by Jane Jamison
The realization that he’d move for her hit hard. Would Wy feel the same way? But what good was living on the ranch without her? A life without her, even in their own home, wouldn’t be any kind of a life at all.
But he couldn’t, wouldn’t, think about that right now. The time was meant for pleasure, not for worry.
He traced a wet path along one of her legs toward her pussy. She trembled.
“Yes,” she whispered. “Please.”
Wy tortured her tits. He’d added clothespins to each nipple and was toying with those. Mitch lifted his head away from her crotch, her fragrance still filling his nostrils and watched as Wy brought her mouth to his.
He couldn’t have his cousin outdoing him. He caressed her mons. Her pussy was soaked, wetting his fingers. Pressing a quick kiss to her smoothness, he thumbed her folds apart.
She moaned and spread her legs a little farther apart. Her pussy was so sweet, pink, and ripe for his taking. He whipped his tongue out, flicking over her bud. She whimpered and squirmed even more.
“You still want me to drink you, pretty lady?”
She couldn’t have answered. Not with Wy still lavishing her mouth, but her moan was enough for him to know. As if there’d been any question.
He teased her, skipping his tongue over her clit. She bucked, a precursor to how she’d buck against him once his cock was inside her. “Take it easy, doc. We’re just getting started.”
* * * *
Chey was a goner. The reality of her feelings hit her so strong, she was amazed she hadn’t realized how she felt earlier.
I love them.
Falling in love with two men she’d just met was too fast, stupid, unbelievable, but as real as the sun warming her body.
Maybe she’d fallen for them the second they’d walked into the emergency room. She wasn’t sure, but what did it matter now? She loved Wy and Mitch and wanted to stay with them.
Suddenly all the years, all the training, all the sacrifices she’d made to become a doctor were pushed to second place in her heart. She loved being a doctor, but she hated being alone. What was a fulfilling career with no one to share it? The future was uncertain, but one way or another, she’d have to work it out. If they wanted her to stay. And yet, hadn’t Mitch said she was theirs? Did he mean forever? Or as a temporary fling?
She’d think about it later. Right now all that mattered was their hands on her body and their lips on her skin.
Mitch was teasing the hell out of her, and she jerked at her bindings, wishing she could force his face to her pussy. “Mitch, damn it. Stop making me wait.”
The slap against her butt cheek startled her. Anger came first, but then, surprising her, a quick rush of desire followed. “What the hell?”
Wy pinched her butt cheek, adding to the sting already there. “You’re not getting it, baby. You don’t tell us what to do. You obey us.” He took her by the chin, making her look at him. “Do you understand?”
She’d never done anything like BDSM, but she’d read a little about it. And, if she were truthful with herself, she’d had those kinds of dreams. Dreams where the man, the men, were in control. She had enough power and control in her life as a doctor. To have someone else take over, to make her follow their orders, was both a relief and a thrill.
“Do you want me to call you sir? Or master?”
“Whatever. It doesn’t matter to us as long as you do as you’re told. We can talk later. Right now, I need to taste you.”
Mitch was right. Talk could wait.
His lips pressed against her, his tongue flattening against her clit. A spark shot outward from her pussy, through her limbs, then circled back to ignite a flame in her pussy. Her craving for them overwhelmed all her questions, every thought she had. Save one.
Please fuck me.
His tongue slid through her folds, down one side then back up the other. She moaned, the sound turning into a small scream of desire when his mouth came back to suck in her clit. The sounds he made as he drank her up turned her on even more. She pushed toward the front of the swing, but Wy pulled her back, putting her butt over the edge.
“He can get to you good enough. But I don’t want you forgetting about me,” murmured Wy.
Another slap to her butt came, leaving behind it more searing pain. This time she was ready for the pain, accepting it, even relishing it. She could feel the warm imprint of his palm against her flesh.
Mitch lapped his tongue over her clit, then down to her pussy. He plunged it inside, just as she hoped he’d do with his cock. By the time he pulled away, she was left gasping for air.
