Porterhouse Page 4

  And now I was between them in the front seat of Porter’s huge SUV. I’d been close to coming when they’d knocked on the door. Combining that arousal with the finger licking and then the kisses… I squirmed. My pussy was wet. My pajama pants definitely had a wet spot. My nipples were hard points.

  I was relieved they wanted me. And they wanted me… a lot. Liam had blatantly adjusted himself when he’d settled beside me. All my fears had been for nothing, just like Parker had said. We were headed to Porter’s house, and they’d very thoroughly described how things were going to go.

  Orgasms. Lots of them. Followed by fucking and probably even more orgasms.

  I squirmed some more as Porter’s garage door opened and he pulled in, shutting off the engine.

  The automated door lowered behind us, and we were in a little warm cocoon with only the opener’s overhead light brightening the interior.

  “You’re squirming a lot. What’s the matter, sweetness? Is your little pussy eager for some attention?”

  Was it? Duh.

  I wanted to deny the truth so they didn’t think I was so needy. To keep them from thinking I was a slut. But I wasn’t a slut. I was a woman who had needs and Porter and Liam had clearly stated they wanted to take care of them. And then some.

  Instead, I gave in to what I’d wanted to say for months. “Yes. My pussy aches for both of your big dicks.” Bold? Hell yes. But they were offering, and I was going to take.

  Liam groaned as he unclipped my seat belt, then his. “Work those pajama pants down over your hips.”

  “Here?” I asked on a little squeak.

  “Right here,” Porter added. It seemed he couldn’t wait a second longer to see me and watch me come. “We’re gentlemen, sweetness. But we know you’ve got dirty desires in you and we’ll take care of each and every one. It’s our job now.”

  I had a feeling those words went a little deeper than just an orgasm, but now wasn’t the time to consider. The fact that they couldn’t wait a second longer made me even hotter. So I tucked my thumbs into the waistband and worked the loose flannel lower, then lifted my hips to get it past my butt.

  I wasn’t wearing any panties.

  Liam grabbed my right leg, lifted it up and over his muscled thigh, spreading me wide. Porter followed and they worked my pants lower and then off, careful not to take my cozy socks with them. With my legs up and parted, it forced me to slide down into the seat a little so I was leaning back much like I had on my couch earlier. My fleece top didn’t cover my lower half. At all.

  “Fuck,” Porter murmured.

  Their hands rested lightly on my inner thighs. The comparison of their ruggedness, their size in comparison to my pale skin, was blatant. They were so manly. Virile. I felt… feminine and strangely powerful even though both of them were a foot taller and weighed at least eighty pounds more.

  Liam breathed deeply. “Fuck, I can smell your sweet pussy.”

  I tried to close my legs, but their hands kept me wide. I wasn’t sure if that was a positive thing or not.

  “She does smell sweet. Wait ‘til you taste her,” Porter told Liam. “Like honey.”

  Liam grunted in response.

  I closed my eyes because I’d never had anyone talk about me like this. Like I was the only meal around.

  I bit my lip. While I wasn’t a virgin, most of the sex I’d had had been Tab A into Slot B kind of sex. Not much looking, but lots of fucking.

  Neither was touching me intimately, just looking. And looking.

  I hadn’t seen very many other women naked, not more than at the gym and then it obviously wasn’t up close. My pussy wasn’t a neat little slit. My inner lips were large and exposed, a darker pink than what was always described in a romance novel. I’d heard ridiculous terms like meat curtains, but never considered it more than just a funny term.

  But now… with two guys, they’d surely seen a fair amount of pussies up close and very personal. Did I compare? Would they be turned off?

  I squirmed again, this time with doubt.

  “You’re gorgeous, baby,” Liam said. “Look at that pussy.”

  “I’m big,” I blurted.

  “Big?” Porter asked, his hand sliding up and down my left thigh, getting closer and closer to my pussy with each pass, but not touching.

  “My lips… there. It’s kind of ugly.”

  Liam chuckled. “Baby, that’s not a nice way to talk about my pussy.”

  “Our pussy,” Porter clarified. “And I agree with Liam. You’re perfect. Touch yourself, sweetness. Show us what makes you feel good.”

