The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 4
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Emma squealed in delight. They distracted her from further comment about the trip as Duke helped Gage unbutton her blouse. Emma asked, “What are you up to now?”
Duke replied, “Haven’t you guessed? We’re playing doctor, sweetheart.”
Gage placed the stethoscope’s earpieces in his ears and placed the diaphragm over her heart. “My goodness, Doctor Emma, your heart is pounding. Don’t you feel well?”
Not only did she feel well, Emma felt positively scandalous as they continued disrobing her. Lust shot through her as Duke’s lips descended in a trail of hot, damp kisses from her shoulder to her breasts as he revealed more and more of her flesh.
“Oh, Duke. Gage, what are you doing? Felicia is—”
“Felicia and Maya promised they’d lock up for us after you came in to examine us,” Duke said reassuringly. “Maya told us you preferred to treat patients separately but we assured her you could handle us together with no problem at all.” Emma chuckled, thinking that Maya would be able to identify with handling multiple men since she was used to dealing with three husbands herself.
Emma arched an eyebrow. “I understand you have chest pains?”
Gage removed the stethoscope and replied, “Yes. It’s spread from there to just a little bit lower.” He took her hand and trailed it down his abdomen to the very hard ridge at his groin.
“Oh, goodness. You do need help, don’t you?” she asked, getting into the spirit of their little game. “I’ll need you to undress so that I can examine you properly.” She heard the metallic click of the door as Duke locked it and then joined his cousin in removing his clothing.
Emma took a seat on her rolling stool and patted the exam table. “Have a seat.”
Before she’d returned to the clinic, she’d re-dressed in her silky red blouse which Gage and Duke had already removed, revealing her red lace push-up bra underneath. She wore a formfitting black skirt and a pair of red “come fuck me” peep-toed pumps. She no longer wore scrubs unless she was actually working at the hospital.
The makeover a couple of months ago had done wonders for her confidence as a shopper, and she’d gotten plenty of guidance from her girlfriends along the way. Unfortunately, she hadn’t heard from Jane since her friend had asked about double-dating with her.
Emma inched her skirt a little higher on her thighs so she could scoot close to the exam table and to tempt them with the garter she wore beneath the skirt. Her hair was pinned up in a bejeweled clip, which was fortuitous because it would keep her hair out of the way.
“I love our sexy doctor, don’t you, Gage?”
“Mmm-hmm,” Gage answered as they seated themselves on the exam table. “I wonder what she’s wearing today underneath that skirt.” He drew a single fingertip up her inner thigh, and her legs trembled as he neared his destination.
They both sat in front of her nude with their cocks at rigid attention waiting to be touched. She reached out and trailed fingertips up their inner thighs in the same manner and smiled when their bodies reacted just as enthusiastically as hers was. Hot moisture pooled in her opening, wetting her satin thong as she watched their cocks bob eagerly. Duke slid his palm up the inside of her other thigh, and she cried out softly when his and Gage’s hands met in the middle, sliding under the skimpy satin fabric.
Duke growled. “You’re drenched, aren’t you, Doctor?”
“And so hot, too. Maybe you’re running a fever,” Gage murmured as he stroked and petted her pussy.
“Maybe we can make each other feel better,” Emma murmured as she leaned forward with both of their fingers slipping and sliding in her pussy and swiped her tongue up Duke’s hardened shaft.
She took turns between their cocks, sucking on them as they teased her closer and closer to the edge. Spreading her thighs wider, she stroked one shaft while she worked the others one’s cock with her mouth and tongue until they were all three groaning with need.
Duke stopped her and said, “Time for your exam, Em. It’s going to be a very thorough exam, because we have other good news. We both got the ‘clean and clear’ from our doctor. No more barriers.”
“Oh, baby, yes!”
They rose from the table and placed her across it on her back. Duke took a seat on the stool and placed her thighs over his shoulders. He pulled the thong aside and descended on her pussy without preamble, his hot breath on her clit and pussy lips making her ache to be filled by one of them. Gage’s cock brushed against her lips, and she turned and eagerly opened her mouth for him and sucked him down.
