She was free. Charlie’s compassion in not tying it too tightly had left enough wriggle room for her to release herself. She lay still for a moment.
Now what? She could hear her own heartbeat as it swooshed blood through her ears.
She had to find the money then escape without waking her two captors.
She crept around the edge of the clearing, keeping to the shadows. Her gaze flickered left then right. Would Charlie have kept the money on him or tucked it into the saddle bag? Probably the latter. She’d have to take care near the horses as they might make a noise if she disturbed them.
Reaching the other side of the fire, she stopped.
Her mouth fell open. Was that really what it looked like?
She crouched low and backed into the shadows. What do I do now?
Heat and fear raged in her body. Just a few feet from where she knelt, stood Charlie. He was awake. He was naked. He was facing away from her.
Thank goodness!
He hadn’t seen her.
His skin glowed red and orange in the firelight. She roamed her eyes over his body and licked her lips. He was beautiful. So firm and well formed.
He lowered his head as he looked down at something just out of her vision. He’d removed his hat and she could see how his thick dark hair curled at the nape of his neck. She was overwhelmed by the urge to reach out and touch him. She was ridiculously and irrationally drawn towards this man. For reasons way beyond her own comprehension. Was it an animal attraction, as unavoidable as the stallion and the mare? Was she dealing with something as raw and primitive as that?
Charlie’s shoulders looked even broader without his shirt. As he moved, Layla watched as the muscles in his back rippled. Her breasts ached as she thought about how it would feel to press them against his form, to fit her soft curves into his hard planes.
Charlie took a step forwards then and Layla peered lower. His waist was lean and narrow and below it lay his perfectly round, muscular behind. The flesh was so smooth it could have been carved from stone.
Layla frowned. What was he doing? It was the middle of the night and he was walking around naked. Was he sleepwalking? She doubted she could be that lucky.
So what on earth?
She swallowed a gasp.
From her peripheral vision another figure appeared.
Another naked man.
Etu.
His dark hair shone as he knelt before Charlie. He raised his eyes. Layla burned with curiosity. She had to find out what they were doing.
She crawled around the tree line until she could see them side-on.
Her mouth fell open. Her cheeks blazed. Etu began to fondle Charlie’s hard buttocks as he layered kisses over the standing man’s thighs. Charlie’s cock stuck out from his body, hard and proud. Thick and long.
What was this? She shivered with confusion and shock. But simultaneously, something else inside her awakened.
Excitement.
She was excited by what she could see. And she wanted to see more.
Layla held her breath as Etu ran his pink tongue along Charlie’s erect penis from base to tip. Even from her hiding place, she could see that he was generously endowed.
She licked her lips as Etu took the hard cock into his mouth, all the time still gazing adoringly at Charlie. This was a physical act, yet so much more. There was a connection here between these men.
She bit her lip. Realising as she was engulfed by fresh pain, that Henrik had not looked at her in that way. His eyes had shone with something but it hadn’t been emotion. It hadn’t been a connection. It certainly hadn’t been love.
As Etu began to move his head, Layla wiped absently at the tears in her eyes. The way that Etu fondled and kissed Charlie’s member displayed an intense desire, a deep passion and affection. He worked on Charlie with the tenderness of a lover, treating his cock as reverently as if it were made of gold.
She hadn’t known that men did such things to one another. Sure, Henrik had pushed her into a few things she wasn’t sure about but that had been between a man and a woman. Yet here were two men.
Charlie and Etu.
She became aware of a tingling at the apex of her thighs and she squeezed them together instinctively, intensifying the pleasurable sensation. She should be horrified. She knew that. She should be shocked. And she was. Quite. But also extremely, undeniably aroused.
As the beautiful Sioux male sucked on Charlie’s length, taking the ample erection deep into his throat, Charlie took hold of Etu’s hair in both of his hands. Layla couldn’t blink. She watched mesmerised as Charlie moved the man’s head backwards and forwards in a rhythm that she recognised with a primitive instinct. It was the rhythm of love. Intriguing, arousing, overwhelming.
