The Painters

by Robin Stone

  I put my hand on Ben’s arm. He tore his gaze away from Alex and nodded toward the door.

  “Let’s get out of here,” he said. “We’ll meet at Rachel’s house.”

  I picked up my purse and walked out, the guys following close behind.

  The girl’s comment didn’t bother me. I was the one who had two hot, younger men in my bed. I hurried back to my car, my body already aroused, making plans for my painters.

  CHAPTER 12

  I drove home shaking with lust and parked crooked in my driveway. I rushed inside and went upstairs to get ready. I lit some candles, took out my toy box, and climbed into bed.

  My skin grew warm as I thought about their hands and mouths. I tossed off the covers. I skimmed my hands over my breasts, and my nipples contracted. A throbbing ache settled in my pussy.

  What would they do to me? I loved directing the action in bed. It made me feel powerful, strong, and in control. I craved them. I craved their touches. I liked Alex’s dirty talk. And I loved the way Ben held my face when he kissed me.

  Maybe tonight I’d let them decide.

  Maybe Alex would tie me up. They’d kiss me and spread my legs… I pressed my thighs together to ease the ache in my pussy. My nipples were tight now, aching to be sucked. I’d have to settle for my fingers.

  I swiped my fingers over my pussy, not surprised to find my pubic hair wet. I brushed my swollen clit and moaned. I was so worked up, I could probably come in just a few minutes with short, harsh strokes. But I wanted Ben and Alex to make me come.

  Time crawled. My bedside clock ticked, and I could hear my own heartbeat. I was thinking about my vibrator when I heard Ben’s truck pull into the driveway. Rain pinged against my windows, and I worried about Alex on his bike. Ben came into the house.

  “Rachel?”

  “Up here.”

  He entered the room, breathing heavy. His eyes met mine, and his gaze drifted over my breasts. He unbuckled his belt and pulled it off. It hit the floor with a loud thunk.

  “Fuck, I can smell you,” he said. “The whole room’s filled with your scent. Have you been a bad girl?”

  I pulled the sheet over my breasts and gave him a coy look. “Maybe.”

  He pushed down his pants. His cock was semi-hard and shifted with each movement.

  “Dammit, shoulda done the boots first.”

  After some cursing and struggling, he got naked and climbed into bed. His skin smelled like coffee and rain. He lay beside me, leaving several inches between us. I put my palm on his chest.

  “No way. I shouldn’t even be in this bed without him.”

  “He’ll be here soon.”

  His chest rose and fell, his breath puffing against my cheek. He put his big hand on mine and brought it to his lips, brushing small kisses over my fingers.

  “You were so good tonight,” I said. “I loved your song.”

  “Thanks,” he said. “I had the music written, but I wrote the lyrics this week…right after the first time we…uh…”

  “Fucked?” I asked. “It was fucking at first, but it turned into something else.”

  “Yes, it did.” He stroked my cheek with his fingertips. “I want you so much it hurts. I miss the taste of you in my mouth.”

  His fingers trembled. I pressed my naked body against his, and he moaned. His cock was hot, pressing against my hip. Chest hair tickled my breasts, and a hot rush of fluid went to my pussy.

  “I need to tell you something.” I couldn’t wait. “I care about you and Alex. I don’t want this to end tonight.”

  He inhaled sharply, his blue eyes focused on mine.

  “I was hoping you’d say that. We feel the same way.”

  I put my arm around his shoulders and kissed him. Ben swept his tongue into my mouth and pulled me on top of his body in one swift movement. I straddled him and sucked on his tongue, sliding my pussy up his shaft. He buried his fingers in my hair and cradled my head as he kissed me.

  Thunder boomed, and the rain grew louder. I jumped a little when a flash of lightning lit up the room.

  “He’ll be okay,” he said. “He knows how to handle the rain.”

  Arousal mixed with worry, but before I could say anything, the sound of a motorcycle cut through the air. I let out a long sigh of relief. Ben gave me a tight hug as Alex turned in to my driveway.

  I slid off Ben, feeling a little guilty. Alex opened my garage door and pulled his bike inside. He came into the house and slammed the door shut.

  “Goddamn sonofabitchin’ rain!”

