ROMANCE: CLEAN ROMANCE: Summer Splash! (Sweet Inspirational Contemporary Romance) (New Adult Clean Fantasy Short Stories)

by Michelle Woodward

  “I want us both to be inside you before you come, love. Tell me, have you ever been with two men before?” At the shake of her head he went on. “Have you ever had anyone here?” He slid his hand around to play with the little puckered hole in her ass. After the second shake of her head he smiled. “We will be your first, but that is something that we have to work up to. Double penetration will make you orgasm like you have never imagined but I think for right now we will go one at a time. Come on baby.” He stood and held out his hand. She quickly stepped to him and kissed him deeply. She tasted herself on his lips and instead of being grossed out it excited her even more. She turned around to face Jason and captured his head between her hands. Bringing his head down to hers her lips softly brushed his. Suddenly he gripped her to him and kissed her deeply. His tongue slipped in her mouth and explored everywhere it could reach. She moaned into his mouth when she felt Drew slip a finger up and down her slit from behind. Before she could say anything, he slipped first one and then two fingers inside her. She was panting by now and needed to orgasm. She was to the point of begging them to let her get off. She was guided to the bed and she suddenly knew what they wanted. Switching positions she guided Jason to the chair where she sat to do her hair and makeup. Her hands made quick work of his shirt. She couldn’t wait, and knowing that he had others and money to buy another one, she grasped both sides and pulled. Little white buttons popped off everywhere flying around the three of them. None of them watched them, as they were too busy.

  “How come I am naked and both of you still have all of your clothes on? That just doesn’t seem fair to me.” She heard both of them chuckle as her hands grasped Jason’s pants. She quickly undid the little button and slid the zipper down. She knew they were both well endowed. She had seen them hard plenty of times. They both wore jogging shorts around the house all weekend and they hid little to the imagination. She was shocked to realize how much she really did look at them and pay attention to little things like that. Jason’s penis sprang forward and her hand instantly went around it. Glancing behind her she saw that Drew was undressed as well and she reached a hand around to grasp him as well. Drew slid his hands up and down her ass caressing it softly. The slap resounded across the room. “Ouch, dammit. What was that for?”

  “For being a little smart ass today.” She glared back at Drew and he smiled as he caressed her ass before slapping the other cheek.

  “Dammit, what was that for?”

  “’Cause I like it - and you do too.” He slipped a hand between her legs. “See how much wetter you become when I spank you. I do believe that you like to be dominated my dear.” He chuckled as he bent to slip his tongue across her ass. With the sting his tongue felt even hotter and made small tingles run up her spine. She moaned as she let him go and focused her attention on Jason. Her hands slid up and down his length like they were memorizing every detail. She slowly lowered her head to take the head of his penis in her mouth. Her tongue swirled right under the head where she knew it was sensitive. He groaned deep as his hands slid into her hair. She felt Drew close the gap of space between them behind her and she took even more of Jason in her mouth as Drew slid the head of his penis against her opening. She felt him pause and wanted to push back on him, but when she tried she realized that his hands held her hips still. She heard a tear and realized he was putting on a condom before she felt him slide just the tip inside her.

  She looked up to see Jason and led him into the seat as she got to her knees in front of him. She felt Drew follow her down and suddenly something snapped. She couldn’t wait anymore. She took the full length of Jason into her mouth. She felt him hit the back of her throat and slide down. She swallowed knowing the feeling would drive him mad. She sucked hard on his long length as she slid him almost completely out of her mouth. Behind her Drew slid in a little more. Inch by inch he gave her more of his length until he was completely inside her. She moaned around Jason as Drew slid out and then back in again. She felt whole and completely full. It was a feeling she had never felt before and she didn’t care about anything else at that point but Drew fucking her.

  “Drew stop teasing me.” She whispered as she pulled Jason from her mouth. At his pained expression she gave mercy and slid him back into her mouth. He gripped the back of her head and took control as he slid himself in and out of her mouth. She felt Drew slide out of her again and then back in. He was taking his sweet-ass time and she slid an arm around behind her to grip his hip and pull him to her as she slammed her ass back against him. The moans and groaning were mingled so much now that she didn’t know whose was whose. Drew picked up his speed until he was slamming into her with so much force she fell into Jason quite a few times. She couldn’t do anything but take him in as she sucked as hard as she could. She felt something building inside her fast. It was hot and cold and although it made her sweat, she had goose bumps on her arms when it got closer. Finally letting go, she burst with the most intense and explosive orgasm of her life.

