He shifted beneath her and she felt his hot cock rub against her ass. He rolled his hips beneath her and adjusted her hips to get a better angle.
“Relax, love. Take a deep breath and let it out.”
She complied and tilted back to him, longing to feel him sliding inside her forbidden opening.
“No, love. Just relax. Soon enough I’ll be inside you. Impatient little thing,” he murmured as he stroked her pussy lips and clit.
She did as he asked and moaned softly as he found the right angle and his cock slid in just enough to start a burning inside her ass that spread through her lower body. Julián stroked her abdomen as he began flexing behind her, never backing off but pushing against her, gaining more ground with each forward movement of his hips. The burn increased, along with her inner trembling, and she let herself melt against him, trusting him to take care of her.
Gwen reached up with one hand and laced her fingertips through the silky hair growing at the nape of his neck. The other hand she slid down his forearm until it rested lightly over his hand that lay stroking her cunt. She didn’t direct him or attempt to take over. She just wanted to feel every part of him moving in an orchestrated rhythm pleasing her. His muscular body shifted beneath her as his cock slid deeper in her ass and she could feel the muscles and tendons moving in his hand beneath hers as he strummed her pussy to the greatest arousal she’d ever known.
She glanced up and made eye contact with Chris. The candles flickering in the room gave his chocolaty brown eyes an almost fluid warmth as he watched them move together. His cheeks were lightly flushed and she could see that his breathing was more rapid than before. What they were doing was obviously affecting him too. The state of his cock only confirmed that knowledge.
A deep shudder vibrated through her and she ground against Julián as his cock slid inside her to the root. The edgy pain was replaced by fullness and pleasure. Intimacy. Julián wrapped his left arm around her torso and continued stroking her pussy with the other hand.
“Yes, baby. It feels so good. I love it. I…”
“Needed it?” he whispered to her, reading her mind. She nodded, unable to say more as she found her place in their sensual rhythm. Julián groaned behind her and lifted her left leg, opening her wider and swamping her senses with vulnerability.
She held on to him and whispered, “Yes,” as he trapped her swollen clit between two fingers and tapped it with just the tips of her fingers.
The sensation was startling but not quite enough to put her over the edge. That seemed to be what he wanted as he chuckled and then switched to full contact again, rubbing her until her body trembled and her orgasm loomed large. When he switched back to tapping her clit again she tried to take charge, pressing down on his hand so that she could come, but he chuckled and grabbed her hand and placed it on her pussy.
“You know just how you like it, don’t you, love? Will you show Chris and me just what it takes to make you come as you stroke yourself? Show us. Teach us what you like.”
She breathed out, not used to this kind of play during sex, and didn’t move her hand for a moment.
“Stroke your pussy, love. Feel how wet and swollen you are for us.”
She stroked tentatively, and marveled at how wet and aroused he had gotten her. Her juices ran slick and hot from her pussy while he fucked her ass. Lust blazed inside her and she ran her middle fingertip over the swollen nub of her clit, drawing a strangled gasp from her throat, and the tingle spread outward to all her erogenous zones. Her nipples felt like diamond-hard points and gooseflesh rippled over her skin. “Oh, baby.” Flickers of her orgasm raced through her torso, a joyous sense of inevitability filling her as she reached for it.
She trapped her clit between two fingers and rubbed it just the way she liked it, while making eye contact with Chris. He looked ready to come unglued. She wondered for a split second if he’d attack the moment Julián released her. The thought gave her such a feeling of power and triumph that she laughed as her orgasm barreled down and obliterated her. She floated like a balloon on a breeze for a moment before being swept up by a current of ecstasy that was so powerful she screamed.
“Yes! Yes!”
Julián’s hold on her tightened and she let him have his way, arching back against him as he thrust forcefully and then groaned against her shoulder as his cock pulsed and his cum jetted in hot spurts into her ass.
She shook like a leaf as she panted. Her pulse in her ears and his gasping breaths were the only sounds she could hear for several moments.
