The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 3
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Chance held out his hand, and she took it, allowing him to lead her up to the second story. The bedroom and the rest of the house were done in the same sorts of colors that predominated in their ranch house, mostly neutrals and deep reds and blues. She immediately felt at home. He led her to the bed and showed her the view of the lake from the window.
“We had two double beds up here when we were growing up. We claimed this space from the time our parents trusted us to go up and down the stairs without falling. A few days ago we spent some time out here rearranging furniture, and moved a king-size bed up here from one of the other bedrooms. If the size doesn’t suit you, Wes and Evan Garner can build us special beds for here and at home.”
They’d made it clear from the beginning that they didn’t want a fling and hoped for something that lasted with her. His statement about the beds had a ring of permanence to it, and she found that she liked it very much.
Lydia said, “That’s something to consider. Summer told me that they do excellent work and she’s very happy with everything they’ve built for them. The view is beautiful. I’ll bet tonight it will be gorgeous.”
Chance’s sexy gaze sent a wave of heat through her body, and he nodded, never taking his eyes from her. “I can’t wait.”
“Have you updated the cabin recently? You said you spent time here as kids.”
“Yes. We did some major work about five years ago in the kitchen and all the bathrooms, and refinished the floors. Sorry the tub is not a whirlpool tub, but we can remedy that if you want one out here.”
“If we spend a lot of time out here that might be nice, but the one in there is fine by me.”
Chance approached her and said, “If you want it, you can have it, baby. Just say the word.”
Lydia smiled at him and said, “I love you, Chance.” He opened his arms and she went to him, curious about his quiet mood. He wrapped his arms around her and squeezed her tight. Footsteps signaled Clayton’s approach, and as he topped the landing he said, “Food’s all put away. And everything is unpacked. It’s still awfully warm up here, Lydi. Why don’t you come downstairs and we’ll give the air conditioner a chance to cool the house down a notch or two.”
Lydia asked, “Has our weekend begun? No one is going to show up out of the blue?”
Clayton shook his head as they all went down stairs. “Nope. It’s just the three of us. All weekend long.”
“Good, because I have been looking forward to this moment since Chance told me about our adventure this weekend.”
She faced both men and slowly lifted the hem on her shirt revealing the sexy, white, lace push-up bra she wore underneath it.
“Mmm. Sexy,” Chance said with admiration in his voice.
She removed her sandals, unbuttoned her jeans, and lowered the zipper. Turning as she bent to slip the jeans off, she gave them a great view of her ass cheeks.
One of the men growled softly, and she laid the jeans and the top over the back of the couch. Next, she undid the bra so her full breasts swayed free and then slipped the matching lace G-string from her hips. Her nipples hardened to tight points with the motion.
“That’s better,” Clayton said huskily.
“I agree,” Chance said.
“What now?” she asked.
Clayton stroked her jaw and said, “Now we fix supper for our girl.”
Chance placed a dish towel on one of the barstools at the counter for her, and she sat and talked with them while they made preparations to put steaks on the grill which was already heating. It was obvious that they were distracted the whole time by her nudity. That gave her a feeling of raw sensuality and power, and she found that she could barely sit still on the other side of the counter. She wanted to be closer.
During their prep time, she came into the kitchen. Every now and then, Clayton and Chance caressed her ass or her breasts, occasionally tweaking a nipple.
She was soon breathless with arousal, and Chance smiled and asked if she wanted a beer. She nodded and he got one for her. Looking down at her with intense eyes, Chance said, “You have no idea how beautiful you are, do you?”
She was speechless but did manage a gasp when he put his arms around her and lifted her onto the island. Chance kissed her like he was starved for her, and she wondered if they would make it through the meal without fucking first.
As if he was reading her mind, Clayton said, “We have time for a snack if you’re hungry, Chance.”
“I’m starved,” Chance whispered against her lips as he lowered her back to the island and Clayton lifted her feet and propped them on the counter edge so she’d be more comfortable.
“Can I lick your pussy, baby?”
“Y–Yes, Chance, yes.”
Her juices were already running slick from her pussy at all their attention, and her thighs fell open as he made more than a snack of her pussy while Clayton took the steaks out and put them on the grill.
Chance licked hungrily at her, driving her arousal through the roof with the erotic sounds of oral sex in their kitchen. He slid a finger into her pussy and stimulated her G-spot as he sucked on her throbbing clit and the flesh surrounding it. Her pussy felt swollen and needy, and she spread her thighs wider for him. He slid two fingers in her cunt and groaned quietly as her back arched and she started panting.
“Yes, baby. That’s it. Come for me.”
He sucked her clit again, simultaneously stroking her G-spot, and her orgasm pulsed wildly through her. Her pussy clenched on his fingers, and she rode them unashamedly until she lay completely still on the counter. He lapped at her cunt, giving one final, gentle swipe on her clit before helping her to sit up. She felt limp as a rag doll and lay against his chest for a minute, just breathing as he stroked her back and murmured love words to her.
He helped her down from the counter when Clayton returned with the steaks and said, “They’re ready. Was your snack good?”
