by Marla Monroe
When his eyes dropped to half-mast, she knew he was right there with her.
Chapter Nineteen
Destiny shivered at the sound of Granger’s rough voice. She slowly unbuttoned her shirt, taking her time as she did. Marty walked around her to stand next to Granger so he had a clear view of her as she slowly revealed the plain white bra she wore. After she dropped her blouse to the floor, she slid her hands down her chest, over her bra, and down her belly to rest at the waistband of her jeans.
“Take them off, darling. All of them.” Granger didn’t move as he watched her slowly unfasten her jeans, sliding the zipper down.
When she started to slide them down her hips, Marty stopped her.
“Turn around and take them off real slow,” he said.
She bit back a smile and slowly turned around. She quickly kicked off her shoes then slipped her hands inside the waistband and shoved them down one slow inch at a time. When she got them just past her hips, she bent over and pushed them down to her ankles, making sure they got a good view of her panty-covered ass for a few seconds before she stood back up and stepped out of the pants.
She had to roll in her lips and bite them to keep from laughing at the sound of one of them hissing out a breath when she reached around and unfastened the clasps of her bra. She slipped her arm out of one strap at a time before pulling it off and holding the plain white garment out to one side and letting it drop to the floor. Then she once again slipped her hands down her sides and into the waistband of her panties and rolled them down her legs as she bent over until she was able to step out of first one side and then the other. Instead of standing back up, she slowly spread her legs and grasped her ankles, letting them see her—all of her.
“Fuck me,” Marty gasped.
She slid a finger between her legs and dragged it all around her pussy without touching the wet folds or her sensitive clit. The more she stroked around her wet hole, the more she heard the men’s heavy breathing behind her. When she slipped her finger over her entrance and let it hover there, Granger growled low in his throat.
“Do it.”
She moaned and slowly sank her finger deep into her pussy over and over, then rolled it over her clit. She couldn’t stop her hips from swaying as she pumped her finger in and out of her hot, wet cunt.
“Aw, hell, baby,” Granger said, just before he grabbed her hips and pulled her back against him. “Marty, pull back the covers.”
He pulled her up, holding her until she was steady, then turned her around and took her mouth in an almost-punishing kiss. He owned her mouth as he touched and tortured every single inch of it. His tongue licked and stroked hers, sending shivers down her spine. What was it about their kisses that always made her dizzy?
When he finally pulled away, both of them were panting and shaking. He skimmed over her shoulders and down her arms until he reached her hands, where he laced their fingers together. As he drew her over to the edge of the bed, she caught a glimpse of Marty, gloriously naked, wearing only a smile as he knelt on the opposite side.
“Climb over to the center of the bed and lay on your back, arms over your head, and grasp the mattress. Don’t let go of it for any reason, baby.” Granger smiled down at her, but it held a wealth of heat that had her tingling in all the right places.
With one more look into his bottomless eyes, Destiny climbed onto the bed and eased to the middle, where she lay back and lifted her arms over her head. She grasped the edges of the mattress with her hands and waited.
“Spread your legs,” Marty said.
She moved them apart.
“More,” Granger growled.
Destiny spread them wide, no longer wanting to play around. She was aching for their touch, needing to feel their skin next to hers. Waiting was killing her. She turned her head to look at Granger, but suddenly he was there next to her, stretched out by her side without touching her. The bed dipped on the other side and Marty lay next to her. Cocooned in their body heat without the benefit of their body, Destiny wanted to beg them to touch her, but she held her tongue, waiting to see what they would do next.
As if they’d discussed it earlier, both men rolled closer and closed their mouths over a taut nipple. The feel of their mouths drawing on the tight peaks without the benefit of their touch anywhere else left her a little disoriented and unsure. They grasped her nipples with their teeth then teased them with their tongues. The confusing sensations of pain and pleasure had her pussy weeping and her cunt quivering with the need to be filled.