Finally lifting her head, she reached for Chris who now lay on his back, his enormous cock so engorged it had to be painful. One arm was behind his head and he looked up at the ceiling, breathing slowly. All she could reach was his big bicep which she stroked gently.
“You okay?” she asked in a hoarse voice.
He nodded as he gazed at her. “Just trying to stay in control. One touch and I know I’ll go off right now.” He gestured down at his cock. “We’re talking Mount Vesuvius.”
Julián chuckled as he gently lifted her from his cock and climbed from the bed on very shaky legs. “Give me one second.” He wobbled a few steps before walking out of the room. The water in the bathroom ran for a moment and then he returned with a hot washcloth. “I’m grabbing a quick shower, Chris. That’ll give you some time alone. I won’t be long, love.” While he spoke, he cleaned her up. When he was done, he leaned close and said, “Thank you, Gwen. That was incredible.”
“It was.”
As he left the room, she sat up and crawled to Chris, her ass still throbbing. She lifted his big, muscular arm and curled close to his side, pulling his arm around her. She was careful to not touch him without his direction. He cuddled her tightly for a second and then kissed her head. “I need a minute. The last thing I want is to finish before we even start. That—watching you take Julián’s cock like that—watching the way you enjoyed it. That was the fucking hottest thing I’ve ever seen. No question. How do you feel?”
Gwen giggled. “Touched absolutely everywhere…and it’s wonderful. Whatever I experienced before that I thought was anal sex was nothing compared to this. I’ve never come like that before. Ever.”
“You’re probably worn out, huh?”
Tracing her fingertips over the tattoos that interlocked and weaved across his pecs, she debated how to reply. “I’ll feel this in the morning. I won’t lie. But I want it. I want you. I’d never leave you like this, unrelieved.”
“You don’t need to feel sorry—”
“The last thing I feel is sorry for you, Chris. I’m not done yet. And neither are you,” she murmured as she stretched her arm across his broad chest and squeezed herself to him.
He grinned and rolled from his back so that he was now braced over her, his cock hard and hot pressing against her mound. She sighed happily, loving the way he encompassed her. Instantly, she was shielded from the world in his warm embrace.
I want this every night. Every day. All of it.
She shifted her bottom so that she was under him and stroked his cheek as she hooked her legs around his hips. He dipped his head and kissed her, sucking on her lower lip and placing kisses at the corners of her mouth. She melted all over again as he smooched her and brushed his lips against hers, as though he couldn’t get enough of her mouth. She opened for him when he traced the tip of his tongue along her bottom lip and grinned when she tried to nip at him.
“Can I put the condom on you?” she asked as she picked up the package from the bed.
He sat up and said, “You can try. It’s going to be a tight fit.”
“Tell me something I don’t already know.”
He knelt back, resting his ass on his heels, and gave her full access to his engorged shaft. He bit his lip as she sat up and ripped open the package.
“Even the larger size is snug? Oh, mama.”
He chuckled and fingered one of her blond curls, which were still damp from the shower, stroking it bet
ween his fingertips as she positioned the condom and rolled it down. Once she had it on, he grasped his cock and pushed it down further, holding himself much harder than she would’ve. She noticed the sheen of sweat on his brow as she lay back down and he returned to his earlier position over her.
As he kissed her, she heard the lubricant bottle click open and then his gentle fingers were at her cunt, smoothing the slick gel all around her entrance. Each time they fucked, it was easier, partly because he took his time and used the lubricant, and partly because she was adjusting to his girth little by little.
Once all the prep was done, he went back to kissing her as he twined his legs with hers and used his free hand to play with her peaked nipples. His callused fingertips created a whirlpool of need in her belly as he squeezed them and stroked her breasts. He bent down to fasten his mouth to her nipple and it was as if he’d attached a live wire between her clit and her nipple. The sensations he sent rocketing through her body soon had her hot and needy as she wrapped her legs loosely around his hips again.