“Perfect,” Chance replied with a happy groan. His cock was hard as a rock from the looks of it, and Clayton’s was in a similar condition.
They made up their plates and sat at the table. Hot arousal stirred inside Lydia when she looked in their lustful eyes and knew the evening was just beginning.
Clayton beckoned her to sit on his lap at the table, and they fed her bites from her plate as she reclined in his arms. He parted her legs and alternated between stroking her nipples and fingering her throbbing pussy. At one point he focused his rough fingertip on her clit and very lightly stroked up and down. She curled her arm around his neck and held on to him.
A bolt of heat shot through her at his touch, and she moaned out loud as he persisted in the up-and-down motion. Pulses picked up speed in her swelling cunt, and she rocked with abandon on his lap as he brought her to orgasm with only one finger on her clit. He curled that finger into her cunt and stroked inside her as well as on her throbbing bud as she rode each pulsing wave. When he drew his hand back it was wet with her cream, which he licked from his fingers like it was dessert.
When she was able to speak, Lydia said, “Thank you, Clayton. You make me feel so…”
“What, Lydi?” he asked, genuinely curious.
“Wild. Free. You both make me feel that way.”
Clayton kissed her and said, “I love you, Lydi. Making you feel good is what this weekend is all about.”
Chance said, “I love you, too, baby. You own me, heart and soul.” He lifted her hand and kissed her knuckles.
With the meal finally over, Clayton helped her from his lap and said, “Know what I want you to do, Lydi?”
“What, cowboy?”
“I put the cushions out on the deck furniture. Pick one and lay down.”
She nodded as a tremendous thrill rushed through her. Slowly, she turned and opened the front door. The setting sun cast everything in a golden light, and warm air rushed over her, but she was too excited to notice the fading evening heat.
Stepping out barefoot on the deck, she walked down to the group
Clayton carried a handled bag in his hand, and she was pleased to note that he had done a little shopping at Discretion, too. She appreciated very much that she was loved by two men comfortable enough with themselves to shop in a boutique like that.
Clayton placed the bag on a table out of her reach and then stood beside her. She looked up at him feeling such longing that her heart palpitated with it. His cock was extremely swollen inside his blue jeans, and she hoped that soon he’d take them off.
Chance stood on the other side of the lounge chair, and he was in a similar condition.
She sat up and said, “Can I?” as she feathered her fingertips along both Clayton’s and Chance’s hardened lengths simultaneously.
Clayton shook his head and said, “Not yet, Lydi. Right now I want you to scoot down and lay back. Bring the pillow with you, honey. We want you to be comfortable.”
Chance and Clayton guided her so that her ass was near the bottom edge of the chair. Her cunt was pulsing with excitement by the time Clayton knelt down between her legs and smiled devilishly at her.
Chance caught her attention when he knelt next to her and kissed her lips as he stroked callused fingertips over her breasts and then kissed them before he started teasing her nipples.
Lydia shuddered as a delicious tremor passed through her when Clayton’s hot mouth finally made contact. He licked her slit up one side then the other. Teasingly, he laved her opening and then dragged his tongue in a heavy stroke over her clit, which now throbbed like crazy. Over and over, he stroked her and then gradually began caressing her with his fingertips as well. His leisurely petting was driving her to sensual distraction, and her hips moved in a rhythmic motion all their own to meet his mouth and his fingers.
“Do you want to suck Chance’s cock, Lydi?”
“Yes.”
“I’ll bet he’d like that,” Clayton said then continued to lick her pussy.
Chance released his belt buckle and undid his fly. His cock sprang free, and she smiled when she realized he’d gone commando today.
Chance smiled when she noticed and said, “Easier access for you, baby.”
“Definitely. Come here, handsome.” She propped herself on her elbows and angled her upper body toward Chance so she could reach him.
What Clayton was doing felt so good, and she wanted to do more than just take from them right now. She licked the broad, purple head and then sucked him into her mouth.
“Damn, baby. You’ve got a hot, little mouth.”
She wriggled closer to take more of him, her head at the perfect height on the pillow. Clayton placed a steadying hand on her abdomen and continued to play with her pussy. By now she was praying he would finger her or do something to take the stimulation to the next level. He kept petting and licking, so she kept sucking. Eventually, she settled into his rhythm and used the same slow strokes on Chance’s cock as Clayton was using on her pussy.
“You’re killin’ me, baby. It’s so good,” Chance said with a hiss as he continued to stroke and tease her breasts and nipples. Her pussy and her breasts felt swollen and in need.
She released Chance’s cock from her mouth and pleaded, “Please, Clayton.”
Clayton stood up at her words and licked his lips as he undressed. She giggled when she saw he was commando also. He smiled playfully and crooked his finger at her as he sat in the other lounge chair and lay back. When she would have straddled his hips facing him, he stopped her and had her climb onto the chair facing away from him, straddling only his right thigh. He stroked her hips as she settled on him and said, “Move back just a bit more.”
He helped her into position and fit his cock to her slippery opening and slid inside. The position felt odd, and she was afraid she might accidentally kick him until he moved her left foot under his thigh and out of their way.
