A Perfect Fit For Three

by A Perfect Fit for Three (lit)

  “But I can’t leave now. The party’s still going on and I have to help Edie,” Lena protested. “I can’t just desert her.”

  “Darlin’, all that’s left to do now is schmoozing and that’s Edie’s bag. The food and drinks are covered. There’s nothing left for you to do right now except enjoy yourself,” Wes encouraged.

  “And, we’ll all come back to help clean up later,” Brock added.

  Lena thought for a moment. It seemed so irresponsible to leave the party with these two men for a little hanky panky, but then again, they were so damn hard to resist and Edie did admonish her for not enjoying herself enough.

  “Okay, if we’re just gone for a moment.”

  “That’s my girl!” Brock exclaimed as he picked her up and spun her around.

  “Where do you want to go? The B&B’s teeming with people.”

  “You mean you don’t like possibly being caught by their prying eyes?” Wes asked coyly. Lena giggled, already feeling a little in over her head.

  “You know, maybe not quite yet. I think tonight should be special. Just you and you and me.” Lena’s face flushed with pure, sexual desire as she addressed each of her men.

  Her and two men, a possibility that she had never considered, would now be her erotic reality and she was ready to go all the way.

  At her proposition, Brock’s eyes flashed and he looked nearly unhinged with his obvious desire for her. Lena looked down to confirm her suspicion and saw a massive bulge rising in his pants. Brock leaned in and pushed his erection into her, as if asking for entrance.

  “Do you mean it, babe? You’re ready?”

  Lena could only nod. Her breath hitched when Wes grabbed her hand and placed it squarely on his own swelling bulge, squeezing his fingers over hers so that she could really grip his manhood.

  “I know just the place.” Wes smiled slyly and looked at his brother, making Lena wonder what they had in store for her. She definitely didn’t know and she didn’t care. The brothers each grabbed one of her hands and lead her away to what she knew would be the most amazing night of her life.

  * * * *

  Wes opened the heavy wooden doors to his ceramics studio, his sanctuary, where he felt most creative. He looked forward to unleashing that creativity tonight when he unleashed his aching cock and its creamy contents into Lena’s sweet pussy.

  “Where are we?” Lena asked as she looked around at her surroundings. The studio was a renovated barn that sat beside the house he and Brock shared.

  “We’re in my ceramics studio, hon,” Wes said as he leaned in and captured her lips briefly with his. He led her around the studio by just clutching her fingertips with his own. He set the bottle of Syrah he had been carrying around down on a workbench. He suspected they might get a little thirsty later.

  “On those shelves are works in progress.” Wes pointed to the rows and rows of unglazed pots. “And over on that shelf are finished pieces.” Lena let go of his hand and walked over to the shimmering, glossy pots lined up like jewels.

  “Oh, Wes, they’re beautiful,” Lena cooed as she ran her fingertips against each one. Wes felt his cock rise in his pants as he imagined her touching him the way she did his artwork. “I didn’t know you did pottery.”

  “You know, Lena, there’s a lot you don’t know about Wes and me yet, and we fully intend on filling you in tonight and hopefully for the rest of our lives.” Brock grabbed Lena by the hips and smothered her mouth in a kiss.

  “Oh, really?” Lena asked breathlessly. “Forever is a long time, Dr. Stone, and I’m not sure I’m ready for that.”

  Lena walked her fingertips up Brock’s chest before she gently brushed them against his lips and rose on the balls of her feet to get another kiss. Wes could tell she both flirted and told the truth. If it wasn’t for Brock’s absolute certainty in their future together, even he may have doubted it, for just the simple fact that Lena Morgan was too good to be true.

  “Before we play doctor,” Wes interrupted, “how about we play with a little clay? Lena, you in the mood to try your hand at pottery and throw some clay?”

  Wes pulled her away from his brother and led her to the potter’s wheel in the center of the room. He looked at his brother, who gave him a smile and a nod, mouthing “You go first.” Wes knew Brock was grateful for him getting the ball rolling at the winery, so he got the first opportunity to show Lena a little of what the Stone brothers could do for their lady.

