One of the panels of textured wood was in exactly the right place to…receive her breasts. A diamond pattern was cut into it, with little, pointed pyramids rising out. The points weren’t quite sharp but—Vashi showed her, moving her tits so the nipples brushed against the wood—very stimulating.
She moaned and he let her go, moving his hands but maintaining pressure against her back so her breasts were compressed against the wood. So she would know that any movement she made would stir them unbearably.
Next, Haidee learned that one of the small drawers conveniently within Vashi’s reach contained a tube of lubricant. And she learned exactly what it was that he needed.
She turned her head to watch and saw that the tube was new, that he was breaking the seal on it. Then, viewing in the mirror now, she watched as he put it to her anus and squeezed.
She shuddered, the cold invasion of it gritty and stark and…thrilling. The view of it in the mirror was graphic, also…thrilling.
Groaning, she accepted it as Vashi moved his hand to her, as he very deliberately bent his fingers until it was clearly his middle finger that was left, his middle finger that penetrated her.
“Oh, God.”
He pushed into her, sliding with the lube, but stretching, entering her. He went all the way, so his other fingers fanned against her ass, so he could tug, and stretch, and ream.
“Vashi.”
He didn’t answer, just kept working her, giving her a pause, letting her hover in uncertainty before he added his index finger. He scissored in and out, stretching more, making sure that she could see what he did.
And that she could see his cock, hard, huge, and jutting out, almost vertical in his excitement. The excitement that she generated.
But he took her with three fingers before he considered her ready. Thrusting in, stretching her until she cried out, until she shuddered again and felt that cold, exquisite torture at her nipples.
She could almost come—unbelievably, after her previous wild orgasms, with no stimulation but to her tits and her ass, she was almost there.
Like he knew and forbade it, he suddenly removed his fingers. He stepped closer, and she watched as he pressed his cock into her ass and pushed in. He stopped at the worst moment, when she was stretched to the maximum around that big cockhead.
He looked into the mirror just as she did. It was a darkly erotic view. She was in front, naked, bound, and pierced by him, so obviously penetrated in that wicked, forbidden entry. He stood behind, muscled, conquering, mastering. The length of his cock—what he had to give her that she hadn’t had yet—was entirely visible and waiting to have her.
She could feel the throb of his desire, the surge of his blood as it pulsed just inside her.
“This is your first ass fuck, isn’t it?” he asked, though it was more of a demand. “I’m your first.”
“Yes,” she said, almost a whisper. She found there were handholds just within reach and she grasped them. She took hold and shamelessly rubbed her breasts into the stirring rasp of that wood. Then, improbable as it seemed, she flexed her ass. She wanted him. She invited him. She begged for him.
He let out a huff of a laugh—prideful, exultant. The triumph of the conqueror. Then, in a shivery, seductively debasing way, he took her. She watched as he speared into her, as her body gave itself up to every last millimeter of that cock. He breached her slowly but masterfully, confident of his power. He grasped her hips, grinding into her.
Holding there, he made clear his ownership, his staked claim. They both rasped out harsh breaths, the glory of the vanquished and vanquisher shared.
Then he fucked her. Roughly, ruthlessly. He lifted her, and she helped, flexing her arms against the handholds, letting her legs dangle. They both panted through dozens of punishing strokes.
Finally, he held, sunk deeply into her, breathing in gasps, holding them both back from the edge. And she learned what one more of the slots in the wall was for.
He held her up and pulled her away from the wall a little, enough to make room. He pressed a lever and a small, hinged panel fell open. It was, well, like a cock. Thrust up, with a curve. Large, like him. Wide and knobbed. She knew that, when it was inside her, she would feel those knobs, and so would he.
Her breath huffed out, nearly in a panic. But she remembered—he had her, and she was okay. And so she didn’t object when he lifted her and then settled her down on that big phallus. She felt each of the knobs as they stretched and then entered her, felt the final stretch and realized that the base was padded and flared for just that purpose. So that when she was suspended onto it, the tension would be all but unbearable.
