Lawn Boys

by K. Webster

  “Oh, God,” she moans. “I could come just like this.”

  I set a rhythm that matches the pants rushing past her lips. “So do it. I want to see your pretty face as you lose control.”

  Her head tilts back and she bares her throat to me. I want to make the purple mark darker, but for now I’ll settle for watching her as she reaches her orgasm. Her lashes flutter as her eyes close and her cheeks flush pink. She bites on her bottom lip as though she has the power to stop the pleasure. All it takes is a few more rubs against her in exactly the right way before she loses control. Her entire body shudders and a delicious sound I’ve never heard from her before rasps from her.

  “Anthony,” she cries out, her body weakening in my arms. “That was…”

  I attack her slender neck like I wanted to earlier and suck on the flesh near her ear. “That was fucking hot watching you come. I can’t wait to see that face again when you’re riding my big dick, teacup.”

  When I pull away, she’s grinning at me. Sweet and sexy as hell.

  “I like when you call me that.”

  “Good, because I like calling you that.”

  Shame washes over her as she averts her gaze, distant. “He used to call me cute names like that.” She swallows down her emotion. “Before he died.” Her nose turns pink and she sniffles. “I’m so silly. I’m sorry.”

  I ease her back down to her feet and cup both her cheeks with my palms, tilting her head up. “Losing your first love has to be crushing. Never apologize for that, Steph.”

  Her eyes are teary as she regards me. “It’s just…since you steamrolled into my life, I’m feeling things I haven’t felt in so long. They’re all good things, but it’s also a reminder of sad times.”

  “I’m going to make you happy,” I vow, my brows furrowed together.

  “Always so serious,” she says, her smile quirking up one side of her lips.

  “I’m serious about you.”

  Hope and happiness glitter in her blue eyes and I vow I’m going to do everything in my power to keep her that way. Fucking everything.

  Stephanie

  “Wow,” I say for the twentieth time since Aiden placed the plate in front of me. “This is really good.”

  Aiden’s cheeks burn bright pink as though he’s embarrassed. “I make it all the time for my family. It’s my dad’s favorite.”

  If my friend Anita knew I was eating chicken and bacon carbonara right now, she’d have an aneurism. Do you know what this will do to your thighs, Stephanie? Bad things.

  “I think I’ll have seconds,” I say, ignoring my friend, who clearly hates life.

  Anthony’s gaze meets mine—tender yet troubled. I’m alarmed by the expression on his face. He dishes out some more of the food and goes back to eating, his dark brows pinched together.

  “Is everything okay?” I ask.

  He lifts his gaze and darts it over to Aiden. When I look at his brother, Aiden regards me with puppy dog eyes.

  “How’s your nose?” I ask him. It’s slightly purple and a bit swollen but not as bad as I thought it would be.

  Aiden frowns as he sets down his fork. “It’s fine.” He peeks up at me from beneath his dark lashes. “Was I good? Last night when I was doing, um, stuff to you?”

  Oh, crap.

  We’re diving right into that talk over dinner.

  Anthony tenses from beside me.

  “Uh, yes, of course,” I chirp, my faux smile in place. He was good. I enjoyed both of them touching me. I feel weirded out and exposed, though, discussing it openly.

  He lets out a sigh of breath. “I want to try it on Alani, but I’m afraid she’ll think I suck.”

  Even inexperienced and unsure, Aiden did not suck last night. He easily got me off and I enjoyed every second.

  Anthony doesn’t say anything and starts shoveling in food like it’s his mission in life. I can sense he’s unhappy, but I don’t know what to say. Last night he was totally into what the three of us were doing. Now, it’s as though he’s agitated.

  “I’m sure she’ll like it, but if Damien finds out…” I trail off, trying not to sound like I’m the mother hen here. The thought is sobering.

  “He can come to me if he has a problem,” Anthony snaps, his fork clattering to the plate.

  Aiden and I both watch him in confusion at his sudden mood swing when he rises from the table and takes his plate to the sink.

  “He wants more practice,” Anthony says, his voice slightly cool. “My brother thinks he might be gay. He’s experimenting.” His expression appears tortured. “He wants to practice again on you.”

