by Thorn, Lacey
“Just suck on it,” Shep told her when he went impossibly deep into the back of her throat and she gagged a little. “You just suck it and I’ll work it in and out.”
She did as he said and it was pure heaven. His cock was so long and thick that she couldn’t get more than three-quarters of it in her mouth at a time, but she sucked greedily on every inch he fed her. Blake was pounding into her now and she was so close to coming again. He felt so good, his cock rubbing against her inner walls and the slight pull of tissue with every outward movement.
She was so focused on Blake’s motion that she didn’t realize how close Shep was until his voice caught her attention.
“I’m going to come,” his mouth was a harsh line as he tried to hold it back. “If you don’t want it then you need to let go.”
Ally just sucked harder, anxious for the wash of his seed over her tongue and down her throat. Shep gave a cry and filled her mouth with his cock, holding it there as the first burst of seed left his cock. She swallowed it down and kept sucking while he gave small thrusts until he had emptied his cock. He immediately dropped to his knees in the water, moving her hands to his shoulders so that her breasts were in perfect position for him. He latched on to one nipple and sucked fiercely on it while he treated the other one to little pinches and tugs.
Blake moved one of his hands around to rub across her clit while he used the other to hold onto her hip. “Hurry, honey,” he urged in a husky tone. “I’m going to come any minute.”
Shep bit down on her nipple while Blake pinched her clit and Ally came with a scream. “Yes! Yes! Oh God, yes!” she moaned as she bucked against them. She felt Blake thrust into her two more times before he cried out his own release and emptied into her pulsing channel, filling the condom with his rich cream.
“Never this good,” Blake gasped behind her, his hips flush against her ass as they both continued to pulse with their combined release. “It’s never been this good before.”
“Ummm…” was all that Ally could manage as she fought to fill her lungs with much-needed oxygen. He was right though. She had never had an orgasm so intense before, not even the first time with him. Shep stood up in front of them and she was amazed that his cock was fully aroused again after she had just sucked him off.
“Going to share that sweet pussy with me?” Shep questioned and Ally wasn’t sure if he was asking her or Blake. She felt Blake tense behind her for a moment and then he must have nodded his consent because Shep focused on her. His fingers caressed her check and traced over her lips. “What do you say ? You want to go inside with me?”
She knew that this was what they had planned and God help her, she really did want to feel him inside her. She gave a slow nod of her head and gasped when Shep lifted her up into his arms and maneuvered them both out of the hot tub. “We’ll see you inside,” he tossed over his shoulder to Blake as he entered the house and carried Ally to where she knew Blake’s bedroom was.
Blake sat up on the ledge of the hot tub, removing the spent condom and tying it off. He was in serious trouble here. What the hell was the matter with him? He and Shep shared women all the time. What made Ally any different? What was it that made him want to hoard her for himself and not share? He couldn’t believe the jealousy that had seized him for a brief moment when Shep had asked if he could fuck her. Blake had fought against the sharp need to grab Ally close to his chest and holler “mine”. Which just didn’t make sense. He wasn’t a possessive or even a jealous guy, which was part of the reason his first marriage didn’t work. So what made Ally so different? He surged out of the water and hit the deck, moving quickly to join Shep and her in the house. He didn’t know exactly what it was, but he knew that he had to be with her, sharing every moment.
Chapter Eight
He watched her weave up the walkway to the little house on the edge of town, the home that he had followed her and the man to last night. He was displeased to see that she was obviously drunk again, but at least the jezebel seemed to be alone this time. Of course, the alcohol would help prevent her from smelling the chloroform on the special pillowcase that he had placed on her pillow. He knew just where to watch, knew just where her bedroom was. He’d give her ten minutes, then he would begin.
He was God’s messenger and it was his calling to save the souls of the wicked, to cleanse the sins from their spirits with the fires of justice. After all he was an ordained minister, thanks to the ease of the internet, and now he bore the official seal of one sent by God to tend to the flock. For only through the flames of salvation would he save their souls and cleanse them so that they could walk in the halls of heaven with the Lord and Savior. Yes, he would save all the little children from their earthly prison.
The light switched off and The Messenger looked down at his watch. Four minutes and the baptism of fire would be set in motion.
* * * * *
Shep placed Ally gently on the bed and opened the bedside table to remove a handful of condoms before settling his big body between her splayed thighs. His mouth possessed hers, his tongue sinking in and exploring every inch of her mouth. His hands were busy manipulating her flesh from breasts to thighs, working her into another frenzy of need that she hadn’t expected after her recent orgasm. Shep moved down to her breasts and worshipped them with his teeth and tongue while his fingers played in the pool of desire that lay between her legs. He knew just where to touch and the exact amount of pressure to use to send her keening toward another orgasm.
She heard a noise and looked up to see Blake standing in the doorway watching them. He was stroking one hand up and down his thick erection while he used the other to play with his balls. He looked so good to her, so powerful and god-like. She felt like his devoted servant who was willing to go to any length to ensure that he was satisfied. And she would. She watched as he walked to the bed and stood watching Shep pleasure her.
“Do you want a true ménage, Ally?” he asked in that husky voice that betrayed the need burning in him. “Or just like we did in the hot tub?”