And it arched up in front, the firm padding somehow ribbed, so, when he fucked her again, her clit was viciously stimulated. She howled with the pleasure of it, and knew that his pleasure soared, too, as his cock slammed into her ass and skimmed along those knobs pressing into her cunt.
He wrapped his arms around her and made some sound that seemed to indicate he was insane with pleasure. She understood it. She felt the same way.
He wanted her orgasm. She knew it, could feel the way he drove her to it. And she let go, careless of whether he was with her, simply acquiescent, entirely agreeable to falling into a harrowing, consuming climax. She shuddered and shook, flailed with her feet, clenched and spasmed, and screamed—screamed—as she went over.
Vashi held her, contained her, soothed her, even as he kept his cock deep within her. But it wasn’t his voice she heard when the riotous ringing her ears settled enough for the words to get through—
“Jesus Christ.”
Chapter Four
Lev saw that Vashi was already home. He knew Danya would be a while yet—they’d spoken from the air, and the kid was having to circle around the worst of the storms. He came in through the kitchen and opened the fridge, hoping there might be something more for dinner than beer and day-old pizza—or more than day old.
But his gaze was captured as the appliance light set off some sparkle on the counter, and he took a closer look.
It was a beaded bag, a quite distinct one.
Fuck. Vashi had the flight nurse.
He’d considered keeping that ambulance ride to Miles City for himself for just this reason. He’d gone looking for Haidee Wells more than once and still hadn’t caught up to her. But he’d been finishing his last of three round trips to Helena with firefighters, and Vash was coming off a twenty-four hour rest, so it had made sense to send his brother.
Now he was sorry. Tired and sorry. But not dead. So he stripped out of his work shirt and headed to the stairs. The stairs going down.
The legacy passed to the Vanchenko boys from their grandmother wasn’t limited to a love of flying. The woman had lived a, as one might have said back in her day, Bohemian lifestyle. She’d brought her mechanic, Jaja, with her from the old country. Those two lived together for decades, until the old guy died, without the benefit of marriage. Natalya did marry, once, a guy named Uli Vanchenko. Uli was a long-haul trucker, and he blew into Billings like the wind, off and on for decades. Matsin Vanchenko was born during the years of her marriage, and that was where the brothers’ name came from. But whether he was Uli’s son or Jaja’s wasn’t really certain. Because Uli lived with Natalya when he was in town, but that didn’t change the fact Jaja lived there, too.
Of course, Matsin’s father might also have been a roughneck named Frank who worked oil fields from Montana to Utah. He spent a fair bit of time in Natalya’s house, too. Sometimes, all three men were there.
If anybody asked questions—as Danny did, once, when he was young and stupid—he got no response but Natalya’s very powerful stink-eye. The woman was good with a lop to the head, too, and it was likely only Danny’s basic sweetness that saved him from a wallop.
Natalya’s approach to sexuality did, apparently, lie somewhat outside the norm.
Matsin moved closer to middle ground, but only just barely. He stuck close to his mother through his early
years. Natalya taught him to fly. When he was twenty-four, he married a debutante. Well, Billings didn’t have much of a debutante society in those days—or ever—but that was Amanda’s sort. Natalya and Matsin used his new wife’s family money to build the flying service. He put Amanda in one of the little Victorian houses in the old part of town and got a couple of daughters from her. But it wasn’t long before the two of them realized they really didn’t care much for each other.
At thirty-one, Matsin ended up in Saint Vincent’s hospital, in need of an emergency appendectomy. By the time he left, a young nurse named Magdalena Bierkoff was a couple days pregnant. Nine months later, Vashi was born. His father insisted that his son should have his name.
Lev was born a year later. While the brothers were small, Matsin pretty much lived in Magdalena’s little house near the hospital. Every few nights, he’d go home to the Victorian. But there came a time—Lev had dim memories of thrown frying pans and breaking glass—when Magdalena objected to the somewhat raw deal she’d been given. Matsin moved out.