  Aiden groans in embarrassment. “It’s not that simple…”

  “It is that simple,” Anthony grits out. “I’m going to get started on the baseboards in the living room.”

  When he storms from the kitchen, both Aiden and I stand to go after him.

  “Just let him go,” Aiden mutters, sadness in his tone. “Anthony is self-sacrificing when it comes to me.”

  I frown. “I’m not something you can just practice on, Aiden. I’m a real person with real feelings.”

  Guilt flashes across his features. “I know that. I’m sorry, Steph. It’s just, after last night, I realized something. I’m not gay. I’m not necessarily straight either. However, if you were to invite me into your bed right now, I’m pretty sure I’d be straight with you.” He sighs as he begins hunting for a container to put leftover food in. “It was just nice to feel something other than guilt. I almost had a handle on my feelings.”

  His shoulders are tense as he stands at the stove with his back to me. I can’t help but walk over to him and hug him from behind to comfort him.

  “Anthony really likes you,” he says in defeat. “But I know my brother. If he thinks I like you too and it might help me to find myself sexually with you, he’ll sacrifice his own happiness to make that happen.”

  He turns in my arms so that I’m hugging him from the front now. His body is different than Anthony’s. Leaner and less defined but still strong. He swipes away a hair from my eyes. Tender and gentle.

  “Well, we won’t do anything,” I assure him. “Last night was fun, but I don’t want to hurt Anthony.”

  “Me neither.”

  We start to part when Anthony calls out from the living room. I pull away from Aiden and find Anthony sitting in the recliner with no shirt on. What has me breathless is the fact that his shorts are pulled down his thighs and his thick cock is in his grip. He appears almost angry as he strokes himself.

  “Take off your shirt, Steph,” he orders, his voice demanding. It sends shivers coursing through me.

  I peel my gaze from his to Aiden, who’s shaking his head at his brother.

  “No,” Aiden groans.

  “Yes.” Anthony darts his stare between us. Permission. He’s giving permission, but it’s killing him to do it. “Please,” he begs, his eyes finally landing on mine. Aiden was right. Anthony is self-sacrificing.

  I want Anthony and he wants me.

  But his brother also wants me—or at least to utilize me in order to find parts of himself that are confusing. My heart hurts for both of them.

  “Take off your shirt.” Anthony waves at me with his free hand. “Or better yet, Aiden, take it off for her.”

  Surprisingly, Aiden heeds his brother’s direction and his heat envelops me from behind. I shiver when he peels it up and off my body. His palms are tentative as he touches my ribs. I’m ticklish and I can’t help but giggle. The tension lessens at my laughter. Anthony’s eyes light up and he smiles at me.

  From behind me, Aiden unhooks my bra and tosses it away. His lips find the top of my shoulder and he kisses me sweetly. My nipples harden at his touch. I can’t look away from the way Anthony grips his erection. I lick my lips because I suddenly want to taste him. When I take a step forward, he shakes his head.

  “Aiden, undress her. Steph, I want you on the couch where I can see everything,” Anthony instructs. His voice is
commanding and domineering. Aiden and I both jolt at his order.

  “You’re so pretty,” Aiden mutters as he helps me pull off my shorts and panties. His palm reverently slides over the curve of my ass.

  Anthony tsks. “Fucking beautiful. She’s fucking beautiful.”

  “Yes,” Aiden agrees as his hands gently explore my naked flesh.

  Anthony stares intently at me, as if his brother doesn’t exist right now. I wish he’d ask me to come sit on his lap. I’d ride him and beg him to mark me more with his rough mouth.

  “Couch,” Anthony barks.

  I hurry over to the sofa and sit down in the middle. Aiden kneels down on the floor in front of me. His features are troubled as he pushes my knees apart. But the moment his eyes land on my pussy, he licks his lips. I look over at Anthony, whose eyes lock with mine. He strokes himself and gives me a small nod. I lean back against the cushions and let out a nervous breath. We’re doing this. I’m letting Aiden lick me so he’ll be good at licking the girl he wants to eventually have sex with. This is so wrong.

