Dalton, Tymber - Hernando Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Dalton, Tymber

  She laughed. The sensible part of her brain finally won.

  The washtub was big enough for them both to sit in. She grabbed a washcloth and a bar of soap and started scrubbing him down as he sat, docile. She ladled water over his hair, mud sluicing down his face as it rinsed free. “You’re a mess, Mason.”

  “If I’m half as bad as you look, I reckon I am.” He playfully smiled.

  She laughed. “You don’t worry about me. I’ll clean you up. You’re in no condition to try to do anything yourself.”

  He pulled her to him, her legs wrapping around his waist. “I’d beg to differ with you there.” His cock stiffened against her, and she didn’t resist as he pulled her close for another deep, searing kiss.

  Katie felt her insides melting under the passion of his touch. Unable to take it any longer, she rocked her hips, trapping his cock until she settled fully on top of it with a soft sigh. She loved the feel of him sliding inside her wet, aching pussy, rubbing against her in a pleasant way.

  Two men together? At times like this, she didn’t care what the world thought. How could something that felt this good be ever possibly wrong?

  He moaned. “Darlin’, we can’t do this yet. We’re not married.”

  “Shut up, Mason. I’m not a virgin. You’ve teased me long enough.” She closed her eyes and rested her forehead against his shoulder as they settled into a slow rhythm, water in the tub sloshing against the sides as they moved. Every deliciously slow stroke rubbed her clit, pulling her closer to release.

  He stroked his fingers along her spine and nuzzled his lips against her ear. “Jesus, I love you, baby,” he whispered. “I can’t lose you. We will make it work. I promise.”

  His hard body perfectly hit her clit with every slow glide. “Good,” she gasped, “because I don’t want to lose either one of you.”

  Mason reached up and cupped one of her breasts with a calloused palm, the pad of his thumb brushing over her nipple. “You gonna make it for me like this, baby?”

  She nodded, already beyond speech as she felt a deep, warm glow start within her, soon roaring into bright life like the afternoon sun as her orgasm swelled from her clit and throughout her entire pussy, spreading to her whole body.

  “Oh, Katie, I feel you.” He moaned. “I can’t hold it much longer.”

  His cock drove inside her as she moved faster, harder, taking what she needed from him, her climax rolling through her like heat lighting. When she bit down on his shoulder to stifle her moan, he tightened his grip around her.

  “Yes! Give it to me, baby!”

  Holding on for dear life, she sobbed as her orgasm seemed to last forever, her muscles squeezing his cock until he couldn’t hold on any longer and his release joined hers. His hips bucked against her, water now spilling over the sides of the washtub as he cried out her name. Finally, once his throbbing subsided, they sank lower in the water and caught their breath.

  Joe’s soft laughter drew her attention. She looked up to see him standing there, shirtless. “That’s one way to get the mud off,” he teased.

  “It’s a fun way,” Mason muttered from beneath her.

  Katie sat up and finished ladling water over her head and Mason’s until she was satisfied they were clean. Joe pulled the plug on the drainpipe that led off the porch as Mason stood and held out a hand to Katie to help her from the tub. She wrapped a towel around herself and noticed Mason didn’t bother covering up.

  “What now?” Mason cautiously asked.

  She glanced at Joe, who nodded. She said, “I think Joe needs to get cleaned up. You and me will head to bed, and Joe can join us once he’s ready.” She leaned over and kissed Joe, carefully watching Mason’s reaction out of the corner of her eye.

  The fact that his cock stiffened again gave her hope that he truly wasn’t upset. Then Mason scooped her up in his arms and carried her to her bedroom, where he laid her on her bed. Slowly peeling the towel away from her, his eyes swept her body.

  “You’re beautiful,” he whispered, sounding sober now.

  She hesitantly smiled. “You don’t think less of me?” she asked, almost afraid to hear the answer.

  He solemnly shook his head. “Never.” With his lips, he traced a line from her mouth, down her chin, pausing in the hollow of her neck before traveling down her chests, to the gentle valley between her breasts.

