by Avery Gale
Chapter 8
When Cash had heard her soft words to Clay he nearly stopped breathing. She was so perfect it was as if God had custom made her for the three of them. There was a radiance that shone from her soul and he wanted nothing more than to spend the rest of his life basking in its warmth. He’d finished her hair and stepped back so he could quickly take his own shower. If he hadn’t been worried about offending her, he’d have given his throbbing cock a couple of good yanks and relieved himself so that when he finally sunk into her he would last longer, but he was just going to have to master himself. He wanted their first time in what he considered her room and bed to be a memory she would treasure forever. Hopefully some evening fifty years from now, as they sat out on the front porch watching their grandchildren play in the yard she would lean over to each of them and replay this night in a voice that still lifted in excitement as she recalled the memories they’d created.
Once they’d moved Layla out of the shower and had dried her gently with plush towels warmed in the warmer Clay had insisted they purchase. Clay had mentioned how the hospital staff had brought him warm blankets after he’d been injured a few months earlier and how amazing it had felt so they’d installed one. Their dads had growled at them when their mother had recently insisted they buy her one of the expensive units after she’d used one of their warm towels the last time she’d been home to visit. Wrapping the towel around Layla had been a sensual moment and he’d basked in the feeling he’d gotten from being able to care for her. He wanted to make sure she felt every bit of love they could offer.
Cash had taken the lead last time they’d been together so it had been important to make sure one of his brothers took that position tonight. Their original plan had been for Collin to step up, but after the two of them had gone toe to toe about the car, they agreed by silent communication to have Clay take his place. For some reason Layla seemed to be in need of a little less harsh direction, so Clay would be perfect for getting her to the place where she’d be in the right frame of mind for them to push her boundaries a bit tomorrow. They wanted to spend the weekend in bed but knew their little bundle of energy wouldn’t be able to sit still that long.
Clay walked her out into the bedroom and Cash smiled when she took in the room. They’d heard her talk about her love of books and they’d built her floor-to-ceiling bookshelves complete with a rolling ladder. Between the shelves was a wide padded window seat where she would have a view of both the front of the house and the woods that backed a small river that ran alongside their property. From the raised position of the house, her view would overlook the colorful tapestry of rocks along the riverbed and in the summer when she opened the windows she’d be able to listen to the rushing water from the snow melt as she lay in bed.
They had started working on the house even before they’d met Layla, but this addition had become an obsession after they’d met her. He knew Collin had actually orchestrated the stepped up start of construction on the addition before they’d even left Houston, which had told Cash just how much the little blonde had affected his brother. It was rare for Collin to use his money for anything other than building his electronics empire. Honestly, his brother was one of the people least impressed with his wealth. He’d become a millionaire at twenty-two years old and had multiplied that many times over. Their entire family had wondered what it would take to make Collin actually take an interest in and use some of the money he seemed to have so little concern for, and now they knew—Layla Lang.
“Whose room is this? It’s amazing.” She might have stopped talking, but Cash watched as she continued looking around, her eyes wide with interest. For just a second he got a glimpse of what she must have looked like as a child and then a flash of what their child would look like. He could barely contain his excitement at the thought of her belly round with their child.
Clay smiled and answered, “This is what we call the Mistress Suite, baby, and it was built for you and I can’t tell you how happy we are to hear you say you like it.” Cash watched his youngest brother brush the backs of his fingers over the curve of her cheeks still pink and dewy from her shower. In a lifetime, he knew that none of them would every get enough of touching her.
When his words registered she looked at each of them in turn. “What? Why? You didn’t even seem to want me until tonight. I don’t understand. I thought you had decided that we should just be friends or…well, maybe something less.” Cash wanted to growl his frustration with the mistakes they’d made with her. It had never occurred to him that she would make such an assumption when nothing could have been further from the truth.
Clay framed her face with his large hands and brought her attention to his face. “Baby, we’ll kick ourselves forever for letting you think something so wrong—and believe me, that observation is about as far from fact as it could get.” Sighing he shook his head and then continued, “We knew your new job was important to you and we thought we’d give you a little space and time to get settled in. And in the meantime, we worked day and night to get Red Clouds up and running and also to complete some major construction and renovation to this house. I assure you, you have been front and center as we considered each change, color choice, and design question. We’ll give you the full tour tomorrow, but right now, we have something else in mind.” While he’d been speaking he’d been slowly leading her toward the bed. Cash knew she hadn’t even been aware they’d been moving until Clay had turned her gently and her curvy little ass bumped against the mattress.
Cash and Collin both moved forward so that they flanked Clay as his hands slid inside the silk robe they’d put on her after her shower. The deep emerald fabric clung to her curves and brought out the color of her eyes. It was thin enough that her peaked nipples were predominantly on display and Cash couldn’t wait to see how that fabric looked when it was pressed against her nipples if they could talk her into having them pierced. Clay’s hands slowly opened the front of the robe and then sent it sliding off her small shoulders so that it skimmed down her back to pool at her feet.
