Jennifer Cole - A Delicious Taboo Two.

by Jennifer Cole

  Rolling onto his side, Jake pulled Melanie onto hers and hungrily feasted upon her mouth. He’d released her hands during the movement and they began to roam. Clutching Jake in front of her, Melanie was in heaven, sandwiched between the both of them.

  Philip’s hand stroked over her hip, down the back of her thigh to slip between her knees, pulling her left leg up high. Coolness caressed her heated center with the damp petals of her sex now exposed.

  Jake’s tongue swept into her mouth possessively, tasting of dominance, as Philip slipped the crown of his cock up inside her vagina. Mel gasped against Jake lips as her hips bucked between the two men.

  Jake’s warm hand replaced Philip’s, holding her leg up.

  The touch of Philip’s fingers spreading the cheeks of her buttocks brought a throaty moan from her. The calloused tip of a finger teased the hole before pressing past the snug muscles.

  “Please,” Mel whimpered as Philip’s cock withdrew, leaving her pussy empty.

  Philip brushed the head of his shaft against the sensitive flesh and pushed inside. Digging her fingers into the cheek of Jake’s butt, Mel expelled a long hiss along his lips as Philip fed the entire fat length into her. Jake’s mouth on hers drew her attention away from the slight burn of her ass adjusting to Philip’s pleasurable intrusion.

  “Ah, yes,” Philip growled against her neck. Reaching over, he cupped her left breast, rolling the pebbled nipple between his fingers.

  Looking through heavy lids, Jake held her gaze as his cock slid into her wetness.

  Their tandem thrusting sent hot chills coursing through Mel’s body. The taste of Jake’s deep kisses had her head spinning with desperate need. Philip’s manipulation of her full achy breasts and sensitive nipples worked her body up to a quiver.

  The heat of their solid bodies singed her oversensitive flesh, with the fine hairs all over her skin standing on end.

  Climax was within her reach, so very close. Seeming to sense her need, Jake’s hand slid between their bodies, brushing the inside of her thigh where their bodies were joined. Judging from the groan in her left ear, Jake caressed his lover’s fuzzy sac. Philip’s hand skimmed over her belly to the juncture at the top of her legs, where his fingers began to pluck at the swollen bundle of nerves above Jake’s thick plunging shaft.

  “Our girl is enjoying us, lover,” Jake’s voice purred. “Your fat cock in her tight ass, my shaft deep in her wet pussy…”

  “Mel’s pussy feels good, babe, huh?” Philip moaned, thrusting harder inside her ass. “And her ass is so snug, hot, pulsing around my cock.”

  Jake’s tempo increased, matching Philip’s.

  “Yes,” Jake agreed. “Her cunt is dripping with juice, lover. Let me taste her sweet cream all over your fingers.”

  Philip’s hand came into view and Mel watched closely as Jake’s tongue flicked over a digit, tasting her before closing his lips and sucking it clean. Brushing the tip of his middle finger along her lower lip, Philip’s husky voice was a whisper near her ear. “Your taste is hypnotic to us, baby.” Mel parted her lips and sucked the thick calloused digit in. “Taste yourself,” his sultry tone ordered.

  Sucking his finger, combined with their cocks fucking her, pushed her into the abyss. “I’m…oh, God…I’m going to…” Mel cried out.

  “Yes,” Philip growled.

  It took several quick strokes by Jake and Philip to bring the three to culmination. Mel trembled, sobbing, as their cocks jerked seconds before filling her with their releases.

  Between Jake and Philip, Mel gasped for much needed air.

  “Happy anniversary, sweetheart,” Philip whispered with a kiss to her shoulder.

  Jake pulled his semierect shaft from her body and captured her lips with his. “Yeah, happy anniversary, baby.”

  “Mmm,” Melanie purred with satiation. “I love you guys.”

  The clearing of a throat was barely audible as the three sated lovers struggled for breath.

  Mel, Jake, and Philip glanced to the bedroom door, where Calen held Van in his arms. “Well, lover,” Calen’s voice was husky and both men’s eyes were dark with desire. “Looks like we missed out on breakfast hors d'oeuvres.”

