Shared by the Mountain Men

by Eddie Cleveland

  Levi escapes my line of vision while Chase lays me back on the blanket and begins to explore every inch of my body with his sweet, tender lips. He kisses a trail down my collarbone and down to my breasts. I’m lost in the pleasure of his mouth when Levi returns and places the bag down beside us.

  As Chase nibbles and sucks a path down to the wetness between my thighs, Levi straddles my shoulders, grabbing his cock by the base, and guides it to my lips. “Suck me off.” His voice is raspy and demanding. I don’t think, I just open my mouth and let his thick member slide over my tongue, deep into my mouth until I think he’s going to fill my throat.

  Chase grabs each of my thighs in his hands and digs his fingers into my flesh as he spreads me open wide. His tongue darts between my lower lips, suckling and flickering on my clit.

  I purr against Levi’s cock while Chase brings me to new heights. He wasn’t kidding about eating pie. He loves slurping and diving into a sweet peach.

  Levi’s cock twitches in my mouth and I get ready to swallow his cum, but just as I’m sure he’s about to shoot his seed down my throat he pulls out and moves off of me. Chase holds my thighs tight in his grasp and swirls his tongue expertly over my clit again and again until I’m screaming to the sky above and a wave of bliss wracks my body.

  “Oh, my, fuck!” I scream. Lucky for me, no one can hear me. Only the two guys driving me to the brink of my sanity.

  I shudder and shiver against Chase, but he’s clearly just gotten started. Before I can even open my eyes, his fingers travel up to my hips and he flips me over quickly onto my belly. As much effort as he just put into eating my pussy, he puts even more into eating my ass. His tongue slides up between my cheeks and flickers against my asshole. I get on all fours, pressing my head down onto the blanket so my ass is swaying in the air, and enjoy the sensation.

  Levi sits back down on the blanket next to me and pulls me over onto him. I straddle his legs, grinding my soaking wet pussy against his thick and ready cock. He fists the base of it again and guides it to my entrance, easily sliding it inside me in one long, relentless thrust. Behind me, Chase is still trying to get my ass ready for him when I remember I’ve come prepared.

  “Chase, open my bag. I brought lube.” My voice is breathy and quick as I open my legs wide and Levi’s cock fills me.

  Chase moves away from behind me for a second and returns quickly. “Dirty girl,” he muses before pouring a cold splash of KY over my sensitive asshole. He thrusts his thick finger inside me, twisting it as he pushes it inside, and I gulp. I’m already so full. With only Levi’s cock inside me and Chase’s finger, I might burst wide-open. How can I really take them both at the same time?

  Chase pulls his finger out and replaces it with the tip of his fat dick at my ass. He pushes it up in past my cheeks and to my back entrance. I can feel the intense pressure as he thrusts inside me, steadily, relentlessly, until I’m so full I know there’s no way I can take another inch.

  Levi pumps into me from the front as he lowers his head to my breasts and pulls one of my nipples into his mouth. Chase slides his cock deeper into my ass and the two men take a second to find their rhythm as they fuck me from both sides.

  I’m overwhelmed. My body is stretched out to its max and the intensity of my pleasure is making my eyes roll back in my head and strange sounds spew from my lips.

  Both men thrust into me quicker, filling me, pushing past my boundaries, past my limits. They teach me I can take both of them, all of them, and that I’m completely being branded by them.

  I mewl loudly as they grunt and thrust into me. Chase tugs my hair at the base of my neck and my ass tightens around him. He growls in my ear as Levi holds my hips tight and pumps into me fast.

  “Oh shit, I’m gonna…oh fuck!” I stare at the wide blue sky above as tears streak down my cheeks and red hot bliss sets every cell in my body on fire with pleasure. The feeling of both men slipping and sliding in and out of my body at the same time is too much. It’s amazing. Chase bites down on my shoulder and his thrusts grow ragged as the first spurts of his cum fill my ass. Levi tosses his head back and shudders as he fills my pussy with his hot jizz.

  Being filled by both of them, with both of their seed at the same time brings on another nerve-wracking orgasm. It shudders through me, leaving me weak and limp and sandwiched between the two cowboys.

