Double Daddy Trouble: A Groomsman Menage

by Violet Paige

  She watched in amazement as he poured the liquid in his hand and slid it over his enormous erection. She had no idea how he would ever fit in her body, but she’d do everything she had to, to accommodate him. She wanted him to fuck her.

  He took the edge of the bottle and ran it up her crack, dribbling the oil over her ass. He pushed a finger inside her, lubing the inside of her entrance.

  “Do you want us, Lily?”

  She nodded, looking into the depths of Jack’s green eyes. He held her gaze.

  “Look at me, sweetheart,” Jack demanded. His hand slid between her folds. He found her clit and massaged until the nub was as hard as her nipples.

  “So ready,” he whispered to Sawyer.

  Her hips moved under his direction. With every flick of his finger, she lifted her ass higher in the air for Sawyer to take.

  “I’m going to fuck your pussy into oblivion, tonight,” he promised. “I’ll fill you again. I’ll give you my baby.”

  “And I’ll fuck your ass, baby. You’ll want more. You’ll want us take you to this place every night. Where you’re fucked wholly and completely. Like you deserve. You deserve to be treated like a goddess. You deserve all of this.”

  She shivered and felt her juices run to her thigh. She’d never been so turned on in her life. Her body had never craved anything so viciously. She would melt from the inside out if they didn’t release her from the pent-up anticipation of everything they had talked about. Of waiting for the three of them to share tonight.

  “Remember what I told you today, baby. You have to relax. You have to let me in,” Sawyer’s voice was strong behind her.

  Jack teased her clit to the point of madness.

  “Please take me there. Please,” she begged. “I’m so ready for you both.”

  “You are.” Jack smiled. “We know you are. What you did at the wedding, stole my breath. God, I want to make this baby with you. All night.”

  She felt her heart fill with joy. She wanted it to. She wanted so many things all wrapped up in one.

  He looked past her and nodded to Sawyer. In that moment, she knew the three of them had entered into a deal they would never back out of it.

  This was their moment. Hers with the two men she had chosen to share her body with. Her men who would take a part of her ripe and virgin ass. The men who would have her last bit of innocence. A part of her she wanted them to have.

  “Spread her for me, J,” Sawyer groaned.

  “Look in my eyes and relax,” Jack whispered as he pulled her wide.

  She hissed.

  Her body seized with searing pain as Sawyer eased just the tip of his cock inside her. But before she could adjust he didn’t stop. With one slow thrust he breached the sacred barrier. He pushed past the ridge of muscles, pumping his full cock inside her.

  “Fuck, nothing has ever felt this good.” He pulled her hips back with a hard smack to meet his.

  “Sawyer,” she cried.

  Jack reached up to her chin. “Relax into it. Open up. Spread your ass for him. Wider. Much wider,” he urged. “Give yourself to him. The wider, the deeper he goes. The better you feel.”

  She’d never been filled so fully in her life. It was as if her brain turned off and her nerve endings took over. There was pain. There was burning.

  She hissed as Sawyer’s fingers dug into her hips. She didn’t know if she could keep going, but with his next thrust he sliced into her, turning the foreign feeling into cataclysmic waves of soothing heat. She reveled in the friction.

  “Oh yes,” she moaned, dipping her hips up and down, playing with the angles Sawyer could reach. Each stroke was beautiful and full.

  Jack palmed her tits, massaging his hands over the tight buds. “Sweetheart, you’re a fucking rock star. I need you. Open your pussy for me.”

  “Oh yes. Please yes.” She wanted more. If it was this delicious from behind, she couldn’t imagine how it would feel with pleasure under her too.

  She wiggled enough and as Sawyer withdrew, Jack slammed into her. She realized he had been patiently waiting his turn and he was at his limit. There was nothing slow and easy about his cock in this moment.

  “Oh fuck, she’s still tight,” he howled. “Fucking glory.”

  Lily was lost in the ecstasy. She was spiraling through blinding light. Every direction she moved was filled with an experience she’d never had. His cock filled her in a way that was like home—familiar and right. He pushed inside her, hilting himself against her walls.

