Ella's Desire
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A shiver went through Ella that had nothing to do with the cool water she knelt in. The pleasures she experienced when her men put their lips and tongues to wickedly sensual use was such that multiple orgasms were the only possible end result. While all three were talented, Ben seemed particularly skilled in pleasuring with his lips and tongue.
She ran her hands over her body, ignoring the goose bumps and how her nipples were tight and erect from the cold. When she was certain she was as clean as she’d ever get without soap, she rose to her feet, walked out of the stream, then wiped off the water as best she could with just her hands.
When she put Dirk’s shirt on again, her nipples, tightened from the cool water and not an erotic response to anything the men had done, made dents in the well-washed cotton. Ella buttoned the shirt starting at the bottom, stopping at a midway point between her breasts, allowing a portion the inner slopes to be visible.
As she made her way back to the cabin, her naked legs scissoring smoothly and the grass beneath her bare feet still wet with dew, Ella felt more free, more unconstrained by her world than ever before in her life. If she could choose, she would stay at Blue’s cabin with her three men, and it wouldn’t matter a bit that she didn’t have her elegant wardrobe, her big feather mattress, her silk sheets, or her meals made to perfection by a chef who knew all her most favorite recipes….
But staying at Blue’s wasn’t something she could seriously consider, no matter how tempting the prospect.
Before she let melancholy get the better of her because of the reality of her life, Ella banished all such thoughts from her mind. As she reached the cabin door, Ella paused a moment to remind herself that right now she should accept pleasure wherever and however she could and not worry about the life she led at the T-3 Ranch. There would be time enough for worry when she returned to the tepid life she had known before her world had been turned upside-down by three amazing men.
The instant the door opened, the olfactory delights of bacon and potatoes frying in a skillet made Ella’s mouth water. She had not eaten much of the stew she’d put together the previous evening, having been quite displeased with the results of her culinary efforts, even though all three men said they enjoyed their meal.
Her eyes swept the room. Though she promised to be gone only a few minutes, it took her nearly twenty minutes before she was satisfied with her results. In the time she’d been gone, the men put shirts on, though none wore socks. They appeared comfortable with each other, and when they simultaneously turned to watch her enter, she saw the sensual warmth in their collective gazes.
“Breakfast smells delicious,” she said, stepping closer, consciously aware of wearing precisely nothing beneath Dirk’s blue cotton shirt. “Obviously, at least one of you is a much better cook than I am.”
“Go back to bed,” Dirk said. His sheepish grin let Ella know her stew hadn’t been as well-received as she’d been led to believe. “Even out here, a lady should be served her breakfast in bed. After all, you are a princess.”
“I’m not a princess.”
Blue said, “You are to us.”
“That’s silly.”
“Perhaps it’s silly,” Ben said, “but amuse us anyway. Besides, there’s not really room for all four of us around Blue’s kitchen table, especially with Dirk’s legs going on halfway to tomorrow. The bacon and potatoes are already fried. We’re just waiting to know how you want your eggs.”
Ella picked up her brush and, as she walked over to the mattress on the floor, began brushing her tresses. As she pulled the bristles through her locks, smoothing out the tangles, she turned and looked at the men. They watched her through lidded eyes, their growing hunger for her almost palpable. She felt the movement of her breasts beneath the shirt and was aware of how, with her arms lifted, the bottom hem of Dirk’s shirt rose up her naked legs, showing the men an indecent amount of thighs that were smooth and tapering.
“I like my eggs over medium,” Ella answered finally. While the men watched her with almost unblinking interest, Ella’s empty stomach was suddenly of little concern to her. She smoothed her golden hair over her shoulders. “A lady could get awfully spoiled being pampered by you men.”
In a low voice, Dirk replied, “Get used to it, Ella. It’s going to happen a lot.”
“Constantly, if I’ve got anything to say about it,” Ben added.
The sexual tension was so prevalent Ella could almost taste it in the air. She stood at the edge of the low mattress, knowing all she had to do was say the word, and the three men would pounce upon her in the most erotic ways possible. But for reasons she wasn’t entirely certain of, she didn’t want that from them. At least not just yet.
