Satisfied 2X

by Nicole Elliot

  “You two weren’t kidding. This house is gorgeous.”

  Jason rubbed her shoulders. “Why don’t you get settled in and I’ll get the wine. Ten bottles enough?”

  She sputtered. “Ten?”

  “For the tasting,” he explained.

  “Oh right. I guess that sounds good then.”

  Wyatt turned on the screen. The football players took up the entire wall.

  Kayla walked toward him. “I love football too.”

  “You do?” He looked surprised.

  “I started going to games in college and I couldn’t help it. Something about all that energy. All those men.” She grinned. She knew she was flirting shamelessly. She touched her hand to his forearm. It flinched and she saw the vein in his arm strain against her caress.

  “It’s one of the ways I unwind.”

  “And the other ways?”

  “I think you know exactly how I plan to do that.” His hand wound around her, bringing her close enough she could feel his breath on her cheek.

  “With me?”

  He grinned. “Definitely with you.”

  She sighed as his lips found hers. It was hard to not fall into the kiss. To let Wyatt hold her steady with his solid hands.

  “Wine.” Jason announced his arrival with several bottles under his arms.

  Kayla searched for the guilty pit in her stomach, but it wasn’t there. The kiss was completely ok with both men. Neither seemed annoyed. Neither seemed angry. She was theirs. If one wanted to kiss her, he could. If the other wanted to make her come, he could. It was liberating. Freeing. No sneaking. No fights. No jealousy. It was the most unreal perfect dynamic.

  She settled on the couch between them. Wyatt seemed focused on the game. Jason was busy pouring tasting servings into small glasses.

  She couldn’t remember another Saturday like this. They drank wine and watched the game. They laughed. Wyatt made a late lunch. She fell asleep on the couch, nestled between them, slightly drunk from tasting all the different wines they made at the estate. She had missed the part when Jason explained how they selected the types of grapes.

  Yes, this was bliss. This was the peace she had been missing. Serenity and sensuality all wrapped up in two men.

  Twenty-Two

  Jason

  He walked off the back patio to the stacks of wood piled by the outdoor fireplace. The chimney made of hand-picked stone towered toward the sky. Jason threw a few logs in and lit the kindling. He watched while the fire blazed to life.

  Usually, there was staff that helped with this kind of thing, but this weekend was different. He and Wyatt didn’t want any interruptions.

  The sun was setting on the vineyard. The rolling hills of vines were beautiful. He turned when he heard the French doors open behind him.

  “Kayla.” His eyes lit at the sight of her.

  “Hi. Wyatt’s on another business call. I thought I’d explore the house a little and I saw you out here. I keep getting lost in this place.”

  She rubbed her arms. The briskness of the hillside was starting to take effect now that the sun was sinking.

  “Come here.” He drew her to the fire, placing his arms around her, aligning her back to his chest.

  “Mmm,” she murmured.

  The sound went straight to his cock. It stiffened in response to her body. The smell of her hair. Holding her in front of the fire.

  “Are you glad we flew here, love?”

  “Yes. It’s so amazing. The hills look like they are glowing with all the pinks and oranges.”

  “We wanted you to see this place. To know there is another side to us.”

  “And what side is that?” she teased.

  “We aren’t only business men, Kayla. We enjoy life. We take pleasure in the world around us. We can relax,” he whispered into her ear.

  His hands worked up her navel until he palmed her breasts through her shirt. He fucking loved her tits. Watching his come glisten over them last night was hotter than hot. She leaned into his chest as he rubbed them, then slipped a hand under her shirt, shoving her bra out of the way.

  “Ohh,” she mewed.

  He plucked at her nipple over and over. Each time her hips jerked forward.

  “That’s it,” he whispered. “You can relax here too.”

  She ground her ass into his cock.

  He slid his other hand between her jeans and under her panties. He smiled, knowing she was wearing a new set he had purchased for her.

  “Ohh,” she cooed when his finger pried her wet folds apart.

