by Laura Sutton
God, there must be something wrong with her. Wanting—no, needing—two men like this.
Jason moved his hand from her back, over her ass, and then down the back of her thigh, then suddenly his fingers where spreading her apart and teasing her pussy.
“Oh, you have the prettiest pussy, baby. Plump and pink, and you’re so wet. You feel so good. Do you like this? Do you enjoy being full of Dean’s cum and knowing I’m about to fuck you too?” Jason’s dirty words turned her on even more. She couldn’t even form words to respond to him. All she could do was moan, but that must not have been good enough for Jason because he smacked her ass again, a little harder.
“Answer me, beautiful. Do you like it? Knowing I will fuck you right after Dean has had you?” he demanded, his words full of lust.
“Y—yes. God yes, I like it. I need you, Jason. I need you to fuck me too,” she finally managed, and she was almost surprised to feel Dean’s hands on her head pushing her long, mussed hair out of her face. He had come around in front of her and sat at the head of the bed. His back was against the headboard, and his cock—hard again—was practically in her face.
She wanted to taste Dean. She wanted his cock in her mouth while Jason fucked her. She never knew this side of herself, this naughty side that loved having two men at once.
“Oh, you dirty girl,” Jason said from behind her as her eyes were locked with Dean’s brown ones, their normal honey brown color much darker and deeper now. Like a good cup of coffee on a cold winter’s morning.
“Are you going to make Dean cum with your mouth while I fuck you? I think you should. Suck his cock while I fuck you, Gwynn. We can see who cums first. My money is on you, beautiful,“ Jason said as he slid his huge, hard cock inside her slowly.
Unlike with Dean a few minutes ago, her body was stretched and ready for Jason’s cock, and he slid all the way into her with ease, and she moaned. She felt so full.
“Oh, beautiful, you feel even better than I imagined,” Jason said, and she pushed her hips back into his, and he slipped in even further.
Gwynn brought her eyes back up to Dean’s after they had slid closed of their own volition when Jason slid inside her. Dean was grinning, his hand slowly stroking his cock as he watched her. She licked her lips and lowered her head, placing a tiny kiss on the head of his cock, then she slid her tongue all the way down the underside of it, delighting in the combined flavors of both him and herself on his cock.
Gwynn then slowly licked her way back up to the tip of Dean’s cock, taking the head of it into her mouth, and she was rewarded with a loan groan from Dean.
She began to suck on Dean’s cock at a teasing pace. This was only the second time she had done this, but she was a quick study and knew if she took her time sucking on him, it would last, and she wanted this to last. Dean’s cock in her mouth and Jason fucking her pussy—nothing could feel any better, or any hotter.
Then she felt Jason’s finger slide between her ass cheeks, and she gasped with Dean’s cock in her mouth. Jason’s finger slowly teased her asshole, circling the tight puckered flesh of her, and she moaned.
“Do you like that?” Dean whispered. She looked up at him through her lashes, his cock in her mouth, and all she could do was moan.
“I can tell you like it. You love being overwhelmed like this, by the both of us,” he said, one of his hands leaving her hair to play with her nipples as her breasts swayed with Jason’s gentle, erotic thrusts.
All at once, Jason started moving faster, and Dean’s touches on her breasts became a little rougher, pulling and pinching her nipples, and she began sucking on him harder.
“Oh yes, Gwynn, make me cum. Make me cum with your mouth. I want to kiss your lips covered in my cum.”
Gwynn sped her movements up, sucking hard and fast with each downward stroke of her mouth.
All at once, Dean groaned and then he was cumming, hot and hard in her mouth. Gwynn had heard from the few female friends she had how much they hated this, hated for their boyfriends to cum in their mouth, but Gwynn was learning that she loved it. It made her feel sexy and powerful—to make a man like Dean, a man who resonated with calm power, come so completely undone. She loved it.
She swallowed as much as she could as Dean’s cock softened in her mouth, then Jason’s finger slipped inside her ass as his cock filled her, and she practically screamed.
“Oh, you feel so good, Gwynn. Soon it won’t be my finger in your tight ass; it will be my cock.” She groaned at his words, and she could see what Jason described in her mind, and she wanted it so badly.
Gwynn’s orgasm was on her with very little warning. There wasn’t any slow build like there had been earlier with Dean. No. Jason pounded into her hard and fast, one hand grasping her hip and pulling her into him, and then like a lightning strike, she was cumming.
“Oh, yes! Jason!” she screamed. Then she felt his cock expand inside her as her muscles clamped down him, and he exploded inside her. She could feel the heat of his orgasm, and she finally felt full and sated as they both collapsed, exhausted and panting on the bed.
They lay there panting for however long in a haze of bliss and relaxation, but eventually she felt Jason move off of her, and the blankets were then being pulled around her. Warm, safe, and relaxed between the two men she loved, she drifted off into a dreamless sleep.