“Over medium it is,” Blue said after several uncomfortable seconds of absolute silence. True to his ability to keep emotions private, there was only a trace of sexual tension on his voice. “Ben, why don’t you get the table set for us? Dirk, get down the bread and butter from the cupboard.”
It surprised Ella that when the eggs were cooked in the big cast iron pan—prepared by Blue to perfection, she noted with a touch of jealousy—the lavish helpings of potatoes, bacon, and eggs were put onto plates and then distributed as though there was nothing at all unusual about the morning. The sensual tension of only a few minutes earlier disappeared entirely, and as she ate in contented silence, the men sat at the kitchen table, eating heartily, discussing what they should do next to find out the identity of the cattle rustlers plaguing Ella and the T-3 Ranch. Occasionally, they would look over at her as she sat cross-legged on the bed, giving her a smile, keeping her a part of the conversation without actually pulling her into it.
When the men finished their breakfast, Ben rose from his chair and crossed the room over to Ella. He reached down for her plate, but she kept it from him.
“No you don’t,” she said firmly, holding her plate away from him as she got to her feet. “I may not be able to cook, but the least I can do is clean up the dishes.” She turned her attention from Ben over to Dirk and Blue. “You’re all too good to me. You pamper me all the time.” She looked away from a moment, shifting her weight nervously from foot to foot as nascent insecurities came to the fore. She fingered the collar of the oversized shirt she wore. “I wish...I wish I had some fashionable clothes for you to see me in. Something pretty and ladylike.” Her voice was quite soft. “I’ll go on a diet and lose weight. You’ll like that.”
The men stared as Ella with varying degrees of disbelief registering in their expressions.
“She’s talking nonsense,” Blue said, ending the brief silence after Ella’s unsolicited declaration.
“If I didn’t know better, I’d think she’d been hitting the bottle already,” Dirk added. He pulled the plate from her grasp and set it on the table, then reached for Ella. “Come here, you silly fool, and give me a kiss.”
“I’m serious!” Ella said sharply. As Dirk reached for her, she danced nimbly out of reach. “I want to be slender and pretty for you!”
“I don’t want you to change a thing.” Dirk’s hand snapped out, his long fingers wrapping around her wrist. Ella felt his strength, and when he pulled her closer, she resisted, but her libido reacted instinctively to his domineering masculinity. “Not one damn thing, do you hear me?”
“But—”
Powerful arms wound around Ella, forcing her body to press firmly against Dirk’s chest as his mouth slanted down over hers to silence her protests. Her arms were pinned to her sides, her spine made to lean sharply backward as Dirk forced her to bend to his wishes. When his tongue tested her lips, Ella opened her mouth without resistance. As his tongue danced erotically with hers, Ella trembled. Dirk’s right hand moved down her back to slide up beneath the tails of his spare shirt, cupping her ass. Strong fingers buried into her bottom.
Seconds ticked by. Ella’s eyes were closed, but she heard footsteps around her. Dirk raised the shirttails higher, filling his hands with her buns, pulling her in tightly against him
so her abdomen pressed against the rapidly swelling bulge in his trousers.
And then, just as abruptly as he captured her in his arms and put an end to her protests with a commanding kiss, Dirk released Ella, setting her free so quickly she felt disoriented and a little dizzy.
She wasn’t free for long. Hardly had Dirk pushed her to arm’s length when Blue grabbed her by the shoulders, turned her sharply to face him, then sealed his lips over hers in a French kiss that was deep and soulful. Taller than Ella though much shorter than Dirk, when Blue squeezed Ella’s ass and pulled her tightly against himself, she felt the erotic texture of his butter-soft buckskin trousers against her pelvis, against the tingling lips of her pussy. Fresh cream moistened her tight, tingling channel. The leather seemed to define the man’s primitive wildness, and her clitoris tingled in response to it.
Ella was sucking on Blue’s tongue when she felt Dirk’s huge palms on her shoulders. He caressed her briefly then began pushing downward. She resisted at first but only for a moment before letting her knees bend.