  “Damn, you’re fucking wet. Your pussy wants me, doesn’t it, Kayla?”

  She nodded. “So much.”

  He plunged a finger inside her and hissed when she clamped around him with the strength of her walls. She was hot and wet. Everything he wanted.

  “Fuck my fingers, love. Fuck them like my cock’s inside you,” he demanded.

  Her hips moved with the kind of rhythm that was wild and free. She panted as he held her, pushing another finger inside her tight pussy. He didn’t know how she’d ever be ready for what he and Wyatt needed. If her pussy was this tight, her ass was going to be like a damn vice. Fuck.

  “I-I can’t stop, Jason. I want you so much.”

  “Don’t, love. Fuck me harder. Fuck me,” he groaned, knowing his hand was getting rougher with her. Plucking her nipple into a rigid point. Her juices coated his skin. He wanted to bury himself inside her. He wanted his cock deep in her pussy while she screamed his name to the fiery California sky. Damn the rules for making him keep his dick in his pants.

  For now, this was what they had. For now he had to get lost in her sounds. In the feel of her silky walls clinging to him.

  “Oh, Oh.” The shuddering started in her knees and he felt it travel through her thighs as he held her in place while she convulsed around him. When the vibrations stopped, he spun her around to face him.

  “So fucking perfect.”

  She leaned up on her toes and he kissed her. Her lips were the most edible he had tasted.

  “I don’t want to leave,” she whispered. “I absolutely love it here.” She had a cat-like smile on her lips.

  “You don’t have to worry about that today. Let’s focus on one thing at a time.”

  Her eyes were a soft blue. What he thought was innocence, he now knew was shielding the pain she had hidden for so many years. Maybe they had more in common. He didn’t want to compare his parents’ divorce to her painful childhood, but there was a connection that drew them together.

  “Do you mean tonight?” she asked. “Is it tonight?”

  He shook his head. “No, I mean soaking in every moment we have for what we just did.” He waggled his eyebrows. “At every turn. At every corner. We are here to give you happiness. To give your body explosive power. Power you never knew was under your skin.”

  “That’s how you see me?” She looked bewildered.

  He nodded. “So much power in this damn goddess body of yours.” He pulled her shirt open to see her tits.

  One side was pink and swollen where he had coaxed her to come. She breathed heavily.

  “I want more, Jason. I know I do.”

  He smiled. “I can make you come again.”

  She shook her head. “I don’t mean right this second. I mean I want everything. Can we try tonight?” she asked.

  His cock grew even harder. He swallowed. “I don’t know that you’re ready, love.” It wasn’t that he didn’t want it to happen—damn it, he did.

  “You just said I have a powerful body.” She pressed her lips together. “I’m a sex goddess, right? I can do this. I want this.”

  It was cute that she was suddenly stubborn.

  He traced her nipple with his thumb. He was tempted to take her inside and let her suck him off again so he could come all over them.

  “You have one hell of a powerful body. But that doesn’t mean it’s not tight. And you have that virgin ass Wyatt wants to christen.”


  She blushed with embarrassment. “I know I can take it. I want it. I want both of you.” Her hands flew around his neck. “You said you’d always give me what I want.”

  “And you’ll have us. Be patient.” He kissed her forehead.

  “Who decides?” She tipped her head to the side. “Do we vote? How does this work? Because I vote yes.”

  It was hard to deny her. Wyatt would struggle with it as much as he did, especially if she was offering her ass so willingly.

  “The three of us,” he stated.

  “Then let’s go find Wyatt.” She moved toward the door. “He should know we’re voting.”

  “Kayla, wait.”

  She paused, trying to pull her plaid shirt back together. “What? I know what I want. Stop trying to tell me you two know better than I do. I want this. I want you. I want Wyatt. Together. And it’s going to happen tonight.”

  She marched away from him.

  He stood with his jaw dropped.

  He suddenly realized she was more perfect than either of them had ever realized.