But, either he was irresistibly charming—Lev knew the man, of course, and could almost see it—or what he and Magdalena felt for each other truly did encompass something like love. Either way, within a year, Matsin was sneaking back in at night. In a couple more years, he was basically splitting his time between the two homes again. And when one more year passed, Danya was born.
Whatever the women made of it—Lev knew Maggie’s take on it, which was fairly bitter, but he’d hardly ever been in the same room with Amanda, unless the nave of Saint Patrick’s Cathedral counted—Matsin kept his two women happy enough. At least as far as Lev knew, neither one had ever tossed him out on his ear, once Maggie took him back.
The next generation—Lev and his brothers—definitely loved flying, but the jury was still out on the sex and lifestyle business. Danny seemed pretty normal. He tended to pick up serial girlfriends, women he got attached to, dated for a while, brought home to his bed. Then, about the time it started to look like they were moving in, it would end, a quick but seeming friendly termination brought about by him.
Vashi, well, that one had a hard edge when it came to sex. Lev knew about his little play area and had even partaken in it. Vash liked rough sex, and dominance, and just that. He rarely had a woman more than once. He used them hard and let them go, even if they’d have come back for more willingly. Even eagerly.
Lev was somewhere in between. He was Vash’s wingman now and then and had some memorable experiences with Vash and a couple women—or, even, just one—down in that sex den of his. Lev didn’t need to get all caveman on a woman to enjoy her, but he had to admit there was a thrill to it.
And, double penetration, well, that was something else. It had started kind of accidentally. He’d been home one night when Vash brought a woman in. Lev was pretty sure Vash had a finger or two up the bitch’s ass as they’d come in from the garage. He’d stopped her when he saw Lev in the living room and just stood there with her, poking her from behind.
“This is my brother, Lev,” he said. “Why don’t you show him your tits?”
And the crazy woman did. She’d stood there in front of him and peeled off her skimpy little top and then, with a little obvious urging from behind, dropped her bra.
She had a nice pair—surgically enhanced, but a job well-done. Lev didn’t spend much more than a minute looking. He stood up, met Vash’s even gaze, and went to suck some tit.
The bitch didn’t object to anything. Between them, they got her the rest of the way undressed. Lev released his cock, grabbed her head and brought her down, and she used her mouth on him. Avidly. Deep-throating him, letting him thrust into her.
Behind her, Vash suited up and plunged himself right into her ass. They were both pumping her good, and she seemed like a totally happy camper. Just before Lev gave her a throat full of cum, Vash paused.
He pulled her up, arching her so he filled her ass deep and got her pussy tilted a bit toward Lev.
“Fuck her, Lev. Hit her cunt.”
Well, Jesus. If the crazy bitch didn’t balk at that—and she didn’t—he wasn’t going to. So he took the condom Vash handed over, covered himself, hooked one of her thighs and brought it against his waist, and plunged in.
Neither man was small. The bitch was remarkably accommodating. She squealed just a bit as he worked his way in—she was already very occupied. But they managed it—the brothers knew how to work as a team—and pretty soon they were both humping her. Taking turns at first, then, as things heated up, they banged into her together.
It was…cool. Both men were strong and the girl knew how to take a pounding. Lev found out it was pretty hot shit to fuck a woman and feel his brother’s cock fucking her, too. It was incredibly tight and stimulating. Just before they all got off, he met Vash’s gaze, and that was a heady feeling. The two of them were close, connected, as only some brothers were. When they closed their eyes in the ecstasy of the moment, that connection was still there.
It was one of the hardest orgasms he’d ever had, and double penetration, double-fucking a woman, had kind of become their thing. At the least, if the moment arose, they took it. So, maybe he was closer to Vashi’s end of the sexual spectrum than Danny’s.
Now, he opened Vash’s door and swore at what he saw. Vash had Haidee and was pounding into her ass. He had her levered up on something. She was strung out over it—whatever it was he had planted up her cunt and the beating he was giving her ass. She was cuffed to the wall, but had taken a grasp on some hand grips and was helping hold herself up, her legs flailing in the air. Screaming, she was being ripped by a wild orgasm, and, by the looks of it, Vash was just a moment away from blasting into her.
