Ace Gone Wild

by Cooper McKenzie

  Kinsey raised her gaze slowly. As she did, she took the muscular thighs that filled out tight worn blue jeans, an impressive bulge pressing at the zipper, a broad chest, strong neck, well-defined jaw, fully masculine lips, and a nose that had been straight and noble at one time, but now had a bump from being broken at some point in the past. Finally, she met his pale blue eyes. Only they had darkened to a deep blue.

  “Until we all decide things are right between the three of us, you will sleep in the guestroom. Do you understand?”

  Kinsey swallowed hard as her pussy gushed at the thought of sharing a bed with both these men. “Yes, Sir.”

  “Drake. For now, you will call me Drake and him Logan.”

  “Yes, Drake,” she said softly as Drake began to pull her closer. She stepped up until her chest pressed against his, his erection into her belly.

  “Wrap your arms around me. I want a taste of those pretty lips,” he said as a hand cupped the back of her skull and he tilted her head the way he wanted.

  His lips brushed across hers once before coming back for a stay. The arm around the middle of her back pulled her closer until her entire body pressed against his. At the feel of his strength wrapped around her, Kinsey relaxed and snuggled even closer to the man. She had missed hugs and snuggles more than sex over the last six months.

  When the tip of Drake’s tongue pressed gently between her upper and lower lips, she parted them, welcoming him to deepen the kiss. Not sure what he wanted she remained passive until he backed off far enough to growl, “Kiss me back.” Then his head tilted a bit further and the arm around her back slid down until he was cupping one ass cheek in his big, hot, hard hand.

  When his tongue entered this time, hers welcomed it. As they began to dance, she whimpered for more. Instead giving it to her, he slowed his motions, easing back until their lips were an inch apart. She could feel his quickened breathing as he studied her, his eyes an even deeper blue than before.

  “Go with Logan and do whatever he tells you,” Drake said. He took a half step back then turned her to face the other man.

  Still swimming in a haze of arousal so thick she could not speak, Kinsey nodded and looked at Logan. He returned her look with one that was just as aroused and arousing as Drake’s had been.

  “Take care of her, but no penetration,” Drake said as he wrapped a hand around the back of Logan’s neck and pulled him in for a kiss that was almost as hot and wet and demanding as the one he had just given her. God, it was sexy watching them kiss.

  “Yes, Master,” Logan murmured when their lips finally parted.

  Kinsey shifted, her pussy overflowing, and her entire body wanting nothing more than to take these two men to bed and wear them out. When Nelson was alive, they had had sex at least twice a day when they were both in camp. For the past six months no one had touched her, and she had not touched the toys Nelson had sent home with her.

  She needed and wasn’t sure how long she could go before she started tearing off clothes and forcing herself on one or the other of these two men. She didn’t even care which man took her, as long as someone scratched the itch between her legs that had grown painful in its intensity.

  When Logan’s arms wrapped around her and pulled her against his body, she blinked and looked around. She had been so lost in her thoughts that Drake had left and now she was alone with this man who had a gleam in his pale brown eyes that made her think that Drake’s orders may or may not be carried out to the letter.

  “Watching you kiss him made me hungry,” Logan said as his head bent down.

  Before she could tell him she felt the same way watching him kiss Drake, his lips covered hers, forcing them to part and give him entrance. His kiss was just as hot, just as sexy, but more enticing rather than demanding.

  She moaned and wrapped her arms and legs around him when he lifted her from the ground. She whimpered when a big hand slid between her legs and fingers began to rub over her clit through her jeans. Her body overruling any thoughts where they were, she tried to hump his belly, tried to rub her clit against the sizeable bulge in his jeans. She needed just a little more to send her flying.

  Instead of letting her fulfill her needs, he pulled her legs from around his waist, and forced her to stand on her own two feet. Taking one hand in his, he turned toward the parking lot. “Come on, let’s get your stuff, and go home.”

