Tangled in Divine [Divine Creek Ranch 14] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Heather Rainier

  Her emotions must’ve shown in her eyes because they both paused and gazed at her. No words were needed as the bittersweetness of the moment descended on them.

  The tearing in her heart was growing and spreading, until Chris moved suddenly, climbing into the tub and plopping down with a big splash. The tidal wave sent bathwater gushing over the edge of the tub and Gwen giggled. “Cannonball?” With purpose glowing in his eyes, Chris gently grasped her upper arms and drew her into his lap, creating a place for Julián in the cramped tub.

  Julián shook his head and chuckled as he pulled towels out of the linen closet and opened them over the big puddle of water that flooded the bathroom and soaked his cowboy boots. After he was finished undressing, he climbed into the tub with them, which raised the level of the water to the very edge.

  Chris rubbed his hardened cock against her hip. “Feeling better? How’s your elbow?” He lifted her arm to look at it and she noticed the redness had diminished somewhat.

  “Much better.” She wasn’t shaking anymore either, and the way he was massaging her arms, legs, and shoulders was igniting heat within her as well. The throbbing in her elbow was imperceptible compared to the throbbing below her waist. He lathered his hands with her scented bodywash and she lay back against his chest as his soapy hands roamed to her breasts. He stroked her beaded nipples with his fingertips, lightly scraping over them with his fingernails, drawing a shudder from deep inside her that spread through her whole body.

  “Too much?” he asked with a hint of concern in his voice as he pulled his hands away.

  She caught his hands in hers and pressed them back to her breasts. “Don’t stop. It’s perfect.” He relaxed and continued stroking her, extending his touch to her collarbones and throat, weaving a spell of languor through her that Julián added to as he caressed her legs.

  Her hair grew damp from the bathwater as she lay there but she didn’t care. She loved the way Julián manipulated her toes and then her insteps, slowly working his way up her calves until hope and curiosity filled her, wondering how high he’d go and if their hands would meet in the middle. Her cunt pulsed with hot excitement at the prospect.

  Allowing her eyelids to close as she nestled against Chris, Gwen was content to savor their touch as the heat of the bathwater relaxed her. Closing her eyes permitted her to take in this moment with just her sense of touch, and it was wonderful and overwhelming. She didn’t think she’d ever get used to the sensation of two pairs of hands roaming on her flesh, seeking to pleasure her.

  A shakiness of a different sort filled her as Chris trailed a hand into the bathwater, cupped some in his hand, and lifted it up to let it run over her nipple. He repeated the process several times as Julián lifted her legs and positioned one on the outer edge of the tub and the other on the edge next to the wall, spreading her open. The bubbles in the tub were few and she knew he could see her spread pussy through the bathwater. She’d kept her eyes closed so she guessed at the look on his face and the state of his hardening cock, at least until he shifted and positioned his calves along her inner thighs, holding them open. The hairs on his legs slid against her and even that sensation was erotic.

  He slid a hand over each of her feet, stroking the instep with a light touch before moving upward to her shins and knees. Her pussy was swollen with excitement and she hoped he’d touch her now. She kept her eyes closed to draw out the suspense as he circled her knees with dripping fingers and then began the ascent along her inner thighs. A soft sound filled the room and she realized it was her, moaning.

  Chris traced his fingertips from one hip bone to the other under the water as he rubbed his palm against the undersides of her breasts and then slid it down, over her belly button, strumming her, teasing her with an up-and-down movement, never near enough to her pussy as Julián’s fingertips came closer and closer. Her cunt throbbed with need and lust burned inside Gwen as she neared the point of begging.

  She arched her back, circling her hips, hoping to get one of them to put their hands on her where she wanted them the most and she felt the chuckle rumbling in Chris’s chest. He pressed back against her and she trembled at the feel of his big, long cock pressed against her lower back. Soon she’d have that monster right where she wanted it.

  “Tell us what you want, love,” Julián murmured, his voice sounding gravelly and slightly strained as his fingertips rose inexorably higher.

