Travis hooked his fingers and rubbed the sweet spot inside her while leaning down to tease her swollen clit with his tongue. Becca gushed more cream on his fingers, and he knew she was close to going over. He worked his tongue in firm licks, and she went off like a rocket. Her cunt squeezed his fingers, honey dripped on his hands, and her body went taut. Mark worked on her nipples while he worked her clit, tasting her sweet cream, until she was still and limp underneath them. She looked so fucking beautiful when she came. Travis’s cock was screaming for satisfaction. He couldn’t stop himself from reaching down and stroking it while his woman came back to earth. He groaned in frustration as her eyes opened and zeroed in on his straining dick, and she licked her lips with relish.
“Not now, baby. You’ve got a spanking coming.”
* * * *
Becca quickly rolled over on the bed, presenting her bottom to her two delighted men. She couldn’t wait to feel their firm hands spanking her ass. She wasn’t about to pretend she didn’t want it. She wanted it badly.
A hand came down sharply on her ass cheek, almost making her jump. The heat spread from her ass to her pussy, and she couldn’t hold back the moan that escaped from her lips. Another hand came down on her other cheek, sending pleasure waves from the point of impact up her spine. Mark and Travis each took a side and in perfect rhythm took turns spanking her ass. Her bottom was on fire and her cunt was dripping as she rubbed her clit against the sheets, trying to get some relief. She groaned in frustration when the spanking stopped and she was rolled over on the bed, her sore ass rubbing on the sheets.
“I wasn’t done yet, why did you stop?”
Mark chuckled. “You’re the only woman I know who pouts about getting a spanking and then pouts because it’s over too soon. My hand hurts, woman.”
Becca laughed and reclined on the bed. The men leaned forward, but she held up her hand.
“Stop. I want to watch you two a little. It’s hot.”
Travis ran his hands up Mark’s muscular chest.
“I don’t have any problem with that. But we’re fucking you together tonight. That’s not negotiable.”
Travis pulled Mark into his arms, and Becca watched, mesmerized, as their lips and tongues met in a scorching kiss. She couldn’t tear away from the feast of gorgeous man flesh on display for her eyes, and her eyes only. Their bodies were pressed close, their mouths devouring each other. Mark’s hand reached between them to stroke Travis’s hard cock. Travis hissed with pleasure.
“Isn’t it beautiful, Becca? Doesn’t Trav have the most beautiful cock?”
Becca nodded. “You both do. Lick it.”
Mark grinned. “Your wish is my command.”
He leaned down and licked Travis’s cock from balls to tip several times. Becca was amazed at how Travis’s body shook from the pleasure.
“Lick him, too.”
Travis pushed Mark down to the bed and did more than that. He licked and kissed a trail from Mark’s lips, down his neck, across his chest and abs, all the way to his cock and balls. Mark was moaning as Travis worked his tongue around the mushroom head of Mark’s cock, his fingers twisting in Travis’s silky brown hair. Becca’s nipples were painfully tight and her pussy was creaming as she watched Travis pleasure Mark. Mark tugged at Travis’s hair.
“Fuck, if you keep that up, this is going to be over before it starts.”
Mark’s voice was hoarse and gravelly. Travis sat up with a satisfied smile.
“I guess I’d just have to get you hard again. What a job.”
Mark sat up and pulled his lover close for another kiss.
“I love you, babe.”
“Yeah, I love you, too. Now let’s fuck our woman. I don’t want her getting the idea she’s in charge around here. I do want her to get the idea of how much we love her.”
Mark snagged her ankle and pulled her toward the end of the bed so he could get into position while Travis grabbed condoms and lube from the nightstand. Her pulse hummed as she anticipated having both her men fucking her at the same time. She trailed her finger down the center of Mark’s chest.
“You know I want it hard and hot, right?”
Mark eased back on the bed, sliding his head up to the top, and patted his stomach in invitation.
“Let’s get inside you, babe, before you decide how hard you want it. The first time can be uncomfortable at first, and we don’t want you to be too sore tomorrow.”