  Van’s mischievous grin sparked Mel’s arousal anew. “Yeah, but there’s always breakfast dessert,” he declared.

  * * * * *

  Following a leisurely “adult shower,” the family of five sat at the kitchen table enjoying breakfast.

  “Is your shopping list finished for this week, baby?” Van asked, passing a bowl of fresh cut fruit across the table to Mel. “I’ve got running around to do, so I’ll hit the grocery store while I’m out.”

  After helping herself to the juicy chunks of melons and berries, she replied, “Yup, it’s good to go.” Setting the plate beside Philip, Mel piped up again. “Oh, wait! No. Marjorie asked if we’d bring more boneless skinless chicken breasts. So add half a dozen to the list.”

  “Sure thing,” he replied. Pouring a round of juice, Van asked the group, “So who has what going on this morning?”

  “Well, since you’ve offered to tend to our food requirements, I’m going to hang around the house,” Mel said. “The gardens need a little attention.”

  As Calen scooped a second helping of scrambled eggs, he groaned his discontent. “It’s my day to mow the lawn, so that’s my morning shot.”

  “I’ve got to head over to the building site in Oakdale Heights,” Jake announced. “The new roofer my dad contracted wants to get started ASAP, so I told him I’d meet him there this morning.”

  “I thought they couldn’t start on your company’s project till the end of the month?” Philip asked.

  Setting his glass on the table, Jake shrugged. “The owner called me Friday to say he was leaving half his crew to finish up at the other site and wanted to get started on our job. I’m not complaining. With a three week jump, Dad’s sure we can bump up several closing dates. This would be nice, since we’ve got a couple of really anxious new homeowners chomping at the bit to move in.”

  “Good to know,” Philip said, nodding. “We’ve got twelve complete kitchens and baths stacked in the shop ready for installation. I’ll let my dad know we’ll be able to install them sooner than first projected.”

  “That just leaves, what, another twenty to go?” Mel teased, knowing how hard Philip and his dad had been working.

  A deep chuckling erupted in the kitchen, making her shiver and her nipples taut.

  “Yeah, that’s about it,” Philip replied and started stacking empty plates. “As much as Dad enjoys working on his own, putting a little piece of himself into each and every cabinet he designs, I think we’re going to need more help. I keep reminding him I’m only one guy. He’ll never admit it, but this is a big project for just the two of us.”

  “Are you going to be able to fulfill the contract?” Mel asked. Her voice carried her concern.

  “Oh, sure, yeah,” Philip answered, stroking his thumb over the back of her hand. “It just means I’ll probably have to work late and on weekends till we’re finished. But we’ll make it.”

  “Well, count me in,” Calen offered, passing his empty plate to Philip. “I’ll lend you a hand.”

  Tossing back the rest of his apple juice, Van nodded. “Yeah, me, too.”

  “Well, is there something I can do?” Mel inquired, standing up to start clearing the table. “I’d like to help.”

  The four men exchanged glances of amusement. Four belly laughs filled the kitchen as Mel’s face fell.

  “Oh, you think it’s funny?” She scowled. Pointing her finger at each one of them, she growled. “The last time I did that, it took almost a week to get the paint out of my hair.” Glaring at her four lovers she added, “That’s not fair! I end up with more fucking stain and paint on me than the damn cabinets do!”

  Jake, Van, Calen, and Philip only laughed harder.

  Unable to control the giggle threatening to burst free, Melanie picked up the stacked plates and
turned away from the men. “The four of you are really fucking funny,” she snickered. “My funny, funny men.”

  * * * * *

  Exiting the back door, Mel tilted her face toward the bright sun, soaking up the warm rays. A gentle breeze caressed her skin, carrying a hint of lilac.

  Once inside the shed in the far corner of their yard, Melanie collected a basket of handheld yard tools Mrs. Bradshaw had given her some eighteen months earlier. Grabbing a bucket of plant fertilizer and the box of food for the roses, her thoughts wandered to the woman she’d became attached to in the brief time she’d known her.

