Ducking Ugly: a Menage Ugly Duckling Story (Stud Ranch Standalone)

by Stasia Black

  So when Mack’s rough cheek scraped against Liam’s as he ate at Calla, Liam barely even flinched. No way was he giving up his ground.

  That was when he heard a wet slurping noise. He blinked and looked Mack’s direction. His face was so close it was hard to even see what he was doing. He could just make out Mack’s tongue before it plunged into Calla’s wet opening. While Liam was sucking her clitoris.

  Liam was about to draw back and tell him to move the fuck off but Calla’s hands lifted to grip the backs of Liam’s thighs that were braced on either side of her head. She groaned a long, low rumble around Liam’s dick.

  Fuuuuuuuuuck. That was— Jaysus Christ, maybe she’d just been pretending to be an amateur at all this. Because that felt like a fucking pro move.

  Mack repositioned his head so he was eating Calla out so close to Liam that again, their cheeks grazed one another.

  It was just because he didn’t want Mack to have control over Calla’s pussy that he didn’t pull away at the repeated contact. That was all. It didn’t have anything to do with the way his groin tightened every time their faces brushed.

  If Mack thought he could intimidate Liam with a game of chicken—seeing which of them would pull away first the nearer their faces got—Liam would just show him. Liam couldn’t count the number of men he’d been with in his life. His preference usually ran to women, it was true, but there’d been more than a handful over the years to break up the monotony.

  Liam tilted his head sideways and then licked down the inch and a half from Calla’s clit to where Mack was tonguing her sex. Liam didn’t pull away when his tongue made contact with Mack’s.

  Mack jerked back and Liam buried his grin of satisfaction by shoving his own tongue up Calla’s opening.

  Liam thought that would be it.

  Surely Mack would back off now.

  Or… not. Because the next second Mack moved his face even closer and his tongue clashed with Liam’s, tangling as they both tried to get at Calla’s slit.

  Fuck.

  Fucking fuck.

  Liam’s breath got shorter and shorter the more he battled Mack’s tongue to drive in Calla’s cunt. The way they were angled, mouth’s fighting it out over the same hole… it was almost like they were…

  Kissing.

  Liam’s stomach tightened and he shut his eyes hard. But fuck, when he thrust his tongue forward and felt Mack’s mouth kissing and slurping, he—Jaysus Christ but that felt. So. Goddamned. Good.

  And when Mack grabbed the back of Liam’s head, urging him back up to Calla’s clit, Liam didn’t fight it. Mack didn’t let up his grip, though. He kept a firm hold on Liam’s neck, pulling him back so that they took turns licking and sucking on Calla’s clit. Mack directed it all, pushing Liam’s head into position and yanking him back when he wanted his own turn.

  Taking turns was good. Far better than his mouth being so fucking close to Mack’s.

  They repeated the move until Calla’s legs shook crazily, the little whimpers coming from her throat growing louder and louder.

  “She’s almost there,” Mack murmured, then he dug his fingers in the back of Liam’s short hair and dragged him down at the same time shoving his own face into Calla’s pussy. The sides of their faces cemented together and Christ, when Mack’s tongue darted in and out of his mouth to lathe at Calla’s clit, it felt— Shite, that was so fucking hot—

  Liam abandoned himself to it. He didn’t flinch when his tongue touched Mack’s. And when the tip of Mack’s tongue accidently encountered the tip of his, he lost it.

  He pulled his hips back from Calla’s mouth because fuck— He was gonna—

  He reached his hand down and jerked at his cock while he and Mack kept up their assault on Calla’s slick flesh. Mack’s tongue touched his again and again and—

  “Jaysus.” He jacked himself even faster and his orgasm hit so hard it felt like an electrical jolt slammed into the bottom of his spine. His tongue stuttered but Mack just seemed to go even crazier, his grip on the back of Liam’s neck never letting up. He was French kissing Liam and Calla’s cunt at the same time.

  Liam grunted hoarsely as cum pumped out of his cock and sprayed all over Calla’s tits. Once. Twice. Fecking Christ.

  His hand stayed on his half-hard cock and he rubbed it in the slick trail he’d made between Calla’s breasts. He pinched her nipple and exhaled into her pussy.