  “Maybe we shouldn’t—”

  “Shhh,” Anthony hisses out. “You should. You both should.”

  Aiden takes that as permission because his hot mouth is suddenly between my thighs. Soft licks feel like teases. He seems to know his way around on a woman enough, but he lacks confidence in it. Just like last night, he’s exploring, but I can tell he’s unsure.

  “Listen to her breathing,” Anthony instructs. “Watch her body movements. See? She just jolted. Whatever you did just now felt good.”

  Aiden repeats his motion and I shudder. I can’t take my eyes off Anthony and the way he lazily strokes his cock. So effortless. I find myself fixated on the way his veins seem to pulsate on his tanned forearm. How the muscle flinches and flexes with each movement. The tip of his cock glistens with pre-cum and I want to lick it off. I run my tongue across my top lip, letting Anthony know I want to do just that.

  When Aiden sucks my clit hard, I cry out, my fingers latching into his hair. He finds a delightful rhythm that has my eyes clenching shut. It feels so good but not quite right. I like Aiden, but I wish it were Anthony between my thighs. Once again, I’m with another man wanting to be with the brooding one sitting in the recliner.

  A warm, strong hand grips my breast and I snap my eyes open. Anthony is no longer in the chair but standing behind the sofa leaned over as he touches me. His heavy cock juts out in front of him and I am desperate for it. When I reach for it, he swats my hand away.

  “Focus on receiving pleasure,” he rumbles, his thumb and finger pinching my hard nipple.

  “I want you,” I whimper, my hand reaching again.

  He doesn’t deny me this time and I grip his length. Aiden continues to suck and tease, nearly sending me over the edge. I angle my head to invite Anthony into my mouth. A satisfied groan pierces the air the moment I wrap my lips around his dick. The salty taste only makes me starved for him. His long fingers spear into my hair as he encourages me to pleasure him more. With my nails digging into his hairy thigh, I begin licking and sucking his cock. It’s so thick it makes my jaws ache, but I’m desperate for it. I think from another angle, I could try and deep-throat him. For now, I settle for bobbing up and down over his length, letting my teeth gently scrape along his shaft. His sounds of pleasure have me growing wetter by the second.

  “Fuck,” Anthony curses. “Fuck, teacup, this feels good.”

  His pet name for me has my heart warming. I get lost in the sensations and soon I’m coming with a loud cry. My head jerks away from Anthony as I shudder in ecstasy. A spurt of wet heat splatters on my bare breasts and I look up in time to see Anthony’s head tilted back in pleasure as he fists out his release all over me. With his Adam’s apple protruding and his sculpted chest on full display, I decide it’s the single most beautiful thing I’ve seen in my life.

  I blink away my daze when Anthony speaks.

  “Are you going to fuck her?” The challenge in his voice has me freezing.

  Aiden pulls away from my pussy and glares at his brother. With his face glistening with my juices and an angry expression on his face, he almost looks exactly like Anthony. It makes my thighs clench.

  “No,” he snaps. “Who do you think I am?”

  I freeze and draw my knees to my chest as Aiden stands. His erection is evident in his shorts. I’m not sure what I want to do, but I don’t want to sleep with him, that much I do know.

  “You want practice,” Anthony says, “so practice.”

  “Fuck you,” Aiden sneers. “As if you’d let me fuck her anyway.”

  Anthony pulls up his shorts and rounds the sofa. He pokes Aiden in the chest. “Nobody is stopping you.”

  “Guys—” I start, but Aiden cuts me off.

  “Fine,” Aiden taunts. “I’ll fuck her so good she forgets who you are.”

  I gape up at him in horror. “Aiden!”

  Aiden shoves Anthony, but before Anthony can get back to him, I stand and throw myself into Anthony’s arms. “Stop this,” I demand.

  His gaze is hard as he glares at Aiden. I reach up and cup his stubbly cheek. “Anthony,” I murmur. “Look at me.”

  He finally meets my stare and the steel in his gray eyes is more pronounced than usual. “You’ve got my head all fucked up, teacup.”

