by Lynn Stark
“Well, cowboy, are you just going to stand there all night?” Ellen teased, pivoting to walk around the bed. She turned back the covers, pulling them to the foot.
Blinking, Chance felt his face heat up. He still had his boots and slacks on. Seeing her strip had turned his brain off. Sitting down on the edge of the bed, he pulled off his boots before standing and removing off his jeans and underwear.
When Ellen kneeled in front of Chance, he determined she was trying to kill him. His heart pounded in his chest as she wrapped her slender fingers around the base of his cock, angling the head toward her mouth. He watched as her lips parted. The tip of her tongue slid out to flick at the tiny slit where pre-cum was leaking steadily. Warm breath caressed his skin. The world closed in until there was nothing but Ellen’s mouth and his cock. She took the head into the wet heat of her mouth, over her tongue, slowly sliding along its length until he felt the head hit the back of her throat. The flat of her tongue stroked the underside as she pulled back slightly. Chance’s legs trembled and his balls tightened. His control was slipping fast as he watched her mouth working his flesh with unbelievable skill.
“Stop, I can’t take anymore,” Chance gasped, feeling his balls tightening in warning.
Ellen pulled off him and laughed. She rose to her feet to stand in front of him. They were so close her rigid nipples brushed against his chest. As her fingertips joined her nipples on his chest, tracing his pecs, his nipples, and down to his abdomen, she began to nibble on his chin. Sucking in a sharp breath, Chance placed his hands on the upper curve of her hips, pulling her against him so their lower bodies pressed together. The rigid flesh of his cock imprinted itself on the soft flesh of her belly. Or was it her flesh imprinting itself on his? Either way, Chance wanted to feel more of her. He was glad she wasn’t all bones. He liked something to hold onto, looked forward to stroking and exploring every curve, every dip, from shoulders to toes. Given the time, he would become the next great explorer.
Lowering his head, Chance licked and nibbled on her shoulder, working his way to her neck. Ellen moaned softly as she tipped her head back, giving him access. He licked and sucked on her windpipe.
“Bed,” Chance murmured against her skin. “Now. I need you now.”
“Yes, I need you, too,” Ellen told him, her voice husky with passion. The sound sent shivers of pleasure over his skin. Her hands slid around his waist and downward, to grip the mounds of his ass. “You’re so beautiful, so perfect,” she told him as they turned as one and tumbled onto the bed. Ellen laughed and wrapped her arms around his neck, pulling his head down so her lips could capture his.
In that moment Chance recognized the similarity between Ellen and Kane, as they rolled again until she was above him. They both liked to take charge, to be the dominant when making love. The thrill of this knowledge made his cock throb in anticipation. His mind reeled at the possibilities. Maybe, just maybe, she would be game to wear a strap-on and fuck him in the ass.
All coherent thought left his brain as Ellen moved along his body, straddling Chance’s face to offer her pussy to him. The soft musky scent of her flesh filled his nostrils as he inhaled. His gaze fixed to the triangle of dark hair inches from his face, the dew clinging to the soft curls. Gripping her hips, he guided her lower.
When Chance’s mouth met Ellen’s swollen flesh, he groaned. The tangy taste of it made him quiver with need. The juices of her arousal wetted his lips and flowed over his tongue as it delved between the folds of her sex, lapping at the soft flesh, poking at the entrance to her vagina with the tip. Ellen’s moans reached his ears, encouraging him. It reassured Chance that he was succeeding in pleasuring her. Nuzzling closer, he took the nub of her clitoris between his lips, sucking at him, tugging until her hips began to rock and she pressed herself closer to his mouth, her moans turning into cries, finally screaming his name as she came.
With his cock throbbing against his stomach, his balls tightening, Chance was desperate for release. He wanted to be inside of Ellen before he did so. Pushing at her hips, he indicated he needed her to move. He gave her wet pussy one last kiss before she shifted to his side, collapsing there as he reached over the side of the bed to grab his slacks. It only took seconds to find the three condoms he had brought with him. Ripping the foil of one, he took out the latex disc. He rolled onto his back and prepared to suit up, when it was taken from him. Chance watched as Ellen rolled the condom over the length of his cock.
