Chapter Twenty-four
Clayton smiled as he gazed upon Lydia. The Neanderthal that lurked within him was beating his chest with satisfaction, too. He’d told her his goal was to have her as relaxed as possible, but his underlying, unspoken goal was also to bring her to a state of heightened arousal. Not easy to achieve since the goals seemed opposite of each other. But she was definitely there.
Thunder cracked in the distance as he and Clayton worked the last traces of work-related tension from her muscles. Her cheeks were suffused with a rosy color that belied the relaxed state her body was in. Part of that was because of their positioning.
Lydia lay face down on a thick bath sheet on the double chaise lounge in their living room. Clayton was on his haunches, straddling her thighs and massaging her lower back and ass. Chance was in the same position, directly in front of and facing her, massaging her shoulders, arms, and upper back. The curves of the chaise lounge were such that her neck was not arched uncomfortably and she was practically face-to-face with Chance’s very erect cock.
He’d chosen this room because the forecasted storm was coming from the southeast and they would be able to see it through the windows at the front of the house as they both made love to her.
She’d asked for The Rancher’s Lady, and that was what had happened in the book. With any other woman, the notion of replaying a scene from a book would have struck him as laughable and cheesy, but putting all of this together and seeing how she reacted made him hotter than hell.
Clayton poured a little more of the lightly scented massage oil into his hands and gave Chance a little more as well. The fragrance of lavender hung in the air, and Clayton felt that all three of them had entered some state of heightened awareness as they slowly kneaded her muscles. Lydia groaned when Chance gently squeezed the muscles in her shoulders, and Clayton’s painfully hard cock tingled in response.
With his freshly oiled fingers, Clayton stroked a light line down her lower back and into the cleft of her ass. He grinned as she tilted her round, little ass up to him, giving him greater access.
“Clayton,” she breathed out softly, and her voice had a sexy, panting quality to it that told him the time was drawing near. From that point forward he focused solely on her ass. Squeezing both cheeks in his hands, he watched as she gasped and tilted up to him again. He could tell by her movements and her wiggling that she was very turned on by the attention to her ass.
Clayton looked up at Chance, and when his brother nodded he switched to the bottle of lubricant on the side table. He poured a clear stream of it into his hand as lightning crackled across the horizon outside the window. Lydia gasped as the thunder boomed moments later. Clayton couldn’t have asked for a better setting than this for their first ménage. The tension was palpable in the air.
He rubbed his fingertips across each other and then massaged the inner area of her cleft around the tight rosette of her asshole. She lurched in surprise but then settled immediately as Chance leaned down and whispered in her ear and stroked her back until she relaxed again.
Clayton squeezed and stroked her derriere until she wiggled at him again and then extended his thumbs downward to her glistening, swollen pussy. Droplets of her own juices seeped from her lips and he stroked them, spreading the lubricant and her own slick moisture around her entrance.
“Oooh!” she moaned when a single fingertip slid effortlessly into her cunt. His dick bobbed and jerked with desperate need to go there, but he controlled the urge.
Another gasp escaped her as he pressed his thumbs against her outer pussy lips and drew his thumbs firmly back to the area around her asshole, still massaging her. He flipped the top on the lubricant and her breathing reached a staccato rhythm as he dripped more of the lubricant onto his fingertips. She must have been anticipating where he would place it.
He pressed his lubricated thumb to her tightly clenched asshole and rubbed in a circular motion as he said, “This sweet, little asshole is about to be mine, isn’t it, Lydi?”
“Oh, yes,” she whispered, pressing back against his thumb in an erotic, sinuous movement. He glanced up at his brother, and Chance made eye contact and rolled his lust-filled eyes at him.
He massaged the tight ring with deliberate, circular strokes and said, “Soon your snug little bottom is going to be full of my cock.”
Lydia murmured, “Clayton, I’m about to come just listening to you talk like that.”
Clayton chuckled with satisfaction. “Good, Lydi. You come as many times as you want to. There are no limits on your pleasure.”
Wind buffeted the windowpane, and branches on the trees billowed outside the window. Lightning cracked nearby, and he fought the impatient, urgent need to fuck her this moment. She undulated against his massaging thumb and cried out as it slid into her virgin ass to the first knuckle.