  When Mack’s hands came to his shoulder to shift him off to the side, Liam didn’t have any strength to fight him. He fell sideways onto the bed and watched with a sort of haze over his eyes as Mack kept eating Calla out for several more long moments until she was quivering again and her cries reached a high-pitched fervor.

  Jaysus, she was about to come. Again. It had been so long since he’d been with a woman even half as unfettered with her pleasure.

  His hand still on his cock started stroking even though there was no way he could go again any time soon. As he watched Mack crawl up over Calla’s body, his cock stirred back to life. Well Jaysus, if they kept this up, maybe he’d be back at full mast sooner than he thought possible.

  He was so lost in the idea of trying to come again, he missed Mack’s intention until he heard him ask, “You ready?”

  Ready for what? Shite. Liam tried to scramble to shove Mack off. “No, wait, she’s a—”

  But it was already too late. Mack jerked his hips forward and he thrust his condom-covered cock into Calla’s sopping pussy with one quick push.

  Chapter 12

  CALLA

  Oh God. Mack was inside her. That pressure deep inside her was his cock. She was having sex. She was actually having sex. With Mackenzie.

  “Get off her, she’s a fucking virgin,” Liam yelled, shoving at Mack.

  Mack’s eyes shot to her and widened in sudden horror.

  “No, don’t,” she said.

  “You heard her,” Liam said. “She said fucking no.”

  “No!” Calla wrapped her legs around Mack’s waist when she felt him withdrawing. “Don’t go.”

  Mack’s cock pulsed inside her and her eyes dropped shut as she tried to memorize the feeling. Being stretched like that—God, she didn’t even know how to describe it. It didn’t hurt. She’d expected there to be pain. But there was the slightest pinch as Mack’s cock pushed in. How big was he? As big as Liam? Liam had felt huge in her hand and even bigger in her mouth.

  God, she’d had Liam O’Neill’s cock in her mouth. He’d been so hard. Like, obviously he was hard. She wasn’t that dumb about sex. She’d even watched porn a couple times out of curiosity. But in the videos she’d seen the sex had been rough. Nothing like the exquisite care Mack and Liam had taken when their mouths were both on her driving her to the edge of sanity. She shuddered both at the memory and the way Mack’s cock felt inside her when he slid out a little further and then pushed in again.

  “Are you okay, Calla?” Liam asked, his voice concerned.

  Calla swallowed and reached out a hand for him. Liam clasped her fingers and came close so that his face was only inches away. It felt like the most natural thing in the world to prop herself up on her elbow so she could kiss him. She wrapped her arm around his neck and pulled him down with her when she lay back.

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” Mack said, his tone gentler than it had been all night. “You’re doing so good. Do you know how good it feels to be inside you? I’ve never felt anything so fucking good.” He hissed through his teeth as he pulled out and then slowly pushed back in. Achingly slowly.

  His groin made the barest contact with her clit as he moved and she shifted restlessly against him. Nice that he was being a gentleman and all, but dammit, she needed him to move.

  “I’m okay,” she said, breaking from Liam’s kiss to look at Mack. “You’re not hurting me.”

  Mack’s face was ruddy with color and she saw a vein straining at his neck. Calla reached out and traced it with her finger. “I’m not going to break.”

  “We kn
ow,” Liam dropped down to kiss her deep again. “You’re our strong girl.”

  Our.

  Why did her blood race at hearing him say that? Theirs. She wanted to be theirs. God, she hadn’t even known such a thing was an option, but now that she’d glimpsed it, she wanted it bad.

  Which was ridiculous. This was just one night. They were obviously so much more experienced than her. If she had any space left in her head to question things, she’d probably be freaking the hell out right now. Two guys at once? She didn’t even know people did that.

  But it had just felt so natural when they were both at her door. They’d looked at each other and apparently shared some unspoken signal because the next thing she’d known, they were both kissing her and she was shoving down the straps on her dress.

  “Does me fucking you feel good?” Mack asked, his hips shoving up against her pelvis.

  Liam let up from kissing her long enough for her to nod and manage a shaky, “Yes.”

  “I can make it feel even better,” Liam said, blue eyes flashing. He snaked a hand down between her and Mackenzie’s body until his middle finger was strumming her right where they’d had their mouths earlier.

