In the Company of Men Boxed Set

by Lynn Lorenz

  “I asked for two, but there was only the one left. We can toss for the room or the stable, if you want.” He made to pull a coin from his purse.

  “No need. I’ll take the stable.”

  “Why not just share the room?” Jackson leaned in, his eyes crinkled with mirth. “No one wants to sleep in the hay with the chickens and horses. Especially with your blasted creature, Drake.”

  He knew. I tamped down my fear and tried to judge which way he was leaning, if he would accuse or not, but his mirth was the only thing that was obvious.

  “I don’t mind, Drake, if you don’t,” Ansel said with a shrug of his shoulders.

  “Then it’s settled. You’ll both share the room.” Jackson rose, slapped me on my back, and I nearly spilled my ale. “I’ll see you both in the morning, then.”

  “Aye, in the morning.” I watched him move away. He’d given no sign, so I would count Ansel and myself safe.

  I could no longer wait; I had to know what the young man at the bar had wanted and if they would be meeting later. Had I lost Ansel so soon? Damn, my gut clenched in pain. I had feared his fascination with me couldn’t possibly last and that one day he’d be on his way.

  “Who was that man speaking with you?” I tried to sound as if I didn’t care.

  “A stranger, come to hire on, like us.” He took a sip of his ale.

  “What did he want?”

  “Me.” Ansel’s eyes didn’t shy away from my gaze, but held steady and honest.

  “And will he have you?” My voice was tight in my throat and my heart thudded as I waited for his answer.

  “Never. I told him as much.” Under the table, Ansel shifted his leg, stretched it out, and placed his boot next to mine. Out of everyone’s sight, his leg pressed against mine in reassurance.

  “Did you admit anything?” My thigh pressed back. The comfort of his touch, and my desire for him, astounded me.

  “I, of course, was shocked he’d suggested such a thing, and threatened to have his stones for my dog to eat.” A slow grin spread across his face.

  “I think Jackson knows.” I took a pull from my lager.

  “Does he care?”

  “No, I don’t think so, but he warned me.”

  “He encouraged us to room together tonight.” Ansel frowned and sat back.

  “Aye. He’s over there, in the shadows, watching.”

  “Then, I say, if we share a room, let’s share a whore.” Ansel’s eyebrow raised as his head tilted.

  “Good idea.” I scanned the room. There were several women from which to choose. “The one with the black hair?”

  Ansel scanned the crowd and then smiled. “The redhead. The first girl I ever fucked was redheaded. I was ten and six.” He grinned at me. “She was older, ten and eight.”

  “Oh, aye? How was she?”

  “Red atop and below, and sweet through and through.” He gave a deep laugh and I joined him.

  I caught the woman’s eye, and she sauntered over to our table, hips swinging.

  “My lords. What can I do for you?” She was not small, but not large, full-breasted and round-hipped, with curling red hair the color of fresh carrots.

  “My friend and I are sharing a room for the evening. We’d like you to join us.” I tossed some coins on the table and she eyed them.

  “Two of you, eh?”

  “Aye, at the same time, also,” Ansel added.

  “I’ve done three, my fine lords. But you are both big men, so I’m sure it will feel like four.” She threw back her head, laughed, and her breasts bounced in a most becoming way.

  We stood and took her by the arm, one on each side, and led her up the stairs to the room. Jackson gave me a nod as he watched us climb to our room and when I reached the top, I turned to look, but I saw only his broad back as he left the tavern.

  Chapter Six

  Ansel opened the door and bowed the woman inside. The dog and I followed. I closed and barred the door. She walked to the bed, sat, and bounced. The dog went to a corner, curled up, and went to sleep.

  “Strings nice and tight.” She smiled and licked her lips. “I reckon it’ll hold the three of us.”

  I began to undress, pulling off my boots, but Ansel was faster. He had his boots, breeches, and vest off before I’d undone my strings.

  “Ready, are you?” I asked him.

  “Oh, aye, ready enough.” With another quick move, his shirt and trews dropped to the floor, exposing his long, red-brown cock, jutting straight in front of him. The whore’s eyes widened, and she began to undress much quicker.

