It took her awhile to come down and by the time she opened her eyes, both Cannon and Ryder were naked. Cannon was still lying next to her. Ryder slowly climbed up her body to place his sheathed cock at the entrance of her pussy. He slowly pushed the head in, then stopped, letting her adjust. She gasped at the intrusion, but there was little resistance since she was drenched from the orgasm they had given her.
“That’s it, sugar. Let me in.”
Slowly, Ryder guided more and more into her until she stretched to the point of burning. My God, how big was he? She started to squirm and ask him to stop a minute, when Cannon diverted her with his fingers pulling on her nipples. She arched up when he pulled a little too far, and Ryder used the distraction to push further in, making the burn intensify and her muscles start to contract. Just when she was adjusting to his invasion, he started to pull back.
“Noooooo,” she moaned out, trying to tighten her pussy and keep him inside. She felt Ryder’s hands on her hips, stopping her from following him. She had already gathered he liked control in the bedroom from her previous spanking, but him holding her still, making her accept her pleasure without allowing her movement, was too much. She almost cried when he pulled out to the head of his cock, and then screamed in pleasure when he thrust back in to her cervix and Cannon twisted her nipple. The twin sensations rushed through her body and before she could scream again, Amber convulsed in another orgasm. Throughout the waves of pleasure, Ryder never varied his pace and kept thrusting evenly, extending her orgasm until she collapsed in a heap in Cannon’s arms and Ryder had reached his climax.
* * * *
“That’s my girl. Just enjoy,” Cannon told her, letting Ryder take his place. While Ryder brought Amber down from her orgasm, he quickly wrapped his cock with a condom. He leaned over her prone body and settled between her legs, doing nothing but leisurely licking the underside of her breasts, knowing her hardened nipples were getting too sensitive. Licking his way down her stomach, Cannon slowly came back up to see Amber open her eyes. He rocked his hips forward, placing his dick in the middle of her folds, using her juices to slide up and down over her clit. Seeing her eyes widen, he knew she was about to object.
“Cannon, I don’t think I can—”
“Trust me, darlin’, you can.”
“I’ve never had two in one night, let alone a third. I don’t want to disappoint you,” she whispered desperately, lowering her eyes to where Ryder’s hand was caressing her stomach with loving circles.
“Let me worry about that, darlin’,” Cannon told her as he slowly filled her cunt inch by inch. Once totally in, Cannon didn’t move. He gave Ryder a nod, signaling to Ryder what to do. He watched Ryder’s hand move down Amber’s stomach to her brown patch of hair where her button was plain to see, red and engorged from so much use. Knowing how sensitive it was, Ryder used subtle touches to awake her senses, and didn’t move even when he heard her utter, “Oh!”
“That’s it, darlin’, let Ryder make you horny again. Take his touch, Amber,” he ordered, realizing she couldn’t stop them because Ryder had taken both of her wrists in his and placed them above her head to keep her from interrupting his administrations.
“Move, Cannon, please,” Amber begged, straining upward into Ryder’s touch.
“A little more, Amber. Let Ryder get you there.”
“Please, Cannon, please! I’m there, just move!” Amber pleaded in desperation.
Cannon couldn’t hold back at the sound of her begging so he pulled out, plunging back in and upon hearing her beg for more, let himself go, thrusting hard until Amber screamed her third release of the night, knowing Ryder never let up on her pearl while she flew apart in their arms. Her cunt squeezed so tight on his cock, she sucked his cum right into the waiting condom until he thought it would burst and finally, they all crumpled to the rug in a satisfied heap.
Chapter Four
Amber awoke to beams of sunlight warming her skin and opened her eyes, blinking several times to adjust to the brightness of the room. Wasn’t it supposed to be cold in here? Her apartment was never warm enough in the winter, but a feeling of unknown satisfaction washed over her and she rolled over with a long stretch to submerge herself in the snug comforter. Her leg wasn’t sore this morning and she gave a low moan of contentment. She buried her face in the pillow and inhaled an intoxicating masculine smell. Something nagged at the back of her brain, but she tried to ignore it, sliding her hands under the pillow.
