* * * *
Stacy awoke to a cocoon of warmth as well as two hard cocks pressed against her body. One was below the crevice of her ass and one was against her lower abdomen and her thighs. Her face was wedged up against a solid chest, and she felt two sets of hands on her. One lay across her hip, and the other lay cupping her breast. These two seemed even more possessive in bed than out of bed, if that was at all possible.
She knew that she faced Eric and that it was his hand covering her hip. He had a unique scent that was different than Max’s. It was a combination of outdoors and fresh soap. Now that she was fully aware of their presence and Max’s hand covering her breast, she began to get restless, and to top it off, her pussy began to feel wet. How could she get wet so easily? Max stirred behind her and readjusted his hand and slowly massaged her tender nipple. They had teased, suckled, and played with her breasts so much last night that they were actually achy. The more he fondled and massaged, the more aroused and needy she felt despite the achiness. How could he know that? The thought that they were so experienced sexually that they could read a woman’s body, her body, so easily made her feel anxious and worried. She knew nothing about sex. In fact, until last night, she feared having sex and of feeling dissatisfied afterwards.
Her thoughts ceased the moment Eric’s hand pressed over her backside and used her ass cheek to press her against his body. Her pussy wedged up against his cock. Combined with Max’s massaging, she released a moan before she could stop it.
“Good morning, darling,” Eric whispered as he pressed his hand over her abdomen and between her thighs. “I like waking up with you wrapped around me,” he stated, and then she felt Max’s hand press her breast then move over her hip bone to her thighs. He scooted a little away, and in sync, they gently parted her thighs. She rolled to her back, allowing them full access to her body. Eric kissed her lips while his fingers spread her folds. Max leaned forward and covered her breast with his mouth. He suckled and pulled on her nipple. Stacy moaned into Eric’s mouth. Then she felt Max’s fingers join Eric’s and she couldn’t believe how incredibly turned on she was. Her heart raced, her belly tightened, and she thrust her hips up toward their fingers, needing more.
Eric released her lips and began sucking on her other breast. When Stacy looked down, chin to chest, she saw each man’s mouth on her breasts trying to fit as much into their mouths as possible. It was a lost cause, but boy, did it feel sensational. Their strong, muscular forearms leaned into her thighs, keeping them spread as they took turns finger-fucking her. “Oh God, please don’t stop!” She released a tormented plea, but they were relentless in their ministrations. The bed dipped on either side of her as both men began licking, nibbling, and kissing across her skin from breasts to inner groin. Surely they weren’t going to take turns licking her. “Oh sweet mother of God!” she screamed as she gripped the sheets. Eric licked her first while Max placed soft wet kisses to her inner thighs. She screamed her first small release as she let go of the sheets and grabbed on to each man’s head. Eric crawled up her body. “You taste so fucking delicious. I can eat you all day long. How would like that, baby? How would you like me to suck on your pussy and eat all your cream until you couldn’t take it any longer?” Eric teased as he gripped his cock and moved closer to her mouth. Max swiped his tongue across her pussy lips then plunged it into her. “Oh yes! Yes, yes, yes!” she screamed, and she heard them chuckle.
“I think she likes that.”
Slurp, slurp.
Her whole entire body felt about ready to combust. Something completely carnal and possessive came over her as she absorbed their words and the sensations from their mouths. She stared at Eric’s cock. The bulb head large, thick, and dripping with pre-cum. She licked her lips. “Fuck, baby, you got my cock so hard, one swipe from that sexy mouth of yours and I’ll be done,” he stated.
“I want to taste you,” she whispered. As the words passed her lips, embarrassment took their place. She had never been so brazen, but these men did it to her.
“I want to fuck you fast and hard. I won’t be able to hold out either,” Max admitted. Then Eric inched closer, and Stacy willingly opened her mouth to his invasion.
* * * *
Damn, she was so sexy it made Eric crazy inside. The look of desire in her eyes made his dick seem harder than steel. When she admitted that she wanted to taste him then shyly blushed away, he nearly came. She was sexy yet innocent, and he loved that about her. “Take me into that sexy mouth, baby. I want to feel your mouth on me,” he told her, and she took him inside her mouth.
“Oh fuck that’s sexy,” Max said, sitting up between Stacy’s knees.
“Oh, that’s so good, Stacy. Oh man, Max, her mouth feels so good,” Eric cupped Stacy’s head, supporting it so she could take him deeper.
“I need inside you, baby. My cock’s so hard watching you suck Eric off.”
Eric watched as Max pushed his cock into Stacy, making her moan. The vibrations rumbled against his dick, nearly making him explode. He felt Stacy suck harder then meet Max thrust for thrust. She was so responsive, and he couldn’t wait to fuck her, too.
