Acceptable Risk (3 page)

“When you were talking to Duke,” said Ranger,
“he mentioned something about you wanting a harem? Or did I
misunderstand?”

“I didn’t think he was talking that loud!”

Ranger grinned at her in the rear view mirror.
“And yet, I heard it.”

“You must have fucking bionic hearing or
something. Shit.”

Mac leaned towards her again, kissed her cheek,
her jaw, and just under her ear. “Don’t change the subject, my
fiery little vixen. Spill. You want a harem?”

He kept with the little butterfly kisses, but
when she turned to kiss him on the lips, he sat up and said,
“Spill, Cupcake, cause I’m not sure I’m up to wearing harem pants.”
His eyes were laughing at her, but she could hear the undercurrent
of arousal.

“Fine,” she said as she rolled her eyes.
“Cassie, the other friend with us, is in a relationship with three
men. Isaac was with her tonight, but there are four people in the
relationship. One’s a dancer and he had a performance tonight, and
the other owns a restaurant and was working. Watching the four of
them together made me joke I wanted a harem, but the truth is, the
idea of three people in bed has been kind of a fantasy since I
first met them. Of course, Cassie’s guys are bisexual, so it isn’t
just her satisfying three men.” She looked at Mac and let him see
her worry. “This is different, you’ll all be focused on me, so,
yeah, I guess I’m starting to psych myself out, a little.”

“It’ll be okay,” Mac assured her. “I’m a voyeur,
I like to watch, so there’ll be at least some of the time you’ll
just have two of us working you. Bottom line, if you want us to
stop, we will. Whether you want no to mean no, or whether you want
a safeword, is totally up to you.”

Bethany looked towards the front seat again.
“Duke told me Ranger’s a Dom. Are all of you?”

“I’m not,” Mac told her, “but the two up front
are. Ranger’s more intense than Jonathan, but none of us are
submissive. I’m not a Dom, but I certainly have a dominant
personality, and no one’s ever accused me of being too
vanilla.”

Jonathan’s house was an older home, but Ranger
had been right to call it big — five bedrooms and three full baths,
though none of the rooms they walked her through downstairs
appeared to be furnished.

Not that she was looking at the décor, because
Mac pressed her to the wall inside the front door the second she
stepped in, his hand coming up under her shirt and landing on her
breast, and she was suddenly swimming in a fog of arousal
again.

She heard Ranger say, “Bedroom,” as he walked up
the steps, and Jonathan said, “Raggedy, wrap your legs around the
big guy, let him carry you upstairs. We’ve waited this long for a
bed, no need to stop twenty yards from the goal.”

Mac’s hands went down, pulled her legs up, and
one of his hands held her ass while the other pressed between her
shoulders making sure she stayed put. Somehow, he kept kissing her
as he carried her upstairs, and she was deposited on a king sized
bed, flat on her back with her legs in the air.

“I want those boots to stay on,” Ranger said,
his shirt and shoes already off, his chest and abs perfectly
sculpted so she wanted to lick the curves and twists of each
individual muscle.

She was wearing high heeled black leather boots.
They hugged her calves and came to just below her knees, and
Bethany lifted one foot towards Ranger and told him, “Fine as long
as I’m on my back, but they torque my ankles in doggy.”

“Mmmm. Not if your feet hang off the edge of the
bed.”

Jonathan pulled her skirt off as Mac removed her
shirt, and they all looked at her matching panties and bra for a
good five seconds before Jonathan said, “I vote we leave those on a
little while, too.”

As a massage therapist, Bethany had to wear
scrubs at work. Long ago, she’d taken to wearing sexy, matching
underwear, and these were purple silk with cream lace, and were
amongst her top ten favorites. She didn’t have time to think much
about her skivvies, though, because Jonathan’s lips crashed into
hers as Mac pulled his shirt over his head and started kissing from
the top of her boots, up her inner thighs, and towards the good
stuff.

She didn’t know how to react, who to respond to,
and being out of control was about to freak her out when Ranger
kneeled on the bed above her, pulled her arms towards him, and
stroked them. The insides of her elbows were pointing up, so his
fingers caressed the sensitive skin of her inner arms — from
armpit, to the inside of her elbow, her inner forearm, wrist, and
palm.