  Mrs. Bradshaw had been an elderly neighbor who had dedicated countless hours teaching Calen and Van basic gardening techniques. She had become a somewhat semipermanent fixture in her lovers’ yard over the five years before Mel moved in. Her kindness had readily been reciprocated. The men kept her grass mowed each week and were more than happy to help her out with general repairs around her home.

  After Melanie had moved in, Mrs. Bradshaw’s twice-a-week visits became three times a week. Mel welcomed every visit and found she looked forward to spending time with the older woman. Although fully aware the five of them lived together, their neighbor had never meddled into their personal affairs.

  Sadly, after the five of them helped to celebrate Mrs. Bradshaw’s ninety-fourth birthday, she’d passed away a couple of days later. The five of them grieved as if they’d lost a member of their own family. As far as any of them were concerned, with regard to their emotions and feelings toward the woman, they had. Mrs. Bradshaw had filled a void in Melanie’s life, and although four months had lapsed since her passing, the pain Mel felt at missing her was still great.

  Wiping away the trace of a tear trickling down her cheek, Mel smiled and exited the shed.

  As she walked across the lush green grass toward the garden along the back fence, Calen whistled. Glancing over her shoulder toward the sound of the lawnmower, Mel set her basket at her feet, and dropped her shorts to wiggle her bare backside at him.

  “You’re such a tease,” he hollered above the rev of the engine.

  With a casual shrug, she blew him a kiss and righted her shorts. Picking up the basket of gardening tools she set about her task.

  Several times over the course of an hour, she felt the weight of Calen’s stare. It amazed her that after two years together, the four of them still had the ability to render her senseless with just a look. Then combined with the electric jolt of their touch, the feel of their mouths on her, their thick pleasuring flesh pounding inside her -- kneeling in front of a garden bed, a violent shudder moved through her at the thoughts.

  Ever since their first weekend together two years earlier, her body was in a constant state of arousal. And to her delight and increasing desire, there were no signs the interest of her four lovers was fading anytime soon.

  Often, she found herself thinking of that night in the Taboo Delights nightclub, when the four announced their intentions regarding a permanent relationship.

  “The four of us love you. We all want to be with you, and we’re willing to do so under your terms. Caleb and Van have their room. Philip and I will have our room. And you will have your own room.” Jake had told her.

  “If you want company in your bed, Melanie -- you alone will decide. Well, within reason.”

  Van had chuckled huskily. “Because we all enjoy fucking you, tasting you, touching you, and, well, to be honest, baby, you’re going to have to keep your door locked when you want to be alone.”

  She knew at that very moment she was a goner. Not once in the two years since becoming a family had she slept between the sheets of the king-sized bed in her room.

  Never in her wildest dreams had Mel ever thought her life would be so perfect.

  Although tending to his chore of mowing the lawn, Calen’s eyes focused on Mel’s every sexy move as she wandered around the yard. She loved tending to the handful of flowerbeds adorning the fence around the property and he enjoyed tending to her. It didn’t matter what activity Melanie engaged in, he gained immense satisfaction in watching her.

  Mel completed his and Van’s union in a manner neither of them realized they’d been missing until they had it. The two of them loved her fiercely, and Calen knew Jake and Philip felt the same toward her.

  Calen felt very fortunate that throughout his teens and into his adult life his family had been supportive regarding his sexual orientation. Having been raised with the philosophy of “live and let live,” when he and Van began dating in their midtwenties, Calen’s parents accepted Van as one of their own. They were delighted when he and Van moved in together, declaring themselves “life partners.”

  Five years later, their life together took an unexpected turn. For the better.

  After Melanie moved in, Van insisted on a family meeting, to include every member of the four clans. As supportive as each individual family had been over the years, there was apprehension on Calen’s part regarding broadcasting the relationship they were embarking on. He wasn’t ashamed, but how they were proposing to share their lives was strange, to say the least. The fact that four men in committed gay relationships were intending to share a home, their lives, and a woman, was no doubt going to draw a ton of questions and concerns, and quite possibly negative reactions from outsiders. Not that Calen ever gave a shit as to what anyone thought of him, or his relationship with Van, he just never wanted Melanie to be put in an uncomfortable position with regard to their situation.

