Left standing in his brilliantly colored maroon briefs, massive erection straining, exposed to a woman he had never met before, Rory seemed completely at ease. Eager even.
Violet dragged her clammy hands over her overalls trying to wipe the sweat away. Inhaling sharply, she tried to calm her racing heart. Morbid fascination teased at her. How far would they go? What else were they going to do?
Should she leave? Give them privacy?
Or join in?
Violet felt barraged by insecurities. As titillating and erotic as this was, she felt guilty at taking advantage of the show. Obviously they enjoyed it or they wouldn’t be doing it, but still. Anxiety about her own body was at the forefront of her mind as well. She was not a very feminine woman. Seriously. She worked on cars for a living. She had more muscles than curves, and had only ever appealed to a certain demographic of the population. The ones that thought a beer and a trip to the local tractor pull was a good enough date for any tomboy. Violet winced as she thought of all the ridiculous men she had wasted her time on.
For once in her life she wanted to break out of the mold she had been pushed into and experience something different.
Bringing her attention back to the men before her, she saw that Alessandro was playing his hand over Rory’s cock, sliding up and down, back and forth. Reaching under, he gave his balls a painful looking squeeze but Rory moaned in appreciation. Slicking his finger over top of the weeping head, Alessandro leaned forward and began nibbling kisses up the underside of his cock. Rory’s massive tree-trunk sized thighs quivered until he braced them by locking his knees.
Violet was shocked, yet turned on. It was the middle of the day. She was in her grandfather’s shop watching one man get blown by another. The invitation had been issued for her to join them, yet she wavered. What if they laughed when they saw her naked? These appeared to be worldly men used to
finer things. They didn’t appear to be having any problems right now though.
Alessandro had finally engulfed the head of Rory’s cock in his mouth and bobbed up and down slowly. Each time he went down he worked his lips a little farther. They were already stretched as wide as they could go she could tell, but he kept trying.
Pulling away suddenly for a breath of air, he sat back on his haunches. When he grinned Violet was sure he was laughing at how flushed and sweaty she knew her face had to be. But it couldn’t be helped. She was seriously turned on. Almost on the verge of panting even.
Rory was breathing deeply, still with his head tilted back. He was just rolling his head forward when Alessandro fisted him again and swooped in with his lips. A rough rumble filled the shop and Violet realized it was Rory groaning. The sound was so…visceral, so primal. Without meaning to Violet found herself just a couple of feet away from the two men.
Alessandro rolled his dark hazel eyes up to her, smiling around the cock in his mouth. His eyes danced. Somehow Violet knew he was inviting her to share.
It was an invitation she could no longer refuse.
Reaching out, she ran her blunt tipped finger down the cobbled contours of Rory’s clenched stomach. The skin fluttered under her touch and Violet realized he was ticklish there. It seemed incongruous that a man this massively built was ticklish. Dragging her fingers farther, she followed the crease of his hip down to the nest of dark auburn hair surrounding his cock. There were little whorls of hair here where several combined into one heavier curl. Straightening them gently, she twirled her fingers in the springy cloud before inching them down slowly to cup his scrotum. Alessandro was still working his dick. Violet tried to squeeze in time to his thrusting mouth but she became too distracted. Her mouth watered at the thought of teasing them with her mouth.
She could no longer deny herself.
Alessandro pulled off Rory’s dick when she dropped down beside him. Apparently the need was written all over her face because he shifted to the side, allowing her room to maneuver. He smiled encouragingly even as he ran a hand down Rory’s thigh.
“Don’t worry, bella. You will be taken care of. Just enjoy yourself. Pleasure yourself.”
Violet took him at his word and swooped down onto the cock still glistening from his mouth. The wonderful burst of flavors on her tongue made her squirm. There was the salty sweet taste that must be Rory and a slightly minty taste that must have been from Alessandro’s mouth. Violet pulled back for a moment and swallowed, savoring the flavors, licking her lips.
Peripherally she was aware of Alessandro tugging at her overalls but she did not allow his movements to interfere with hers. Shifting forward again, she began nibbling her way down Rory’s impressive length. He was as hard as the oak counter he still leaned against. Reaching the softly ruched skin of his scrotum she stretched out her tongue. With the first wet touch his testicles began drawing up closer to his body. Angling her head, Violet carefully tugged on one, drawing it away from his body. She felt a vibration through her lips and realized he was groaning.
Reaching down, she was surprised to find her overalls gone and her jeans unsnapped. Unzipping them all the way she plunged her left hand inside her soaked cotton panties and into the wetness beyond. Her fingers slipped easily inside even as she reared back and once again took Rory’s heavy cock into her mouth. He had dried in the few moments she had been away and Violet licked up and down, making him twitch. Compressing her lips, she came down hard on the head of his penis. The tightness was supposed to simulate the tightness of a woman and it apparently worked. A heavy hand came down on her head, holding her mouth in place. Violet fought not to breathe as he pushed himself beyond her tongue, hitting the back of her throat and holding her there for several long seconds. Violet’s finger worked furiously on her clit. She was more aroused right now than she could ever remember being. Climax danced just a few seconds away when he released her and let her take a breath. Gasping, Violet forced her finger to still. This was going to be an easy come and she wanted to put it off for a bit.