  They weren’t bothered, didn’t run away screaming, so perhaps my complex was just that, completely irrational. I relaxed back into the seat—when had I become tense?—and slid my hand between my parted thighs. I’d never done this in front of anyone before, but I was so hot for them, so hot to come since I’d gotten myself all worked up and then they’d knocked on the door. Left me hanging.

  Heat spread as I slid over my clit, circled my entrance.

  “See how those pussy lips wrap around your finger? More to get around my dick,” Liam told me.

  I whimpered as I worked myself up, rubbing my clit with the tips of my fingers in small circles, just how I liked. Heat spread from my fingertips and out over the rest of my pussy. I was getting wetter. My legs tensed, my breath caught. My eyelids fell closed and I felt their hands on my thighs, listened to their dark and dirty promises of what they’d do once I came and I was close.

  So close.

  Their hands moved, and I felt fingers find my entrance, then slip inside. My eyes popped open and I looked down. My hand on my clit, both men’s hands lower. Both had a finger in me. They stretched me open, filled me and somehow curved over my g-spot.

  “Oh my god,” I cried out, not taking my eyes off my pussy as I came. It was as if they’d pushed the orgasm button and there was nothing to do but enjoy.

  I’d never come so hard before in my life. Perhaps it was because it was both of them helping me get off. Two men. Both inside me. Both being squeezed and clenched by the pulsing walls of my pussy.

  “Good girl. So pretty in your pleasure.”

  “Fuck, I’m going to come just from the feel of her squeezing my finger.”

  “She just dripped all over my hand.”

  “Hot and wet. I can’t wait to sink my dick into all this tight heat.”

  They kept dirty talking as I slowly came back to earth, back to being in Porter’s SUV in his garage.

  We still hadn’t made it to a bed. They were still dressed. I still hadn’t seen, felt, been fucked by their big dicks.

  Liam slipped his finger from me, lifted it to his mouth and had his turn tasting me.

  “Fuck, Porter’s right. Like honey.”

  “More,” I gasped. “God, I need more.”

  I did. So bad.

  While that had been incredible, it wasn’t nearly enough. I needed to be fucked. Hard and deep. Slow and easy. On my back, riding on top. From behind. I needed it all.

  7

  LIAM

  * * *

  I’d never come in my pants before. Never got turned on enough, even as a teenager, to blow my load too early. But now, with Jill? There had to be a big wet spot on the front of my jeans for all the pre-cum that was practically dripping from my dick.

  Two months of dating had been foreplay. Oh, I’d busted a nut on a daily basis—sometimes twice a day—to relieve the ache in my balls just thinking about Jill. Remembering the feel of her lips as I’d kissed her, the soft scent of her perfume, the lilt of her laugh, the lush swells of her breasts beneath her tops, the fucking sway of her wide hips.

  Feeling how tight her pussy was, how soaked it was for us was too much. And when we got to watch her come, to feel her walls clench around my finger, had me on the brink.

  And that had been with Porter’s finger deep inside her, too. This was the first co-fucking I’d ever done. Another man’s finger was touching mine in a woman’s
pussy. It should have freaked me out, but it didn’t. Not at all. Not because I was hot for Porter, not in the slightest, but because the two of us were getting her off together. We were a team and our mission now was to keep Jill happy, satisfied, sated and as cherished as possible.

  If she wanted both of us, we weren’t going to hold back. The celibate ship had sailed.

  “I can walk, you know,” Jill said as I followed Porter through his house and into his bedroom.

  I’d scooped her from the SUV and tossed her over my shoulder, bare ass in the air. I held her upper thighs tight so she wouldn’t fall. With my free hand, I gave her a light spank.

  She giggled, which made me smile and I had to admit, feel ridiculously like a Neanderthal. It was the closest thing to grabbing her hair and dragging her deep into my cave. It had been a long time since I’d felt like this. I’d felt giddy like a seventh grader when Jill had said she wanted to date. When I got my head around Porter and I claiming her together, I became hopeful. I’d been patient, biding my time as we let her work through it all in her head. But there’d always been a niggling doubt that she’d choose to be with Porter, and only Porter.