  She plunged her fingers into his hair, wanting his mouth to latch on to her nipples, her clit, anything to ease the ache already building within her again.

  He continued lower, his tongue slowly circling her navel before teasingly moving south. He settled between her legs as his hands parted her mound of short curls. “I will never think less of you for loving us, Katie,” he whispered, his breath blowing across her clit and sending shivers through her body.

  As his hot mouth descended upon her clit, she arched her back and let out a soft cry of pleasure. This was real. This was happening.

  This was even better than all her weeks of dreams put together.

  He slowly explored her, his tongue laving up and down her folds, lapping up the juices now freely flowing from her body. His tongue slipped inside her wet cunt, fucking her with his tongue and doing things to her she never dreamed possible. Then he replaced his tongue with two fingers, slowly fucking her with them. His tongue flicked at her clit, driving her up and over the peak and making her explode with a gushing orgasm that made her cry out and sob with relief.

  But he didn’t stop. He hooked one hand around her thigh when she tried to ease away from him, resisting her efforts to push his head away when she thought the sensation was too much for her to take. Instead, he latched on to her swollen nub and sucked on it, forcing her to lay there and orgasm again and again until finally, she begged him to stop. When he did, she collapsed into a limp mound of boneless flesh on the bed, too spent to move.

  He sat up, a playful smile on his face. “How did that feel?”

  The look on his face made her laugh. “I never knew someone could be killed from pleasure, but I think you almost managed it.”

  He moved up the bed to lie next to her, taking her into his arms and holding her close. “Good. Because the two of us are going to keep you so tired you won’t ever even think about wanting to leave us.”

  She stared into his eyes. “Do you mean it?” she whispered.

  He laughed. “I certainly do. You ready for another demonstration?”

  “Not that.” She swallowed, trying to steel her nerves to say it. “Are you two really going to be okay sharing me?”

  His face grew serious. He kissed her again, slowly, tenderly, taking his time. “I love Joe. Not like that,” he quickly added. “But if there was ever a man I could share the woman I love with, it’s him.” He nuzzled her nose with his. “I won’t ever have to worry that you’re not being taken care of when I’m away. I’ll never again have to worry about you being left alone.”

  She hugged him tightly, surprised at the tears suddenly springing into her eyes. “I love you so much. Both of you. Please promise you won’t ever leave, no matter what.”

  He smiled. “That’s a promise I’ll be more than happy to swear to and keep.”

  She sat up and pushed him back down to the bed. There was something she’d been wanting to do, dreaming of doing. She knelt between his legs and cupped his heavy sac in her palms, his slack cock laying there like a beast in repose, waiting to awaken at any instant.

  She leaned in and blew on his shaft.

  One fully wide-awake beast rose to life, his cock quickly growing hard before her. She smiled up at him and enjoyed the playful look on his face as he laced his hands behind his head and looked down at her.

  Dipping her head between his legs, she slowly licked his sac first, which tightened under her touch as his cock grew even harder. She could see every rippling vein and fold of skin in the dim light. Then, starting at the base, she laved her tongue over his hot flesh, taking her time working her way to the tip where a pearly drop of
pre-cum had already beaded at the slit.

  He let out a soft moan. “Katie, please, don’t stop. Don’t keep me in this state.”

  “What state?” she playfully asked as she flicked out her tongue to scoop up the warm drop of salty juices she’d coaxed from him. It rolled down her tongue, the taste musky and sweet and tangy and firing her need once again.

  “Horny. Please take care of me.”

  “I will, Mason. I promise to take good care of both of you.” She engulfed just the tip of his cock with her lips, slowly sliding his foreskin back with her hand and running her tongue along his glans.

  He gasped before letting out a moan. She tasted more pre-cum and swallowed every drop as her lips and tongue massaged his member.

  She heard footsteps down the hall before sensing Joe in the doorway. He chuckled. “Mmm, that’s a beautiful sight.” She didn’t stop what she was doing as he walked across the room to the bed. She felt the bed shift behind her as Joe knelt on the mattress. Then his hands caressed her ass, stroking her rounded cheeks, his fingers pausing to brush against her mound.