“You are one tasty woman.” He wiped his mouth. “I’m going to drink your juice anytime I want. You’re going to spread your legs wide whenever I tell you to. Do you understand?”
“Yes. I understand. Yes, sir.”
“Hmm. On second thought, I like it when you call me sir.”
“Yes, sir.”
She loved having them in control. She didn’t have to worry about anything other than if she was pleasing them. And if the way they looked at her was any indication, she didn’t have to worry on that score, either.
He pushed on her legs again, but she was as far open as was possible. She tried, but couldn’t go any wider. She was theirs to dominate, theirs to claim, allowing her, for the first time in a long while, to be really free to simply let go. When he put his face to her pussy again, nibbling at her folds, then at her clit, she knew she’d found the right men for her.
A slap to her other butt cheek asserted Wy’s claim to her. He’d fondled, pinched, and toyed with her tits continually, making her ache to have him torture other parts of her as well. Her body relaxed, opening to them, submitting to them. Whatever they asked of her, she’d do. Whatever they demanded of her, she’d give.
Mitch sat back, his fingers still raking over her clit, then slipping into her pussy. He finger-fucked her hard, his knuckles slamming into her. Her pussy began to spasm, closing around his fingers possessively, trying to force him to stay inside her.
“Please.”
“Please what?” Wy’s chuckle drifted over her shoulder.
“Please fuck me. Both of you at the same time.” She saw the flash in Mitch’s eyes and added, “I’m asking, sirs. Not demanding.”
“In a minute. I want to taste your cream again.” Mitch’s fingers parted her pussy lips farther. He thrust his tongue inside her sheath.
Wild sensations racked her body, rushing her toward the edge. Her body burned inside as her skin became more sensitive to their every touch. Every inch of her awakened from her long sexual hibernation. She craved them, ached for them, became consumed with them. She jerked on her bindings, needing to drive her nails into Mitch’s back. Needing to pull Wy’s mouth to hers. Instead, all she could do was to scream out her release.
“Cuz, if you don’t get to business soon, I will. Her tits are incredible, but I’m going to need my cock inside her soon.”
Her nipples ached as Wy freed them of the torture devices. But the ache was a good thing, ratcheting up her desire. When he stepped back and toed off his boots, no longer touching her, she thought she’d go insane.
“Wy, please.” She didn’t need to beg. He was already tugging off his shirt. She wasn’t sure which way to look. Both men were perfect specimens of maleness, and she wanted to see both of them strip off their clothes.
Mitch undid his buttons, slowly, no doubt to elicit the moan that came so easily from her. “Do you like what you see? Or do all men look the same to you, doc?”
“No way in hell. It doesn’t matter that I’m a doctor. When I look at you, I’m a woman first.”
“Now that’s what I want to hear.” Mitch shrugged his shirt off and let it slip to the ground. His muscles flexed, every chiseled line of his body drawing her rapt attention. The cut lines heading toward his crotch led the way as he took hold of the front of his jeans.
How often had she studied the dip in front? How often had she imagined
tugging the jeans lower? Too many times to count. Her mouth watered as he shoved his jeans down. His cock sprang forth, delighting her in its length and the tempting curve at the end.
“Don’t forget about me, baby.” Wy had gotten undressed. He leaned against her, pressing his impressive cock against her spine.
She sucked in a breath. He rubbed his hard, warm, wet cock against her back. “Oh, God.”
“Some women have called me a god. I guess I can see why.”
She smiled at his joke, but Mitch scoffed.
“Don’t let him fool you. That’s a big stick he’s rubbing against you.” Mitch’s playfulness was gone in a flash. Bending over her, he sucked one nipple into his mouth and lifted her off the swing.
“I wanted to take it nice and slow the first time, but I don’t have it in me to wait any longer. You deserve more than a quick fuck on a swing and you’ll get it. But not right now.”
Her hands gripped the rope as she wrapped her legs around him. “You can make it up to me later.” She gave him a heated look then added with emphasis, “Sir.”