  It had been a rough year with my father dying. My brother, Carson, ran the ranch and I lived there, too. When I’d been a deputy, it hadn’t been too hard to work both the land and the law, but being elected sheriff, Carson knew my focus was elsewhere. My dad had held the position for over a decade and I had big shoes to fill. Even though he wasn’t around to see me elected, I wanted to make him proud. But that focus had shifted even more once I saw Jill for the first time.

  And now, I felt like I had it all. She wanted both of us. In this moment, I didn’t doubt. Hell, both our fingers had been in her pussy getting her off. She wouldn’t have allowed that if she weren’t into us together. She’d said the words. I believed her. But a double finger fuck and now tossed bare assed over my shoulder?

  Oh yeah, Jillian Murphy was mine.

  Porter’s, too, but my dick was screaming mine!

  Porter flicked on the light switch, two lamps on either side of his huge bed came on. The light was soft, but not too dark. I wanted to take in every inch of Jill’s gorgeous body. He turned and his eyes flared, taking in her upturned ass. No doubt he could see her pussy, even with her thighs pressed together.

  And what she’d said in the SUV? Oh, she was going to rid herself of any pussy hang ups before the night was over. So she didn’t have a little porn star pussy, all pale pink and hidden between a tight slit. Each woman was different and Jill’s was as unique as she was. The darker color, the full lips, even the way her clit was always exposed. Didn’t she know that was the best way? I could drop to my knees and flick that clit with tongue without going hunting. And those full lips? Fuck, yes, they’d wrap around my dick. And there was more to lick, more to get covered in all that sweet, sticky honey.

  Shit, more pre-cum spurted from me. Lowering her to the ground, I held onto her arm until she got her bearings, then opened the button on my jeans, lowered the zipper.

  I sighed, my dick thankful for the room.

  She stood before me, watched. I arched a brow and tucked a finger beneath the hem of her soft shirt. “Off.”

  Porter moved to stand behind her, and as she lifted it over her head, he helped her work it off her arms, then dropped it to the floor.

  No fucking bra.

  I had to close my eyes for a moment at the sight of her. I wasn’t going to last. Sheer perfection. She was so much smaller than either of us. Dainty, even. Her breasts were full, not a handful but plump teardrops. Her nipples were large and tightened being exposed to the cooler air. And lower, between her thighs, her gorgeous pussy. She wasn’t bare like some women went for these days, but shaved so that there was a small dark thatch, trimmed short, above those plum-toned lower lips. She looked so fucking natural, so real.

  “Have you ever done this before?” she asked, glancing up at both of us.

  Porter tilted his head. “You mean a threesome?”

  She nodded. I couldn’t have a conversation while the woman of my dreams stood before me. Naked. So I reached out, cupped a breast. Tested its weight, softness, the stiff peak.

  Her breath came out in a breathy exhale and Porter matched my movements with his own hand.

  She glanced down at our hands on her. The difference had been striking when we had our hands between her parted thighs in the SUV, but now that we could see every inch of her, completely bare while we were still fully dressed… fuck.

  “No,” he said. “You?”

  She gave a little laugh, but it turned into a whimper when I tugged on her nipple. Those pink tips were remarkably sensitive. “God, no. I want to touch you,” she all but whined, but her eyes fell shut and she arched her back so her breasts filled our palms even more.

  I dropped my hand, stripped. When I almost tipped over tugging off my boot, her laughter filled the room. I moved to sit on the ottoman that went with a big comfortable chair to work it off. “Sassy girls get spanked,” I said, looking up at her.

  She bit her lip, rubbed her thighs together.

  Porter swatted her butt. While the crack of it filled the room, it wasn’t all that hard. She gasped and squirmed some more. “I’m not sassy, I’m… I’m—”

  “Sexy,” Porter finished.

  “Horny,” she countered.

  It was our turn to laugh. We couldn’t argue with that.

