Steven began to lap at her, lifting her so that his tongue started at the bottom of her slit, stroked up, and swirled against her clit. He did it again and then again. And then he brushed against the rosette of her anus, pushing his tongue in a little as he stroked over her, setting her ablaze.
Matthew moved on the bed beside her, but she couldn’t spare him more than the barest notice because Steven opened his mouth over her cunt and began to suck.
“Oh, oh, oh!” A second orgasm captured her, lifted her from the ground and carried her high, higher into the clouds where there was nothing solid to grab on to, just the sense of soaring, sailing, with no end in sight.
Matthew moved and something smooth and cold brushed against her anus, pushed in, then releasing. Then something harder, larger, pressed against that virgin opening, pressing and pressing, and then sliding slowly into her.
Steven lowered her and moved up her body. She felt the brush of his latex covered erection against her wet folds. He sank in, balls deep in one sure thrust.
Kelsey wrapped herself around him, lifting her hips to receive him, the feeling of fullness, of being stretched and stuffed simply incredible.
She felt a hand stroke her head, and she turned, opened her mouth, and kissed Matthew.
“We’ll keep that butt plug in you for a few hours,” he whispered. He returned his mouth to hers, and Kelsey sucked his tongue deep. The slap of flesh, the grunt of one lover filling her, and the scent of their bodies all combined to push Kelsey over the edge once more.
This time she came and came and wondered how the world didn’t explode in a giant ball of fire and consume them all.
* * * *
Matthew stood on the front porch, birdsong serenading him as he sipped from his mug of coffee. His gaze landed on Kelsey’s car, and he grinned. He and Steven both knew she’d driven here last night so she could get out of bed and drive herself home. Staying over hadn’t been her intention, as that action would seem to her to be just a bit too intimate.
Of course, she hadn’t counted on their determination to love her so hard and so well that she’d have no choice but to sleep.
So far, their campaign to win Kelsey was going according to plan. She didn’t miss an opportunity to reiterate that the relationship they’d embarked on was sex only. He and Steven always readily agreed with her, even as they worked to make it more than that.
To the east, the horizon grew lighter, pale pink streaked with faint yellow, daybreak gathering as if being created out of the mist. Steven had already headed out to the barn, and Kelsey slept on.
He’d rather she kept on sleeping. Before they’d brought her to their bed, he and Steven had both noticed she seemed to do little more in her life than work. She had made no room in her life for fun. He and Steven wanted to love her in every sense of the word, and that meant doing loving things like taking care of her, pampering her, and letting her sleep.
Of course they had to balance that against her wishes. Kelsey wouldn’t appreciate their letting her continue sleeping when she had work to do. Saturday was one of the busiest days at Lusty Appetites, and he and Steven both respected her dedication and work ethic too much to try and interfere with that.
Maybe someday in the future, when her belly swelled round with their first child, they might suggest a lighter schedule.
Matthew sighed. They wanted to give Kelsey everything, including filling the hole in her mother-heart.
He couldn’t imagine the pain she’d endured, watching her family gunned down before her very eyes. He recalled, when it happened, how Susan had been so completely devastated and so determined to do all she could for her good friend.
When she’d told the town trust she wanted to renovate a building on Main to be a restaurant for Kelsey, the vote had been a unanimous yes.
One look at Kelsey and Matthew and Steven had said a unanimous yes, too.
Winning Kelsey’s love wasn’t going to be easy, but sure as hell would be worth whatever trouble they had to go through—even letting the woman they loved function under the mistaken belief that they were only interested in sex with her.
The day grew lighter.
Time to go wake up our sleeping beauty with some fresh coffee and a kiss.
Next time, he’d head out to cover the chores and give Steven the privilege.
He found her as they’d left her, sprawled face down in the middle of the bed. She’d kicked the blankets down so that she lay prone, naked down to the cute little dimple above the crack of her ass.
He set the cup on the nightstand. Certainly awakening the woman he loved with fresh coffee, made to order, would be considered thoughtful by anyone’s definition. Matthew definitely wanted to be considered thoughtful.