by S. E. Law
When they pull away, Kade’s lips return to mine as Brandon kisses a line down the cord of his neck. Almost as though they belong to one person, I feel one hand, then two, gripping my ass, squeezing and kneading. The gasp I release into Kade’s mouth is the opening he needs to slide his tongue in. It’s a tangled dance that he quickly dominates.
As I continue to kiss Kade, my hands work to the front of Brandon’s shirt, removing each button from its hole efficiently. When I reach his undershirt, I ruck it up slightly to get my hands on hot skin, dragging nails over the dips and lines of hard muscle. When Brandon leans back to tug his shirt from his shoulders, my hands go immediately to Kade’s to accomplish the same job.
When both men are completely shirtless, I tuck a few fingers in the front of their pants and tug as I walk backwards to our shared bedroom. They both grin mischievously, clearly happy with the slight change in roles for the time being. The tides turn once we reach the bedroom – something to be expected with my two alpha males. Brandon immediately reaches for the hem of my shirt to yank it over my head while Kade goes for the button of my jeans, rucking them down my legs.
When we are all free of our clothing, Brandon sits on the edge of the bed, Kade leaning down to kiss a chiseled jaw. From my position to the side, I reach between the bodies to grasp Kade’s length in my hand, tugging and pulling to get his shaft to stand at its full thickness. I do the same for Brandon, leaving one hand to cup and play with Kade’s balls. Both men groan at the work of my hands.
“Your turn,” Brandon says, looking to me as Kade travels down his body with sloppy kisses. When Kade’s mouth envelops Brandon’s length, he sighs out. The visual is incredible. I love being with two hard, hung men, and love it even more when they enjoy each other’s bodies.
But right now, they want me to be in on the action.
“Come here, Jane,” beckons Brandon in a rasp. I climb up on the bed and his hands grasp for me, tapping one knee to indicate that he wants my center over his face. I smile, excited for what’s to come.
With both knees on either side of Brandon’s head, he licks into me. The moan I release is filthy, but I know the guys like it, so I don’t shy away from the noises coming from my throat. Hands grasping the headboard in front of me, I shamelessly grind on Brandon’s mouth. His hands help to guide me where they hold on to my ass, his tongue plunging deep into my depths. Suddenly, I feel a prodding at my back and feel hands around my hips.
Kade has left his position sucking Brandon off and rests on his knees behind me. One hand remains on my hip while the other cups my sex, his middle finger dipping into the wetness between my lips. With the tongue pushing into my hole and the pressure of Kade’s finger on my clit, I come with a near silent scream, the climax like waves crashing over me. My legs feel like jelly, but I try to keep from collapsing on Brandon’s face. Kade holds me up by my hips, guiding me to lie down next to them.
“Switch?” Kade asks Brandon, who gives up his spot so that Kade can get on his back. I roll to my side so that I can kiss Kade while Brandon works his mouth over his dripping dick. Kade suddenly sits up, pulling on my hand until I’m seated in his lap, my back to his front. Brandon has taken a step back to appreciate the view as Kade arranges us so that he can enter me swiftly. I rise up on my knees slowly and quickly slam my hips back down, the slap of our skin echoing in the bedroom.
Kade groans as I moan, his deep bass harmonizing with my own alto. Brandon kneels before us jerking on his length, lips parted and panting.
“God, you two are so fucking hot,” he grunts. I continue sliding up and down Kade’s shaft, smiling wickedly at Brandon.
“Watch,” I husk out, another small role reversal making its appearance. His eyes zero in on my wet heat, my own fingers parting soaked lips for his viewing pleasure. I circle my clit slowly as Brandon comes closer, his hand furiously pumping over his leaking dick. He leans forward to place a single kiss on my clit causing a shiver to run through me, edging me closer to my second orgasm.
