Two Times the Mountain Men (Menage MFM Romance)

by Terry Towers

  I nodded. The room seemed to go deathly silent as our eyes met and my pulse accelerated. If I didn’t move away from him immediately then we were going to have a repeat of last night—but would that be such a bad thing? I’d been on cloud nine all day and my writing was coming along amazingly. It was as though being with them had sparked something in me—and I wanted more, so much more.

  I’m not sure if it was me or Brock that made the initial move, but it was inevitable that our lips and bodies would come together.

  His kiss, which tasted of the beer that he’d been drinking, wasn’t the sweet kisses of the previous night, but was filled with a passion and intensity that I’d never felt before. Just as suddenly as the kiss began, it ended.

  “We’re not doing this here tonight,” Brock stated, standing.

  “But…” My brow knit as I looked up at him. My God he was tall, towering over me. I’d never been with such a tall, muscular man in my life. Taking my hand, he pulled me to my feet and in one swoop bent and slung me over his shoulder.

  “Come on, Tyler.”

  I yelped, getting a sense of déjà vu.

  I didn’t need to wonder where he was taking me as he crossed the room in several long, powerful strides, entering his bedroom. My hair cascaded over my eyes, blocking my view. Brushing my hair back, I looked up to see Tyler grinning at me.

  “Not funny, Tyler. You guys know I can walk, right?” Despite my complaint, in this circumstance I enjoyed being manhandled.

  “Are you going to complain that your constitutional rights are being infringed upon again?” Brock asked, giving my bottom a quick smack. The slap wasn’t so hard that it hurt, but it was hard enough to ignite the passion within me.

  “Perhaps.” My answer got me another little slap before I was dumped onto the bed. I bounced twice and couldn’t help but laugh as I flicked my hair out of my face and stared up at the two gorgeous men before me.

  This really couldn’t be happening—again. I was just a plain girl from New York who was a little to pudgy to be fitting into clothing in the regular girls’ section and had to shop on the big girls’ floor at Macy’s, but here I was lying on a bed in a cabin in Colorado with two of the sexiest men I’d even set eyes on staring down at me, intent on devouring me.

  “This has to be a dream,” I whispered.

  “Why do you say that, baby?” Tyler asked, pulling his t-shirt over his head and tossing it to the floor. Brock followed suit.

  “I don’t know. Just seems too surreal.” Propping myself up with my elbows braced behind me, I watched as the men began to strip out of their clothing.

  “I assure you, it’s real,” Brock said to me, undoing his pants and pushing them down over his hips. His erection bulged against his gray boxer briefs, begging for me to unleash it.

  Scrambling to my knees, I crawled over to him and slowly pulled his boxer briefs down, exposing his rock-hard shaft to me. There was a shimmer of precum at the tip of his dick and I couldn’t resist but to lean forward and lash my tongue at the tip.

  Brock groaned, reaching out and slipping his hand into my hair, resting it at the back of my head. A tiny smile touched my lips as I ran the tip of my tongue down the underside of his dick and then back up to the head. His hand fisted my hair as I repeated the process, grasping his dick at the base and beginning to stroke him.

  “Take it,” Brock growled, his voice strained.

  This time as I reached the head, I slipped the mushroom cap into my mouth. As I began to slowly take him into my mouth the fire in my core intensified and the dampness between my legs increased.

  As my mouth began to move up and down on his shaft, his hips began to rock against my mouth. Our movements were beginning to work in unison. With my free hand, I gripped his balls and gave them a gentle squeeze, while feeing Tyler’s weight join me on the bed.

  A moment later, I felt Tyler’s hands wrap around my waist, his lips brushing the side of my neck. “You’re way too overdressed for this, baby.” Grabbing the bottom of my tank top, Tyler began to pull it upward forcing me to release Brock’s magnificent dick from my mouth and hands to lift my hands up so Tyler could get the garment off and leaving me bare chested, since I’d opted to go without a bra this evening.

  “Beautiful,” Brock said, crouching before me and placing a kiss at the center of my chest before nipping at one of my nipples.

