by Marla Monroe
“Yeah, thanks.”
“Marx has a bath ready for you. You’ll feel better after soaking for awhile.” Jackson helped her up and followed her to the bathroom.
Jackson helped her into the tub, and immediately the warm water enveloped her in a wonderful liquid hug. It stung her ass a bit in places, but that soon subsided.
“Just lean back and let us bathe you.” Jackson soaped up a cloth and started with her feet. By the time he had reached her belly, Marx had stepped out of the shower and took over while Jackson got a shower.
Marx gently cleaned her top half then leaned in and kissed her cheek.
“You were amazing tonight, kitten.”
She smiled but didn’t open her eyes. She was much too comfortable to move anything at the moment other than her mouth. She wanted to tell him how special it had all been to her, but the words wouldn’t come. All she could manage was a simple thank-you.
“Thank you, sir.”
She felt warm lips against each of her eyelids then the shower shut off, and she could hear Jackson stepping out into the room. He and Marx exchanged a quiet conversation that she couldn’t hear before they returned with warm, fluffy towels and helped her out of the tub. She didn’t want to leave the comfy water, but it was getting a bit cool now.
They gently patted her dry so as not to be abrasive across her tender skin. Then Marx picked her up and carried her back into the bedroom. He settled her on the bed and pulled the covers up to her neck before slipping beneath them with her. A few seconds later, Jackson climbed in on the other side and cuddled her between them. She could feel the steady beat of their hearts beneath her ear and her hand. They seemed to keep the same tempo, and it was to that simple rhythm that she began to fall asleep.
At some point in the night or early morning, she became aware of Marx slipping out of the bed. She didn’t worry at first, but when the bed grew cool on that side, she woke up enough to know that he hadn’t returned to bed. She thought about going to find him but wasn’t sure he would welcome her being nosey.
“He’s fine, Kelly. Go on back to sleep. He doesn’t sleep well at night.” Jackson’s raspy voice startled her.
“How did you know I was awake or what I was even thinking about?”
“You got too still. I knew you had to be thinking, and since I heard Marx leave earlier, I figured you were thinking about him.”
“You’re entirely too sure of yourself.”
He chuckled and pulled her tighter against his chest. “Nope. Not when it comes to you, baby. Get some rest. It’s still too freaking early to get up. The damn rooster hasn’t even crowed.”
“Maybe not, but I know a cock that’s definitely up already.” She could feel his shaft thick against her lower back as he held her.
“You’re pushing me, kitten.” She could hear the amusement in his voice as well as the tightness that was his need.
“Maybe I want to push.” She couldn’t help but want to make him feel as good as they had made her feel the night before.
“You’re bound to be sore.” His hands massaged her shoulders.
“Not too sore for you.”
Jackson groaned and dropped his hand to her pussy where he slipped a finger inside of her where she knew he would find her already wet and ready for him.
“Ah, hell. You’re ready, aren’t you, baby.”
“Fuck me, Jackson.”
He rolled away from her and then was back, pulling her leg back over his hip as he slipped his sheathed cock into her waiting pussy. She moaned at the delicious feel of him stretching her open as his thick dick thrust inside of her. He reached up and played with her nipples as he moved in and out of her cunt in a slow, lazy rhythm. She leaned back against his chest as he pulled on her nipples and nibbled on her neck.
He adjusted his angle, and the spongy head of his cock stroked her sweet spot with each thrust. Her body began to prepare for the climax as she tried to slow it down. She wanted to savor him being inside of her a little longer, but with the way he moved, there was no way she would last long this time.
“Fuck, you feel good around my cock. You’re so damn hot and wet.”
He sucked on her earlobe then moved to her shoulder where he sucked on her there as well. He would leave a mark for sure with the way he was drawing on her skin. She could feel the slight rasp of his teeth as if he was fighting himself not to bite her. At this point, she would have welcomed it if he had bit her.
