Their Border Lands Destiny [Men of the Border Lands 11] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Marla Monroe

  Even long seconds after she’d returned to her body, thrills of pleasure coursed through her bloodstream as Granger continued to lick at her cum, drenching his face. She was much too tired to be embarrassed by what had happened between them, but as soon as she recovered, she wouldn’t be able to look at the two men without blushing. She’d screamed and begged like a slut. What would they think of her?

  Then she became aware of Marty’s hard naked cock bobbing not far from her face as he stretched above her. She looked up at him through her lashes and caught the pained expression on his face. She licked her lips and wondered what it would be like to take him into her mouth. They’d made her feel so good. Shouldn’t she return the favor?

  Not allowing herself to think too much about it, Destiny reached out and grabbed Marty’s thick stalk and squeezed. His startled moan startled her into letting go. At the disappointment etched on his face when she let go, Destiny smiled shyly and wrapped her hand around him once more. When she squeezed, a drop of pre-cum leaked at the slit in the crown. She ran her tongue over it, immediately liking the slightly salty taste.

  She licked up and down the thick stalk of Marty’s dick, closing her eyes in pleasure as she tasted his musky maleness. Each ridge and bump gave her a new place to explore with her tongue.

  “Fuck, Destiny. You’re killing me here,” Marty said with a groan.

  She dragged her tongue all around under the crown, paying close attention to the spot underneath the lip that seemed to be extra sensitive. When he dug his fingers into her scalp, she knew she’d gotten to him. His moans and groans egged her on until she slowly drew in on the mushroom head and closed her mouth around him.

  “Fuck! Just like that, honey,” Marty hissed out.

  She slowly lowered her head down his cock until she hit the back of her throat. She backed off before she gagged, then did it again and again. Each time, she managed to take a little more of him inside of her. His moans and groans along with the subtle kneading of his fingers against her scalp were all the encouragement she needed to continue exploring his stalk with her tongue.

  Giving him some of what he’d given her had her flying with him as she took him even deeper into her throat.

  “That’s it, honey. Swallow around me. Ah! Just like that. So good.” Marty’s guttural voice tightened her cunt with need once again.

  Destiny reached up and caressed his balls with one hand, lightly rolling them in their sac. He tightened his grip on her scalp, digging his nails in slightly. She took that as a positive sign and gently tugged on them before returning to rolling and squeezing the two covered globes.

  “Fuck! I’m going to come, honey. Swallow it. All of it, Destiny.”

  She hummed her agreement and sucked on him harder as his balls drew up in her hand. Spurt after spurt of his cum coated her throat and filled her mouth as she struggled to swallow the salty semen. When he’d finished, she licked him clean then relaxed back against the bed with her eyes closed.

  “That was so fucking hot,” Granger said with a tight note to his voice.

  Destiny realized that she’d left him out of everything, concentrating on Marty. Guilt washed over her, and she started to sit up to reach for Granger, but he shook his head.

  “Don’t move, darling. I’ve got plans for you. Do you trust me?” he asked, strain evident in the tightness of his voice.

  “I trust you, Granger. What are you going to do?” she asked, unable to hide the uncertainty in her voice.

  “I’m going to make you ours, baby. We know you’re a virgin. I’m going to be careful, but there will be a little pain at first. You know that, don’t you?” he asked.

  She nodded, unable to say anything more. She’d expected this since he’d first tried to talk to her the other day. Still, knowing what was to come wasn’t the same thing as being ready for it. The books had ranged from making it sound like there was nothing to it to the loss of her virginity being the most painful experience she’d ever have outside of childbirth. All she could do was trust Granger and Marty to take care of her.

  “Granger. Maybe we should wait,” Marty said.

  “No! I don’t want to wait. Waiting won’t change anything.” Destiny wasn’t sure where her strength had come from, but she didn’t want to wait.

  “Easy, darling. Just relax. Let us do all the work.” Granger leaned in and kissed her, sharing her taste as he did.

