Authors: Stacey Espino
Clay was thirty-four and just now settled down with a woman. Before now, he’d been wild, quite satisfied with the loose women he’d meet on the circuit.
“Put this on,” said Grant, handing Ben a foil packet.
“Where’d you get this?”
“Your wallet.”
Ben took the condom and knelt on the bed. His cock was equally impressive, jutting out proudly. She watched him roll the rubber over his erection, and the muscles in his shoulders bunched as he concentrated on his task. She supposed she’d be less inhibited if she had a trim hourglass shape. But Grant had already helped her cross more lines than she thought possible. He made her feel more comfortable with her nudity than she’d ever been. She wasn’t sure if he was full of shit or not, but he made her feel attractive, and so did the
Richmond
brothers.
Ben nudged her legs apart with his knee and dropped over her, supporting his weight on his arms. She didn’t know Ben like she did Grant. The same connection wasn’t there. In fairness, she’d only met him twice—at the corn roast and at the job interview. She’d felt a thrill from the first time she’d seen him, but it was just lust. Now a virtual stranger was about to fuck her with his big cock. The naughtiness heated her blood, made her pussy moisten enough that a trickle of fluid ran down to her ass. If they thought she needed lube like she did for a dry, silicone toy, they were very mistaken. She’d never been as wet as she was now.
“It should be
Austin
here with you, Kayla,” Ben whispered in her ear. “He’s been love-struck since you first moved to our town. But I can’t say I don’t want you. I’ve dreamt of fucking you for three days now.”
That’s all this would be to Ben, but she still needed him as if her life depended on it. The more she knew he wasn’t relationship material, the more she wanted him to accept her. Forbidden fruit always tasted sweetest. She wanted to discover the man under the bravado, wanted him to be so impassioned that he’d lose a part of himself if she left him. But Kayla had never been that desirable or important. Her three past boyfriends had never really loved her. It was just the great dating game, all façades and lies. Kayla yearned to know love as vibrant as the colors on her canvas.
“Then stop dreaming.”
As soon as she said the words inviting him to continue, he positioned himself over her and impaled her pussy with his thick cock. Even with her wetness, he struggled due to his girth. After a few thrusts, he was thoroughly coated in her juices, working up an eager rhythm. She felt stretched to the max, satisfied after Grant left her hanging in the kitchen with only a sample of his beautiful cock.
“Fuck, you have a tight little cunt,” Ben said on the cusp of a grunt. His crudeness added to his dark appeal. She savored his movements. His muscled body draped over hers, so powerful and enticing. “I love it.”
Kayla reached up around his neck, trailing her fingers through his thick, dark hair. Touching changed everything from her perspective. It may be easy for men to use women and walk away. But once she touched him intimately, holding his broad shoulders as he thrust his cock inside her, connecting them—her objectives shifted. How could Ben not feel the same thing? Even if Grant decided to stay, she’d forever mourn the loss of Ben. If only sex equated love. If only he felt an epiphany of new emotion upon their coupling, but such things rarely happened outside of romance movies.
“Roll over, Ben. I’m lubed up and ready.” Grant’s voice was like a distant echo. She hadn’t realized how entranced she was with Ben. Her body tingled, every inch of flesh a live wire.
Ben heard Grant, tucking his arms under her shoulders and spinning them around until she dominated. She pressed her hands to his chest to keep herself in the straddling position without falling over him.
She felt Grant mount her from behind, his big hands securing her hips, his cock prodding between her ass cheeks. His chest was warm against her back, his kisses teasing the erogenous zones around her ear and neck. “Have you ever tried anal, darlin’?”
Kayla shook her head. She’d been so captivated by the ménage fantasy that she hadn’t stopped to consider what it meant. Two men equaled two cocks vying for attention at the same time. She had no desire to have him spear her ass. In fact, she sobered quickly, her body now tense and her nerves racing.
“There’s nothing to worry about.” Grant smoothed a hand down her back, his fingers lightly caressing the seam of her ass then the puckered entrance still slick from her own juices.
