“It’s okay, sweetheart,” Jake said. “We can try again another time.” Jake withdrew his cock from Trey’s grasp and moved aside. “Right now, let me watch Trey fuck you.”
Danielle glided down, swallowing Trey’s thick hard cock inside her. She wrapped her arms around him, and, as he stood up, she curled her legs around him, too. He pressed her against the rock wall, a slight horizontal bulge in the rock acting as a ledge to take some of her weight, and he surged forward. The fullness of his cock inside her sent her senses reeling. She wanted more.
He drew back and thrust again.
“Oh God, you two are so sexy.” Jake stroked his cock as he watched Trey fuck her against the wall.
Trey’s cock glided in and out of her, sending wild sensations dancing through her as he thrust deep. She squeezed him inside as she clung to his broad, muscular shoulders. Such strength. Such raw male power.
His cock drove deep again, then again. Intense pleasure bubbled up, then exploded in a mind-shattering orgasm as she wailed her release.
They clung to each other, breathing heavily in the aftermath. Finally, he lowered her to her feet and guided her back to the blanket. She lay down and Jake settled beside her. He grasped her T-shirt—she’d forgotten she still wore it—and drew it over her head, then tossed it aside. Next, he pulled away her thong, which had merely been pushed aside to accommodate Trey’s cock sliding into her.
He knelt over her. His warm hands found her breasts and he warmed them in his big palms. She grasped his cock, hard and twitching, then drew it toward her mouth. When she swallowed him inside again, he groaned. She sucked and licked, watching his blue eyes darken to navy.
He drew away from her, then lowered himself until his cock pressed against her wet opening.
“Fuck me, Jake.”
He drove inside, then kept on driving until she was gasping with need.
“Oh, yeah . . . oh, Jake . . .”
“Come for me, sweetie. Let me hear you come.”
“Yes, I’m . . .” Pleasure tumbled through her, then shot off the scale. “I’m coming.” She gasped, then moaned as her cells tightened, then exploded in intense, vibrant bliss.
She rode the wave of pleasure, Jake thrusting into her in a steady rhythm. Finally, he groaned and released inside her as she reached a pinnacle of pleasure.
As she clung to him, listening to her heartbeat slow to a more normal pace, she felt Trey lie down beside her. Jake shifted to her other side, and her two lovers held her between them, as the rain pitter-pattered outside in a soft, calm rhythm.
Danielle’s lips released Jake’s and she smiled at him, feeling a little misty. She’d already hugged and kissed Trey goodbye. Now it was time to go. She turned to grab her small suitcase to put it in the backseat of her car, but Trey already had it and stowed it away for her.
It had been a beautiful Sunday. Warm and bright with a blue cloudless sky. The three of them had started the morning with languorous lovemaking, then had a decadent brunch, followed by a dip in Jake’s pool. Now the weekend was over.
Time to return to her regular life. Time to leave these two wonderful men behind.
She sighed and climbed into the driver’s seat. It was hot inside the car. She turned the key in the ignition and the engine thrummed to life. She opened the windows and stared up at Trey and Jake standing beside the car in the driveway.
“Don’t look so glum.” Jake leaned on the door and smiled. “You’re coming back next weekend, right?”
She nodded.
“My place next time,” said Trey. “And I’ll make dinner on Friday.”
“It’s a date.” She smiled, then glanced in her rearview mirror. “I guess I’d better get going.” What she really wanted to do was leap from the car and throw herself into Trey’s arms . . . or Jake’s . . . then drag them back into the house for another rousing round of lovemaking. . . . But she had to go home sometime.
The guys stepped back from the car and she pulled out of the driveway, then waved at them as she drove away.
Damn, but she hated to leave.
With them she felt happy and alive. At home she felt . . . lonely.
As she drove, she reminded herself how well the weekend had gone. Not only had she been well loved, but she felt that the men were opening up to each other, too. Jake clearly responded to Trey’s touch . . . and Trey seemed to be open to more intimate interactions with Jake.
An hour and a half of driving later, she pulled up to her own house. As the week wore on, she threw herself into her work, but still felt the tug of her longing to be back in Carleton Falls. To be with Trey and Jake.
Finally, Friday came. She sped through her work, completing the Web site for her newest client, installing it, and ensuring it was fully functional. Then she packed up her things and tossed her suitcase in the backseat.