Mountain Delights Page 3

  I smiled as she sucked in a breath, knowing that was one of her hot spots.

  Her scent filled my head, the taste of her skin was on my tongue, the heat from her body as she leaned into me… nothing sexier than her giving over to me.

  Maybe that was it. Maybe we needed to work Cy into it. We’d both had time to think about all of us together. Cy’d had five minutes.

  I had no doubt his dick was hard enough to pound nails, but we wanted his head in the game, too.

  “Come here, doll,” I said, hooking her hand in mine and pulling her over to the old couch.

  I dropped onto it, then settled her between my spread legs. “Put your hands on the back of the couch,” I told her as I met her pale eyes. I watched them flare with heat right before she did as she was told. She couldn’t see Cy, but knew he was watching.

  The position forced her to lean forward, her hands on either side of my head, her tits right fucking there, her nipples little raspberry tips to nibble and suck.

  I feasted on one as she tossed her head back, her braid falling down her right side.

  “Lucas,” she whimpered.

  I lifted my hand, cupped her lonely other breast and played. She was so responsive, I could get her incredibly hot just from nipple play. I could probably get her to come, but both of us had been too impatient to find out.

  “How wet are you?” I murmured as I kissed my way to her other nipple.

  “So wet.”

  “Show Cy,” I breathed, right before nipping lightly, then sucking to gently soothe it.

  She reached down to undo the front of her jeans, but one handed, it was hard. I helped her, sliding down the zipper and pushing her pants over her hips, leaving them mid-thigh.

  I knew the moment she stuck her ass out because I got a nice mouthful of tit.

  Cupping her breasts, I tilted my head to the side to look at Cy. He was standing there, watching. One hand was rubbing over his dick through his jeans, his gaze affixed to her ass.

  “Is she wet?” I asked him, tugging on her nipples.

  He grunted, then took a step closer. “Those red panties are soaked through.”

  Hailey looked over her shoulder at him, her braid sliding down and brushing my arm.

  “You going to fuck me or play with your dick like a teenager watching his first porn?”

  He stepped close, spanked her, then rubbed his palm over the spot. She shivered and her eyes flared wide, clearly surprised he’d lit up her ass. I’d never done it before with her, but this reaction…

  “Interesting,” Cy said, clearly noticing the same thing. “That sass normal? If it is, you’re going to have my handprint on your ass more often than not.”

  Finally. Thank fuck.

  “Again,” she said, wiggling her hips.

  “You like getting spanked, don’t you?” He shook his head, licked his lips. “You don’t call the shots, sweetheart. You want to get fucked, you do it my way… our way,” he added, looking to me and giving me a slight nod.

  He was in.

  “And wiggling that ass isn’t going to get it spanked, but it might get it fucked.”

  She whimpered and her body heated, the scorching feel of it came through my palms as I teased her nipples.

  “We were saving that for you,” I told him. I’d played with that tight little rosebud, but never fucked it.

  He growled, ripped opened his pants, pushed them down enough to pull his dick out. Hard, just as I’d expected with Hailey, hot as fuck between us.

  “You go bare with Lucas?” he asked her, his fingers gripping the base of his dick, rubbing it, as if it needed a tight squeeze so he didn’t come before he ever touched her.

  “Yes, I’m on the pill.”

  The feel of her wet heat coating my dick, no latex barrier between us, was like nothing else. I’d never gone without a condom before. Ever. Until now and there was no going back. No fucking way would my cum not mark her each time I took her. She’d have me slipping from her all day, a constant reminder whom she belonged to.

  He nodded, tugged at the dainty strings at her hips so her panties settled at her thighs with her jeans.

  “I haven’t fucked anyone in over a year. And this pussy, all wet and swollen, eager for two dicks, is going to get taken. Hard. Because that’s what you came here for, isn’t it?”

  She whimpered, her head dropping between her shoulders at his dirty talk. She all but went soft and pliant, as if she gave over to him. I could look down her bare back and see Cy’s hand between her thighs.

  He’d gotten at least one finger in her pussy and she cried out, shifted her hips.