No man had ever touched her there. She expected it to feel uncomfortable, foreign, and embarrassing. Instead, it felt wickedly good, a tickle mixed with an explosion of erotic sensation. She wanted more, wanted him to continue to touch her in that forbidden area, but couldn’t verbalize such a taboo request.
“There’re a lot of things I can show you, baby doll.” He forced one finger into her tight ass. She clenched down, and the single digit barely managed to enter. Grant cooed in her ear, encouraging her to relax and accept his ministrations. Did she trust him enough? She believed so but wouldn’t truly know unless she gave him that power over her.
Ben tugged her lower until her arms collapsed and she was chest to chest with him, his cock still throbbing inside her. He hadn’t thrust since Grant joined them, which showed considerable control when he was still rock hard. He kissed her temple but not her lips. She wanted to kiss him, get so lost in a kiss they’d never be able to forget each other, but he kept his lips conveniently out of reach.
“Don’t clench. It’ll be easier if you relax. Trust me.”
“You’ve done this before?”
“Austin and I used to have our fun. It was a long time ago, but I still remember how it needs to be done—lots of lube, slow and steady, and total relaxation.”
“He’s right. It’ll feel weird at first because you’re not used to it, but it’ll pass in a couple minutes.” Grant slowly slid the finger out of her ass, added more lube, and returned two fingers into her asshole. Why did it feel so fucking good, like there was an itch only anal could satisfy? She’d never considered it, thought of it, or craved it. Now it was all she could envision—being double-teamed.
He began to scissor his fingers, stretching her anal muscles. It burned, felt unusual and not entirely pleasant. But Ben’s erection filling her pussy quenched an immediate need, her clit rubbing enticingly against his coarse pubic hair. It was enough of a distraction to keep her grounded. But for how long?
Chapter Eight
Grant gritted his teeth, his muscles rigid and tense as he tried to keep his patience and go slow and gentle for Kayla’s first time. Her ass was tight, and he could practically feel her tension. He wanted this to be an erotic experience, not one of apprehension.
“I won’t hurt you,” he said. Grant reached around, avoiding Ben’s cock as best he could, and played with her clit. If he could get her aroused enough, she’d relax and make his planned invasion nice and easy.
He hadn’t come to her apartment, roses in hand, planning to double fuck her. Kayla wasn’t a buckle bunny or cheap thrill. Every time he’d visit Angel, Clay would tell stories about his little sister. She was intelligent, thoughtful, and had been through hell and back in her short life. How could he not admire Kayla after the way her brother put her on a pedestal?
She’d managed to take over his thoughts since the corn roast. Grant cared about her, wanted to start something long-term and committed, but had failed continually. Coming here tonight was his chance at redemption, but again, he’d blown it. Talking turned into experimentation, and once Ben showed up it became an all-out sex party. He tried to consider the ramifications for tomorrow but was too drawn into the chance to share a woman. Not just any woman, but the one he considered his. It seemed to be every cowboy’s ultimate fantasy, but not something he’d ever tried himself. His curiosity and libido got the best of him, and rather than kick Ben out, he invited him to join them.
“Shhh.” Grant kissed and nipped her back, teasing her clit and fucking her ass slow and steady with his fingers. How much longer should he wait? His balls had pulled up tight, his cock aching to be given the chance to sink into Kayla’s heat. “Push my fingers out, darlin’. Bear down nice and hard.”
As soon as she complied, he replaced his fingers with the slick head of his dick. It was overly lubed. Plus he’d added some lubricant in her ass when he’d stretched her. He pushed in an inch.
“You’re too big!” she called out.
“You do it then. Push back against me. Promise I won’t move.” He breathed in shallow pants, his body covered in a sheen of sweat.
Kayla did as he asked, slowly lowering over his cock, clenching and unclenching, impaling and retreating. It took a good five minutes until she’d slid all the way over his erection. He stayed in place, fully seated in her ass, until the moment struck.