“Morning, darlin’.”
“Ahhhh!” Amber flipped over and sat straight up in bed to see Cannon in the doorway with two steaming cups of coffee. Not her bed, their bed! Giving another tiny yelp, she dropped back and pulled the covers over her head to provide her heart time to settle. Her body tingled as memories of last night slammed into her. Nothing had ever felt so good, but this morning brought new feelings, ones she wasn’t sure she could handle. Was she getting in over her head?
“We let you sleep in while we did a morning run of the ranch. You hungry? Ryder’s making breakfast, but I thought you could use a cup of coffee before you took a shower.” Amber felt the right side of the bed sink as Cannon sat down beside her. “Unless you want to stay in bed all day. I’m up for that, but thought you might be a little sore this morning.”
Amber peeked out from under the covers and felt a little peeved. It should be illegal for a man to look so good in the morning. Her eyes took in his flannel blue and white button-down shirt hugging his chest. Three buttons were open at the top, giving her a glimpse of the skin she had tasted last night. She couldn’t prevent her eyes from slipping lower to the waistband of his jeans, down his belt buckle, to the bulge of his package he didn’t bother to hide. Her gaze snapping up to his, she caught his look of amusement and went to bring the covers back up.
“No, you don’t.” Cannon laughed, pulling the sheets from her grasp and laying them atop her breasts. “Nothing to be embarrassed by. I’m always hard around you.”
“Um, w–what time is it?” Amber stuttered, not liking this morning-after feeling and not sure she wanted the conversation to go back in the direction her body obviously wanted it to go. She wasn’t sore, like he commented, but just a little well-used. Like muscles feel after a good workout.
“Almost nine. You mentioned last night that Tammy was opening the shop this morning. What time do you need to be there?”
More comfortable with the conversation turning to work, Amber scooted back toward the headboard, sitting up and tucking the sheets around her while seizing the proffered steaming mug. Taking a long sip, she hummed her appreciation. “It’s like swallowing sunshine.”
Cannon threw his head back and laughed. Amber smiled, taking in the sight of him so happy and relaxed. He was making this easy for her. Yes, Amber thought, I can do this.
* * * *
Days turned into weeks, the three of them falling into a schedule that revolved around her hours at the café, with Amber even hiring a high school student during the winter break at their urging. Sex was like a drug, and they ended up spending more time at the ranch than at her apartment. Amber’s limitations from her leg never seemed to be an issue, and if anything, their heartfelt concern made her feel cherished instead of a burden. Especially when Ryder’s hand reminded her numerous times! She confirmed that Ryder loved to control their lovemaking and Cannon let him, seeming to enjoy her responses to being at Ryder’s mercy and showing his voyeuristic tendencies. Both temperaments turned her on and she found she misbehaved on purpose at times just to feel the heat of Ryder’s hand and the tender security Cannon gave her afterwards.
The town kept quiet and didn’t press her for information like they usually did, making Amber grateful. Earl and Lou rarely mentioned Cannon and Ryder to her, keeping a semblance of balance to her life, and even Annabelle on their “chick-flick night” didn’t press for details. Annabelle headed back to the city the end of that weekend with Amber worried what awaited her friend at home, but knowing whatever the
outcome, Annabelle was strong enough to handle it.
Amber was so caught up in the whirlwind of things, she hadn’t realized the extent they had taken over until breakfast one Saturday morning when Cannon said, “Mom and Dad should arrive on Thursday.”
“That’s great. Are they driving in?” Ryder asked, taking a bite of bacon.
“Yes. They thought about flying, but with the airlines so backed up during the holidays, felt it best to just drive.” Cannon placed his coffee cup back on the table.
“Hopefully the storm they’re predicting holds off until next weekend. Wouldn’t want them to get caught up in the snow.”
“We’ll keep an eye on the weather channel and follow its route,” Cannon replied, swallowing a mouthful of pancake. “Mom’s looking forward to spending time with you, Amber. She’s hoping you can teach her how to make a cappuccino. She can never get the milk to foam the right way.”
