The pleasure was too intense, my need for them too great. That first orgasm hadn’t cooled my ardor, only made me even greedier. And now I took.
Both men. Both cocks. All the pleasure they could give.
I came, clenching down on both of them. My back arched, my bottom pushing back and taking them both deeper. More.
I cried out, groaned, clenched. Just gave over to the amazing bliss.
I was lost. Loved. Held. Well and truly fucked.
Sam thrust deep one last time, shouted my name as he came. I could feel the heat of him as he filled me. Ashe was seconds later, his grip on my hips tightening and his cum flooding me, dripping out.
We were a sweaty, sticky mess and I couldn’t have been happier.
Carefully, Sam pulled out and went into the en suite bathroom. Ashe rolled us to the side, his cock slipping free. Cum dripped from me, a blatant and virile sign that I was truly theirs.
Sam came back with a wet cloth and they each took a thigh, parted me so he could clean me up. It was so intimate, this care.
Then he cleaned himself and tossed the washcloth on the floor.
Sliding into bed with us, he grabbed the sheet, tugged it up.
“Welcome home, sweetheart.” Sam leaned over, kissed me, stroked my arm with his knuckles. Ashe kissed along my shoulder, his hand on my belly as if neither of them could stop touching me.
I closed my eyes, felt loved.
We were in a guest bedroom at Steele Ranch. Definitely not our home. But I knew what he meant. I was home. With Sam and Ashe. Between them. Right where I wanted to be.
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Montana Fire - Chapter One
“I’m not sure which one I want. I didn’t realize there were so many choices!”
The woman wasn’t on the hunt for a new car or juice boxes at the grocery store. Nope. She wanted a dildo. I called her type a Waffler. Someone who contemplated all options before even attempting to make a choice. Because of Miss Waffler, I had ten different dildo options spread out across the counter. Glass, silicone, jelly and battery powered. She needed help.
That’s where I came in. My name is Jane West and I run Goldilocks, the adult store in Bozeman, Montana, my mother-in-law had opened back in the seventies. Story goes she named it after the fairytale character when a mother bear and her two cubs strolled down Willson right in front of the store the week before it opened. She called it fate. Or it could have been because her name is Goldie, so it made sense. I started working for her when my husband died, a temporary arrangement that helped her out. Three years later, things had turned long-term temporary.
The store was tasteful considering the offerings. The walls were a fresh white with shelves and displays just like you’d find at the typical department store. Then tasteful made way for tacky. Gold toned industrial carpet like you’d see in Vegas, a photo of a naked woman sprawled artfully across a bearskin rug hung over the counter. A sixties chandelier graced the meager entry. Goldie had to put her unique stamp on things somehow.
It wasn’t a big store, just one room with a storage area and bathroom in back. Whatever she didn’t have in stock—although you'd be amazed at the selection Goldie offered in such a small space—we ordered in. Montanans were patient shoppers. With few options store-wise in Bozeman, most people ordered everything but the basics from the Internet. There’s one Walmart, one Target, one Old Navy. Only one of everything. In a big city, if you drove two miles you came across a repeat store. Urban sprawl at its finest. Not here, although there were two sets of Golden Arches. One in town and one off the highway for the tourists who needed a Big Mac on the way to Yellowstone. The anchor store of the town’s only mall was a chain bookstore. No Nordstrom or Bass Pro Shop out here. You shopped local or you went home to your computer.
In the case of the woman in front of me, I wished she’d just go home.
Don’t get me wrong, I liked helping people and I was comfortable talking sex toys with anyone. But this time was definitely different. Big time.
Behind Miss Waffler stood a fireman. A really attractive, tall, well-muscled one wearing a Bozeman Fire T-shirt and navy pants. Can you say hot? A hot man in uniform? Yup, it was a cliché, but this one was dead-on accurate. God, he was literally heart stopping gorgeous. He’d made mine skip a beat. I felt all tingly and hot all over.
He’d come in while I was comparing the various dildo models before I went into the perks of having rotation for best female stimulation, and when I looked up…and up and he was there, I practically swallowed my tongue. I’d certainly lost my train of thought. I had no idea God made men like him. Magazines, maybe. Real life? My real life? Wow.