“Suck me, angel,” Gage grated out as he reached inside her bra and tweaked her nipple. She shivered and undulated between them as Duke licked, Gage played, and she sucked. Her pussy grew slick with her moisture, and Duke growled, sending deep vibrations through her clit that made her soar over the edge.
She groaned loudly around Gage’s cock as she came for Duke, grinding her pussy against this face through wave after wave of pleasure. Without warning, Duke stood and thrust his hot, bare cock into her trembling pussy. Duke pulled out and thrust in again, holding her hips in his hands and tilting her so he rubbed her G-spot with each stroke. A delicious idea filled her mind, and it must have shown in her eyes as Gage watched her. She sucked the head of his cock once more and released it from her mouth with a juicy pop then smiled up at him.
“Why did you stop?” Gage asked.
“I have a treat for you, if you can wait.”
Gage nodded, and she gave her full attention to Duke as he fucked her with wild abandon. She wanted to say more, but words failed her as her orgasm built up inside her. She arched against Duke, her body stiffening and bracing for the wondrous explosion. The paper covering the table made crackling sounds and bunched up beneath her. She grabbed the edges of the table and thrust back against him.
“I’m going to fill your tight, little pussy with my cum, Doctor. Will that make you feel all better?”
His words and the imagery sent her over the edge, and she sobbed in ecstasy as her cunt tightened and pulsed until she felt as though she exploded. Duke growled his approval and lifted her knees to press her thighs against her chest. This changed the angle of his thrusts, and he moaned blissfully as he dug his fingers into her thighs and thrust hard. He looked down at where they were joined and then tilted his head and cried out in fulfillment.
“Oh, God, yes!”
Ecstasy washed across his features as he finally stopped thrusting and leaned down to her. Emma sighed deeply as Duke rested with his head pressed between her breasts and recovered and then pulled from her to sit on the end of the exam table. Gage sat down by her shoulder, and she gazed up at him and took his hand. “I think you’re in need of some special healing, Gage.”
The hungry gleam in his eyes sent a quiver through her. “Oh, yeah. The swelling is only worse, Doctor,” he growled as he slid the fingers of one hand into the lace cup of her bra and stroked his erection with the other. She sat up slowly and returned to her spot on the rolling stool. Her pussy still throbbed from Duke’s attention.
“I know a special cure,” she said as she slid open a drawer under the exam table. Both men watched her curiously as she reached in the drawer for what she would need. Emma watched Gage’s cock go from straight-up rock solid to granite hard and ready to burst in the matter of a few seconds.
“Oh, holy shit,” Gage murmured as Emma withdrew her hand from the drawer, bearing a sterile glove and a tube of lubricant.
Emma’s heart sped up as Gage’s respiration sounds increased and he bit his lip as he watched her. His cheeks even grew a little flushed.
“Do you trust me, Gage?” she asked as she silently gloved her right hand. Gage loosed a shaky breath and answered her by slowly lying back on the exam table, his eyes never breaking contact with hers. She stroked Gage’s hip and smiled up at Duke briefly when he rose from the exam table and kissed her temple. He sat in one of the patient chairs and silently watched them, taking on the role of voyeur.
Emma
rolled close to the exam table and adjusted the stool so she could easily reach his cock with her mouth from a sitting position. With the glove on her right hand, she lubed her middle finger and returned the tube to the drawer.
Feeling sexy and powerful, Emma rolled over a few inches and kissed Gage on the lips. She licked at his bottom lip and teased the tip of his tongue with her own. His abdomen shuddered when she laid her left hand on him and stroked his firmly muscled torso. Moisture flooded her pussy again when he groaned softly as he slid his hands into her hair.
She lingered over the kiss and tucked her left forearm under his neck and laid her upper body against his. “You’re so warm,” she murmured. The sterility of the exam room and the cold tiled floor seemed to fade from notice as he stroked her hip and then cupped her breast in his big hands.
