by Mari Carr
As she and Wy devoured each other and her hand pumped faster, Clay snuck the tip of a finger into her pussy. He rasped, “Damn, she’s tight.”
“Work her open.” Wyatt barked between kisses. “You’ll take her first. You’re not as thick.”
“But longer,” Clay defended his manhood. Literally.
Hope giggled, though Wyatt swallowed the light sound. Along with her gasp when Clayton nudged something that sent a zing of unpleasant sharpness along with the bubbles of ecstasy he manufactured with his skilled handling.
“Wyatt.” Clay turned still and serious between her legs.
“Don’t screw around.” The big cowboy grew more urgent by the second, riding her hand now, thrusting his hips up to meet her shuttling fist. “It’s been too long. She’s too sweet.”
“Wy,” he repeated. This time more firmly.
All three of them paused.
“What?” Wyatt’s impatience seeped into his snarl.
“Come here.” Clay curled his finger, making her imagine the internal massage he’d been attempting to give her just moments ago. She wished he’d shut up and get back to it.
“Are you kidding?” Wyatt pressed one last kiss to her lips, then to her breast before joining his roommate. “I thought you’d mastered finger-fucking in like fifth grade. You need help all of a sudden?”
“Shut up, asshole.” The more sensitive of the two fought back. “Feel this.”
Clay took hold of Wyatt’s good hand, then guided his friend’s index finger to Hope. She suddenly imagined she was the subject of a bizarre examination or maybe an alien abduction when Wyatt probed her while his partner looked on.
From here she confirmed neither of them had lost their hard-ons. That had to be a good sign. A deep exhalation followed her relief. The relaxation of her muscles allowed Wyatt to tunnel deeper. Again the stab of pain flashed between her legs when he attempted to burrow into her channel.
“You’re a virgin?” Wyatt reared back.
“Hope?” Clay climbed her body. He settled beside her, gathered her to his chest and caressed the side of her face when she didn’t answer right away. “It’s okay. You know, if you are. We don’t want to hurt you. Be honest.”
“I’ve been riding horses my whole life.” Her gaze darted around the room as she avoided looking at the two bulky men above her. Humiliation set her cheeks on fire. “Jade promised you wouldn’t be able to tell.”
“I damn well can feel there’s never been a man past this point.” Wyatt kneaded the barrier she hadn’t known she possessed. “Look at me, Hope.”
She hated herself for flinching first, but she managed to meet his stare after a few seconds.
“Tonight’s not the night,” Wyatt proclaimed.
“What? Why the fuck not?” She jerked, shoving herself against him enough to strain the proof of her innocence and cause another jolt to shock her system. “Haven’t I waited long enough? What’s wrong with me now?”
Wyatt retreated, leaving her empty and bereft. “Jesus, Hope. There’s nothing the matter with you. Don’t you get it? You deserve better.”
“What did I tell you about men making my choices for me?” Childish or not, she kicked out, catching him in the shin with her heel. “If you won’t do it, get the hell away. Let me out of here.”
Before she could bolt, Clayton smothered her protests. He settled over her like a security blanket, snuffing out the flames of her righteous anger. “Sweetheart, you’re even lovelier when you’re pissed.”
He disarmed her by kissing the tip of her nose. “No one’s saying we wouldn’t like to have you. Tonight or any other. It would be an honor. One of the greatest pleasures of our lives, I’m sure. Something like that is a responsibility too.”
When she attempted to object, he silenced her with a kiss. This time the exchange held a bittersweet edge. Careful tenderness tempered his aggressive lust. She hated it. Because she knew some dumb sliver of tissue between her legs had altered the way he saw her.
“When I think of what might have happened Monday…” Wyatt’s face had turned nearly purple.
“Stay with us, Wy. That’s done and over. But Hope, your initial run at lovemaking isn’t going to involve getting fucked fast and furious in the dirt.” Clayton agreed with his partner. “This time I’m going to have to side with Wyatt. You deserve way better than that. Candles and romance. Silk sheets. Permanence.”
“All I want is you. And you.” She pointed to each of them in turn.
