Plenty of Love

by Lara Valentine

  She had tried to be so sweet about not liking the color. She had chewed her bottom lip, her brows knitted together in concern, before softly voicing her concerns about the brightness of the yellow he had purchased. One swipe of the paint on the bare wall had told the story. It looked practically neon. Becca had accompanied Mark back to the hardware store, where she had chosen a soft heather green.

  They had only stopped briefly to eat some leftover fried chicken from the diner for lunch. Now Mark wanted to sweep their woman off her feet and feed her dinner and then maybe a movie at the drive-in. Max was playing a Thin Man movie double feature this weekend. Becca had never seen any Thin Man movies, and Travis wanted to introduce her to William Powell and Myrna Loy’s famous movie series.

  Becca was lounging on the sheet-covered couch giggling at something Travis was saying. Mark let his gaze roam from the tips of her pink-painted toenails to the top of her golden hair. She was gorgeous. Her curves were mouthwateringly generous. She wasn’t one of those women who lived on celery sticks and water. Those curves were currently filling out a pair of old cutoff shorts and a black T-shirt. His mind wandered to an image of Becca on her back while he fucked her breasts, coming all over her chest and neck. It was an erotic image that immediately sent blood rushing to his cock. It pressed against the button fly of his faded jeans, reminding him how long it had been since he’d had a woman.

  He and Travis liked to be with women now and then. Even before meeting Becca, they had become discouraged about ever finding a woman to share and hadn’t slept with one in over a year. After meeting her at Thanksgiving, the idea of any other woman was an anathema to them. They only wanted her.

  “This color is great. Thank goodness you came over today, or we would have had the ugliest living room and dining room in Plenty.”

  Travis gave Becca a teasing smile, which she returned.

  “Don’t sell yourself short. I think they would have been the ugliest rooms in the entire state of Florida, not just Plenty.”

  Mark loved how she could take it and dish it out, too. She certainly kept them on their toes. He gave her a mock-hurt look.

  “Hey, I picked that paint out. It was a sunny shade of yellow.”

  Becca sputtered with laughter. “It sure was sunny. You would have had to wear sunglasses inside the house. You might have burned your corneas.”

  Travis cracked up. “She’s right, babe. The paint was horrendous. We could use it to paint highway guardrails, though. No one will miss them for sure.”

  “Okay, I won’t be picking out paint any longer. In fact, I vote that you and Becca pick out the color scheme for the house going forward.”

  Travis snorted. “That was a given. You are officially fired from interior-decorating duties. From now on you’re the muscle around here.”

  Mark struck a pose, flexing his biceps. “About time I was appreciated for my brawn.”

  Travis pulled him into his arms and gave him a kiss. “I’ve always appreciated your physique. Becca, what do you think about our Mark’s body?”

  Becca’s face went pink, and she seemed frozen for a moment with shock. Mark almost told her to ignore Travis’s teasing when she answered.

  “I think I’d like to run my hands all over it.”

  Becca’s voice was soft but sure. Travis gave Mark a triumphant smile as he stepped back.

  “Then come here and help yourself. I know Mark wants it, and I want to watch you.”

  Becca stood up and crossed the few steps to where Mark stood. He held his breath as her warm hands caressed his own before sliding up his arms. Her soft fingers explored his biceps, up over his shoulders, and down his chest to his stomach. He could feel his ab muscles tensing under her hands and his cock hardening in anticipation. He wanted to beg her to move her hands further south, but his mouth had suddenly gone dry. Travis’s voice, however, was working perfectly.

  “Go ahead and let your fingers touch his cock, sweetie. He wants it so bad. We’ve dreamed about your hands on us.”

  * * * *

  With Cassie and Jillian’s exhortations in her mind, Becca didn’t hesitate to let her fingers slide down his ridged, flat stomach to stroke the bulge in his jeans. She explored his hardness, marveling at his length and girth. He was impressive in size. Cream dripped from her pussy in anticipation. She couldn’t wait to feel his hard cock pounding her to ecstasy.

  “That feels so fucking good.”