Layla’s female bud swelled in response. She pressed it against her trouser seam, eager to feel some pressure there. She couldn’t believe her eyes. She should probably be repulsed. But far from being nauseated, she was in fact exhilarated. What she was witnessing was exciting her in a way she had never been excited before.
Suddenly, Charlie stopped his movements and removed his length from Etu’s mouth. Layla watched as he knelt before Etu then kissed him full on the mouth. The kiss was intense and passionate. Layla felt a tug of envy. How she would love to be kissed like that. To feel a man’s desire for her in his kiss, in his arms and in the way he made love to her. She was no innocent, had fallen into bed with…with that damned actor but it hadn’t been like this. Like it appeared to be between these two men. She wanted a taste of such ardour.
Charlie pulled back from the kiss and stared into Etu’s eyes. It was startlingly clear to Layla this wasn’t just about sex. The way that they looked at each other hinted at so much more. They were in love.
Etu moved so that he lay flat on his back on the bracken-covered ground.
What would happen now?
Charlie hovered over him and kissed him again before turning around so that his feet rested either side of Etu’s head and he lowered his hips so that they rested just about the other man’s face. When Etu reached for Charlie’s cock and took him into his mouth, Layla watched as Charlie shivered then lowered his own mouth onto Etu’s bobbing erection.
She squirmed as longing and lust pulsed through her body. But squeeze her legs together as she might, she couldn’t get enough pressure upon her swollen bud. Her inner muscles clenched and her nipples throbbed. She had to ease the torment. Such arousal was something she had forced herself to dismiss since she’d been abandoned. Even when she woke from dreams where she found her hands between her thighs, she would go no further and offer herself no more attention. Submitting to her baser desires had led to shame and lost her all she had in the world. It was foolish for a woman to have wants and needs.
But now. Right now. She had to deal with her need or she would be unable to concentrate on her escape.
She slid a hand into her trousers and beneath her bloomers. Her clit was hard and enlarged and she shuddered as she caressed it. She moved her fingers over her folds, spreading her wet heat. How good it would feel to have Charlie or Etu’s fingers upon her now. Or both of them. Two sets of hands, two hot mouths all pleasuring her. She increased her pace between her legs and watched her captors. It took all of her self-control not to rush over to them and throw herself at them as she begged to join in.
The men used their hands and mouths on each other. Their mutual exploration was thorough. Layla moaned softly as Charlie’s ass pounded up and down. He plunged his cock into Etu, again and again and again. Layla moved in time with them, massaging between her legs, greedily slipping a finger into her wet heat. What would it be like if Charlie or Etu did that to her – to her mouth, to her pussy? Was it wrong of her to want to find out?
Suddenly, Charlie froze. His body spasmed and Etu’s echoed. Layla was so close to the edge. She paused. Teetering at the threshold of pleasure.
Then she crashed over into the abyss, as the men greedily licked and swallowed each other�
�s essence, humping her own hand like a helpless wanton as wave after delicious wave consumed her.
****
Layla slumped against the tree. Her bloomers were damp with her juices. Her pussy ached and she felt needy and frustrated even though she’d just pleasured herself. She’d not had much experience of men and the little she’d had left her with some understanding of how good things could be. Perhaps. If it was an act of affection and desire. Like the act she’d just witnessed. Not just a mindless humping for his enjoyment. Observing this intimacy between Charlie and Etu suggested that there was so much more to be explored. It spoke of lust and need combined with companionship, deep trust and understanding. Beholding it, seeing that it actually existed, made Layla feel exposed and vulnerable.
All of her fears and doubts and anguish rushed to the surface and she buried her face in her hands. She had no one. No one to love, no one to love her. She was alone in the world.
And look at what she was missing.
A sob burst from her chest.