He moved his hand back down to her pussy and began to tease her clit as his pace picked up.
“I can’t hold off, baby. Come for me.” He pinched the tender nub as he thrust frantically inside of her.
Kelly couldn’t help it. He’d told her to come and with his fingers milking her clit, she did just that, tightening around his cock in the process. She was still hoarse from screaming and only managed to shout his name into the room. She felt him pulse within her, and then he was calling out her name as well. His breath was harsh in her ear as they both reigned in their breathing.
Jackson withdrew from her body and disappeared for a few seconds. When he returned, he pulled her over on top of him so that her head rested on his chest.
“Go back to sleep, Kelly. We’ve got a long time till we need to get up.”
“Should I go see about Marx?” She was worried he would have heard them and known what they were doing. She didn’t want him to feel left out.
“He’s fine, baby. We share. There’s no keeping score. Don’t worry about it. Let us worry about everything.”
Kelly was afraid of that. She was worried that they would try and do everything for her until there was nothing left for her. If they didn’t need her for anything but sex, she would cease to exist, not only for them but for herself as well. She wouldn’t let that happen again. Loving them would be a problem though. It made her want to make them happy, and if making them happy meant letting them take over…Well, Kelly knew that she couldn’t live that way again.
Chapter Fourteen
Marx stood up and stretched from where he’d been sitting in the living room for the last hour. Hearing his brother’s completion, he knew they would soon both be asleep again and he could climb back in the bed without disturbing them. He carried the empty beer bottle into the kitchen and threw it away. He hoped he would be able to get another few hours of sleep now.
When he’d woken up, it was from a dream where he’d pushed Kelly too far and hurt her. She’d screamed at him that he was an animal and wouldn’t let him help her. There had been blood covering her back where he’d used the single tail ruthlessly on her. He would never do that in real life. Why had he dreamed that he had hurt her that way? It worried him. He wasn’t naïve. He knew it was his mind’s way to push his worries out into the open where he would have to deal with them.
Kelly was so perfect for them—for him. She didn’t need or want a full-time D/s relationship but enjoyed the occasional serious play that they enjoyed. She fit in with their friends, and it didn’t seem to bother her to be submissive for them at the club. Most of all, she enjoyed a bite of pain. He wasn’t really a sadist. He enjoyed giving just enough pain to be erotic for the right sub. He loved seeing pretty pink stripes or a well-tanned ass on a woman. He would never do anything that would harm one and was careful even when they asked for more than he was planning to give. Still, he kept a piece of himself locked away just in case. He didn’t want there to ever be any accidents because he lost control.
When he’d been a teenager, he’d had a horrible temper, and if he got into a fight, it always took Jackson to pull him off of the other guy before he seriously hurt him. Then in the army, he’d learned the skill of discipline. It had worked wonders on him. Those had been the best years until one night they had been out on patrol and come upon some members of the Taliban raping a young girl. He’d gone crazy. By the time they had been able to pull him off of the men responsible, it had been too late. He’d killed two men with his bare hands.
Fully ex
pecting to be court-martialed and end up serving time, Marx had been stunned to learn that they intended to recommend him for a medal. They had deserved to die for what they had done to the young teenage girl, but he’d had no right to make that decision and carry it out with his bare hands. His loss of control hadn’t been viewed that way at the time, but he never forgot it and would always keep that part of him under lock and key.
Jackson kept telling him that he wouldn’t hurt anyone, even by accident, but he didn’t want to take the chance and made sure anytime he played that Jackson was with him. He could make love to a woman alone, but he didn’t play without his brother. Now that they had found Kelly, the old fear resurfaced stronger than before. He knew it was because she mattered, and if they had their way, she would become their wife.
Could he avoid playing with her all alone if they married? Would she notice that he didn’t engage in scenes without Jackson there as well? Marx scrubbed his hands over his face and blew out a breath. Maybe he should confess his fear to her so she could make the decision if she wanted to be involved with them or not. It was only fair, but that would condemn his brother as well. That wasn’t fair to Jackson.