  By the wet sounds as he worked her, maybe more than one.

  “Got tested since then,” he continued. “I’m clean and I’ve never gone bare before. Ever. You want my dick, you’ll take it bare, just like you do with Lucas. All right?”

  She lifted her head to look at me. Fuck, her face was flushed with desire. Her eyes half opened and blurry. Her lips were wet, as if she’d been licking them. Hot.

  Needy, and all because of Cy. His fingers in her pussy as I played with her tits.

  But this was her call. We’d talked about fucking raw with Cy. She was on the pill, and I knew how soft she was, how hot, wet. I wanted him to fill her with his cum, not a rubber. For me to take her, too. To go back to her pussy hours later, feel it coat my fingers, knowing we’d both been there, had her. Marked her.

  But adding Cy into the mix meant she had to agree to this as well. Cy’s finger slowed, but didn’t stop. I plumped her breasts, gently caressed her, let her make the decision that was right for her. He could use a condom until she was ready.

  “Okay,” she breathed.

  Not two seconds after she said it, Cy was working his dick inside her. I watched her eyes flare wide, her breath catch. I wasn’t small, and when I fucked her, I took it slow to get all of me into her tight pussy. I hadn’t inspected Cy’s dick before, obviously, but based on the look on her face, he was a lot to take.

  His hands went to her hips, held her still and slowly began to move, in. Out. Carefully. Only when he had her crammed full did he stop.

  “You came here wet. Ready. Got the dick you want, sweetheart?” he asked, his voice rough, his breath coming out as if he’d run a mile.

  I didn’t blame him. I knew how he felt. Her pussy was perfect. Tight. Hot. I bet her inner walls were milking him, trying to take him deeper, mercilessly working him for his cum.

  She nodded and I leaned forward, rubbed my nose against hers.

  “Good girl,” I murmured, then kissed her.

  As our tongues met, tangled, mimicked probably how Cy began to move in and out, fucking her with less caution and more abandon.

  When she began to whimper against my mouth, I pulled back, dropped my hands. She wanted two men, she was going to get them. I got my pants open, my dick out.

  “Stop,” I said.

  Hailey’s eyes were hooded, glazed with desire. She frowned at that one word, clearly confused.

  Cy did, but stayed deep in her.

  “She wants both of us, she’ll get both of us,” I said.

  Cy grinned. He actually grinned. I hadn’t seen a smile on his face in weeks. Not since…

  No, we weren’t thinking about any of that now.

  He pulled out, spanked her ass once more. “Turn around, sweetheart, and show me what kind of cowgirl you are.”

  She looked to me and I nodded. Pushing off the back of the couch, she looked down at how I was stroking my dick, then turned and faced Cy. Her pants were around her thighs. Hell, she still had her boots on.

  I had the incredible view of her ass. Taut, full and Cy’s handprints were bright pink. Pre-cum slid over my fingers, and I rubbed it in with my thumb.

  Maybe Cy read my thoughts because he dropped to his knees and helped her out of everything until she was naked between us and her clothes and boots a pile on the floor.

  “Fuck, you’re incredible,” Cy commented, looki
ng her over, then standing.

  She was. Thickly muscled, toned from all her training and competing. Tall, gorgeous.

  And all ours. Every sexy inch of her.

  4

  HAILEY

  * * *

  I was naked. They were fully dressed, except for having their dicks out. Stroking them. I turned, looked from Cy, who stood before me, legs braced wide apart, his dick shiny and slick with my arousal, to Lucas, settled in the couch, relaxed, knees wide.

  I knew his dick. Knew every hard inch of it. I’d had it deep inside me, my pussy and my mouth. I knew it was silky soft to the touch but hard beneath. Thick with a vein running down the side, it was almost visually brutal, a reminder of how virile he was.

  How manly. And now, he stroked it, his clenched fist tugging on the length, working pre-cum out of the slit to slide down the broad crown.

  My mouth watered to lick that pearly drop up, to watch as he succumbed to the pleasure I was able to give him.

