by J. L. Beck
“Logan… He’s coming…” She panted and I could hear the fear in her voice. The thought of being caught scared her.
“No baby, you are.” I purred into her ear just as her pussy tightened around my fingers, her entire body convulsed as she came, her warm juices coating my palm with her sweet musky scent.
I inhaled through my nostrils taking in her scent one last time before releasing her pulling my hand out of her panties, and putting the two fingers I had inside her moments ago right into my mouth.
She turned around and I noticed then that her eyes were sleepy, but filled with excitement as she watched me suck her juices off of my fingers, her salty taste lingering on my tongue long after I swallowed every sweet drop of her release.
“Next time, I’m going to fuck you, and you’re going to scream my name so loud that everyone will know the man that’s meeting your every need is me.” I forced myself to step away from her and out of the tiny little shed before I did something crazy like rip every shred of her clothing away and bury myself to the hilt in her pure pussy. My eyes collided with Luke’s across the lawn, that know it all smirk forming on his face once again.
I couldn’t lie and say he was wrong. Her pussy was way too tight to have been taken by another man, hell my two fingers barely fit.
Yeah, I was a bastard for taking from her, but I gave her a release. I gave her passion, and rawness. She had no idea just what I had in store for her.
Chapter Three
Isabella
My body hummed and lightning flashed before my eyes as I fell apart in Logan’s arms. His fingers played magically against my clit and pussy as if I was an instrument that was to be played.
When he pulled his fingers from my pussy I felt lost and cold inside, that is until I watched him lap up my release off his fingers. He sucked them until there was nothing left, and not a single drop of juice remained.
Fire filled my belly, the desire to let him take me right here with his brother watching was all consuming. I needed him like I needed air, and I didn’t even know him. Not in the least bit. But I would get to know him, inside and out, because what had just occurred between us a moment ago would happen again.
He already announced that by staking claim on my virginity. Knowing that our lips wouldn’t be touching and his hands wouldn’t be drifting at least for a few more hours I walked slowly across the yard and into the house grabbing my Kindle off the kitchen counter.
I would read, or at least try to, while they worked. I plopped down in one of the patio chairs and turned my Kindle on. My eyes wandered across the yard to where Logan painted the drab colored fence with a new red stain while Luke removed the old wooden boards that looked like they were about a second from falling over.
What are you doing Isabella? The thought hit me out of nowhere. What was I doing? Letting an older man rock my world like not even I myself could. Having them come over here and work without telling my mother, she was going to kill me and it was only going to get worse once we received the bill from them.
“Fuck…” I bent over holding my head between my legs. Maybe I could work something out with them so they would let the payment go. My eyes met Logan’s across the lawn. He was staring at me, watching me. There was a possessiveness to the way he looked at me and I loved it. It made me want him more.
“Isabella Rodriguez, what is going on here!?” I hadn’t heard my mother pull into the driveway or open the front door. I was so distracted by Logan that anything other than him slipped my mind.
“Mom!” I rushed from the patio chair, meeting her at the sliding glass doors. “I uhh, have a surprise for you? At least it would’ve been had you not shown up out of the blue. I asked the twins if they would come over and fix the fence for you.” She looked angrily at the twins and then me, or at least I was sure she was looking at them.
“Isabella, I do not have money to pay for services like this. It’s very thoughtful, sweetheart, but you and I could’ve easily done this on one of my days off.” Irritation was rolling off of her in waves and my pulse sped up at the thought of her telling them before I could.
“It’s…. It’s okay Mom. I asked them if they could donate their time. They were so thankful for a cool drink yesterday that they had no problem helping remove a couple boards and paint the fence.” I smiled, lying through my teeth. I wanted to feel bad for doing so, but couldn’t.
Not when the one reason to tell a white lie was currently in my back yard, shirtless, staining my fence.