Julián padded into the room and lay down on the bed with them, watching as he got comfortable on the pillows close by but not touching them. Chris looked up and smiled at Julián, acknowledging his presence, and Gwen clasped fingers with Julián as he leaned down and kissed her forehead.
Chris brushed the head of his cock against her opening and she drew closer to him, wanting to feel him slide between her lips, stretching her pussy until it stung so wonderfully. He flexed his hips and penetrated a few inches, enough for her to grind on as she clung to him, eager for more.
“You feel so good, Chris. I want your cock inside me so bad.” Already, she could feel the tremors of orgasm flickering in her pelvis as he began thrusting, pumping that big monster inside her in small increments. “Fuck me, Chris. Fuck me, please.”
Chris growled softly, sliding his hands under her shoulders, blocking out everything but the feel of his cock inside her and his lips on hers as he kissed her. She rocked against him, clinging to him, and practically climbing him in her effort to take his cock to the hilt, but he held back. Insistently, she whispered, “Harder, Chris, more! I feel it coming, baby!”
He pinned her to the bed and stroked harder but she was insatiable. She’d had a taste of the primal man and wanted more. Wanted all. She moved with him, practically purring as her orgasm came nearly within her grasp and hovered just out of reach.
Crying out in frustration, she wrapped her arm around his neck and begged softly. “I want to come so bad, Chris. Harder! You won’t hurt me. Please!” He looked down at her as if checking to make sure she really meant it and she pleaded once more, “Please.”
Ecstasy bloomed inside her as his expression shifted and he released the tight reins of his self-control. The lust in his brown eyes held her enthralled and he thrust powerfully, pumping every inch of his cock inside her on every stroke. Climax raced through her, bowing her back and drawing a feral cry from her lips as she was rendered insensible. The orgasm went on and on and on as he groaned and pounded her with his final thrusts and howled as his release finally came. He flexed against her, a blissful moan coming from his throat as she reveled in every sensuous move he made.
He buried his face in her neck and stayed there, bracing himself over her so she could breathe while pinning her completely from the waist down. That was fine by her. She couldn’t have moved if she’d wanted to. Her limbs felt like overcooked spaghetti as she stroked his perspiration-slicked back and kissed his shoulder. With their chests plastered together, she could easily feel the rapid pounding of his heart.
Eventually, he lifted his head enough to lay a row of kisses along her throat and her shoulder, then kissed her on the lips and looked into her eyes. Brushing her knuckles over his stubbly chin, she gazed up at him and could see the tumult in his eyes. She felt it in her soul too. But neither of them spoke of it. She was barely reining in the tears that wanted to creep into her eyes.
You’ve been here how many days? Three? You really thought you could keep this casual? Temporary? And she could see in his eyes that her heart wasn’t the only one being risked.
He kissed her one last time, and then very slowly pulled from her, groaning as her swollen pussy grasped at him. If he wasn’t so heavy, and needing to dispose of the condom, she’d have stayed with him like that all night. Her heart yearned for it. Julián swept the covers over them and then both men turned out the lights. Her heart pounded as they cuddled close—Chris with his big hand resting over her hip facing her, with Julián spooned behind her, her derriere against his lap so she could feel that his cock was hard again. He pressed his lips to her temple in the dark and whispered, “Sleep, love. We’ll wake you in the morning.” He settled an arm around her torso, resting his hand over her breasts, above her heart.
The words were on the tip of her tongue waiting to be said, but she merely nodded and whispered, “Thank you both. Sweet dreams.” It was a long time before she finally fell asleep snuggled between them.
* * * *
“I don’t see what the big deal is. It’s just New Year’s Eve. You act like it’s the Spanish Inquisition or something.” Gwen’s voice was muted as she bent over, standing in their pantry, removing potatoes from the sack on the bottom shelf. She’d just completed her first successful day at the Wilson Ranch and wanted to cook supper for them.