  Ben grinned and shook his head. We heard two thuds as Alex pulled off his boots. Heavy footsteps moved through the house. He paused for a few seconds, then climbed a few stairs. Another pause, and the stairs creaked.

  Alex strutted into the room naked, his cock standing at attention. He must have stripped on the way up. His hair was soaked and curling around his ears and neck. I couldn’t wait to plunge my hands into it as he licked me. His chest rose and fell, and he gave his cock a quick stroke. The scent of rain and motor oil clung to his skin.

  “Why didn’t you let Ben give you a ride?” I asked. “You’re soaked.”

  “Not leaving my bike there overnight,” he said.

  “Why did you even drive it today?” I asked.

  “Truck’s in the shop.” His eyes narrowed. “Less talkin’, more sex. Hope you didn’t get too far.”

  Ben shifted a little, and I looked down.

  “That’s what I thought. Don’t matter.” He beckoned me. “Get off that bed and get on your knees.”

  I slid off the bed and dropped to my knees on the carpet. Ben got off the bed and sauntered over, his cock bobbing. Alex grabbed Ben’s face and pressed a rough kiss on his mouth.

  “Glad you’re safe.” Ben’s voice was husky. “Hate it when you ride that fuckin’ thing in the rain.”

  “I’m all right, Benny.”

  My throat burned. I loved the way they cared about each other. Their bodies pressed together as they kissed again, one broad and muscular, the other thin and lean. My hand slipped between my legs. Alex looked down at me.

  “Didn’t say you could do that yet.”

  Their cocks were growing hard. I loved the contrast of Alex’s straight cock next to Ben’s curved shaft. Their tips were pink and shiny. I wanted to run my tongue over them and feel them explode down my throat.

  Alex put his hand on my head, and I took him into my mouth. I braced my hands on his thighs and worked him into my throat. I kept my eyes open as I sucked him. I wanted to see every thrust of his hips. I wanted to watch his lids drift shut.

  Alex pulled his cock from my mouth and thrust it back in. I relaxed my mouth and throat, and my spit coated his shaft. Their breathing grew ragged. I spent several minutes sucking him until his hand tightened in my hair.

  “Give Ben a little, now.”

  He pulled away, and Ben moved in. He put his hands on my shoulders, guiding me into his mouth. His foreskin slid against my tongue. I took him deep into my throat. My knees dug into the carpet, and I put my hands on my aching breasts.

  Alex tapped my shoulder, and I moved back to him. Pre-cum leaked from his tip. Their moans grew louder, mixing together as I moved from one to the other. I couldn’t get enough of Ben’s peppery taste, or the salt from Alex’s tip. They took turns feeding their cocks into my mouth and pumping hard. I was sweating, breathing hard and nearly choking on their thick cocks, desperate to come.

  “Getting close,” Ben said.

  I slid my hand between my legs again.

  “Don’t touch that clit,” Alex warned.

  I groaned around Ben’s cock, but obeyed. Ben put his hands on my head.

  “Look at that red hair,” Alex said. “So fucking sexy. And that mouth. What was that mouth doin’ to you before I got here? Was she sucking you? Was she sliding that sweet tongue over your balls?”

  Ben’s cock swelled, and his fingers pressed against my skull.

  “Or did you have her legs op
en? I know how much you love the taste of that red hair down below.”

  Ben’s movements became jerky. My jaw was growing numb, but I kept sucking.

  “Did she touch herself? Or did you slide your fingers into those wet lips and make her come?”

  Ben shook his head. “N-no. I waited.”

  “The fuck you did,” Alex spat. “You slid that thick cock into her and gave her a ride before I got here, didn’t you? Did you think of me, Benny? Did you think about me fucking her ass while you fucked that pretty cunt?”

  Ben stiffened, cried out, and came. I swallowed fast, tightening my lips around his shaft as he flooded my mouth. He bent over, moaning and calling my name until he was spent. I placed small kisses on his shaft as it softened. He took a shaky step to the bed and sat down, breathing hard.

  “Damnit, Alex! I wanted to fuck her.”

  “Don’t worry, you can get it up again.”

  Alex brushed his thumb over my cheek, then pushed it into my mouth. I sucked on it, looking into his eyes. He pulled his hand away.