“This position is different to you, Lydi, but I want you to experiment with it. You can lean forward and rub your clit against my thigh or finger yourself, while Chance and I watch you.”
His words inflamed her as she realized they were indeed lying back, doing just that. She contemplated stopping and insisting on a more familiar position, but this was her hedonistic weekend and she wanted to try everything they had to offer.
She arched her back and ground her pussy against him, and Clayton groaned. She smiled and swiveled her hips and began rocking in a motion that she chose, at the rhythm she set. Groaning as fresh moisture bathed his cock inside her, she discovered the power this position afforded her. She heard the snap of the lubricant bottle and groaned when she felt his fingertips at her asshole.
Chance said, “Can I have your ass after Clayton is done, baby?” His voice was thick with arousal, and her body responded with a telltale quiver.
“Fuck, yeah. That felt like a definite ‘yes’ from Lydi.” Clayton eased the lube around her asshole, and his thumb pressed against her as she fucked him. The pressure and utter naughtiness of what he was doing propelled the lust driving her to a whole new level.
“She’s so tight, Chance. You’ll have to be careful and slow but it’s worth the extra time.”
She sat up and began pumping up and down on his cock. Clayton gladly provided when she reached back for a bit of the lube on her finger and began stroking her clit.
“Oh, Clayton, you feel so good inside me!” She grasped his leg and concentrated on riding his cock. A rasping groan came from Chance who was still reclining in the other lounger beside them. Clayton growled as he caressed her lower back, and knowing that he watched her ride him drove her wild. She strummed her clit, and her orgasm hit in wave upon gripping wave of pleasure. “Oh, yes!”
He moved with her but didn’t come just then. When she was done, he helped her off of him and had her move to her hands and knees on the sturdy lounge chair. When she was where he wanted her, he knelt behind her and fed his cock into her even more slippery pussy. He reached around for her clit and stroked it with each hard thrust of his cock until she clenched on him, cried out, and came again.
A howl burst from Clayton as he wrapped his arms tightly around her and drove home several more times. He finally stilled, and she felt each pulse of his cock inside her as he filled her pussy with his cum. She wanted every drop of it. He pulled from her and then took a moment to caress her slick pussy.
Incredibly, she only felt ready for more as she caught her breath. Wild lust and desire raged in her blood, and she wasn’t going to be satisfied until she’d had them both. Chance helped her rise and kissed her when she wrapped her arms around his waist. He’d taken the time to remove his clothes, and his fit, tanned body was illuminated by the fading rays of the sun as it slipped beyond the horizon. Chance sat her back on the other lounge chair and knelt between her thighs, positioning her so that each of her ankles rested on his shoulders. He used gentle fingers to spread her pussy lips and teased her opening with his cock, giving her only shallow thrusts until her pussy clenched with need.
“Chance, please fuck me!”
He wrapped his arms around her thighs and slid deep with one powerful thrust. Her hips flexed as he fucked her with rapid, firm strokes. Her breasts bobbed with each thrust, and that made her nipples even more sensitive. She looked over at Clayton, and he grinned lazily at her as he watched Chance fuck her.
She turned back to Chance and groaned in delight when he grasped her ankles and slowed his thrusts. He spread her legs wide and watched as his cock slid in and out. Clayton handed her a bullet vibrator, a new toy, and said, “He has his hands full, but he won’t mind if you use that.” Lydia switched it on and slid the small vibrator through her slit. Her back arched with the first stroke to her pussy, and she stroked around her clit with it. The swirling vibration added to the stimulation of his big cock inside her. Her pussy convulsed rapturously over and over until she switched the vibrator off and her arms flopped bonelessly to the cushion.
Chance smiled down at her and positioned his still-rock-hard cock at her anal opening as he held up her left thigh. She marveled at the staying power these two men had as he pressed his cock to her tight asshole.
“Relax for me, baby,” he murmured as he stroked around her opening.
Her asshole resisted at first but gave in with more ease than the first time. Gradually the head of his cock slid inside her, and she panted softly at the invasion. The nerve endings in her asshole were alive with fiery tingles as he slid in a bit more, and she moaned at the completely conquered feeling his cock in her ass inspired. She was his. She was Clayton’s. She belonged to them both, and they belonged to her. The last resistance faded with that thought and his cock slid home as he groaned deeply.
“Yes.”
Once again, he grasped her ankles and spread her legs wide as he pulled out a bit and then thrust back in. She arched against him with every stroke. Remembering the vibrator, she switched it on and pressed it to her opening. Her core convulsed and tightened down like a spring being wound too tightly. Each thrust brought her closer and closer to what she knew would be an explosive climax. The tension grew to almost painful proportions and a split second later she screamed as the mother of all orgasms struck her like a bolt of lightning. Her pussy and ass clenched spasmodically with wave upon wave of powerful contractions until she saw stars.
Chance cried out as his climax hit him, and he thrust several more times before finally stilling. His breath came in great, heaving gasps, and he adjusted his hold on her, so her legs were now relaxed over his forearms. She stroked his hips as she caught her breath. Crickets were chirping and singing, and she was awestruck as fireflies twinkled around the lake.
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