  Drew slowly slid in and out of her and then picked up his pace again going faster and faster. He stiffened behind her and she knew that he had burst as well. Before she knew what was going on she was led to the bed. Jason lied down and held his hands out to her. Not thinking twice she quickly climbed on the bed and straddled him. He slipped inside of her with ease due to her being so wet from her orgasm. She felt Drew draw up behind her and grasp her breasts tweaking her nipples as Jason slid his fingers to her clit. She felt herself rise up and then down on Jason’s long cock until she felt an orgasm once more. Finally, when he was ready Jason burst as well. Shortly after she felt herself go over the edge for a fifth time that night, her body was languid and she herself was completely exhausted. She slid next to Jason in the bed and smiled up at them. She listened as they both left and walked to the bathroom. Jason must have went to his own to wash up. She felt herself stretch out and looked up as they walked back in the room.

  “You need to get some sleep. That was probably too much after just coming home from the hospital.” Jason sat beside her and pushed the hair from her eyes. “You know I feel the same as Drew, although I haven’t said it as he has.”

  She grasped his hand inside her own. “I know. I know. What I don’t know is what we are going to do now.”

  “What do you mean?” Drew asked form her other side as he raised the covers up to right below her chin. “You are going to get some sleep like we said and then we will all have something to eat.”

  “You know that is not what I mean. I mean about this.” She waved her fingers amongst the three of them as she spoke. “The three of us. It can’t go back to the way it was.”

  “Well no, it can’t, but there is just one question to ask.” Drew smiled down at her.

  “And what is that?” She chuckled.

  “Which bed do we sleep in for the night?” Drew said this as he waggled his eyebrows at her.

  “I vote mine. I have a king and I don’t think either of your queens will fit all of us.” Jason smiled at her. It had seemed only fair that he had taken the master bedroom since he did buy the place. She laughed at the two of them and swatted them away.

  “Go on you two. But first I am not sleeping in that bed of yours where you two have apparently had numerous women.”

  Jason squeezed her hand in his. “No other woman has been in my bed but you honey.”

  “Nor mine.” Drew said. She kissed first Drew and then Jason as they stood to leave. She smiled at them as they went to the door and then turned around towards her again.

  “Get your sleep my dear. You’re gonna need it.” Jason said as he grinned wide at her. He looked like the cat that ate the canary.

  “And why is that, pray tell?” She said raising her eyebrows at him.

  “Because soon you will feel us both. For very soon you will have us both inside you at the same time.” This came from Drew as he looked over at her with a smile that matched Jason’s. “And you will need your strength for that.”


  “Oh!” Her eyes rounded as she looked at them. “Ok. We will see who tires first.”

  The two men looked at each other as their smiles grew to stretch across their faces.

  “I think that’s a challenge friend.” Drew said.

  Jason rubbed his hands together briskly. “Yes. And I do love a challenge.” They didn’t say anything else as they turned and walked from the room.

  THE END

  The Cherished Bride

  The advertisement in the paper called for a bride. Clara did not know if she could be a bride, but she knew that she could certainly try. After all, what she was going through now was no less difficult, and here she was, making the best of it.

  Wasn’t she?

  She looked around, but there was no one to ask. The fact that she was alone, without the sweetness of Sarah or the mischievous grin of Edward to distract her, hit her even harder than it had a week ago. But such was the lot of a young governess, she thought, trying to mold the feeling into a more appropriate size, squelching it down to where it no longer hurt.

  That was successful for only a moment, until the beast of feeling yawned up inside of her and she buried her head in her pillow to stifle a groan. After a few moments, when it subsided, she lifted her head, unruly chestnut curls falling from her bun over her face. She glanced over at the advertisement again.

  Widower seeks bride to help run ranch out in California. Go wild Wild West right NOW!

  What manner of man takes out an advertisement like this, Clara couldn’t help but wonder. It was not the first time she had happened on such a piece in the paper, and she knew that for the most part, it was wealthy old widowers who so relied on women to run their households that when their wives died, they were as helpless as the lambs they raised. She had heard rumors, of course, of these men driven mad by lust for the young brides who had made their way west to improve their fortunes, and the idea of a fat, slovenly American on top of her was enough to make Clara shudder involuntarily. The post she was looking for was far less distasteful. Besides, everyone knew there were some rules of decorum to be followed when it came to such matters, and the idea of a ranch, where there were sure to be animals around, appealed to her. She was used to little critters who needed her help.

  Her heart thumped anxiously as she recalled the first few months as governess of the Wreight’s household. Little Sara and Edward, then four and six, had terrified her at first; she had no idea what to do about their twin pairs of shining blue eyes and all the sticky hands everywhere. It had been her first post after completing her studies at Wenchworth’s Finishing School for Young Ladies, and while there was much she knew about geography, history, and art, no finishing school in the world could have prepared her for the amount of questions that children asked, for their unceasing energy that left her fatigued, and how very sharp their young minds were. So sharp that it would not have done to slip up in any way; to acknowledge your own humanity would be to admit defeat.