  “Tempting, but I got other plans. Get on all fours.”

  CHAPTER 13

  I climbed on the bed and did what he asked. I wasn’t timid about this position anymore. I couldn’t wait to see what they had in mind.

  “Beautiful, ain’t she?” Alex asked. “That sweet little ass. Everything spread open for me.”

  Ben lay beside me for a close view of the action.

  “Look at that pussy.” Alex climbed onto the bed and kneeled behind me. “You need to get off, dontcha?”

  My arms shook. If he didn’t make me come soon, I was going to do it myself. “Yes!”

  His fingers skimmed my pussy, and I sucked in a breath. He dipped a fingertip inside me. My whole body was primed to come; my clit was hard, and my thighs were soaked.

  “Gonna put you out of your misery, now.”

  “Yes!”

  Alex reached beneath me and put his fingers on my clit, holding me steady with his other hand. His touch zapped my nerve endings, and I pushed back onto his hand. He rubbed my clit hard, pushing his thumb into my pussy. I clawed at the sheet and cried out, desperate to come.

  Alex rubbed fast, knowing exactly what I needed. Pressure built up, and my toes curled. Heat and sweat licked my skin as I trembled. He worked me hard and fast, and a few minutes later I cried out, clutching the pillow. My legs shook and my vision swam as the pulses ran through me.

  “Fuck! Ain’t she sweet!”

  “She is,” Ben replied.

  Ben gave me a sweet smile and brushed my hair away from my eyes. I fell to the mattress.

  “Get out the plug,” Alex said.

  Ben went to my box and came back with some lube and a butt plug.

  “You let men fuck that little ass?”

  Shivers ran down my spine. “N-Yes.”

  Alex spanked my ass. “Yes or no?”

  “Yes. Sometimes.”

  Alex opened the lube and squirted some onto the plug. He spread my legs open and squirted some into my crack. I yelped.

  “Jesus, Alex, you coulda warmed it up,” Ben said.

  “Sorry.”

  Alex rubbed his fingers over my ass, sliding down my crack and teasing my hole. He spread the lube around, then added more. Ben put his hand on his cock.

  “Go slow!” I said.

  “He will,” Ben said. “I promise.”

  Alex dragged the tip of the plug over my hole, smearing the lube. He pushed the tip inside me a little. I let out a deep breath. He pulled it out and pushed it in a little more.

  “Relax, Rachel,” Ben said.

  Alex eased the tip a little further, then stopped. It was tight, and a burning sensation built. He made little thrusts until my body relaxed, then eased it past the tight ring of muscle, and I let out a long sigh.

  “Okay, Red?”

  “Mmmmf. Yes.”

  He spent time opening me up, checking in with me frequently. He pushed a little more until the flared base rested against my cheeks. Ben started stroking his shaft.

  “How’s that feel?” Alex asked.

  “So. Good.”

  “Her eyes are glazed, and her cheeks are pink,” Ben reported.

  Alex released the plug and reached under me. He rubbed my clit again. I squeezed my thighs together and let the orgasm build. I panted and squirmed and came again, clutching the sheets in my fingers.

  Ben was hard as iron, stroking his cock. Wetness from the lube and my pussy dripped out of me. My ass felt pleasantly full, but my pussy felt empty.

  “Fuck me,” I begged. “Please!”

  Alex chuckled. My whole body shook, and my mouth was dry. Ben reached below me and slid his fingers over my clit.

  “Fuck, she’s so wet. Flip over, Rachel.”

  I slowly turned over, my arms and legs shaking. Ben leaned over and licked my pussy, pushing on the plug and lapping my clit until I exploded, bucking against his face and letting out a long wail. Pleasure tickled my limbs, and my toes curled. I babbled a string of nonsense and curses as the orgasm crashed over me, drenching Ben’s face.

  They praised me all the way through it until my breathing finally slowed, and I slid my fingers through Ben’s hair.

  “We want to try double penetration,” Ben said. “You up for that?”

  I looked at Alex. He was stroking his cock, a glazed look in his eyes.

  “Yes,” I said.

  “You sure?” Alex asked. “We’ll go easy.”

  I nodded.