  “I haven’t done anything like this since I was in kindergarten,” Lena admitted. “I wouldn’t know the first thing to do.”

  She looked a little nervous as Wes set a stool down beside the wheel for her. Then he sat down at the wheel, placing a moist mound of clay on top. Brock pulled up a chair, grabbed the bottle of wine, and watched from across the studio.

  “That’s what I’m here for, darlin’.” Wes sat down in front of the wheel and wrapped his hands around the clay. “I’ll show you first and then you’ll just copy my movements. Meanwhile, why don’t you put that smock on so you don’t get your pretty little dress mussed up?”

  “Better yet,” Brock interjected, “why don’t you take your dress off completely.” Lena started to argue, but Brock stared her down and evidently made her change her mind.

  “Well, then you want to unzip me?” Lena flashed the foxiest face Wes had ever seen her make. She bent down before Brock and waited patiently while he did her bidding. Wes chuckled. She let Brock get his way, but on her own terms.

  She stepped out of her dress, still wearing her heels, and Wes knew by the sudden dryness in his mouth that it hung wide open. Her sexy black stilettos accentuated the curve of her calves up to her shapely thighs and then to her pert and mouth-watering ass, clothed in flirtatious blank panties with small white polka-dots. Delicate lace trimmed the fabric that hugged her sumptuous ass cheeks. The soft roundness of her belly aroused his desire to wrap his hands around her tiny waist and hold her close, planting kisses all over. Her breasts looked as if they would spill out of her matching polka-dot bra, or perhaps that was just wishful thinking. He could make out the outline of her taut nipples beneath the lacey material.

  When he finally took in the entirety of Lena’s sensual form, Wes knew he could have come from that alone. She was nothing short of breathtaking and it took every ounce of will not to claim her right there. But no, he would wait and drag this out. He wanted their first night together to be special and last forever, or at least until Lena couldn’t walk anymore.

  Whichever came first.

  She teased Brock by slipping her fingers underneath the elastic of her panties as if she were going to slip those off and perform a little striptease, but then she stopped and grabbed the smock Wes pointed out earlier. As Lena tied it on around her neck and waist, Wes took a few cleansing breaths to settle the rapid pounding of his heart and the relentless throbbing of his cock. Brock watched Lena’s display, speechless.

  Wes cleared his throat and beckoned Lena to come over and observe him at the wheel. He picked up the moist clay and proceeded to work it, hoping not to reveal how badly his body shook from his restrained lust.

  Lena watched his hands intently and looked sincerely interested in learning the craft. “So, Wes, what got you into ceramics?”

  “I used to be a bona fide rodeo cowboy until a particularly wild bronco bucked me off before stomping all over me.”

  “He broke his legs and several ribs,” Brock added with a grim look on his face. He took a swig of the wine.

  “That sounds terrible.” Lena became visibly upset by Wes’s story. Her brows knitted together and her bottom lip pouted out in a frown. A frown never looked so tantalizing.

  “It was pretty bad. If Brock hadn’t been right there, I might never have walked again. Pottery was part of my rehabilitation therapy and I fell in love with it.”

  Wes slid his fingers over the clay, forming perfectly straight horizontal grooves as he pumped the wheel’s peddle with his foot, and making it spin steadil
y faster. He made a small indentation in the middle with his thumb that he gently stretched out into a larger opening.

  Wes loved the smooth, wet feel of the clay between his fingers, the smell of its earthy dampness, and then the satisfaction when he finished a piece. A few minutes went by and Wes fashioned a delicate pot out of what, only a few moments before, was nothing more than a messy lump of clay.

  “See, it’s not so hard. Now you try it.” Wes stood and let Lena sit in his seat. “Since you’re a beginner, I’ll pump the wheel and you just focus on your fingers.” He put a fresh mound of clay on the wheel.

  “This isn’t as easy as it looked when you did it.” Lena’s brows furrowed in frustrated concentration as the clay squished between her fingers and fell apart. She looked up at him and blew a strand of hair from her face.

  “Wes, I think she needs a little more hands-on instruction.” Brock was clearly getting a little impatient and, though Wes tried to go the slow and steady route, his brother wanted him to get on with it already. Brock confirmed his suspicion when he grabbed the chair and pulled it right up to the potter’s wheel so he sat directly across from them.