She could no longer hold it in. Her moans filled the room as they sucked on her nipples as if they couldn’t get enough. She wanted to dig her hands through their hair, but Granger had said to keep her hands on the mattress. It wasn’t fair. She needed to touch them. She needed them to touch her. A soft whimper escaped her mouth.
Granger let go of her throbbing nipple and looked up at her. “What is it, darling?”
“Please. I want to touch you. I need you both. Please let me touch you.” Had she not been so turned on and desperate, she would have never begged him like this.
“Don’t move those hands, Destiny. We’ll take care of you. Patience.”
She had none. She wanted it now, not ten or even five minutes from now. Her groan of frustration had both men chuckling around her nipples. Her grip on the mattress grew tighter as she fought against cursing or knocking both of them off the bed.
“Easy, ladybug. Just feel. Soon you’ll have everything you wanted.” Marty’s soothing voice helped settle her some.
Granger released her nipple with a soft pop before leaving soft kisses down her belly to her mound. He slipped between her legs, spreading them wider to accommodate his wide shoulders. She squirmed as his hot breath fanned over her wet folds, stirring her curly pubic hair.
“You smell so damn good, baby. I’m going to eat you up, darling.” She nearly screamed when his tongue lapped over her swollen pussy lips.
When he spread her folds with his fingers, Destiny threw her head back in anticipation. With Marty torturing both nipples and Granger teasing her pussy, she didn’t stand a chance of lasting very much longer. Her entire body felt like it was on the uphill grind of a rollercoaster about to reach the top and plunge down into the spiraling corkscrew she’d always been afraid of as a young child.
Granger buried his face in her pussy, stabbing her cunt with his tongue and licking up every drop of cream she produced. The pressure of his nose against her clit had her pulsing around him, waiting for that single sensation that would hurtle her over the top in an explosion of pleasure.
He inched her higher as he thrust two fingers inside her, stroking up and rasping over her hot spot at the same time Marty nipped her nipple with his teeth while twisting the other one in his fingers. She screamed and bucked as ecstasy poured through her body like water from a burst dam.
Marty cut off her screams with his mouth after hissing out, “Gonna wake the baby.”
Granger chuckled deeply against her pussy then sucked her clit into his mouth, sending another round of tiny climaxes over her. When they both finally released her, Destiny fought to catch her breath. Granger was having none of that. He lifted her legs over the crook of his arms, and, lining his cock up with her slit, he plunged into her quivering cunt like a battering ram. As his dick delved through tender tissues, he reignited the smoldering embers there.
Oh, God. They are going to kill me with pleasure.
Marty knelt by her head and rubbed his cock against her lips. “Open up, honey, and suck my dick.”
Destiny opened and ran her tongue all around the crown of his cock before closing her mouth over it. As she stroked his stalk with her tongue, he slowly pumped in and out of her mouth, never going very deep, but keeping a smooth rhythm.
“That’s so damn hot, baby. Watching you suck his cock like that. Your lips are stretched wide around him, all swollen and glistening with your saliva.” Granger’s husky voice thrilled through her system. He sounde
d so sexy when he was turned on.
“Work her mouth good, Marty, but don’t come. I want us both to fill her pussy with our seed. She’s ours, Marty. She belongs to us.” Granger’s declaration filled her with hope and a sense of belonging that she’d lost when she’d lost her freedom.
Marty worked his cock in and out of her mouth. She watched as he squeezed his eyes shut, groaning as she sucked hard on his thick cock, trying to make him come in her mouth. She would give it her best, but she knew he would hold out to be a part of Granger’s plan. She wound her tongue all around the shaft as he pumped in and out of her mouth, the skin stretched taut and slick with her saliva.
Granger jerked her attention back to him when he pushed her legs closer to her chest and adjusted his position until now his dick rubbed against her sweet spot every time he tunneled into her cunt. Pressure built inside of her. Everything seemed to narrow down to the feel of Marty thick and hot in her mouth and Granger’s relentless pounding in her pussy. She dug her fingers into the mattress, trying to hold on. She felt as if the orgasm building this time would be too big, too overwhelming.