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Layla had never seen a more beautiful bedroom, not even in the magazines she used to look through at the library. After her family had put her out on the street, there hadn’t been enough money to actually buy magazines or books, so she’d spent long hours at the library. She’d looked at hundreds of periodicals longing for a home and family like those she saw pictured on their glossy pages.
The bed in this room had to have been custom made because it could easily sleep five or six people. Cripes, where did you even go to buy something that large? And the sheets looked like a Monet painting, the blues and greens blended together in a perfect harmony that was highlighted by a sun-drenched yellow. The entire room was done in all her favorite colors and she wondered how they could have possibly known.
Layla was being completely seduced by Clay’s voice, touch, and words. She knew both Cash and Collin were standing mere inches to the side, but she was getting close to feeling overwhelmed, so she was concentrating on Clay. She liked how he grounded her, but then…she felt that way with each of the Red Cloud brothers when they focused their attention on her. She wondered how she could be so drawn to each of them when they really were very different.
When Clay’s work-roughened hands slid inside the robe they’d given her, the pads of his fingers moving over her sensitized nipples she felt her breath catch. Suddenly she realized she was almost panting with need and when the robe slipped to the floor she glanced at each man and saw the same raw lust and desire reflected in each of their gazes. She decided she needed to take a leap of faith and let them know she’d been reading up on poly-relationships or at least she’d read what little had been available. “I’ve been reading you know…and well, I think I have an idea how this has to work…you know, for us to all be together at the same time.”
She felt like all the blood in her body was pooling in her lower regions and the arousal was sending so much moisture to her puss
y she was starting to worry it would be running down her legs in a few minutes. Oh yeah, that’ll be a real turn-on for them. I’m sure I’ll die of embarrassment if that happens.
“I…well, I bought a plug…a kind of small one…but I wanted to see if…geez. This is beyond embarrassing.” She dropped her gaze and was suddenly flooded by self-doubt. Why hadn’t she kept her mouth shut? Geez she was always yakking when she should just keep quiet.
This time it was Collin who spoke, “Sweetheart, you should never be embarrassed by anything you want to say to any of us. We’ll always do our best to answer any questions and listen to anything you have to say. Communication is the key to all relationships, but it’s absolutely critical when they are polyamorous. And as Cash and I teach you more about Dominant and submissive relationships those communication skills will become even more important. So please don’t ever feel embarrassed by anything you want to say or ask.” When she looked up at him, she saw nothing but sincerity in his expression and that gave her self-confidence just the boost it had needed.
She smiled her thanks and then said, “Well, I got a plug but I think you must have to be some kind of Olympic gymnast to get the thing in yourself. So, well, what I wanted to say is that I kept trying because I’d wanted to be ready in case you changed your minds and wanted me, but then when I couldn’t really manage it and your interest didn’t seem to be coming back…” She let her words go unfinished because her heart was clenching at the memory of the nights she’d cried herself to sleep after moving to Climax and getting what had seemed like the brush-off from the three brothers who had rocked her world in Houston before her graduation.
Suddenly all three men were surrounding her and she heard Cash’s harsh voice above the others, “Fuck, I’ll never forgive myself for putting those tears in your eyes, love.” Both Collin and Clay made similar statements and before she realized it she was on the bed between Clay and Cash. Collin had moved to a small cabinet at the foot of the bed and when he returned she saw him toss a condom to Clay. Cash claimed her mouth in a kiss so hot she felt like a hot Texas summer wind. And then she heard the tear of foil just before Clay said, “Come on, baby, ride me.” Cash helped lift her so that she was straddling Clay’s hips and the feel of his sheathed cock pressing against her slick folds nearly sent her over the edge of release and suddenly all she could think about was getting him inside her. She was nearly frantic with the need to feel his cock pressing against the inside of her vaginal walls. The need to languish in the sensation of each bump and ridge as he sunk deep was almost all consuming. Her movements became jerky and he must have sensed her desperation because his large hands gripped her forearms and he stilled her. “Baby, I’m not going anywhere so there is no need to rush. Let us take care of everything. Let us love you.”
The relief she felt at his words surprised her and she couldn’t speak around the lump that had suddenly taken up residence in her throat. She felt a tear slide down her cheek and she nodded. He smiled up at her. “Please tell me those are tears of relief that you don’t have to do this yourself, baby.”
She finally managed a whispered, “Yes, they are. I’m sorry, I was just so…well, I just wanted to feel you inside me so much I kind of went off the deep end for a minute.” She leaned forward and kissed him and then said, “Thank you for understanding me when I don’t really understand myself right now. All I know is that I want you…all three of you with a desperation that I don’t even really know how to describe.”
Hoping that her honesty wasn’t overdone, she looked up at both Cash and Collin to find them both smiling at her with indulgent expressions. She let out a breath she hadn’t even realized she was holding and leaned over to kiss first Cash and then Collin before leaning forward and pressing a kiss against Clay’s lips. When he pulled her close the soft hair on his chest teased her taut nipples and she moaned into the kiss. And that must have been all the invitation the three men needed because she was immediately besieged by their touch. It seemed like there wasn’t any part of her that wasn’t being worshipped.