“I want you on top of me,” Ellen told him, lying back against the pillows.
Grinning, Chance moved to kneel between her long legs. “I can do that.” He stroked her thighs and stared at the hair-covered mound at the apex. He wanted another taste, but that would have to wait. Bending, he kissed a trail from her pussy, over her belly, to her right breast. He kissed and licked the rigid nipple, running his tongue around it, before giving its twin the same attention.
Bracing himself above Ellen on one arm, he guided the head of his cock to the opening of her vagina. A low, agonized moan escaped Chance as he began to penetrate her body. Her heat engulfed him, setting him ablaze. The need to join their bodies together was overwhelming. A single thrust and he was buried deep. A soft cry filled his ear. Sharp nails sank into his back. Shuddering, his control close to shattering, Chance took a deep breath and began to move, gently at first, then with greater force and speed. Ellen was so wet his cock moved easily in and out of her body.
Fingers fisted in his hair, holding his head as Ellen kissed him fiercely, her tongue thrusting into his mouth. Her body began to undulate beneath his, hips rising and falling, pelvises grinding, the friction driving Chance crazy. Their bodies burned every place they met. Hot flames licked along his skin as he felt his orgasm approaching. He wanted Ellen to come first. He wanted her to achieve her own satisfaction.
Leaning on an elbow, never breaking the steady pounding rhythm of his thrusts, Chance reached between them, seeking out Ellen’s clit. When he did so he pinched it gently and pulled. Powerful shudders racked Ellen’s body before her body went taut and arched beneath his, nearly bucking Chance off. He swallowed her scream and followed her over the edge and into the abyss, pleasure swirling around him in dizzying colors and intense sensations.
When Chance was able to, he rolled to the bed beside Ellen. They lay there side by side, panting hard, unmoving. Chance stared at the ceiling in disbelief. Making love to Ellen was incredible, no less so than making love with Kane and Chase. Slender fingers found his on the bed. He gave them a gentle squeeze and turned his head to look at her.
They grinned at one another and laughed.
“I’d say we should do that again,” Ellen told him, “but I can’t move.”
“Me either,” Chance agreed. He looked at the ceiling again. His stomach grumbled loudly. “I guess I worked up an appetite.”
“That’s easy enough to take care of. What do you want to eat?”
“A cheeseburger and fried mushrooms.”
“Mm, that does sound good.” She moved enough to crawl over him to reach for the phone on the bedside table.
Chance laughed and caressed Ellen’s ass while she made the call for room service as she was draped across his middle. He was pleased with how comfortable she was with him. There was none of the awkwardness people sometimes experienced after having been intimate. She rolled back to his side and snuggled against him. He held her close, kissing her forehead.
“Want to watch TV?” she asked absently, tracing circles on his stomach.
“Sure.”
It turned out to be a lazy, sexy night. Chance had only ever found the same kind of feelings with Kane and Chase. He was so comfortable with Ellen that he knew she was the woman he would choose for them. Of course, she had to be interested in the same thing, but he held hope she would do so.
They made love twice more before the sun rose over Silver, each time as sizzling hot as the first. Chance was exhausted when he woke up at around eight o’clock. He grinned and go
t out of bed, heading for the luxurious bathroom. He was mid-shower when Ellen joined him. She took the soapy washcloth from him and began to wash his back. He returned the favor when she finished, also washing her long dark hair, something he discovered he enjoyed doing very much.
Breakfast was waiting for them when they left the bathroom. Chance had to admit that he did enjoy the perks of the penthouse. They ate breakfast, dressed, and left the hotel together. There was no sneaking around. No one seemed to give them any special attention as they got in his truck, which was idling on the curb. Another perk. Ellen got in and he closed the door and walked around. A couple of minutes later he was turning the truck into the cottage’s driveway.