Then Granger was shouting his release, his hot cum filling her womb as his fingers dug into her legs. When he pulled out and knelt, panting, on the bed, Destiny wanted to scream that she hadn’t come yet.
Marty pulled from her mouth and laughed. “Granger, if looks could kill, you’d be a dead man right about now. I don’t think ladybug appreciates that you left her hanging, man.”
“On your hands and knees, babe. It’s Marty’s turn, and he’s going to make sure you come this time.” Granger grinned down at her, his eyes appearing sated and sleepy now.
Destiny started to tell him to go fuck himself, but since he’d already come, it wouldn’t have had nearly the impact she would have intended for it to.
He popped her on the outside of her thigh. “I said get on your hands and knees. Now, Destiny. That is, if you want to come tonight.”
* * * *
Marty bit back a smile when Destiny growled and shot Granger a dirty look before she turned over and got to her hands and knees. Granger popped her on the ass one more time then moved to the side to let Marty slide behind her. The sight of the other man’s handprint on her ass should have angered him, but instead, it made him even harder, if that was possible. As he ran his hands over her ass, he felt the heat of the handprint. His cock jerked at the sight of Destiny’s pussy, wet and dripping with a combination of hers and Granger’s cum.
Marty looked over where Granger was stretched out on his back looking up at Destiny. The man’s eyes flicked to him, and a smile crept over his face.
“Take care of our woman, Marty. She needs to come.” Granger’s words seemed to galvanize him into action.
He took his cock and rubbed it up and down her soaked slit before pushing at it and slowly sinking into her hot depths. The walls of her cunt squeezed him to the point he thought he’d lose it right then. Marty slowly pulled out and pressed forward again, this time managing to sink all the way inside of her, slapping his balls against her clit.
“Oh, God!” Destiny lowered her head to the mattress.
“Fuck, you’re so damn tight, honey. I’m never going to last.” Marty tried to keep his strokes slow to keep from blowing too soon, but she felt so good, so right.
He eyed her back hole and how it seemed to wink at him each time he plunged his cock deep inside of her. Marty couldn’t stop thinking about it, how tight she’d been when Granger had taken her ass the other day. He didn’t want to want that. Didn’t want to know what it felt like to be buried in her dark hole, but he couldn’t stop thinking about it, either.
He quickly dragged his finger through the cum flowing from her pussy and painted her back hole with it. Then he coated one finger with it and slowly pressed into her tight hole. He remembered how it had felt before when he’d stretched her some. The same secret thrill filled him as he pushed past the slight resistance and filled her with his finger even as his cock filled her pussy.
She hissed out yes, letting him know she wanted it. Some of the uneasiness that filled him over his craving her that way eased as it was clear she liked it, liked having her ass filled. He timed his strokes in her ass to the ones he made into her cunt. In then out, slow and easy. She wiggled her behind and groaned.
“Please, Marty. Fuck me. I need to come.” Her voice held a hint of impatience.
Marty looked over to find Granger’s attention on him. The other man nodded in encouragement. He added a second finger to her ass and immediately felt the difference it made in her pussy around his cock. She groaned again, thrusting her ass back with each pump of his hips and fingers. Over and over, he filled her holes with his dick and fingers. He was so close now. So hard and turned on, riding high on the adrenaline of pleasuring her that he knew he wasn’t going to be able to hold out and send her over first without help.
“Granger,” he managed to rasp out. “I…”
“I’ve got her,” the other man said and reached beneath Destiny’s hips.
Immediately, she clamped down around Marty’s cock, a keening cry leaving her lips. He had no doubt Granger was stroking her clit. Marty felt free to pump her pussy and ass in full force now, and he did, pounding into her like a freight train. When she convulsed beneath him, her muffled scream told him she’d reached her peak. It carried him over with her, his balls exploding and sending his cum spewing deep inside of her pussy, filling her womb much as Granger had minutes earlier.
