For Her Pleasure (2 page)

“If he knows what’s good for him,” Grady breathed.

She turned toward him and touched the buttons of his shirt. “You think we could get a head start? I mean…it’s been a long time since I made out in a truck.”

“Too long,” he said, turning farther. He unbuckled both their belts and brought her firmly against him. The kiss was a gentle teasing at first. Soon, it turned into more as his tongue sought to discover every part of her mouth.

“Damn, you taste good,” he said as his tongue slipped from her mouth. “You’re sweet like when we were kids.”

She moaned a soft sound of delight as they greedily indulged in the pleasure, kissing with escalating desire. Their tongues fought a luscious battle as each pressed closer, absorbing heat, flavor and texture until Annie and Grady were mindless to anything but a deep yearning for more. He made a soft growling sound as their mouths clung together. His hand slipped to her hip then up to her breast. There he teased her nipple with the movement of his thumb over her silk shirt. They broke apart gasping.

He shivered, his need obvious. “That was a little more intense than I might have expected.”

He smiled and leaned in for more as he whispered, “Don’t stop now.”

Moments into the second kiss, the cab’s light came on as Doug opened the truck’s door. They didn’t part until Doug asked, “You guys didn’t wait for me?”

Annie laughed as she pulled away from Grady and snapped her seatbelt into place again. “It’s been awhile.” She shrugged. “Just getting in a little practice.”

He grinned. “Practice sounds like a good idea to me.”

* * * *

They were at her house in minutes, since Doug figured he was due his turn. Grady drove like a madman as Annie and Doug enjoyed a sexy prelude to what they might expect tonight.

By the time the truck pulled into her long drive, Doug’s hands were inside her blouse, her breasts free of her bra, her nipples hard nubs of pleasure. She laughed as, the moment the truck came to a stop, each man took a breast into his mouth. Her laughter soon turned to soft moans of delight.

Annie managed to shake off the pleasure, knowing more lay in wait, if she could get them into house. “Come on, guys. Lets go inside. Now that you bought it, I want a sip of that champagne.”

After a quick stop in her kitchen they brought napkins, champagne, wine glasses, a knife and a small platter of cheeses to her room. Upstairs, she sat on her bed as she sipped her champagne. “This is delicious,” she said as she offered her glass for a refill.

Both Grady and Doug sat in comfortable club chairs brought from two corners of her room. Facing her, they waited for her to make the next move.

“You guys need to relax. I’m not going to break if you sit next to me on the bed.”

“Every damn thing in here is white. If I breathe too hard I’m going to stain something,” Grady grumbled.

“Both of you take off your boots and socks. Let your feet sink into this carpet. It feels like fur. I just got it.”

“Hope you enjoy it while you can, ‘cause when we get married, you’re not keeping our bedroom like this,” Grady said.

“Charlie didn’t sleep here. We didn’t share a bedroom. He said everyone should have some personal time and sleeping together wasn’t comfortable for him. Said he worked hard and needed his rest.” She studied the bubbles in her glass. “He probably talked in his sleep about all the women he was screwing. I’ve heard it can be exhausting.”

She smiled with exaggerated cheer. Grady wondered if the exaggeration was meant to disguise sadness.

Instantly, she picked up on his thoughts. “No, I’m not sad it’s over. I’m mortified to think I believed his bullshit.” She downed the liquid in her glass then laughed, this time with real humor. “I think we should send him a picture. What do you say? He should know the good little woman is getting it
real
good.” She opened her bedside table drawer and took out a huge box of condoms.

Both men looked at the box, each other then the lady across from them and smiled.

“You might be giving us a little too much credit,” Grady suggested.

“You mean you can’t use them all?” Annie teased, with a low chuckle. She kicked off her shoes and ran her bare toes through the deep, white pile.

“Don’t drop anything. You’ll never find it in this stuff,” Grady said. “And I think maybe we won’t send him pictures ‘til after the bigamy trial.”

“You’re probably right,” she murmured with a nod, then as if she’d just heard his earlier statement, she asked, “Who said I’m marrying you?”

Grady’s only response was another grin as he put down his glass then pulled off his boots and socks. He stood and began to drop his clothes behind him.

