by Mandy Monroe
Bain lowered himself in the back of the canoe and slowly paddled them out so others had room to load themselves in waiting canoes.
“Sorry again for bumping into you. I seem to always be running into you, literally.”
She gave a nervous little laugh.
“A girl my size keeps slamming into you, you must wish you had extra padding to protect you against me.”
“Not at all.” Bain shrugged, a lopsided grin lifting one corner of his mouth. “Quite the opposite actually.”
Maura turned to look at him with a mix of doubt and confusion. She looked as if she doubted she heard him correctly but shifted back and began paddling instead. Bain watched her from behind. She was curved nicely and sitting behind her in the canoe lent him the perfect view of her backside plump and pushed against the seat of the canoe.
Her dark hair was pulled into a ponytail and pulled through a baseball cap. He could see the tiny tendrils of hair, sweaty and curled at the nape of her neck, and wanted to kiss her there.
Bain made every excuse to touch her. He tapped her on the shoulder or grazed her neck to point out some random fact or spotting animals. The way goose bumps broke out on her skin when he touched her encouraged him in his sensual pursuit. He continued until a particularly tricky bend near the end of the trail.
Bain couldn’t help but admire Maura’s natural canoeing ability. She handled herself very well. She was very responsive to the direction of the canoe, water, and what he would need from her. He hadn’t worked this well with anyone since … well, no one but Gavin. She moved in sync with him instinctively. Visions popped in his mind of how responsive she would be in other, more naked, areas. These visions distracted him just long enough for the canoe to maneuver into a rock formation at the wrong angle and almost tip the canoe over.
Bain watched in horror as Maura tipped to one side and out into the churning water. It felt like an eternity before she surfaced amidst the rocks and white water. His heart stopped. She sputtered a bit and indicated she was OK. Bain blew out the breath he didn’t realize he was holding and reached for her, grabbing the front of her jacket. He hauled her into the boat, dragging her up, and she ended sprawled across his body on the bottom of the canoe.
She looked at him with surprise, lips forming a little ‘o’ of shock. Bain’s control was already frayed but losing her like that, even for a moment, shook him deeply. Without thinking he palmed the nape of her neck and pulled her down to his mouth for a kiss. Her lips were cool from the water but her mouth was hot. The taste of her mouth was addictive and Bain was a willing junkie. His tongue swept her mouth and she nibbled his lip.
Bain was on the verge of taking her there when a sound finally pierced his consciousness. He reluctantly parted from her sweet mouth to sit them both back upright and signal to everyone that they were OK. Out of the corner of his eye he saw her brush her fingertips against her lips softly with an aroused but confused look on her face. He liked knowing that she was affected by him, too. It would be too much to be the only one feeling unsettled by attraction.
Chapter Four
Mate?
What exactly was that supposed to mean? Like buddy? Was that what all this was?
Maura’s gaze bounced back and forth between the two men. She felt trapped. She was pinned down by a steely blue gaze on one side and a deep brown on the other. She bit the inside of her cheek under their scrutiny. She had no idea how to respond. What was she supposed to do say something like, Hey sorry but I am equally attracted to both of you. She was completely out of her element.
Fatty Moo-ra isn’t supposed to have men after her like this. Not one, much less two. There had to be some kind of catch. Maybe they wanted to seduce her and film it for internet porn or something?
“I don’t think I understand.”
“Ask whatever you want. I can see something interesting is going on in that beautiful head of yours.” Gavin held his arms out to the side.
“What does that mean? Mate?”
Gavin and Bain both exchanged a look. Gavin was usually the more vocal of the two, but it was Bain who spoke first this time.
“In our family, we mate for life. It’s sort of like marriage but there really isn’t a divorce system where we’re from.”
Maura’s brows knitted in a frown. “Are you from some kind of cult?”
Bain’s chuckle rumbled deep in his chest and even while all wound up and distressed, the sound still relaxed something deep in her chest.
