by Laura Sutton
“So, what did the woman look like?” Gwynn asked. Jason was confused. He had been staring at her mouth, and he didn’t quite catch the question.
“Hmm?” he asked, the backs of his fingers now sliding down her check to her neck. Her skin was so soft and warm. He would kiss her today… right now. Maybe if she liked his kisses, then tonight at dinner, he and Dean could persuade her to kiss both of them.
“The wo-woman.” Her voice caught on her breath as his other arm wrapped around her waist and pulled her closer. Her hands gripped his shoulders tightly. She cleared her throat and continued. “The woman your father picked for you… what did she look like? What was wrong with her?”
He drug his eyes from where his hand was caressing her neck and looked into her eyes. Such a deep blue, now almost stormy in color from what Jason hoped was arousal.
She wasn’t you, his brain wanted to answer, but instead he said, “She was rail-thin, snobby, and rude to anyone she thought was beneath her, which was almost everyone. The final straw, I believe, was our third date. She screeched at the waiter because he brought her flat water instead of sparkling, and I knew I had to get away. The next day I signed up for the Army, and by the end of the week, I was on a bus for basic training. My father’s disapproving glance and threats to disown me are still fresh in my head.”
Her face and eyes became soft with understanding, and this time it was Jason’s turn to blush. Only Dean really knew what happened between him and his father, and it took them five years of friendship and a bottle of whiskey before he told him. With Gwynn, it had been one day, and he’d spilled all his secrets.
“Well, I know all about disappointing a parent,” she whispered, and Jason could feel her hands not only grasping his shoulders now, but caressing them.
“Gwynn, I’m going to kiss you now.” His voice was dark and husky, and before she could respond, he brought his lips to hers. They were soft and full, and she kissed him back a little shyly and unpracticed.
He pulled her in even closer so her breasts were crushed against his chest, and he took advantage of her breathy gasp to slide his tongue deep into her mouth. He kissed her like a pirate plundering an island. He took what she gave and demanded more. The feeling of her tongue sliding against his made his cock even harder.
He heard splashing and broke the kiss panting, and he leaned his forehead against hers.
“I seem to miss all the fun,” Dean said in his deep voice.
Gwynn tried to pull away from Jason’s arms, a bit panicked, but he didn’t let her. Instead, he dropped a quick open-mouth kiss to her shocked face and then he smiled, never taking his eyes away from Gwynn’s wide blue ones.
“Not all the fun, Dean. In fact, I hope we’re just getting started,” he told his best friend as he swam behind Gwynn. Dean then pressed up against her from behind.
“Is this okay?” Dean asked, his voice barely audible.
Gwynn nodded her head jerkily in acquiescence, and Dean began kissing and sucking on her neck while Jason attacked her mouth again.
Nothing soft and sweet in those kisses. Those kisses were devouring. Jason wanted her. He wanted Gwynn’s perfect mouth wrapped around his cock while Dean was buried deep inside her, fucking her into oblivion.
He stopped kissing her and delighted in her aroused gaze. Her pupils were blown wide with want, surrounded by the smallest bit of dark blue. Her skin flushed red, and the tops of her breasts were moving enticingly with her erratic breaths.
“Do you want this, Gwynn? Do you want us? Do you want us as bad as we want you?” Jason asked as Dean continued to attack her neck and one of his hands came around to grasp her breast through her bathing suit.
Her eyes fluttered closed, and Jason watched Dean’s hand squeeze and pull at her nipple through the fabric.
Jason grasped her face and kissed her again, hard.
“Tell me you want this, Gwynn. Tell me you want us inside you.”
Her eyes fluttered open, and she said only one word.
“Yes.”
Dean
Dean enjoyed breaking temperamental horses. There was something exhilarating and powerful about exerting your will on an animal four or five times your size and teaching it what you know is best for it. Storm lived up to his name. He was ornery and temperamental and oh so powerful, but today, after weeks of work, Dean finally got the horse to follow his lead.
After three straight hours or riding and exercising Storm, Dean was hot and tired and more than a little worked up.
Yesterday and last night’s dinner with Gwynn had left him hard and aching, and he knew Jason felt the same way, even if they hadn’t really talked about it yet. He knew his best friend, and he knew Jason wanted Gwynn the same way he did. He knew Jason wanted to possess her, overwhelm her with her own passion, and the only real way to do that would be to share her.
All throughout dinner, Dean couldn’t help but think about her—her mouth around his cock while Jason drove her wild with his tongue deep in her pussy.
At one point last night, he thought he would cum right in his pants. They had finished eating, and before retiring to the living room for a little friendly conversation, Gwynn insisted on helping to clear the table. He turned, and she was bent over the table, her round, lush, plump ass on display. Her long sweater had ridden up and her black leggings left nothing to the imagination. He could imagine how soft and perfect her ass would feel against his hard cock… how perfect it would feel to bury his cock in her tight little asshole. He could see it in his head—his cock fucking her ass while Jason buried his cock in her pussy while she moaned and squirmed in ecstasy.
Dean wanted to make Gwynn lose all her endearing shyness and come apart in their arms.