  I didn’t want just his dick. I wanted Cy’s, too. And what a sight! I didn’t imagine he was bigger than Lucas, but it was possible. If I said he was hung like a porn star, I probably wasn’t exaggerating. I had to wonder how he fit that thing down his pants. How could he walk if it was hard?

  I loved the feel of it as he tried to get inside me. He took his time, slowly fucking it into me and my pussy clenched in emptiness. No matter how wet I was, it wasn’t easy. But I loved the slight burn, the stretch, the way he bottomed out because I knew he was all in, that he was giving me everything.

  Lucas leaned forward, wrapped a hand around my hip and pulled me back, then helped lower me down onto his thighs so I straddled him, my back to him.

  He widened his legs, which parted mine, my feet no longer touching the floor. “Your knee okay?” he murmured.

  I nodded. He always checked in about it, making sure I was comfortable, that he wasn’t making it bend in a way that was too much. I almost had full range of motion after surgery and months of PT, but it still hurt at times. Still got stiff.

  When he lifted me up so his dick found my entrance, it slid in about an inch. Even after Cy had been in me first, he still needed to go slow.

  Leaning forward, I settled my hands on his thighs, trying to keep my balance.

  “I’ve got you,” he murmured, his voice almost a growl. Both of his hands were on my waist now, lifting and lowering me slowly and carefully, giving me an inch of him at a time until I was finally sitting upon his legs.

  The feel of his jeans against my bare thighs reminded me of the differences between us. They wanted me bare, exposed to them completely, while they only uncovered the important parts.

  I squirmed a little, clenched down, adjusting.

  Lucas hissed.

  Cy did nothing but watch.

  Lucas lifted me up until he was almost all the way out, then lowered me down, gravity helping. My breasts bounced.

  “Oh god,” I moaned. It felt so good, the way he slid over places inside me that made me hot. No, hotter. Made me close to coming. But facing away from him, my clit wasn’t rubbing against anything, and I wasn’t going to come like this. Not without some help.

  Lucas always ensured I came, usually more than once. It wasn’t about if, but when.

  “Please,” I begged, wiggling my hips, then reaching between my parted thighs to touch myself.

  Cy stepped close, pushed my hand away. “Did we say you could come?”

  I was transfixed by the sight of his cock, bobbing directly in front of my face. The flesh there was darker than the rest of his body, a darker red, stretched taut. The vein that ran up the length bulging with blood, keeping him hard. Pre-cum slipped from him and mixed with my arousal that coated it.

  He didn’t say anything more and Lucas didn’t move inside me, making me realize they were waiting for a response.

  I tipped my chin back, looking up, way up into Cy’s dark eyes. His gaze was fierce with passion, but his tone was laced with reprimand. He’d been balls deep inside me, and now he was waiting, dick in hand. His control was unnerving.

  I shook my head. “No. But I need—”

  “We know what you need,” he countered. “We’ll give it to you, but when we say, not you.”

  A thrill shot through me at his dominance. At the control he was taking. How had he known it was something I needed? I didn’t have to worry that I’d come. I didn’t have to worry about anything. Not about my knee or my career or even the weather. All I had to do was take their cocks and the pleasure those big beasts were going to give me.

  While Lucas was a lover who took control in the bedroom, he’d been indulgent. Sweet, even. It didn’t seem Cy was going to be that way. A thrill shot through me and I got even wetter. I hadn’t realized how much I craved his power.

  “You wanted two dicks, sweetheart. You can have them.” Cy shifted his hips, his dick bobbing right in front of me.

  I took the crown into my mouth, licked it like an ice cream cone. The flavor of pre-cum and my own juices burst on my tongue.

  “Holy fuck,” he growled, his hands settling on my head, then a hand gripped my braid which tilted my head back slightly. “Her mouth’s as hot as her pussy.”

  I looked up at him through my lashes, saw his jaw clench, the tendons stand out on his neck.

  “You’ll take both of us, won’t you?” he asked.

  I couldn’t nod, so I took him deeper. There was no way I’d be able to take all of him—Lucas loved when I sucked him off, but I couldn’t deep throat like a porn star—so I gripped his base and worked him with my hand in tandem with my mouth.