  “Okay.” Wes rolled his eyes in his head. “Lena, how about I sit behind you and guide you with my hands?” Wes moved his chair and reached his arms over Lena’s, holding her small hands in his. He inhaled the sweet smell of her hair and skin and suddenly wanted to plunge his fingers inside her wet well instead of the inanimate clay before them. Moving to the edge of his seat, Wes pressed his groin against Lena’s back, and she stiffened.

  “Hold up, you can’t be serious. What is this, Ghost? Let me guess,” Lena said, smirking, “I’m Demi Moore and Wes, you’re Patrick Swayze and Brock, you’re…”

  “Whoopi Goldberg,” Wes offered, unable to repress his grin.

  “No, babe, this isn’t Ghost and this is serious. I think it’s hot as hell and, woman, you make me fucking crazy for you, like I can’t control myself around you.”

  Brock leaned over the potter’s wheel and kissed Lena hard on the mouth. Then he pulled out his throbbing cock, as if to prove to her how serious he was, and rubbed his hand up and down the lengthy shaft. The way her body stilled, Wes could tell Lena knew Brock meant business and that she wasn’t accustomed to the way his demeanor changed when he got incredibly turned on. When Brock was ready to fuck, the good doctor became another man who had no qualms making a woman fall apart if it meant he could put her back together again later.

  “I want to keep watching you work that clay, woman, so just do as we tell you, and I promise we’ll all have a very good time.”

  “Okay, Brock, whatever you say.” Lena sounded earnest this time, but Wes could see the corner of her lip curling up in the hint of a smile.

  Oh, yes. Lena enjoyed this. As headstrong and independent as she acted, Lena clearly also liked being bossed around a bit now and then, especially now by two men with raging hard-ons just for her.

  Wes continued showing Lena how to work the clay in her hands as the wheel spun around and around. He dipped his hand into the nearby bowl of water when the clay started to look dry. Wes wrapped his wet hands around Lena’s, guiding her in stretching the clay. When his moistened fingers slipped in between hers, she let out a soft moan, making Wes’s cock jump in his pants. He glanced up at Brock, enraptured by the scene and the look of quietly building excitement on their woman’s inviting face.

  “Lena, pay attention to what Wes is showing you. It’s not time to play quite yet.” Brock licked his lips and leaned forward.

  Clearing her throat, Lena’s focus sharpened on the clay in her hands. Wes had to admit, her fortitude impressed him.

  After Lena got the hang of it, he decided to test her single-minded determination. After wiping his hands clean, Wes reached down and ran his hands up Lena’s thighs before slipping a finger underneath her panties and running it along her slick folds. Lena inhaled shallowly and started to let go of the clay before Brock barked out his orders. Evidently, Brock planned to show Lena from the get-go that he was in charge of her pleasure.

  “Lena, put your hands back on the clay and focus on what you’re doing, sweetheart. I want to watch you fondle that clay like you would my balls.”

  Brock cradled his sac in his hand and ran his tongue suggestively over his lips. His balls looked heavy and Wes knew it was only a matter of time before Brock popped.

  Lena also seemed nearly ready to pop as Wes worked her clit like the master craftsman he was. He rubbed the little nub between his fingers while he used the fingers on his other hand to part her pussy lips and hook inside her wet cunt, massaging her vaginal walls and that sweet spot that would send her gushing into his palm. He could feel the slight quivering surround his fingers that signaled her impending climax. Her breathing became more rapid and her back arched as she dug her pussy harder into his hands.

  Her hands didn’t let go of the clay that spun around before her, but they stopped moving, frozen in a claw-like grasp as her whole body tensed from her head down to her toes. The moisture flowing from her cunt started to saturate his hand as he moved his fingers faster and faster, one hand twirling in sweet circles while the other pumped three fingers in and out. Wes knew, any moment now, this seductive vixen in his arms was about to…

  * * * *

  “C–c–c–come!” Lena screamed, prolonging the word as her body bucked into Wes’s warm hands. “Holy God, I’m coming. Oh, Lord, sweet Jesus, Mary, mother of God!”