  The others concurred with Van’s desire to take their relationship into the open. As strange as it would appear to the outside world, the men had no intention of living the rest of their lives as a lie, behind closed doors. Melanie wasn’t going to be their “dirty little secret”; she was the woman who fulfilled them, made them stronger emotionally, and they wanted the entire world to know of their love for her.

  Without question or hesitation, Melanie had been welcomed into the fold and the love of their family grew deeper. She fit right in, as if she’d been there all her life. As if joining had been their destiny.

  Their family was now complete.

  Life just doesn’t get any better than this, he told himself.

  As he watched her, the luscious curves of her body drove him near insane. Her movements carried sensuality she had no idea she exhibited. Or maybe she did, he mused. There was a natural ability within her that seduced him, keeping his cock semihard and ready to go at any given time.

  He ached to touch her when he couldn’t. The taste of her skin, her essence, gave him life. Everything about her made him fall in love with her over and over again. The playful side she tried to hide kept the four friends on their toes. She was sensitive and caring to a fault.

  Beside the rose garden, he noticed Mel stand and turn toward the shed in the far corner. In an instant, the color drained from her beautiful face and her body swayed.

  “Shit!” he cursed aloud. Releasing the handle of the lawn mower, Calen called out, “Melanie!” With the velocity of a cheetah, he closed the twenty feet separating them, catching her in his arms before she crashed to the hard ground.

  Perspiration poured off her and he had trouble interpreting her incoherent muttering. Scooping her in his arms he hurried across the yard to the pool, kicking his sneakers off. Fully clothed, he stepped down into the cool clear water, and settled on the third step with Mel on his lap. Cupping his hand, he scooped the water, pouring it over the back of her neck and shoulders. Her body trembled against him.

  The thumping in his chest was difficult to ignore as the concern for his woman took over.

  “Mel, baby.” Calen’s voice cracked as he peeled the wet T-shirt she wore over her head. “You okay?” Tossing it aside he eased them down another step. “What the hell happened?”

  “I don’t know.” Her voice quavered and her eyes remained unfocused. “I guess…maybe I just stood up too fast.”

  Smoothing a wet hand over her cheeks, forehead, and throat, he
leaned in, brushing his lips along hers. “Are you sure that’s all it is?” he asked, searching her face for assurance. The shuddering of her body diminished and her breath grew even. After working her shorts over her hips and off her legs, he tossed them atop the discarded wet T-shirt. “You went white as a sheet,” he stated, working her bra straps down her shoulders. “Scared the hell out of me.”

  A giggle escaped her lips. “If you wanted me naked, all you had to do was ask.”

  The sexy smile she gave him sent a jolt through his groin and his cock sprang to life. His Mel was back. Pleased to find her color returning and her green eyes again sparkling, Calen relaxed, exhaling a breath he’d been holding.

  Leaning in to him, Mel pressed her lips to his, her tongue probing to gain access. Parting his lips, Calen allowed her to taste him. Shifting, Melanie straddled his thighs and his hardening shaft restrained in his shorts pressed against her center. Slender fingers fisted in his hair as she feasted on his mouth.

  As much as he enjoyed having his way with her, Calen derived even greater pleasure in allowing Melanie to take the lead in their lovemaking. His cock grew painful as his fingers dug into her shapely hips and slid around to cup her buttocks. Massaging the globes in his palms encouraged her to rock against him, teasing the thick flesh begging to find satisfaction inside her body.

  Within her mouth, he tasted desire from the carnal fires smoldering inside. Stroking his hands the length of her back brought a shiver from her body. Cupping her breasts in each hand, he savored the weight of their fullness in his palms. Rolling the stiffened peaks of her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers made Mel groan deep in her throat.

  The events of a few minutes before resurfaced and he gripped her shoulders, pushing her away. The pout of her full bottom lip near had him shooting his load in his shorts. Jesus, she knew just how to work him.

  Actually, he’d seen this technique before -- she knew just how to work all four of them.