  Twenty-Three

  Kayla

  She started at one end of the hall, checking the rooms for Wyatt. He was here somewhere taking a work call. She only had to figure out which of the dozens of rooms he used as his office.

  She knew if she didn’t find him now, she might chicken out. She was terrified, but the ache inside her was only growing more intense. Every time they touched her it brought the want to the surface.

  Every time she came, she only wanted to come harder and longer. It wasn’t enough. Nothing would be enough until they both filled her at the same time.

  She stopped when she heard Wyatt’s voice. She hesitated outside the door until she heard him end the call.

  “Knock, knock.” She pushed the door open.

  “Hey, there.”

  “Hey.” She smiled walking toward him.

  “Sorry I’m working. That should be the last call. It’s a hazard of owning a global company.”

  She twisted her lips together. This was it. The moment when she told him what she wanted.

  “It’s ok. I had some time to think while you were working.”

  “Oh?” His dark eyebrows rose.

  She nodded. “Mmhmm. I’ve decided tonight is the night.”

  “Excuse me?” He folded his arms across his wide chest.

  “You know exactly what I mean, Wyatt. I know you and Jason think I need time to ease into this, but I don’t. I’m done with you treating me like I can’t handle it. I know exactly what I want. I’ve been thinking about if for three long and lonely weeks. Three weeks to consider your offer. And I want it tonight.”

  “Kayla, you’re not ready.”

  She held her hand up, pressing it into his chest. “I know how this works. You want to be inside my ass, don’t you?” She couldn’t believe she said it. It was like she had an out of body experience.

  His eyes widened. “You better watch what you say.”

  She leaned into him. “I want it to be yours. I want you to take it. Please, Wyatt. Say you’ll fuck me tonight. Be my first.”

  He closed his eyes as a groan escaped his throat. “I don’t want to hurt you, Kayla.”

  “You won’t.”

  He shook his head. “You don’t know that. You haven’t had time to let your body adjust.”

  “I know when I’m with you I want you so badly I hurt all over. I need you, Wyatt. And I liked it last night. I liked where you put your tongue, your fingers, the plug.” She looked down. “I don’t have to think about anything else. Give me something I’ve never had before. You promised I could count on you.” She tried to think of all the things she could say to present a stronger argument.

  “All right.”

  Her eyes flashed to his. “All right?”

  He nodded, crushing his lips to hers. He pushed his tongue inside, drinking her in. She let him drown out all the other thoughts. The fear. The anxiety that had clung to her chest.

  “If you can handle this next part, I’ll do it.”

  She gulped. “Next part?”

  His fingers quickly worked her button on her jeans. He shirked the denim over her legs until she was standing in the panties the brothers had bought for her.

  “Shouldn’t we close the door?” she whispered.

  He shook his head. “You know that’s not the rule here.” He took a deep breath, raking his eyes over her half-naked body. “Hands on the desk and spread your legs.”

  She looked over her shoulder. “What are you going to do to me?”

  “Bend over,” he commanded.

  The fear coursed through her, entwined with a rush of excitement.

  She leaned over the desk, pressing her palms into the rich mahogany. She squealed when he snapped the thong between her cheeks.

  He pulled it forward, rubbing the strap against her clit.

  “Ohh,” she moaned.

  He snapped it again, and she felt the pain. She stiffened.

  Then Wyatt was on his knees. His face pressed to her bottom. He spread her cheeks without warning as his tongue swirled over the forbidden hole.

  “Oh God,” she whimpered. She pushed back into him.

  He didn’t hesitate. He pulled her wider, thrusting his tongue in her ass.

  “Oh shit,” she hissed. It felt strange. It felt dirty and wrong, but the pleasure was an electric ring of sensation that she loved.

  He pulled back. “You like it, don’t you?”

  She nodded. “God, yes. Don’t stop.”

  “Take those fingers of yours and put them inside your pussy,” he demanded.

  “What?”

