Rissa’s Men

by Marla Monroe

  “Filthy, actually. I’m thinking about what it feels like to have her pretty mouth wrapped around my dick,” Jethro said.

  “I want to taste that sweet pussy of hers,” Deacon said. “I want to fuck her until she screams again.”

  “Yeah. It’s a good thing she lives in her own building, or her neighbors would be calling the cops every time we made her come,” Jethro agreed.

  “I’m getting a little hot. I think I need a shower to cool off. Either of you guys want to help me?” Rissa asked.

  “We built that thing. It’s big enough for all three of us,” Jethro said.

  “It sure is. I think I was already planning on having a threesome when I had it designed,” Rissa said.

  “Have anyone in mind at the time?” Deacon asked, his face taking on that storm cloud expression he got when he was getting mad.

  “Nope. I must have had a premonition about you guys,” she said, pulling Deacon down for a kiss before striding toward the bedroom.

  They followed her into the bedroom then helped her out of the dress before stepping back to stare at her underwear. She was wearing a matching bra and panty set in pale blue with garters and hose.

  “Fuck me.” Deacon shook his head. “If I’d know what you had on under that dress, we would never have made it to that restaurant in the first place.”

  “I didn’t even know women still wore garters,” Jethro said.

  “Oh, yes. They make you feel sexy underneath your clothes,” Rissa said with a smile.

  “If this is what you’re selling in that store of yours, I’m going to make sure all the guys we know tell their wives. That shit will sell like hotcakes,” Deacon told her.

  “Let’s see how sexy you are when we take them off,” Jethro said, walking toward her.

  “How about I show you how to work the garters,” she said with a smile. “I’d rather not lose the hose. They’re real silk.”

  “Wait. I want to feel them on my face. Take the panties off first,” Deacon said.

  She slowly slid her panties down then stepped out of them. She had both men’s complete attention.

  “Now the bra,” Jethro said in a choked voice.

  She reached around behind her and released the clasp, letting the straps fall down her arms but holding the cups over her breasts until the last minute. Then she let it fall as well.

  “Holy, shit. I’ve got to taste you, babe. Get on the bed and spread those amazing thighs for me. I’m going to make a meal off you, then I’m going to fuck you like you deserve to be fucked,” Deacon said.

  Rissa smiled and got up on the bed, making sure to wag her ass at him as she did. Then she turned over and found him right there within touching distance. He growled and pulled her down the bed to the bottom so that her butt barely remained on the mattress. He ran his hands up her legs to trace the top edges of the silk hose.

  “Feel them, Jethro. They’re soft and silky like her skin,” Deacon said.

  Jethro walked over wearing nothing but a pair of boxers and ran his hand up her leg. He closed his eyes then opened them again. They were dark with the flecks of green shining brighter.

  “I wouldn’t let her take them off if I were you. Keep them on even when you fuck her.”

  Deacon stared down at her. “I’m even going to let her keep the damn heels on. She looks like a wet dream lying there with her legs spread and her pussy leaking juices just for us.”

  Jethro stared into her eyes as he reached over and swiped one finger down her slit then lifted it to lick her slickness from his finger. He closed his eyes and hummed his appreciation. Rissa thought she’d come right then and there just from that look on his face. Like he loved the taste of her.

  “If I wasn’t anticipating her mouth around my cock, I might take a turn eating her out, but I’ll do that next time. Right now, I want my dick between those juicy lips of hers.” Jethro climbed on the bed and knelt next to her head. “Open up, hon.”

  She smiled and opened her mouth. He rubbed the head of his shaft around her lips before she drew her tongue across the slit. He groaned and shoved the head of his cock just inside her mouth. She sucked and was rewarded by his sharp intake of breath. She loved seeing his eyes close while he threw back his head at the way she made him feel. Rissa felt in control for all of five seconds when Deacon ran his tongue up her slit.

  That’s when she lost all control for the rest of the night.