  “Oh,” she gasped, one hand clutching Liam’s shoulder, the other holding onto Mack. Mack leaned down and kissed her. Gentle at first. And then harder and harder as the rhythm of his thrusts picked up.

  “She’s so fuckin’ tight,” Mack murmured.

  “I bet she is,” Liam responded. “Is she clenching on you?”

  “You have no fuckin’ idea.” Mack twisted his hips, grinding into her and bearing down on Liam’s hand between them. Did Mack feel him there? When he slid his cock out, did Liam’s hand brush his length? Why the hell was that thought so arousing?

  Mack’s tongue thrust deep in her mouth, echoing the movements of his hips. Oh God, she’d never— She didn’t know it would feel so—

  Her eyes squeezed shut as her back arched into Mack’s chest. Oh God, it was hitting. So much deeper and harder than before. Her toes curled and she buried her hand in Liam’s hair as he swooped down, sucking on her neck while Mack kissed her.

  Her high-pitched cry pierced the air as the blinding wave inside her went up.

  Up.

  Up.

  UP.

  And then all the weight of gathered pressure released in one heart-stopping crash of pleasure. Like every ounce of her being was fulfilling its purpose perfectly, stretching out to the edges of her toes and out to her fingertips as she hovered at the apex for—one heartbeat. Two heartbeats. Three—

  And then the breath swooshed out of her as she collapsed backward on the bed as the wave finally receded.

  Her eyes drifted open only to see Mack’s exquisite face as it contorted in pleasure. His mouth was dropped open and his gray eyes burned as he looked down at her. Then he thrust his hips forward and planted himself so deep she knew she’d never forget the feel of him. Ever. Not until her dying day and probably not even then. She’d remember this feeling for eternity.

  Mack collapsed on top of her, holding his hands on either side of her so he didn’t crush her. She looked down at the top of his head, wondering what he was thinking. And Liam. She reached for him again and drew him down so that he was lying in the crook of her arm. Then she ran her hands through Mack’s dark hair and he bowed his head into her collarbone.

  The room was completely quiet except for the noise of all of them catching their breath. And Calla thought there hadn’t ever been a more perfect moment in all of existence. She’d never felt more connected to a human being, or more fully alive than she did right at this moment.

  Until Mack pulled off her. The next second, he rolled so that his feet were on the floor. Calla blinked up in surprise to see him walking away from the bed. He didn’t look back at her. He turned only enough so that his face was in profile, his gaze fixed on the door. His voice sounded raw when he said, “Get her cleaned up.”

  And then he slammed out the door.

  Chapter 13

  MACK

  Mack skipped the elevator and went to the stairs. He had to get the fuck out of here. It wasn’t until he was down the stairs and out the front hotel doors that he stopped to even breathe.

  “Fuck,” he yelled, grabbing both sides of his head. What the hell had he just done?

  She’d been a virgin. A fucking virgin. She had no clue what she’d been getting into. But he’d pulled her into it. And then, ordering Liam around, just like he had with B—

  Fuck. He slammed the brick wall closest to him with his palm. Several people walking by on the sidewalk jumped and then held their purses tighter once they got a look at him.

  Calla had never looked at him like that. She’d never once seemed scared of him. Her eyes had held complete trust. Even when he was taking her fucking virginity.

  She’d been an innocent.

  Until him.

  He shut his eyes and immediately he saw Ben. It was seven years ago and his new cellmate was looking up at him just like Calla had.

  Ben was no innocent though. No, Ben’s innocence had been stolen the first night he was in lock up.

  “You got me away from him.” Ben had looked at him reverently.

  Mack had turned away, not able to take the way the kid was watching him. “It was nothing.” He said it in a tone meant to discourage further conversation.

  Ben made an incredulous noise. “Nothing?” Mack could feel him take a step closer even as Ben’s voice dropped to a whisper. “That monster raped me every night, sometimes twice a night, for nineteen months, three weeks, and two days. When I was told I was changing cells, I thought it’d just be more of the same.”

  Mack spun around at that. “I’m nothing like that fucker.”