  That made her moan with pleasure, which in turn drew another moan out of Mason.

  Joe chuckled. “Hmm, that’s an interesting reaction.” He stroked her again, making her moan around Mason’s cock again, and drawing yet another moan from his cousin.

  She started to lift her head from Mason’s cock, but Joe gently rested a hand on the top of her head, holding her in place. “No, I think I like seeing you just like that. Plus it gives me perfect access to do what I want.”

  She wondered what that was until she felt his lips and tongue between her legs, making her moan again. Every sound Joe pulled from her was echoed by Mason as the vibrations flowed from her throat to his cock. Joe licked and explored her pussy then drew her complete attention when he used his hands to hold her ass cheeks apart and his tongue slipped between them.

  Katie nearly came from the new sensation as he circled her virgin rosebud with his tongue.

  “Jesus,” Mason gasped. “What the hell are you doing to her, Joe? It sounds like you’re driving her out of her head!”

  He sat up and chuckled, making her whine at the loss. “Nothing compared to what I’m about to do to her.” She sensed him reach for something but kept her eyes closed as she slowly sucked Mason’s cock. Then she felt something cool and slippery on her rim, followed by one finger carefully massaging the tight hole.

  She shivered and spread her legs, giving Joe even better access to her ass. First one finger slipped inside her, then a second, nearly driving her out of her mind with need but not quite enough to push her over the edge. She desperately wished for a finger or tongue or even a cock to rub her clit and help her jump the final hurdle, but the men were content to keep her on the edge.

  Finally, Joe withdrew his fingers, and then she felt him change position. “Relax, baby. Breathe through it.” The hard head of his cock pressed against her ass, and she felt stretched, not sure if she could take it. Then Joe reached between her legs and lightly stroked her clit with his finger.

  She gasped around Mason’s cock. Joe didn’t tease her enough to make her orgasm, but the distraction from the stiff rod now plunging deep into her ass was enough to make her beg for them to make her come.

  Both men laughed. Once she felt Joe’s thighs pressing against her ass, he slowly withdrew before sliding deep inside her again. It was an exquisite, filling sensation, different from their cocks in her pussy, strange and yet as right as everything else they’d done to her.

  Then Joe reached around her and made her sit up against him. “Mason,” he hoarsely said, “I can’t hold it long. Let’s show this little lady who she belongs to.”

  “Gladly.” With a sinful smile, Mason slid into position between her legs and helped Joe lower her down until his cock was poised at the entrance to her gushing pussy. “You belong to us,” Mason said as he grabbed her hips and thrust up into her.

  She cried out with pleasure at the incredible fullness within her. Then they started moving together, slowly at first, gaining speed and thrusting harder until they found a seesaw rhythm that had both cocks slamming into her. Mason reached up and rolled her nipples between his fingers, while Joe’s fingers found her clit again.

  “Come for us, Katie,” Joe said, his voice deep and full of heat. “Show us who you belong to.”

  She cried out when her orgasm hit, the hardest she’d ever felt in her life, the pleasure-pain of the hard and fast fucking keeping her release rolling through her like a runaway coach. She sobbed as it didn’t stop, the explosion bouncing around inside her and taking away all will.

  “Yes!” she cried.

  “Who do you belong to?” Joe commanded. “Tell us. Say it.”

  “I belong to both of you,” she sobbed.

  “That’s it,” Mason encouraged as he grabbed her hips and thrust hard and deep up into her. “You belong to us and you’re never gonna leave us, are you?”

  “No!” she cried out.

  “We feel you, baby,” Joe said, his hands now around her waist as his balls slapped against her flesh with every stroke. “You can’t lie to us that you love this. We feel your pussy begging us for more, don’t we?”

  “Please don’t stop!” she begged. Despite worrying the pleasure might kill her, she never wanted it to end. It felt like her heart would burst from her chest.

  “Tell us what you want, Katie,” Mason ordered. “Tell us you want us to fuck you hard.”

  “Please…please fuck me.” She could barely gasp the words. Pleasure the likes of which she’d never felt before threatened to take her very breath away.