  “Very,” Tyler agreed catching my chin in his hand and urging me to look back at him, so he could plant a brief, but passionate kiss on my lips.

  “Thank you,” I breathed the words, hunger and need filling me.

  Slowly, I felt myself being lowered to the mattress and a set of strong hands removing my shorts with my panties quickly following suit. My heartrate accelerated as I opened my eyes and saw both men staring down at me, both were on the bed now, one on each side of me, with lust burning in their eyes. Just seeing them visually devour me made my pussy ache to be filled.

  “Have you ever fantasized about what it would be like to be with two men at the same time, Genevieve?” Brock asked, ghosting his lips across mine.

  A flush colored my cheeks. “I’ve written about it.”

  “So that’s a yes?”

  A shudder raced through my body and I nodded.

  “Have you had anal?” Tyler asked, placing a line of kisses down my stomach. My back arched as the need between my legs demanded satisfaction.

  The heat in my cheeks intensified, though I knew what he was getting at. The thought of the two men taking me at the same time both excited and scared me. Their dicks were so big. How would it even be possible?

  As if sensing my reservation, Brock gave me a reassuring smile. “It’ll be okay. We promise. Do you trust us?”

  Trust them? I barely knew them. But at the same time I was already trusting them with my body, my heart and my life—why stop now? “Yes.”

  “Good.” Brock placed another kiss on my lips and then rolled over and onto his back. One muscular arm reached out and pulled me over and onto him as if I weighed nothing more than a feather. As I straddled his waist, Brock’s cock peeked out from between my legs.

  Wrapping his arms around me, he pulled me toward him. My stare locked onto his a moment before our lips connected. Closing my eyes, I gave in to his demanding lips and tongue seeking entry. As our tongues played a wicked game of cat and mouse, I rubbed my moist pussy against his stiff shaft, the tip of his dick teasing my clit and turning my desire into a frenzy of need.

  “My God,” I gasped.

  “Take me in,” Brock ordered.

  I didn’t hesitate, positioning myself over Brock’s dick, I lined the head up with my opening and slowly sank onto him, moaning loudly as his dick dove deep within me, spreading my core and filing me to the hilt.

  “Fuck, you’re tight. Fucking amazing,” he groaned, his hand on my bottom, digging into the flesh.

  Placing the palms of my hands on his chest, I slowly began to move onto him, rocking my hips against his pelvis and allowing the sensations to sweep over me. As I moved on him, moving up and down, while rotating my hips in a circular motion so that the head of his dick was stroking my G-spot I felt Tyler come up behind me, his hands massaging my shoulders and slowly working their way down my back.

  Oh God, this is going to happen!

  Letting my head fall back and my hair cascade down my back, I tensed up when Tyler’s hands reached my bottom. “It’s okay,” he whispered against my neck, placing a kiss on my shoulder.

  “Okay,” I breathed.

  “Come here,” Brock didn’t wait for a reply, sliding his hands around my back and urging me to lie on his chest and bringing my lips to his.

  Keeping Brock’s dick firmly inside of me while our lips and tongues danced, I heard a click of what I assumed to be a lid and then the feel of cool liquid against my backside. My body tensed up once more, feeling Tyler’s finger pressing at my back entrance.

  “Relax.” Tyler’s voice was so self-assured and soothing
. Taking a deep breath in, I slowly released it. As I released the breath, Tyler slowly inserted his finger into my tight bud. It had been a long time since I’d felt anyone back there and the sensation felt both weird and oddly arousing.

  My body seemed to take over as I moved back against his finger, sinking it deeper into me. “Tyler please!” I moaned.

  He chuckled. “Your wish, ma’am.” He began to slowly move his finger in me, gently finger-fucking my ass. It wasn’t long before I was longing for a stronger sensation. As if sensing my need, Tyler added a second finger, this time he began to scissor his fingers, spreading me wide and preparing me for his dick.

  “Fuck me, baby,” Brock instructed.

  Doing as told, I began to move on him aware that both my holes were filled by the two friends. As I moved, the yearning within my core intensified. I couldn’t believe how amazing it felt to have the two men catering to me. Just when we found a good rhythm Tyler remove his fingers and I immediately let the loss.