Jason
Jason woke to the sound of pounding rain. He’d never been a sound sleeper, and between the rain and the loud crash of thunder, he was fully awake. He reached for his phone on the side table, and the numbers seemed to laugh at him. 4:30 AM—a full thirty minutes before he had to be awake on a good day. But a day like this? Even the cows won’t be coming to breakfast before the rain lets up.
“Hey.” Gwynn’s sweet voice broke through his thoughts, and he couldn’t help but smile at her. She was lying on her side facing him, the blanket bunched at her waist and her lovely breasts exposed to the air. She looked beautiful, rumpled from sleep, her skin a delectable shade of pink, and he had to kiss her. She should always have his kisses, he mused.
“Hey,” he whispered against her lips before capturing them in a slow, sweet kiss. Her lips were a little clumsy under his. She was still half asleep, but she was eager to kiss him, her tongue begging entrance to his mouth after a few seconds, and he gladly granted it.
Jason pulled her close, his cock becoming hard against her sumptuous thighs, and he grabbed a handful of her ass, squeezing and pulling her against him harder.
“Oh!” Jason grinned at her surprised gasp.
“’Oh’ is right, beautiful.” He then rolled them both over until she was lying sprawled over his chest and straddling his thighs.
Dean grunted a little and flopped over on his back like a dead fish, and Jason laughed at his best friend’s ability to sleep through almost anything. During his first tour in Afghanistan in Dean’s squad, it amazed him how Dean could sleep in transport vehicles, planes, and helicopters. Dean quite literally almost slept through a war.
“Should we?” Gwynn asked, a little breathless. “With him still asleep? Should we wake him?”
Her concern for Dean’s feelings made Jason’s heart swell, she was sweet and giving and caring, and fuck if he just wanted her body; he wanted her mind, soul, and heart.
He was already mostly in love with her. He couldn’t imagine what it would feel like when it came time to let her go.
She shifted on him a little and sat up a bit, and her warm, wet pussy brushed against his hard cock, and all melancholy thoughts of her eventual departure from the ranch faded to the back of his mind. He wouldn’t worry about the future—at least not while she was warm and naked and straddling his hips.
“Oh, baby, that man could sleep through an earthquake. Let him sleep. Besides, you’re ours, remember? This isn’t cheating or something; it’s just us enjoying each other till Dean wakes up and can join in.” He pushed one mused lock of dark blonde hair behind her ear while she processed his words. Jason co
uld watch her think and process things all day long. Her face betrayed all her emotions, desires, concerns, worries, and passion.
She nodded a short, jerky little nod, and Jason pulled her down for another kiss. His tongue slid past her lips into the warm cavern of her mouth. She tasted so damn good.
He lay back on the pillows, with her still straddling his thighs, her pale skin glowing in the bedroom's darkness, illuminated only by the pale light of the dawn trying to shine its way in through the massive rain-filled clouds.
“Well, beautiful, what are you waiting for? Aren’t you learning to ride?” he asked, and her eyes went comically wide, her hands moving to her midsection as if she was worried he would see a roll or something untoward on her body as she sat on top of him.
He pulled her arms from her body and placed them on his chest so she could balance herself, then with one hand, he grabbed her hip, the other grasping his cock, rubbing the head of it against her entrance, which was already dripping for him.
“Well, ride me, Gwynn.” His voice was dark and husky even to his own ears, and in one swift move, Jason lifted his hips at the same time she slid down, and he was buried to the hilt inside her. It felt amazing, like coming home. Something in his head whispered to him that this was where she belonged, but he pushed it away. She wouldn’t be theirs forever, no matter how right it felt.
“Fuck, you’re so tight, baby. I love being inside you,” he grunted, and his hands moved up her sides and found her breasts, squeezing them, pinching her nipples, and making her moan, but she was still not moving. His cock was just inside her, and it was driving him crazy. He needed her to move. He needed the friction of her tight walls moving on his cock.
“Baby, you can move. In fact, it would feel so good for us both if you did,” he whispered, giving her what he hoped was a reassuring smile, but damn, being inside her without her moving was driving him crazy.
“I—I don’t know what to do.” She turned bright red and bit her lip at her admission, and Jason felt himself fall a little deeper in love with her with just that look.
“Do what feels good, beautiful. Just move your hips and I will lay here and watch your beautiful body as you ride me.” He grinned and pinched one of her nipples playfully, and her hips grinded into him at the sensation.
“Yes, baby, like that,” he groaned encouragingly, and she rotated her hips again. He thrusted up into her at the sensation, and he must have hit the right spot because she tossed her head back and moaned loud and long.
Eventually she was riding him in a slow, tortuous pace, her hips undulating on his cock, and it was like his body was on fire. She felt so good.
Jason slipped his finger between their bodies to rub her clit in tight circles, making her groan and her hips speed up. He could feel his orgasm building slowly, like a fire slowly catching flame. He could feel it begin at the soles of his feet and spread upward, all his nerve endings on high alert.
“Well, this is a welcome sight,” came Dean’s sleep-roughened voice from next to them.
“Good morning,” Gwynn said to Dean and looked over at him, but she continued to ride Jason at her punishingly slow pace.