“I’ll give you plenty of time. Don’t worry.” His voice was deep, it brought a shiver of pure, sexual excitement down her back.

She watched both men peel away their clothes and licked her lips at the size of their huge hard-ons. Following their lead, she reached for her shirt hem. Both shirt and bra were discarded. Seconds later, the men were naked as the three met on the soft white rug.

“Even if you’re sorry about this tomorrow, don’t worry. I’ll make it right.”

Annie nodded, knowing somehow he could; only she wouldn’t be sorry. She’d dreamed of bedding this man since she was a teenager, dreamed of it until Charlie had entered the picture. Charlie, with his insincere, but practiced charm, had caused her to fall hard. He’d swept her off her feet, and before she’d had a chance to realize what he was about, she’d found herself “married”.

Trouble was, no matter what she felt for Grady, she’d never given into the need for him while she’d been with Charlie.

Until tonight. Until from now on. To see this man was to want him. Grady was good looking, sexy, quiet and sure of himself. She didn’t doubt half the women in town were crazy for him.

Doug kissed her shoulder. She smiled as he dropped his head to her breast then sucked a firm nipple into his mouth. While Doug teased her body, Grady opened her jeans and pulled them away, along with the tiny triangle of fabric that pretended to serve as underwear beneath it.

Gently, he cupped her hips in rough hands. Moments later, she was on her back, surrounded by luxurious fur, and he raised her hips to his mouth.

“
Oh…
” she moaned as he centered on her heat, his tongue knowing exactly how much pressure, how much play to bring a woman the most pleasure. Both men moved over her, teasing her flesh with exquisite caresses.

Annie closed her eyes, focusing on the thrill of lips, of rough fingers and of the luscious scratch of beards over her flesh. She was voracious for a man’s attention, starved for the touch of strong fingers, famished for everything they could give her. Delighting in the torment, her nerve endings came achingly alive, and she experienced a ravenous hunger she couldn’t envision ever being appeased. She’d never known anything like it. She’d never imagined anything like it. Almost overcome with sensation, she found herself gasping and knew nothing could ever feel better.

She kept her eyes closed and allowed sensations that were almost too powerful to bear to flow through her. Doug kissed her then Grady kissed her. She tasted herself in his mouth. A moment later, he was at her pussy again. His fingers played there for a second before his cock entered her.

Far larger than Charlie, his thrust pushed deep, deeper than she’d ever had a man. Unexpectedly, she was flung into a wild, greedy climax. She cried out. She was coming. It had never happened so fast. Her nipples were tight, hard buds of pure sensation. They were licked, pinched and sucked as Doug’s mouth combined with Grady’s dick caused her groan after groan of aching pleasure.

Doug’s finger tickled her clit, while Grady’s thrusts shook her to her core. It took only that to bring her to the verge of another climax. Having come once, she knew a sense of exhaustion yet yearned for still more.

She reached for the box beside her and flipped two packets upon her stomach. Grady pulled away and immediately caught her pussy with his mouth again. She gasped at the heat of his tongue. Pushing up on the balls of her feet, she raised her hips to him, silently pleading for him to never stop licking and sucking her. Vaguely, she heard both wrappers tear. Next, Grady took a quick glance into her night table drawer and smiled as he grabbed a small bottle of lubricant. He nodded at Doug to lay back and guided Annie to straddle him, to take him deep inside her. As she did, he played behind her, lubricating her tightness again and again until she thought she might grow mad with the pleasure of it.

He never stopped moving. His mouth was at her breast, his finger inside her body then two were inside, while his tongue ravaged her mouth and his free hand caressed her breasts.

Doug pushed up, deep inside her, and Annie groaned. She couldn’t seem to stop the sounds. It felt so good. Everything felt so wonderfully good. It was like the most perfect dream.

Then Grady was behind her. Gently, he slipped into place and gasped. “Jesus, you’re so tight. Am I hurting you?”

It may have hurt for a second, but the discomfort was almost instantly forgotten as sensation overtook thought. She was sitting on Doug, while taking Grady at the same time. She knew a moment’s surprise as carefully, tenderly Grady coaxed her giving flesh into receiving him. She’d imagined, judging by the size of both men, she’d never be able to do this. But she
was
doing it. Not only doing it, but she’d gained more pleasure than she could ever have imagined. There was nothing to equal this.