  He strode to the bed before she had her shift over her head and yanked it the rest of the way off. She laughed and jumped back on the bed, her arms open, inviting him to her.

  Losing the last of my clothes, I sat on the chair to watch. Ansel was a glorious creature, lean, muscled, and his skin had the natural glow of health. I knew its smoothness, its texture and taste, like I knew every inch of my hand. I’d spent the last few days memorizing his body.

  She spread her legs, exposing her red curls. Pink nipples topped her full breasts, and Ansel took one in his hands, thumbing its peak to hardness. His other hand plunged between her legs, dipping his fingers into her wetness.

  Her back arched as she thrust her cunt at his probing hand and groaned. He glanced at me and gave a wicked smile.

  I touched myself in long, lazy strokes as I watched him. Gods, his rod was beautiful, and my mouth watered for want of it. I’d never taken him by mouth, but tonight I craved it.

  He positioned himself, pointing the tip of his cock at her opening, and rubbed it against her. She gasped and her hips bucked.

  “Fuck me,” she begged him, but he continued to rub her.

  “She’s dripping for me, Drake. It’s beautiful, look at it.” He jerked his head at me to come closer.

  Afraid I’d touch him if I got too close, I moved to the bed and sat on the edge. I could see between her legs, and he parted her lips to show me her glistening flower.

  Then, he bent his head and I watched as his tongue darted out to lick her. She grabbed the covers in her fists and rose off the bed with a cry. Ansel lapped her as a dog laps water, with long, regular strokes, his tongue plunging into her cunt, then dragging upward to the very tip of her slit.

  “Join me.” He moved to the side to make room for me, latched onto her breast, and suckled her, his hand squeezing the full flesh up to his mouth.

  I took his place between her legs and parted her with my fingers. Delving inside her cunt, my finger met her heat and honey. Gods, she was tight and hot and wet, and I lowered my mouth to tongue her.

  She cried out as Ansel sucked her breast and I sucked her hard nub. My finger felt her tighten and she began panting, her head thrashing from side to side, and I knew with a little effort I could make her release.

  I took her nub in my teeth, sucked hard, and fucked her with my finger as my other hand kneaded her soft belly. With a huge groan, her body stiffened, and I felt her cunt squeezing me.

  She collapsed back to the bed, panting, crying, and mumbling “Gods” over and over. I don’t think she’d ever felt that before, because when she raised her head, there were tears streaming down her face.

  Ansel was sitting back on his heels, watching me. I wanted him and I could tell he wanted me, but for now we would restrain ourselves.

  “Fuck her, pup.” I retreated to the edge of the bed, and he took my place.

  I was close enough to watch as his rod entered her, and he drove in and out of her in a slow, steady pace, her honey covering his beautiful cock. I wanted to lick it off, then suck him until he exploded, but for now, I was denied such pleasure. I watched his ass as it moved, his thighs as their muscles worked, his feet push against the bed as he fucked her. I stroked myself, matching his rhythm, imagining fucking him.

  The whore watched me. The hunger in my eyes must have given me away, because she glanced up at Ansel and pointed to me.

  “Your friend is
left out.”

  He turned his head to me and gave me a wink. Pulling out, he sat back on his heels.

  “Here, Drake, sit against the wall.”

  She moved lower in the bed and I climbed over her and sat with my back to the wall at the top of the bed. My shaft stood ready as I spread my legs. I stroked it, keeping it hard as she turned over and crawled to me. Taking my cock in her hand, she began to lick it. Her tongue roved over the tip, down the sides, and under the ridge of the head.

  Ansel pulled her ass in the air and drove into her. As he fucked her, I could feel her body rocking with each thrust. Her head was down as she sucked me, but my eyes were on Ansel and his on me. He lifted his hand from her hip, put his finger in his mouth to gather his spit, and slipped it into her ass. Chestnut hair fell forward over his face, his lips parted as he panted, and I fought to keep from spilling at the sight of him.

  As he fucked her with his rod and his finger, his eyes told me he wanted to be fucking me this way. I’d never allowed him to even put his finger in my ass and he’d never asked, but now I could see the asking in his brilliant blue eyes.

  I knew before the morning, I would let him take me.