“Oh God, you’re beautiful,” Max stated as he thrust harder, increasing his tempo while he massaged her breasts.
“I’m gonna come, baby. You’re incredible,” Eric exclaimed then rocked his hips and exploded inside her mouth. She sucked him harder as Max grabbed hold of her hips, lifted, then plunged in deeper.
Stacy opened her mouth, releasing Eric as she moaned louder.
* * * *
Max couldn’t slow down. Watching Stacy sucking on Eric’s cock made him imagine her doing that to him. His dick responded, and so did his need to possess every inch of her. He seated himself balls deep, stroking as her vaginal muscles gripped him harder. He was practically growling from the tightness, and he felt about ready to explode. He begged himself in his mind to just thrust a few more times. He needed it and wanted her so bad it ached deep within his chest. The realization that he was falling for Stacy struck a chord in him.
Ours. You belong to us
. He tried not to come. He focused on the delicate butterfly tattoo near her hip bone. It was feminine and tiny, just like her. He leaned his body completely over hers and slowed his pace. He took her face between his hands and kissed her mouth as he ground his hips. He felt Stacy’s legs wrap around his waist. Her hands covered his hands. He lifted them, placing her hands above her head. He held her gaze while he thrust down into her. He was on his knees and wanted to get as far inside of her as he could. But he didn’t want to hurt her. Max knew he was a large man, and as much as he needed to claim her like this, he also wanted to show her that this meant something to him. They entwined their fingers. He listened to her catch her breath after every thrust. She moaned but held his gaze, appearing to be locked in the moment and in the connection they shared. He couldn’t go on like this much longer. He was at his wit’s end. He began to pick up his pace. The bed rocked and squeaked beneath them. Stacy pushed her chest out toward him, arching her back, and he took that moment to latch on to her nipple. She screamed, and he felt her orgasm. It was hot and vibrated against his shaft. Thrust for thrust, she continued to amaze him, and he lost it. He exploded inside of her, releasing his seed as her vaginal walls sucked him until it was too sensitive to move.
He leaned down and kissed her softly. She smiled, and so did he.
“Incredible,” she whispered.
You sure are.
* * * *
It was six thirty in the morning when both Max and Eric headed out of Stacy’s cottage. They both had to get ready for work. Stacy was smiling wide after taking a shower and discovering that not only was she sexually satisfied, but easily stimulated by mere thoughts of Max and Eric. She was so not going to be able to resist their charms. She just better not go and fall in love with them. They were perfect, but this type of relationship had never even been a fantasy for her, never mind reality. Plus she feared the public repercussions. People could be cruel. Not that she had ever been a follower, but she did have a lot of trouble following because she wouldn’t be like the other women at work and use her pussy to move up the corporate ladder. Thinking about that part of her body brought back thoughts of both Eric and Max. They were gone less than an hour, and she was missing them.
At eight thirty, her cell phone rang, and she figured it was one of them. Both men added her contact information into their cell phones before they left his morning. That was another example of this reality. She just had incredible sex with two men who she just met and didn’t even know their cell phone or house numbers.
Yikes
.
“Hello.”
“Stacy, it’s Millie.”
“Millie, what’s wrong? You sound upset.”
“I am upset. Some asshole who I think is working for your boss just questioned me outside the shop this morning. He was waiting for me, Stacy.”
“Oh my God. What did he want?”
“He wanted to know where you were? He was trying to push me to tell him. He even threatened me.”
“Oh shit, Millie. Are you okay? Did he touch you? Did you call the police or investigator Pellot?”
“No. I wanted to talk to you first and warn you.”
“This is so out of control. What am I going to do? I don’t want these men bothering you or Anna.”
“I know you don’t. What are you going to do?”
“I want you to call the investigator and tell him what just happened. I don’t want you taking any chances. This guy could come back and try to hurt you to get to me. I won’t allow that to happen,” Stacy stated just as she heard the front porch door open. She turned around and saw Marie. The woman looked like she had heard everything.
“Call the investigator then have him call me.”
“Okay, Stacy. Be safe.”
“You, too, honey.”
“What happened to Millie? Someone hurt her trying to find out where you are?”
Stacy shook her head. “Some guy threatened her to get her to give up my location. She handled it well.”
“He threatened her? Was it your boss? Did he touch her?”
“No, Marie. It seems like it might have been some guy he hired to find me. I told Millie to call the police or the investigator. They’ll help. If this continues, I may have to head back to New York.”
“You can’t leave here. That man will hurt you or worse.”
“I won’t bring any trouble this way. I also won’t stand by and allow my friends to be harassed because of something I did.”