“Isabella.” My mother’s Spanish accent grew thick as she started sputtering off in gibberish, which basically meant she was pissed off about it but that she would let it slide. Which made me jump for joy because I could tell the twins on my own terms what was going on without my mother here to make a big scene.
“Since you invited them here, make them lunch. It would be the nice thing to do.” I knew I would be dealing with a pissy mother for a couple of days but it would be worth it, eventually. After I got Logan between my legs again.
As fast as my mother came, she was gone, having to get back to the hospital where she was doing a double shift as a nurse.
I gave her a hug goodbye and pulled out the lunchmeat, cheese, lettuce, mayo, and tomato from the fridge. Then I grabbed the loaf of bread on the counter and started making sandwiches. I made two each for Logan and Luke and then one for myself. Grabbing two bottles of water, and then the sandwiches, which I had placed in Ziploc bags, I made my way into the back yard.
Luke was the first to turn around. Sweat trickled down his chest and though I didn’t want him as badly as I wanted his brother, I knew Luke would be just as satisfying in bed as Logan would.
“I come bearing gifts.” I greeted, handing them each a Ziploc bag and water bottle. Logan didn’t say anything, he just stared at me, his eyes eating through my clothing and into the deep confines of my chest.
“Well, that’s different, because usually when I come, it’s me who is bearing the gifts but…” Luke was cut off Logan’s robust voice chiming in over his. “Eat your food and be done with it, bro.”
I could tell from the look in Logan’s eyes that something was bothering him; I just didn’t have the courage to ask him what it was yet.
“Thank you for the food. I see your mother stopped by.” Sweat formed against my palms. He noticed, fuck.
“Yes she did. She said you guys were doing a really good job and she couldn’t wait to see the finished product.” Nervousness thickened in my belly, my pulse spiking because I could tell he knew I was lying.
Luke raised an eyebrow at me, “She sounded awfully mad for a second, though. What was that all about?” He didn’t seem too eager, or really that interested in knowing the answer. It was more him mentioning something that he noticed.
“Oh that, she was just upset with something that took place at work. I was just talking her off that cliff that parents get on sometimes.” I laughed, but it was fake, and I was pretty sure they both could see right through it.
“Hmmm….” Logan started, just as Luke turned around twisting the cap off his water bottle and downing the liquid. “Lying isn’t a very good thing to do, Isabella. In fact, it makes my hand a bit twitchy…”
Oh, fuck. My pussy clenched and my body hummed with need. The fire he had started in my belly earlier reignited the flame slowly resurfacing.
“Lying? Me. Never.” I cooed. Logan grinned from ear to ear.
“Oh you’re lying, and both Luke and I know it. The problem is we don’t know what it is that you’re lying about.” I wasn’t afraid, not of Logan. I knew he wouldn’t hurt me. There was something about him that promised pleasure and nothing else.
“Well, I guess you’ll have to take me over your knee then to find out, huh?” I taunted, wanting him to spank my ass until it was cherry red. Yeah, I was a virgin but I wasn’t a nun. I knew what I liked and didn’t like, and I had done nearly everything other than fuck. I was just saving it for the perfect time, and the perfect man,
or men.
“Oh, you want your ass spanked now do, ya?” Luke chimed in this time, a wicked glint of pleasure in his eyes. The heat of the sun baked against my neck, and my body grew hotter with every passing second.
I nodded my head yes, unable to speak.
Luke licked his lips as if he was ready to take me across his knee right this second. Logan, on the other hand, looked like he would rather fuck me instead.
“Tomorrow, pretty girl. We have some work that needs to be finished here and then another job to do after this, but tomorro, that cunt of yours is mine. Do you understand?” Logan demanded.
“Yes, sir.” I wasn’t sure where the sir part came from but I read it in one of my erotic novels so I knew men liked to be called sir and master sometimes. If I was being honest though this rivaled anything I had ever read. Nothing got me hotter, or my heart beating faster than these two men. One of which I was certain I was developing a crush on.