Once she’d restored her oxygen level she set to work on his dick again. Using her hand to make up the distance her mouth could not she bobbed and squeezed. Despite his incredible size and reserve the heavy muscles in his thighs began to twitch. His hips began moving involuntarily in time to her movements and she knew orgasm was not far away for him.
Rory was also aware of that fact. He pulled out of her mouth.
“Shit,” he mumbled, wiping a hand across his sweating brow. The anonymous shades were still in place and Violet thought it was sexy as hell she didn’t even know what his eyes looked like. From the position of his head she knew he was looking at her, but she had no idea what he was thinking. Tilting his head up, she knew he looked at Alessandro.
The Italian was standing directly behind her and Violet was surprised to see he was completely dressed. An erection strained his pleated slacks but he was still composed. A spew of Italian flew from his mouth to the giant, with the big man tersely nodding once.
“Bella, we would retire to a…uh, more hospitable environment for our pleasure. Upstairs, perhaps?”
Immediately a brilliant wash of color flooded her face, making her feel faint. Mortification overwhelmed every other feeling. Of course, how could she forget? She was on the floor of a dirty garage office. She would have continued if they had let her with no regrets.
The tangle of clothing around her legs gave her an excuse to look away from the two men. Out of the corner of her eye she saw Rory tuck himself into his slacks and she felt regret. She knew she should use this interruption to put a halt to the crazy series of events that had taken place but she didn’t want to.
Did she dare take them upstairs?
For several prolonged moments she debated what to do. Her head was trying to tell her what was practical and should be done. But her body was positively throbbing, demanding satisfaction. It had been four years since her need had almost been completely quenched.
But that had been one night.
Straightening, she looked from one man to the other, weighing her options.
“Follow me,” she said quietly.
Chapter Two
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CIRCLING THE COUNTER, she went through the stairway door across the room. Years ago the upstairs room had been parts storage. When Grandad died, she had run herself ragged running from the shop to her house in Whalen, almost an hour away. So she converted the space into a small apartment. It wasn’t incredibly big, but she had spent the money to make it comfortable. The living room had a plush couch and recliner and the kitchen had every cooking device she could imagine using. Passing through the two, she headed straight to the back and her bedroom. Without giving herself time to think, she stripped off her heavy boots and overalls, tossing them in the corner. When she looked up, Alessandro and Rory were both standing just inside the door, watching. Once again Violet felt heat spread over her face. They probably thought she was easy or something.
“I don’t normally do this,” she found herself saying.
With a gentle smile Alessandro stepped forward with his hands out. Violet clutched his when he was close enough. Why did she feel like she knew him?
“We do no’ think you are like this all the time, bella. We know you are a good girl. But you are in a backwoods town with little to choose from, no?”
Violet agreed by nodding her head, reassured that they did not think she was a harlot.
“It’s been four years,” she found herself telling him, “since that night with Jack.”
“Oh, bella,” Alessandro wrapped her in his strong arms and Violet found herself resting her head against his chest. “There have been no other men since then?”
Violet rocked her head back and forth against his chest. There had been dates of course, but no actual sleeping together. Even the dating had dwindled to nothing recently because she always found the men lacking.
Several times she had gone up to
the bars in Lexington to try to expand her horizons, but she always chickened out when it came to getting down and dirty. She had felt like she was cheating when she went out.
She wasn’t going to chicken out this time. She had been waiting for these men to come back for several long, dry years.
Alessandro must have felt her determination because he tipped her chin up with his finger and brought his mouth down to hers. Violet closed her eyes to enjoy the sensation. The man was an expert kisser, nibbling here, tugging there. Once again she felt the fire in her belly begin to build. Clasping her head in his hand, he tipped her face to the side and invaded her mouth with his tongue. Shock roared through Violet at the way he manipulated her own body and she gave herself up to him. Happily. Enthusiastically.
For several long minutes all he did was kiss her. And it was enough for Violet. It was good to slow down a bit. He worked his way down her neck then nibbled across her collar bone, causing goosebumps to race across her skin. Violet gasped as his finger slipped under the collar of her V-neck t-shirt, toying with the cup of her bra. With gritty determination she made herself stand still, though her body was screaming at her to make him touch her nipple. Shift just a bit. Please.
But he didn’t. Drawing his finger away, he pulled back enough to smile down into her face.
“Ah, bella. You enchant me. I wish we had known what was going to happen, because we would have been more prepared. Wine, roses, jewelry—something, to try to compare to you.”
Violet felt warmth wash over her that had nothing to do with sex. When was the last time a man had told her anything like that? If ever?
Four years ago when Jack had told her he had to leave and had asked her to leave with him. He had been very careful to clarify that he couldn’t be counted on for a long-term relationship but he knew others that could.
Grandad had been sick at the time and she was in the process of taking over the shop. There had been no way on earth she could have left him in a nursing home. Jack had seemed to understand that.