Loud. Full of grief. Breaking the silence that had fallen upon the night like an unexpected crack of thunder.
She looked up, suddenly aware of what she’d done. Through her tears she could make out the blurry figures of the two men.
“I think our little visitor is awake, Etu.” Charlie got to his feet.
As he walked towards her, Layla knew that she should probably feel afraid, should probably begin to panic. But all she could focus on was his thick swinging cock as he approached her. All she could think about was how it would feel to have him in her mouth while he ate her pussy. How it would feel to have him, and Etu, look at her the way they looked at each other. Her head swam as she realised that she wanted to be a part of what they had. To share in their intimacy both physically and emotionally. She wanted to taste them both.
But that couldn’t happen. It was an impossible dream. Like the future she’d once envisioned.
She knew now that dreams didn’t come true.
And hearts were made to be broken.
She raised her arms as Charlie approached, in a gesture of fear, or surrender. She wasn’t sure which one she meant.
****
Charlie walked towards Layla. He should dress, cover himself up, but after what she’d just witnessed there didn’t seem much point.
Darn it! He hadn’t meant for this to happen. She’d been asleep. Etu and he were usually so careful about their lovemaking. They never took risks, it just wasn’t worth it. There weren’t many folks out there that understood about men loving other men. It could likely get them put in jail or strung up on a tree. And just for falling in love and choosing to express that love.
Even if Layla hadn’t decided to renege on their agreement and flee with his money, even if she’d come to their homestead to live as his wife, there would have been no guarantees. He knew that. Etu knew that. But they had still gone ahead and tried to find a bride. Perhaps it had been idealistic to hope that they’d find a woman who’d be understanding, who’d take part in their lovemaking and do so with enthusiasm and delight. Did such a woman exist? Had they really dared to hope that they’d find a woman to share in their love? That sort of thing was mighty unlikely to happen. Yet they had hoped.
Etu had longed for the soft curves of a woman to bury himself in, for the warmth of a being more gentle than himself. To maybe even produce a child, a son or daughter to teach and love and nurture. In spite of all that Etu had been through, he still yearned for fatherhood. To offer a child all that he had not been given, perhaps. And Charlie could not deny him what he wanted and needed. He had sworn to always do whatever he could to make his lover feel whole. Completed. Cherished.
And if a woman was what Etu wanted and needed, then Charlie would try to provide.
But wanting and needing did not mean getting. It was a long reach.
But worth a try. Even after last time.
He shivered as Mary crossed his mind. His wife who’d passed just six months ago. He’d been informed of her death via letter. Pretty Mary with the face of an angel and the tongue of a viper. Charlie had made a mistake marrying Mary. They were both too young and he’d been trying to deceive himself and her when they’d got wed. It wasn’t that he hadn’t appreciated her female body or the scent of her flesh so different to a man’s. It wasn’t that he didn’t like the fairer sex. Just that he needed more than her alone. Their coupling had been acceptable, at first, but when he’d tried to move their lovemaking on from the ordinary, she’d turned as cold as ice towards him.
Incompatibility had been their undoing.
Then she’d found out about Etu. Initially believing that Etu was just his employee, she’d been shocked when she’d found them together. They had hidden it well and they’d always been so careful. But sometimes folks did things in order to get caught. And Charlie suspected that there was some deep-seated reason for his own recklessness. In a way, letting Mary find him and Etu had been his way of setting her free. They weren’t right for one another. He couldn’t be the passionless, unadventurous husband she needed and she just wasn’t enough for him. Not in body, soul or mind. It had cut him deeply and he’d grieved for any pain he’d caused her. For the loss of what might have been.
When Mary had run off with a local cowboy, Charlie had actually been relieved. A bit surprised. But then maybe the cowboy she ran off with was the answer to her desires. Perhaps being with the right person, or even people, was key to unlocking all that the heart craved. His gut had ached and his heart had dragged in his boots about the loss of his marriage for a while Looking back on it all, he could see that it was the end of his hopes and dreams he had grieved. Not losing the brief connection he’d had with Mary. For him and Etu, maybe it was just about the two of them. Maybe there really wasn’t a woman to complete their relationship.