“Damn, I wish we had some lube. Get on with it, cuz, or give her to me.” Wy bent lower, putting his mouth to her butt. He nibbled on each cheek, giving a small pat after each bite.
“Later, sir.” She’d been caught between them before, standing between the two mountainous men, but she’d always yearned to be caught this way.
“Chey.” Mitch’s voice was guttural, needy. He kissed her, gently, then groaned, adding a finger, then two to her pussy. His fingers weren’t a good comparison to his huge cock, but they stretched her out, preparing her.
“Mitch. Please.” Her body would explode if he didn’t fuck her. With Wy nibbling and kissing her ass cheeks, then adding a finger to her asshole, she was filled with a need that rocked her. They both pumped their fingers inside her, each ramming up against her, each making her ready for their cocks.
Mitch kissed her again, and she captured his tongue. He skimmed his hands along her arms and, with two quick tugs, freed her of her bindings. She hadn’t realized how much her arms ached, but it didn’t matter. The pain mixed with Wy’s bites and Mitch’s twists of her nipples to give her an amazing flow of sensations coming from all over her body to meet in her pussy.
Mitch broke their kiss, gave her a look that held more promise than words could ever give, and impaled her with his cock. She sucked in air, shocked at how large he was. He spread her pussy walls apart, filling her completely, then lunged inside her again.
She couldn’t speak, could barely think straight. Whimpers were the only way she could communicate. The only way she could tell him how good his cock felt inside her. He gripped her around her waist, leaving her butt cheeks to be tortured by Wy.
Could fingers meet cock inside her? She knew the answer, and yet, the feeling of having Wy’s fingers inside her ass and Mitch’s cock inside her pussy made her believe it possible.
Mitch slammed inside her, pushing her back against Wy’s face. But Wy didn’t care. Instead, he laughed and used his cousin’s thrust to help shove his fingers into her hole.
“You’re tighter than I imagined.” Mitch’s husky voice thrilled her.
She put her mouth to Mitch’s shoulder, planting tiny bites along his skin. “Fuck my ass, Wy.”
“Not without lube. I wouldn’t want to hurt you. But I will. I swear I will.”
She groaned, half complaint and half urgent need. “Then get some. Please.”
Wy uttered an oath. “Hang on. I’ll be right back.”
He was gone in the next moment, hurtling his body toward the front porch then into the house.
“No. I didn’t want him to leave.” Her words were accented with each puff of air Mitch’s thrusts pushed out of her.
“Don’t worry. He’ll be back before you know it.”
She tried to laugh, but couldn’t drag in enough air.
Mitch grabbed her hair, pulling her head back so she’d have to look at him. “Until then…” He smiled as he plunged into her again.
She let out a small cry, closing her eyes to savor the delicious feel of his cock spreading her wide. His hands gripped her ass, digging his fingers into her flesh. Like an athlete running a marathon, he worked his hips forward and back, driving into her again and again. The curve of his cock teased her G-spot, skimming over it then speeding away.
“I’ll never be without lube again,” joked Wy as he rushed back to them.
She opened her eyes and craned around to find him once again kneeling behind her. He shot the lube into the palm of one hand and covered his fingers.
Talk about fast.
In and out, Mitch slammed into her as he pulled her closer against him, flattening her breasts against his massive chest. His muscles rippled under her touch and against her sensitive nipples. Her body burned from the inside out. Her mind was aflame with a yearning finally being satisfied. She was trapped between them, but she did her best to shove her crotch toward Mitch before thrusting her butt out for Wy.
Mitch’s cock felt like it went even deeper with each new thrust. Wy pierced her with his fingers, pumping her as he would soon do with his cock. He murmured soft, sexy words to her, urging her to take them, to give her body to them.
“Oh, yes. Please. Harder.”
Mitch’s grunts accented the air as he obeyed her. He plunged into her again, sweeping over her soft spot again. The world spun around her, and she closed her eyes. Flashes of bright white decorated the darkness behind her eyelids.
