Trixing Your Mate

by Sara Spark

Shivering a little, now that they had been up there for a while, the chilly breeze, despite the sun being out, was converting her from chilly to cold. She started packing up their stuff. Putting it in bags. The men reluctantly helped her and she grabbed a few bags on her way to the door.

  The door wouldn’t open. “It’s locked. Keo would you call them to unlock it, por favor?”

  Keo put down his things to get his phone, but came up empty. Patting his pockets, digging in bags, he finally turned to Hudson. “I think I left it in Trixie’s apartment. Can you call them?”

  Hudson dug through his pockets, and bags, but came up empty. They both turned to her.

  “I can give you the number.” Keo assured her.

  With dawning dismay, Trixie moaned, “I didn’t bring my phone.” Quickly, she double checked everything. Bags, her pockets. Nothing. “Now what?”

  “Well, I guess we wait.”

  “¡Bueno!” Irritated she huddled against the door, wrapping her arms around her chest. They stood in silence for a few minutes in the chilly wind.

  “Are you cold, minx?” Keo came towards her. “Let me help you.”

  “I’m okay. It’s fin—“ Whatever she had been about to say melted away because Keo was warm, really warm. Like irresistibly warm.

  He was hugging her to his chest, her crossed arms awkwardly between them, but he didn’t let that deter him. He just wrapped his strong arms around her and hugged her to his droolworthy body. And although her brain was telling her this wasn’t smart, her body overruled it and unfolded her arms to cuddle deep inside his open jacket. She even snuggled her face against him.

  She squeaked when big hands landed on her hips and huge Hudson pressed against her back. Her backside was immediately grateful though for the heat. She was surrounded by warm, large men. Encircled by their wonderful scent and pressed against all those dense, hard muscles.

  “It’s okay, beauty,” Hudson rumbled. “I want to warm you.” He let that sink in for a moment. “Is this helping?”

  Trixie nodded her head against Keo. After a few minutes, she couldn’t stand it any longer. Shifting back and forth on her feet, she asked, knowing she sounded a little whiney, but she didn’t like being cold, “Por favor, Hudson, there’s a draft on my side. Could you…?”

  “What about this?” Hudson pushed closer and wrapped his arms around her waist, lowering his head over her neck which meant his forehead was somewhat touching Keo’s shoulder and his arms were pressed against Keo.

  “Sí, mucho major. Better.” She snuggled deeper. “My nose is starting to defrost.” Problem was her nose was defrosting a little too well. She was surrounded by their scent and it made her hot.

  She shifted back and forth on her feet, maybe this wasn’t the best idea. As she shifted it moved her butt back and forth against a very hard telephone pole, otherwise known as Hudson’s cock.

  “Hmmmm.” At the feel of it.

  “What’s a matter, little minx, are you not warming up?”

  “I am getting toasty warm.”

  “Then what is it?”

  “Nothing. It’s fine.” She sucked in a little loudly, trying to calm her breathing. At that moment, Hudson pressed even harder against her, pushing her into Keo. Now, she had hard cocks front and back.

  She may die up hear in the cold, but she would do it surrounded by big, hard cocks. What a way to go!

  “Do you feel me, beauty?” Hudson murmured in her ear. His head was lowered fairly close to her own.

  When Hudson asked the question, Keo’s hips gave a little involuntary thrust and then he stiffened. He made a noise as his chin rested on top of her head.

  “Mmmmmmm, Trixie. You smell delectable,” Keo added. Her already soaked panties got even wetter. This was so not a good idea! Her breathing increased. Maybe not a smart idea, but, hell, it felt more than smart, it felt totalmente genius.

  Should she pull away…again?

  Squirming a little, she decided to stay put. After all, she needed to stay warm, right? No sense just standing out in the wind, getting cold for no reason.

  Half an hour went by, and in desperation to distract her from the muscles surrounding her and the masculine scent enticing her, Trixie had picked back up the ‘getting to know you questions’ game.

  “What’s the worst thing you have eaten?” Hudson’s turn to ask the question.