“Fuck!”
He couldn’t do it. Not only because of Jackson, but because he was just selfish enough that he wanted her anyway. He would keep that part of himself safe from her. He could do it. He had been doing it for years.
* * * *
At some point in the early morning hours, Marx had returned to bed. Kelly felt his hand covering her pussy and smiled. Jackson’s hand was on her breast. They were possessive men, and as long as they could control that part of themselves, she was happy enough to let them be the men they were.
She figured by the way the sun shone through the window that it was approaching noon. She would have to go home soon. She wasn’t surprised that it bothered her to think about it now. Loving them meant more stress because she would want to be with them all the time. It was too soon for something that serious even if they did ask her, and there was no guarantee they would.
An urge to go to the bathroom hit her, and she winced. She would have to wake them up to move. She figured she would try to get out of the bed without bothering them anyway. She carefully scooted up in the bed until she was sitting up against the headboard then climbed over Jackson and off the bed. She stood silently by the bed for several seconds to be sure they weren’t waking up before hurrying to the bathroom.
As soon as she had emptied her bladder and washed up, Kelly returned to the bedroom to see if the men had awakened while she’d been gone. Neither man had moved. She sighed and debated on whether to put on her clothes or not. Finally, she decided against it. They had wanted her naked while they were playing. She would compromise and find a T-shirt to pull on for the time being.
Lucky for her, the laundry room was just outside of the bedroom and there were several folded T-shirts to choose from. She pulled on a solid black one and hurried into the kitchen. She wanted something to eat. She figured she could cook breakfast for them this time.
Thirty minutes later, lured by the smell of coffee and food, the two men emerged from the bedroom wearing the pants they had worn the night before. She quickly poured two more cups of the heavenly brew and handed them over. After their first few sips, both men wrapped their arms around her and kissed her within an inch of her life. She finally broke away, laughing.
“Breakfast is going to burn if you don’t leave me alone.”
“Let it burn. I’d rather eat you.” Jackson snuck another kiss before she managed to pop him with the dishcloth.
They sat down and ate with Jackson talking about the ranch and all that went on with running one. Marx added comments here and there, but for the most part, he seemed content to let Jackson do the talking.
When they were finished, Kelly stood up and began to gather the dishes. Marx stopped her, taking the plates from her hands.
“We’ve got this. You cooked, we’ll clean. We didn’t bring you here to be a maid, kitten.”
“Why don’t you take a shower while we deal with this?” Jackson shooed her out of the room.
Kelly figured a shower would help clear her head, so she stripped off the T-shirt and adjusted the water temperature to her liking. She was so busy washing and thinking about where they went from there that she didn’t hear anything when Marx climbed into the shower behind her and nearly slipped when he touched her.
“Yikes!”
Marx wrapped his arms around her and held her steady. “Sorry, babe. I thought you heard me open the door.”
“Guess I was thinking too hard.” She leaned back into his embrace.
“Thinking too much is more like it.” He chuckled. “Let me wash your back for you.”
She relinquished her cloth and leaned forward with her hands placed against the back of the shower while he massaged soap across her shoulders and down her back. When he reached her ass, it was his bare hands that massaged the still-tender globes.
“I’ll put more cream on you when we dry off.” Marx’s husky voice plucked along her spine, pulling reactions from deep inside her cunt.
“God, that feels so good.” She couldn’t help pressing her ass outward as he ran his hands along her upper thighs.
“You’re really special, Kelly, so responsive and giving. I can’t get enough of you.”
She turned around and looked up into his eyes. They were heavy lidded with arousal. She wanted to show him how much he meant to her since she didn’t think she could say the words. Holding his gaze, she went to her knees at his feet and balanced herself with her hands against his thighs before leaning forward and running her tongue along the underside of his hard cock. He threw his head back and growled, breaking their eye contact. She ran her tongue down the length of him and licked his balls. His reaction was almost explosive. His hands clasped her head on either side as she ran her tongue back up and circled the mushroom cap beneath the rim.