When she felt fingers trailing up her spine she instinctively arched her back knowing that she’d pushed her ass high in the air and hoping someone took notice because if somebody didn’t fuck her soon she was going to have to resort to begging. Hell, that begging thing sounded like a mighty fine idea now that she gave it a heartbeat of consideration. “Please…oh, please…I need…”
Collin leaned over her shoulder and asked against her ear, “What do you need, sweetheart? Say the words and we’ll give you exactly what you want.”
“I want to find out…if those women on the internet meant what they said.” Just then Clay lifted her and slid her back down slowly over his cock and she threw her head back and groaned at the exquisite sensations. When he was fully seated inside her again she leaned forward and the neatly trimmed hair above his cock tickled her clit and she felt her entire body tense in response.
“Oh Jesus Christ, she just clamped down on me like a vise. I’ll never last, get her ready and let’s give our woman what she craves before this turns into an eight-second ride.” She could hear the strain in Clay’s voice and if she hadn’t been working so hard to control her own responses she might have had more appreciation for his rodeo humor. “Damn it, Cash, distract her while Collin gets her ready for his cock.”
She had never felt anything like the sensation of cool gel lube being drizzled over her ass. The way it trailed over her back hole and then slid to her pussy was an erotic tease. When Cash moved forward and held his cock out to her she saw the pearly drop of pre-cum glistening at the slit and couldn’t help but lick her lips in anticipation. “Oh, love, that was just about the hottest thing I’ve ever seen. The look that went over your face and that pink tongue licking your lips was enough to test my control and…oh, holy fuck…I want my cock inside that sweet mouth. That’s it—oh Christ that feels unbelievable.” She had taken him deep on the first stroke and she was thrilled to hear his gasp as his cock jerked in response.
Caressing his cock with her tongue was a feeling she knew she would never get tired of. She wanted to learn every ridge, vein, and bump that made each of them unique. She was lost in the feeling of the head pressing against the back of her throat and when she lightly grazed her teeth over the base she heard his shout. “Fuck! That feels so good, Christ, I can’t even think straight. Love, your mouth is going to be the death of me.” She made several more strokes and she’d been so focused on giving Cash a blow job he’d never forget that she hadn’t realized how she was arching and pressing her ass against Collin’s probing fingers.
She heard Collin’s words but didn’t really take time to process their meaning. “That’s three fingers, sweetheart. Christ you are so hot, I can’t wait to slide my cock inside this sweet ass.” She moaned as he withdrew his fingers and when she arched again she felt Clay pull her lower to his chest. She redoubled her efforts, sucking hard on Cash until he was once again fucking her mouth with long, deep strokes.
“Love, I’m going to come, if you don’t want to swallow me down, let go now.” Let go? Is he insane? I worked hard for this, and I want every drop. She tightened her lips and moaned and was rewarded by his shout and the feeling of his seed coating her throat and tongue. His tangy essence was a gift and she wasn’t about to miss a drop of it.
When Cash pulled his cock from her mouth he collapsed next to her on the bed panting. He turned to face her and ran his fingers down the side of her face and then smiled at her, his eyes bright with admiration. “Christ that was amazing, love. I swear you just stole a piece of my soul.” He smiled at her and leaned over and kissed her.
Layla felt the head of Collin’s cock pressing in and the burn was just about to make her call a halt when Cash had kissed her and her mind had become completely awash in the feeling of Cash’s tongue plundering her mouth and Clay’s cock pulsing inside her pussy. When Cash pulled back from the kiss her entire body was vibrating with desire and she felt like a kid who
had just been given carte blanche in a candy store.
Collin had stilled her movements. “Christ, Layla, hold still. Don’t push back, sweetness, I don’t want to hurt you. We have to take this slow or we could—” Layla had no interest in slow. All she wanted was to feel him deep inside her. Her body was smoldering in need and following his order wasn’t even anywhere on her short list of options.
They must have known what she was thinking because both Clay and Collin shouted “No!” just as she sucked in a deep breath and thrust her ass back deeply impaling herself on Collin’s cock. She screamed at the burn and the jolt of pure white lightning that raced up her spine and then back down to light up her clit like a fourth of July fireworks display.
“I’m going to paddle your ass for that, sweetheart—but not until after Clay and I fuck you. Go!” He and Clay set a fast pace and she was lost. This time Clay locked his arms around her and held her tightly against his chest as he and Collin alternately pushed in deep and withdrew so that she was always filled. When Collin leaned forward and said, “Come for us, sweetheart,” her world exploded into a million pieces of pure white light. Spots danced before her eyes and she wasn’t sure she was going to be able to keep from passing out.
Before she had completely returned to earth she felt Collin lift her from Clay’s chest and that shift sent Clay’s cock over her sweet spot and she threw her head back and screamed as she came again. They began thrusting again and she heard them both shout and then felt their cocks stiffen and jerk with their release, but she was so spent all she could do was fall back onto Clay when Collin released his hold on her.