“Good morning, beautiful,” Dean replied and stretched up to kiss her.
“Good to see you’re putting our lone riding lesson to work. Can you multitask, sweetheart?” Dean asked and then pulled the blanket off of his body, exposing his thick erection.
“Ummmm,” Gwynn replied, unsure and sweetly innocent. She was still so new to this, and Jason loved it. He wanted them to show her everything.
Dean reached for one of the hands she had on Jason’s chest and placed it on his hard cock.
“Just stroke it while you ride Jason, baby, and I’ll watch. I can’t think of anything hotter, actually. Watching your beautiful body cum all over his cock while you touch me. Damn, I’m halfway to cumming just thinking about it.” Dean moaned and laid back on his pillow while Gwynn tentatively stroked him.
Jason was reaching his breaking point. He needed her to fuck him faster and harder.
“Ugh, Gwynn, you’re killing me, beautiful. Fuck me harder, please?” he begged. Then he grabbed her hips and began to move her harder and faster, his hips snapping up to meet her on every downward stroke.
She moved faster, and he could feel his orgasm building, a burning and tightening in his spine and balls, and he knew he was going to cum hard. He would explode inside her, filling her full of his essence.
“Oh, god, baby. Yes! Fuck, I’m gonna cum, Gwynn. I’m gonna cum so hard and deep inside you, baby.” He practically sobbed. He was so close, and he could tell without looking that Dean was close as well.
Jason redoubled his efforts with his fingers on her clit, pressing hard and rubbing fast back and forth repeatedly until she finally screamed with pleasure, cumming all over his cock. Her pussy grabbed his cock like a vice, clenching and squeezing on him in the most pleasurable way known to man.
He thrusted up once, twice, then halfway through his third thrust, he was cumming hard and endlessly it seemed, buried deep inside her, and it felt so fucking good.
Slowly, Gwynn leaned over Jason, her breasts pressed into his chest deliciously, and she was kissing Dean while still stroking him.
Jason lay there panting with his eyes closed, enjoying her body on his, as well as the hot sounds next to him.
With a groan, Dean came, and Gwynn slid off of him and wiggled between them. Dean brought his head to rest on her chest. He opened his eyes, enraptured with a satisfied little grin on his face, and brought her hand to his lips to kiss her fingers. Jason watched the tender moment not with jealousy, but with awe. He felt honored to not only be able to love this wonderful woman, but to share her with Dean.
“Well now, that is how I want to wake up every day,” Jason said, and he meant it. He noticed the rain was still beating down. It really was the best way to spend a rainy early morning.
Dean sighed his agreement, already halfway back asleep, but Gwynn was still wide awake, her fingers running through Dean’s hair with one hand, the other still clasped in Jason’s much larger one. She seemed unwilling to break the connection with both of them, even though the fucking had ended.
“Me too,” she whispered, then she kissed Jason, and they all three went back to sleep, sated and happy while the spring storm raged outside.
Gwynn
The next few days passed in a blur of hard work and pleasurable bliss like she had never known.
Gwynn spent most of her days writing like a fiend, the words flowing out of her at the rate of about eight thousand words a day. She had never been so prolific with her writing. Even her boring blogging that she did only to pay the bills wasn’t as torturous as it normally was.
Apparently when you’re rapturously happy and getting nightly sex—and sometimes in the morning, too—by two hot cowboys, writing is easy.
Who knew?
Happiness made her write, and she was so happy.
Gwynn really didn’t think things could get any better. Just this morning she sent the first five chapters of her manuscript off to her stepfather to get his opinion, and tonight she, Jason, and Dean were going into town for dinner, and to finally buy her a pair of cowboy boots and maybe do some dancing.
Even if she was terrified to dance in public.
Gwynn finished her day early to prepare for her date with Dean and Jason. She wasn’t sure if it was a date, but it felt like one to her, and if her two cowboys wanted to take her dancing, she wanted to look her best, which is how she found herself woefully staring at her half of the closet, hating her fashion sense—or lack thereof.
She had pulled every shirt from the closet and tossed in on the bed. None of them made her feel pretty.
She’d decided on wearing a pair of dark-washed, boot-cut jeans because they were what she wore on the afternoons she had her riding lessons with Dean, though her tennis shoes were starting to look downright disgusting from the dirt and muck in the corral, which was why
she needed the boots.
Besides, the way Jason and Dean both lit up when they talked about getting her a pair—just thinking about it made Gwynn feel things she was almost afraid to name.
“Hey, beautiful…” Gwynn could hear the confusion in Jason’s voice. And why wouldn’t he be confused? It looked like a small tornado had hit their bedroom. “Gwynn? Not that I will ever complain about the sight of you almost naked, but what’s wrong?” He playfully leered at her, clad in her jeans and bra, and he came to stand next to her where she was looking at every shirt she owned and tossing it on the bed.
“I hate them all,” she cried, looking back at the mess of clothing on the bed. She had tried all of them on at least twice, and she hated them all.