“What you did was brave, and you are not at fault. At least here you have Eric and Max. They’ll protect you if trouble comes a looking.”
Stacy was surprised by Marie’s statement. Did she know that both men stayed here last night? She felt her cheeks redden with embarrassment.
“Stop those thoughts right now. I may look like some old lady to you, but I’ve been around these parts for years. I know how it works between some men and some particular women. It may be out of the traditional type of relationships you’re familiar with, but that doesn’t lessen the intensity or the love between two men and one woman or three and four, or whatever number of men to one woman. I’ve witnessed more love and commitment in ménage marriages than the traditional marriages between one man and one woman. Now I’m not telling you what to do, Stacy, but I know these men. They want you as their own. Max and Eric Cantrell’s family were part of the first settlers in this town. That’s why they own the largest ranch and bring in the greatest financial support as well. They are good men, honorable men that have served the people of Pearl and maintained safety and peace along with it.”
“That is very noble and I respect that, which is also why I won’t bring any sort of trouble to town. I don’t know why Barry is committed to harassing me. I remember how he was at work. He always gets what he wants. He would hound clients sometimes to get the contracts. He and his father-in-law gained the nickname “piranhas” for good reasons. I just don’t understand what he wants from me. I left the job. I didn’t press charges.”
Marie moved closer to Stacy. “You’re a very beautiful woman. You are sweet and very smart. Some men find that irresistibly sexy and want to possess someone of that stature to show off or even exploit. It could be as simple as what you say, and that is that he wants you like a possession or prize. But also, keep in mind that he’s taken some sick and inappropriate actions in gaining you as his prize, and that’s where the concern should be. He’s a suspect in three murders whether the investigators have evidence or not. This is not something to handle on your own, Stacy. Stay here where Max and Eric can protect you.”
Stacy nibbled her bottom lip. Everything that Marie stated was true, but staying here and leaning on two men that could possibly break her heart caused almost as much fear as returning to New York.
“Talk to me, Stacy. What are you so afraid of about Max and Eric?” Marie asked.
Stacy felt a bit embarrassed having this discussion with Millie’s aunt, but what choice did she really have? The woman was demanding and seemed to know exactly what Stacy was thinking.
“Would you like a cup of coffee?” Stacy asked as she walked over toward the coffeepot and began to pour a cup for herself.
“Sure. Then we can sit down and talk this through.”
Stacy smiled, poured the two cups of coffee, then brought them over to the table. Marie took out the creamer and sugar.
“Okay, start talking,” Marie stated before she took a sip from the cobalt-blue coffee cup.
Stacy inhaled. “I never even knew that ménage relationships existed. I mean, two men with one woman? How can that work? How can they get along and not become jealous or love one more than the other? How do they commit to more than one man? I’ve never even had a relationship with a man before. Technically speaking, any relationship with any man in my life has ended badly. They’ll get bored, and they’ll move on. I don’t think I can risk that.”
“I think these are questions for you to ask Eric and Max. They were raised by multiple fathers and one mother. They understand what commitment this type of relationship entails. What have you got to lose in giving it a try?” Marie asked, sipping her coffee and looking relaxed. Marie really was a nice person. She was just tough, and that was more than likely from living on the farm. Stacy smiled.
“I like them a lot. What’s not to like? They’re gorgeous, they seem protective and caring.”
“They stayed over here last night,” Marie added, looking at Stacy over the rim of her coffee mug. Stacy’s mouth gaped open then closed real quick. There wasn’t much she could say to that. She felt her cheeks blush, and then she took a sip from her own coffee cup and looked toward the front porch. She could see Ron walking toward the cottage.
“I think Ron is looking for you,” Stacy stated, and Marie laughed.
“Ain’t that good timing?” she teased then stood up from the table. She took her mug over to the sink and washed it out then placed it on the drying rack.
“You’re a grown woman, and they’re grown men. What you do is your business. But let me just warn you that you shouldn’t keep any information about New York from them. They’ll find out sooner or later, and keeping secrets from those you love can damage a relationship meant to last.”
“Love? I hardly know them and I can handle this myself.”
“Whatever, New York.” Marie glanced at the clock on the wall and met Ron by the door right before he was about to knock.
“You best get a move on it if you’re planning on working today. Camp is going to start in a week. The day after Fourth of July and tomorrow you start cooking for the Cantrells.”
“I’m not cooking for them!” Stacy stated as she stood from her seat and hurried across the room.
“I gave my word that you would be there to cook for them tomorrow night. The pay is real good, too, so don’t pass this up.”
“Morning, Stacy. How are you doing today?”
Stacy smiled and said good morning to Ron as she eyed Marie as if wanting to reprimand her but chose not to.
Marie chuckled then walked out of the cottage.