  Chapter Seventeen

  Deacon’s mouth did deliciously dirty things to Rissa’s pussy as he thrust two fingers inside of her. She knew he’d make her come with his mouth and fingers before he ever filled her with his hard dick, but she wanted him inside of her. Her pussy needed the thickness of his cock so much.

  “Please, Deacon. Fuck me. I want you,” she cried out.

  “Not until you’ve come on my face. I’ll fill that sweet cunt with my dick. I promise, babe. First, you have to come while I lick this pretty pussy.”

  She groaned then sucked Jethro’s cock as far down her throat as she could manage and swallowed, loving how he jerked in her mouth and groaned. She wrapped one hand around the base and pumped it while she sucked and licked all over his dick. She used the other hand to roll his balls in her hand, being careful not to squeeze too hard, but enough to amp up his pleasure so that he was closer to coming. She wanted to make him come before she did so that when she lost it, and Rissa knew she would, she didn’t have his dick in her mouth and accidentally bite him.

  Deacon could do that to her. Make her lose control of her body when she came.

  Rissa licked over the slit of Jethro’s cock then around the rim of the mushroom head before sucking it all the way down again and swallowing around it. His swift intake of breath and the way he dug his fingernails into her scalp told her he was on the verge of climaxing. She tightened her grip just a little and began pumping him as she sucked his cock. His hips began to pump with her, and with a hoarse cry he came, shooting jets of his semen down her throat and into her mouth. She swallowed and swallowed as he emptied himself then fell back on his heels.

  “Damn. Just, damn. I think I’ve got a fucking cramp in my ass I came so hard.” Jethro stretched out on the bed and rubbed his ass.

  “That was quick,” Deacon said from between Rissa’s legs.

  “Fuck you. You didn’t have her hot mouth sucking you dry. You’ll see.” Jethro’s grin let her know he didn’t take offense at Deacon’s words.

  “Yeah, I have a feeling that by the time I get inside her I’m going to be doing good to last thirty seconds. My cock is already so fucking hard I can’t see straight.”

  Rissa wanted to tell him to hurry up because she was close, but knew that would only make him drag it out longer. He was a sadist that way.

  Just like that, he was back to tormenting her with his mouth and fingers. He licked over her clit but never added enough pressure to send her over the edge. He lapped at her pussy as it wept for him. She could see her juices glistening on his face as he looked up at her. Then she threw her head back and closed her eyes as he curled his fingers to stroke that spongy spot that drove her wild.

  “Yes. That’s it. God, that’s perfect.”

  “She can still talk, Deacon. You’re not doing it right,” Jethro teased. “Need me to help?”

  “You’ve got two hands and a mouth. I would think you’d be busy up there by now,” Deacon snarled back.

  Rissa didn’t care what they were saying as long as Deacon didn’t stop what he was doing. She soon found out what Deacon had been talking about when Jethro wrapped his mouth around her nipple and sucked. She arched her back at the dual sensations of his mouth on her nipple with Deacon’s on her pussy. Everything went a little crazy after that. All she could remember was that Deacon stroked her sweet spot and sucked on her clit at the same time Jethro was sucking one nipple and twisting the other one. The next instant, she came so hard she saw stars, and her ears rang loud enough she was sure it drowned out her screams.

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sp; When she was able to see and hear again, it was to find Deacon tugging off his slacks and boxers with his back to her. He had the nicest ass she’d ever seen. If she could have gotten her voice to work, she might have told him, but then he turned around and the heavy length of his cock reminded her that he still hadn’t come.

  “Fuck, I love that look on your face,” Deacon said.

  “What look?” she asked in a hoarse voice.

  “The one that says you can’t wait to get my hard dick in your cunt. That look, babe,” he said.

  “Yeah, I can’t wait, Deacon. Hurry,” she whispered.

  He lifted her legs over his arms and slid the head of his cock up and down her soaked pussy before pressing in until just the head of him was inside her. Then he pulled out and thrust again, this time going a little deeper. He kept doing it until he bottomed out inside of her, making her wiggle with the need for more. She wanted him to fuck her, not play around.