  Chapter Five

  Logan pushed open the motel room door and gestured for Kinsey to enter first. No matter who was in charge, or what sexual games they may play in the future, his mama had raised a man with manners. When she had opened her door, both at the fairgrounds and again just a minute ago when they arrived here, he had ground his teeth together. Until the three of them discussed rules, roles, and the pecking order, he could not say a word.

  Once they were both inside, he closed and locked the door. Then he looked at the woman standing in the middle of the room. She was biting her lip, and twisting her hands together. She looked nervous and very unsure of what was going to happen now that they were alone.

  Since Master was not here, it was up to Logan to settle the woman to their way of thinking, which was that the three of them were a couple, and she belonged to both of them. It was time to lay his claim to the woman who needed a Master in the worst way.

  “Strip,” he said simply.

  Master said no penetration but he had not said no sex. After the kiss they had shared back at the fairgrounds, Logan could not wait to feel Kinsey’s lips wrapped around his cock.

  She looked at him as if he had grown a second head. “Excuse me?”

  “If I have to strip you, you’ll get a handful of swats for misbehaving,” he said casually as he crossed the room and sat down on the end of the bed. “Either way, you will be naked for the next hour or so.”

  He fought to keep from grinning as she opened her mouth to argue then closed it again. Taking a breath, she opened it again, closed it, and her eyes. He waited patiently until she took a deep breath, held it, then released it and began to undress.

  He waited until she had disrobed completely before saying, “Good girl. Now undress me.”

  Though he was submissive to Drake in all things except where his business was concerned, Logan knew he could be dominant, given the right circumstances. The pretty woman walking toward him called to every one of his dominant intentions.

  He spread his legs so she could step between them. His nose twitched at the womanly scent he knew came from between her legs. Though tempted to toss her on the bed and take a taste, he would not interfere with the assignment he had given her. He lifted his arms and cooperated as she pulled his shirt from his jeans and over his head.

  After tossing it over her shoulder to join her own clothes, she stroked her fingertips over his shoulders and down to his pecs. Though her soft touch felt amazing, and the look in her eye told him that she was totally into what they were doing, he grabbed her wrists and gently forced her to her knees. “Finish your task.”

  Without another word, she pulled off his boots and socks then reached for the waistband of his jeans. He stood so she could open the fastenings. She paused when his long, hard, fully erect cock popped out at her. As she slowly pushed his jeans down his legs, she leaned in and licked the pre-cum covering the head of his cock. At that simple, not-so-innocent touch, Logan’s balls squeezed and he took a sharp breath to keep from blowing his control all over the room.

  “Another inappropriate touch or taste, and you’ll be getting that spanking,” he said even as his cock twitched with the need to sink fully into her mouth.

  Green eyes looked up at him through reddish brown lashes but still she said nothing. When he held her gaze squarely, she finally worked his jeans to his ankles and helped him step out of them. Once they joined the pile with the rest of their clothes, he sat back down on the bed.

  “Stand up, sweets,” he said softly.

  Without hesitation, she stood, looking so sexy in her submission that all he wante
d to do was fuck her with anything he could. Only then did it hit him that Drake had said no penetration. Did he mean just cock? Or were fingers and tongue forbidden as well?

  “On the bed, sweets, face up and play with those gorgeous tits,” he said.

  As she moved into position, he reached for his jeans. Pulling out his phone, he walked into the bathroom, and closed the door.

  “Yes?” Drake answered on the second ring.

  “What, exactly did you mean by no penetration?” Logan asked softly.

  Drake chuckled. “What did you think I meant?”

  Logan ran a hand through his hair in frustration. “I figured you meant I couldn’t fuck her into the mattress. But then I began to wonder if you also meant fingers and tongue. Then I was afraid to do anything before I checked with you.”

  “I meant cock in pussy but you’re a good boy for making sure,” Drake said. “Now hang up and go have fun because I expect you home in two hours to make dinner.”