  “Your hands on me…in me…then fuck me. Both of you,” she whispered with a groan as she writhed between them.

  Chris let out a deep breath as he slid his hand to her mound, rubbing back and forth, up and down, until his fingertips slid into her cleft and over her clit. Her cunt responded with a convulsion that was nearly painful and she froze, holding on to Chris’s biceps as his finger slid over her clit and right into her pulsing opening. He pumped in and out, and she rocked her hips in rhythm with his motion, feeling herself tighten all around his finger as the orgasm came close to cresting but not quite. She arched again, lifting her pelvis to take more of him. Heat filled her cheeks, and she gasped as Julián slid his fingers to the apex of her thighs and underneath to her butt cheeks. Without hesitation, he pressed a finger against her anus, and she tilted her head back, reaching behind Chris to hold on to his shoulders, seeking leverage.

  The rocking of her hips became more pronounced as Julián massaged the ring of muscle, which they’d trained with the plugs to allow him entry at the pressure. All her experiences with them playing with the plugs came back to her now. They hadn’t just used them to stretch her sphincter. They’d also used them during foreplay and sex, getting her used to the sensation of entry in that forbidden opening until it turned her on every bit as much as playing with her clit or her cunt.

  Her foot nearest the wall slipped on the wet edge of the tub and Julián took hold of her ankle and gently lifted it even higher, opening her further, providing her with a little more leverage.

  Chris added a second finger to the first pumping in and out of her pussy. She ground against his hand and Julián’s trying to take his digit inside her ass as he pressed it against her, purposely teasing her.

  “Please!” she gasped as the orgasm built to a fever pitch within. “Please! I’m so close!”

  Julián lifted her leg a bit farther and she howled as Chris finger-fucked her a little harder and Julián’s finger finally slid deep, creating a burn in her that filled her body and overwhelmed her with its intensity as the climax struck her hard.

  “Yes!” she screamed as both men gave her what she craved, stroking her through each orgasmic wave until she went limp between them. Her hands lay on Chris’s shoulders on either side of her head and Julián lowered her hips against Chris’s pelvis.

  Chris growled at the stimulation against his cock. “Damn, that was fucking hot.”

  Gwen blinked and opened her eyes and looked into Julián’s dark, dark eyes which were at that moment filled with heat, lust, and intention. He said, “I’d give anything to hear that sound every day.”

  “Hmm?” she asked as he lowered her foot into the tub and then rose to a standing position.

  Julián’s cock pointed straight up, proud and rigid as he looked into her eyes. “The sounds you make when you come.”

  She took a deep breath and moaned as Chris stroked her mound playfully. “You do, practically every day.”

  Chris nodded his head next to hers and whispered, “You’ve spoiled us with it too.”

  “I think I’m the one who is spoiled.” She yawned and stretched, feeling very decadent as she stroked her breasts and tweaked at her nipples, before sliding her hands down to Chris’s that was still playing with her pussy. “I want your cock right here. Buried deep inside me.”

  Julián climbed from the tub and reached for towels for the three of them. “I’ll turn down the bed and get everything ready.”

  “I’ll mop up the floor,” Chris replied as he helped her stand in the tub and they both climbed out.

  Hi
s cock was enormous, brushing hotly against her belly as she turned to him and murmured, “Thanks for doing that.”

  Chris grinned. “Doing what?” he asked, but the tenderness in his eyes told her he knew exactly what she was talking about. The way he’d dispersed the heavy emotions earlier with his seemingly impulsive entry into the tub.

  Without another word, she pulled him down to kiss her and then took the towel he offered and quickly dried off.

  Excitement and lust coursed in her veins like searing lava as she entered her bedroom and watched as the men climbed into the bed, armed with condoms and lubricant.

  She paused at the end of the bed, trying to choose her words wisely before she spoke. She knew what she wanted but didn’t want to say words she couldn’t take back. Words she wanted desperately to say but couldn’t.

  “You know I’m on the pill. I’ve known you both long enough to know you’re telling me the truth when you say you’re clean and there have been no other women for a while. For whatever time…remains to us here, I want to go without barriers.”