“So are you, angel.”
She could detect the arousal in his voice, which sounded even deeper than normal.
“I want to do something for you, if you’re willing.”
Gage brushed his fingertips across her forehead as he gazed into her eyes. “Anything you want.”
Relieved that he was willing to try it, Emma smiled and sat up a little. She positioned his left thigh so that it was bent at the knee and rested against the wall. To keep him from being distracted by the feel of the latex glove, she only stroked him with her left hand, not wanting him to be reminded that he was in a clinical setting.
Noting the pearl of pre-cum at the slit of his cock, Emma rolled back down so she could pay attention to his poor, distended shaft. He gasped when she lightly feathered her gloved knuckles against the exposed portion of his ass cheeks to prepare him for the presence of her fingers there.
She knew this was going to be a stretch for either of her men because of the deeper level of trust and intimacy involved in playing with them anally. As a woman, she was used to being on the “receiving end,” to being penetrated, but she knew it would be harder for them to wrap their minds around being the receivers. Maybe that was why his trust meant so much to her.
Emma wrapped her left hand around his erection and lifted it to her watering mouth to lick the pre-cum from it. She hummed at his salty, creamy taste and laved him again as he groaned and arched his back. The rapid rise and fall of his abdomen told her he was very aroused by what was about to happen.
She glanced back at Duke and found him watching closely, like a man in a trance, riveted to the scene that was about to play out. His cock was already halfway hard again.
Licking Gage’s cock with a long, leisurely stroke of her tongue, Emma made a yummy sound and slid his cock between her lips and flicked her tongue against it, getting him nice and wet.
At the same time, she stroked her knuckle more deliberately between his ass cheeks, closing in on his anal opening. An urgent-sounding moan came from his throat, and he flexed his hips, moving against her knuckle. Sensing his acquiescence, she uncurled her finger and stroked his tight asshole with her lubricated fingertip. She’d used plenty, so there was no chance of discomfort.
She took her time, stroking his sphincter until he writhed and flexed with each pass. At times he seemed to want to quell the display of pleasure he felt with her doing that, but he gradually gave over and moaned loudly as she pressed for entry.
“Oh, God! Emma!”
The office door was locked, but Emma hoped like hell Felicia and Maya were indeed already gone. If they weren’t, his little outburst was going to be nothing compared to the one that would be coming soon.
She took her time sinking her finger in, teasing his opening as she stroked in and out. She flicked his burgeoning cock with her tongue where it lay rigid as a steel pole on his abdomen, and he gasped and jerked, taking her finger deeper.
With her palm facing upward, she caressed his dark passage, curling her finger in a “come hither” motion, finding the slight bulge of his prostate gland. Gage’s eyes flashed open and his jaw went slack as she made eye contact and smiled softly at him.
Leaning down, she kissed the faded scar above his belly button, and his abdomen fluttered at the contact. He laid his hand on her back and stroked her shoulder blade, and she noticed the definite tremble in his hand.
She sat up and repeated the motion with her finger and gloried in the wonder that showed in his eyes. Over and over she stroked his prostate until his eyes rolled in his head and he tilted his head back. The tension increased throughout his torso, and he gripped the edge of the table so hard the wood frame creaked.
Emma chose that moment to take his cock in her mouth to the back of her throat and caressed him with her tongue. She could feel the tension vibrating through him as she continued fondling that innocuous bulge in a way that was guaranteed to make his cock feel like it was exploding. She sucked lightly on his cock.
“Uh!” Gage cried out and slammed his hand against the wall and braced himself for what she knew would be the granddaddy of all orgasms. He panted hard, trying to gain control again, and she stroked on, not allowing it. She sucked his length in long, measured passes, feeling like a goddess as the tension in him coiled tighter and tighter.
Come on, baby. Let it go. You know you want to.
She adjusted her position so she could see his face and feathered her tongue against the underside of his cock, which felt much harder and even heavier than usual. She teased at the sensitive spot near the head at the same time she concentrated her stokes on his prostate. He froze, and she got ready to swallow as his back suddenly bowed, his muscles went rigid, and his panting turned to howling.