When he pulls back, his hand grips my hair and brings my head down to his shaft. Kade continues to guide me over his own length as I take Brandon’s into my mouth. With hands planted firmly on the mattress, I bob my head and hum, the vibrations causing Brandon to let out a deep groan. His hugeness hits the back of my throat and I swallow around him, taking him deep. One more hum has him exploding in my mouth, his salty release filling my mouth and running down my throat.
“Take it all,” he says, continuing to thrust with his hand still firmly gripping my hair. I love the demand and swallow every drop he offers. Kade seems to appreciate the vocalization as well, as the rhythm of his hands on my hips stutters. It’s just a few more pumps before I feel the heat of his come filling my center and running down my legs, a grunt following.
Brandon leans down to my heat once more to suck a hard kiss into my clit and I follow them into oblivion. I collapse off to the side and feel Brandon slide between my legs to take over clean up duty, his gentle tongue licking the combination of me and Kade from my lower lips. It takes several minutes, but I feel my arousal return.
“Mmmm,” I moan with sleepy pleasure. “You’re sugar and spice. Both of you make things so nice.”
The two men chuckle.
“Aren’t you getting us mixed up sometimes?” asks Kade contentedly. “I swear, sometimes I’m Sugar, but sometimes I’m Spice too.”
I lick my lips lasciviously, as if tasting them all over again.
“I guess I’ll have to sample you once more to tell,” is my coy smile. “Is that okay?”
Both men are already hard again, their enormous poles jutting in the air.
“Of course, sweetheart,” growls Brandon, gesturing at his leaking pole.
“Have at it,” adds Kade in a guttural groan as my mouth surrounds his shaft. This time, I suck them both with a fervor I’ve never felt before. My kitty is pulsing and hot, and the two men stroke and rub it as I lick their stiff shafts. The pressure builds, and then with a deep scream in my throat, all three of us climax at once. The two men fill my mouth with their exquisite tastes, and I gulp it all down even as my kitty quivers with glee.
Finally, I pull off them, wiping at my chin.
“Sweetheart, you have a smear on your cheek,” says Brandon in a low voice. “Here, I got it,” he says, gently stroking my jaw.
I smile at both men.
“I have it all figured out now. You’re Sugar, Brandon, and you’re Spice, Kade. But really, you taste best when you’re mixed in my mouth,” I say wickedly. “Look.”
I part my lips, and sure enough there’s a mess of hot, thick soup there. I giggle again as the men groan.
“You’re going to be the death of us Jane,” growls Kade.
I giggle again.
“Actually,” I start. “I don’t think I will be. But I think someone else will.”
Brandon and Kade grow still, looking at me.
“What is it, sweetheart?” asks Brandon.
“Are you saying what I think you’re saying?” questions Kade, his blue eyes flashing.
I nod.
“Yes. I’m pregnant with your baby, Kade and Brandon. We’re going to be parents!” Huge smiles cross their faces as they hear my confession.
“We’re going to be daddies?” Kade asks in a hush, tears filling his eyes.
“We’re going to be daddies!” Brandon exclaims, excitement causing him to practically shake.
“You’re going to be daddies,” I confirm, my eyes filling with tears at their happiness.
They laugh out loud, moving closer to me to rest their heads on each breast, arms wrapped fully around one another.
“We’re a family,” Kade comments.
“Yes. A family,” I say with contentment, the word sounding perfect to my ears. I’ve never felt more whole. These men and the baby growing in my womb – they’re my family. I never thought I’d be so in love with my life, but it goes to show that being open to what fate throws your way is t
he best way to experience unimaginable happiness. At least, that’s what happened to me with the sweetest sugar and spice that I’ve ever tasted.
More in the Sweet Treats Series
The two cherry farmers are plucking Courtney’s cherry this season in Her Juicy Cherry, available here.
It was a Prom Night gone wrong, but the handsome alpha male came to my rescue in Forbidden Fruit, available here.
Italian stallions know just how to please Melissa in this tale where the meat meets the pasta. Her Italian Wedding is available here.