  “My Alph—er—Magnus’ cooking. One time at the Ranch our main cook Jasper was in the Med (our medical clinic) and Magnus decided to ‘help’ us, by cooking dinner.” Keo snorted a little as he remembered. “He decided to throw most of the leftovers together in a pot with some beef stock and make a soup. We had roast beef the night before.”

  “That doesn’t sound too bad.” Hudson said cautiously.

  Trixie wiggled her head around a little to hear better. Smiling, waiting for the other shoe to drop.

  “Unfortunately, he didn’t really pay attention to what he was dumping into the soup pot, if it vaguely looked like our dinner from the night before in it went.” Keo ended dryly. “So we had roast beef soup with all the veggies plus chocolate pudding that they had served for lunch, and there was a lot of leftover pudding.”

  Hudson roared, pulling away for a moment. Trixie was laughing.

  “Needless to say, the first 10-15 of us spit it all out, but I will never forget that taste. Ugh.” Keo shivered a little in disgust. “He’s banned from the kitchen, now. He swears he thought it was gravy. I have my doubts though.” Keo shook his head. “I am scarred for life.”

  Trixie had arched back to see Keo’s face with a slight half smile. When their eyes caught Keo’s half smile turned into a full smile and his white, white teeth, and amused expression warmed her heart.

  “What about you, little minx?” Trixie pulled a little away to look at Hudson and include him. His warm, medium brown eyes were filled with merriment.

  “I can beat Keo’s, hands down. Tia Alicia’s menudo. Now that stuff is horrible. You won’t believe what goes in it. I don’t mind the making of it--too much--which by the way takes hours and stinks horribly, but the texture of the meat! ¡Oh, cielos! Heavens, the meat!” Trixie shuddered.

  “What’s in it?” Hudson asked curiously.

  “Some spices, some peppers, some hominy, and…wait for it…honeycomb tripe.”

  “Tripe? As in stomach?”

  “Cow’s stomach.” Trixie nodded. “Sometimes sheep’s stomach.” Trixie paused for the groans from the men. “Oh, and Tia likes to add pigs feet when she can get them. They torture me every year and force me to eat some at the holidays. Deeee-sgusting!”

  The men chuckled.

  “Hudson, your turn.”

  “One time when I was growing up, we got stuck out in the wilderness for a few days near some wetlands and had to eat muskrat. Awful. I have eaten a lot of different animals in my time, but that is the worst. It has these, uh, nodules in the meat which are just weird. The meat is dark and bitter. It almost tastes like beef gone rancid.”

  Trixie’s nose hitched up. “Okay, maybe we can call this a tie. That sounds like it comes really close to my menudo for disgust level.”

  “Believe me, if you tasted muskrat, I would be the winner.”

  “I think I will take your word on that, Loco.” Trixie shifted back and forth on her feet shivering because both of the men had pulled away during the discussion. “Do you mind if we sit down for a while?”

  Keo nodded. “Let’s use that structure for a wind break.” They laid down a blanket to soften the hard roof.

  A little while later and they had erected a little tent for Trixie. She lay down between them with a few blankets draping all over them. Including over their heads. Both men were on their sides. They all shared the two pillows they had brought up to the roof.

  Now, with the big men’s body heat filling the space, Trixie was warming up. Warming up a lot. Hudson had taken off his jacket saying he was too hot under all those blankets, and Keo had followed suit. They had draped
their jackets over her legs to try and keep them warm.

  They had talked about anything and everything. From most disgusting food to which is the worst chore.

  They were laying in silence for a moment.

  “Do you think they have forgotten us?”

  “Nah, next security sweep they will come up here, probably won’t be much longer.” Keo assured.

  “So, dime. Tell me. Why do you both want to be with one woman?”

  “We told you. It is on our bucket list.”

  Trixie looked searchingly into Keo’s eyes. “Bullshit.” She looked at him. “Bullshit, that is not the reason.”

  Hudson sucked in a sharp breath. Keo’s eyes narrowed. “What makes you say that?”

  Trixie shrugged. “No se. But I know that isn’t right.”

  The men looked at each other for a moment.

  “There. That right there. What is going on? I can feel you not telling me the whole truth.”

  The men cut eyes at each other briefly. Hudson snorted a little with half a chuckle.