“Oh, my God! Oh, fuck! Fuck! Angel! What—Oh, God—”
Emma felt positively victorious as Gage’s prostrate throbbed in time with each surge of cum that spurted in great hot streams into her mouth. She sucked and swallowed each one down as she continued milking him of every drop of cum he would give her. On and on it went, much longer than a typical orgasm. His flavor was milder, like his pre-cum, and she continued massaging him because she knew he wasn’t finished yet.
“Emma! Oh, my God! Emma! Angel! Holy fuck! Oh—” He punctuated his outburst with a loud wail as his cum continued spurting in hot surges as she swallowed.
His salty essence filled her senses, and she wanted to wallow in this experience with him as tears streamed from the corners of his clenched eyelids. She applied gentle pressure to his pulsing gland as the spurting waves of his climax gradually subsided and his body fell limp beneath her. He was bathed in sweat, and she wanted to take her clothes off and curl up with him. She gently withdrew her finger from his ass and removed the glove quietly as she licked his softening cock clean.
He gasped and moaned at another aftershock, and she hummed at the taste of his final spurt of cum, then kissed the tip of his cock. She felt his hands on her upper arms and allowed him to draw her as close as he could on the table.
“Emma.” His voice was gravelly and hoarse sounding from shouting so much.
She smiled when her name was all he could manage to say as he wrapped his strong arms around her. His body still trembled, and she could hear his heart hammering in his chest. He held her tight and just lay there recovering for a few minutes. Once he relaxed, she sat up and gazed into his bewildered eyes.
“You okay, Gage?”
“What in the fuck was that?”
“I massaged your prostate.”
“I understood what you were doing, but still…what in the fuck was that?”
“Um…I’m hazarding a guess that it was an orgasm of volcanic proportions.”
“You got that right. Holy fuck. Where—Where is Duke?”
Duke murmured from the chair behind her in a deep, mesmerizing voice. “I’m here. I wouldn’t have gotten up and left for anything. That was amazing, Emma.” Duke stood and crossed the room as Gage finally sat up, still a little shaky.
Emma felt her cheeks fill with warmth as Gage looked up at Duke like he’d been to Heaven and wanted to tell him all about it but couldn’t find the right words.
Emma gazed up at Duke and saw the need in his eyes. His shaft was fully erect, and she giggled as she winked at him and licked the length of his shaft. “I think you need a doctor’s tender loving care, too.” Turning to Gage as he climbed from the table, she asked, “Did Doctor Emma cure you?”
Gage smiled as he swiped a lock of her hair from her cheek, and she realized her hair clip had come loose at some point. “I’ll say you did. It was a miraculous healing.”
Duke kissed her as he sat down on the table, his cock standing up stiff and ready.
Emma chuckled and drew on another glove, giving it a melodramatic snap for effect. “Make yourself comfortable, Duke. I feel another miracle coming on.”
Chapter Fourteen
Christmas morning
In a husky voice, Duke whispered, “Merry Christmas, sweetheart.”
Emma awakened to the sensation of lips trailing soft kisses over her breasts and her throat. It was still dim outside, and she smiled as they slowly roused her to wakefulness.
Gage released her nipple and murmured, “Merry Christmas, angel.”
Emma rolled to her back on the crowded queen-size bed in her old room at her parents’ house in Dallas. She sighed luxuriantly as their kisses headed farther south. “It is a good morning. Merry Christmas.” She panted happily as Duke raised her calf, parting her thighs, and lavished long, slow licks to her pussy.
Duke toyed with her clit with the tip of his tongue and then sucked lightly on it, while Gage gently slid two fingers into her cunt and stroked her in a leisurely fashion while he kissed her good morning. The scruff on Duke’s chin tickled her inner thighs and her mound. Her men patiently took her higher and higher, whispering naughty, sweet words in her ear and licking her to the very edge of orgasm.