She would only be here for four months, and he couldn’t expect a woman that bright with so much future ahead of her to stay out in this hidden oasis he and Jason had built, but maybe for right now, they could have a piece of her—share a piece of her. And right now is really all he expected from most people. Everyone left eventually. That had always been Dean’s experience.
Dean left the stable hot and aroused, and he knew he would be useless feeling this way until he worked off some of this energy. Maybe a swim in the pond would be good. It would cool him down, and he could still work off some of the frustration that being so close to Gwynn without fucking her had brought on.
As he made his way to the pond, he could hear splashing water and voices, and a feral smile spread across his face. Jason and Gwynn must have had the same idea as him. He approached the pond and could see Gwynn and Jason smiling, Gwynn in Jason’s arms. They had the right idea, he thought.
Imagining Gwynn wet and slick under his hands while Jason kissed her made his cock hard again. As he finished getting out of his clothes, Jason kissed her, and it made him a little jealous that Jason was the first to taste her lips, but it was also so hot to just watch her as she melted against Jason, throwing herself into the kiss.
They broke apart as he waded toward them, knowing they probably heard him.
“I seem to miss all the fun!” he called out as he got closer and made his way behind Gwynn. She seemed like a nervous colt in his presence. That was okay. He and Jason would calm her down and make her feel good, he thought.
“Not all the fun,” Jason replied with a wink as Dean swam up behind her and placed his arms on her sun-warmed shoulders. Her skin was smooth and soft under his rough, calloused hands.
Gwynn’s blue eyes bounced between Jason and Dean, and she nodded her head twice, which was all the permission Dean needed.
He was already hard when he pressed his body to hers, his hands squeezing her shoulders slightly, his mouth on her neck, but he wasn’t pressing his hard cock into her full, perfect ass yet.
Jason kissed her again, and Dean took the opportunity of her distraction to attack her neck with his mouth. Kissing and biting, marking her as his—as theirs. Theirs for the moment at least.
As Jason was kissing Gwynn, Dean b
rought his hands more into play, unable to keep from touching. He wanted to go slow, to ease her into it, into the pleasure he knew he and Jason could give her. But he needed to touch her. Her body was calling out to be touched. Dean slid his hands down over her shoulders, enjoying her warm, soft, wet skin, and then around the front of her modest blue bathing suit to her large, heavy breasts. Even through the material of her suit, they felt amazing. He squeezed them, enjoying the weight in his hands. He could feel her nipples harden under his palm through the material, and encouraged by her moans, he pinched and pulled at them, making them even harder, and making Gwynn groan into Jason’s kiss.
“Tell me you want this, Gwynn,” Dean heard Jason ask, Gwynn’s body still writhing in his arms, her breaths ragged and sharp with arousal.
“Tell me you want us inside you,” Jason demanded of her, and Dean held his breath waiting for her answer, his hands slowing their machinations on her breasts.
Finally, after what felt like an eternity to Dean, she breathed one word: “Yes.” And with that one word, he grinded his impossibly hard cock hard into her ass.
Jason’s kiss muffled her groan as Dean continued to torment her breasts and rocked his hard-as-steel cock in her ass.
He moved his lips up to her ear, nibbling on her earlobe as he slid the straps of her bathing suit down her arms, letting her breasts spill out and float on the surface of the water. Her lovely pale skin was practically shining in the late afternoon sun. Dean moved his hands up and covered her naked breasts with his hands, though his large palms were not quite large enough to hold both of her plump, round breasts at once.
“God, I’ve thought about this since I first saw you, Gwynn. You in our arms at our mercy, ready to be filled and fucked by both of us,” he whispered in her ear, and she could only whimper in reply because Jason was still kissing her, his tongue in her mouth.
“Do you like that, Gwynn. Do you enjoy knowing we both want you, that we both want to fill you up so full you won’t be able to take it?” He continued his words hot and filthy in her ear, and Jason moved away from her mouth.
“Answer him, Gwynn,” Jason said, his voice rough and feral.
“Yes, I like it. God yes, and I want it,” she said. Her head lolled back against Dean’s shoulder, and he took this opportunity to kiss her plump red lips, already swollen from Jason’s mouth.
He kissed her, demanding and deep, his tongue ravaging her sweet mouth. He swallowed her moans as Jason’s mouth sucked and bit her nipples, making their normal light pink color darker. Gwynn was pushing her ass and hips into his cock, and it felt so good.
“Oh, sweet girl, we’re gonna make you cum so hard right now,” he growled into her ear then slid his fingers between her legs and under her bathing suit.
She felt swollen, slick, and so fucking hot she thought she would burn him.
“OH GOD!” she practically screamed into his ear, and Dean chuckled a bit. If she was responsive from just a light touch of his fingers, he couldn’t wait to see her when his cock was buried to the hilt in her pussy.
He slowly rubbed the tip of his finger over her hard, swollen clit, and she practically vibrated with desire.