Who falls in love with her friend’s dad and stepdad? Read Marni’s story in Her Honey Pot, available here.
If you like washing machines that go thump and MMF bisexual romance, then you’ll love Naomi’s story, Please and Tease, available here.
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Sneak Peek: Her Italian Wedding
Melissa
Melissa has arrived in Italy to be First Daughter at the new Milan Lodge, and she’s greeted by two handsome Italian stallions: Matteo and Domenico.
Oh wow. The hotel lobby is beautiful but deserted. I look around the palatial interior and take a deep breath. Evidently, Milan is suffering from a dearth of tourists, just like Venice.
“Hello,” I say to the receptionist with a bright smile. “Melissa Knight, checking in.” She has bright blonde hair swept into a low bun, and a face mask on. Ugh. Her fingers type at the keyboard while searching for the reservation, but then I feel something come up behind me. There’s a frisson in the air, and a hot chill runs down my back.
Immediately I turn and see the two most gorgeous men I’ve ever set eyes upon. They’re both at least six four, with inky black hair and penetrating blue eyes. They have chiseled jaws and wide shoulders that look like they could mow down a house.
“Signorina Knight?” asks one in a low growl. “I’m Domenico, and this is my friend Matteo. We’re from the Milan Lodge.”
I nod while growing hot inside.
“Hi, nice to meet you,” I say while sticking out my hand for a shake. My tiny palm disappears into their huge grips and I feel dazzled while I look into their blue eyes, as if I’ve been out in the sun too long. “I just got off the plane,” is my babbled reply. “I’m checking in now.”
“Perfect,” says Matteo with a small bow. “The Continental Hotel is one of the nicest places in Milan to stay.” With many men, a bow would come off as ridiculous or even worse, condescending. But his Italian air gives it a chivalrous feel, and I feel myself heating up inside all over again. It’s like I’m Snow White meeting Prince Charming for the first time. Or two Prince Charmings, for that matter. Domenico grins as the receptionist hands me my key.
“May we escort you to your room, Signorina?” he asks courteously. “No need for a bell hop.”
I smile.
“Well, I only have that one bag over there, and my backpack,” I say.
“We’ll take them,” says Matteo while swinging the backpack easily over one shoulder. It’s a forty-pound weight that I was laboring under, but to him, it looks like nothing more than child’s play. At the same time, Domenico takes my suitcase as if it weighs nothing.
“Perfect,” he growls. “Are you ready?”
I nod.
“Ready!”
With a bright smile, we make our way across the lobby area to the elevator.
“The hotel is really deserted from the coronavirus pandemic,” I say ruefully. “I think we’ll have the hotel’s public spaces to ourselves.”
“All the better,” says Matteo with a knowing glance. “We’ll be able to enjoy our time together to the maximum.”
I stare at him as my cheeks flame. He didn’t say anything untoward, and yet there’s a subtle double entendre in his words. What did Matteo mean exactly?
But the two gorgeous men merely smile at me again, their blue eyes enigmatic. I try to make conversation once more, feeling a bit unsure.
“So you’re from the Milan Lodge?” I ask.
Matteo and Domenico share a glance and then chuckle.
“Well, I think “Lodge” is a little too generous at this point,” laughs Matteo. “We hardly have a structure yet, much less a full-fledged lodge.”
“We’re the only two members of the group in Italy right now,” adds Domenico. “We’re in the initial stages of start-up, which is why we don’t have a physical home, nor any other members.”
I stare at them.
“So it’s just the two of you? Really?”
They nod.
“Yes, at least for right now,” answers Matteo. “Of course, we’re recruiting at the moment. We’ve sent out feelers to potential truckers who could be good fits for Papà e Figlia, or Dads and Daughters, as you say in English.”
I nod.
“Oh wow. I had no idea that the club was in such an early stage. I thought that there was a Lodge somewhere, and that there would be members already living inside. I was under the impression that I was just the newest addition to a going-concern.”