  He didn’t take or demand from her as she’d expected with his gruffness always so evident. Instead, he coaxed and teased her, giving her the freedom to explore him as Marty had explored her. Desire slowly grew with each tease of his tongue. She whimpered with need, not really knowing what it was she needed.

  He slowly pulled away and stared deep into her eyes before licking and nipping at her nipple. Marty joined in on the other one, and pleasure rose fast and sweet inside of her once again. How could it be so good so soon? Destiny moaned and gave herself over to them to take her where they wanted.

  * * * *

  Granger was wild with need but held back, wanting to be sure she was ready for him. He’d never taken a virgin before, never feeling the need to prove himself or be the first like so many other guys. Instead, he’d treasured the ones who’d lost their innocence in more ways than one, taking pleasure in showing them that it wasn’t always disappointing, and there was more to it than a few sweaty minutes in the back seat of some jock’s car.

  He licked and sucked his way down her body. Each new sensitive spot he found was catalogued to explore later, when they had more time. Right now, he wanted to give her pleasure and take away the pain of her first time. Getting it out of the way so they could all bond and become comfortable with each other was much more important.

  Marty took over pleasuring her breasts while Granger returned to her gorgeous pussy. Its pale pink lips grew darker as she became more aroused. He loved seeing them blossom with color, knowing that he was part of the reason. Her clit peeked timidly from beneath its hood, as if remembering there was pleasure to be had but still not sure at the same time. Granger couldn’t wait until all they had to do was breathe on her neck or brush against her breasts to elicit desire to bloom in their woman.

  “You’re so pretty. I could look at your sweet pussy for hours, eat your delicious juices for days,” he told her.

  Her answering moan tightened his cock. Already rock hard and painful, the pressure of laying on it as he licked and sucked on her cunt was almost more than he could bear, but he wanted to be sure she was ready for him, or as ready as she could be. He wanted to stretch her some so that his intrusion wouldn’t be too hard. With cum boiling in his balls, patience wasn’t coming easy for him.

  He pressed two fingers inside of her, the juices from her recent orgasm giving him plenty of lubrication. He spread them over and over as he pressed in and out of her in shallow thrusts. Her body undulated with him, already attuned to what it wanted from him. He couldn’t help but smile in satisfaction that she wanted him.

  He pushed slightly deeper with each stroke of his fingers inside her wet cunt. When he encountered the flesh that protected her virginity, he gently pushed at it in time with his sucking on her clit until the slight tightness in her thighs pressed against him relaxed, and she returned to rocking her pelvis in time to his thrusts. Over and over, Granger pushed her until he felt the slight tear of the hymen. He sucked hard on her clit then retreated, leaving her on the edge of orgasm.

  When he pulled back and knelt between her legs, his eyes met her wide ones, wild with need. She whimpered and reached for him, an air of desperation surrounding her. He caught Marty’s eyes and nodded. The other man kissed her while twisting and tugging on her nipples as Granger plunged into her hot, wet cunt in one deep thrust.

  He felt her tear beneath him at the same time she screamed into Marty’s mouth, her legs wrapping around Granger’s back as if she didn’t want him to leave her. He stilled, fighting against the urge to pull out and plunge in again. Her sweet pussy was so tight
and wet. He had never felt anything like this before. His cock felt swaddled in a silky, satin clamp that threatened to squeeze him to death. Each ripple of her sensitive tissues around his equally sensitive dick gave new meaning to the word pleasure. Even not moving, he was on the verge of losing it.

  “So tight. God, you’re so damn tight, Destiny.” Granger felt sweat rolling down his face as he fought to remain still, buried deep inside of her.

  She tore her mouth from Marty’s, pulling his hair to move his head. “Move, damn you! Don’t leave me like this!” she screamed.