  Chase kisses my neck and pulls out of my ass and some of his seed spills out as he does. I roll down from Levi and lie motionless between them. All of us are panting hard and staring up at the sky.

  “How was that?” Chase murmurs as he throws his arm over me and snuggles in against my back tight.

  “Amazing,” I answer honestly. I cuddle into Levi’s chest and get wrapped up in both men’s arms. I can’t believe this all started as an assignment I dreaded. A fucked up situation where my co-worker stole my dream vacation. Now look at me, not only living a dream, but every girl’s fantasy.

  Eat your fucking heart out, Glenda.

  THE END

  Three’s Company

  MFM Short Story

  Chapter 1 - Mackenzie

  Thud, thud, thud!

  Ugh, what the hell is that? I pinch my eyes closed tighter, not ready to face whatever is causing the sound of an elephant doing cardio in the empty side of my duplex townhouse.

  Eireech! Slam!

  My pulse quickens as my blood pressure threatens to blow the roof off this house.

  Thunk! Crash!

  That’s it! I spring my angry eyes open and they feel dry from the lack of sleep I’ve gotten. Sitting up in my bed, I can see that the sun still hasn’t even fully risen yet. Only light streaks of rays are beginning to break through the edges of my blinds. My burning eyes gaze over at my phone reading me the ungodly time of seven fifteen a.m.

  Who the hell is doing renovations or what the fuck ever is making so much noise at this time of day? I tilt my head and don’t hear anything.

  Breathing a sigh of relief, I let my eyes flutter closed and I slump back against my mattress, snuggling comfortably under my blankets.

  I’m not what you’d call a morning person on the best of days. I feel sleep begin to roll over me like a warm, wonderful fog.

  Plunk, crunch!

  Fuck! I pop up in my bed like a jack-in-the-box and swing my feet over the side. This is ridiculous. I don’t know who is hosting a three-ring circus next door, but Barnum and Bailey better shut that shit down.

  I stomp across my cool tile floor and shiver, despite the rage boiling my blood. Anyone who says San Diego doesn’t get cold in the winter is a liar. I mean, obviously it’s not buried in a mountain of snow type of cold, but there’s a distinct nip in the air late at night. Or in this case, in the early mornings.

  I grab my little silk housecoat and cinch it around my waist. The pink fabric slides against my upper thighs as each new sound from the other side of my duplex drives nails into my brain. I step into my slippers and burst out of my bedroom door like a hurricane.

  Storming down the flight of stairs, I fling my front door open and see a long U-Haul facing me. It’s parked on the street. Flames of anger lick up in my belly as I see that it’s also blocking my little red car in my driveway.

  “Okay,” I seethe through clenched teeth, “that is it!” I walk to the open front door only a few feet from mine and peer inside for the rude new neighbor who thought this would be the ideal time to move in.

  However, all I see are a graveyard of boxes, lined up like tombstones across the living room.

  “Hello?” I call in, straining my tired eyes as I search for a human face. Of course, I don’t see anyone. I don’t hear anyone either.

  I know I shouldn’t do it, but I step inside. With the same open concept design as my side of the building, I can see there’s no one on the main floor. I take the stairs to the upper level and am shocked when I don’t see anyone in the bedrooms either. Just boxes. So many boxes.

  “Can I help you?” I startle at the deep, serio
us voice cutting through the silence.

  I turn and my voice catches in my throat as my eyes travel over a tall, sexy man frowning at me. I can’t help but notice the colorful sleeves of tattoos blazed over his arms or how his skin-tight tank top licks the ridges of his abs.

  I clear my throat and somehow find my tongue, not to mention my temper, “Yes, I suppose you can. Who are you?” I throw my hand on my hip indignantly jutting my chin out at the stranger.

  “Who am I? You’re the one breaking into my house, who are you?” He levels me with his mahogany eyes.

  The man makes a good point.

  “Well, the only reason I came in here was to tell you to keep it down. Do you have any idea what time it is? Who moves into a new place first thing in the morning?” I snap back at him.

  “People who have a lot of unpacking to do if they want their place put together by night,” his voice rumbles like an earthquake. We get a lot of those in California. Yet, they never make me as wet as his deep baritone is now.

