Love Under Two Jessops (21 page)

“Now that is a very sexy sight,” Grant said.

Andrew combed his fingers through her hair. “Chloe-doe, you have the most incredible mouth.”

Chloe slid her lips off Andrew’s cock. She gave him a long lick, then cast her gaze over her shoulder. Wiggling her butt at Grant, she then grinned. “Hurry, please.” Then she turned her attention back to Andrew and sucked his cock in again. She didn’t think she would ever get enough of either of these men. She loved the way their cocks slid into her mouth, and she loved the taste of their skin.

She loved the way their cocks pushed into her cunt, and she could hardly wait to find out if she also loved the way those cocks felt in her ass.

Oh, God, they’ve turned me into a complete nymphomaniac
.

Grant grasped her ass with both hands and placed a kiss on each ass cheek. He smoothed his hands over her, caressing softly. When he touched her thighs, she obeyed his silent request and spread her legs wider.

He reached between her thighs and began to stroke her pussy. She could feel her juices on his fingers. As he continued to pet her, as he found her clit and began to flick his finger over it with tiny little just-barely-there brushes, she went from forty to one hundred in two seconds, flat. She was very close to coming.

“Come on, sweetheart. Suck my cock.”

Chloe hadn’t realized she’d become so preoccupied with Grant’s hands that she’d stopped pleasuring Andrew. He combed his fingers through her hair, and then cupped her head. There was something intrinsically sexy about that, about the way he held her. She ran her tongue along his shaft as she treated him to tiny, rhythmic sucks. He gave her more of his pre-cum, and she hummed to show her appreciation for the gift.

Grant took hold of the end of the butt plug and turned it slowly from side to side, as if he would spin it inside her, at the same time he continued to lightly flick her clitoris.

Chloe shivered and began to draw on Andrew’s cock in earnest. She needed to drink his essence, almost as much as she needed to please him.

Grant eased the butt plug from her body, and she whimpered when he smoothed more of the satiny lube over her anus.

She froze as she felt the hot, latex-covered head of his penis rest against her tiny rosebud.

Grant tented her, and the heat of him covered her back. He leaned in close and ran his tongue along the shell of her ear. “Make Andrew come, Chloe. Finish him, sweetheart.”

Anticipation coated her arousal, sending it spinning and twirling toward chaos. Lifting one hand from the bed, she cupped Andrew’s balls, her fingers gentle as she treated him to a pulsing kind of palming.

“
Jesus
.” Andrew hissed in a breath, and she felt him tremble as his climax neared. The heat of both men enveloped her. The scent of their basic maleness brought home for her the reality of having two lovers.

Excitement and a sense of celebration filled her. She moved her head up and down on Andrew’s cock, her total focus on making him come. When he cried out, when she felt his cock pulse and then spill the first stream of jism into her mouth, her heart soared. She drew on him, sucking down every drop of life he gave her, sucking until he shook with the power of the orgasm she’d given him.

Andrew eased his cock from her mouth and leaned over her, panting for breath. Then he stretched out on the bed crossways. She met his gaze and smiled. His kiss, soft, reverent, humbled her.

“Thank you, sweetheart. Now it’s your turn.” He scooted over so he lay beside her. Grant released her clit, and used both hands to bracket her ass.

Andrew’s fingers took up where his brother’s left off. “You’re very wet. You really want this, don’t you?”

Grant’s cock continued to rest against her anal opening, though he hadn’t begun to push into her yet.

“Yes. I want this more than I have words to tell you.” And because she did, she began to press back against Grant.

“That’s it, woman. You take it the way you need to have it.”

To be the focus of two such men, to be at the center of them was an amazing thing. Grant held her firmly as she pushed against him. The burn of her flesh stretching sent tiny ripples of erotic shock through her body. She eased forward, and then back again. The rocking of her hips formed the feral drumbeat that drew her in, that compelled her to take more, and still more of him. Burn evolved to pain, and still she rocked, still she took.