“Good, now go sit back down on the patio chair and play on that tablet of yours while you watch us work. It’ll give you something to flick the bean to later tonight when you’re thinking about us.” Luke smirked, crinkling the water bottle in his hand, the pleasure filled glint still in his deep brown eyes.
Reluctantly, I did as I was told, taking my ass back to the chair where I watched them remove every board that was bad from the fence. As afternoon turned to evening and the time came for them to leave, a cold void formed in my chest. It had only been one day with them, one day of pleasure and I hadn’t had nearly enough. I needed more time with them.
I needed their hands on me more, and both of them to kiss me and possess me like a woman should truly be possessed.
“See you tomorrow sweetheart,” Logan whispered as he left the house. I could tell it was hard for him to do so, his body shaking with the need to be close to me. Still, he left, him and his brother getting into their truck and leaving.
“Fuck….” I muttered to myself, shucking my yoga pants just as they pulled from the curb. The only way I knew how to keep the feeling alive was to evoke it from myself so I slipped my hand into my panties and brought myself to orgasm, over and over again, until I was to tired to keep my eyes open and my muscles ached and just as my eyes drifted closed, an image of Logan and Luke both stroking their stiff cocks appeared before me. A smile pulled at my lips before I fell into a deep restful sleep.
Chapter Four
Logan
I spent the majority of the night held up in my bedroom with a six-pack of beer trying to get the dirty little Isabella out of my mind. Except every time my eyes closed even for a second, her face was there, and the memory of her moans of pleasure from earlier in the day were there as well, and it only got worse once I went to sleep. I was eager as hell to get over to her house and spank her ass for lying to me and I was calling my brother in for help. Whatever happened between Isabella and her mom yesterday wasn’t good and I had a feeling it had something to do with Luke and I being there.
I showered and dressed in record time, my body burning to touch her once again and maybe this time Luke would get to play a little bit. I wouldn’t ever admit it out loud, but I was possessive of Isabella. Every breath she took I felt was mine and every single drop of pleasure she received I wanted it to be at my hand, not at Luke’s or some other asshole’s but at mine.
“In the truck we go…” Luke snickered, knowing just how eager I was to get back to her. Maybe I would find a way to get her back to the house. As I gazed out the passenger window, I contemplated the idea of actually having more than just sex with her. Was that even something I could do? I was best known for my bachelor ways and refused to be tied down to one woman, but Isabella stirred something in me. She made the blood in my veins boil, and her touch alone melted away any coldness that tried to settle over my heart.
“I know you said you want her cherry bro, but I’m spanking the fuck out of her today. Right across the long sofa in her living room.” Just hearing Luke talk about spanking Isabella turned me on. I was past fixing the fence or the money that we would get from doing the job. It was all about her and my desire to possess her body, and not even I could lie to myself about what this really was about.
“I’m watching. I want to see her pink ass cheeks and hear her moans of pleasure with every smack of your hand. ” I clenched my fists in my lap a conflict rising deep inside my chest. I wanted Luke to possess her body too, but I wanted her to only want me and as selfish as that maybe was, I knew I would lose it if I found out she wanted Luke too.
“You can watch brother, but you can’t touch. Not this time. This time she’s mine to devour.” The sinister look in his eyes made my heart thud loudly in my ears. I hadn’t told him I touched her pure pussy yet, but I was positive he knew. I mean, we both did come out of the shed together and he knew I wouldn’t have just been pussyfooting around. I was a man, and I always dove head first into everything. I wanted Isabella, so claiming her would be nothing but a goal, and I always met my goals. When we pulled up to the curb across the street from her house, I noticed she was standing in front of the bay window again.
Watching. Waiting. And, dare I say, wanting? Did she fantasize about me like I did her? Maybe I would ask her.
Before I even realized it, my feet were carrying me from the truck and up the sidewalk to the front door of her house. She stood before us with a look of sadness in her eyes.