Becca didn’t want to be sore tomorrow either, but she was practically panting to have her men fuck her. Mark slipped on a condom and tugged her on top of him. She giggled as the rough hair on his legs tickled the sensitive skin on the inside her of thighs. They were both so sexy, and she couldn’t help reaching out and running her hands all over his chest and shoulders, loving the way his hard muscles and smooth skin felt under her palms.
He returned the favor, skimming his hands up her rib cage and under her heavy breasts before tugging her down until her nipples dangled over his mouth. He tortured each nipple in turn with his lips and tongue until she was grinding her pussy against his hard cock. He laughed at her desperate response.
“I think our woman needs a cock inside her, stat.”
Travis rolled his eyes and helped Becca get into position on top of Mark.
“Dr. Feelgood likes to use medical humor sometimes. You’ll get used to it.”
Becca closed her eyes and let the pleasure wash over her as she lowered herself onto Mark’s stiff cock. Each ridge rubbed sensitive spots in her cunt, and she groaned when he was seated to the hilt. She felt so full, her pussy stretched to accommodate him. Nothing felt as delicious as Mark’s and Travis’s cocks.
“It feels so good. Mark’s dick fills me up. God, I love it.”
Travis swept her hair off her neck and kissed the sensitive spot there.
“I love it when Mark fucks me. Open your eyes, pretty girl, and see the look on his face. You can see he loves being inside you, too.”
Becca opened her eyes, and Mark did have a look of complete pleasure on his face. He pulled her down on his chest, nuzzling her hair and playing with her nipples. Travis caressed her bottom.
“I’m going to fill you up here. You’re going to be so full of cock, the feeling is going to be out of this world. Just relax for me, babe. Let Mark distract you.”
Becca tried to relax and concentrate on Mark’s hands instead of Travis’s. She jumped a little when she felt the cold lube trickle down her ass crack, but then Travis’s warm fingers were rubbing her back hole.
“Breathe.”
Becca exhaled slowly as Travis’s fingers breached her ass. A second finger was quickly added. She felt a zing of pleasure as his fingers found sensitive nerves she hadn’t known existed until she met these men. His fingers scissored and worked, stretching her until he was sure she could take him. She cried out when he pulled his fingers from her.
“No! Travis, I need it.”
He ran his hand up and down her back in a soothing motion.
“I know you do, baby. I know what you need. You need a cock in your ass, don’t you? I’m going to give you one. The time has come for us to all be together.”
She heard the crinkle of a condom wrapper, and then the blunt end of his cock pressed against her back hole insistently. Her body resisted for a moment, and then the tight ring of muscles gave way. She felt the brief bite of pain she loved so much and the burn which quickly turned to a dark pleasure. She hadn’t expected to enjoy it this much. His cock was sending frissons of pleasure through her body and straight to her pussy. She could feel her cunt tighten on Mark’s cock and was rewarded with his moan of ecstasy.
“Fuck, Trav. Her pussy just clamped down on my cock. Let’s get to fucking soon. I don’t know how much longer I can hold back.”
“I’m almost in, babe. Hold on one more minute.”
Travis pressed relentlessly into her tight hole until he had given her everything he had to give. She was panting, her body shiny with sweat. Sh
e was completely stuffed with cock, and nothing could have prepared her for how it felt. Travis’s cock felt a hundred times better than the plug. The plug had been cold and hard. Travis’s cock was hard, hot, and pulsing. She knew now why Cassie and Jillian were always smiling. She wanted this every day for the rest of her life.
“Do it.”
Her men knew exactly what to do. Travis pulled out before slowly thrusting back in, his balls slapping her ass as he drove in to the hilt. As Travis pistoned in, Mark pulled out, only to slam into her as Travis pulled out again. Every single second of her fucking she was filled with cock. They played her body between them like a fine instrument. She was lost to the pleasure and feelings, her senses fully engaged. She could hear their pants and her own urgent voice. She could smell the heavy scent of sex that hung in the air. When Travis pulled her back against his chest, she tasted his seductive kiss, his flavor uniquely male. She could see Mark’s face, a mask of concentration as he tried to hold back, to draw out the pleasure as long as they could. Finally, she could feel their hair-roughened skin against her own, rubbing against her each time they moved together.