Amber silently laid her fork on her plate, her appetite suddenly gone. Looking at both men through her lashes, it hit her like a slap in the face. Shit, what had she done? She fought the rising tide of old panic and attempted to control her racing heartbeat. Exhaling, she tried not to show any reaction as she took her napkin and wiped her trembling mouth.
“Sugar? You okay?” Ryder raised an eyebrow, giving her a questioning look.
“Of course. The conversation just reminded me that I need to go to the café a little early today.” Amber stood up, grabbed her plate, and headed over to the sink to avoid his prying eyes. Thankfully, she didn’t drop the plate. Her hands were shaking so badly, she curled them into fists as she turned around. “Cannon, want to give me that lift?”
The men traded looks and she hoped they would show a little leniency and just let her go. Amber needed to leave. Tears were threatening to overtake her and she refused to break down in front of them. How had she let this spiral out of control? This was supposed to be a short-lived affair, both sides taking what they wanted and walking away. Emotions were not supposed come into play and families were definitely off limits. When had the line been erased? She had let this happen, all caught up in the sex. She tried to convince herself that was all it was.
Cannon stood and used his legs to push his chair back, following her path to the sink. He took her hands and unclenched her fists, pulling them to his chest.
“Amber, if you’re nervous about meeting my mother, I promise you everything will be fine. She’s a very nice person.”
“I’m sure she is,” Amber murmured, sliding her hands down his chest and stepping around him. Using the excuse to grab his dishes so she wouldn’t have to look at either of the men, she walked over to the table and started to fill her hands while continuing, “But it’s probably not a good idea for me to spend time with her. We wouldn’t want to give the wrong impression.”
“And what impression would that be?” Cannon’s voice hardened, the first time she had ever heard him use that tone. She expected it from Ryder, but not Cannon. She looked at Ryder as she gathered up the dishes and saw that he had placed his silverware on the table and was sitting back in his chair, watching Cannon with that blank expression of his. She was afraid to glance back.
“You know what I’m talking about, Cannon. This isn’t long–term, and you shouldn’t be mean to your mom by making her think this is more serious than it is.” Walking with her hands full, Amber detoured around Cannon, who had yet to move from the middle of the kitchen. Placing the dishes on top of hers, Amber grabbed the dishtowel for something to do and pretended to wipe her hands, turning to face them. “Besides, with Christmas a week away, I’ll be busy with the coffee shop and won’t have a lot of spare time, which will give you plenty of alone time with your family.”
No sounds came from the kitchen except Cannon’s ragged breathing. Why weren’t they saying anything? This was what they had agreed on, right? They weren’t allowed to change the rules midway. She really needed to get out of here and was about to request again that they take her home when she felt Cannon’s hands on her face. Amber closed her eyes to soak up his warmth, knowing it was probably the last time he would touch her.
Cannon’s lips landed on hers and not in the gentle way she had come to expect from him. Pulling her closer, his tongue devoured her mouth, dueling with hers and running over her gums, teeth and lips. He tasted like coffee and syrup. She couldn’t get enough and thought greedily, one more time. One more time and she would walk away.
Amber went along with Cannon and when he picked her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist, knowing he would be careful of her right thigh. They were always careful with her. Never unlocking their lips, Cannon led her though the house to the bedroom and stood her by the end of the bed. She looked at the doorway but didn’t see Ryder. Where was he? She wanted this last time to be the three of them, but Cannon interfered with her vision when he removed her top, then worked on the rest of her clothes.
Amber didn’t say a word, afraid even the littlest sound would end the moment. She sprawled out on the bed and again, gave a quick glance at the door. Was he really not joining them? Cannon undressed and crawled up the length of her body to play with her breasts. But Amber wanted to be in control this time and was surprised when Cannon didn’t utter a protest when she turned him onto his back and crawled on top.
