Kendall Vs. Twins

by Mona Cox

  “Oh,” I let out a gasp that distracts Rhino. He looks down then adds his hand to the top of my other thigh.

  “Oh god,” I groan out louder.

  I can't wait.

  I need these two guys to fuck me right now.

  I reach out both hands to the side and go to battle with buckles and fastenings, anxious to free two massive cocks already bulging. I'm definitely not ambidextrous, so I need both hands to free Hunter's massive pole. I turn my head so he covers my mouth with his and our tongues begin a frenzied tangle that's quickly building.

  With my other hand I manage to loosen Rhino's huge cock as well. It stands straight up between his impressive abs and the steering wheel. I can't decide which to bend down to lick first – because yes, I want both of them. Then Hunter shoves his biggest finger inside me and I shudder down the seat.

  “I can't stand it,” I say. “I need to be fucked right now.”

  “A girl after my own heart,” someone says, I don't know who because I've entered that world of delirium where you just want a big cock filling your pussy and stretching you so far you feel he's fucking your entire body.

  I'm small enough that I can clamber up and over Hunter to straddle his thighs without slamming my head into the roof of the cab. He takes my mouth hungrily and pulls down the front of my mini dress to hook my tits out of their lace cups. No time for La Perla now, he's as desperate as I am for this. We're both panting and rasping at the small amount of air, even though the windows are open to the balmy evening.

  I hitch my hips and angle his cock so I locate his head in my hollow. We both hitch a sharp breath of anticipation, shaking against each other. Then I thrust myself forward and slide down the stunning length of him.

  I sit there, impaled on his shaft, relishing the sensation of his width pressing against my inner walls. The shivers run through me at how his cock invades me and claims my body. I want more of him. I want him to annihilate the throbbing need for more.

  But don't let anyone tell you it's easy fucking in a car. Straddling his lap, my head touches the roof and I have to lurch my neck to one side to be able to bob on him. Even that isn't easy. Hunter grabs my hips and holds me down on his root, grinding into me but I will not be held.

  “Fuck me,” I shout “Fuck me hard.”

  Rhino is stroking his cock with one hand and suddenly veers to the side of the road, taking a track that leads – who the fuck cares? - to brake behind a stand of trees.

  In an instant he's out of the car and Hunter opens his door to swivel around and climb down. My legs are laced behind him, still impaled down on his cock harder than I've ever been stuck to anything.

  “You're going to fuck her first again?” Rhino groans, not looking forward to another set of blue balls.

  There's no need to fight. I saw them doing some workout together earlier today and watching them pull on each other for muscle resistance turned me on more than anything I've ever watched in a public place.

  “What are they doing?” I asked one of their squad.

  “Acro yoga,” he told me.

  Holding opposite elbows while sitting on the ground facing each other they'd used the other's strength, pulling on the upper body while rocking back and forth on their thighs, using each other as a set of nautilus equipment.

  “Wow.”

  “That's what girls always say.”

  “You can both have me. Now. I want you both.” I tell them now. Ordering them really, having my turn at control for once.

  They don't need to be told twice. Rhino yanks the tailgate and Hunter hops up, bringing us onto the flatbed, where he lies back with me straddling his dick.

  Panting and moaning for more, I ride him while he lies back and thumbs the hard point of my clit, watching my tits bounce. I'm already getting close, the tension of explosive pleasure pooling and gathering in my legs. Rhino slides in behind me, between Hunter's knees. Hunter grabs my hips and holds me down with my lips ringing his root while Rhino scoops juices from my leaking pussy to rub into my tight rear hole.

  “Oh, God,” I moan in trepidation.

  “It's okay, baby. It's gonna feel so fucking good.”

  I trust them totally and believe that, but still I'm nervous about how the size of Rhino's cock is gonna fit in my ass, when it's already a huge stretch to take either guy in my pussy. Sets of hands clasp my butt cheeks to raise me up until Hunter's tip is right at my pussy mouth, sending me half crazy with the desire to slam back down on him. But Rhino is insistent.