Their movements became more urgent, and her body grew taut as the pleasure inside her built. She was on the edge, and she knew just one more stroke would send her into orgasm. Mark reached between them and gave her swollen, sensitive clit the attention it had been screaming for. At the same time, Travis nipped at the sensitive spot on her neck just where it met her shoulder. The twin sensations sent her over, and she shattered into a million pieces. The pleasure was so intense it was almost painful, yet she never wanted it to end.
Mark thrust one more time and froze. His body went rigid, and she could see the veins of his neck clearly as he muttered a filthy word. She could feel his cock pulsing inside of her, and it sent her into another wave of pleasure she hadn’t anticipated. Travis’s hands bit into her hips as he also climaxed. She could feel his hot seed spurting, filling the condom. It seemed to last forever, and then finally it was over. They collapsed in a heap of arms and legs, sticky with sweat and sex.
They lay there for a long time, no one speaking, just enjoying the intimacy of what they had just shared. Becca had never felt closer to anyone in her life than she did at this moment with these two men she loved so much. She protested when she felt them move and the men start to get up from the bed.
“No, stay here with me.”
Travis gave her a quick, sweet kiss.
“We’ll be right back, babe. We need to take care of these condoms.”
The light in the bathroom went on, and she closed her eyes and let herself drift on the edge of sleep. She was startled when she felt a warm washcloth between her legs.
“What—”
“Easy there, sweetheart. We’re just cleaning you up, and then we can all cuddle and go to sleep.”
Becca relaxed under Mark’s caring ministrations. She had never felt so loved and cared for, protected even. Maybe being protected by these men wouldn’t be as annoying as being protected by her big brothers.
“You have a very witchy smile on your face, pretty girl. What are you thinking about?”
“That you’re not as annoying as Ryan and Jack.”
Mark barked with laughter. “I would hope that’s the case. How about let’s leave your brothers out of our bedroom? Deal?”
Mark cuddled Becca’s front and Travis joined them, snuggling her back. She yawned, barely able to keep her eyes open.
“Deal. No Ryan or Jack in our bedroom. Ever.”
Chapter 14
The insistent ring of the telephone brought Becca reluctantly awake. She propped one eye open as Mark grabbed the phone.
“Becca, honey, it’s Ryan.”
So much for keeping her brothers out of their bedroom. She reached for the phone with a grimace.
“This better be good, big brother.”
“I wouldn’t have called unless it was important. The salon was vandalized last night.”
Becca sat up quickly, causing Mark and Travis to look alarmed. She knew she was probable scaring them, but at the moment she was too pissed off to care.
“What? Vandalized? How much damage? Shit, I’ll be right there.”
Becca was already pushing the covers back and levering out of bed. Her hair salon was her pride and joy, and someone had damaged it.
“Easy, sis. Have Travis or Mark drive you, okay? I don’t want you driving if you’re this upset.”
Becca held the phone in one hand while she dragged her panties and skirt up with the other.
“I’m not upset, Ryan. I’m pissed. I’ll be there in ten.”
Becca slammed the phone on the cradle and only then noticed her men had also started to get dressed. Travis pulled a T-shirt over his head and then stayed her hand as she tried to drag on her blouse.
“Stop. You can’t wear that. Let me get you some gym shorts and a T-shirt of mine, and you have some flip-flops here you can wear.”
Becca was about to ask him what he was talking about but then took a good look at herself in the mirror. She was wearing her sexy outfit from last night. What was hot for an evening out with her boys would look tarty in the cold light of morning. She didn’t want to show up at her shop with Ryan dressed like a hooker. She sighed in defeat.
“Okay. I guess I would look pretty ridiculous. Thanks.”
Mark pulled her close for a hug. “Relax, babe. We’re here for you, okay? You’re not alone. We’re a family now.”
Becca felt tears prick the backs of her eyes. “I love you both so much.”