  Ben didn’t flinch at Mack’s shout. “I know. I been your cellmate for a week and you ain’t even looked at me sideways.” He took another step closer. “I thought I just got a lucky break. Till I ran into Bone in the yard this afternoon.”

  Bone. Mack’s back went rigid at the name. Danny ‘Bone’ Jones. The sadistic fuck who had been Ben’s previous bunkmate.

  “He said you must have traded in all your markers to get me reassigned to your cell.”

  Mack’s jaw went rigid. “What else did that fucker say?”

  “A bunch of other shit, but for the first time in nineteen months, he didn’t lay a finger on me. ‘Cause of you.” Awe was clear in the kid’s voice. “He’s afraid of you.”

  “He’s afraid of Pres,” Mack quickly bit out.

  “Same thing,” Ben said, and he wasn’t wrong.

  Mack had spent the first two years in lock up working out and bulking up until he was the biggest, baddest motherfucker on the block. The President of the Devil’s Spawn MC had noticed. Offered him protection in exchange for pledging.

  Considering his only other option were those Aryan motherfuckers, Mack had agreed. He spent every day of the next year enforcing for the Devils. Well, at least he did when he wasn’t in the hole for fighting. No one knew it but he looked forward to his time in solitary. Meant he didn’t mind busting up whatever motherfucker Pres aimed him at. Gained him the nickname Torpedo. Pres pointed and boom, whoever it was wished they’d never gotten in the Devil’s shit.

  Mack had never asked for a thing in return. Until last week when he requested Pres make Ben’s transfer. Pres hadn’t even blinked. Even though as vice president, Bone was way higher up than Mack, and Pres had to know that stealing his favorite toy would piss Bone off, he still made it happen. Mack asked for the transfer last Tuesday and by Wednesday night, Ben, skinny, shivering, and eyes full of terror was escorted to his cell.

  “What I don’t get is why. You ain’t even looked at me sideways,” he repeated, shaking his head.

  “Ever heard the saying don’t look a gift horse in the mouth?”

  Ben’s eyebrows furrowed. “Naw, I ain’t heard that.”

  “It means just be happy and don’t question shit.”

  Be
n went quiet at that. Mack turned toward his bunk and yanked down the ratty blanket.

  “You could, ya know.”

  “Could what?” Mack looked over his shoulder.

  “I wouldn’t mind if ya… ya know.” Ben’s head lowered but he kept his eyes on Mack. “If ya wanted somethin’ in return. Like I said, I’m real grateful. I can tell you’s a different sort than Bone. I wouldn’t mind it if ya wanted to—”

  “I don’t.” Mack’s voice was sharp.

  But over the next weeks and into the second month, Ben didn’t let up. He’d take any opportunity to touch Mack he could. He stayed right on Mack’s heels whenever they left the cell. Tried to give him half his food every day.

  “Everyone already thinks you’re husbanding me,” Ben said one night, sitting on the edge of Mack’s bunk.

  “Well I’m fucking not,” Mack bit out, not much passion behind it. He was tired. So goddamned tired of all of it.

  “I wish you was,” Ben’s voice sounded wistful and Mack glared at him.

  “Plenty folks go wolf when they’re inside. Don’t mean you’re gay or nothin’. Just that you got needs.” His voice dropped even quieter. “Everybody got needs. Even you. I hear you at night taking yourself in hand when you don’t think anyone else’s awake.”

  “Get the fuck off my bed,” Mack said, shooting to his feet.

  It was already lights out but he could see by the dim glow from beyond the cell when Ben dropped to his knees in front of him.

  Mack shoved him so hard he toppled backwards, head cracking on the concrete.

  Shit. He hadn’t meant to hurt Ben.

  He stopped himself right before he could apologize. Maybe Ben would finally get the fucking message.

  Still, Mack listened anxiously and only breathed out in relief when he heard Ben shuffling across the floor to his own bed.

  He thought it would be done then. He’d made his position more than clear.

  So when he jolted awake in the middle of the night to a hot mouth sucking his cock, Mack assumed he was still dreaming.

  He pumped his hips back and forth because fuck, it was one good dream. Brianna had come and begged for forgiveness. She’d even bribed the prison officials in order to get a conjugal visit to show him just how sorry she was.