  When I feel his head at my other hole, I shudder with longing. His thumb stretches me apart and then his cock is an inch inside.

  “Yes,” I groan out, my head thrashing this way and that with need and longing.

  Another inch. Hunter's cock shoves a little further into my pussy matching Rhino's progress into my back hole.

  “Ohmigod,” I moan again. The desire to shove down and impale myself on two cocks is almost out of control.

  They edge further and further into my body. Rhino breaks through the tight barrier with a sort of snap and then he glides all the way in. Immediately Hunter's cock jerks into me all the way.

  “Holy fuck,” someone grits, maybe even me because the feeling is unbelievable. Two huge cocks filling me, their beautiful velvet tips must be butting heads inside me which seems somehow appropriate.

  The men take hold of each other at the elbows, doing that acrobatic yoga shit with me between them, gliding in and out of my holes in tandem. Like they do everything it seems – in tandem.

  There on the back of the truck with moonlight falling through the trees, we rock as a threesome until the pleasure volcano erupts, one setting off another in a trio of loud explosion.

  22

  Epilogue

  Three Months Later

  Unconventional, much?

  I never really wanted the exact same thing as other girls and in the end I got it. LOL.

  I figured I was having my exciting adventure weekend and then I'd go back to real life but the guys were having none of it. We lay in the flatbed of the truck for an age, me sprawled across two solidly ridged chests, trailing my fingers along one muscle hillock then the other.

  Then the convo started.

  “Kendall which one of us do you want for your guy?”

  I was surprised to say the least. I thought I'd be lucky to get a text for a happy hour hook up sometime.

  “I don't know,” was all I could say. Because truth was I wanted to be greedy. I wanted it all.

  Would I choose between them? Should I have to? Some might think our relationship a little unconventional, but the two men are closer than is humanly possible and to separate them would be wrong.

  Hunter twirled a tendril of hair around his finger then gave it to me straight.

  “You think there's any way you could be happy with both of us?”

  “You bet I could,” I said and felt another wave of pleasure wash through the men still buried inside me.

  It could have been really complicated though. I mean, imagine explaining to your mum, or your great aunt Judy, that you've got two boyfriends.

  And yeah you do have outrageously mind-blowing sex with both of them.

  At the same time.

  Even my more open-minded friends would say, “That shit really is just for Christmas.”

  Luckily, the twins had set themselves up with an out of the norm existence that people in real life could never understand completely. Even Hunter – City suit by day (and boy does he look hot in a suit), daredevil every weekend. So thanks to that set up, they slotted me in without too many raised eyebrows.

  During the week I live with Hunter in his loft in the Meatpacking District. Rhino will stay over if he's in town and no one raises one of those eyebrows if he arrives in one of his skintight Lycra jumpsuits. I mean, Steve Tyler lives down the street. Weekends, Hunter and I go out to the shore like any normal couple going to their summer house except we spend it a trois.

  “Are you ju
mping today?” Rhino asked me one bright, clear Saturday, all pumped up for some new stunt they'd spent weeks planning out.

  “Nooooo,” I squeaked as he came up behind me and pulled me back on his bulge where I ground my tukas onto him as his twin poured three coffees. “My life is quite daring enough with you two without throwing myself out of airplanes.”

  “I thought you said you loved it.”

  “I loved it once. I loved surviving more. This is quite enough excitement for me.”

  “Face it, Rhino, she's a landlubber.”

  “When are we gonna talk about the next big adventure?”

  “What's that?” I ask with trepidation. Rhino's an extreme adventure type, so I never know what I'm in for when he gets an idea in his head.

  He's got a glint as he throws me his wicked stare. I'd be trembling right down to my toes if we hadn't already tried every possible scenario in the bedroom and out of it. Still he could probably conjure up some entertainment no one's ever thought of outside Hustler magazine.