“God, Chloe,
yes
. You feel so damn good.” Grant’s whisper became sandpaper against her nerves, smoothing the prickly edges of Eros into a finer, richer arousal. Andrew continued to pet her pussy, his talented fingers teasing her clit. He began to time his strokes, and she discovered a new kind of pleasure, moving back to take more of Grant’s cock and then forward to rub her clit against Andrew’s callused touch.

Desire turned to need and edged toward desperation as her anus stretched impossibly wide, and the head of Grant’s cock slipped inside her.

“Yeah. Stop, baby. Just a moment. Give yourself a moment to adjust.”

“No. I don’t want to stop.”

Grant’s laughter had a funny sound to it. “Christ, woman, you are a handful. I’m trying…I just need to…”

“Can’t control this thing. Need more.” She didn’t know how she could understand him so perfectly, or how she could even string together her words into a coherent sentence.

The ache for more consumed her and desperation bloomed, screaming at her to just take him, to plunge recklessly into this dark desire. Andrew moved in and took her mouth in a blazing, carnal kiss, and for a moment, just a moment, she let herself be distracted.

“Yeah, okay, baby, easy. I’m on the edge.”

She weaned her lips from Andrew’s and even gave his delicious mouth a parting lick. “Me, too. Let’s jump together.”

“Vixen. I’m trying to take care of you.”

“Stud, I won’t break. Give it to me. Your control, your arousal, and your magnificent cock. I want it all, baby. I
need
it all.” She had never felt so horny, nor so confident and bold. The emotions twined together with the hand on her cunt and the cock in her ass proved an irresistible elixir. She growled, and that would have been funny if the sound didn’t so completely convey her desperate, nearly frantic need.

“Hang on.” He gripped her ass tighter and then pushed, and the burning became a white-hot pain, intoxicating in the way it strummed her arousal.

She’d been in control until then, but ceded the reins to her lover gladly. The friction of his cock entering her ass, the brushing of his latex-covered hardness against the thousands of tiny little nerve endings connected to her anus shivered through her like a million Fourth of July fireworks.

Grant swore as he pulled his cock out partway then pushed home again. And again.

“Let go, baby. Let go completely and make it better for us both.”

She whimpered because she
craved
, and that craving cut soul deep, short-circuiting her mind, luring her body to taste the dark and the forbidden, to surrender completely.

No longer able to hold her weight, she fell onto the bed. A flash of insight awoke her brain to issue one final command, and she released the muscles of her hips and back, released everything and let herself lay prostrate and bare, open, willing and submissive.

“
Chloe
.” Grant’s voice echoed torture and triumph plaited together as he began to move in her, slow and deep, fucking her ass with a passion that matched her own. Chloe could only moan as the pleasure filled her, as the electric shock turned to curling wisps of orgasm that slithered and sailed, until her body ignited into ecstasy. She screamed as the orgasm kept growing, on fire—consuming her, she understood, until there wasn’t a bit of her left untouched, or unchanged.

In the midst of her personal epiphany she felt Grant stiffen, heard his shout, and felt his cock pulsing in her ass. The heat of his ejaculation held by the condom catapulted her over the cliff once more.

Chloe came and she came, and she finally understood the concept of paradise.

* * * *

Reality returned with the sound of harsh breathing, the heat of a male body half collapsed on top of her while another snuggled in close. Andrew planted little kisses on her left cheek. It took her a moment to understand he wasn’t speaking to her, just making what she’d always thought of “there, there” noises.

Grant sighed and stirred himself to kiss her right ear.

“You all right there, baby girl?”

“Oh, yeah.”

She heard the pleasure in his soft laughter, and she made a sound herself to let him know she regretted the loss of his closeness when he took his weight back onto his own arms and lifted from her.

“Hold still, Chloe. I’m going to pull out of you, then I’ll be back to take care of you.”

“’Kay.” She felt good, but wiped. It was very easy to just lie there in the afterglow of the best orgasm she’d ever experienced and let Grant take care of her.