She couldn’t talk. She couldn’t answer Grady. She could barely breathe, while lights flashed behind her closed lids and all three of them moved in a slow easy rhythm. She moaned her pleasure as her entire being absorbed every succulent sensation.

Grady kissed her madly. Helpless, she could do little more than accept their gentle motion.

Grady whispered, “Are you good?”

She barely managed a breathless, “I’m good.”

“It’s not too much?”

“I’m good,” she repeated.

Behind her Grady grunted in a desperate tone. “Jesus, this is so tight.”

“You want to wait?” Annie asked.

“No, I can’t. I’m almost… Crap, I can’t stop” he said as his body surged forward and gave into the pleasure. She felt the throbbing, the pulsing of his dick as he came. After a bit, she felt him finally grow smaller and definitely softer. He pulled away and tickled her back and shoulder with his mouth. He played with her breasts and squeezed her nipples, while Doug, watching her carefully, moved steadily into her.

Annie groaned with pleasure. “So good” she murmured. “Oh, this is so good.”

Doug kissed her again, ate at her, absorbing all he could, hungry for her juices, while his dick surged into her depths. “Sweet,” he murmured, “Jesus, this is sweet.”

Grady pulled her back a bit, just enough to allow his hand to move between their bodies. His finger centered on her slippery clit again. Gently, he massaged the swollen nub, while Doug grew thicker and harder as he drove deeper into her softness.

She felt him come, felt the pulsing of his dick deep inside her, and she cried out her own pleasure. Her body convulsed, trembling, as she lost all reason and came until she swore there wasn’t a chance she could live if the pleasure went on any longer.

* * * *

Moments after they’d caught their breaths, all three headed for the shower. While warm water steamed the glass enclosure, they played. The men washed her, covering her with suds, while in return she did the same to them. It was a little too soon for either Doug or Grady to come again. Still, once they were clean, she gave them a special treat, and if they couldn’t climax, no one could say her efforts hadn’t been delicious.

Water beat off their bodies as both men sank their mouths into her softness while their fingers investigated her deep, soft tunnels of pleasure until she trembled with exhaustion and swore there was no way she could come again.

Afterward, wrapped in towels and temporarily satisfied, she lounged on her bed, pillows under her back, while both men lay sprawled one on each side of her. Annie knew she couldn’t have chosen better. Both men were agreeable to her every want. Gentle, experienced, they knew exactly how to please her. She felt extraordinarily treasured in their arms and sighed her contentment. “The floor is soft, but this is cushiony. Much better,” she said.

“The floor is only three inches soft,” Grady reminded. “I have a feeling you like some things a bit longer than three inches.”

“You could be right,” she returned with a grin. “Anyone hungry?”

“I think we’ve all worked up an appetite,” Grady said.

“How about coffee, eggs and toast?”

“I burn everything,” Doug said. “Grady, why don’t you make it while I keep Annie company up here?”

“Why don’t we all make it?” she said, quickly stalling any possible disagreements and noting the hard look that suddenly entered Grady’s eyes. “Doug, you make the toast. I’ll make the coffee and set the table while Grady, fries up the eggs. Deal?”

“Sounds good to me,” Grady agreed.

“Are we dressing?” Doug asked.

“Whatever’s comfortable,” Annie returned with a shrug as she threw off her towel and slipped into a silk robe.

Grady pulled on his jeans. Doug did the same.

Chapter Three

After they’d eaten, all three retired again to Annie’s bedroom. Naked beneath her sheets, they played a bit, had a quickie—a double quickie as the men took turns with her. Then Doug groaned that he was exhausted because he hadn’t done it twice in one night in years and as a result would be useless at work tomorrow if he didn’t get a few hours shut-eye. He rolled his back to Annie and Grady, while they, apparently possessing a bit more stamina, quietly continued playing throughout most of the night.

“Did you have a good time?” Grady asked as he cuddled her to him.

She smiled. “What do you think?”

“I think you’re wonderful. I think I’m probably in the middle of a wet dream and I don’t ever want to wake up.”