by Rose, Dahlia
“Fuck me please, take me now!” Kayla cried out. All reservation was gone and now she wanted to feel everything they had to offer.
Travis lifted her legs high and pressed them close to her stomach. She felt the tip of his engorged cock penetrate her and then with a long smooth thrust, he filled her.
“Goddamn darlin’, you are so damn tight.” Travis voce was harsh with pleasure.
He began to move with smooth, deep strokes and all she could do was hold on in the torrent of ecstasy that assaulted her.
“You like that don’t you, Kayla. You like him fucking you deep while my hands are all over you,” Sam whispered in her ear. “You want us both to take you at the same time, don’t you?”
His dirty words and the pleasure that was infusing her had her reeling. “Yes, God yes, I want you both!”
She screamed both their names when Sam pulled her nipple back between his lips and it was his hand that now rubbed her clit as Travis fucked her. “I’m going to come now, now!” She felt her body release a gush of fluid when her orgasm took hold. She didn’t know it could be like this, that pleasure could drive you to the brink of madness.
“Lift her, I’m going to take her ass,” Sam ordered gruffly. The need in his voice was evident.
“Baby oil in the tack room. I use it on some of the leather straps on the saddle,” Travis said. “Hurry up, man. She feels so damn good I want to just fuck her until I forget my name.”
Travis picked her up and she was impaled on his cock. They shared passionate kisses and he sat on the blanket with her straddled his waist. She couldn’t help but writhe against his cock, moving her hips in a seductive dance, enticing the pleasure to begin again.
“Baby, don’t move. You’re driving me crazy.” There was a plea in his voice.
“I want more of you. Make the aching stop,” Kayla whispered against his lips.
She looked over his shoulder to see Sam come out of the tack room. His cock glistened with the lubrication of the baby oil. When he passed by her, he grabbed her face and kissed her hard while Travis lay back against the blanket.
“Lean forward, baby. Give Sam access to that sexy ass of yours.” Travis said.
Kayla did what she was told, anticipating the feel of them both taking her. Travis began to move again, his cock pressing deep and making her cry out. Her breast was close enough to his mouth so he could take the nipple in his mouth, sending heat along the nerve endings and straight to her core. Travis stopped moving when Sam came up behind them and she felt the tip of his cock against the tight button of her ass.
Sam’s hand was on her back caressing her slowly as he pressed his cock into her and she shivered in response. “Relax, baby. I’m going to take this slow and easy. That’s it, just like that.”
Kayla lay pliant with Travis cushioning her weight. He kissed her gently, touching her with expertise while Sam slowly inched his way into her anus. He was trenching her and with Travis already inside her she felt full but in a pleasurable way. Sam groaned when he was completely inside her and she could feel him tremble while trying to exert control. Both men began to move, catching the rhythm, while one slid out the other trust in and the piston-like movements caused a delicious friction that made her moan in gratification.
“I want more. Give it all to me,” Kayla begged.
That unleashed the frenzied passion in all of them and the frantic pace of their need increased. The intensity of what she was feeling overwhelmed her. She called their names, pulled Travis’s hair so he would raise his head and kiss her. Each movement of their cocks inside her made her delirious with pleasure. She felt the familiar knot of her orgasm build deep within herself. Their guttural groans and harsh cries fueled her on to completion until she broke apart and came on a keening cry. Her release was quickly followed by them both. She felt their hot seed spill inside her with each thrust. Travis’s neck arched with the power of his orgasms and she felt his fingers clench on her thighs. Sam came so hard that he slumped against her and he braced his weight on his hands that were on either side of the blanket. They stayed like that for minutes until Sam moved and she felt him slip from her ass.
“I-I am beyond words. I didn’t know anything could be like that,” she said on a breathless sigh.
Travis moved and lay her gently on the blanket and she saw both men grin at her. Sam kissed her first then Travis took his turn after.
“Stay the night with us, Kayla,” Sam said.
“I’ve got work tomorrow,” she said with disappointment.
“Come back on Friday and stay the weekend,” Travis encouraged. “We’ll just have to miss you until you come back out here.”
Kayla smiled shyly. “That I can do, but I don’t have to leave right this minute.
“Great. We’ll make steaks for dinner, drink some wine and talk.” Sam grinned. “We can go up to the house and get clean.”
“Putting my clothes on seems like such a chore.” Kayla stretched like a cat while both men watched her. She could still feel the heat of desire in their gazes.
Sam lifted her easily. “Who said anything about clothes?”
With her in Sam’s arms and Travis close behind carrying their clothes. They went to the main house completely naked. Kayla noticed that the moon had risen while they were in passion’s haze, closed off from the world.