He knew that he couldn’t surrender Etu. Not for any woman. So if that was how it was gonna be…
He had tried to persuade his lover to accept this and believed that he had. Or perhaps he just hadn’t looked deeply enough to see the truth. When Etu had raised the subject again, knowing that Charlie was free of the bonds of marriage and could now begin to look anew for a wife, Charlie had been shocked. And a bit hurt. But he’d come round to the idea. Maybe because he’d been convinced that it would never happen. A woman would never want to become involved with them. It was too much to hope for.
But as he approached Layla, preparing himself for the revulsion and horror he expected to see on her beautiful face…he was stopped in his tracks. Though her eyes were wide, they shone with delight. Her pretty coral lips were wet and inviting. Her cheeks were red with heat. It was not the face of a woman who hated what she’d seen. Neither was it a look of mockery. She appeared truly, deeply intrigued and…was she aroused?
He stood before her.
As she looked up at him from beneath her long lashes, the hairs on his arms stood on end. The air between them crackled as if with the threat of a coming storm.
The valley between Layla’s large breasts showed at the open neckline of her shirt. The creamy flesh at her throat was flushed and he wondered if that sweet red hue continued down over her chest. His naked member twitched against his leg and he saw her fix her eyes upon it. She wasn’t playing shy, this delightful Layla Powell. She didn’t look away as if to preserve her modesty. She just stared at his cock openly. And he liked it. He liked it so much that he was soon fully erect and his freshly emptied balls ached for a repeat performance. This time with a woman, perhaps…
“Layla.”
“Charlie.”
Had she been crying?
“What you just saw…” He placed his hands on his hips, unsure whether to cover his length or to caress it in front of her.
“Was quite something.” She nodded.
“It was…between Etu and me…it’s…”
“It’s okay.” A smile wavered on her full lips. “I can see that you care deeply for each other.”
“You
weren’t…” His tongue felt too thick. The taste of Etu’s seed still permeated his mouth, reminding him of the pleasures they had just shared.
“Repulsed?” She frowned.
He nodded.
“No, Charlie. In fact…I’m extremely…” She looked down. She paused.
“Tell me, Layla.” His voice trembled. He cursed himself for showing emotion.
She met his gaze. “I’m…aroused.” Her blush deepened.
“You are?” He knelt before her and cupped her face in his hands. The heat of her cheeks seared his flesh. Could it be true? Did this beautiful young woman actually enjoy watching their lovemaking? The unity of two hard male bodies? It couldn’t be true. Mary had been horrified.
“Uh huh.” She grinned. She looked so sincere. But she couldn’t be. They couldn’t be that lucky. He had to protect Etu. Protect what they had.
She was playing him for a fool. He scanned her face for signs of deceit but all he could see was sweetness and vulnerability. It made him want to pull her close and smother her with hot kisses, to bury his face in her pussy and drink deeply of her musky female juices. She was bewitching, intoxicating and he was falling for it as if he was soaked when in fact he should get dressed and just skedaddle..
He’d show her. Breaking free of her bonds and trying to sneak off…with the money again no doubt. There was no trusting this woman. Especially now, after what she’d just witnessed. He needed to think, to talk to Etu, to decide what to do with her.
His hard cock throbbed. He knew what he wanted to do with her right now. To pull down her trousers and plunge himself into her. Bury his erection in her up to the hilt and keep on going until he filled her with his cum. But that was just lust. And he’d never take a woman or man against their will. Ever. Would she enjoy his passion? Respond to his desire with her own?
He shook his head. He was allowing himself to be influenced by her pretty face and apparent innocence.
Layla was a problem. Right here and now. And he had to deal with her. Promptly.
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