  Once I was completely bare, I put my hands behind me on the back edge of the ottoman, leaned back. With my legs out in front of me, my dick jutted lewdly up in the air. I couldn’t miss the way her eyes widened as she took it in. I knew she couldn’t miss the pre-cum that slid off the crown and down the length.

  “Touch away, baby. I’m all yours.”

  She came up to me, stood between my spread knees. The difference in our height was fixed with me sitting down. She, in fact, was a little taller, but I didn’t mind. Her breasts were right in line with my mouth, so I leaned forward and took one between my lips, sucked.

  Her fingers went to my hair, tangled.

  The soft, silky feel of her skin against my tongue was heaven. The hard peak pressing against the roof of my mouth. The way her body squirmed as I sucked and tugged, licked and even nipped lightly.

  “Liam,” she breathed. “I want you in me. Now.”

  “Sweetness thinks she’s in charge,” Porter said from behind her back.

  I lifted my head and glanced at him. He’d stripped off everything but his jeans, which were open, the fly undone. The top of his dick peeked out from the open V.

  “I’m ready,” she added, running her fingers through my hair, over my jaw. A soft touch, but I felt her need in the motions.

  “We haven’t even warmed you up,” I said. “We’ve got big dicks, baby, and we don’t want to hurt you. Just because your pussy’s needy doesn’t mean it’s ready.”

  “I’m warmed up,” she countered, stepping closer, but moving so she straddled one of my bent legs. She sat down on my hard thigh, began to rub her clit against me. Her juices coated my skin and she moved easily.

  Fuck, that was hot. Her breasts swayed as she worked herself on my leg.

  I tugged her back up to standing. “Check her, Porter.”

  I wasn’t used to telling another man what to do while I was naked, but Porter didn’t complain, just cupped her pussy from behind. I watched as his fingers slipped into her, disappeared nice and deep. She went up on her tiptoes as her hands settled on my shoulders for balance.

  Wet sounds filled the room as he worked her. But he wasn’t touching her clit. I wasn’t sure if she was orgasmic without clit contact, but it was sure as shit hot to watch as she rode my friend’s fingers.

  He pulled them out. “Soaked.”

  “Please,” she whimpered.

  Porter handed me a condom. I hadn’t been paying him any attention while I had my mouth full of soft tit, but he must have gotten it from a drawer. Somewhere. Hell, who cared as lo
ng as I was able to protect Jill and get in her?

  I ripped open the packet, but she stilled my hands, climbed up in my lap so she was straddling my legs.

  “Whoa, baby.”

  While I was barely thinking, my dick getting too close to her pussy to do so, I had enough brain cells to slow her roll.

  “I gotta protect you.”

  She shook her head, rolled her hips so that her pussy brushed against the length of me, her breasts rubbing against my chest as she hooked her hands around my neck. “Bare. Take me bare. I’ve got an IUD.”

  I groaned, gritted my teeth. I’d never gone without a condom before. Ever. Women had said something similar before, that they were clean and on some kind of birth control. While I believed them, I’d never risked it in case they weren’t telling the truth, if they were trying to trap me. I wanted kids, but not that way. Not by deceit. And any woman willing to do that wasn’t mother-material in my mind.

  I knew Jill wasn’t like that, wouldn’t lie. I trusted her words. Still…

  While I desperately wanted to fuck Jill raw, this was a big fucking deal. Literally. I was clean, there was no question of that. But there was definitely a chance we’d make a baby if she wasn’t on birth control. It wasn’t that I didn’t want kids with her, hell, thinking of her belly all round with our child made me practically lose the last shreds of control I had left.

  But we hadn’t talked about it and my dick two inches from heaven wasn’t the time to do so. We should have done it earlier when we’d been dressed. So much for that.

  Porter moved to stand at the side of the ottoman so he could look down at her.

  “We said before that there was no going back. But this, sweetness? No condom means forever.”

  “With both of us,” I added, making sure she understood. She was naked in my lap, so she probably got that idea. “I’m clean. Got tested as part of the physical for work.”

  “I am, too. Tested over the summer and I haven’t been with anyone since,” Porter added. I didn’t follow Porter’s sex life before we laid eyes on Jill, but I knew there was no other woman my dick wanted.