The Wolves Catch Their Attorney(18)

Fergus took one of her hands, and Cam took the other. Suddenly she had to know. “Do you prefer to be called Cam or Campbell or something else?”

“I really don’t mind. Cam’s just a lot easier, I suppose.”

She nodded. “Sorry for interrupting, Fergus.”

Now Fergus nodded, then he said. “Sierra, we both want to go to bed with you, to fuck you, to give you orgasms. I’m sure you wouldn’t be in this room with us right now if you didn’t agree to this, but I need to hear you say it. You’re an entrancing woman, mind, body, and spirit, and we both want to possess you.”

Cam squeezed her hand. “I can’t stop thinking about you.”

“I’ve enjoyed your company, both of you, very much. I like you both, too, and I’ve had fun talking to you, and being with you. This seems a logical next step.”

“Once you’re up on the swing one of us will suck you off, then the other one will fuck you. So you’re guaranteed two orgasms, Sierra. Cam, you can choose. Do you want to be first, in which case you get to suck her, or second, in which case you get to fuck her?”

“Oh, first definitely. I don’t think I can wait any longer.”

“Are you good with that plan, Sierra?”

She smiled. “I’m looking forward to it. At least the swing’s made of padded leather, not fucking rope.”

“Yes, I was wondering what you thought of the act downstairs,” said Cam.

“Oh those ropes were definitely a whole lot more erotic than the ones I got to climb on.”

Fergus climbed off the bed. “Time to get undressed.”

The men seemed to be about to peel off their clothing where they stood. That wasn’t Sierra’s style. She intended this dress to look uncrushed and unslept-in when she put it on again to go home.

Picking up her shoes, she walked back over to the television, and placed her shoes neatly on the floor in front of it, then removed and folded her dress, laid it and her purse on the quilt, and put her underwear on top of her purse. Then she turned to look at the men. Both were staring at her and seemed pleased with what they saw.

Thank goodness for that. She was a fraction overweight, although a lot of her body mass was muscle from the intense workouts she did at the gym. However, as the ropes course had taught her, she needed to work even harder there. Most of the bruises had faded to pale green or yellowish and were now quite small. The scab over the gash in her forearm had healed to just a pink line. Her belly was rounded, not flat, but her breasts were still firm and her ass didn’t wobble too much. She rated her body about a B plus.

“You’re beautiful,” said Fergus.

“We’re so lucky to have you,” added Cam.

Both men seemed perfectly sincere. “Thank you,” she replied gently.

As she walked back to the bed she studied the sex swing. Standing on the bed seemed to be the easiest way to climb up into it. There was a piece that seemed to be the headrest, then the main place to put her back, stirrups for her legs, and leather straps to hold on to. Yes, she could do this.

This time when she climbed up on the bed she stood on the bed itself, up near the headboard, and then grabbed the stirrups and pulled the swing toward her. Holding it with one hand she was about to launch herself up into it when Cam stood beside her and said, “Let us hold it still for you first.”

Of course. This wasn’t a test. She didn’t have to do it alone. She was so used to being self-sufficient she’d almost forgotten these men were here to pleasure her not compete with her. She let the smile trying to break out on her face have free rein. What a revelation that was. They wanted to help her have pleasure. No competition. No putting her down or trying to thwart her or derail her success. Just acceptance and help. Wow!

She turned to smile at Cam and he and Fergus held the swing in place then Cam gave her ass a push as she climbed up into the seat. That helped her nicely as she wiggled around, turned over, and lay back, sliding her feet through the stirrups and gripping the leather straps with both hands.

“This is rather comfortable,” she said, surprised.

“Well it’s a love swing. Of course it’s comfortable,” said Cam. He moved around to the end of the swing, and leaned over her body, gently kissing her mouth, then her breasts, and down to her belly button. For a long time he played with it, nibbling the rim and licking her belly, but gradually he made his way lower until he was licking her bikini line.

Sierra wanted to tell him to hurry up. His teasing was arousing her, making her want so much more. Then she realized two could play at this game. Her body was safely balanced on the pad, so she carefully moved one hand, letting go of the leather strap, until her hand was on his head, stroking his hair and neck, teasing his earlobe and patting the bits of him she could reach.