“Not quite.” Bain directed her to a chair. “There’s a lot we all need to talk about. You might as well sit.”
Maura sat with a plop and the resulting jiggle she felt was a harsh reminder of why she shouldn’t be in this seat. It should be some Barbie porn star looking woman, not her. She couldn’t help but feel like she was being tricked. This wasn’t supposed to happen outside of the movies.
“The people in my family have unique … traits”
Maura lifted one brow. Here it comes.
“My family, and people like my family with this same trait, have mates. It’s a lot like what you would call soul mates. Once you find your mate you complete and balance each other. There have never been known to have a divorce among them because they are all happily mated. Family legend says we find the one who completes our soul and tames our beast.”
“How do you know I am a mate to both of you?”
“We’re both having a mate reaction to you.”
“A mate reaction?”
“Yes.”
“What is that?”
“Can’t stop thinking about you. Intense reaction to your presence and over exaggerated aggression towards other males in your close proximity. Also, the irrational and constant need to mark you.”
“MARK ME?”
Gavin stepped over and put his hands on her shoulders, directing her back to her seat when she shot up to stand. When she was again seated comfortably, Gavin pulled up a chair in front of her, taking both her hands in his.
“Calm down. A more delicate way of putting that is a driving need to be able to lay claim to you. Not to make you a possession but as a way of securing affection. It’s a way to ward other men away from trying to hit on you.”
Maura was sure she looked like an imbecile staring at him open mouthed. They both wanted to … what? Go steady? Together? Gavin continued when he saw the lingering look of confusion on her face.
“Maura, we aren’t aggressive toward each other. We think you’re both our mates.”
“So, what? Am I to be passed around like a timeshare?”
“If that’s what you want.”
Maura didn’t want to be a part time partner to anyone. That wasn’t what she imagined for herself. She wanted ONE happy family not two. She couldn’t cause tension between the two men which had to eventually happen. Then something Gavin had said sunk in far enough to register in her brain. They weren’t aggressive towards each other. Did they mean to share her, at the same time? Maura waited for a wave of disgust to wash over her at the thought but something much darker and more erotic flooded her veins instead.
She couldn’t get that thought out of her mind. She felt a rush of wetness in her panties and pressed her thighs together.
“Or? What’s my other options?”
“Maura, many people like us wait for a very, very long time looking for their mate. You have no idea how precious you are to us. Whatever will make you happiest we will work it out.”
Erotic images again swarmed her head, her eyes taking in first Gavin, then Bain. Would they be shocked if they knew she wanted them at the same time? Did she want that? She had never done anything like that before but now found the idea appealing. More than appealing really, she wanted to rub her naked body against these two men, standing in between them.
Bain took another deep breath and his eyes changed. She felt the very air in the room thicken in her lungs. Bain uncrossed his arms and stood in front of her.
“Something you’re thinking
has you aroused. What is it?”
Maura’s gaze locked to Bain’s, in shock. “What?”
“What were you thinking about just then? Us? It had you getting hot. I’m curious. Tell us.”
Maura’s mouth snapped shut and she felt a blush creeping up her cheeks. Bain’s eyes narrowed on her and she felt way too naked to his gaze.
“Were you thinking you wanted us together?”
Maura’s face flamed even hotter. She half expected the ridicule to begin now. Surely both these men couldn’t desire her. This was where she became the butt of the joke. Bain stood in front of her, so close she could feel his heat. Gavin came around to stand behind her, his hands on her shoulders offering comfort. He bent forward near her ear and rasped in a low, sexy purr.
“It’s ok. Just tell us what you need.”
Bain looked intently down at her, cupping her cheek with his palm. She could detect no trace of subterfuge or deceit in his eyes. She could see only desire and concern.
“Do you? Want us both? There is nothing you could answer that will change how we feel about you.”
