Authors: Elle Saint James
“Yes. It’s amazing. Don’t stop.”
“Relax,” Tyler murmured, and inched his way further inside until he was fully embedded.
She released a long sigh, realizing she’d held her breath as Tyler had penetrated her. “Having both of your cocks inside me is beyond description,” she whispered auspiciously.
“Good,” Tyler said, “Wait until we start moving.”
Dominick released the grip he had on her head and slid his hands down to her hips. “I’ll help you move on me as Tyler fucks your ass.”
The raw words sent her excitement threshold to a whole new level. She moved up and down on Dominick, and then Tyler moved out and in her newly stretched anal hole. The sensation took another unexpected breath from her. Two cocks was very filling, and yet also exhilarating.
Tyler soon slid a hand around and started stroking her clit.
Three flicks of his finger and she climaxed, shrieking as if trying to bring the walls down by her voice alone. Her pussy squeezed Dominick’s cock relentlessly. She moved faster and faster up and down. Tyler found a good rhythm working with her movements. The double penetration was even more intense as her orgasm spiraled deeper and deeper.
Beneath her, Dominick growled and pumped up inside her as she came down on him. Tyler suddenly pushed deeper than any previous thrust and groaned long and loud.
Suspended between these two intriguingly perfect men, Stella wondered how only doing this once would be enough to satisfy her sudden cravings for this new dark obsession she’d discovered.
Chapter Seven
Dominick and Tyler took turns massaging her in the shower. Each of Stella’s muscles ached in the best way possible from all the newfound sexual pleasures she’d experienced today.
Post shower, Dominick had carried her to the bed and given her a full body massage with his firm, magical fingers. Tyler watched for awhile, but soon reached out and started stroking her as well. The reality of four male hands stroking her skin from the top of her head to the tips of her toes was hard to dismiss. She could get use to it. They never once touched a nipple, her clit, or her pussy, as if trying to get her hot by not quite rubbing sensitive areas of her body. It drove her insane. Just when a wayward finger would rub close to an erogenous zone, the digit would veer off. But it was relaxing, too. She hadn’t slept well the night before. With so many orgasms today, it was a wonder she had lasted this long without falling sound asleep. The nap in Tyler’s room had helped, but she needed more rest.
Eventually, after so many rounds of decadent pleasure filling her senses, Stella let go and dozed off. She felt them leave the bed. But she only barely remembered them whispering in her ear about being back soon. She woke an indeterminate time later all alone in Tyler’s bed. A note propped on the bedside said to enjoy the lazy afternoon, they’d gone to check some things on the ranch property, and would be back in an hour or two.
She got out of bed and headed to the kitchen. In the distance she heard a vehicle engine rev its motor. They were probably zipping all around easily on their snowmobiles. Maybe later she’d ask them to take her out and about the property.
Stella called out, “Dominick! Tyler!” Then she listened for any noise to ensure no one else was in the house. Satisfied she was all alone and not about to be surprised by one of them, she traipsed naked down to the room they’d given her, and selected another men’s button-up shirt from the near-empty closet.
Her hair still damp, Stella flipped the mass over one shoulder, buttoned the bottom two buttons of the shirt, leaving the top fairly gaping open for their return. The last time she’d dressed this way and gone to the kitchen, she’d gotten lucky, repeatedly. She smiled to herself as she entered the kitchen to assess the remaining food supplies in the pantry for what she’d cook for dinner this evening. It would be a challenge, but she was empowered by testing herself for a change.
With the snow still falling gently, the skies were gray and made time assessment difficult. She glanced at the clock, noting it was still early afternoon and several hours until dark.
The sound of a motor approached the house from the direction of the garage. She heard what sounded like the garage door opening and smiled. Once they parked the snowmobiles, they would come through the kitchen. She decided to try to lure them into decadent sexual acts once more.
This would be so fun. She balanced her butt on a tall barstool and arched her back over the island, resting like she was ready to be fucked. She arranged her shirt so that one breast was uncovered, and bent one leg, putting her heel next to her ass on the seat. She rested her other foot on a barstool rung. They couldn’t miss her pussy on display now.
Wouldn’t they be surprised that she was ready for more double penetration and sexual delights?
She heard noises near the garage door and allowed her eyes to drift shut.
The door opened. She heard what sounded like a boot step enter the area.
“I have a surprise for you,” she called out.
Another step and then something fell to the floor. Stella’s eyes popped open in surprise. And then she promptly got another one. A strange man stood in the doorway to the kitchen.
Well over six and a half feet of muscle encased in black leather, he was a sight to behold. He also had his mouth partly open. At his booted feet was the plastic bag of groceries he’d dropped upon entering. “I’m surprised all right. Especially since you’re almost wearing one of my old shirts.”
Stella screeched and rolled off the stool, grabbing at the borrowed shirt to hold the front closed. “Who are you?” She backed up and grabbed a knife from the kitchen block, wielding it in front of her.