Matteo grins.
“Well, we are a going-concern,” he says. “It’s just that there are only two of us right now. But we’re definitely running quite voluptuously,” he says.
I stare at him. Running quite ‘voluptuously’? What does that even mean? Domenico interrupts with a chuckle.
“Forgive my friend’s imperfect English, cara. What Matteo means is that the Milan Lodge is doing fine. Maybe we don’t have many members, but we’re getting there. Plus, we’re in the process of building a new lodge, like they do in the States. Right now, it’s nothing but a construction site, but we want to take you to see it tomorrow,” he says smoothly. “I think you’ll like the looks.”
I smile at them when we reach my room.
“Well, I know nothing about construction, but I’d be happy to go and see it, of course. It must be so exciting to design and build from scratch.”
I open the door with my room key, and it swings open to reveal a gorgeous suite with a living room, kitchen, and doorways leading to the bedrooms.
“Ah, I see they’ve upgraded you to a suite,” comments Matteo. “There’s no one else staying at the Hotel Continental right now, so why not? This is all yours,” he says, indicating the sweeping view and luxurious furniture.
I look around, stunned. I’m from humble beginnings. My parents raised me in a trailer, and our double-wide was home for many years. Both of my parents wanted to buy a real house, but we were never able to afford it. Instead, we shared the small space, and were as happy as two peas in a pod.
This hotel suite is nothing like a trailer, however. The living room is spacious and done in neutral creams and beiges. Low-slung couches are scattered about, with two flat screen TVs hung on the walls. Plus, the doors to the bedrooms are shiny, solid oak, and the kitchen looks to have marble countertops and a full range.
“Goodness!” I exclaim. “You could cook a feast in here!”
Matteo and Domenico grin.
“Do you cook?”
I blush.
“A little, but not well. I’m still learning the basics, like cacio e pepe.”
The two men nod solemnly.
“Cacio e pepe is much more difficult than it looks. Although it’s pasta with butter and pepper, it’s very difficult to get the right consistency of pasta, and the right mix of flavorings.”
I nod, eyes wide.
“Of course,” I breathe. “I would never presume to know pasta better than real Italians.”
The two men grin, their charming smiles making me go hot inside.
“It’s okay, cara,” says Matteo. “We cook
too. Maybe we’ll cook for you while you’re here.”
I immediately blush because I can’t imagine these two men laboring over a stove, although there is something incredibly sexy about the visual. To hide my embarrassment, I turn and quickly stride to the floor-to-ceiling windows.
“The view!” I gasp, crossing my arms over my chest as my mouth opens with wonder. “Oh my goodness!”
The two alpha males put my luggage down and stand beside me, taking in the sumptuous city of Milan. To the one side, is the famous La Scala Opera House, and on the other, I can see the Duomo. In the distance, there’s even the faint shadow of the hulking Sforza Castle.
“Beautiful,” whispers Matteo.
“Absolutely gorgeous,” adds Domenico. I know they mean the view, but I can’t help but think they mean me, as well. I turn to the two men and lose myself in the depths of two pairs of sapphire eyes.
“So what’s next?” I ask weakly, already feeling heady. “Should we say goodnight? Should we rest before going out to the Lodge tomorrow?”
Matteo and Domenico share a glance.
“Are you tired, cara?” asks one of the men. “We can leave if you like.”
“Oh no,” I babble. “I didn’t mean to hint that you should leave. Of course, stay longer and let’s get acquainted. I’d love to learn more about Milan and of course, the structure you’re building.”
The two men chuckle deeply and with that, we take seats on the couch before Matteo gets up, looking around.
“Is there a wine fridge in the suite?” he asks. He spots one beneath the bar and strides over before opening the glass door. “Perfect!” he exclaims, holding up a bottle of cabernet. “Can I offer you some wine, Melissa?”
“Oh, I can’t,” I demur. “I’m only nineteen, so I’m not at the legal age for drinking yet.”