  “You are right. The reason is more complicated than that. The problem is that I can’t explain it all at the moment. It impacts others, not just us. We will explain, but can we get to know you first? Can we push aside the why and focus on the how?

  “How?” One of her eyebrows arched up.

  “Yes, how does a threesome work? I am not interested in Hudson for sex, however, he would be in the bed with us.”

  “In bed with us?!?”

  “Just hypothetically speaking.” Keo soothed. “Have either one of you been one of three? I haven’t.”

  “Nope.”

  “Nunca. Never.”

  “There you go. We are all learning.”

  “We aren’t supposed to learn. There isn’t supposed to be three of us.”

  “What makes you say that, Trixie?” Hudson asked quietly, turning her head towards him.

  “That’s what I’ve been taught. All I’ve ever known. One man, one woman. My family is big on marriage. They say I am becoming an old maid. 27 and not married.” She shook her head with a sparkle in her eye. “Tsk, Tsk.”

  “And what if there were two men, one woman. What then?”

  “I’ve never considered two men at the same time.” She tilted her head thinking. “Not to get you bolting in the other direction or anything, but I am not into one-night stands. I need something more than that.”

  “You need a connection.”

  “Sí.”

  Keo leaned forward to whisper in her ear. “Do you feel the connection with us?” One finger slid over her brow, lightly, yet she felt every molecule of his finger touching her skin. Her body flushed instantaneously, all over. She felt the blood rushing to her toes, down to her pussy, up past her nipples to heat the skin on her face. Hot, rapid fire filled her.

  “Yes, but—“ Her voice died out.

  “But what?” Hudson took one finger and trailed it from the bridge of her nose across her lips to her chin.

  “That’s probably pure lust.”

  Both men threw back their heads and laughed, knocking down their blanket tent. She couldn’t complain though cause she liked the sound of their laughter. Hudson’s was deep and infectious. Keo’s bursting out and hoarse like he didn’t laugh very often. Trixie started laughing herself.

  After a few minutes, when the last of the chuckles died away, Keo said, “Yes, little minx it is definitely lust, hunger and need.” His cutting eyes sliced into her, penetrating like they wanted to invade her soul. “But it is also more. A lot more. You feel it.” Keo picked up her hand. “Aniwânematwi. It’s really windy up here. You are getting cold again.”

  “Uhhh—“ Hudson began, but Keo shook his head slightly.

  “Come here, little minx.” Keo rolled her towards him and she snuggled into his arms as Hudson built the blanket tent over them again. She sucked in her breath hard when she felt the solid bulk of Hudson snuggling up to her backside. Hudson was propped up on one elbow creating a true tent like feel with the blankets draping down as if from a center pole. They lay like that for a while Hudson’s hand low on her hip and Keo’s curved up her back towards her nape.

  Trixie felt a lot of movement against her generous butt. She turned squinting her eyes at Hudson. “Are you trying to cop a feel?”

  Fast as a striking cobra, he gave a brief, hard kiss to her lips. “No, beauty, that was me trying to get my hard dick to fit in these jeans. You are not making this easy.”

  “Oh.” Sucking in her lips, she turned back around burying her nose into Keo’s chest. What could she say to that? She was busy licking her lips trying to savor his hard kiss while deep breathing Keo’s irresistible scent. She’d given up trying to keep her panties dry a long time ago. No point. These two were so dead sexy, she could be across the country from them and thoughts of them would be drenching her panties in seconds.

  Hudson took a deep breath through his nose. “Was that an invitation, beauty?”

  Keo’s arm tightened around her for a moment in the silence, squeezing her breasts against his chest, and then letting go.

  Was it? She shivered.

  “I would love to ‘cop a feel.’ Do you want me to touch you?”

  “Yes.”

  “Minx?” Pulling her chin away from his chest, Keo tilted her head back to look at him.

  “Yes,” she repeated.

  “You know, I feel like we are not on an even footing,” Keo murmured as Trixie felt the hard muscles of Hudson press against her, stealing her breath at the same time.

  “Wha—why?”

  “You heard our answers to the ‘What is something you find sexy?’ question, but we haven’t heard your answer.”

  Hudson’s hand stroking down her side distracted her.

  “Ummmmm.”