* * * *
Friday night while Kayla packed a small overnight bag, she couldn’t help but grin. After their frolic in the hay, she had drove back into town from Travis and Sam’s ranch around two in the morning and Sam drove behind her all the way to make sure she got home safely. Since then, she had flowers delivered to her house and both of them showed up with dinner on Thursday. Even though the yearning between all three of them was fierce, they held firm to the weekend plans and left soon after they arrived. She now had enough left-over steak in her freezer it could feed her for a week. Kayla pulled out a wispy black negligee that was an impulsive purchase a few months back. Who knew I’d get to use it, she thought and stuffed it into the bag. Seven years in January and she had dated at least three guys in that time but none of them she wanted to go the extra mile for. Travis and Sam were different, even though there was an extra person in the mix. They both took excellent care of her and no animosity or jealously ever came through. She wondered about the future, if she would find herself falling for one more than the other, or if one of them might move on or both? One day at a time, she thought with a smile, thinking of Sam’s advice.
Kayla zipped the bag and stepped out into the cool night and got into her car, taking the familiar route to their ranch. The lights to the main house flooded their driveway and when she parked the car, it was dwarfed by their big trucks. She pulled the overnight bag out of the back of the car and headed up the limestone steps, her heels echoing in the night. She stood outside the door and rang the doorbell. It opened instantly and Travis stood there smiling.
“You could’ve just come in.” His sexy country drawl rumbled in his chest when he pulled her into his embrace.
“That would be kind of rude,” Kayla said.
“Not to the woman that’s sharing our bed,” Sam said, coming up to the door. He deftly took her from Travis’s arms and pulled her into his. “We’ll make you a key on Monday.”
“You don’t have to do that,” she said, smiling at them both.
“Honey, this is your home, too. You’re with us.”
She could smell the clean scent of soap and aftershave against their necks when they both held her. They make it so easy to like this arrangement, she thought and teased, “Why do I feel saying, ‘how was your day, honey’?”
“I broke that stallion you saw out there in the coral.” Travis led her to the long sofa that faced the big stone fireplace.
“The magnificent black one?” she asked. Just thinking about his hard, lean body riding that tall beast turned her on. He would have to be firm, then gentle to break an animal, his hands are big and still so kind. She brought her
thoughts away from that subject and took the drink that Sam had brought over.
“Are you okay?” he asked curiously.
“Mmhhmmm.” She nodded and took a sip of the tart, vodka cranberry in the tumbler.
“We have the whole weekend, so we’ll take you riding, maybe in the valley,” Travis suggested.
“Our housekeeper left a pot roast in the crock pot. We can go eat in the kitchen,” Sam added.
“That sounds good. I’m starving.” Kayla smiled. “Let’s go eat.” Maybe if I stuff food in my mouth I won’t think about them fucking me right now. When did I become such a slut?
Sam led the way to the big, airy kitchen. Because it was made of stone, it was way cooler in that room. Great for the summer but right now it made her nipples hard and goose bumps were all along her arms. They ate and laughed and she sipped at her drink. She looked at both men and the great camaraderie they shared. That was why this was so easy for them. They shared a bond that went past friends into brotherhood. The meal was delicious and while she ate, she could still feel their hot gazes on her. It still made her think about being with them, how they touched her and made her scream with pleasure.
“I’m going to go to the bathroom freshen up.” She stood impulsively.
Both men did the same, using that country charm.
“I put your bag in the master bedroom where you’ll sleep. There is an adjoining bathroom,” Travis told her.
“Um, how does the sleeping arrangement work?” Kayla asked.
“The master bedroom has a huge bed. We can share it with you if you want or we can each take another bedroom and leave you alone. It’s your choice,” Sam replied. “It’s always been your choice, Kayla.”
She nodded, knowing that this was their way of giving her some control in a situation that could overwhelm most people. Like she said, they made it very easy to like them both. She took the bag and went upstairs. She dropped it on the bed and went into the bathroom. For a moment she stared at her reflection in the mirror. She never remembered having such a twinkle in her eye or a flush in her skin. She felt sensual and more like a woman than she ever thought possible. Two dominant men were hers. She went back to the bag she had and took out the sexy negligee before putting the bag on a chair in the corner. She threw caution to the wind and decided to seduce the two cowboys. She slipped it on quickly, cracked the door to the bedroom and plumped the pillow on the bed before settling back against them.
“Sam, Travis, could you come here a second please?” she called.
She heard two sets of footsteps coming up the mahogany staircase and Travis pushed the door open. The both stood in the doorway looking at her posed seductively on the bed. Kayla saw their eyes darken with desire as they stepped into the room and closed the door.
“I’m looking forward to riding tomorrow. Right now, I see two studs I’d like to break myself,” Kayla purred.
She wondered where her bravery came from to talk like that. She’d never done it before but somehow—with them—sexy came easy. They both began to strip quickly. Kayla grinned when Travis hopped around on one foot trying get his boot off. When they were naked, they moved towards the bed. Travis’s body made one side of the mattress dip while Sam came up on the other. Both their hands touched and caressed her from her neck down to her upper thighs in firm smooth strokes. They left a trail of fire in their wake and when Sam leaned down to kiss her, she was lost. She felt him move to lie on his side and pulled her close while Travis came up behind her. She could feel the hardness of his cock pressed against the curve of her ass and lips against her neck.