  “Tyler,” I groaned.

  “Patience, my pet,” came his reply.

  Patience? I looked down at Brock again. The heat in his stare nearly made me come right then and there. But the feel of more lube, followed by Tyler’s dick attempting to breach my back entrance sent a jolt of fear through me.

  “Shhh.” Under me, Brock slid a hand the back of my head and urged my lips down to his. “Relax and breathe.”

  Taking a minute, I nodded. “Okay. I’m ready.”

  Brock smiled at me. “Then kiss me.”

  Lowering my lips to his, our kiss was frantic. For a minute the only thing that existed was the feel of him inside of me and the battle of our tongues. As Tyler began to press himself into me, I cried out against Brock’s lips. It hurt, it fucking hurt.

  “Relax,” Tyler whispered. “It’ll be worth it.”

  I had to trust him and despite the pain my body wanted it. My body was demanding that his cock enter my back entrance. Once more I forced myself to relax. Just when I thought I wouldn’t be able to stand the pain of Tyler’s girth he was inside. Both men were inside of me, filling me so full that I was sure I’d burst at any moment. But I didn’t.

  “Holy fuck.” Tyler groaned, his fingers sinking into my hips.

  “Wait.” I cried out, panting heavily. “Don’t move.”

  The feel of them both was nearly overwhelming me and making me feel light-headed.

  “Do you want me to stop?” Tyler asked.

  “No.” My reply was quick and sharp. “I need it. Need you both now.”

  “Then take us baby,” Brock replied bringing my attention back to him. With my gaze locked onto Brock’s piercing green eyes I began to move on him again. The motions were awkward at first, but we quickly found our rhythm and began to work as a team, giving and taking pleasure.

  “I’m having a hard time holding back,” Brock groaned his jaw clenching

  He wasn’t the only one. I was climbing the summit at such a rapid pace that I didn’t think I’d be able to handle another second of this delicious torture.

  “Then come with me, Brock,” I gasped.

  But it was Tyler that beat us to it. With a grunt, he slammed into my backside, sending me toppling onto Brock. His warm seed filled my backside and started a domino effect between the three of us.

  The feel of his cum filling my back entrance pushed me over the edge of my desire. My body tensed, making both men groan, before releasing a gush of my fluids to surround Brock’s cock. Brock in turn came, his cum mixing with mine, creating a tonic that was uniquely ours. Exhausted, all I could do was lie limp onto Brock savoring the feel of the three of us united as one.

  Tyler was the first to leave our union, carefully pulling out of me. With the passion in me fading, the pain of him stretching my ass came to the forefront of my mind and I grimaced as the angry head of his dick pulled out. Tyler immediately flopped onto his back next to us and beckoned me to come to him. Removing myself from Brock, I rolled off him and squirmed over to Tyler and snuggled up to his side. A moment later I felt Brock spoon me from behind, placing a kiss onto the back of my neck.

  I fell to sleep with a wide smile on my face and cuddled between two of the sexist men I’d ever met. I couldn’t have asked for anything more incredible then what I was feeling at this moment. Nothing and no one could ever hurt me, not with my men to protect me. I was as confident of that as I was my next breath.

  Chapter 13

  ~ Five Days Later ~

  Brock

  “Dammit!” I growled, looking at the screen and pounding a fist onto the top of the desk in frustration. What in the hell do we do now? This blizzard had turned out to be one of the worst the area had seen in close to a century. Power lines were being taken out and I wasn’t able to get any type of phone or internet connection.

  “What’s wrong?” Genevieve asked, coming up behind me and sliding a hand across my chest and planting a gentle kiss on the side of my neck. The contact made my dick jerk, but I wasn’t in the mood for that right now.

  “We are officially on our own. There’s no internet. There’s no power and God only knows how long it’ll be before it’s fixed. Without any connection to the outside world we have no idea what’s going on with the fugitives or when help may be on the way.”

  Closing my eyes, I allowed my head to fall back against her shoulder. Her perfume smelled so nice—like fresh roses. It was faint, just enough to make me want to stay close to her, indulging in the scent.