  “Well, that’s pretty inconsiderate you know. Not to mention a shitty way to introduce yourself to the neighbors.” He shakes his head at me and laughs. The anger that was starting to shrink down inside me flares back up.

  “You’re kidding, right?” He smirks. I’d be more pissed if he didn’t look so damned sexy with that half-cocked smile on his scruffy face.

  “I most certainly am not!”

  “You came over here, in your nightie and slippers, broke into my house actually,” he shakes his head in disbelief, “to lecture me on making a bad first impression on the neighbors? You don’t see the irony in that?”

  Well, I didn’t.

  I open my mouth to answer, but another voice cuts me off.

  “Hey, man, you just took off on me. You taking a break or what?” A toned man who doesn’t look any older than the first comes around the corner. “Whoa, who’s she?” He jerks his thumb at me.

  My heart pounds in my chest as I struggle not to drool over all this man candy. My God, as if Mr. Tall, Dark and Tattooed wasn’t making it hard enough to concentrate. Now I’ve got to try to form coherent sentences with his friend Mr. Yoga Body with the blond, shaggy hair and clean cut jaw that’s so sharp it looks like it could cut diamonds.

  For a moment, the sight of them overwhelms me in the best possible way. I realize my famous temper has almost been as dampened as my underwear with my desire.

  Under different circumstances, meeting these two guys could bring on some amazing opportunities.

  “I’m Mackenzie,” I answer the blond guy’s question. “And I don’t appreciate being woken up with all the noise, for one. For two, you’ve blocked in my car with your truck.”

  “So, let me get this straight,” the dark-haired guy responds, “you’re pissed that it’s early and we woke you up?”

  “Right,” I nod curtly.

  “But you’re also pissed that you can’t get your car out, you know, when you were sleeping,” his dark eyes twinkle as he wordlessly calls checkmate on my complaints.

  I puff back up, ready to give him another earful, but his friend holds up his hands.

  “Yo, don’t be a dick. Sorry Mackenzie, we weren’t being very thoughtful. I’m Luke,” he holds out his hand and I shake it, his eyes are so blue, I can almost hear the crashing waves of the ocean as I gaze into them.

  “And never mind this grump,” Luke tilts his head toward the dark-haired man still brooding in the doorway, “Jake’s a writer, so he’s not actually that good with people. He writes them pretty good, but talking to them when they’re all living and breathing and shit, that’s not his strong suit.” He smiles easily and I can’t help but smile back.

  “Yeah? Well for someone who’s so talented at meeting people, it’s too bad none of them will give you a real job,” Jake shoots back and rolls his eyes.

  “Dude, you know that’s a dagger right here, right?” He taps his long fingers over his heart and I chuckle. “My jewelry is my job, man. Anyway, stop being so mean.”

  “Whatever,” Jake answers, then his eyes hold mine in another stare down. “I’ll tell you what, let’s make a deal, we’ll try to be quieter and move our truck out of your way and you try not to make a habit of breaking and entering. Sound fair?” He folds his tattooed arms over his broad chest and I can’t help but lick my lips.

  “Fine,” I can feel my nipples form into little peaks against my nightie. I’m sure this thin robe is doing nothing to hide the fact. “Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going back to sleep. I was up late last night bartending and I’m exhausted,” I try to be snippy but my temper is like a solar flare. It burns hot and bright in a flash and then it’s over. Still, I try to keep my head held high as I brush past the two hard-bodied men and make my way down their stairs. I throw my red hair, fiery like maple leaves in autumn over my shoulder and make my grand exit.

  Seconds later, I’m in my side of the duplex and close the door behind me. I lean back on it and breathe deeply as the images of those perfect men replay themselves in my mind.

  I need a shower. But I know there’s no scrubbing these dirty thoughts from my mind.

  Chapter 2 - Mackenzie

  The warm water cascades over my skin as I tilt my head back toward the shower head. I feel my long, curly hair grow from my elbow down to my waist as the weight of the water pulls out the bounce.