Haidee was too far gone to notice Lev’s entrance, but Vash was not. He held himself back, though Lev could see him shudder, could appreciate the effort it took to rein in his hot turn-on. He plunged in deep and then just held there while the girl rode out a brutal climax. She was still panting, sounding totally done in, when Lev closed the door at his back and walked up beside Vash.
Vashi had his hands on her—big and tanned against her smooth skin. Lev watched those hands move over her—supporting, yes, but also soothing, reassuring. There was an uncharacteristic possessive quality in his touch.
Lev had a moment’s doubt. Vash had never, not once, been less than perfectly willing to share whatever woman he brought home. But Lev didn’t see any welcome in his brother’s eyes now, any invitation.
He gave thought to going back to the door and walking away, to respecting what it was that was going on between Vash and the flight nurse. A better, less selfish man might have done it.
But Lev had had a thing for Haidee for nearly a week now. And that thing included the boner that was pressing good and painfully hard into his jeans.
So he stood next to his brother and met his gaze. Vash gave the smallest shake of his head.
“I met her, too,” Lev said quietly. “I’ve been looking for her for a week.”
There was bit of a moment until, finally, Vash sighed. He reached up, let one of Haidee’s wrists loose, and then wrapped his arms around her and lifted.
She wailed as he took her off the, well, it was a big, knobby dildo deal, and Lev could see why it made her squeal. Vash raised her, keeping his cock buried deep, and turned with her. She still had one wrist secured above her head, but he let her down enough for her toes to touch the floor. Vash was behind her, against the wall, and Lev moved so she was facing him.
But she didn’t know he was there yet, he was sure. She’d been fucked just about insensate. Her head rolled and then fell back against Vash’s shoulder.
She was fucking gorgeous. Her face was like a blissed-out angel’s. Her body was spectacular, with big high tits that looked completely natural and very well used, and a nicely curved, toned physique. She lolled against Vash, very likely aware—like, how could she not notice?—that his boner was still pulsing hot and heavy in her ass.
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nbsp; Lev savored the view, but reached into his back pocket for a condom—he’d had one there for a week now—then shucked his jeans and covered up. Stepping close, he put his hands over Haidee’s tits and burrowed in, finding her lips with his amidst the hair that was dangling over her face. Her reflexes slow, she lifted her face and opened her eyes.
“Wha—?” She pressed back against Vash, startled. “Lev? What…what are you doing here?” She turned her head, coming to herself. “Vashi?”
There was a little panic in her then, and they both worked to soothe her. Well, Vash was kind of soothing. Lev was more…motivating. He murmured to her. “It’s okay, baby. We’ve got you.”
He kissed her again—she couldn’t escape if she wanted to, given the way she was impaled—gently worked one breast, and moved his fingers down to her clit. She huffed out a little breath that might have been objection, and he spoke again.
“I’ve been wanting you, Haidee. I’ve been looking for you.”
“What are you doing here?”
“I live here. Vashi’s my brother.”
That seemed to kind of remind her of who was in her ass. She turned her head. “Vashi?”
“It’s okay, baby,” he said. “You can let this happen.”
“I don’t think—”
Lev stopped her with a kiss. Vashi gentled her more with his hands and murmured in her ear—very much, Lev thought, the same words he’d used. “You’re okay, sweetheart. I have you. You know I do.”
Thinking he was going to have her, too, Lev felt it when she relaxed into his kiss. She opened her mouth to him, and he took tender advantage. She let him kiss her, let him inside to taste and take. He rubbed his palm over her breast and she stirred, like her fuse was getting lit again.
Lev lifted his head, and Vashi put his hand on her jaw and turned her up to his mouth. She reached up her free hand to tangle in his hair and let it happen. With a shiver of excitement, she hummed out a little moan when the cock in her ass started gently thrusting. Lev met Vashi’s eyes for a moment before he went to his knees.
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