  Their pleased smiles lit them from inside and she squeaked when Chris suddenly pounced on her as she crawled between them and kissed, sucked, and nibbled at her throat.

  He lay back in the center of the bed and pulled her atop him and went to town making hungry sounds as he kissed his way down her throat. She giggled when he motorboated between her breasts, ever the one to bring humor to a charged moment. Then he changed gears and made her forget everything as he suckled tenderly at one of her nipples while rubbing the other one with the side of his thumb. Her juices leaked from her cunt, and a tremor ran through her when her clit made contact with his hard shaft. She couldn’t wait to feel him inside her with no barrier between them.

  He looked up at her with a heavy-lidded gaze and she knew he was doing his best to pleasure her while holding back his inner emotions. She didn’t know how she knew that but she did. Maybe it was because she was doing the same. She heard the click of the bottle of lubricant as it was snapped open and Chris slid both hands around her rib cage and down her spine to her butt cheeks.

  Chris cupped both cheeks in his palms and spread them, and Julián pressed a couple of slick fingers to her rear opening, sending such a quaking shudder through her she thought she might orgasm. Chris’s movement was a simple one, intended to aid Julián as he prepared her asshole, and to help Julián enter her there, but the way they worked together sent her lust shooting to the stratosphere. Julián rubbed and lubed her asshole until she felt as though sparks were shooting off in her nerve endings.

  Julián finished and drew her to a sitting position astride Chris, and handed him the lube, which he applied to his big cock. She didn’t think she needed it, as wet as they’d both gotten her, but then again she’d never been stuffed full of two big, thick cocks and she was willing to err on the side of over-lubrication if it set their minds at ease.

  Gwen lifted her head and looked Chris in the eye, wanting to memorize the feel of his flexing chest muscles under her hands, the way the head of his cock would stretch her before sliding deep, the look on his face telling her that his pleasure was great.

  It was there on the tip of her tongue and in the depths of his sweet brown eyes.

  I love you.

  She reached between them and positioned him, and he grasped her hips, gently pushing her down onto him, impaling her with his rigid length. His heat filled her, stretching her, sliding deep into her slick cunt.

  “Fuck me, I love watching you two,” Julián growled.

  She looked behind her and smiled at the way Julián’s gaze was riveted on their joining bodies. She arched her back as she circled her hips and pumped on Chris’s cock, enjoying the way he pushed deeper inside her, claiming every bit of her.

  She imagined Julián’s perspective, watching the way Chris’s big cock parted her lips, slid in, and pulled nearly all the way out with each stroke, only to plunge deeper each time, until she was filled to the root with his massive organ. Each time he pulled out he was probably wetter and wetter with her cream, and they both groaned simultaneously as lust consumed her and she moved faster, her cunt flooding with more slick moisture until Chris could thrust easily in and out. This was the moment she’d waited for, when she knew he wouldn’t hold back anymore.

  It was also the precise instant Julián laid his hand on her lower back to stop her movements. Chris grasped her hips, need and strain making his jaw tense. “Darlin’, I want to last for this. Stop and give Julián a chance to catch up and for me to slow down. I don’t want to come until we’re all ready. You feel too good.”

  Julián whispered, “Lie down on Chris, love, and show me your ass.” She nodded in understanding as she panted and settled on Chris’s big, broad chest. During their sex play, she’d discovered that she loved their dirty talk even more than she’d thought possible. She especially loved it when Julián talked about taking her ass and warned her that soon he’d demand that she show it to him, spread her butt cheeks, and take his cock whenever he wanted her to, anywhere he wanted her to—in the bedroom, the barn, down at the creek—and she knew she’d become his willing sex slave if he’d just keep talking in that masterful tone.

  Chris kissed her jaw and said, “Earth to Gwen?”

  She blinked and smiled. “Sorry, I was just imagining…”

  Julián rubbed the head of his cock against her anus and carefully pushed forward. “Imagining what, love?”