  Mark’s voice came out as a groan. With a half smile, she popped open his button fly one by one, teasing him with soft brushes. She fell to her knees while her hand slipped under his boxer shorts to encircle him. Her other hand gripped his muscular thigh as she pulled his cock free. The reddish-purple mushroom head was already dripping pre-cum, and Becca licked her lips, dying to get a taste. Travis stroked her hair.

  “Do you like sucking cock, sweetie? You’ve got two horny men here who love giving and getting head.”

  Becca pulled Mark’s jeans down around his thighs and began to kiss her way to the crinkly sac already pulling tight.

  “I’ve never had much luck with oral sex, but I want to suck you and Mark so much.”

  Mark’s chuckle was lost in a moan as her tongue swept around his balls.

  “I think you’re about to have a turnaround in luck with us, baby. I’ve been dreaming about eating your sweet pussy for months now.”

  Becca watched, fascinated, as Travis turned Mark’s head toward him and captured his lips in a long kiss. She had thought she might feel strange or out of place watching the two of them, but she only felt lust. It was hot watching them together. Arousal curled in her belly, sending arrows of pleasure to her cunt.

  “Does Becca’s mouth feel good, babe?”

  “Fuck, yeah. It’s like having a hot glove surrounding my dick.”

  Mark tugged at her hair, and Becca obliged him by engulfing the head of his cock in her waiting mouth. She began to suck and lick his shaft before letting it pop out of her mouth and swirling her tongue around the head and up and down his velvety length. She was so lost in the feel and taste of him she was startled when a tongue joined her own.

  Travis had dropped to his knees and was running his tongue along the veins in Mark’s dick. Mark was moaning and groaning as their two tongues sent him closer and closer to the edge. Becca’s tongue tangled with Travis’s as they lapped at the sweet pre-cum leaking from Mark’s cock. Travis pulled her close and their tongues rubbed against each other in a hot, sweaty kiss. Travis’s hands were cupping her breasts, rubbing his thumbs over her already-hard and pointed nipples. She whimpered in frustration as she pressed closer to his warm body. She wanted their clothes gone and to feel flesh on flesh.

  Her hands started tugging at Travis’s T-shirt, and he chuckled before pulling away just slightly to look into her eyes.

  “We want you, Becca. Do you want us? Are you ready for us?”

  Becca threw up her hands in frustration.

  “You have to ask? I’m on my knees with a cock in my mouth and your tongue in it, too, trying to wrestle your clothes off. Are these the actions of a woman who’s not sure what she wants? Let me make it clear then. I want you and Mark to fuck me. Hard. Fast. I want your tongues in my pussy and your cocks there, too. Is that clear enough?”

  Becca almost laughed at Travis’s shocked expression. She glanced up, and Mark had almost the exact same expression.

  Travis ran his hands through his hair. “Uh, yeah, that’s pretty clear, sweetie. You’ve got a mouth on you, that’s for sure. Mark and I thought we might have to tone things down in the bedroom for you, but shit, you might have to tone things down for us. Go easy on us, baby. We’re just men.”

  Becca was incredulous as she struggled to her feet.

  “Tone things down? I’m not a virgin, for heaven’s sake. You can thank Wiley James our junior year of high school for that. I’m not completely innocent, either. This is a ménage town, guys. Women talk. I had a pretty good idea what I would be getting into. And
I have some ideas of my own, too.”

  Travis grinned as he stood up. “I wouldn’t mind hearing those. How about you, babe?”

  Mark grinned, too. “Hell, yeah. If we’re sharing ideas, I’ve got this one where you’re fucking Becca and I’m fucking you.”

  Becca’s arousal soared as the visual took shape in her brain.

  She nodded. “I’m totally on board with that idea.”

  Mark shook his head. “You’re a lot younger than us. We thought you might be kind of sheltered and, well, innocent.”

  She didn’t want to mock them but just couldn’t stop herself.

  “A prim, proper lady who never cusses or has sex?”

  They had the grace to look a little ashamed. Becca shoved at Mark’s shoulder.

  “You can’t stay too damn innocent in a small town. Hell, just the stories of what my brothers got into would have curled my hair. The girl next door I’m not.”