  She threw her head back, reveling in the rhythm of the three of them.

  She knew to trust them. She knew they would take her higher and higher. They knew exactly what they were doing. Sawyer plunged deep in her ass, as Jack shifted her off his pulsing cock. Sawyer would in turn press her hips onto Jack’s cock as his dick slowly withdrew. Her back arched. It was beautiful. The cadence of their movements grew closer together. Each man was picking up his pace. The tempo built as their frenzy for each other escalated. She realized what was happening. What she wanted. What they wanted. They were going to fuck her at the same moment. Bury themselves inside her together.

  “Oh, Oh,” she mewed. Her body wildly waved between them like a seesaw. She bounced her tits on Jack’s face as he pushed her toward Sawyer then shoved her on his own cock.

  She clung to Jack’s shoulders. It was all happening so fast.

  “Oh God,” she moaned.

  “That’s it, sweetheart. Fuck us. Fuck us hard.”

  She clawed and gripped when the climax came for all three of them. She felt stretched and pulled. So whole she thought she would burst into embers. There was fire in her core. Lava-like rawness in her ass. Her blood was on fire and she was pulsing and moving, trying to find a release.

  “Sawyer! Jack!” she screamed their names as the orgasms split through them all.

  She bucked wildly, feeling the apex of her climax spin her off the planet.

  Sawyer sheathed himself full in her ass before he emptied himself inside her. She closed her eyes, reveling in what he gave her. Then they popped open when she looked down and saw Jack’s orgasm wrack him. He pumped. One. Two. Three. And his release was hilted deep in her pussy.

  Sawyer held her hips as he rolled her on the bed next to Jack.

  Sawyer kissed her neck.

  “Say something, baby. Are you ok?” He was still firmly inside her. It was overwhelming how much of her he had taken.

  “I’m ok,” she whispered.

  “You sure?” Jack asked.

  She nodded. “Will it always be as good as this?” she asked.

  Jack laughed. “Always.”

  “Maybe better,” Sawyer added. “Your ass is so tight, baby. It will feel better in a few days. We can do this again. Are you sure we didn’t hurt you?”

  She suddenly realized how sore it was. Sawyer’s cock started to slide from her and she felt the twinges of pain. She couldn’t pretend it didn’t hurt. It hurt like hell. But it hurt so good. An erotic pain. Something daring and exotic. She had done something incredible with her body. She had pushed herself to feel good. To find pleasure in the forbidden. And it was worth every prickle of pain she had.

  “I’ve never felt this amazing in my life. I swear to you.”

  “That’s what we want to hear, sweetheart.” Jack rested a hand on her hip.

  She rolled on her side to face Sawyer. “But if we do it more, does that mean you won’t like it as much?”

  His laugh filled the room. “You really are like a virgin. No, I’ll love it just as much as the first time. And Jack wants some too, don’t forget.”

  She rolled back over. “You do? I’m confused. I thought you had assigned parts or something.”

  Jack smirked. “You are damn adorable. I love your pussy. But I want that ass. And you’re crazy if you don’t think Sawyer isn’t going to fuck your pussy just as hard. We both want to put a baby inside you. We both want you dripping with our come from every hole.”

  “Oh my
.” She held her breath. “I thought it was always this way.”

  “No. It’s whatever we want to do. We each have preferences, and you saw that tonight, but we like every part of your body.”

  She giggled feeling silly. Of course, it would work that way. Suddenly she was hot again thinking about it. Changing positions. How would it feel to see Sawyer under her? His dark smoldering eyes staring into hers while Jack guided his cock in and out of her ass. Were there other positions they would try?

  She remembered some of the angles she had seen online during her research. They could both be inside her lots of different ways. She wanted to try every last one.

  Her nipples perked.

  She knew it wouldn’t be tonight. Her body was beyond exhausted and she was sore. But maybe the next time. It put a smile on her lips.

  She curled against Jack’s chest. Sawyer’s hand rested on her hip and they fell asleep.