Leaning toward Ellen, Chance pressed a kiss to lips still swollen from their night’s activities.
“Thank you, beautiful lady.”
Ellen ran a playful finger along the bridge of Chance’s nose. “No, thank you, hot stuff.”
“Hot stuff?” He laughed. “I like that.”
Laughing with delight, Ellen opened the door and got out before he could do it. She looked at him, giving him a warm smile. “Call me later, if you want.”
Chance nodded. “I’ll do that.”
Ellen closed the truck’s door. He waited until she opened the front door and turned to give him a brief wave.
Knowing Chase and Kane wouldn’t be home, Chance headed to the Silver Edge. They planned to rehearse every morning. Their debut show would be on New Year’s Eve. He smiled as he wondered if he would have enough energy to practice the energetic routine. Maybe he would just watch Chase. Kane would be at work. He hadn’t yet agreed to dance with them. It was something he did occasionally. Although they had chosen to be entertainers once their rodeo careers ended, Kane had decided to become an hotelier. He enjoyed saving the old hotels, the ones with character, or an interesting history. They were usually small, most becoming almost like ghosts as they were overshadowed by bigger, flashier hotels. Kane was determined his hotels would appeal to people wanting a more intimate experience. Basically, Kane had a gift with not only giving people an enjoyable stay within the hotel of their choice, but seeing to it that guests were provided many options to enjoying the area around it, from garden tours, skiing, sporting events, to wine-tasting festivals.
They had met Colt Redford when a hotel had become available a few miles outside of Silver. The hotel was an old Victorian structure, built out on a finger of land stretching into a lake they could actually see from their new house. Of course, that was on a clear, sunny day. The lake was at the far end of the valley. As far as lakes went, it wasn’t that large, but it did provide a beautiful setting for the long-forgotten structure. It had taken a lot of work on Colt’s part, but he had finally convinced the elderly owner to sell the property to Kane.
Kane was thoroughly pleased, too. It was the crowning jewel in his growing operation. Work would begin on the future hotel as soon as the paperwork was finalized, which wouldn’t be much longer. That future work was what Kane was working on today, contacting contractors for bids on everything from the roof to the plumbing.
Dropping his leather duffel on a table in the large dressing room, Chance looked around for a sign that Chase was there yet. Seeing the brown duffel against the wall, he smiled and left the dressing room to go in search of his lover. As he did so, he hoped Kane stopped by when he was able. Chance wasn’t used to being away from them. Sure, Kane had to travel on business regularly. He didn’t leave his businesses to be completely operated by managers. Chance supposed it kept people on their toes, knowing Kane could appear unannounced any time. That didn’t mean Chance had to like it. The three of them were as bonded as any three people could be.
Now Chance hoped Ellen was the woman for them. They hadn’t been looking, very happy with their relationship, but when he and Chase had gone to the ball and seen Ellen, they had both known she was special. Chase had immediately texted Kane. There had been no mistaking what Kane thought, by the expression on his face when he saw her. He thought she was perfect, too.
All thoughts of Ellen left Chance’s head when he found Chase on the stage, bent over and searching through a cardboard box.
“Whoa. Hey, cowboy, anyone ever tell you that you have a nice ass?”
“He does, doesn’t he?” a voice said from behind Chance. Chance spun around to see Ruby Sullivan, the tiny drag queen, sitting on a tall stool, shapely legs crossed and looking particularly delicious in a shimmering tangerine dress. “I’ve been admiring his ass for the better part of half an hour.”
“Hey, Ruby, how’s it hanging?”
Ruby threw back her head and laughed. “It isn’t today. I can’t have any telling bulges ruining the fit of this dress.”
“I guess not.” Chance doubted anyone who didn’t know Ruby Sullivan was also Rory Sullivan would ever guess there was a man’s body under the slinky dress.
Ruby uncrossed her legs and stepped down off the stool, walking elegantly across the stage toward Chance. “I was just talking to Chase about an idea I had last night for the New Year’s Eve show. Chase has given me his opinion. Now I’d like to know what you think, too.”