  “I wanna grab this round ass of yours. Damn, Trixie, you are sexy!” Hudson whispered in her ear as his fingers trailed under her cheeks prevented from touching her skin by her thick jeans.

  “Yes? What is sexy to you?” Keo prodded her. One of his hands cupped her cheek, his thumb brushed against her lips.

  “I like it when you talk dirty to me.” Keo’s eyes flared with that. He gave her a lingering kiss on her lips.

  “Yes, I noticed that.” Taking her shoulder, he pushed her backward into Hudson. Caging his hand over her throat, he tilted her slightly so he could get the angle to start nibbling on her throat. “What else?”

  By that time, she was panting lightly and gripped hard on their hair. One arm was wrapped behind her to burrow through Hudson’s shaggy hair which was somehow rough, but with a soft thickness. Keo quickly released his man bun to allow her to tunnel her fingers into it. Keo’s hair was a black silky length that slid through her fingers and resisted the clutch of them, tantalizingly sliding away over and over again.

  “I lik—Hudson!” She gave a little screech at the end and then moaned long and low.

  Hudson had grabbed her ass lustily, kneading the plump cheeks and then lifting and separating them, so that she felt that shift and breeze of cold air filtering through her jeans against her pussy.

  “Yes, beauty. This ass is so plump and round. I am gonna have visions of it all night long.”

  “What is Hudson doing Trixie? Tell me.” Keo murmured as he kissed his way up her neck.

  “He’s grabbing my butt, and separating me—“ she gasped at the feel of Hudson’s hands.

  “Mmmmm,” Keo had made it to the delicate shell of her ear where he scraped his teeth along the edge. “You like that, don’t you?”

  “Yesssss.” She murmured.

  “Is he separating your pussy lips as he grabs your ass?”

  She made a noise of assent. She couldn’t really talk with Keo’s nibbling lips and Hudson’s big hands pushing out any hint of sanity.

  Keo gave a sharp nip at her lack of a reply.

  “Oh!” Keo’s tongue languidly lashed back and forth over the spot soothing the flash of pain.

 
; Trixie shivered hot then cold then hot. She was enjoying all of it. Keo’s bites, Hudson’s big hands. Their deep voices talking to her. Asking her all kinds of naughty things. But most of all their scent. Each one distinctive, but together they blew her mind. Her eyes crossed at the combination.

  Keo nibbled down her throat and gave a long lusty suckling kiss to the spot where her neck flowed into her shoulder. At the same moment, Hudson slid one long finger between her legs and rubbed lightly at her denim-covered pussy.

  “Kkkeo-Huds!”

  Between the sucking and the light rubbing, Trixie ramped up dangerously closer to her orgasm.

  Not dangerous for her, dangerous for them. Because she felt like striping off their offensive clothing that they were wearing and feasting on their spectacular bodies.

  Distantly, she felt multiple hands reaching for her jean’s front button. Then pause. A little bit of wrestling. Then some serious growling was coming from Hudson.

  Trixie’s eyes popped open. Both men were locked in a staring contest, both of them had a hand on her jean’s button. Hudson had low, mean growls coming from deep in his chest. Wow! Hudson was excellent at growling. Like he could win a contest for meanest, most-threatening growl.

  “Qué? What’s happening?” This was an unpleasant wake up from an extremely sexy beginning.

  “You had the back. I had her front!” Keo’s eyes almost looked like they were glowing?! Must be a trick of the ambient lighting, under their blanket tent.

  “Well, I can’t get to her back if her jeans are in the way! Plus, I wanna touch her front, too. Why should you be the only one? Who died and made you dictator?”

  “I am not a dictator. I was ju—“

  “Enough!” Trixie started smacking hands off her jeans. When they were reluctant to move she smacked harder.

  Grumbles were heard as the men pulled their hands back. Their eyes were still locked together in a fierce battle.

  “See, right there, that! That was NOT sexy!” She pointed her finger in both of their faces.

  Hudson’s growls had not disappeared. They had only been toned down a notch. Trixie reached over and pinched him.

  “What the hell, Trixie!”

  “Stop growling.”

  “And you! You stop glaring.” She swiveled over to Keo. Keo fell backwards onto the pillow, staring at the blanket above.