“We have you,” Ranger told her, his voice
calming, steady, deep. “For now, you don’t have to do anything.
Just relax and accept us, let us make you feel good. Let us learn
your body.”

His words soothed her, and while she didn’t
relax, her pre-freak-out stopped before it became a full-fledged
panic.

Mac was kissing her over the top of her panties
now, and Jonathan had pulled a breast out of her bra, his tongue
tormenting her nipple. She had her boots firmly planted on the bed,
pushing her crotch shamelessly into Mac’s face while Ranger held
her hands over her head. Bethany wasn’t sure why, but Ranger
holding her arms felt safe, maybe because it took the pressure of
having to do something for them away? Reminding her she only needed
to let them pleasure her, for now?

“I think our girl needs an orgasm, Mac,” said
Ranger. “She’s thinking too hard. Why don’t we lose the
panties?”

Mac earned bonus points by being super gentle
with them, as if they were sacred, but she only had a second to
think about it before his tongue was on her clit and she moaned as
her head tilted towards Ranger.

He seemed to understand what she wanted, and
moved to the side and leaned in to kiss her. As before, his kiss
made it clear he was possessing her, and suddenly Bethany felt as
if they were all trying to make her feel them more than the others
— Mac at her pussy, Jonathan at her breasts, and Ranger at her
mouth.

Ranger seemed to know immediately, though, and
he put his cheek against hers and said, “Sshhh, it’s okay. Feel
what Mac’s doing to you? Where do you want his tongue? Don’t give
him orders, but you can tell him what feels good, what’s
working.”

“Fingers,” she gasped. “Need more than tongue,
he’s driving me fucking crazy!”

“Mmmm, no fingers for you, today. If you’re
ready to be filled it’ll be with someone’s cock.”

Mac sucked her clit, and it was almost enough to
send her over, but not quite, and she squeezed her eyes closed,
pushed her hips up, and begged, “Please!”

“Please what, Raggedy?” Jonathan asked as he
worked on her breasts. “Tell us you want a cock in you, if you have
a preference you can tell us, otherwise we’ll work it out. No
pressure, it’s all good.”

“Cock then, please!”

It didn’t seem to take more than ten seconds for
Ranger and Mac to undress and get into position. They both wore
condoms, but Mac asked for her flavor preference and her blood ran
even hotter as she realized she’d get to pleasure him orally, as
he’d done her.

They put her head near the edge of the bed,
still on her back, and Ranger grabbed her boots at the ankles, held
her feet up, and Bethany gasped and moaned as he pressed his
beautiful cock into her pussy, spreading her, filling her, as his
abs flexed beautifully above her.

Mac held his cock at her mouth and ordered,
“Lick, Bethany. I know Ranger’s sinking into you, but I want to
feel your tongue.”

Awash in a sea of bliss, she braced her hands on
his hips, tilted her head back a little more, and took his cockhead
into her mouth. He didn’t fuck her face, but let her control the
depth and tempo with the grip she held on his hips.

However, she kept losing focus, her attention on
Ranger and his cock as it filled her over and over again — slow and
steady for now, thank goodness, but each stroke was a delicious
torture. Mac tickled her lips with the tips of his fingers to
remind her, but there was too much going on and she worried she’d
never find release.

Eventually, she sucked just the head of Mac’s
cock into her mouth and tortured the tip with her tongue. She could
still enjoy Ranger’s cock moving in her pussy this way, and soon
realized her squeals and moans were translating to Mac’s cock like
a vibrator.

Ranger alternated slow and fast, shallow and
deep, and he changed up the angles. She sucked and licked Mac as
her arousal changed, and could tell from Mac’s noises, he liked
it.

She gasped around the head of Mac’s cock as
Jonathan’s mouth sealed around her right nipple, and Ranger said,
“God,
yes
. She likes that, Jonathan. Love the way her cunt
squeezes my dick.” He sped up a little, and said, “Okay Bethany,
I’m going to make you come, now. Mac’s going to sink deeper in your
mouth and let you suck, but you don’t have to do anything else,
okay? Just feel what we’re doing. No work required.”

Bethany nodded, thankful he knew why she hadn’t
been able to come, and then there were no thoughts. Ranger hadn’t
been going fast before, but now he was and he must have learned
something with all of those changes in angles, because this time he
ramped her up close and then shoved her over the edge into a
screaming orgasm. She tried to keep Mac’s cock in her mouth, but
gave up as her body thrashed and moved through the bliss storming
through her system.