  Twenty-Nine

  Lily

  The next morning Lily wandered downstairs. Sawyer was making another huge breakfast for them.

  “Good morning.” She smiled at her men.

  Jack handed her a cup of coffee and kissed her with possession. “Good morning. How’d you sleep?”

  “Like a Lily sandwich.” She giggled.

  “My favorite kind.” Sawyer flipped pancakes on the griddle.

  “What time do we have to leave today?” She sat at the table. She didn’t want the weekend to be over. She didn’t want to fly back to Chicago. She couldn’t imagine leaving this place. She wasn’t the same woman any more. Last night had changed that.

  She had explored herself in a new way. Maybe she had always been this sexual goddess. She felt strong and powerful with two men who worshipped her body.

  Jack rested his tablet on the table. “We can fly back tonight if you like.”

  “As late as possible.”

  Sawyer brought over a plate of hot pancakes. “I’ll let the pilot know.” He turned her lips up to catch a kiss. “How do you feel?”

  “Like the luckiest woman in the world.” She smiled.

  He laughed. “No. I meant your body. Did we hurt you?”

  “Oh.” She didn’t want them to know she was sore. She didn’t want to turn down the chance for more of last night.

  “That sore, huh?” Sawyer looked at her.

  “No, I’m perfectly fine.” She made her voice an octave higher than usual. “I feel like there is magic under my skin or something. I can’t explain it.”

  Sawyer paused with the spatula in his hand. “Baby, we know your body better than you do. You can’t hide things from us.”

  “Oh, all right. I’m a little on the sore side. But not much. Besides, I like how it feels. It reminds me of what we did. And I love what we did.” She smiled.

  “Unacceptable,” Sawyer stated. He looked over at Jack knowingly.

  Oh shit. She was suddenly worried. Had she done something wrong? Was she damaged in some way?

  Jack pushed her chair back from the table. “I think we can help with that.”

  “Wait, what are you doing?” A ripple of panic worked its way through her.

  Sawyer lifted her from the seat. “Don’t worry this will only take a second and then you can have your breakfast.”

  “I’m not worried about breakfast. What’s happening?” she squeaked.

  He laid her on the kitchen counter. Jack peeled her satin panties from her legs.

  “Wait, what?” But she was already breathing heavily and her heart beat was erratic.

  Jack’s tongue plunged between her legs and began to lick gently before another protest rose from her throat.

  “Ohh.” She smiled, relaxing into his naughty kiss.

  Sawyer covered her mouth with a kiss. Her legs fell open. Jack circled her clit before sliding his tongue inside her. The heat felt so good. So soothing. Sawyer took her hands over her head, kissing her deeper and more passionately.

  “Are you sore somewhere other than your pussy?” he growled.

  “Yes.” She nodded, staring into his eyes.

  He walked to the end of the counter and Jack traded spots with him. He walked toward her, planting a kiss on her lips. She tasted herself on his tongue. Sawyer’s hands lifted her hips from the counter as his tongue ran over her tender forbidden zone. It was aching from his touch. He lapped generously, coaxing a moan from her.

  “Feels so good.” She exhaled between Jack’s kisses.

  “Relax and it can feel better,” Sawyer reminded her.

  She let go and opened herself to him. His tongue was like a warm ray coating her with hot light. He pressed his tongue deeper.

  Jack stood up, gazing at her. He loosened her robe, slipping it off her shoulders.

  “I want to come all over your tits, love.”

  She nodded.

  He shrugged his pajama pants off before climbing on the counter and straddling her. He pressed his erect cock to her lips.

  She inhaled him. She loved sucking his dick.

  Sawyer’s tongue eased into her swollen pussy before returning to her backdoor.

  Her eyes rolled back in her head. It was complete ecstasy. Jack in her mouth. Sawyer fucking her with his tongue slowly and gently. They each took their time. Their hands massaged and caressed her. Each was careful to only dole out thrusts of gentle pleasure.

  She heard Sawyer’s grunts and realized he was fisting himself while giving her pleasure.