Chapter Twelve
Ben’s emotions were in chaotic disarray as he watched Ella being forced to her knees between Blue and Dirk. There was a part of him—possessive of Ella, covetously wanting her exclusively and privately—that wanted to attack Dirk and Blue for having the temerity to turn their lustful attentions on the woman he loved. But another part of him, a slightly more rational part, took voyeuristic delight in watching the voluptuous blonde filling her hands with two powerful erections. Her eyes were glassy with lust as she glanced up at Dirk’s face and then looked at the thick column of flesh that filled her hand.
“Suck,” Dirk growled hoarsely as he twisted her long, golden hair around his fist. And when Ella opened her lips and took his cock deep in her mouth, he added breathily, “Oh, fuck!”
Ben was aware of his own racing heart and of the rapid swelling of his cock. Seeing Ella on her knees between he friends, her face in perfect profile as she pleasured Dirk, her cheeks hollow with suction, was the single most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. For a full twenty seconds she fellated Dirk, and while she did, Blue rubbed the crest of his erection against her cheek and temple. She released Dirk from her mouth, turning her face submissively toward Blue. An instant later, another hard cock was filling her mouth.
Almost in a trance, Ben unbuttoned his shirt and removed it, then stripped out of his trousers. His cock was fiercely rigid, angling sharply upward, throbbing with tension. He stared at Ella, hardly blinking, narcotized by her lurid beauty as Blue’s dusky erection slipped between her pouting lips. The soft moans that came from Ella were a carnal music that rang in Ben’s psyche. He wrapped the fingers of his right hand around his erection and stroked softly, slowly, feeling his onrushing excitement, frustratingly aware that despite his famed sexual discipline, when Ella was involved, he was helpless against the desires she inspired.
He stepped closer then sank slowly to his knees. When his face was level with Ella’s, she turned her eyes toward him as she nibbled tenderly on Dirk’s shaft. He winked at her, a quick, almost comical gesture intended to harness his cascading self-control. As Dirk pumped his hips, fucking his erection deep into her mouth, Ben unbuttoned her shirt to expose the swaying mounds of her breasts.
“Lovely,” Ben whispered, speaking more to himself than anyone else as he opened the shirt completely, exposing the entire front of Ella’s body. His eyes caressed her heavy breasts as they rolled from side to side during her energetically delivered fellatio. The supple curves of her hips and thighs put fire in his blood. The triangular patch of curly public hair and the pink lips of her pussy held him transfixed. “You can’t change, Ella. In my eyes, you’re perfection itself.”
He was close now, his face mere inches from Ella’s as she alternately sucked and nibbled on Dirk’s pale cock and then Blue’s dark one. With a hand that trembled slightly, he reached between her wide-spread thighs. When he touched the delicate lips of her cunt, her slick juices coated his middle finger. He slipped the finger smoothly between welcoming labia. As he pushed his finger into Ella until his palm pressed against her clitoris, she moaned loudly, leaning into Dirk to take his lusty flesh as deeply in her mouth as possible.
“What a woman. What a sexy, sexy woman,” Ben said softly, fingering Ella with one hand as he stroked himself with the other. “She’s so wet. She makes me so hard. Her juices are pooling in my palm.” When a lock of honey blonde hair slipped over her eye, falling down near her mouth, Ben eased the hair away with his fingertip. “Watching her is more exciting than being with all the other women in the world.”
Using the tip of his middle finger, sensing her cresting excitement, Ben rubbed Ella’s clitoris with a firm, circular motion as she sucked on Blue. As he hoped, she began shivering as a climax gripped her, her voluptuous body quivering during the peaking sensuality. Her muffled, high-pitched moans of climactic release were the sweetest music Ben ever heard. Throughout her climax, she never took Blue out of her mouth.
“Bed,” Dirk growled, taking Ella by the upper arm and bodily hauling her to her feet. “I need you in bed!”
A thousand times in his life Ben had been a participant in episodes of wild, uninhibited sensuality, but this was the first time he was willingly being little more than an observer. He knew he would join eventually. But for now, watching Ella with Blue and Dirk stoked the lusty fire burning within him, heightening his anticipation for her to levels previously unimagined. He watched, completely naked and still kneeling on the floor, as Dirk carried Ella to the bed, then stretched out on his back. She immediately straddled his torso and reached down to guide his enflamed arousal to her honeyed slit.