  He groaned when she squeezed her vaginal muscles around him. He pulled out again, but this time he thrust hard, backing out and starting all over again. He slowly increased his speed until he was pounding into her, pulling a grunt from him with each shove of his cock against her pussy.

  “God, yes, Deacon. Harder. You feel so good,” Rissa managed to get out.

  “You’re so fucking tight. Tight and wet and hot enough to burn me. I’m close, babe. So fucking close.” Deacon’s words were just as hoarse as hers had been earlier.

  “Play with that clit while I fuck you. I want you to come again for me,” he said.

  Rissa didn’t have to think about it. She wanted to come, too. She was so close, but knew it would take more for her to come if Deacon was that close. She reached down, letting her fingers slide over the base of his cock as he reamed her pussy. He jerked inside of her and growled. She ran her finger around her clit then stroked it, slowly increasing the pressure until she was a hair’s breadth from her orgasm. Before she could do anything more, Jethro surprised her by pulling on both her nipples at the same time. She screamed and squeezed down on Deacon so hard it hurt.

  “Fuck!” Deacon yelled.

  She could feel the heat of his release as she bucked beneath him. Her climax had her gasping for breath as he fucked her with a frenzy that ended in slow, uneven thrusts before he collapsed on top of her.

  “You’re going to crush her with your fat ass. Move over.” Jethro shoved him off so that he listed to one side.

  “Not fat, asshole.” Deacon rolled off of her and threw one hand over his eyes as he panted.

  “You okay, Rissa?” Jethro asked.

  “Ready for bed now,” she managed to get out.

  “You’re in bed,” Jethro teased.

  “Cover me up then.” Rissa couldn’t stop the smile spreading across her face.

  “I’ll clean you up. Deacon’s useless right now. Hold on, hon.”

  Jethro climbed off the bed then returned a few minutes later with a warm wet cloth. He wiped her down, so she wouldn’t be sticky in the morning. Then he helped her climb up to the head of the bed and tucked her under the covers. He climbed in next to her and pulled her back into his arms.

  “Night, Rissa,” he said.

  “Night, Jethro,” Rissa looked down where Deacon still lay sprawled half on and half off the bed. “You coming to bed, Deacon?”

  “Yeah. In a sec. I’m still trying to catch my breath,” he said.

  “Me, too.”

  * * * *

  The next few days were a whirlwind of activity for Rissa. She talked to the guys off and on during the week, but they were on a tight schedule trying to finish up the renovation of a home before Christmas, so the family could move in. She was busy getting everything ready for her grand opening on Friday. Taylor had proved to be a godsend. She knew exactly what needed to be done and even taught Rissa a few things she hadn’t thought about.

  Friday morning, Rissa’s nerves had her pacing the back of the store waiting for time to open the doors. Though she’d planned on opening at ten, Taylor had talked her into setting her hours to be from nine a.m. to six p.m. Now she was afraid no one would show up at all. They’d advertised in the local papers and even taken out a radio ad, but Rissa was worried she’d be terribly disappointed.

  She hadn’t wanted to open the next weekend on Black Friday since she was worried people would be too busy going to their normal stores for the sales. She thought if she got a few people to see what she had and fall in love with her stock they would come back for the deals the next weekend. Maybe she’d thought wrong.

  I refuse to let this upset me if no one shows up. I’m a new business and people have to find me first. I’m not in the middle of the shopping district. I’m on the edge.

  Had she miscalculated in buying several blocks outside instead of settling for a smaller building closer to the center? She refused to think about it now. Her area was already picking up with the deli two buildings down, the restaurant across the street, and the bakery right next door. People were coming out to those locations. They’d see her boutique and stop in. She was sure of it.

  “Ready to open up?” Taylor asked her.

  “Yes. Let’s do this.”

  Rissa handed the keys over to Taylor and let the young woman have the honors. Truthfully, she was afraid to do it herself. She wasn’t sure she could move from that spot without passing out.

  The first hour no one showed up. Rissa busied herself planning the following Friday’s sales and where she’d locate various garments in the store. At ten fifteen, a group of women walked in and ooed and ahhed over the merchandise with Taylor helping them. Rissa walked over to where one woman was looking at a soft pink negligée.