  The orgasms cinched them like dominos. Lily felt hers ripple through her as Sawyer pumped faster. She exploded around him, squeezing his tongue with all her power.

  “Fuck, baby.” He moved, slicing his cock between her folds, careful not to penetrate her pussy as his come exploded from his body. At the same time Jack pulled back and covered her tits in his release. He emptied himself on her, panting. His brow dripped with sweat.

  Lily’s eyes closed. She felt sated. Soothed.

  “How do you feel now?” Jack asked.

  “Can we do that again?” She looked at them.

  They both laughed, trying to catch their breath. “After breakfast, love.”

  Jack got a towel for her and a new robe. Once she was cleaned off, Sawyer returned her to the kitchen table.

  He leaned toward her ear and whispered, “You are insatiable.”

  She smiled and took a bite of her pancakes, letting the moment of triumph wash over her.

  Thirty

  Lily

  “You know I’m sorry Jack’s not the one on the walk with you.”

  Lily looked up at Sawyer as they hiked through rows of grapes. “Why do you say that?”

  “He knows all this shit. I’m the silent partner in the vineyard. This isn’t my area.”

  She laughed. “I like walking. I don’t have to know everything about the estate.”

  “Good.” He threaded his fingers through hers. He had warm strong hands. She leaned her head against the bottom of his shoulder.

  “But you could tell me some other things,” she answered cautiously.

  “Like what?”

  She twisted her lips together. “I want to know more about you. I feel like Jack is an open book. He’s told me all about his parents, the divorce, all the college stories, but you. You.” She gazed into his eyes. “You’re a guarded mystery, Sawyer.”

  “And that bothers you?”

  “I already feel closer to you than I thought possible, but I want to know you. The real you.”

  He stopped walking. They had reached the top of a hill. They could see the house behind them. Jack had been caught up in a stockholder problem, he had offered to handle for Sawyer.

  “It’s not easy for me. I’m not like Jack.”

  She pressed her hands on his arm. “And I love that about you. You two are so different. You give me everything I could ever want. I see that. I feel it.”

  “And that’s not enough?”

  “It’s enough. More than enough. Last night, Sawyer…”

  He pulled
her roughly toward him. “You don’t have to say anything.”

  She nodded. “I do. I’m not the same woman now.” She was fighting the tears back. They were ready to spill from her eyes.

  The emotions were still new and fresh. Everything was doubled because the experience was double the pleasure and twice as much power.

  “What you gave to me last night was fucking amazing, Lily.”

  His lips collided with hers as his tongue lashed wildly in her mouth. She moaned into the kiss as his arms tightened around her.

  “I’ve never felt so purely adored in my life,” she whispered.

  He brushed the hair from her shoulder. “Good. We want you to feel that way.”

  They continued to walk, meandering along the trails. Sawyer plucked a few grapes to feed to her.

  “Yum. No wonder the wine here is so good.”

  “Again, you have to ask Jack about all of that. He knows everything about this damn place.”

  “Why here? Why Napa?” she asked. “Best grapes I guess?”

  Sawyer was more quiet than usual. “I used to come here as a kid.”

  “You did?” She knew there was surprise in her voice.

  He nodded. “Family vacations every summer. My mom loved it. My dad would plan out this entire romantic picnic for her and bring her up when my sisters and I were asleep. The house used to be a hotel before Jack and I bought it.”

  “You have sisters?” She almost choked on a grape.

  “I do. Three, actually.”

  This was good. He was opening up. Telling her things about his life. Sharing with her things she wanted and needed to know. She was connected to this man forever—she had no doubt, but the details still had to be filled in.

  “It’s the reason Jack pushed us to buy the vineyard. He knew it had memories for me.”

  “Memories? Does your family still visit the vineyard?”

  His eyes grew darker. “No. My mother died when I was in high school. My dad stopped coming here. The family trips stopped.”

  “Oh, Sawyer. I’m sorry. I know it sounds useless because people say it to me all the time when they hear about my parents, but I’m truly sorry.”