Sparks Fly(Divine Creek Ranch 11)(9)
She looked beautiful with her eyes closed, her lips wrapped around his brother’s cock. Clayton looked like a man well pleased with his wife as he ran his fingers through her hair. He murmured encouragement to her as she sucked his cock like she was savoring her last meal, giving little mewling, sighing sounds every so often.
Matching her pace with theirs, Lydia sucked and fucked his brother and him until they were both groaning in passion. Chills rippled hot and cold up Chance’s spine and the backs of his thighs. Lydia rolled her hips in a grinding, circular motion, tugging with every upward sweep of her pussy until he was sure she was seconds away from milking every drop of cum from his cock. Her hand clutched at him, and he felt the telltale tremors in her pussy as her orgasm drew near. A plaintive, needy sound came from her throat, and Clayton nodded at him as he reached for her swaying breast and tweaked her nipples lightly as Chance strummed her swollen little clit.
Sweat beaded on Clayton’s forehead, testifying to the control he was exercising as they played with her body until her near-constant moan became a wail of ecstasy. Chance arched his back, enjoying the feel of her tight, gripping pussy as it convulsed around his cock, milking his hot cum as he finally lost control and bucked beneath her, prolonging her orgasm. Clayton growled when she reached out and held on to his bicep and swallowed his cock down, still writhing on Chance’s cock.
“Oh, fuck me. Here it comes, Lydi!” Clayton cried out and the muscles in his legs, back, and buttocks drew up tight as his head fell back. Lydia sucked his cum down greedily, swallowing all of it until he stroked her cheek and she released him. Clayton caressed her shoulders and swayed a little bit as he shook his head and then smiled down at her, whispering, “Sweet girl.”
Lydia’s face glowed as she smiled up at Clayton then turned to Chance. “I love you both so much.”
Chance remembered a time when he’d have driven two hundred fifty miles one way for a smile from Lydia. He’d have gone to the moon and back for the one she gave him now.
“Love you too, baby,” Chance replied as he stroked her rosy cheek. “We’d better get in the shower. We don’t want to be late.” Lydia nodded but then cuddled up against his chest as Clayton released her and wobbled as he walked back to his lounge chair. “Well, maybe we can wait a few minutes.”
Lydia snuggled closer and repositioned herself, squeezing his cock with each subtle movement until he felt it stir to new life inside her. He marveled that she inspired such randiness in him. Maybe it was because she was so free with her love and shows of affection. Maybe it was because she was so spontaneous and open to trying new things. Whatever it was, he needed her in his life and wanted to give her whatever made her happy.
She finally stirred and yawned. “If I don’t get moving, I’m going to be worthless,” she said, looking like she’d been about to doze off.
Chance helped her when she slowly lifted up off his still semi-erect cock, which tingled as he watched it slip from her drenched pussy. He watched with deep satisfaction as she sleepily climbed from the chair with help from his brother. Chance’s cum leaked in droplets from her pussy as she gazed down at him, a sexually contented blush coloring her cheeks.
Feeling good for having satisfied her so well, Chance kissed her hip and slid a hand up her inner thigh until he reached her slick pussy and gently massaged her labia, avoiding her clit because it might still be too sensitive. “You’re an easy woman to love, Lydia.” Her slippery moisture coated his fingertips as Clayton pressed a kiss to her shoulder and slid a hand down her abdomen until his fingertips stroked her pussy too.
When she turned her head to look up at him, Clayton said, “I’d still be lost, if you weren’t here, Lydi. I love you so much.” His lips closed on hers, and she raised an arm to cradle Clayton’s head as she slid her fingertips through the short hair at the nape of Chance’s neck, speaking volumes with just her hands.
Chapter Three
Summer Webster held her phone to her ear and waited as it rang. Kemp’s gentle fingertips massaged her neck, and she groaned gratefully as she felt the tension from the past several days begin to unfurl. His strong hands always had the most wonderful effect on her. Her husband, Ace Webster, was driving them into town for the parade, while Kemp Whittier, the other love of her life and man she’d also bonded her heart to, sat beside her with that look in his eyes. Both of her men, who had been raised together as brothers, had been gone for a week and had only just gotten back into town the hour before.
She’d missed them terribly, and although business was booming, she’d had challenges that week when a supplier made big errors on several orders, resulting in shipping delays. One of the end results had been a change in jewelry suppliers. Summer had contacted Lily Cook, and now the intimate jewelry part of her business was thriving because the quality and selection were so much better. Plus she loved working with local artisans.