Ben knew that moment, too, a low chuckle coming from the other man. Kayla whined and wiggled, clenching down on both their cocks. Her breathing was no longer stilted but escaping in deep, throaty sighs. She’d crossed the line of caution into full wanton need, her base desires finally realized.
“I feel so full.”
“Good girl. You feel amazing squeezing my cock. So tight,” said Grant.
“More,” she said.
He began to pull out and fuck her. Ben joined in once he’d established a consistent rhythm. They worked well together, their cocks fighting for space in Kayla’s stuffed body. Grant could feel Ben’s dick glide against his, increasing the overall sensation. No wonder Chase was satisfied sharing his wife with two other men. Nothing was comparable to this. Ben may have teased Kayla about never being satisfied with one man after tonight, but Grant was beginning to suspect it would be the same for him.
“Oh God, I feel like I’m going to explode.”
Ben ran his hands up and down her back. “That’s because you have two men’s dicks inside you. Fucking you. You like sharing your body, don’t you?”
“Yes!” She was close. So was he.
Grant increased his speed and entered her harder, less guardedly. She wanted all of his cock now, no holding back. Kayla moved with them, trying to get as much of each of them inside her as she could. Even in the dark room, he could see the sexy lines and curves of her back. She had a nice, fleshy, round ass.
Then he thought again about what Ben said. Was it true? Would she never be able to go back to one man after being double-teamed? He worried he’d sabotaged a potential relationship again by thinking with his dick. Matthew would kill him if he showed up at home moping about another loss with the same woman. Damn, he knew better. But all he could think about now was her ass tight around his cock, the smell of sex in the air, and the warmth of her skin under his exploring hands.
Ben sucked air between his teeth. “You’re both squeezing the shit out of my cock. I won’t be able to last much longer.”
Grant knew he could come any time. He just wanted the experience to last as long as possible and to give Kayla the most out of her first ménage. Watching his cock disappear into her gorgeous ass was a treat that he’d store to memory. “What are you waiting for, darlin’? Come for us. Milk both our cocks.”
“Oh God…” She sucked in great amounts of air as if preparing for something monumental. “Oh God…” Then she gasped as if she’d been shot, falling over Ben’s chest. Her body clamped down hard, contracting in great waves until Grant couldn’t hold back his release. Both men came, their cocks throbbing together, only a thin membrane separating them inside Kayla.
When it was done, they all collapsed in a mass of flesh and limbs. Grant draped his forearm over his eyes as he fought to catch his breath.
Reality took its time trickling back into the forefront of his mind. He’d shared his sweet Kayla with his newly sworn enemy, Ben Richmond.
* * * *
They lay in bed for a while, getting their bearings after the wild sex. Kayla never expected to have anal sex tonight or ever. The idea had scared her shitless when Ben and Grant brought it up, but she quickly realized how fulfilling it could be to feel that full. It wasn’t painful, just took getting used to, and Grant was as patient as a saint while she familiarized herself with the fullness. Now that the fantasy was over, she felt uniquely vulnerable, a bit whorish, and very naked between two men.
Ben was the first to get off the bed and start dressing. She watched his silhouette as he buckled up his jeans. “I’m glad you forgot your sweater,” he teased. “I’ll have to stop by your place more often.” He ran both hands through his hair. The silence seemed to linger, building up a life of its own. He didn’t have to say anything. She already knew he’d gotten what he’d wanted and didn’t want much more to do with her. “I’ll see you Monday then.”
“Sure.” At least she had her new job—for now.
He’d either feel uncomfortable having her around now that he’d gotten the gold, or
Austin
would feel betrayed by his brother since he apparently had a crush on her, which she still found hard to believe. He was no less attractive and tempting than his brother. She still remembered how
Austin
looked in that fitted black tank top. Even though she owed him nothing, she still didn’t like the idea of anyone being upset because of her.
As Ben walked out of her bedroom, she felt an instant loss. Being abandoned never did sit well with her ever since her parents died. It hadn’t been their fault they left her alone with her brother, of course, but she always had that deep-seated need for acceptance and security in relationships. So far it had eluded her.