Ranger waited until she started calming before
he sped up even more, and then grunted as he came in the condom,
deep inside her.

No sooner than Ranger pulled out, Mac was on his
back on the bed and Jonathan lifted her onto him, sitting her on
Mac’s cock and then gently laying her forward. Mac’s arms came
around her and he said, “You get a little bit of a rest now, I
think Jonathan’s interested in your beautiful ass.”

“I’m not a poet, but this ass could inspire me
to take it up,” Jonathan said.

“Oh, please,” she told them, her voice drowsy.
“None of you’ve given me cheesy lines to try to get me here. Don’t
start with them now.”

“Not a cheesy line,” Jonathan protested. “It’s
true. I’ll go slow, but tell me if you need me to slow down more,
okay?”

“Yeah. Not a problem.”

Ranger came back into the room, condom gone and
still nude. He bent his face to hers, his lips briefly touched
hers, then came back for a passionate, intimate, affectionate kiss.
He pulled away enough to get eye contact, and asked, “You
good?”

Tired and sated, she was looking forward to more
sex, and she nodded as she ground her hips around Mac’s cock. Mac’s
moan vibrated through his chest to her cheek, and she said, “I am.
Are you?”

“It won’t always be like this. We’ll all want
one-on-one time with you, too. We all lead busy schedules, but if
you’re interested, I’m hoping this isn’t a one night thing.”

“Dude,” Mac complained. “Do you mind? My cock’s
buried in her sweet pussy. We can tell her how much we like her
later.”

“Stupid fuck,” Jonathan said from behind her.
“She needs to know we like her now, too. No pressure, but she’s
funny and smart on top of being smokin’ hot.” His hand touched both
cheeks of her bottom and he said, “Okay, Raggedy, I’m all set back
here. Sorry it took me a few minutes to get set up, I’ll try to be
more prepared next time.”

“S’okay,” she assured him. “I needed a little
time to catch my breath, anyway.”

He scratched his nails up the backs of her
thighs, massaged her butt cheeks a minute, and then slowly spread
them. “Mmmmm. In case you haven’t figured it out, I’m primarily a
tits man, but I have a thing for asses, too, and yours is so
perfectly perfect, I have no words.”

She heard a glove going on, and then felt a
slick finger at her bottom hole.

He didn’t just stick it in, but massaged around
it until she pushed up a little, practically begging him to go
in.

Ranger was lying beside her now, stretched out
beside Mac. She opened her eyes and saw him watching her, and he
grinned and said, “If you give us a chance to teach you, then a few
months from now you’ll be a little sideways off Mac’s chest and
will have my cock in your mouth, but I’m good with watching right
now. Fair warning, though. I’m hoping to have your ass before the
night’s done.”

Jonathan slowly worked her back up until she
couldn’t keep her hips still as she ground on Mac below her.

Bethany lifted her torso to watch Mac, his eyes
closed and his breathing ragged, and she wished she were tall
enough to kiss him, but no way could she reach. She touched his jaw
with her fingers, and he opened his eyes.

“You’re amazing,” he told her. “So reactive, so
free, uninhibited. I don’t have to ask if you like your ass played
with, I can tell exactly what it’s doing to you. I feel every
twitch and spasm of your pussy, and it’s taking every ounce of
control I have to keep from flipping you over and pounding you into
the mattress, but I like this too much to bring it to an end.”

“Well,” Jonathan said from behind her, “as much
as I’ve enjoyed playing with her ass, it’s ready to be fucked.”
Bethany heard him taking the glove off, saw it sail through the air
in the general direction of the bathroom, and heard a condom
wrapper.

She rested her torso on Mac’s muscled chest once
again, suddenly nervous at the prospect of her first double
penetration.

Mac’s arms wrapped around her. “We have you.
You’re comfortable, right?”

She kept her face on his chest, eyes closed, and
nodded.

“It’ll be good, and if for some bizarre reason
it isn’t, we’ll stop and do something else,” Jonathan assured her
from behind, his cock touching her asshole. “Move on Mac’s cock. I
know you’re rubbing your clit against him, is the angle right for
it to hit the spot when you grind, or do we need to get Mac’s hand
down there?”