Maura nodded. It was all she could do to respond. She was so aroused being this close in proximity to both men and in the spotlight of the sexual desire radiating off both of them she was overwhelmed. She did all she could think of to do next. She reached up and pressed her lips to Bain’s.
Maura began kissing Bain, her fingers tangled in his hair and their tongues entwined. She reached behind her and gathered Gavin to her back. He began kissing her neck and fondling her breasts from behind. Maura rubbed her ass against the hard ridge in Gavin's pants while sliding her palm down Bain's chest to palm his crotch as they kissed. Their lips parted briefly while Gavin lifted her shirt and bra and when Bain bent forward to suckle and lick at her nipples, she turned to meet Gavin's mouth.
Gavin slid his palm up her neck and cupped her chin with his right hand while massaging her hip and rubbing his growing length between her plump cheeks. She was awash with sensation. Her nipples throbbed from Bain's ministration and Gavin's grinding from behind was getting her even wetter. The only thing missing was ... as if on cue, Gavin slid her pants down and his fingers into her wet and waiting pussy.
Maura's mind shut down and she operated on sensation alone. Her lips broke from Gavin to cry out sounds of ecstasy. She rode wave after wave of pleasure, as two sets of fingers, lips, and tongue teased out every thread of every nerve ending in every erotic zone she had. She found herself cresting all too quickly into an orgasm that had her seeing stars.
Gavin grunted a very male sound of satisfaction against her neck and Bain rose to whisper in her ear.
"So very responsive, I like that."
Maura hadn’t yet gained enough mental faculties to respond. She backed into one of the workout benches and almost stumbled. Her knees were already weak from her last orgasm. Gavin caught her and lowered her lengthwise onto the bench. Gavin hooked her knees with his hands and pulled her toward him. If she weren't naked she would look ready to bench press. Her knees hung off the end and were spread to steady her weight on the narrow surface.
Gavin couldn't take his eyes from her wet and ready pussy glistening from between her legs. He hefted one of her knees over his shoulder and began to lick and nibble his way up her thigh. She gasped when his rough tongue licked the crease where her inner thigh met her body. She arched and moaned when his hot breath fell on her clit, but he passed it only to lick up the crease on the other side. He blew a little on her quivering slit and she felt that rush of air as potently as any lick.
Bain stepped towards the bench in the spot he used when spotting her during a workout. The same images that flashed through her head that did during her assessment the very first day. Maura reached for Bain and tugged down his pants, freeing his massive erection. She heard his gasp and fingered it from tip to base, admiring its size. Even looking at it upside down and backwards as it were, it was still magnificent. So thick she could barely wrap her fingers around it.
Gavin’s tongue still teased all around her slit without ever actually delving into it driving her into a frenzy. She slid the thick purple head of his cock between her lips and rolled her tongue across its slit. Her mouth stretched across its girth and her saliva slicked his velvety hardness. Bain groaned in pleasure and gripped the barbell catchers that hovered a foot or so above her head. Arching back she slid his length down her throat reveling in the salty taste and musky smell.
Gavin chose that moment to delve his tongue deeply into her pussy and begin licking in earnest. She moaned deeply with a mouthful of cock, lips vibrating against the shaft of his penis. Bain groaned and thrust deeper into her waiting mouth. Gavin began a rhythmic licking of her wet slit that rocked the weight bench a bit. Maura used the rocking motion to slide her mouth up and down the length of Bain’s shaft.
Gavin began suckling on her clit and, in turn, she began a more frenzied pace on Bain. His rough tongue on her most private place sent every nerve cluster in that area into overdrive. She was mindless with pleasure. Her hips lifted of their own accord and when Gavin inserted two fingers into her while licking her clit, she came. Hard. Her screams of climax were stifled by the flesh in her mouth but the vibration from the screams were enough to send Bain’s over the edge and his seed shooting down her throat. She swallowed it all and tongued his shaft clean.
“Damn it, woman! Your mouth is magic,” Bain rasped.