  Granger groaned and pulled back from her perfect embrace. The rasp of her hot cunt over his oversensitive cock was almost more than he could stand. He thrust back inside of her, biting back the need to come. His balls were so tight he expected them to explode at any minute. He refused to let it end this quickly. She would come again before he let go.

  Each thrust of his dick into her sweet pussy was sheer torture. The way her body responded as he rasped over her sensitive tissues thrilled him. She had a death grip on Marty’s hair as the other man sucked her perfect nipples. Seeing her eyes widen as she watched first Marty, then him, pleasure her only added to the pressure building in his balls.

  “Marty, I’m losing it, man. Take care of her,” he ground out between clenched teeth.

  He struggled not to dig his fingers into her hips as he pounded into her tight cunt over and over, watching as Marty fingered her clit. The surprise on her face when she came again was worth every bit of the torture of holding off a little longer. The ripples of her pussy around his cock squeezed and milked him until he felt fire race down his spine to detonate in his balls.

  Nothing could have stopped him from roaring as he shot his cum deep inside of her. He felt it from his curled toes all the way to the tips of his ears. Fuck, he’d have cramps in his ass muscles after this. It felt as if it went on forever. The more she contracted her cunt around his straining dick, the more he came until finally, he collapsed over her.

  Marty cursed, pulling out from under him as he caught his weight on his arms to keep from crushing Destiny. All he could do was grunt at the man.

  “Hey, asshole. Don’t suffocate her. Let her breathe. Roll over.” Marty pushed on him until he eased to the side.

  Granger slowly pulled free of her still quivering pussy and kissed her neck, burying his nose there while he fought to breathe. He was fucking toast. Nothing had prepared him for her. Her innocence and fearlessness tied him up in knots. Now she was his—theirs. He’d do everything in his power to keep her safe and make her happy.

  Marty’s gaze caught his over her head. There was a sort of bonding in that look. She’d affected his new friend the same way she’d affected him. He nodded back at the man and closed his eyes to enjoy the moment. Too soon, they would be back on the road looking for a safe place to call home.

  Chapter Twelve

  Destiny sat in the back seat of the Jeep as they drove toward Broadus on highway two twelve. She watched out the window without really seeing anything. Her mind was too busy reliving that morning to notice the scenery, or lack of it. Everything seemed surreal to her right then. Her body still sang from the orgasms they’d given her, each bump in the road reminding her sore body of how it had sung for them earlier.

  “How are you doing back there, ladybug?” Marty asked, watching her through the rearview mirror.

  “Good. How much longer ’til we get there?”

  “Not long. Maybe another thirty minutes or so. Need anything?” Granger asked, turning to look at her.

  “No. I’m fine.” She felt heat rush to her skin. All it took was for one of them to smile at her, and she burned all over again.

  “She’s fucking adorable when she blushes like that,” Marty said, glancing back at her.

  “Keep your eyes on the road,” she fussed.

  “Yes, ma’am.” Marty just grinned back at her through the mirror again.

  She stuck her tongue out at him then giggled like a girl. What was wrong with her?

  I’m in love. Not only am I in love with two delicious men, but I had sex with them, and it was freaking amazing!

  “What are you thinking about back there, darling?” Granger asked with a knowing smile.

  “Nothing.”

  She refused to look at him. If she did, she’d blush again, and he’d know what she was thinking about. They were enjoying teasing her so that she got all hot and sweaty.

  Thirty minutes later, they pulled into the outskirts of Broadus. It looked like a modern day ghost town at first, but as they drove through, evidence that people still lived there could be seen when you looked hard enough. Destiny didn’t like the way the place felt, but then she never felt good around populated places.

  “We’re going to need to get some gas from somewhere,” Marty said.

  Granger pointed toward a parking lot ahead of them. “Pull in there. We’ll check and see if we can siphon any from one of them.”

  Marty followed his directions and stopped next to an older pickup truck. They sat there for a second looking around, but nothing moved around them.