“A true ménage? I thought that’s what we already had.” Ally looked from Shep’s grin to Blake’s taut features. “What’s the difference?”
“What we had out there was pussy and mouth,” Shep informed her, thrusting two fingers in and out of her core. “What he’s asking is if you want to try pussy and ass.” He slipped his coated fingers out of her vagina and pushed one into her anus to the first knuckle, letting her feel the pinch of tension as he passed the first ring of muscle. Ally cried out at the sensation and bucked against him.
“You like that?” Shep questioned as he worked the finger a little deeper using his other hand to draw her natural lubrication back. Ally moaned. It felt different, not over-the-top good but not bad either. She had heard other women talk about anal sex and was interested but also cautious.
“You want to try it, Ally? Two men thrusting inside you with nothing separating them but a thin membrane of your flesh? It’ll feel so good,” he promised in that velvet voice of his. “We’ll make it feel so good.”
“What do you want, Ally?” Blake brought her attention back to him. “It’s up to you, honey. If you don’t want to then it’s okay. We’ll do whatever you’re comfortable with.”
He blew Ally away with his knack for reading her and his willingness to cater to her wishes. She honestly knew that if she said no he’d be fine with it. He wouldn’t pressure her to get what he wanted or make her feel bad. And damn it, he was making her fall in love with him a little more every moment. “I want to try,” she replied and both men groaned. “On one condition,” she added quickly and both men focused on her. “I want Blake to be the one, you know…”
Blake smiled and nodded. He wanted nothing more than to be the man to initiate her into anal sex. When done right, the woman’s orgasm could reach new heights, especially when her pussy was receiving equal stimulation. “I’d love to.”
Ally nodded and Shep moved so that he lay in the middle of the bed
on his back. He reached for a condom and tossed it aside, grabbing another. He waggled his eyebrows at her and showed it to her. It was ribbed for her pleasure and Ally almost laughed. She didn’t think that she would need that extra touch, not this time. He slowly rolled the condom on and then reached for her. He lifted Ally up out of the way and placed her on top of him, balancing her while she positioned her legs so that she was straddling his stomach. Her pussy was hot and wet against him and he couldn’t restrain the urge to grasp her hips and grind her into him. She felt ready and the look in her eyes confirmed it.
“Lift up a little bit,” Shep told her and reached a hand down to grab his sheathed cock and help her center her pussy above it. “That’s it,” he encouraged her as she lowered herself onto his thick stalk, easing down slowly, taking one inch at a time. It was killing him, but he let her do it the way that she wanted to, the way that made her most comfortable.
Blake stood at the side of the bed, watching, using his hand and a tube of KY Jelly to lube the condom covering his cock. He wanted more than anything to make this an incredible sexual experience for her and that meant taking the time to make sure that she was as prepared as he could possibly make her. When she was firmly seated on Shep’s cock, Blake nodded and Shep eased her down so that she lay flush against him, her ass up in the air calling to Blake.
He climbed onto the bed behind them, carrying the tube of jelly with him. He took his lube-coated hand and eased his finger into her ass, then slowly moved it out again. He did this a few times before adding more lube and another finger. Finally he had three fingers moving in and out of her, stretching her wide for the thick head of his cock. He knew that was what would hurt the most, but once the head was in the rest would be smoother. He squirted a little more lube along the tip of his erection and removed his fingers from her ass.
“About damn time,” Shep muttered as Blake pressed between Ally’s back cheeks, seeking permission to enter.
“Easy honey,” Blake soothed when he felt her tighten up on him. “I’m almost in…just a little more…” He popped past the first ring of tight muscle and slid the rest of the way easily with the amount of lube he’d used to coat them both. “Just hold still for a minute and let your body adjust to us.”
Ally took a deep breath and then another. It was sheer torture to stay still between these two men while both of their cocks were buried inside her. Her ass burned, but not in a “stop” kind of way. It was more like an “it hurts so good” kind of way. Most of all she knew that she wanted them to move, wanted to feel the slide of their flesh in hers and know that they were enjoying it as much as she was.
“Fuck me,” she moaned. “Sweet merciful heaven, just fuck me.”
Shep’s eyes flared and Blake’s fingers tightened on her hips but they both responded by thrusting further inside her. She cried out at the sharp pleasure-pain that seized her and knew that she wanted more, so much more. Blake pulled out first until only the flared head of his cock was still tucked inside her snug back hole. When he powered back in, it was Shep who pulled out. Back and forth they went with one thrusting while the other retreated until they had the perfect rhythm down. Ally was crying out with the need to counter their thrusts, but two sets of hands held her exactly where they wanted her.
She had never felt these sensations before and just when she thought she couldn’t take any more, the men changed the rhythm so that they were both thrusting at the same time and then retreating as one. She was full and then she was empty and it was an agonizing emptiness that she never wanted to feel again. She came in a kaleidoscope of colors and she could swear that she really did see stars. It gripped her and wouldn’t allow her to come down, instead taking her to higher planes of pleasure that she had never reached before. The only thought that filled her head as she heard Blake and Shep cry out and felt the heat as their semen filled the condoms was that Blake was absolutely right. Having two men at the same time provided a woman with the best orgasm that she would ever have.