  Travis grimaced. “Apparently. We didn’t mean to assume anything. We just wanted to be sensitive.”

  “I know, and I appreciate that. I may not be the girl next door, but I am something else. A woman. I want you to treat me like the grown woman I am. Can you do that?”

  Both men nodded vigorously. Mark ran his hands down her arm, sending sparks straight to her clit.

  “Can we treat you like a woman right now?”

  Becca crossed her arms over her chest and gave them a stern look. “You damn well better. You’ve got me all hot and bothered here.”

  Mark pulled up his pants. “It is our fault. But don’t get too cocky, sweetheart. This guy is always in charge in the bedroom.”

  Mark pointed to Travis, whose expression had changed from one of shame to passion. He was definitely going to make love to her.

  Becca turned to Travis. “You’re dominant in the bedroom?”

  Travis gave her a look that let her know without any doubt the answer to her question.

  “Yes. How dominant I am will be up to you, of course. But I like to be in charge.”

  Becca nodded. “Fine. Then get this show on the road.”

  Travis pointed to the hallway. The bedrooms were down that hall.

  “Everyone get in the master bedroom and get naked. Now.”

  * * * *

  Travis hid a grin as Mark and Becca headed for the bedroom. By the time he arrived, Mark had already pulled his paint-spotted T-shirt off and was pushing his jeans down his muscular thighs. Travis felt the familiar stirrings seeing the man he loved. His arousal was so much more this time because his sweet Becca was helping Mark tug those jeans off.

  Becca was turning out to be a surprise in the bedroom. Outside of it, she was sweet and loving, with just a touch of smart aleck. She was resilient and had strong beliefs about helping others. To find out she was a woman who embraced her sexuality was the ultimate aphrodisiac to Travis. She was someone he could easily fall in love with. Hell, he had been halfway there already even before today. This would probably complete his head-over-heels tumble. His naturally cautious nature was nowhere to be seen.

  He gave Becca a scowl. “You are still dressed.”

  She gave him a pretty pout, running her finger down his chest, leaving a line of heat where she had touched him.

  “Mark’s naked, though.” She smiled coyly. “I helped.”

  Damn, she was hot. His blood was pounding in his ears just from her teasing, and his cock was as hard as concrete. He wanted to test just how open she really was about sex.

  “Look at Mark. Tell me what you see.”

  Her eyes lit up at his challenge. She walked a few circles around Mark, taking him in from every angle.

  “I see an incredibly sexy man. He’s handsome, too, with his blond hair and square jaw. I love the new goatee. I can’t wait for it to tickle my cunt. His shoulders are wide and his chest is muscular. God, his abs are so flat and you can count his six-pack.”

  Her fingers explored the ridges of Mark’s stomach. Travis was itching to feel her fingers on his own body.

  “His legs are strong and defined. His ass is spectacular. It makes me want to take a bite out of it.”

  “Go ahead. Mark, stand there and let Becca do as she pleases with your body.”

  Mark grinned and spread his arms wide. “Be my guest, baby.”

  Becca gave him an evil look and licked her lips before dropping to her knees. Her hands caressed Mark’s firm buttocks before her eyes locked with Travis’s. She leaned forward and let her teeth sink into his ass muscles. Mark’s cock jumped in excitement. Travis knew she hadn’t bitten Mark hard, but she had definitely received a reaction.

  Mark groaned. “Again, fuck, again.”

  Becca lifted her lips and bit down onto the other cheek. Travis could see she was using her tongue and sucking at the taut skin. Mark had his eyes closed in ecstasy.

  “Is there anywhere else you want to bite Mark? He looks like he’s enjoying it.”

  Becca shook her head then changed her mind and nodded. “His chest.”

  “Go ahead. His body is yours to torture.”

  Becca repeated the ritual on Mark’s pectorals. Each time, Mark’s cock would jump and a groan would be ripped from his throat. Travis knew Mark was getting close. Whether Becca had figured it out or not, Mark liked it rough. She was giving him exactly what he wanted. Mark was shaking with pleasure, his eyes glazed with passion.

  “Undress now. I want Mark to see and explore your body.”