  A spank landed on my ass. Not too hard, but enough to make heat flare. Lucas.

  “I don’t know if I should be pissed seeing you take another guy’s dick down your throat, doll, or if I’m going to come watching you take both of us.”

  I wasn’t ashamed of my sexuality or afraid to talk about it. But telling a guy they weren’t enough was a sensitive subject, even for an alpha guy like Lucas. But he’d been on board with a threesome, and in a permanent way. He’d even said it should be Cy. But I could understand his current thoughts. He’d admitted he’d never done anything like this before. Neither had I. Imagining it was one thing, doing it was another.

  And now the woman he’d said he wanted to marry was sucking another guy’s dick. But, he was balls deep in my pussy at the same time. He began to move me, lifting and lowering me, fucking me as he saw fit.

  Between the two of them, they took me hard. They weren’t gentle, but both were cautious, not wanting to hurt me or push me too far. I felt their restraint and appreciated them for it. This time, it was enough because I was overwhelmed. I wasn’t used to two men’s voices, feeling two sets of hands, their cocks. Even though it was everything I’d fantasized about, I wasn’t used to it.

  And yet it felt so good. Lucas knew exactly where to rub and stroke deep inside me. The feel of Cy’s cock in my mouth, his hand capturing my braid made me feel so… submissive. My bottom even stung from his spanking. God, I could forget everything, think of nothing but them and how they made me feel.

  Just imagining what I looked like, naked between the two of them, two dicks in two of my holes. The feel of Lucas fucking me—we’d never done it reverse cowgirl before—and his ability to watch as I sucked his friend off made me even hotter.

  And Cy, so big and thick… god. I felt him tense, felt his fingers tighten in my hair. The way their breathing changed, the sounds they made… the sounds we made together… it pushed me higher and higher.

  But I couldn’t come. I whimpered, wiggled my hips as best I could. Since Cy had told me I couldn’t touch myself, I cupped my breast, tugged on my nipple wanting more stimulation, needing more, needing something to push me over. I looked up at Cy again through my lashes, begged him with my eyes.

  “Lucas, you said you were saving that ass for me,” Cy said. While he spoke to Lucas, he kept his dark eyes on me.

  “That’s right.”
Lucas didn’t stop fucking me as they talked.

  “You might not have fucked it, but did you play with it?”

  One of Lucas’s hands slid from my hip to settle low over my back, his thumb resting between my parted cheeks. The pad of it picked up some of my arousal and then brought it to my back entrance. He’d done this before, but not in this position, not when he could see what he was doing so easily, when it was bright as day in the room. When Cy could see from his standing position exactly what Lucas was doing.

  “Sure did. She loves it,” Lucas said.

  “Show me.”

  When Lucas pressed inward, carefully but without stopping, my body gave up any resistance, and his thumb slipped inside.

  I groaned around Cy’s dick and I swallowed.

  Lucas slowly fucked me there as he fucked my pussy, pressing more and more of his thumb in until it was hooked nice and deep, his palm resting flat on my low back.

  The slight burn of it, the stretch… the invasion. It was really intense, all three of my holes filled at the same time.

  I still couldn’t come. I wiggled my hips, but it gave no stimulation to my clit. It ached, throbbed, and I knew if I could just rub it on something, I’d come.

  “Our girl needs her clit played with to get off,” Lucas told him, as if he could read my mind.

  “You mean she’ll burn hot like this until we decide to set her off?” Cy asked, slowly pumping his hips. “You want to come?” His dark eyes burned into mine.

  To answer, I sucked him harder. Deeper until I had to breathe through my nose, the broad head just touching the entrance to my throat.

  “You close?” Cy asked Lucas.

  “I’ve been close to coming since I met her,” Lucas replied, his thrusts becoming less rhythmic and instead wild, as if his mind was losing control of his body’s natural need to rut and fill me with his cum. His hand tightened on my hip.

  “Get her off. I can’t wait to watch, then come down her throat. You’re going to swallow every drop, aren’t you, sweetheart? Or you’ll get that tight ass spanked. Maybe even a plug for being a bad girl.”