  “Yes, Master,” Logan said just before he hung up.

  Now that the limitations had been set, Logan’s mind whirled with the ways he could play before they had to get dressed, pack her things, and get home.

  Opening the bathroom door, he stepped into the main room and his cock throbbed at the sight of the woman on the bed. She had her hands covering her breasts, her eyes closed, her feet planted on the bed with her hips bouncing up and down as if fucking air. She appeared to be very, very close to peaking, which was the last thing he wanted.

  “Legs down, and hands out to the sides,” he ordered sharply, needing to rein her in before she went flying without him.

  As he expected, she reacted instantaneously, her arms extended across the bed from her shoulders. Her feet slid down the mattress as her legs straightened. She made soft whiny, whimpering sounds as she waited for his next order.

  Instead of speaking, Logan went to the bed and climbed on. Throwing a leg over her chest, he settled with his cock bobbing just inches from her mouth. He made sure his knees pressed against her upper arms to keep her from moving them to pleasure herself in any way.

  “Do you like sucking cock, sweets?” he asked as he wrapped one hand around his cock and slowly stroked it, pushing more pre-cum out the tip.

  He could tell just by looking in her eyes that she was hungry for anything he had to give her. She had not said a word since leaving the fairgrounds, which began to concern him. “Kinsey? Are you okay with this? We don’t have to do this if you don’t want to.”

  He shifted his weight to his right leg, planning to climb off the bed, but before he could, she grabbed his thighs and held on tight. “Please don’t go. I do want this, and I love to suck cock. I’m just overwhelmed at how quick you got me into bed,” she said, her expression growing more confident by the second.

  His cock needing attention, he slipped it between her lips. “I’m close,” he warned as she closed her lips around his cockhead and swabbed it with her tongue.

  His hips began to move, shoving a little deeper into her mouth even as he gritted his teeth to hold back his climax. She felt so good, and knew what she was doing as she bobbed up and down his cock, swallowing his pre-ejaculate easily. He thought he could handle things until she slipped a hand over his thigh and between his legs to cup his balls in her palm.

  That simple touch sent a bolt of lightning from balls to his brain and down his spine. Before he could utter a warning, his seed shot out the tip of his cock in pulsating waves.

  He waited until she had thoroughly cleaned his softening length before he eased it out and crawled backward down her body. Though one of her masters, he knew he would be a fair dominant and, unless having to punish a disobedient little subbie, he would always see that she found pleasure at his touch.

  He rearranged their bodies so her legs spread wide on either side of his broad shoulders, and his face hovered just above her mound. Looking up her body to her face, he noted her celery-green eyes had darkened to a mossy green as they watched him. Her need radiated from her like a morning sunrise over the Eastern horizon. He silently vowed to do everything he could to keep her safe from herself, and everyone else around her, because if anyone needed a protector, it was this woman.

  “You will not come until I give you permission,” he said, pulling out one of his Master’s favorite orders, blowing warm air over her knotted up clit and spread-apart pussy lips.

  Her response was a soft whimper followed by a yelp when he slapped the side of her left ass cheek. “No whining.”

  “Yes, Logan,” she responded, her voice soft and almost mystical sounding.

  * * * *

  Kinsey was amazed how floaty she felt and Logan had yet to touch her. Just giving him pleasure had sent her skyward. A single solid stroke over her clit would tip her over into nirvana, but Logan had ordered her to hold back her orgasm, which meant she needed to concentrate on control instead of just laying back and flying.

  She fisted her hands when warm callused fingers pulled her lips apart and warm air caressed her puffed up clit. Closing her eyes, she rolled her lips over her teeth as a finger slipped farther down between her legs and drew circles on the skin surrounding her pussy opening. Then that finger dipped inside, collecting her fluids and then spread them all around. Each touch drove her higher and higher, closer and closer to her imminent explosion.

  But without permission from Logan, she knew her body would wind tighter and tighter without the release she so desperately needed. She began to pant, praying he could not hear the whimpers and begging words her mind was screaming, but she refused to allow them to slip past her lips.