  Chapter 7

  Becca tugged her shirt over her head with shaking hands. The sex play so far had been raunchy and hot. She had never bitten anyone during sex before, but Mark had seemed to enjoy it. Travis had obviously enjoyed watching. He had a tent in his jeans that made her mouth water. Hopefully, she’d get him in her mouth before too long.

  She was feeling completely enveloped in the relationship, not like an outsider. Watching them together had been unbelievably hot, too. She hoped she could convince them to have sex while she watched.

  She tossed her old T-shirt aside and pushed her worn cutoff jeans down her legs. She tossed them on top of her shirt. She stood before Travis and Mark in her white lace panties and bra. She had purchased all-new underwear since they moved to town.

  Travis looked at Mark. “She seems shy. Help her with the rest.”

  Mark gave her a lazy smile. “Travis is probably going to want to punish you for not following his directions and getting undressed.”

  He reached behind her and her bra came apart with a pinch of his fingers. He pulled it down her arms, and it joined the growing pile of clothes. He dropped to his knees and tugged her panties down her legs, kissing each inch of skin from the tops of her thighs to the toes of her feet. Honey dripped from her pussy and it clenched with need. She wanted a cock inside of her.

  She was finally naked, her body bare to their gazes. She normally would have felt self-conscious. She had ample curves and her stomach was not quite flat. She had been one of the first of her friends to need a bra and had always been a little embarrassed about her D cups. The hungry light in their eyes kept her from covering herself with her hands. They liked what they were seeing, and she reveled in the feeling of being so wanted. It had been a long time since a man had lusted after her. Today she had two.

  Mark whistled. “Holy fuck, Trav. Take a look at those tits. I can’t wait to get those babies in my mouth. And have you ever seen anything more gorgeous than her round ass? We’re going to love spanking and fucking it.”

  Mark ran his hands through her long hair, tugging her head back so she was looking directly into his blue eyes.

  “How does that sound to you, pretty girl? Would you like Trav and me to spank and fuck your fantastic ass?”

  Becca swallowed the lump in her throat. She had finally met men who could give her what she needed.

  “So far, you both seem to be mostly talk. Fun, dirty talk, but all talk nonetheless.”

  Travis’s eyes narrowed. Shit, she was in trouble.

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p; “Take our little princess over to the bed, babe. I want her legs spread wide. We’re going to lick her creamy pussy until she screams our names.”

  Becca felt her knees go weak. Luckily, Mark scooped her up into his arms and was carrying her to the king-size bed.

  “Wait! I’m too heavy to carry.”

  Mark just laughed and dropped her on the mattress.

  “Hardly. You’re just a tiny thing.”

  Becca pushed herself up to the top of the bed, leaning back against the dark oak headboard. The men were looking at her like she was a banquet and they hadn’t eaten in weeks. Travis stood at the foot of the bed, devouring her with his eyes.

  “Spread your legs, sweetheart. Show us how much you want to have your pussy licked.”

  Now wasn’t the time to chicken out. She desperately wanted their tongues in her cunt. She spread her legs wide, her pussy completely on display. Mark practically growled his arousal as he dove in tongue first. He lapped at her clit lightly before running his tongue through the folds and down to her opening. He tongue-fucked her while Travis watched with glowing, hot eyes. Mark lifted his head.

  “You’ve got to taste her pussy, Trav. It’s so sweet and spicy. I’m going to eat her pussy every single day.”

  Mark moved to the side, and Travis took his place. He never said a word but simply held her gaze with his. Even as he lowered his head to swipe his tongue from clit to opening, he never lost eye contact. Becca half screamed at the sensations.

  Mark chuckled. “I think she likes it, but she’s not screaming our names yet. Keep licking while I worship her gorgeous breasts.”

  Travis went back to work on her dripping cunt. His tongue was a tool of pleasure and torture. It seemed to lick everywhere but where she needed it most—directly on her clit. She tried to wriggle her clit under his tongue, but he had her firmly pinned to the bed with a hand on the inside of each thigh. With Mark leaning over her torso, starting to lap at her nipples, she was effectively their prisoner, albeit a willing one.