Unable to resist, Chris snuck up behind her and pressed his groin to her outstretched ass.
“Chris!” she gasped and then giggled as he grasped her hips and pulled her back to him tighter. “Is sex all you ever think about?”
“Nope. I think about you nekkid in the shower. Spread nekkid on the bed. And lately, nekkid and bent over that kitchen island. You?” All she had to do was bend over and he was instantly hard.
Gwen was snickering and her cheeks were bright red as she turned, potatoes in hand, and came out of the pantry and put them in the sink. “You’re incorrigible.”
“I’ve heard that before.”
“From women?”
Chris shook his head. “No, mostly the school principal and my mom.”
“Speaking of family, what’s so bad about going to see them?”
“Nothing, as far as I’m concerned. But I’m used to them, and so is Julián…mostly.”
“I think it was nice of your mom to invite us for supper on New Year’s Eve. I would love to meet your family.”
“All two hundred of them.”
“You’re exaggerating.”
“I’m trying to warn you. The grapevine between Divine and Junction is swift. When she invited me and Julián, she specifically asked that I bring you. I haven’t even had a chance to tell her about you. This is an inspection.” He’d heard that “I’ll be the judge of whether or not she’s good enough for my baby” tone in his mom’s voice before he’d hung up. He wasn’t ready for Gwen to be grilled like that.
Gwen laid her hands on Chris’s beefy shoulders. “Honey, I’ve been competing for ten years against riders who wanted the trophies and titles every bit as much as I did. I’ve developed nerves of steel and a skin as thick as a rhinoceros’s. What has you so worried?”
He gazed down at her, stroking her collarbone, and pressed his lips together for a moment, resigning himself. “To be honest, I’m worried that she—and my crazy family—will scare you off.”
Gwen still seemed doubtful. “Really?”
“I guarantee you they’ll tell you every embarrassing story they can think of about me. Ma will get out the nekkid baby pictures.”
“Really?” she asked hopefully. “I’d love to see your nekkid baby pictures.”
“She’ll probably tell you about how much I weighed when I was born and how long she was in labor with me—”
“Steal her thunder. Why don’t you just tell me how much you weighed and how long she was in labor? Honey, I have to confess I want to hear all those stories. It’s part of who you are.”
“Yeah, but it’s the spin they’ll pu
t on all the stories. It’s like a rite of passage or something. Grill the single guy and his girlfriend. The goal is to see if they can scare you off. And I weighed eleven pounds and two ounces. Ma said she was lucky I was the last one and not the first one, or there wouldn’t have been any others.”
Gwen squeaked and clapped her hand over her mouth and burst into giggles. The sound made him laugh and warmth filled his heart when she wrapped her arms around his waist and patted his back sympathetically. “You poor baby. So she’s showed your nekkid baby pictures and told all the wretched stories about your growing-up years to all your girlfriends when you bring them over?”
He shook his head and then she looked up at him questioningly. “Since I’ve moved away from home, I’ve never brought any girlfriends over for her to meet. I know what she’ll do because she’s done it to all my married siblings. It’s sort of like culling the herd to see if the person is strong enough to join the family. What amazes me is how she keeps the stories straight with each kid.”
“You’ve never brought anyone home to meet your parents since you moved out on your own?”
“No.” He wished he could tell her it was because he’d never met anybody special enough to bring home but really it was just because there hadn’t been anybody. One-night stands who were gone the next morning didn’t generally want to go meet the folks.
Gwen released him to turn to the sink and said, “You could tell me some of your stories, the unvarnished versions, to give me a frame of reference.” She scrubbed the potatoes to prepare them for baking as she worked.
“I’m not sure I want to. I was an awkward, big kid growing up.”
“How bad could it be?”
“I was taller than my teacher…in third grade. Puberty was the worst.”
Gwen smiled up at him and leaned close enough to rub her cheek against his bicep, a sweet gesture he really appreciated. “Tell me.”
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