  Our stares locked over the back of the whore. I twisted my fingers in her long red hair and, holding her down on my cock bedded deep in her throat, I let go with a roar, shooting hot cream into her mouth, muffling her moan. Ansel exploded inside her with an answering roar. His body went rigid as his seed pumped into her cunt, and together, from each end, we filled her.

  Exhausted, six legs, six arms, and three bodies collapsed back to the bed. Ansel rolled off to the side, and the whore lay atop me.

  “Damn,” I said.

  “Damn,” the whore said with a great exhale of breath.

  “Damn.” Ansel shook his head as if to clear it and his damp locks flew all around, throwing off his sweat. A few beads landed on my chest, and I reached up to rub it into my skin.

  While her eyes were closed, Ansel traced his lips with his tongue, tempting me. I moved my hand to my nipple and plucked at it and his eyes narrowed.

  He wanted me. Power lived in that knowledge, and I felt it surge in me.

  She pushed herself up on her arms, stared at me, and blew her breath up to move a twisted lock of red hair from her face.

  “What you did to me? What I felt?” Her breath was still ragged as she tried to speak.

  “Aye.” I couldn’t help but smile.

  “Is that what you fellows feel when you shoot off?” She brushed the rest of her hair from her face.

  “Aye.”

  “Every time?”

  “Aye.” I nodded.

  She seemed to be thinking, then she gave a nod.

  “Thank you, my lord, for giving that gift to me.”

  “You’re most welcome.” I tilted my head to her.

  Ansel sat back on the edge of the bed. He bent over and handed her the shift she’d worn. She wiped herself off and slipped it on.

  Crawling off the bed, she straightened the gown around her, put her hands on her hips and smiled at us.

  “If you’re around tomorrow night, see me. I might pay you, if you can make that happen again.”

  “I can make it happen every time.” I didn’t hide my pride in my skill. Ansel smirked at me.

  He got up and followed her to the door. She gave him a kiss on his cheek, and he let her out, then dropped the bar across the door.

  When he turned back to me, his smile was soft and his eyes hungry.

  “We must be quiet,” he said as he strode toward me.

  His cock stiffened, and his stare pinned me where I sat.

  Chapter Seven

  Sitting against the wall, I watched as he came to the bed, lowered himself to it, and crawled to me on his hands and knees. When his face neared mine, he was astride me on all fours, his knees between my spread legs, our bodies still not touching. He leaned forward to kiss me.

  His mouth clamped over mine, pinning my head against the wall; our lips parted and his tongue plundered my mouth. Still we didn’t touch. His teeth caught my lip and pulled; it felt so good, I wanted more. More pain, more pleasure, more Ansel.

  Unable to stand it any longer, I reached up and pulled him to me. We slid down to lie flat on the bed, our bodies touching at last, skin to skin, our cocks trapped between us, as our hands roved, reaffirming what we’d both known. The feel of us together was right.

  Ansel slid off me; I rolled to my side and held him in my arms. Looking down into his face, I kissed him with all the tenderness I felt for him. My hands stroked his chest, over his belly, to his hard cock. Tonight would be for Ansel.

  I took his cock in my hand and stroked it, feeling the softness of his skin, the hardness of his rod. My thumb rubbed the tip, played over the head, ran around the rim, and fingered the thick gathering of sensitive skin on its underside.

  He gasped; his hips arched toward me, and his hands clutched my shoulders. I kissed him again, then began my journey, from lips to chin, throat to shoulder, arriving at his chest. Lingering on his nipples, I gave each small, dark circle proper attention, then moved on, my lips traveling down his stomach, tongue dragging, delving into his navel, then following the trail of fine hair downward, only to stop at his dark curls.

  Ansel’s body writhed beneath my tongue. My hand continued to pump him, and his quiet moans were for my ears only. So soft, they went straight from my hearing to my cock, further hardening it as it pressed against his side.

  Now, his magnificent, red-brown rod, thick and long, was all I could see. As I pulled it toward me, he hissed and his shoulders arched off the bed.

  “What are you doing?” His harsh whisper tore at my ear.

  I didn’t answer with words, but with my tongue, running it over the tip, under the ridge, and down the sides of him. I will never forget the way he tasted, sweet like summer grass, salty like the hot spring, and musky like deep forest, and it went straight to my sac, tightening it.