“What’s a matter sunshine, don’t want to take your spankings today?” Luke taunted, tilting his head at her. She bit her bottom lip in worry. Did she have something to say?
“You can’t be here today… I… I lied.” She stumbled over her words like a child that was afraid of telling the truth. Luke and I looked at each other trying to figure out what the hell it was that she was talking about. What did she mean we couldn’t be here? We had a job to do, aside from trying to get into her panties.
“And why is that, Isabella?” I questioned, leaning into her body. She took a step back as if she was afraid of me. Didn’t she know I would never hurt her, physically? That I would only bring her pleasure that bordered on pain and pleasure?
“I lied. I wanted to see you guys again… I wanted you….” She looked up at me, her innocent doe eyes seeing right through me.
Understanding formed on Luke’s face and I followed shortly after. Isabella’s features reflected the real emotions she was feeling. As we crossed the threshold into the house and closed the door, Luke started to speak.
“Your mom didn’t really need work done, did she?” Luke’s voice was calm and cool. Isabella looked up at me and shook her head no, her teeth still worrying on her bottom lip.
“Well the work has already started sweetheart, and if she didn’t really need the work done then that means she has no intention of paying us… and you know what that means don’t you…?” I could practically see Isabella’s pulse jump in her throat. I would never lay a hand on her perfect olive skin, but I would show no mercy to her pussy as I made her fall apart around me.
“I’m sure we can work something out…” Her voice didn’t wobble with fear at the thought of what might occur, instead a spark of excitement showed in her eyes. That spark then lit my sexually frustrated fuse, pushing me over the edge. I wanted her so badly it almost hurt. The need to have her was so overwhelming it almost brought me to my knees.
“I know exactly how you can pay off all the work we’ve done so far.” I leaned into her body her sweet pure scent filling my nostrils. I could practically see the need for my cock rolling off of her and slamming into me like waves breaking against the ocean.
“Whatever you want… Just please don’t tell my mom. I wanted to see you again, but I also wanted to do something nice for her. I promise I’ll do whatever you want me to. I’ll repay you. ” Her long brown eyelashes fanned against her cheek, the disappointment she had in herself reflected in her features.
I cupped her chin in my hand, as she looked up at me like I held the entire world in my fucking ha
nds.
“I want you, and I want that pure pussy of yours squeezing my cock so tightly I come.” I made sure she understood exactly what it was that I was asking of her, because once I touched her again there would be no stopping me until her sweet cunt was filled with my cum and my name had fallen from her swollen lips half a million times.
“And I want your ass….” Luke grinned from ear to ear. Isabella looked at me and then to Luke a smidge of fear emerging in her eyes.
“He won’t hurt you. I won’t let him. He just wants you as badly as I do, and why have one of us when you can have both?” I titled my head as I spoke.
“Okay… Where… Do you want me?” Isabella asked batting her eyes at me continuing on with her shy, innocent act. She was sweet as pie, and yeah her pussy was pure as fuck, but was she? I didn’t think so. I was positive she was doing a whole lot more than playing games on that little tablet of hers. Maybe she was jotting down all her fantasies, and hopefully, they all included me.
“I get you first sweetie, and I want you bent over the couch right over there. Shimmy out of your thong, and flip the back of that beautiful dress up. That plump ass of yours is going to get spanked.” My teeth ground together as I watched Isabella do as she was told. She strutted over to the couch, bent over, and removed her black lace thong. My cock grew stiff in my jeans, and my belly filled with butterflies.
I wanted to be enraged with Luke, but I was too turned on. Her pink pussy was glistening with juices, and my tongue begged me to lap them up as she bent further over the couch.
“Does this turn you on, Isabella?” Luke questioned her his voice, deep and raspy as he leaned over her body, his hands skimming down her back and onto her ass. Jealousy flooded my body and my emotions. I clenched my fists tightly, as I watched him lift a hand into the air and bring it down onto her right ass cheek.