  Clara had grown strong very quickly. After only six months, she had managed to school both children into a vision of orderly perfection, honing their manners while allowing their creative little minds to develop according to the finest education. They, in turn, adored her passionately, following her everywhere. When it was announced, at the end of three years, that both children would be attending a boarding school in Earlmister, it was impossible to determine who was more devastated—Clara or Edward and Sara. Sara, chubby red cheeks framed by folds of long flaxen hair, had cried for a week straight, and Edward had done his best to be the image of a perfect, stoic little gentleman, but even he had broken down as Clara packed her trunks. The family had decided that the separation would be easier on the children if Clara left immediately, to give them a chance to adjust to her absence.

  Now she held a generous severance check in her hand, but found that applying to other posts as governess held little to no appeal for her. She imagined the long years stretching out before her, going from family to family, always leaving somebody’s dear little face behind. Certainly, it could happen that marriage might come her way, but Clara knew that she was unusual in believing that it was best not to expect such an opportunity to drop into her life, much like the stork delivering newborns. It was a quaint idea, although ultimately untrue. What she needed was a complete change of pace. Looking at the advertisement on her sprigged bedspread now, a certainty rose within in her that the path she was to take was already laid out somewhere. And as a proper Englishwoman, who was she to question God and all he had in store for her? Clara lifted her chin, rose off the bed and penned a reply to the advertisement. Then, before she could lose her nerve, she ran down to the postmaster and sent it off. It was out of her hands now.

  * * *

  The English are brave. The English do not falter. The English woman faces challenges head on and does not shirk the responsibility she has taken on herself.

  Clara told herself that if she repeated this enough times, she might actually believe it.

  The ranch of Mr. Kenneth Westeros was certainly not what she expected. She knew from the limited correspondence that she had received in reply to her telegraph that he was a widower who was, as she had suspected initially, looking for help on his ranch and around the house. But somehow, from the brief response of, “More housekeeper role. Stop. If you are good with animals, come. Stop. Wife status formality. Stop,” she had not gathered just how masculine the ranch actually was.

  The long, sloping planes were green as far as the eye could see. The horses that teemed about had long, swishing tails that quietly flicked off the flies that settled on their hindquarters. It was long, lonely man’s land, with a sturdy, rough-hewn wooden fence to keep the horses in that had not seen a paint job in a very long time. The house itself was a two-story monster that loomed over the land in a shadow that threatened to overwhelm you. She saw an oak tree that was centuries-old, and thought it would be perfect to read under; of course, since the entire place had not felt a woman’s touch in about an eternity, there was no seat or anything of the sort below it. The wind whistled around the long deck of the wraparound porch and Clara approached, the ruffle on the edge of her otherwise no-nonsense brown traveling gown whispering through the tall blades of grass. The house that Kenneth built, she thought, and then immediately switched the thought over to the more proper Mr. Westeros. Wouldn’t do to get too familiar just yet. As she traced one gloved finger up the weathered wood of one of the beams, she became aware of soft hoof beats behind her.

  The hat that shaded almost the entirety of his face left her uncertain as to the expression in his eyes, but she could tell they were dark. The stern line of his mouth hardened as he looked her unabashedly up and down, but he said nothing as he swung off the horse. He was far younger than she had imagined, but she barely had time to consider this before he had thrust the horse’s lead into her hands.

  “You’re Clara, right?” he asked, in a voice that was deep and calm, and incredibly intimidating. She swallowed hard and nodded. “Take Betsy out to the barn and wipe ‘er down. Dinner’s at five and lights are out at eight.” There was no time for breath, or anything at all, and she could not shake off the feeling that despite the add Kenneth Westeros had placed in that paper, he did not truly want her there at all. Furthermore, she was frankly outraged at the fact that he had not even had the manners to greet her appropriately, either as a lady or as a person who was to be living in his house. Good God, were all Americans this uncouth?

  He was looking at her as if he was quite sure she had never been within ten yards of a horse before in her life. Well, she would not give him the satisfaction of knowing he was correct in this matter. She set down her bags on the deck and pointed her chin up.

  “And which way, pray tell, is the barn?”

  * * *

  When he saw her, he saw mayhem.

  Clara Wittibrew stood in front of him, not much taller than five feet. When Kenneth Westeros first put out the ad, he had done so because of his nei
ghbor, who had done the same and the girl who had sailed across the ocean was a big, strapping English lass of some twenty-eight years who was now his right hand in helping with the heavy farm work. Taking in the petite girl in front of him, brown gown cinched in at the waist and her hair all up in curls, he very much doubted that she had any idea what was in store for her.

  Not that he would have to work particularly to make it more difficult for her. Ranch life was difficult, and Miss Wittibrew did not look as if she had ever had to deal with animals or a plentiful handful of housework before. Kenneth shook his head as he watched her take the horse’s lead and try to manage it down to the barn. Betsy could smell her nervousness, he knew, and from the way she was shying away from the girl, he doubted that a bond of trust was going to develop between them any time soon.