  There was no point in going back to bed. Not when I’m all worked up like this. I reach for my bodywash and squeeze a little puddle of the ivory liquid onto my washcloth before working up a lather of bubbles. The soap leaves a trail of shimmer on my skin as I drag the cloth down my arms and across my breasts.

  With my eyes closed, I picture my new neighbors in here with me. Jake, the dark and brooding one is washing my breasts while, in my mind, Luke, the blond one is kissing a path down my neck.

  Mmmm.

  I let my fingers slide between my closely shaved lips and find my clit as I let the fantasy unfold. The two of them are so tall, so powerful, they could do anything they wanted to me. The thought gets my heart racing as I imagine twice the hands on my body. Twice the tongues licking and savoring every inch of me. Twice the cocks filling me.

  “Ohhh,” I slap my palm against the tile wall of the shower as my orgasm shudders through me quickly.

  Damn, I guess I was even more worked up than I thought. I didn’t even need to grab my waterproof rabbit vibrator to help me finish the job.

  I smile as my muscles finally unwind and my tension eases in the glow of my bliss. It might have been annoying to wake up the way I did today, but my annoyance has washed down the drain with my vanilla scented bodywash.

  After all, what’s a little annoyance for an orgasm like that? I figure we’re even.

  Chapter 3 - MacKenzie

  I raise my hands over my head and twist into a long stretch as I open my eyes. The guys next door made good on their word to keep things down and I managed to get caught up on some sleep with a catnap.

  Finally feeling rested, I happily hop out of bed and grab my phone. I’m shocked when it tells me it’s after eight in the evening. I must have been more tired that I realized.

  That’s the thing about working nights, they leave you like some kind of modern vampire, permanently unable to deal with daylight hours.

  And the thing with working in a bar, even a classy whiskey bar like I do, is that on your days off, the last place you want to go is out to clubs or pubs. No, tonight is all mine and I’m going to enjoy every second of it curled up on the couch with my Kindle. Maybe later I’ll catch up on some of the shows I’ve been missing with a huge, buttery bowl of popcorn. But right now, all I want to do is get lost in a nice, light read.

  I head to the bathroom to brush my teeth and gasp at the state of my red locks. More like red fireball, damn it, this is why I don’t go to bed with wet hair! I frown at myself in the mirror, thinking about how long it’s going to take to fix this mess.

  I run my hands under the tap and smoo
th them over my wild hair until it’s completely damp, but manageable. I’ll grab my spray conditioner in a second, but first I brush my teeth.

  No sooner than I spit into the sink do I hear a blast of music from my neighbors. Oh well, I shrug in the mirror. If they’re going to be loud, this is the time of day I don’t care. Unlike seven in the morning, when I can’t function.

  I smile as my mind replays my introduction to Jake and Luke this morning. I know I shouldn’t have been so angry, but sometimes it’s just impossible to contain this temper inside. My mother had it. Her mother had it. There’s a long line of Irish in these veins. Maybe that’s why I’m such a natural at the whiskey bar.

  “MacKenzie!” I tilt my head as my name interrupts my thoughts. Peeping out the bathroom window down at my front lawn, I slump my shoulders over and sigh.

  “No,” I moan. “Not him. Not now.”

  I cringe as Chris stands on the small patch of green shared by me and the new neighbors holding an 80’s style boombox overhead and yells out my name again.

  Fuck.

  Here’s the other downside to working my job, without fail, you get some sad, clingy patron who is utterly convinced that you’re somehow the one for him.

  Chris is harmless, but he’s a pest. A persistent one at that. The first time he walked into my bar with his group of friends, I felt sorry for him. He was out of place with the strong, sexy men who surrounded him. Like an adult child, I could easily picture him at home playing with his still-in-the-package collector’s item comic book toys. The very grown and very hot guys he showed up with couldn’t be less like him. Where he looked like he might still watch Sesame Street, they looked like Leonardo DiCaprio and his friends from the Wolf of Wall Street.

  “MacKenzie!” He cries out again, ripping me back to the scene unfolding below.

  I sigh and rush downstairs, flinging my front door open with anger for the second time today.

  “Chris, what the fuck are you doing? Do you think you’re in an 80’s movie? Put that thing down and get out of here,” I point at the boombox he holds over his head.