Sam cupped and fondled her breasts and she gasped in pleasure at his touch. Kayla moved her hand down to the jutting length of Sam’s cock and took it in her hand, stroking it lightly from tip to base. His tongue dueled and mated with hers but Kayla was never more aware of the other man behind her. She felt Travis lift her leg and his expert fingers began to play with her clit. She raised her hips and moaned into Sam’s mouth as fire shot through her loins. His long fingers penetrated her pussy and she couldn’t help but pull away and cry out.
“Oh yes, just like that,” she said.
Travis sunk another digit in her wet snatch while Sam hungrily sucked at her breasts. Travis worked his fingers in and out of her with fervor while her hips pumped against his hand. Her first orgasm rocketed through her suddenly, making her scream and clutch the headboard. The fever inside had returned and led to the desirable insanity that they helped her create. She turned quickly to Travis and got on her knees while her body trembled. She took his hard rod in her hand and wrapped her lips around the engorged tip before taking it into her mouth. He bucked beneath her like the horse he’d broken earlier. His loud groan of pleasure filled the room while he pumped his hips, sending his cock deeper between her lips.
Sam shifted her hips so he was behind her and slipped his cock into her pussy. Kayla thought the sensation of him fucking her from behind would almost driver her mad. While her desire grew to new levels, it reflected in the feverish way she sucked Travis’s cock. She opened her eyes to see his body taut against the bed and his fingers locked into the covers beneath them. His neck was arched and a throaty cry escaped his lips. Sam thrusts intensified until she could hear the slapping sounds as their bodies met. Travis pulled away from her roughly and she came hard, crying out Sam’s name as he sent her over the edge.
“Your turn to take that pussy again,” Travis murmured, helping her to lie on her side again while she tried to find her breath. “You want that, don’t you? To feel him fucking you again?”
“Fuck me, Sam, yes fuck me!” she cried out. He raised her leg while she was on her side and slipped his cock back inside her with a groan.
He lay still and she shifted restlessly. “Move, Sam, God move! Make me come!”
“Sssh, baby.” He stroked her back to calm her. “Let Travis take your ass, darlin’. Shhh, settle down.”
How could he ask her to settle down? She could feel the walls of her pussy tremble around his cock. She could see it in his eyes how much he wanted her, still he patiently waited while she was dying from the torture. She heard a drawer close and Travis settled behind her. His hand joined Sam’s, lifting her leg higher, and she felt his cock press against the sensitive button hole of her ass. Kayla felt him enter her slowly, stretching her and filling her until he was completely buried.
“Oh Jesus, she is so fucking tight.” Travis voice was raw with need.
“Please move, Sam. Travis, I feel…I need!” She clutched at Sam’s shoulder, slapping it to make her point.
Sam pulled out and thrust back in slowly and she whimpered in delight. Travis did the same and she moaned in pleasure when they caught the rhythm and moved simultaneously. She cried out and almost cried while the sensations rolled though her. Their pace picked up. Travis head was against her back and she could hear his hoarse groans. Sam took her nipple in his mouth and still she could hear his moans. She felt the spiral building, twisting in her belly, felt the heat radiate though her body until the tip of her ears tingled. She lost all conscious thought as she strove for completion and tumbled off the precipice of reality as her orgasm swirled through her.
“God, Kayla!” They called her name when they came and she felt their hot come fill her. Travis’s body shook behind her while Sam repeated her name over and over again. Their warmth chased away the chill and lulled her into her after glow.
“Do you want us to leave?” Travis asked a while later as they lay together completely sated.
“No, I want you both to stay with me and hold me tonight and every night.” She stoked her fingers through Sam’s hair and lifted Travis’s hand that lay against her thigh to kiss it gently.
“Good,” they said in unison and she laughed out loud.
They got up and cleaned up before slipping between the cool sheets. She had her cowboys, one on each side, caressing her gently and whispering words that made her feel cherished to them both. Three could make the
perfect number after all.
Mr. February
February was cold as hell along the pier in Boston, Massachusetts but inside one of the riverfront town houses in the Peabody Complex the party was jumping. Festive, multi- colored lights decorated the patio that faced the dark water of the bay but the wide sliding doors that led outside were firmly closed against the chill. Luke Carrington looked around the packed room. The guests were all there for him and his best friend, Rodney Phillips. Two of Boston’s finest in the police department who had taken down the biggest drug ring in the last ten years. Rodney had been hurt in the process, a shot in the arm and one in his side. Out of the hospital and with commendations under their belt, the get-together was neither of their ideas. It was all put together by Rodney’s little sister, Jade.
At thirty, Jade couldn’t be called little. She had legs that went on forever and dark skin that begged to be kissed. Her eyes were round and dark and sometimes when she stared at him, Luke felt like she was looking into his soul. Her full lips were quick to curve into a smile and because of her bohemian style, even in winter, the long skirts and tight tops she wore always showed off her magnificent curves. He recalled last summer when he took them all sailing, the long flowered skirt she wore was almost see-through and he could see her amazing legs. No, she was no child, and he wanted her like his next breath but stayed away because she was his partner’s sister. They were like family to him, the only one he had, and he didn’t want to breech that invisible line of respect.