  “Mmmm, you smell so sweet, and you’re so wet. I cannot wait to taste,” Logan said.

  His tongue began to stroke up one side of her clit to the top of her mound. Then he began down the other side, purposely avoid the knot of flesh as he made his way back down to her pussy. Then he extended his tongue into her pussy.

  She was so close she could not help the high-pitched whine as she fought with everything in her to keep controlled. Her thighs drew together in an effort to stop things. They only traveled an inch and a half before Logan’s shoulders stopped them.

  Logan’s tongue then traveled up and back down her slit again. And again. And a third time. Each time he purposely circled around her clit. Just when Kinsey knew she was going to break, permission or not, two thick fingers filled her pussy and Logan growled, “Come, sweets, Come now,” right before his tongue traveled up and directly over her clit.

  Kinsey screamed as a white light filled her entire being when Logan pressed his tongue down on her clit then sucked it between his lips. Her hips lifted and lowered themselves as her thighs pressed inward to hug his shoulders.

  He continued fucking her with two fingers and lapping at her clit until she came a second and then a third time. By then she could feel the knots inside her had come undone. She gave a happy sigh when he pulled his fingers from her pussy and, lifting his head, stared into her eyes as he stuck them in his mouth, and sucked her juices from them. Once they were clean, he crawled up the bed and collapsed on his back beside her. Slipping a hand under her shoulders, he pulled her over to his side and cuddled her close as she settled.

  “Feel better?” he asked as he rubbed his cheek back and forth over the top of her head.

  “Uh-huh,” she murmured as her entire body relaxed.

  She drifted for a few minutes, losing herself in the warm body she was snuggled against. She would have been happy to stay there for the rest of the week, except she was beginning to feel chilly.

  Lifting her eyes, she looked at the brown-eyed hunk and sighed. “We need to get moving, Logan.”

  “I know. How long will it take you to pack up?”

  She thought about what she needed to do to clear the room. Toss her clothes and toiletries into the bag they had come out of and carry things to the truck, and turn her key into the front office. “Not long,”

  “Good. Let’s just lay here a lit
tle while longer,” Logan replied, sounding sleepy.

  Kinsey returned her head to his shoulder with a smile. It felt good to be held in Logan’s embrace. She just wondered if having Drake pressed against her backside would add to the feeling, or make her nervous. Closing her eyes, she took a deep breath and relaxed, hoping that her days of being wild and out of control were over.

  An air raid siren sounding from somewhere in the room jerked Kinsey from a wonderful dream, though as soon as her eyes opened, she could not remember what it was.

  “Oh, shit, we overslept,” Logan said as he jerked his arm from under her head and rolled from the bed, the phone in his hand. “Get up, get dressed, and get packed.”

  Chapter Six

  Though there were evening chores to see to, Drake sat on the front porch with a tall glass half-full of iced tea as Logan pulled in and parked the truck. Even without Logan admitting to why they were tardy, he knew what had happened. He could not blame his boy for extended play or a nap but Logan would be punished for not setting the alarm on his phone.

  Drake watched as his best friend, lover, and life partner climbed out of the driver’s side. Without a glance in his direction, the big man grabbed two suitcases and an olive green duffle bag from the bed of his truck and headed to the house. Only when he was on the porch did he look at Drake. “I’m sorry, Master. We fell asleep.”

  Drake nodded once then tilted his head toward the house without saying a word. Logan continued into the house. He knew to put Kinsey’s bags in her room then get dinner started. Then Drake turned his attention to the woman who remained standing on the other side of the truck, looking nervous.

  Putting his glass down, Drake crossed the porch, descended the stairs, and crossed the driveway toward her. He gave thanks for the row of greenhouses Logan had built between the home place and the highway. Those buildings kept prying eyes that might be driving by from seeing any hanky panky that played out on the front porch.