  When I took him fully into my mouth, his body rose off the bed, suspended there, then slowly collapsed back to lie quivering beneath me. I sucked him, licked him, bit the ridge, tongued his stones, and then sucked them into my mouth, all the while driving him mad with pleasure. He thrashed, his lips clamped tight against his moans, his hips thrusting, his heels digging into the bed, every muscle of his body straining as I pleasured him.

  “Drake! I’m close.” I know he meant it as a warning; I took it as an entreaty to go on, press harder, suck longer, to make him explode. I would taste him and nothing would stop me.

  I renewed my efforts, and his hands wrapped in my hair, pulling me down, as his hips jerked up and down, fucking me in my mouth, until he bit back a yell and spilled.

  The first shot of salty cream hit the back of my throat, and I nearly choked, but swallowed it. From somewhere far away, I heard his hoarse whisper of my name over and over and over. The next load came quick and hard, and I took it. Words stopped, but his moan continued. I was sucking now, in rhythm with his spurting, taking it all, until, with a final shudder, he stopped all motion and sound.

  Ansel lay limp and panting as I released his cock from my mouth. I sat back and our eyes met. His chestnut hair lay damp on his forehead, his eyes, once so blue, were dark as night, his lips full and wet. Gods, he was beautiful. I stretched out next to him, resting my hand on his chest. His hand covered mine and we dozed.

  I woke before dawn. The room was darker, the candle had burned down, yet the flame still flickered. Ansel, still in my arms, slept on. I pulled him closer and kissed him awake.

  He stretched, and I rolled onto my stomach. His hand stroked my shoulder and traveled to the small of my back, fingertips making small circles on my skin, sending pricks of light dancing behind my closed eyes.

  He caressed my ass, first one side, then the other, his fingers passing, but not invading my cleft. I bent my knee and brought my leg to the side, offering myself. His hand swept close, his fingers just delving between,
to test me. I lay quiet, eyes closed, as he deepened his exploration, enjoying his quiet touch.

  Fingers ran over my hole, pressing, rubbing the sensitive flesh around it, and I pressed my ass into them, signaling I wanted more. Ansel, on his side now, draped his leg over mine, as his hands kept moving. I felt the pressure of his hand on my arm at my side, strong and reassuring, just as his finger slipped inside me.

  I gasped with the pleasure, amazed that it felt so good. A sweet mixture of pain and intense pleasure raced through me, and my rod, trapped between my body and the bed, stiffened. I no longer wondered how a man could make me feel like this; I only knew it was Ansel, and he alone who could.

  With slow, careful movements, Ansel fucked me with his finger, as he hummed deep in his throat, like some large cat purring. I opened my eyes. His head was thrown back, eyes closed, lips parted, lost in what I knew for myself to be the most delicious sensations.

  “Fuck me.” My voice, even at a whisper, sounded loud and demanding.

  His eyes flew open and he looked down at me. The intense hope I saw in his eyes was my reward. He wanted me, and he wanted me this way.

  “Are you sure?” He leaned close to my face, his eyes demanding truth.

  “Fuck me.”

  Ansel slid away, to kneel between my legs, his finger still inside me. He reached for the vial of oil and poured a few precious drops over his hand, then eased a second finger in, taking his time, stretching me to accommodate his cock. It was more than I had done for him.

  Oil dripped from the vial onto his swollen shaft. He stroked himself, covering it with a layer of sheen. A third finger joined the others, as he kept up the steady in and out. My body bucked as waves of pleasure washed over me.

  Leaning forward, Ansel’s tongue lapped my back, and his teeth nipped my shoulder, driving me higher. My hips ground my cock into the bed, seeking some relief for its throbbing, but I held back the urge to spill.

  He pressed the oiled tip of his rod past the globes of my ass, into the valley between them, brushing the portal. I thrust my hips toward him and moaned as he pushed inside.

  Exquisite pain, followed by intense pleasure, shot through my ass straight to my aching cock and stones, threatening my control. As he eased in farther, I grunted with each push as he seated that magnificent cock, holding my shoulders with both hands to help brace his body.