  “A new life,” he says.

  Shit. They don't want me to start giving them little adventurers?

  “Guys, I'm not ready to get pregnant yet.”

  We always talk about exactly what we're feeling. With three of us, it works better that way. And the twins know each others thoughts without ever verbalizing them, so if I want in on them, I have to be direct.

  “No Babe, I don't think either of us is ready for that either. Rhino's still a kid himself.”

  “Hey that's not true. Anyway our five kids will have the best kind of Dad. The fun one, that does cool stuff with them and the responsible one in the high-waist jeans.”

  The twins have a fake tussle over that and my thighs get wet watching the perfectly toned bodies tangled in a play-fight.

  “We thought about starting our own promotional events company,” Hunter says, when they come apart, panting, and look up at me, faces glowing like kids. I love them both so much when they're like this.

  We tease Rhino, just a little, but he's not really a big kid in the real sense. That gets irritating in a grown man. He's a great businessman and people love his energy which makes for great networking.

  “That could be great,” I say, wondering if there'd be a space for me with the two of them.

  “Derek's behind it and you know he wanted to hunt that beautiful head of yours, so what do you say?”

  “You mean it? We three are going to work together as well as play?”

  “Best life ever.”

  “We don't have to start until noon because of the wind. Let's go for a swim while Hunter makes breakfast,” Rhino says, with a grin.

  Hunter just smiles and goes to the refrigerator for eggs.

  “I don't – auuk...” I let out a squeak as Rhino hooks his arm under my thighs and picks me up like I weigh less than a beach towel.

  He throws me across his shoulder, refusing any resistance and slides the door to the back deck open. Down the steps and we're on the sand, then he takes off running for the water with me squealing and grabbing at his narrow waist. His hand clamping me, lays right across my lower butt cheeks and already soaked pussy.

  The guys like to do this sometimes. When they want a solo with me, some alone time, they pick me up and carry me off to some exciting spot outside our shared bedrooms and take what they want. Don't get me wrong, I'm all for it. But that doesn't mean it's not fun to play-resist and pretend to be worried that the odd one out will be upset. A tiny bit of competition between Hunter and Rhino adds a lot of spice to the relationship and I'm the main beneficiary.

  Rhino walks into the ocean all the way up to his waist before setting me down, facing him. His hand clasps around the back of my head to pull my mouth up to his, the other is already tearing at my clothes. One finger hooks the string of my bikini top and flips it up so my tits bob free on the water. His brusque hand mounds my right breast, twisting the large point until I moan into his mouth just how he likes.

  He lifts me and my thighs lace around his back.

  “I need to be inside you right fucking now,” he growls, low and animal raw.

  “I'm all yours,” I say, which is true.

  When I'm with Rhino, he owns me. When I'm with Hunter, he takes full possession. And when I'm with both, they claim me equally. It's fucking amazing and I can't ever get enough of the play between the two men, so different and so alike.

  Lucky me, I won't have to.

  When Rhino's destroyed my pussy, fucking me hard and fast until I grind my nails into his shoulders and throw my head back to scream at the sky, from the amount of delicious pleasure building up in my core. When he's completely obliterated every thought but me and him, joined as close as humanly possible and brought me shuddering over the edge, my face thrown into his neck to bite down on him. Only then does he carry me out of the deep, still impaled on his prick and lays me down on the shore.

  Very gently so the pebbles or sand don't grit at my skin. Then he hungrily kisses and caresses every part of my body as the surf washes up my legs and recedes, washes up and goes back like it's lifting away the final aftershocks of Rhino's complete destruction of my senses.

  Then he lifts me up and I curl into his chest while he carries me up the beach, looking like a wild man with his hair all wet. He takes the steps with my weight like it's nothing and deposits me at the counter in time for breakfast. He goes to grab a towel to dry off my back.