“You’ll regret—”
“I know you’re not telling me what I’ll feel, right? I’m woman enough to make up my own mind. This is what I’ve chosen. How dare you tell me I don’t know myself after twenty-three years as well as you do after a few days?” She challenged either of them to argue.
Wyatt sat on his haunches. The pose did nothing to hide his still raging erection. Clayton’s similar state was obvious given the thick shaft resting heavy on her abdomen. “Clayton, fix this. You’re the talker.”
“I think this might be a situation better served by doing.” He smiled sadly.
Hope smelled victory.
Until she realized there were a lot of ways to fulfill his prophecy that didn’t involve penetration. Clay slithered down her body, pressing a trail of open-mouthed kisses to every bit of her he could reach. He worshipped her figure and stole her ability to debate.
There were worse things than letting him resume the impressive exercise he’d engaged in earlier. One last time, she opened her mouth, but Wyatt anticipated her and thwarted her objection by sinking over her on his knees. One pressed into the blanket on either side of her head. Suddenly, her entire world was made up of his heavy balls, his thick shaft and the plump head leaking pre-come between her breasts.
Before he could make a request, she reached up and returned him to her fist. Except this time she didn’t release him when she reached the top of his cock. Hope pulled him toward her by the dick, grateful he didn’t make her fight to taste him as thoroughly as Clay relished her.
Wyatt slipped between her lips. He painted his arousal across her tongue, feeding her the first real taste of man she’d had. Greedy, she sucked him in an attempt to coax more of the addicting flavor from him. Instead of the porn-worthy BJ she envisioned, she choked. The awkward angle drove him into the roof of her mouth then onward toward her throat.
“Slow down.” He lifted up a tad until she couldn’t take him all even if she strained her neck. “There’s no hurry. As much as I think I should, I’m not leaving and neither is Clayton. Not until we take care of you.”
Clay lifted his head long enough to observe her coarse motions, driven more by desire than any sort of finesse. “Wy, it’s not that.”
“What?” The big man she held in her mouth seemed dazed.
“I think she’s new to this too.” Clay rubbed her legs, telling her with his caresses that it was okay. “Help her. Teach her, like you taught me.”
“Is he right?” Wyatt went hard all over as his muscles constricted. “She’s so brave. A natural. Is that true, Hope?”
She nodded, loving the groan he surrendered when her lips and teeth knocked the top and bottom of his extra-firm cock. As implausible as she’d imagined it, he had gotten harder since she first put her hands on him.
“Help me coach her, Clay.” He slowly tipped onto his side, counting on his partner to rotate Hope in sync. Wyatt reached for his lover and Clay went willingly into Wy’s arms, angling his body so that they formed an equilateral triangle, each of them on their sides, mouth to cock or pussy.
Hope tightened the connection between her and Wyatt, not waiting for instruction to do what came naturally. She drew on him, traced the veiny ridges of his shaft and rubbed the flat of her tongue over the bulbous head of his cock.
Clay continued to rile her, this time burying his face in her saturated folds. He too tucked nearer. He bit her gently when Wyatt lunged, drawing Clay’s hips to him and swallowing his friend’s cock whole in one long draw.
/>
“Wy.” Clayton lifted his mouth long enough to curse. “Don’t teach her bad habits. Not at first. Let her enjoy this time.”
Wyatt freed Clay long enough to agree. “Take your mouth off me just a second, Hope. Trust me, I want you right there as much as you want to be there.”
“Watch him.” Clayton instructed before returning his full attention to driving her insane. How did he expect her to concentrate when he did that swirly thing with his tongue combined with the spiraling thing with his fingertip at her entrance?
She rested her head on Wyatt’s thigh, observing as he took a firm hold on Clayton’s cock. Wy hadn’t lied, Clayton was longer. They both were amazingly beautiful creatures. Her heart tripped knowing they held her between them. That they cared enough to make tonight good for her—a memory to last a lifetime.
Unconsciously, she tasted Wyatt again.
“In a minute, Hope.” Wyatt smiled at her. “Like this.”