When he pulled out, it took all of his remaining strength not to collapse on top of her. Instead, he hit the other side of the bed and rolled to his side to find that she was still kneeling there with her ass up in the air. He chuckled at the sight. Her mouth held a bite of pillow in it that she’d evidently grabbed to muffle her scream.
He gently removed the pillow and leaned in to kiss her on the cheek. “I love you, Destiny.”
She opened eyes that were still slightly glazed with pleasure. She licked her lips and smiled at him. He could see her love for them in her eyes.
“I love you, too, Marty. I love Granger, too, but I don’t have the energy to turn my head right now.”
Granger’s chuckle on the other side made Marty smile even broader. Then he saw the other man’s big hand shove at Destiny’s ass until it slowly lowered to the bed. The other man sat up and, after smiling down at their woman, reached and pulled the covers from the foot of the bed over all three of them.
“Get some sleep, Marty. I have a feeling we’re going to be pretty damn busy tomorrow.”
Marty was fairly sure the other man was right. He hoped that everything was going to work out now. He had been an idiot to blame his fear and self-loathing on Granger. It hadn’t been fair to the other man. If what they’d done together with Destiny hadn’t felt good to her, she would have told them, and they’d have never done it again. He’d known that but had still blundered on like a clumsy bear, accusing Granger of using her to satisfy some sick need inside of him. Well, if it was a sick need, then Marty had the same one inside of him. He owed the other man a sincere apology at the first opportunity he had to talk to him.
“Night, guys,” Destiny said in a soft voice.
“Night, ladybug. Sweet dreams,” Marty said.
“G’night, baby.”
Granger’s soft snore seconds later seemed to amuse Destiny. Her quiet laughs eased him into sleep.
Chapter Twenty
“There you go, Destiny. That looks much better. You’re getting the hang of it.” Celina’s praise was comforting to Destiny as she worked on the blanket she was knitting.
“Knitting wasn’t one of the things I studied and learned to do when I was growing up. We didn’t have real cold winters in Atlanta. I just never thought I’d need to know how to knit.” Destiny concentrated on her stitches, afraid she’d drop one when she wasn’t supposed to.
“Well, you sure know how to cook. That’s for sure. And the fact that you know how to can and
put up food is wonderful. Not many people know how to do that anymore. I had to learn when everything went to hell,” Celina said.
“Well, my family had always had gardens, and I started learning how to do that when I was a kid anyway. Then after the disasters, my aunt kept me busy in the kitchen all the time. We canned everything you could think of. My uncle smoked meats, and we made jerky and salted bacon and such.”
“You’ve settled in and adjusted really well, Destiny. I’m real proud of you. Not only that, but you’ve finally gained a little weight. I was so worried that once winter got here you’d end up sick, as thin as you were.” Celina’s voice was heavy with concern.
“I’m fine. Won’t be long until my hair will be as long as Marty’s is,” she said with a smile.
“I have to say it looks much better since you let me shape it some. Don’t ever hack at it like that again!” Celina said with a smile.
Little Beth talked to herself as she played with the toys they’d give her in the playpen the men had made for her. It kept her occupied while keeping her safe. Destiny couldn’t get over how comfortable together they’d all grown. It felt wonderful to have friends and another woman to talk to. The men were getting along well and working on their cabin between helping with chores.
She was a little miffed that they hadn’t let her see the cabin yet, although they had promised to let her see it before it started snowing. She’d make sure they kept that promise. It didn’t matter what it looked like now, she’d be fine and they’d slowly get it like they wanted it. It would just take time.
“Abe says it will snow tomorrow. Are you going to make your guys take you out to see the cabin today?” Celina asked with a smug smile on her face.
“I was just thinking about that. Are you sure it will? It’s not really all that cold out there right now.”
“Abe always knows when the weather is changing. I’d make sure those men of yours take you tonight, or it might be a while before you can get to go again,” Celina said.