  There was a lot of shifting around, discussion, and donning of condoms. Alex lay on his back, and I climbed on top of him. I eased him inside me, gasping at the fullness from his cock and the plug.

  “Oh, damn,” Alex said.

  Ben kneeled behind us.

  “That looks so fuckin’ hot.”

  I moved against Alex, kissing him and sighing into his mouth. He wrapped his arms around me. My breasts rubbed against his chest hair, and his heart pounded against mine. Ben moved in behind me. Ben slowly pulled out the plug, and the tightness in my pussy eased a little.

  “This isn’t going to work,” I said.

  “Yes it will,” Ben said. “Hold still a minute.”

  Ben added more lube, then slowly eased his tip into my ass. I closed my eyes, feeling dizzy.

  “Just breathe,” he said.

  I opened my mouth and sucked more air into my lungs. Ben pulled back and shifted in a little more. He took his time, pulling out and making small thrusts, rocking my body against Alex.

  I dug my fingers into Alex’s hair, and we moved against each other, readjusting a few times. Ben held on to me as I thrust against Alex, finally finding a good rhythm. I loved the heaviness, the aching fullness in my pussy and ass. I loved the feeling of Ben’s weight, pushing me against Alex.

  Alex’s cock grew inside me. His face turned red, and he let out a string of curses. I moved a little faster, Ben’s cock slipped a little deeper into my ass. We hugged and kissed and fucked until I finally came, triumphant and crying out with each throb. Alex soon followed, shifting our bodies and grunting. Ben held on tight, moving with us, pumping faster and faster until he came, shouting, his cock pulsing in my ass.

  We finally stilled, breathing hard. My whole body was shaking, and I was covered in sweat. I kissed Alex. Ben slowly pulled out, easing away. It took us a while to muster up the strength to move.

  “That was fuckin’ fantastic,” Alex said.

  I smiled against his neck, knowing I’d never, ever forget this night. It took a long time to clean up and put the bed back in order. Ben brought me some water, and I guzzled it down. I’d never been so thirsty in my entire life.

  I settled between them, letting them kiss and stroke my body.

  “I don’t want you to leave,” I finally said.

  “Neither do I,” Alex said. “But we can’t all sleep in this bed.”

  “No. I don’t want you to leave, ever.” I slid my arm around Alex’s waist. “I want
to keep seeing you. I told Ben before you got here. I’m sorry I didn’t wait for you.”

  “Nothin’ to be sorry about.” He kissed my forehead. “We feel the same way. You’re too good in bed!”

  “Alex is trying to say we care about you,” Ben said. “I think you know that.”

  I nodded. Ben slid his fingers through mine, and I listened to the steady thump of Alex’s heart.

  “You sure about this?” Alex asked. “I’m hard to get along with.”

  “I think she figured that out,” Ben muttered.

  “Your friend’s coming tomorrow, right?”

  I nodded.

  “We’ll get out of your way, like we arranged.”

  “You’re not in my way,” I said.

  “We’ll pack it in tonight, let you get some rest. We can talk again after she leaves.”

  My heart raced. “I don’t have to think it over, I want to be with you.”

  “It ain’t that easy,” he said. “Ben’s friends…they know he’s bisexual. Mine don’t. Well, except for Rick, and we haven’t discussed it. You gonna introduce us to your friends? What about your daughter?”

  I sighed.

  “We’re fine for fucking around, but you need a real man,” Alex said. “Someone to take care of you.”

  I flung off the covers and sat up. “I don’t need a man to take care of me! I’ve been doing just fine on my own. God, you’re all the same.”

  I climbed out of bed and put on my robe. They sat up.

  “What’s that supposed to mean?” Alex asked. “Don’t compare us to that asshole! Jesus, what did he do to you?”

  I sat on the edge of the bed, facing away from them. My shoulders slumped.

  “Rachel,” Ben said. “Talk to us.”

  My throat burned, and I swallowed. I’d cried a thousand times about David. I was sick and tired of crying about him.

  “Oldest story in the book,” I said. “He traded me in for a younger model.”

  Silence filled the room. Alex touched my back.

  “Shit. Gimme his address, and I’ll go kick his ass.”

  I let out a watery laugh. “No.”

  “Why not? Sounds like he could use a good ass-kicking.”