Standing, Wy eased her butt cheeks apart, then pushed his cock inside her. She moaned, the sensation of having both of them inside her overwhelming all her senses. Together they moved, each giving to the other with her as the bridge between them.
They were three, but they were one. Out in the open, free to do as they’d wanted to from the very beginning. She clutched Mitch’s hair, holding on, giving him a little of the delightful pain he’d given her.
Suddenly, Mitch pulled her away and went to the ground, setting her on top of him.
“Ride me.”
“Yes, sir,” she answered. She only caught a glimpse of his cock before bringing her down and driving his cock deep inside her pussy. Her body welcomed him, immediately spinning into another heated rush. She cried out as he lifted her up and down, driving his cock into her time and again. His hands covered her breasts. His gaze locked with hers.
Wy eased behind her, taking hold of her ass cheeks and opening her for him again. He rammed into her, driving harder than before and knocking her forward. Mitch took advantage of the move to take her nipple into his hungry mouth.
Once again, she was cocooned in the sexual whirlwind spinning between them. Her body quivered as her muscles grew weak. Mitch drove into her, whispering her name. Wy leaned over her, his balls bumping against her inner thighs and his warm breath beating against her skin.
“Mitch.” As though saying his name was all the encouragement they both needed, she climaxed just as Mitch paused, then tensed a moment before ramming into her one last time. His hot seed shot into her. It was wrong. It was against everything she’d recommended to her patients, but she was glad he hadn’t worn a condom. She wanted to feel his hot cum inside her. Whatever the consequences.
She’d barely taken a breath after her orgasm when Wy groaned, then pulled out and fell away.
Her own climax took her by surprise, stunning her with its speed and intensity. His cock was like a huge nail. His body was like a hammer.
“That’s it, Chey. Come for me, baby,” urged Wy.
She did, obeying him. Her climax ripped through her, shuddering her body. Slumping on top of Mitch, they let their orgasms work their way out.
Wy lay stretched on the ground beside them with a very satisfied grin on his face. “That was well worth the mad dash into the house.”
She giggled. “Boy, you can sure run when you have to.” She slipped off Mitch to the ground between them.
Minutes later, Mitch picke
d her up, bringing her into his arms as he took a seat on the swing.
“I was afraid you’d never untie me.” She’d never felt better. Happier. More satisfied.
“Did we hurt you?” He took one wrist and winced at the pink line. “Damn. You should’ve said it was hurting.”
“So you’re blaming me?”
“Hell, no. We should’ve thought about it. But after we got started, I couldn’t think about anything except putting my cock inside you.”
“Baby, next time, say something. You can use colors to let us know how you’re doing. Green means you’re good and red means to stop. Either that or just tell us to stop. But say something. We never want to hurt you.”
Wy leaned against the tree, in no hurry to get his clothes back on. She enjoyed checking him out from his toes to his tousled hair. It was the first time she’d had time to really admire his nude body, but it wouldn’t be the last if she had any say in it.
She shivered as the breeze flowed over the perspiration dotting her body.
“Let’s get inside.” After giving her a sweet kiss, Mitch stood up, putting her on the ground. He picked up her jeans then handed her his shirt. “We’ll get you some new clothes. But like I said before, it won’t be the last time we ruin them.”
“And my bra. Don’t forget my bra.” Like she cared. They could rip all her clothes as long as they did it with sex in mind.
Mitch tugged on his jeans. She couldn’t get enough of watching the way his body moved, immense power trapped inside ready to break free to please her.
Too bad. I could’ve spent another hour or so looking at his cock. Hell, a lifetime.
Instead, she turned, hoping to find Wy still naked, but was disappointed when he’d already gotten his clothes back on.
It won’t be the last time I’ll see their bodies.
Or would it? She’d realized her feelings for them, but how did they feel? She wanted a future where she didn’t spend long hours at the hospital only to come home to an empty apartment. Her career was important, but she’d been wrong to make it her sole focus.