“You’re such a good girl, open and pliable in my arms. We’re gonna make you feel so good, sweet Gwynn. You're so perfect with your lush ass pressed against my cock. I can’t wait till we fuck you good and hard, but right now you’re gonna cum for us, aren’t you?” he asked, sliding a finger inside her tight, hot pussy. Dean had never felt a pussy this tight, and in the back of his mind, a question lingered, but she was moaning and panting, so he couldn’t think of anything but getting Gwynn off.
“Yes,” she moaned as Jason kissed her again. Dean watching as her their tongues met.
“Beg us, baby girl,” Jason whispered against her lips. She gasped as Dean’s finger moved faster in and out of her, and he brought his thumb up to stroke her clit as his finger fucked her pussy.
“Please, Jason. Please, Dean. Please make me cum,” she moaned, and Jason rewarded her with another kiss as Dean slid a second finger inside her tight, hot, wet channel and began fucking her with his hand harder and rougher.
“Cum for us, Gwynn,” Dean rasped in her ear.
He curled his fingers inside her, searching for that spot.
“OH GOD!” Gwynn screamed, and she went rigid in their arms.
“OHHHH!” Dean felt her pussy clench his fingers so tight it almost hurt, and he almost came thinking about her pussy clenching on his cock the same way.
“That’s it, beautiful,” he cooed into her ear as Jason nuzzled into her neck, and slowly the rhythmic clenching of her pussy around his fingers stopped, and he pulled his fingers out of her.
“That was beautiful,” Jason murmured in her ear then kissed her gently while Dean pulled her bathing suit back up.
“It was,” Dean agreed. He turned Gwynn’s head, dropping a quick kiss to her lips.
She looked beautiful after cumming, her cheeks still rosy and her blue eyes a little glassy but clearing.
Then she looked down, shy again.
“But I… you guys didn’t… I mean…” she faltered.
“Shhhhh,” Dean whispered.
“That was for you, but don’t worry… you’ll make us both cum soon. Maybe after dinner?” Jason asked, his voice hopeful.
“Yes,” Gwynn whispered, her face blushing furiously, but the lust and want in her eyes was undeniable.
Dean smiled and kissed her blushing cheek.
“Come on.” He grabbed her hand and began pulling her to the shore of the pond. “We all must look like prunes by now. Let's get out and dry off, and you can meet me and Jason in the big house in a few hours for an early dinner. Maybe we’ll even play a game after.”
Dean winked at Gwynn and then laughed out loud in delight at her blush.
This had been the best way to end a hot afternoon, Dean thought as he followed Jason and Gwynn out of the pond to dry off.
Gwynn
Both Dean and Jason walked her back to the carriage house. Jason’s arm was around her shoulder, and her arm was around Dean’s waist, like it was the most natural thing in the world, like she hadn’t just had the dirtiest, most sexually explicit time of her life with two devastatingly handsome men.
Jason was at the tail end of some funny story about their time in Afghanistan in the Army, but she had paid little attention to his words. She was too busy floating on a cloud of sensation, her body still humming like a live wire from her orgasm in the pond. They sandwiched her between both of their bare, well-defined chests, and all she could think about was how she had to be the luckiest girl in the world.
She didn’t know why they wanted her, and they would probably get bored with her before long, but she would enjoy this and try not to worry about it eventually ending. And she knew it would end.
“Hey now, I thought my story was pretty funny. Why the long face, baby girl? You okay?” Jason asked, concern etched in his devastatingly handsome face.
They had somehow made it to the front of the carriage house while she had been lost in her thoughts.
She plastered her best smile on her face. “Oh yes, everything is fine, just a little distracted, but in a good way,” she answered with a knowing look, first at Jason’s sleek, muscular chest with a light dusting of golden blonde hair, then she deliberately turned her gaze to Dean’s bronze chest—wider and even more muscular, and covered with enough dark hair to run your fingers through.
Both men were so sexy, so strong. Jason looked like a blonde Greek god with his long, lean, swimmer-like frame, and Dean was the epitome of tall, dark, and handsome—his golden skin made slightly darker from the sun, his dark hair set off by his light brown eyes with flecks of green, and his large solid frame covered in heavy muscles.
“I think the lady is ogling us, Jason,” Dean said with a deep, sexy chuckle.
“I believe you’re right, but it’s okay.” Jason turned to Gwynn. “We are yours to ogle, sweetheart,�
�� he told her with a wink, and then with both hands on her cheeks, he leaned down for a deep but quick kiss.
“I promise you can ogle even more later.” He added with another wink.
Dean spun her around to face him and pulled her against his hard chest. He kissed her, his tongue swooping in for a quick taste. She moaned and leaned into the kiss, his hands roving down and lightly smacking her bottom.
“Oh!” she gasped, and Dean broke this kiss chuckling.
“Get inside, beautiful. We’ll see you around seven o’clock for dinner,” he said. He didn’t ask, and something about his commanding way made her throb in places she shouldn’t be throbbing, at least not soon after what they did to her at the pond.
“Yes,” she answered, a little embarrassed by how breathy her voice sounded. She turned and headed inside before the guys could see how red she had become. Surely the more sophisticated, experienced women they were used to didn’t blush at a dinner invitation and a quick slap on their bottom.