  “All the different places I want you to fuck me. All the different ways. You make me crazy with lust, and I want to do it all with you. Both of you.”

  Julián placed his hand at the small of her back and Chris held her cheeks. Julián groaned as the pressure from the head of his cock created that delicious burn in her ass that they’d taught her to associate with pleasure. She didn’t tense up at his intrusion. She pushed back in small increments, moaning softly as he slid in and stopped, giving her time to stretch and adjust.

  Showing amazing restraint, Julián said, “We need to plan that little picnic down at the creek soon.”

  Gwen arched her back and breathed out. “Clothing optional?”

  Julián covered her back with his chest and thrust deep. “Very optional. Fuck, that’s incredible.”

  Incredible didn’t begin to cover the sensation. At first, she felt incapable of moving below the waist. She was literally stuffed full of rock-hard cocks. Julián lifted his chest off of her and pulled out a bit and thrust gently.

  “Fuck, yes,” she whispered as every nerve inside her pelvic regions fired to life, filling her with such pleasure it was almost painful. Julián pulled nearly free of her ass then slid back in and Chris grasped her hips and thrust against her too.

  Chris’s voice was shaky as he whispered, “Feels so good, darlin’. Even better than I imagined. Perfect.”

  She braced herself with her hands on his shoulders so she could rock her hips and it didn’t take long before that urgent sensation, that unrestrained momentum took control again. She moved between them and lost track of time. The metronome inside her moved to its own beat, with Julián and Chris keeping time with their thrusts until the crescendo came within reach.

  “Julián, Chris, it’s coming! I feel it!”

  Julián wrapped his arms around her and held her tight as they thrust with renewed vigor. “Yes, love, take it!”

  Her heartbeat thundered in her ears like a bass drum and the orgasm was upon her, shattering her to her core and sending her into space. She screamed her pleasure, and was echoed by her men. Moving with every pulse, she felt powerful, yet weightless, as her world exploded in a sea of ecstasy.

  Gwen opened her eyes when she became aware of the pounding sound at her left ear. She realized she must’ve lost a few seconds of time because now her cheek was pressed against Chris’s chest and it was his racing heartbeat she heard.

  Julián stroked her back as he sat up and gently pulled his softening cock from her ass. “I’ll be back. Don’t
move.”

  “No worries,” she lisped against Chris’s chest. “I don’t think I can.”

  Chris chuckled and stroked her hair from her damp face. “You were incredible, darlin’.” She loved the feel of his fingertips as they feathered through the strands, lightly tugging, causing a pleasant ripple of gooseflesh to raise on her back and shoulder. More. I want more.

  “Weren’t so bad yourself,” she whispered, unable to lift her head, which was just as well because tears prickled in the backs of her eyes. They’d spoiled her thoroughly rotten and ruined her for all other men.

  After Julián had cleaned her up, he helped her off of Chris and into the bed nestled against Chris, before returning to the bathroom to shower.

  Chris held her quietly, stroking her hair as she lay with her face pressed against his throat. Several times he swallowed or cleared his throat. She didn’t question if he was all right. She was fighting the lump in her throat as well.

  She was drifting to sleep to the rhythm of his heartbeat when Julián rejoined them, and she reached back to clasp hands with him. He squeezed as tight as he could to her without being on top of her, and she prayed that the night would never end. The pain of leaving her ranch in Colorado was dwarfed, compared to the pain she faced when she left Divine…and the pain she would cause.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  The following Saturday, their day off, Chris pulled his T-shirt off and wiped the sweat from his brow with it and threw it over his shoulder. He paused and looked around the yard of the Wilson Ranch from where he stood outside the barn. The trees were still barren skeletons but things had begun to green up here and there and the view from the hilltop was beautiful.

  But the best thing about all of it was the woman inside the ranch house right then. He’d watched Gwen earlier, working with Tutti in the arena out back where Gwen had set up barrels. The two of them were like the wind, moving through the cloverleaf pattern, racing the clock. He’d memorized the moment, knowing the clock was ticking down on their ménage fantasy come true, and it was killing him.