“And we love you. Let’s get you dressed and get out of here so we can see what happened.”
* * * *
Becca had to hold back her tears as she took in the damage to her beloved salon. The front window had been shattered by a large rock thrown at it. On the door, the word whore was spray-painted in a crimson red. Inside wasn’t much better. The vandals has apparently crawled through the broken window and proceeded to pull shelves down, scattering products all over the floor and knocking over tables and chairs. The inside walls were spray-painted with letters three feet tall, spelling Bitch. And to top it all off, every mirror in the place was cracked. Becca didn’t even want to think about how many years of bad luck that was.
“It can all be fixed.”
Mark’s arm was warm and solid around her shoulders. She let herself lean against him, thankful for his strength.
“I know. But it still pisses me off anyway. Why would someone do this?”
As the town woke up, the scene attracted quite a crowd. Becca was grateful that Travis and Mark had insisted she take an extra minute to wash last night’s melted makeup from her face and pull her hair back in a ponytail. She didn’t look glamorous in Travis’s gray running shorts and dark-blue T-shirt, but she at least looked clean and neat.
Ryan pulled his cell phone from his ear and gave her a grim look.
“I had my deputies checking all over town. There doesn’t appear to be any other damage anywhere. Only here. The insurance adjuster was already here. He’ll get a copy of all the crime-scene photos. You should be completely covered.”
“Terrific. What did I do to piss someone off like this?”
Travis pushed his way through debris and started righting the tables and chairs, noting the damage to the upholstery and table finishes.
“Did you have anyone complain lately? Any unsatisfied customers?”
Becca rubbed her temples. “No. I make sure everyone is happy with their hair. In fact, things have been going great lately. No complaints at all.”
Mike Parks pushed his way into the shop and gave Becca a big hug.
“Oh, honey, I came as soon as I heard. We’ll get this place cleaned up before you know it. Don’t you worry, okay?”
Becca felt the familiar rush of love as she looked at her father’s worried face. It appeared he had dragged Steve and Ellie with him, and their expressions were just as concerned.
“I’m not w
orried. I know everything can be replaced or fixed. I’m insured, and they’ve already been here. I’m just pissed off that someone did this. I’m sorry about your karaoke equipment. I think it’s a write-off.”
Mike Parks kept his music equipment in the back of the salon. He loved karaoke and it was great entertainment for the customers. It was the reason she had named the salon The Snip and Sing.
“My only concern is that you are okay. We can buy new karaoke equipment. I can’t buy another daughter.”
Ellie came forward and handed her a cup of coffee. “Steve and I stopped at the diner. We thought you might need some coffee.”
Becca gave her a grateful smile and sipped at the hot coffee. “This is just what I needed. Thank you, Ellie.”
“Becca! Becca! Dear, are you all right?”
Becca looked past Ellie and gave a fond smile. Two of her favorite customers were pushing through the crowd and into her shop. Estelle and Jane were sisters and members of the Ladies Auxiliary. Both retired and widowed, the ladies were in their seventies but didn’t look a day over sixty. Neck deep in civic affairs, they knew everyone and everything that went on in Plenty.
“I’m fine, Estelle. Just the shop was damaged.”
Estelle and Jane looked around the shop with disgust and determination. Becca knew that look well. The ladies were cooking up something. Jane pulled out her cell phone.
“I’m going to call the other ladies, and we’ll get a crew in here to clean this up.”
Becca protested. “We can handle this, Jane. That’s so sweet, but we can get this cleaned up.”
Jane gave her a no-nonsense look. “We’ll help. You’re one of us, dear, and we care for our own. Heavens, you’re always doing something for Plenty, whether it’s the meal program, sponsoring a Little League team, volunteering at the hospital, or any of the other hundred things you do for this community. It’s time for Plenty to help you.”
Becca was speechless. She hadn’t realized anyone had been paying attention. She hadn’t done those things for the attention, of course. She truly loved helping people. It was what she, Ryan, and Jack all had in common. They all three had a deep sense of civic responsibility. But she was amazed to hear that her efforts hadn’t gone unnoticed.
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