  “That’s our good girl,” Mason said. “I’m going to give you exactly what you want.” She felt his cock swell inside her cunt, triggering another orgasm in her. In her ass, Joe fucked her even harder, the whole bed now shaking with his efforts.

  “I’m going to come,” Joe said. “You’re going to be filled with us, and you’re going to wake up knowing you belong to us, aren’t you?”

  “Yes! Please, do it!”

  Both men cried out as their climaxes hit. She felt their hot seed flowing into her, filling her. Sobbing with relief, she collapsed on top of Mason as Joe dropped onto her, holding most of his weight off her with his arms. He kissed her spine, licking at the beads of sweat that had formed there as his cock slowly went soft inside her ass.

  Under her, Mason turned her face to his, kissing her tenderly, gently.

  Lovingly.

  They loved her. Both of them. A dream come true.

  She’d never be alone again.

  “Are you okay?” Joe softly asked.

  She laughed as Mason finally released her so she could look over her shoulder at Joe. “I’m worse than that.”

  His brow furrowed. “Worse?”

  She grinned. “I’m now officially spoiled. That was…that was incredible.”

  Both men smiled. Joe carefully untangled himself from her and she felt a wistful pang at the sensation of his cock withdrawing from her ass. She rolled off of Mason’s limp cock and landed on her back beside him on the bed. The insides of her thighs were coated with their hot, sticky juices.

  She briefly worried about getting pregnant before pushing that away. No room for melancholy tonight. If she hadn’t gotten pregnant in her years with Paul, it wasn’t very likely she’d get pregnant now.

  Joe disappeared for a moment, presumably to clean up. He reappeared a few moments later with a full pitcher of water and clean cloths. With ablutions done, she snuggled between her men.

  Her men.

  The strange thought felt oddly right and comfortable.

  Joe kissed her. “I love you, Katie,” he whispered. “We’ll take care of you better than any woman’s ever known.”

  “I love you, too.”

  Mason kissed her next. “I love you, too, Katie.” He added, “I promise this will work.”

  She nodded and kissed him back. “I love you, too. And I b
elieve you.”

  With both men looking happier than she’d ever seen them, and her own soul feeling lighter than it had in a long time, she drifted off to sleep in their arms.

  Chapter Eleven

  The next morning Katie stretched, a smile on her face as she felt the men’s firm bodies tightly nestled along either side of her. She rolled to her side, her pleasantly aching butt pressing against Mason, her forehead tucked against Joe’s shoulder.

  Joe kissed her forehead. “How you feeling, sweetheart?”

  She smiled. “Good. Real good.”

  Mason nuzzled the back of her neck. “Too bad my head doesn’t feel good.”

  “That’s your own dang fault,” Joe chided. “You’re getting too old to drink like that. Lucky for you it’s Saturday, and you don’t have to ride into town.”

  Mason groaned as he rubbed his forehead. “Lucky me.”

  Katie started to say something when she realized how high the sun sat in the sky outside. “Oh, no!” She sat up and tried to climb over Joe.

  “Whoa, where are you going?” Joe gently grabbed her wrist and pulled her down to him.

  “I’ve got to get cleaned up and dressed! I’ve got Mrs. Paisley coming in at ten for a fitting!”

  Joe released her after a quick peck on the lips. “Go on, sweetie. Don’t worry about making us breakfast. I’ll get dressed and take you in.”

  Mason slowly rolled to a sitting position. “If I can make the world stop spinning, I’ll go tell the guys to get the buggy and a horse ready.”

  Katie gave him a quick kiss in passing as she headed for the bedroom door. “Thank you, Mase.”

  With a heart that felt lighter than it had since before Paul’s death, she quickly washed up and dressed. By the time she returned to the kitchen, Joe had dressed and made her a biscuit with strawberry preserves to eat on the ride in. They should make it to the shop with about twenty minutes to spare.

  During the trip to town, Joe kept his arm draped around her shoulders. She enjoyed finally being able to cuddle with him without guilt eating at her. And if she wiggled just right, she felt reminders of the night before in the slightly achy, yet pleasant twinges in her ass.