Chase was standing beside Chance now, an arm around his waist. Chance took a moment to kiss his jaw, wishing they were alone so he could give his lover a proper good morning kiss. “Okay, I’m curious. What’s this idea?”
“I thought we should perform a couple of numbers together. I’ve written some of my own music and lyrics. The CD will be out in a few weeks. I wanted to debut them here, at the club, on New Year’s Eve. Two of them are smoking hot. You dance, I sing. What do you think?”
Grinning, Chance nodded. “It sounds like a fantastic idea to me.” He turned to his partner in so many things. He was grinning, too. “I take it you like the idea?”
“I do. Can you imagine this hot little diva hanging all over us?” Chase winked. “We’re going to be the envy of every man within a hundred miles.”
Ruby giggled and nodded, her fingers stroking the long curl of jet-black hair hanging over her shoulder. “Oh, you are such a charmer. So, we’ll give it a try? See how it goes?”
“Yeah, why don’t we try it now? I think we’ll have enough time to work out a new routine,” Chase said, glancing at Chance. “We’ll keep it simple.”
“And throw a lot of grinding thrusts in to distract people.”
Ruby clapped perfectly manicured hands. “Perfect! Shall we start now?”
“Sure thing.”
Chase was a terrific choreographer. By the time they finished, they had a new routine down perfectly, set to one of Ruby’s songs. Both Chance and Chase enjoyed working with her. She was energetic, creative, and knew how to turn on the sex appeal. Their performance was going to set the Silver Edge on fire, just what Colt Redford expected from the acts he hired.
Ruby gave them each a saucy slap on the ass before she left.
Once they were alone, Chance pushed Chase up against the closest wall. Chance grabbed his lover’s ass, gripping it tightly as he captured Chase’s mouth and thrust his tongue deep, kissing him hungrily until they forced apart by the need to breathe.
“I missed you,” Chase told him, rubbing their noses together as he pressed his erection against Chance’s.
“I was only gone one night,” Chance teased, feeling their connection as he always did. “I know you’ll be going out with Ellen tomorrow night. What am I going to do without you?”
“Kane will keep you occupied. He’s very good at that.”
“Until then,” Chance murmured, reaching between them to stroke Chase’s rigid cock through his jeans. “We have some catching up to do. Let’s get out of here, okay?”
“We’re in a sex club. We can have sex right here,” Chase pointed out, laughing in the way that always made Chance feel good. The guy had a magic laugh.
“True. But I want our bed in our house. I don’t want an audience or interruptions. I need to concentrate.”
“Oh yeah?” Chas
e pushed Chance a little before taking his hand. “Let’s get out of here. It’ll just be you and me. Kane said he won’t get home until late this evening, which sucks, but we’ll keep busy.”
They changed clothes, pulled on their winter gear, grabbed their bags, and headed out, both eager to get home. They had some catching up to do. The harsh winter weather wasn’t helping them as Chase drove like a snail, Chance following in his truck. He chuckled over his lover’s overcautious nature. It took nearly an hour, but they finally reached home, their glass house a welcome sight as they pulled into the garage. Henry pushed through the doggie door from the kitchen to the garage, happy to see his people. He barked excitedly, his tail wagging hard as he greeted each one. Then he was running out of the garage, probably to pee on as much snow as he could. When he came back in, Chance closed the garage door and headed inside.
If he had been hoping for a shower and lovemaking, he was out of luck. It seemed Chase was hungry. He was in the process of heating up tomato soup and assembling cheese sandwiches to grill.
Going up behind Chase at the stove, Chance kissed his neck. “You do know that we’ll fall asleep after we eat and shower.”
“But I’m hungry.”
“You’re always hungry.” Chance kissed Chase again before wandering over to sit down on one of the stools at the large granite island.
He knew there was no point in offering to help Chase with lunch. Chase didn’t like people to be in his way. Henry came over for some more love and with a slobber-covered tennis ball, so Chance settled with playing with the dog until it was time to wash his hands and eat.