“Fuck!”
She couldn’t prevent a small smile before she pulled back and looked up at him once again. He watched her as she dipped her tongue into the slit at the top of his dick and captured the pearl of pre-cum glistening there. His swift hiss at the sensation coupled with the wild taste of him nearly blew her mind. If it were possible to come while giving a blow job, Kelly was on the edge. She dug her fingers into his strong muscular thighs as she slowly lowered her head over his cock and sucked him to the back of her throat. He was so big she didn’t think she could deep throat him, but she was determined to try.
She relaxed her throat and flattened her tongue, breathing through her nose and took him deeper. Nails dug into her scalp, increasing her arousal to epic proportions. She swallowed around him then backed off as he gurgled above her.
“That was fucking amazing. Do it again, baby.”
She stroked him in and out of her mouth, suctioning as she pulled back before taking him down again. She took him to the back of her throat then deeper again and again. His strangled cries told her that he was close. She moved her hands from his thighs to his tight ass and squeezed as she bobbed up and down on his hard cock.
Kelly’s pussy was soaked, and the pulsing of her clit was driving her to distraction. She squeezed her thighs together to try and alleviate some of the pressure to climax, but it did little good. Her scalp burned from Marx’s grip and how he occasionally pulled on her hair. It added to the throb of need searing her nerve endings.
“So good. So damn good.” Marx’s voice was almost unrecognizable it had grown so deep and raspy.
She added a little edge of teeth to her upward pull, and his cock jerked in her mouth with each stroke. She felt his buttocks squeeze tight as he struggled to hold on while she sucked his thick dick with everything inside of her. His knees were locked, holding him in place while his hands where trying to direct her movements now.
Kelly ran a finger around to his perineum and pressed rhythmically while using her other hand to stroke a fingernail li
ghtly across his puckered opening. His reaction was intense and immediate. Marx threw back his head and roared like a lion, coming up on his toes as she swallowed around him. His hands fisted in her hair, adding to her burning need.
Thick ropes of cum filled her throat, and despite swallowing as fast as she could, it leaked into her mouth and out the corners. She swallowed again and again before cleaning his spent cock with her tongue and allowing it to slip from her mouth. She leaned her head against his pelvis, her breath coming in short, choppy gasps for several seconds. After a few seconds she was able to pull back and look up at how Marx had slumped over her with his hands braced on the wall behind her.
Finally he seemed to come back to himself. Standing up straight, he pulled her to her feet and pushed her back against the tile as his head bent and his mouth attacked hers. Lips, hell-bent on taking hers, feasted on her mouth with easy abandon. Then he was moving her head to match his needs and taking her higher than she had ever gone with a single kiss. It didn’t hurt that she was already so aroused that one touch would surely send her flying.
Everything converged as he nipped at her lips, drawing them in one at a time to nibble on and tease with his tongue. Even with her arms wrapped around his neck, she couldn’t get close enough to him. She wanted him inside of her but knew it was too soon after his recent climax.
As if reading her mind, he picked her up so that she had to wrap her legs around his waist and climbed out of the shower. He grabbed a towel and wrapped it around her back and shoulders before settling her on the bathroom counter and immediately burying his face between her legs. Kelly screamed at the first touch of his tongue on her pussy. The need that had built and simmered while she pleasured him ramped up even higher now that she was getting the action her body so desperately craved.
All he had to do was suck in her clit and she soared so high she felt light-headed. She dug her nails into his scalp before massaging it with her fingers in a convulsive rhythm only their bodies knew. Even as he lapped at the juices of her orgasm, his fingers teased the opening to her cunt. The initial orgasm, though explosive, had only taken the edge off, and another one bloomed on the horizon.