  “We’ve got lots of supplies. We’ll be fine,” she said, placing a kiss at my temple.

  Fuck, I could get seriously used to having her around. I should be frustrated with the blizzard crisis building by the second, but having her so close was calming me, making me feel as though the loss of power, internet and cell service was nothing but an inconvenience.

  “That’s not entirely the issue, baby.” Pulling out of her embrace, I spun the chair around, gripped her waist and pulled her down onto my lap. It wouldn’t hurt to enjoy her presence for a few minutes before I went outside and checked the generator and scouted the area.

  “It can’t snow forever.”

  I laughed, giving my head a shake. She simply wasn’t seeing the severity of the situation. “It’s been snowing for a week. We’re nearing a state of emergency at this point.”

  “But right now, it’s fine. Even if we lose the generator, we have tons of firewood and an entire forest to keep the heat going.”

  I wished I could just live in her mind for a little while. “This isn’t New York, baby. We’re in the middle of nowhere. We are hardly their priority.” She did have a point to a certain extent. “But you’re forgetting we’re not the only people out here. There’s others out there that may not be as prepared. It’s part of my job to ensure that they are safe as well.”

  Nodding, she replied with a wicked gleam in her eyes. “Then perhaps you guys should have kidnapped them and brought them here to your lair as well.”

  A roar of laughter erupted from me. “Perhaps you’re right. But remember as of yesterday the fugitives were still being spotted in town. They’re using the storm to stay hidden and strike when they need something.”

  “Opportunists at the core.”

  “Yeah. I guess you could say that.”

  She leaned into me and nuzzled my neck, sending a delicious shiver through me. I’d better be careful and stop this soon or I’d be scooping her up into my arms and carrying her to the bedroom and getting nothing accomplished today. My dick had other plans though as it began to press against the restrictive denim.

  “We can’t do this.”

  “I think we can. I need more motivation for the book,” she whispered, nipping at my ear.

  “Nope.” Gathering every ounce of resolve that I had in me, I grabbed her by the waist and lifted her off my lap and forced her to her feet, standing before her. She looked so cute standing in front of me. The foot and a little bit between our respective heights made such a hug
e difference, she was like fun-sized in comparison to me. “Motivation can happen later.” Giving her a swat on the ass, making her jump and blush I walked past her. “Work to do.”

  She groaned and rolled her eyes at me. “You know what they say, all work and no play.”

  “All work and no play makes for a safe stay at Casa Brock and Tyler.”

  Her eyes twinkled as she laughed. “All right.” She turned and began to walk to her room. I silently watched her ass sway back and forth with each step. She was intentionally doing it for me, the little vixen, trying one last time to tempt me. At the doorway she looked over her shoulder at me. “As long as you’re sure you can’t put it off a little longer.”

  What a brat. I grinned. “I’ve got lives to save.”

  “Then I guess I’ll work then. You know where to find me if you change your mind.” She hesitated.

  Raising a brow and pretending to be unperturbed by her, I motioned for her to carry on into the bedroom. She obliged, giving me one final pouty look over her shoulder. Crazy woman. I stood there for a moment, staring at the empty doorway. There was something different about Genevieve, I couldn’t put my finger on it, but there was. It wasn’t just my dick that got excited around her, but there was something deep down in me that just felt better when she was near. She’d only been with us a week and I was already beginning to wonder what it would be like without her. I wasn’t even sure if I could visualize life here with her gone.

  “Yo. Dude. Hey!”

  A sharp snapping sound broke me from the momentary trace I seemed to be in and brought me back to the present. Looking to my right there was Tyler, a towel slung around his waist and a frown on his face.

  “What’s up with you?” Tyler asked.

  “What do you mean?” I gave my head a shake, attempting to clear my mind.

  “It was like you were in a trance. You’re not going to go all Jack Nicholson in The Shining on us are you?”

  “Huh?” What in the fuck was he talking about?

  “The Shining. You know. Redrum… Jack Nicholson went crazy and tried to chop up his family.”