Slowly, Amber kissed and licked her way over his chest, taking time to play with his nipples and sneaking a hand down to his cock. As she laved her tongue over his nubs, alternating between the two, she stroked over his erection, always amazed by how satiny it was. How could something so soft have such a steel core? She dragged her hand over his head, utilizing the pre-cum to lubricate her hand and tightening her grip on the return trip down. Using her tongue, she licked her way down to his happy trail, following it to the treasure waiting in her hand. Looking at the purple head, she squeezed back up to get another drop of liquid, using her tongue to catch it before it fell. Instead of drawing him in her mouth, Amber used her other hand to massage his balls and lift them up to suck one in her mouth, using her tongue to manipulate the marble, knowing Cannon loved it when she played with his sac. Every moan he elicited sent shocks to her clitoris and she tried to rub it on her heel to relieve some of the pressure.
Amber jumped when she felt hands on her backside, but Ryder smoothed her with slow, leisurely strokes, silently urging her to continue what she was doing to Cannon. Grateful that he had finally joined them, and doubly grateful he didn’t talk to ruin their truce, she went to work on Cannon’s dick like she was starved, opening her legs wider to give Ryder more room. She bucked when his tongue slipped through her folds, but settled back down when all three got into a pattern that worked.
When she knew Cannon couldn’t take anymore, she released him with a pop and crawled up his body, making Ryder release his hold. Amber reached over for a condom in the pile by the bedside and hurriedly peeled it out of its package and rolled it down Cannon’s thick pole. Lifting up, she placed his tip at her entrance and with no warning, sank down with all her strength. Cannon yelled out and took a hold of her hips to stop her from pulling back up. Amber gave a grunt of disappointment and went to pull his hands away, when she felt Ryder’s hand in the middle of her back.
“Lean down, sugar,” Ryder commanded in a whisper, almost sounding afraid as her to burst the bubble that surrounded them. “Let this moment count and we’ll worry about everything later.”
Not really following his meaning, she let them pull her down anyway until she was flush with Cannon’s chest and their lips met, one of his arms enfolding her securely to him while the other held her head. So much like Ryder, she thought, trying to move her hips but not getting anywhere. Nothing surprised her more than when she felt something cold dribble down the crack of her ass where her anus was and she struggled to sit up.
“Shhhh, let Ryder prepare you. Let us take you together.”
Cannon kept his hold on her firm and she felt her pussy give a ripple at his words, obviously in agree
ment to what they had in mind. Her body always betrayed her. Her mind tried to play catch-up and very slowly, came to the same decision as her body. Why not enjoy everything they had to offer, right at this moment? Since she was walking away, at least she wouldn’t leave empty-handed, and these memories would keep her warm at night.
Amber felt Ryder rub the lubricant in lazy circles over her dark rosebud and stayed tense, waiting for the breach of his thumb. When he never even attempted to press through the entrance, her body relaxed and enjoyed the little bit of pressure he was creating. As a matter of fact, it was making her pussy swell around Cannon’s cock, making her want to rock her hips. Giving in to the sensation, they allowed her to move a little, letting her undulate her hips in tiny loops. Feeling herself move more freely because of how wet she was getting, Amber tried to move faster. She felt her rosebud relax, and Ryder pushed through her sphincter.
“Ohhhhh, my God, Ryder! Stop!” Amber grunted in alarm.
“Am I hurting you, Amber?” Ryder demanded, leaning down to bring his mouth next to her ear and sending vibrations down her neck. Amber tried to unscramble his words while processing the fullness he was creating back there, and wasn’t able to answer. “Amber, I’m not hurting you. Just let yourself feel.”
Using his thumb, Ryder rubbed her muscle ring until she felt it relax under his pressure. Around and around he went, rubbing and massaging her forbidden hole. The feeling was indescribable. Fullness, pressure, burning, and pleasure mingled together and all she wanted to do was move. Knowing Cannon held her to him so securely and understanding Ryder would exert his dominance unless she was truly in pain, Amber did the only thing she could. She accepted.
“That’s my girl. I’m going to pull out and use two fingers now, sugar. Just feel what I’m doing and let your body open.”
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