“You should taste this honey.” Gavin chuckled as he laved one last, lingering lick up her slick pussy.
Gavin rose, fist pumping up and down his shaft. Maura looked down and watched in fascination as he stood between her legs and placed himself at her entrance. Her eyes rolled back in her head when he began feeding his engorged head and shaft into her quim still quivering from the orgasms she’d received already. Her legs spread wide, Gavin hooked his elbows under her knees and began long, slow strokes that threatened to drive her to madness.
“Fuck Maura, you are so slick and tight. You. Are. Perfection.” Gavin followed each enunciation with a deep thrust within her.
She was stretched wide and filled, her hips no longer resting on the bench but suspended with Gavin’s hold under her knees. Maura felt him all the way to her womb and wondered why she thought she had ever really had sex before. Nothing compared to what she was feeling now. She panted breathless moans and pleas to for more, harder, and faster and Gavin delivered.
Bain, not content to just watch yet, knelt on the floor and lowered his head to her breasts again. While Gavin plowed into her, Bain teased one nipple with his teeth and tongue and the other with his talented fingers. Every few seconds he would alternate which breast got his hands and which got his mouth. Maura lost coherence. She had no idea what was coming out of her mouth all she could do was feel. There was so much pleasure to process she thought she would go insane. How could one live through so much ecstasy? Surely her brain would short circuit.
Her brain did short circuit just a moment later when Gavin slid his thumb down to massage her clit while he pumped. She cried out as she was hurled into a vortex of colors and tidal wave after tidal wave of pleasure crashed into her. She dimly registered Gavin shouting his release moments later and Bain’s grunt of satisfaction.
The men helped her melt into a boneless puddle on the floor. She smiled to herself as she realized that lying here in a naked heap on the floor, she had gotten the wish she made on the first day here. She did get to be the meat in the middle of their man sandwich after all.
She must have dozed off because she started awake some time later with Bain spooned against her backside, his big arm slung across her middle. She was facing Gavin, her head rested on his chest, and his hand resting on her hip. She couldn’t believe she had just had a threesome with two of the most handsome men she had ever met.
Doubts immediately began to assault her. What if this is what they did? What if they picked the fat girl in every group who would be grateful for male attention and lured he
r into ménage a trois? She felt something in her chest shrivel at that thought. That had to be it. Why else would either one, much less both, of these men be attracted to her?
She carefully extracted herself from the tangle of limbs and gathered her clothing on the other side of the room. She thought she had just made it when Bain’s raspy voice made her freeze in her tracks.
“Just where do you think you are sneaking off to?”
“I thought I would slink out while I still had a shred of dignity.”
Bain sat up straight and Gavin stirred awake.
“What are you talking about? Are you ashamed of what we just did?”
The sleep cleared from Gavin quickly at his statement. He looked questioningly to Maura.
“You’re ashamed?”
“Yes …. No …. I don’t know!” Maura threw up her hands, still clinging to the clothing she was picking up.
“Is this your M.O? Talk the fat chick into a ménage. Surely she’ll be desperate for male attention and, obviously, more likely to let you get in her panties.”
Gavin and Bain both gaped at her. The shocked expression on their faces stopped her tirade.
“I don’t know what I am doing. I don’t know what to feel. That was the most amazing sexual experience I have had … ever. Girls like me don’t get experiences like that. Not with men who look like you.”
Maura held her clothes in front of her like a shield. She knew it was ridiculous considering what they had just seen of her and done to her, but she still inexplicably felt vulnerable. Both men approached her like they would an injured, cornered animal. Talking to her in low even tones as if any sudden movement would cause her to flee. Bain reached her first and stroked her arm, pulling her into his arms. Gavin stroked her back and sighed.
“Maura, we don’t generally sleep with any guests. Bad for business, dipping the wick in company ink and all, and never, ever have we ever talked to anyone about being our mate.”