  She felt the clay ooze between her fingers as she clenched her hands tightly, bracing herself for the impact of her orgasm. She leaned over the spinning wheel as it winded down to a halt.

  “This one’s got quite the mouth when she’s coming,” Wes cooed into her ear as his finger gyrations began to slow, allowing her a moment to catch her breath.

  “Damn it, Lena. Did we say you could come?” Brock asked.

  Lena didn’t understand. She felt delirious.

  “What do you mean, did you say? Wes was finger-fucking me, what’d you expect?” No, she didn’t understand these men, but she had to admit, she liked Brock’s uncharacteristic gruffness. She licked her lips as she anticipated the other surprises they might have in store for her.

  “Shit, Brock, I should’ve stopped her. I just got caught up in the moment. She’s so beautiful when she comes.” Wes brushed her hair away from her face with his free hand and kissed her all over her neck. His other hand slowly soothed her sopping pussy, his fingers sending subtle ripples of pleasure throughout her body.

  “I have no choice but to punish you, Lena.” Brock leered at her

  “What? Wait, I didn’t know, I didn’t know I was doing anything wrong.” Lena’s eyes grew wide as saucers, her emotions vacillating between fear and excitement. “What do you mean, punish?”

  “Just what it sounds like, honey,” Brock barked. “It’s gonna hurt, but you’ll thank me for teaching you some discipline later. This is how men do things in Liebling.”

  He stood up, forcefully pushed the wheel out of the way, and lifted Lena up into his sturdy arms, her hands still messy with wet clay. Terrified, but titillated, Lena pressed herself into his broad chest. She instinctively knew by the mad look of lust in Brock’s eyes that this was her one moment of solace before things got crazy.

  “Brock, where are you taking me? Wes, where’s he taking me?” Neither brother answered her as Brock carried her to a cleared off worktable, flipped her over in his arms, and set her down gently on her stomach.

  Her face rested near the edge of the table, and she turned to look over her shoulder as Brock unhooked her bra and lifted her up. After Wes tore her wet panties off, Brock set her back down again. Lena lay there feeling vulnerable but sexy as hell. She turned to look back over her shoulder again when a rough hand warmed her bottom with circular motions around each cheek.

  “Little girl, you’re gonna get spanked.”

  Lena could see Brock’s mouth practically watering at the sight of her nude bod
y laid out like an erotic buffet for the senses. Lena gulped. The passion in his eyes was something she’d never seen before in any man. Her stomach muscles tightened when his hand rose, and she braced herself for the strike.

  Smack! Smack!

  Brock spanked her twice and she winced each time, though her clit throbbed under the pressure of his hand landing hard on her ass.

  “Open your eyes, Lena. You have something in front of you that I think you’ll want to see.”

  Lena slowly opened her eyes and focused on the vision in front of her. Inches from her face and her waiting mouth, Wes’s magnificent cock stood at attention. She saw a shimmering drop of pre-cum on its tip. She instantly licked her lips and knew what she needed to do.

  Lena looked Wes up and down and saw the entirety of his heavenly, lean body for the first time. A long, jagged scar that must have been from his accident ran down the side of his ribs and angled toward his cock as if pointing out the obvious. Her heart sank at the thought of possibly losing Wes, but her attention shifted when his cock flexed, willing her to live in the moment.

  She grabbed his firm ass cheeks and pulled him toward her, first licking off the delicious drop of slick liquid from the tip before wrapping her lips around the swollen head and engorged shaft. She slid her lips over the silky skin and felt the head of Wes’s cock hit the back of her throat, which she relaxed to take in more of his sizable length.

  “Holy hell, Lena. You are incredible. Oh, Brock, her mouth is fucking incredible.” Wes moaned and slowly pumped his hips while raking his hands through Lena’s hair.

  “All right, sweetheart,” Brock drawled, “your punishment is far from over. Whatever you do, do not bite down.”

  Lena’s eyes popped open as she steadied herself and locked her jaw, ready for Brock’s hot hand against her ass. It came down again and again, but she didn’t stop sucking the cock in her mouth. If anything, she sucked harder.