  Wyatt rose from the floor and yanked one hand from the desk. He skimmed it over her navel and nestled it between her folds. He toyed with her clit.

  “I said, fuck yourself, baby.”

  She leaned back as her fingers sank inside her pussy. Her hips rocked back and forth as Wyatt fell to his knees. He snapped the thong again, thrashing her with pain that felt incredible. His tongue darted in and out as she gripped her fingers.

  And then she felt it. A slice of pain. She winced. She stiffened. He was in her ass, but it was more than a finger, or his thumb like he used last night.

  “Easy, baby. This is more than you’ve ever had before. And I’m not even done. Relax.”

  Her ass was being stretched and pulled. She forgot to move her fingers.

  “You can do this, Kayla. Relax, baby. Let me go deep. Let me in.”

  She shook her head. Her body had tightened up. It was more than she expected. More than she had ever thought it would feel like.

  He kissed her back softly. His lips moved to her shoulder blade and along her spine. His tenderness made her let go of a pent-up breath.

  “Imagine my cock inside you. Imagine me fucking this tight beautiful ass of yours for the first time.” He kissed her with gentle pressure. “Our bodies sliding together. Me spreading you wide with Jason under you, fucking your pussy.”

  “Oh God.” She imagined the shimmer of Jason’s green eyes under her and it was like magic. She let go of all the tension. She released the stiffness in her shoulders. Her backside relaxed and his fingers slid in.

  “Good girl.” He began to work his fingers in and out.

  She worked her pussy harder than ever. She panted out as the pressure built. Between Wyatt’s fingers and her own she didn’t know how she would handle the explosion.

  “There’s more baby.”

  “No.” She shook her head. “Oh, Wyatt.”

  He pushed a third finger in her ass and she bucked. It was a beautiful pain that fueled her to climb the roller coaster. She wanted to make it to the top. She wanted to come this way. She screamed as he pushed deep inside her.

  “I want you so badly, Kayla. Fuck. Watching you like this…”

  “I want you too,” she whimpered.

  She needed to fall to her knees. She needed him to hold her up, but the orgasm came out of nowhere. It spi
raled through her, firing nerves in a delicate zone as he wriggled and stretched her ass. The vibrations lasted forever, until she finally fell backward in his arms.

  She tried to catch her breath while he held her.

  “Did I handle it?” Her eyes fluttered open to look at him.

  He kissed her temple. “You did great, baby.”

  “Will you? Can we? The three of us?”

  He nodded. “Anything you want. Anything at all.”

  She smiled. Tonight she would have the men of her dreams all to herself.

  Twenty-Four

  Kayla

  Wyatt insisted on cooking dinner for their first night at the vineyard. Kayla and Jason set the table while he worked in the kitchen.

  It was hard to act like everything was normal, when she knew tonight they would all be in bed together. It was nearly impossible not to drop the expensive china or crystal.

  Wyatt had a game on the kitchen TV. He chopped vegetables and drank a beer, looking up now and then to catch a touchdown or watch a replay. He was an unreal combination of masculinity and sex appeal. He was a brilliant business man. And he was a secret gourmet chef.

  Jason handed her a champagne glass. “Here, love.”

  “Are we celebrating?” she asked.

  “I’d say tonight is all about celebrating.” He winked.

  Jason was devilishly sexy. He had an easiness about him that was fun. He was the artistic one, commenting on books he had read or movies he wanted to see at independent theaters. He seemed to be the one who ran the vineyard. He knew everything about the wines and the types of grapes they grew on the land. A man of complete culture and light-heartedness. She looked in his eyes, taking a linen napkin.

  “Everything all right?”

  She nodded. “It couldn’t be better.”

  “Good. I think dinner is almost ready. I’ll go check on our moody chef,” he joked.

  Kayla giggled. She loved how they cracked on each other. She knew it was endearing. They had been a team a long time. It made it that much more special that she was now included.

  He disappeared in the kitchen.