“Oh, God!” Ella gasped as she lowered her rounded hips, impaling her sweet pussy on a thick cock moist with her own saliva.
Ben moved closer to the bed, his eyes wet and glittering as he watched the lips of Ella’s pussy spreading wide to accept Dirk, gliding down the length of his shaft until her pubic hair mingled with his.
“Tight!” Dirk groaned, his fingers burying in the pale flesh of Ella’s hips as he held her securely. “She’s so fucking tight!”
What happened next brought Ben out of the opium-like mental fog that voyeurism reduced him to. He watched as Blue moved so he stood behind Ella. When he eased the shirt off her, she looked over her shoulder to smile up at him. But then he put a hand at the back of her neck and pushed downward, firmly and insistently, until her lush breasts were compressed against Dirk’s naked chest.
Ben saw it then. The fear that sparkled like diamonds in Ella’s eyes. She looked at Blue, her clear blue eyes wide and glassy with lust, but touched with fear as he positioned himself behind her.
“Oh my,” she whispered as Blue guided the crown of his arousal to her tight, virgin passage. “Oh, no.”
Ben’s initial reaction was to stop Blue. A look in Ella’s eyes told him she was afraid of being penetrated in such a fashion. There was something else in Ella’s tone, in her eyes, that hinted at submissive acquiescence to dominate masculinity. Ben had seen that look before, and his lust flamed as he recognized its existence again.
Blue held her hips and pushed forward with constrained strength. When Ella accepted him, her mouth and eyes opened wide, but only a brief squeak of pain escaped her throat.
“Easy!” Ben said, unable to remain silent. “She’s new to this.”
“Oh, God!” Ella gasped. “He’s so....”
Ella collapsed onto Dirk then, her arms folding beneath her when Blue’s chest pressed against her back. From less than a yard away, Ben was at a perfect vantage point, and the visual stimulation was so intense it was nearly physical. As Blue’s hard cock pressed deeper and deeper into Ella’s ass, Ben watched as beads of perspiration instantly formed on her forehead and temples. Her eyes squeezed tightly shut, her mouth open as she breathed in rapid staccato. Ella’s breasts appeared even more round as they pressed firmly against Dirk’s chest while he labored beneath her, thrustin
g his hips upward to spear his cock into her.
It took perhaps thirty seconds and half a dozen revolutions of his lean hips before Blue buried all of his cock inside Ella’s bottom. When his torso slapped wetly against the widespread cheeks of her ass, she opened her eyes, looked straight at Ben, and said between hard thrusts of two powerful men, “They...they’re so...deep...so fucking...deep...in my...pussy and...ass.” She licked her lips to moisten them, and concluded, “Come.” And then, with less ambiguity, “Come closer.”
He had held himself out of the lusty action as long as his willpower lasted. Ella’s gasping, impassioned plea was Ben’s breaking point. He moved forward quickly, combing his fingers into luxurious honey blonde hair, and plunged his cock between Ella’s lips, driving into her mouth until the crown of his erection threatened to enter her throat. When Ella sputtered, nearly gagging, Ben withdrew, but only for an instant. His passions were an inferno that could not be cooled.
Ben watched his hard cock pistoning between Ella’s lips. The sounds of feverish passion filled his ears, most of the sounds low and masculine, but others high-pitched and frantic. He heard perspiring flesh striking moist flesh, the sound mingling with the labored groans of four people furiously struggling for pleasure’s ultimate release.
No previous climax had left Ben feeling so thoroughly drained. He plunged deeply into Ella’s mouth, holding tightly onto her hair as his hot, thick seed raced through his shaft. Ben’s groans of fulfillment mingled with Dirk’s and Blue’s as they flooded Ella with their passion.
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“You two have no idea what it is like to be outside of society and looking in,” Blue stated firmly. “You’ve been rich your entire lives. You don’t understand how hard it can be trying to live outside of what is self-righteously referred to as ‘polite society.’”