He surprised her with his capacity for gentle loving. Opening his mouth, he first kissed the head of Clay’s cock. The erotic vision would never leave her mind. His square jaw and Clayton’s erection parting those lush, usually serious lips. Unforgettable.
Slowly—so very, very slowly—he drew the easygoing man into his mouth. Along the way he stopped to tease and torture with brushes of his tongue and soft sucks. He backtracked a bit every now and again before taking more.
Clayton increased the pressure of his mouth and hands. She tried to suppress the riot of ecstasy he granted, but when Wyatt’s lips finally rested on the slab of muscle at the base of Clay’s cock, she lost what little control she had.
Her body betrayed her and flew apart.
Hope screamed their names, asking for mercy or more, she didn’t know. She scratched Wyatt’s ass as she tried to get closer to him and her heels drummed on the floor of the barn. Horses shuffled nervously next door. None of it mattered. There was nothing she could do but soar on the currents of delight and relief they’d generated within her.
When she could finally see straight again, she struggled to catch her breath. Yet, instead of ending the party early, as she feared, her orgasm had Clayton kissing her sensitive flesh even as he cooed reassurance and praise. Wyatt did the same from where he’d finished his lesson and watched the annihilation of her boundaries instead.
“Can we do that again?” she asked, her pants making her sentences choppy. “Maybe tomorrow. Or the next day. Or every day.”
“How about right now?” Clay grinned before dipping down once more.
“Oh my God,” she shouted at the surplus of sensation. Wyatt was smart to keep his cock out of her mouth while she adapted to the deluge of rapture they instilled in her.
“Relax, Hope.” Wyatt reached toward her and she met him halfway, holding his good hand. “You’re beautiful when you come. If you concentrate, he’ll help you get there again. Soon. A dozen times, if you want.”
“I’ll have a heart attack before then,” she swore. “I want to do it to you.”
“No worries there, sweetheart.” Clay interrupted his pattern. “I nearly shot all over Wyatt’s face when you flooded my mouth. Do it again and I’m likely to lose it. And usually that’s enough to set Wyatt off too. With your pink lips surrounding him, he won’t stand a chance.”
She didn’t hesitate to practice the lesson Wyatt had provided.
If the happy gurgle he made was any indication, she figured she was doing something right. The thrust of his hips in a repetitive arc that matched the one she made across Clay’s face served as the final bit of evidence she needed to intensify her efforts.
Soon it wasn’t just her vocalizing the heady, addictive, amazing impact they were having on her nervous system. All three of them seemed to crest in unison, servicing one of their trio while accepting similar treatment from another. Linked, they shared in the experience.
Hope never wanted their session to end. She shouldn’t have been so hasty in dismissing the dozen climaxes they’d promised. Except she knew it wouldn’t be quite so appetizing without them flying right alongside her.
She moaned and Wyatt bulged in her mouth. Clay grunted against her pussy, sending shockwaves of desire through her genitals. Never had she craved something more than she wanted to come with them at that moment. Sharing this with them meant everything to her.
They got her and she got them. They were meant to fit together like this. She knew. She hadn’t been wrong. This could never be anything but absolutely right.
“Wyatt!” Her warning would have been completely unintelligible if they weren’t so in tune to her and she to them. He groaned and Clayton grunted. They were there, on the edge with her. For once, she wasn’t alone.
The pure bliss that percolated through every cell of her being with that knowledge set her off with the force of a meteor strike. She imploded beneath the release of energy that threatened to have them all going up in a mushroom cloud. At the pinnacle of her trajectory through rapture, cream poured from Wyatt’s cock, coating the roof of her mouth and encouraging her to suck him dry.
At the same time, Clayton first froze, then went wild, coaxing her into another mini-peak while he unleashed his own come down Wyatt’s throat.
Hope swallowed reflexively, drinking all Wyatt gave her even as he and Clay did the same for their counterparts. Together they melted into an interlinked blob of satisfied customers.
Someone jostled her from her sated trance when they flipped around. Clayton. He cuddled up to her back and kept the chill from reaching her now that perspiration cooled on her skin. Wyatt didn’t miss out. He joined them, facing his two lovers as he snuggled to her from head to toe. The weight of her breasts felt full and heavy where they pressed against his chest.