  Aiden laughs from behind me. “That’s what I thought. I’m going to pretend you didn’t act like a total asshole tonight, big bro. Maybe tomorrow you can stop being a shit long enough to let us do some real work around this house. Until then, I’m going to go home. Bye, Steph.”

  When he leans in and presses a kiss to my shoulder, Anthony’s entire body tenses. Aiden laughs and soon I hear the front door shut.

  “What is with you tonight?” I question, my brows pinched together.

  Anthony blinks away his fury and frowns. “I’ve never let a girl come between me and my brother…” He trails off and sighs. “But fuck if I didn’t want to choke him to death for touching you.”

  “You made him,” I counter.

  “He wanted to,” he barks back.

  “Are you always this insufferable?”

  He sniffs at me. “I don’t like his scent on you.”

  Before I can chide him on ignoring me, he picks me up and hoists me over his shoulder like he’s saving me from a fire. I scream as he storms through the house toward the back. When we’re in my bathroom, he sets me down. His back muscles flex as he starts the shower. Then, he turns around, showing off his abs. He pushes down his shorts and boxers, giving me a prime view of his cock that’s hard again.

  Young men and their stamina.

  “Are you really going to wash his scent off me?” I say with a laugh. “Do you realize how alpha and possessive that is?”

  He prowls my way. “I just want you clean and all to myself.”

  I try not to melt when he gathers me into his powerful arms. It’s been so long since I’ve been held by a man who wants me with everything in him. I allow him to whisk me into the shower and under the now hot spray of the water.

  He’s diligent and focused as he washes my body. I take the time to study his handsome features that are softening now that his brother is gone. Anthony is completely correct. He’s all man. Chiseled, stubbly jaw. A tall, strong stature that towers over me. Biceps for days. His cock is certainly the biggest and most impressive one I’ve ever encountered. But it’s not just his looks. It’s the way he looks at me—as though I belong to him and he’ll stop at nothing to have me. I love seeing that in his eyes. Seeing fire for me.

  Me.

  Mom and grandma to a toddler.

  Old.

  “You’ve got the hottest body I’ve ever seen on a woman,” he says softly as he runs his fingertips over my breasts. “These are perfect.” He pinches my nipples before sliding his palms to my hips that are wider after having Lacy. “These are amazing.” His thumbs run along my stretchmarks that never went away—small silvery grooves as a reminder that
I once carried life in my body. “And these are gorgeous.”

  I lift my chin and meet his intense stare. “Really?”

  He smirks. “Fucking really.” His nose runs along mine and his lips hover closely. “I’m going to take you right here in this shower, teacup.”

  My body shivers at his words and he misinterprets that I’m cold. I’m gathered into his strong embrace.

  “I’m clean,” he assures me. “But I can go get a condom if I need to.”

  I shake my head. “I’m on birth control.” Not that I’ve had a use for it. “I’m clean too.”

  His manly sound of approval makes its way to my core. He grips my ass and lifts me. I’m eager to have him inside of me and wrap my legs around his waist. He fists his cock before finding my slippery opening. Our eyes meet as he inches it inside of me.

  “You’re going to be the death of me,” he utters, his penetrating stare boring a hole into me.

  I thread my fingers into his soaked hair that now hangs over his brows. The water droplets running down his face make me thirsty. I want to lick him all over.

  “Anthony,” I breathe, my voice almost whiny in nature. “I need you.”

  Instead of slamming into me, he teases me as he pulls me down on his cock until I’m completely seated. I haven’t had sex in over a decade, so him stretching me out to my limits has me tense and coiled.

  “Relax, teacup. Your body wants this.”

  I cry out when the cold tile touches my back. He laughs against my mouth. With my back resting against the shower wall, he’s able to fuck me like we both want. Rough and hard and desperate. His hips buck into me as though he’s a wild one running free. Uncontrolled and feral. All I can do is hold on. The pleasure running through me is so foreign that I get swept up in it. I kiss him with words I cannot say. Gratitude. Satisfaction. Need. I’ve not felt strongly enough about any man until Anthony came along and lit a fire under me. Now, all I do is burn for him.