“That was hot as hell to watch, my Chloe-doe. Did you like it?”

“Mmm. You’re next, mister, so don’t go wanderin’ off anywhere.”

“I can wait.” Andrew ran his hand over her head and continued down her back.

She’d heard the laughter in his voice, of course. She couldn’t help but smile. She had no idea why these men could tease her so often without riling her up, but there it was.

She sensed more than heard Grant return. Something warm and wet and gentle touched her tender bottom, and Grant cleaned the lube from her body. She squeaked in surprise when he picked her up.

“The spa tub is ready. Let’s take this party into the next room for a bit.”

“Being firemen and all, y’all likely have great respect for the water.” She laid her head on his shoulder for a moment, and then sat up, her eyes open.

“Mmhmm, likely just the same way you do, working in a spa.”

“Well, I believe I told you once before, I do enjoy my aqua pampering.”

“That’s a handy thing,” Grant said, “because I do believe that we both enjoy pampering you.”

Grant carried her toward the spa tub, and then got into it with her still in his arms. She sighed with pleasure as the churning water kissed her flesh. He arranged her so that she was sitting on his lap, her legs stretched out on top of his. Andrew got into the water and sat on the bench beside them. He found her hand and brought it to his lips.

“Now
this
is a spa tub. It’s even bigger than the one in the house I’m living in.” There was actually enough room for two or three more people in this one—not that anyone else would be joining them.

“It seems to be something very common here in Lusty,” Andrew said. “Most of the houses in town have a large master bedroom with a very large en suite bathroom.”

Chloe grinned. “Actually, Grandma Kate and I have talked about that very fact, when we were discussing the treatments
Lusty Glow
could offer.” She stretched out even more and closed her eyes. She didn’t even have to think about her own safety. She knew neither of these gentle giants of hers would let her slip beneath the froth. Sure enough, Grant adjusted his hold of her, opening his legs and lifting hers over his.

The sensation of his cock pressing even more closely made her nearly lose her train of thought. “She said it was Sarah and her men who started the tradition of the large bathing tub. Not long after they got married, they commissioned the building of an enormous wooden tub, big enough for them all to fit in. Each generation after did the same. Then, of course, when Jacuzzis became popular, everyone converted. Kate told me that was one of her best memories, the first time she and her men enjoyed their new spa tub.”

Grant chuckled. “I remember them—Grandpa Ger and Grandpa Pat. But it’s kind of hard for me to think about the fact that Grandma Kate was once a young bride to two husbands.”

“No kidding,” Andrew said. “My mind actually refuses to go there.” He brought Chloe’s hand up to his lips once more. “I do know, because I’ve studied family history, that after Terence Parks came to Lusty with Amanda Jessop-Kendall’s mother in 1895, he took back his real family name, Parker, and then was joined by his partner, Jeremy Jones. Mr. Jones was a photographer, by hobby, and a furniture maker by trade. He opened a business in Lusty, and set about designing all the special furniture the town folk needed. He and Terence eventually married Phyllis Cartwright, a much older woman. Family lore is, they didn’t expect to have any children but they ended up having
seven
. One of their descendants—Carmichael Jones—still runs that business today, but on a much smaller scale than in years past.”

“Oh my gosh! I’ve heard of him.” Chloe thought for a moment. “I think it was in that same issue of
Texas Monthly
where I read that article on Mr. Carmody.”

“Could be,” Grant said. “We just know him as our cousin Mikey, but it wouldn’t surprise me to know he’s been written up. Some of his pieces are works of art.”

“Do y’all have any idea how lucky you are, with all this family all over the damn place?” Chloe hadn’t meant to say that. Emotions and great sex aside, there was a core of herself she kept
to
herself. She knew why that was—she wasn’t completely unaware of her inner self. Her entire world had been shattered when she’d been just seventeen years old. Her last conversation with her parents—face-to-face—had consisted, for the most part, of her being pissed off and arguing with them.