  “Can I help you?” she asked.

  “Um, do you by any chance have that in plus sizes?” the pretty brown-haired woman asked.

  “Definitely. As you can see, I wear them myself.” Rissa held out her arms. “What size do you want? I think you’d be about a sixteen, right?”

  After that, Rissa and Taylor stayed comfortably busy the rest of the day. She was pleased with the sales though they’d been light. Still, for a first day, she was pleased. She waved Taylor off, saying she’d see her the next morning.

  An hour after she’d shut everything down there was a knock at her apartment door. She checked the camera and squealed with delight. Deacon and Jethro stood outside with a handful of flowers and several bags of what she was sure would be take out.

  “I can’t believe you came over. You have to be exhausted,” she said as she let them in.

  “Not too tired to congratulate you on your first day open,” Jethro said.

  “How did it go?” Deacon asked dropping a kiss on her nose.

  “Good. We had a steady crowd from about ten till six. It died down some between two and four but picked back up again.” Rissa got down plates as the men unloaded the food. “What about you guys? Are you still on schedule?”

  “Yep. Should even finish up for the final walk-through two days early,” Jethro told her.

  “That’s great. I know you’ll be happy to have it finished. You’ve been worried about it from the start.”

  They ate and talked about their days, Rissa laughing over Deacon’s rendition of one of the guy’s negotiating the multitude of tools and boxes of supplies carrying his lunch only to trip over his own feet and dropping it in the long run.

  Once they’d cleaned up and were sitting in the living room cuddling on the couch, Rissa told them how the fact that she carried plus sizes had netted her several sales she wouldn’t have been able to make had she not.

  “I’m glad I went with my gut and ordered them in all sizes instead of sticking to the more popular ones. I think it will garner an entire population of buyers I might not have gotten.”

  “We told you that you’d be a huge success. We’re proud of you, Rissa,” Jethro told her.

  “Thanks, guys. I’m sure glad you came over even though you have to be worn out.”

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��We wanted to see you tonight because we have something to ask you,” Jethro said.

  Rissa frowned. What could they possibly want to ask her? They’d already agreed to spend their weekends together and were going to put up a tree right after Thanksgiving.

  “What is it?” she asked.

  Deacon looked over at Jethro then back at her. Both men got down on their knees in front of her, and Deacon pulled out a box from his shirt pocket. Rissa was sure her eyes grew wide as pancakes at the sight of the box and them on their knees.

  “Rissa, we want you to be our woman, our wife. Will you pledge yourself to us?” Deacon finally asked, holding out the ring box.

  “You’re supposed to open it, asshole.” Jethro took it from him and opened the box to display a gorgeous emerald ring with two smaller diamonds on either side of it.

  Rissa looked from Jethro to Deacon with no words in her head. They were asking her to be their wife. To marry them.

  “She’s not saying anything, Jethro. We screwed up. I told you it was too soon.” Deacon started to get up, but Jethro punched him in the arm.

  “She’s just surprised. Hold up, you big oaf.” Jethro pulled the ring out of the box and held his hand out for hers.

  Rissa gave him her hand with tears brimming her eyes. He slid the engagement ring over her finger then kissed he knuckle before pulling her toward him so that he could kiss her. She returned the kiss with as much fervor as she felt inside of her. She hadn’t been able to get the words out, but the answer was yes.

  Yes, yes, yes.

  “I think that means yes,” Jethro said when he pulled back.

  She nodded her head then reached for Deacon. He narrowed his eyes at her then pulled her off the couch to straddle his waist while he still knelt on the floor. Rissa’s dress rode up her thighs revealing her garters and she was sure her panties as well.

  “Is that what you mean, babe? Do you want to be our woman?” Deacon asked.

  “I want to be your woman. I can’t believe you’re asking me to marry you,” she said.

  Deacon covered her mouth with his and kissed her so hard and so long she had to shove him back to draw in a deep breath.