  Hunter sets down a plate of eggs with sausage and pancakes, mimosas and coffee, our standard weekend morning feast with his delicious grin that tells me it won't be long before he wants a turn with me. I am nothing, if not treated like a total princess.

  Preview - Lisa Vs. Outlaw!

  Billionaires, bosses, professors, princes…whatevs, ya know? I need a real man.

  Good luck finding an outlaw in the Hamptons.

  Just because someone has some whips and chains doesn’t make me go all gooey.

  I mean, I could just go buy that at the dollar store.

  Nope. I need rugged. I need alpha. I need an outlaw.

  Not some white collar criminal either. Insider stock trading does not make you an outlaw. Neither does stealing cable. Or tearing the tags off pillows.

  But that’s all I have to choose from.

  Until I meet Diesel and get captivated by his mysterious eyes, and insanely hot body.

  He’s the total package - emphasis on the word “package”.

  Now there’s just one question. Will his bike ever be the same after I ride on it? And I’m not talking about the Harley either ;)

  *** It’s the cute single girl versus the Big Bad Outlaw in this sixth installment from Mona Cox. Guaranteed to be sweet, steamy, sassy, and fun. No cheating or cliffhangers. HEA? You know it, babe! ***

  Lisa

  I swirl the gin and tonic in front of me as I listen to Christine sigh happily over Lover Boy.

  “Oh, and then, he bought me this!” She holds her arm out so everyone can admire the emerald-encrusted bracelet on her arm. It’s beautiful, even if a bit old-fashioned for my taste, but Christine’s eyes sparkle as much as the emeralds when she adds happily, “It was made in the early 1800s for the queen of France! Can you imagine?”

  I try not to roll my eyes in time with the swirling of my gin and tonic, but really, this is all getting to be a bit too much. Yeah, I want my friends to be happy, but the gushing and the gems? Can anyone say “over the top”?

  We're at the Boathouse, just three friends enjoying a Sunday afternoon together, but I have to admit, my oh-so-in-love friends are mostly just spending it outdoing each other by comparing Lover Boy stories.

  Ashley jumps in. Of course Ashley jumps in. She's just as bad as Christine, if not worse. “Apollo hasn’t given me anything that used to belong to the queen of France, but he did buy me a Maserati the other day. It’s so fun to drive; I should take you two out for a spin in it! One at a time, since it’s just a two-seater, of course.”

  “More than
the gifts,” Christine sighs, and I swear to god, this is true; she clasps her hands in front of her as she talks, like an actress from the 40s or something, “it’s the love and attention he gives me. Anders is more attentive than anyone—”

  Okay, I can't help it anymore. The snort came out. It's loud and patrons three tables over turn to stare, but I just can't hold it in anymore. The love in the air is so thick, I can hardly see through it anymore.

  “Are we making you ill over there?” Ashley asks, eyebrow cocked at me.

  “A little,” I mumble into my suddenly-very-important-must-drink-right-now gin and tonic. When they just continue to stare at me, I shift in my seat and sigh.

  “I just…” I look out over the lake as I try to pick the right words. “I haven't found anyone like that for me, you know? I wish that I liked soft guys. I want—”

  “There’s nothing soft about Anders,” Christine breaks in with a naughty wiggle of her eyebrows. Ashley titters knowingly and I only barely restrain myself from rolling my eyes again.

  “I want a Long Island tough kind of guy,” I say, trying to explain. “I want a man. I want a beast who'll come along and fuck me. I think all the real men died out in the 1950s and now they’re all too afraid to say what they really think. Everyone is obsessed with being politically correct.”

  I listen to the gentle lap of the water against the boat deck as Ashley and Christine outdo themselves, assuring me that their new, amazing boyfriends are not soft and weak, but rather hard and ready to fuck at a moment's notice. I listen, but they don't really seem to get it. They're too in love to realize that their men aren't perfect. At least, not the kind of perfect that I want. I want the perfectly unperfect. I want a man who makes me his, and doesn't ask questions.