The guys draped their arms over her and the man beyond until they were laced into an unbreakable knot of limbs.
“You did great.” Wyatt kissed her long and slow before tipping her chin toward Clayton.
“So fearless. So talented. It took me a few tries before I could make him shoot that fast.” Clay winked at her. “You really must be top of your class, huh?”
“If I were the professor, you’d have aced my exam.” Wyatt grinned, then yawned.
“I can’t believe you did that after how sick you were yesterday.” She checked his face for signs of strain and found none, though his lids did droop.
“You’re the best medicine a guy could ask for.” He tried to smother another yawn, but neither she nor Clayton were about to let him off the hook. As amazing as this felt, she wouldn’t risk his health.
Before they could call the game, she extricated herself from their grasp and rooted around for her dress. Flashing her ass at them earned her a swat. She enjoyed the sting enough to do it again.
“Will you take me home?” She nibbled her lip, wondering if they’d mind Daniel and her cousins seeing them with her. “You could leave me at the end of the lane if you’d rather. But I have an assignment to do and class almost as early as you two have to be back here. Wyatt can’t skimp on sleep either.”
She stared at Clayton and he nodded.
“You’re right. It’s time to go home.” He got to his feet, yanking her close before tugging on his jeans. The kiss he laid on her lips was fierce and thorough. “But we’re not letting you traipse around in the dark. Are we, Wy?”
The other man didn’t seem as certain. After all, he’d sworn her to secrecy, hadn’t he?
“No, we’re not.” As if her safety wouldn’t win out above all else with him. “Let’s go. We’re lucky no one came looking for her in here.”
“You can thank Sterling later, I’m sure.” Hope smiled as the two cowboys shimmied into their jeans, which fit like second skin. “She likes snooty red wine.”
“Good to know.” Clay plucked a blade of hay from her hair. “Maybe Friday we could have you over for dinner, and you could tell us more about what you like?”
Hope glanced at Wyatt. He nodded slowly.
“I
’d love to join you. But let’s not tempt fate. I’ll do the cooking.” She darted out of the stall and toward their truck when they attempted to spank her. They gave chase, but let her win the race. No way would their long legs have trouble catching up…
Unless they were as uncoordinated as she felt in the aftermath of their loving.
“So how was your first time?” Sterling perched on the edge of Hope’s bed and played with her hair, finger combing out the knots. Her adventurous cousin had gotten home late. Third time this week. Maybe she was seeing someone too?
“Ask me in twenty years. Maybe I’ll have lost my virginity by then.” She pounded her fist on the down pillow she had tried desperately to fall asleep on for the past two hours, to no avail.
“Oh, Hope.” Her cousin unclenched the fingers trembling in her hold as she rescued the poor bedding from further abuse. “What happened? I thought for sure…”
“They realized I had no experience pretty quick. Up until then it was great, and the stuff after, I wouldn’t turn it down if they offered to do it again.” She sighed. “But full-out sex, they wouldn’t. Not tonight. Not in the barn. Maybe never.”
“Damn men with a sense of chivalry. Didn’t that bullshit die out a century ago?” Sterling knew just how to cheer her up. “Recreational sex between consenting adults is one of the few perks to being a grown up. It’s not all I’d imagined as a kid. Work. Bills. Worrying about our family and friends. Life is…a lot. Sex is the best anxiety reliever I know of. Can’t they just toss you a bang and move on?”
“I know, right?” Hope didn’t dare admit, maybe even to herself, that she had her sights set on a hell of a lot more than a physical exchange. As badly as her body wanted to revolt right now, Wy and Clay had endeared themselves to her even more with their show of tenderness and caution. Damn them.
They’d cared for her and refused to disrespect her, at least in their understanding of the world. She couldn’t truly fault them for that, could she?
“I’m done with chasing them, Sterling.” She sighed as she melted into her comfortable bed, less on edge once her mind was made up. “If they want traditional mixed with their ménage, then they’re going to have to come for me.”