* * * * *
Catherine lay in bed wondering where Roman was and if he was planning to stop by and see her before the night was over. She had been surprised to see him tonight as she thought he was out of town for the week. He must have gotten back earlier than he planned and she hadn’t been home today so if he called she wouldn’t have known. She was one of the few people who didn’t have caller ID and Roman wouldn’t leave a message out of concern for her should someone else be there and find it.
The truth was that she didn’t know which she feared more. Him not stopping in or him showing up and wanting his answer. She still didn’t know what to do. She was afraid of what people would say about her dating a man ten years younger than she was. But she was learning she was afraid of him doing just what he had said, walking away and not looking back.
She loved Roman and it was a hard struggle to deal with those emotions. She had thought that her life had ended as a woman when Mick died. She had gone into full mom mode and that was it. Then Gil had come to Legacy. Katie and Griff had followed and Doug and Damon had headed this way as well. So Catherine had sold the home where she and Mick had lived, loved and raised their children and moved to a comfy apartment building in Legacy.
Then she met Roman. There was something about him from the very beginning. It was his deep grey eyes that seemed to say so much when he was so silent. The sparks had flown every time they had accidentally touched, or maybe not so accidentally. His eyes said he wanted her but God help her she didn’t know how to deal with it. She was a fifty-seven year old widow who had only been with one man in her entire life, only loved one man. And she had spent thirty-four years with him, the prime of her life in love with him.
Roman had shown up at her apartment a few times to talk and once he had used the excuse that he wanted to check her security and make sure she was safe. Then they had met for coffee. Then he had shown up one rainy night with water dripping off him and Catherine had hurried to get him some towels. When she stepped back into the room he had already stripped off his boots and socks by the door and his shirt was off and hanging on the coat rack to dry. Catherine had caught her breath and just looked at him.
Roman was gorgeous, all hard muscle. He still kept his sandy-brown hair military short and she loved it. It sounded so corny when people said it but their eyes had connected across the room and sparks had filled the small living room. Before she knew it they were together and doing their best to remove the clothes from themselves and each other. He had swept her into his arms and carried her into the bedroom. Roman had tasted and teased her body from head to feet before finally spreading her thighs and thrusting inside.
Roman had shown that he was a wonderful passionate lover. He was big on foreplay which, since she was in her late fifties, was important to her. And she had done things with Roman that made her blush and feel like a young girl again. Sex with Mick had been wonderful, but it hadn’t been creative. Vanilla sex was what they called it nowadays and that was what she had with Mick. But with Roman it was new and exciting. The positions, the foreplay, the games and the toys. My God, she had even had phone sex with the man. And the things he talked her into saying. She liked it. No, she loved it and damn the man, she loved him too. But if she had to choose she wasn’t sure that she had the strength to pick him over her children.
* * * * *
The sound of the phone ringing woke them up. When Blake rolled away to answer it Ally automatically turned to Shep and cuddled close to his warmth. Shep threw an arm over her and pulled her closer, still loving the feel of her naked body against his. When Blake began cussing they both opened their eyes and sat up. Shep pulled her onto his lap and held her while they listened to one side of the conversation taking place.
“What’s the address?” Blake flipped the bedside lamp on and began looking for the small pad of paper that was always there. “How long ago did it start? Fuck.”
“Another fire,” Ally murmured softly and shivered at the thought of The Mes
senger getting someone else.
Shep glanced down at her pale features and pulled the thick comforter up and over them.
Blake was now looking for clothes to throw on. “I’ll be there in ten minutes. Nobody goes in until I get there. Get it put out and wait for me. Yeah, yeah, yeah, I know. Just do it.” He turned off the phone and slammed it on top of the dresser where he ripped open a drawer searching for fresh jeans. “Fuck,” he muttered again.
“It was The Messenger,” Ally whispered and Blake turned to look at her.
“The Messenger?” he questioned.
“That’s what he calls himself. He thinks that he is God’s messenger.” Her face was pale and her green eyes looked huge. “I want to go with you. Please Blake, if I’m going to reconnect with him then I need to be there.”
“I can’t take you with me, Ally. It’s not safe.”
But Blake would go in and that’s when it first dawned on Ally just what his job meant. He might not fight the fires but he was the one who went in to determine what caused them and sometimes that meant going into unstable places. It was a risk every time he entered a burned building or home and searched for clues to why and where.
“I need to be there, Blake.” He shook his head and Ally cried out. “The match. He always leaves the match he used on the front steps of the house.”
“How do you know that?” Blake demanded. They had purposely withheld that bit of information hoping to weed out any copycats and, of course, those people who called in and confessed to everything.
“I’ve connected with him before, Blake.” Ally pushed away from Shep and stood beside the bed. “I’ve been inside his mind. He’s an ordained minister, but he didn’t go to school, he received it over the internet. He thinks that what he is doing is the right thing in order to cleanse the people from sin.” She walked over to Blake and looked up into his eyes. “I need to see something, to touch something that still holds his touch. It will connect me with him again and I might be able to help find him.”