  “Stay inside in case there’s trouble. I’ll try for the gas.” Granger jumped out of the Jeep and pulled a length of hose out from under his seat.

  Destiny watched as he walked, opened the gas cap of the truck, and fed the hose into the tank. She looked around, trying to keep watch for anyone that might cause trouble. She heard the gas cap come off of the Jeep next. Still nothing moved around them. Her neck ached from the tension of watching for movement anywhere.

  After what seemed like forever, she heard Granger screw the cap back on the Jeep. Seconds later, he opened the Jeep’s door and shoved the hose back under the seat. Then he opened a bottle of water and rinsed his mouth.

  “Crap, that’s nasty. How much does the gas gauge show, Marty? Do we need to find another one?” he asked.

  “Looks like a good three quarters full. That should do us for a while. We’ve got the five gallon can in the back if we get too low,” Marty answered.

  “Sounds good to me.” Granger jumped back into the Jeep.

  “Um, guys. Can we find somewhere sort of private? I need to go.” She had tried to wait as long as possible, but since they were stopped anyway, she didn’t think she could wait much longer.

  “Gotcha, ladybug. Give me a second to find you somewhere.” Marty pulled out of the parking lot and drove around until he found a spot behind a store that they could keep watch while she relieved herself.

  They stepped out of the Jeep on one side to take advantage of the rest stop while she took care of herself on the other side that had the wall of the store at her back. No one could see her or get to her without going through them first. As soon as she finished, she cleaned her hands with the alcohol wipes she’d found and kept in her pack.

  When she climbed back in the Jeep, Marty was already inside. He handed her a bottle of water. The door opened and Granger got in.

  “Let’s get going. We’ve been here too long,” he said.

  Marty started the engine, and they headed back out of town again. They passed the drive time telling each other a little about themselves. She listened to Marty talk about how the police department in Chicago had gone to crap almost immediately. She talked about how she’d sit and watch people through her binoculars and make up stories about them to keep her company when she was by herself.

  “What about you, Granger? What did you do at first?” she asked.

  He glanced over at Marty then stared out the side window in silence for a few seconds. Finally, he started talking.

  “Mostly I just wandered from place to place. I wasn’t too upset about it at the time. I worked for food and a place to sleep just to get by. Guess you could say I had a bad attitude for a few years. Eventually that got old, and I decided it was time to settle down in one place. I knew I didn’t want to live in a city or even one of the smaller towns. People were too paranoid, and most of them would just as s
oon shoot you as look at you.” He shook his head and didn’t say anything for a few minutes. Destiny could tell he was struggling with something. She couldn’t imagine what would weigh so heavily on him.

  “I’d been as far west as Broadview, north of Billings, and liked it out there. The little communities out there are fairly friendly once they know they can trust you. They stick together and help take care of each other. Then I met you and Marty.”

  “What did you do before everything?” she asked.

  “I was an accountant, believe it or not.” He sounded bitter about that. Why?

  “You sure don’t look like an accountant. You don’t wear wire-rimmed glasses or have pencils in your pocket,” she teased.

  “Yeah, well, people change,” he said.

  After that, the conversation turned to the things they saw along the way. By the time they pulled into Lame Deer, the sun was low on the horizon. Destiny was tired and needed to walk around. Her legs ached from sitting too long. Still, Granger had them drive almost all the way out of the city to the outskirts. He directed them down a gravel road that seemed to lead to nowhere. When they emerged into a gravel parking lot outside what looked like a small town of wooden huts, she saw people freely walking around for the first time since she’d left Atlanta.

  “Where are we?” she asked.

  “This is a small community of Cheyenne Indians. They’re peaceful as long as you don’t cause any trouble,” Granger told them. “We’ll be safe here for the night.”

  They all got out, and Granger led them to one of the wood buildings where he knocked on the door. As if they’d been waiting for him to knock, the door opened, and a dark-skinned man a little shorter than Granger stepped out and held out his hand.