“Who the hell are
you
?” He parroted her question as his hands raised to the level of his waist. She brandished the knife and waved it back forth again. He didn’t have to know she wouldn’t be able to use it.
A long sigh escaped his lips “My name is Clay. I live here with two other guys. Where are they? What have you done with them?”
“I didn’t do anything with them!” Well, that wasn’t completely true. She’d done quite a number of “things” with them.
“I see.” He looked down, bent over, and picked up the bag he’d dropped when he’d come in to see her baring absolutely all.
“Don’t come any closer.”
“What’s your name, sweetheart? How on earth did you get out here in all this deplorable weather?” He didn’t move, but she was still intimidated. Even with the butcher knife in one hand, in a hand-to-hand test of skills between them, she’d lose. And she knew it. The serious look on his face said he knew it, too.
“Can we form some sort of truce? I have more groceries to bring in from my truck.”
“Truce?”
“Yeah. You put the knife down, and I don’t call the cops for home invasion.”
Stella pushed out a long, slow breath and gained a few wits about her. She lowered the knife and said, “You can’t call the cops. There’s no signal. And besides I was invited to be here.”
“Okay, Goldilocks, but I forgot the part of the story where you display yourself in a pornographic way in the kitchen. Perhaps I read the wrong version of that fairy tale.” He grinned so she knew he was joking.
“Very funny.” Stella sent a rueful gaze to his amused expression. “I don’t suppose I could get you to forget what you saw when you first came in here.”
He grinned even wider. “Not likely. A man doesn’t forget
that
sort of overt vision. Ever.”
“I thought you were Dominick and Tyler coming back.”
“Right.” His eyebrows rose. “Where are they again?”
She shrugged. “I was actually asleep when they left. The note they left on the nightstand said they went to check on a building on the property.”
Clay nodded. “Okay.” He lifted three bags on to the island she’d vacated. “I’ll go get the rest of the groceries, and then you can tell me your story.”
“I think you already know far more about me than I want you to.” She closed her eyes and felt heat creep up her cheeks. “Do you need any help?”
“No. I can manage. You can start putting stuff away if you want.”
She nodded, but didn’t move to touch the bags he’d put on the counter.
He took a step back, but then smiled again. “I don’t bite, unless a formal request is made, okay?”
She nodded and smiled at him, but still didn’t move a muscle closer. “So our truce is now in effect then?”
“Yes.” He exited the kitchen and Stella let out a breath she didn’t realize she’d been holding.
The first grocery bag was filled with various packages including beef steaks, a pork loin, two slabs of bacon, and a large package of chicken breasts. The second bag had various fresh vegetables and a large bag of apples inside. The third sack contained more staples for the refrigerator. There was butter, sour cream, dressing, cans of biscuits, two rolls of sausage and resting on top of everything was a large container of eggs. Recipes swirled in her head as she took inventory in her mind of all the new food available.
Clay returned with five more plastic bags of groceries threaded on his large forearms and hands.
“If I’d known the boys had a guest, I would have brought more.”
“That’s okay. I won’t be here much longer.”
“I assume the car in the ditch by the gate belongs to you, then?”
“Yep. Want to buy a slightly dented POS for a significantly reduced price?”
He cracked a smile. “Thanks for the offer, but I’ll pass. Besides, it might not be totaled. Dominick knows a guy that will tell you the truth, and either way give you the absolute best price for repair or salvage.”
Stella opened the refrigerator and started loading all the perishables inside. “That’s what he told me, but I’m not confident. I’ll likely have to sell my soul to fix it.”
“Dominick could probably help you out with that, too.”
She shot him a glare. “I’m not here to extract money.”
He shrugged. “Given the pose you were in when I arrived, I’m assuming you and my two roommates are intimately acquainted.”
“Thanks for not calling me a whore.”
He shot her a frown. “You look like you’re old enough to do what you want with your life. I promise I’m not making any judgments. I’ll admit I was more surprised than I initially thought.”
“Maybe it’s what I think of myself right now.” She pushed out a long sigh, realizing she already missed Dominick and Tyler, and hadn’t even left the property yet. But if Clay could come in, then she could go out, and her fantasy sex life was about to come to an end.
“You shouldn’t.”
“Why not?”
“Unusual circumstances. You were trapped with two good men in a fantasy lodge for over twenty-four hours. I’m sure Tyler talked you into letting go. He’s good at that. And if you have any inkling of what the DRMC is about, it can be intriguing. Did they explain it?”
“Yes. They explained what the DRMC is early on. I was very intrigued. And I was the one who instigated that first time. Truth be told, I probably I instigated what happened the second and third times, too.”
“Even better.”
“Why?”
“Because I know Dominick, and even Tyler wouldn’t have started anything with you if you weren’t completely willing. I’m sure he was ready to outline the details of the club all the way down to our bylaws within the first hour.”
She smiled. “Dominick held out for twelve hours. Until I made breakfast in a shirt much like the one I’m wearing now.”
“It looks better on you than it ever did on me.”