Mary's Men (22 page)

“I won’t.” She kissed his cheek where she’d patted. “You’re doing a fantastic job. I’m very proud of you. Payroll is done and your paperwork for your meeting tomorrow is in your briefcase. The chicken you like so much will be ready in a few hours. Now. Oil can?”

* * * *

His body ached, but Paul had to admit he’d actually made headway, something he hadn’t been able to do in weeks. Sure, some chores remained, but he’d caught up with hay orders thanks to Mary and Duane jumping in for the everyday chores, including keeping his remaining two hands busy. They weren’t lazy, but they were young and needed direction. Since he hadn’t had to babysit, he’d called in the hay orders and delivered the cows he’d been sitting on for too long. Bank account flush even after paying the bills, his stress level eased. He’d find new hands in no time now that he could pay them.

He kicked off his shoes at the door of the outhouse. He’d shower before dinner and hope it woke his ass up enough to enjoy the evening. With Duane home, he wanted to be on his A-game to help out if his cousin needed it or to put out any emotional fires that might spark thanks to a new addition. He pulled up his shirt as he opened the door. It could still be a long night.

The sound of running water made him groan. He should have been paying attention. The contractor who built the cabin swore the separate bathroom was the only way the plumbing would work properly. Paul just knew the arrangement caused more headaches than he cared to deal with. The new house wouldn’t have this sort of inconvenience.

When he pulled his shirt over his head, he found the small area more occupied than it had ever been. Duane leaned against the wall near the only window, arms crossed over his bare chest. Thomas sat in the wooden chair Mary had added not long after moving in, and behind the shower curtain, Paul could only assume Mary washed.

Thomas and Duane frowned and maintained their distance from each other.

“What’s up?” he asked.

“Mary told us to come in here, she figured you’d come in.” Duane stayed against the wall. “It’s nice in here now, that’s something, at least. We took a bath earlier, so I’m not dirty. What the fuck are we doing here?”

“We’re waiting for Mary to shower because she asked us to.” Thomas cocked his head and a grin replaced his frown. “Mary is in the shower.”

Paul kicked off his jeans and Thomas did the same. Duane stayed by the wall.

“There’s not enough room for everyone,” Duane said.

“Yes, there is,” Mary called. “It’s about time someone figured it out. A girl can only wash her hair so many times, you know.”

Paul laughed and whipped back the curtain. Mary’s wide open arms welcomed him in. She ran a soapy washcloth over his back right off. He groaned and leaned his arm against the wall. The layers of the day fell away and his cock sprang to life.

Thomas looked in a moment and frowned. “Yeah, Duane’s right. Not enough room.”

Mary stomped her foot, slipping before catching herself on the edge of the tub. “Damn it. This is supposed to be sexy.”

Paul scrubbed soap through his hair, thankful to at least get a shower if nothing else. Mary grabbed a towel and marched out of the shower.

“Where are you going now?” Thomas called after her.

“To bed. Get scooting.”

She slammed the bathroom door. Paul rinsed the soap from his hair and looked out the curtain. Thomas and Duane were frozen in place, both looking worried and unsure.

“What the hell, guys? Do you two need a gold engraved invitation?”

Duane shrugged. “I don’t know how well I’m going to be able to do anything.”

“Holy shit, if you can’t think of a way to pleasure a woman with something other than your dick the military fucked you up worse than I thought.” Paul grabbed the washcloth. “I’ll be a few minutes.”

He pulled the shower curtain. The door opened and closed. Paul didn’t know if throwing Duane into the mix so soon was the way to go, but Mary seemed to want it. He hoped Duane could enjoy physical intimacy and could add to the group, had no doubt in top form he would, but medicated and tired…

Paul turned off the water and shook droplets from his hair. They’d make it work.

* * * *

Mary thought facing the three men in bed issue head-on would prevent any awkward starts. If she initiated, she could set the tone. Her tactical error in the shower left her shaken. She slammed into the house and stomped to the kitchen. The freshly frosted cupcakes were for dinner. She unwrapped one and shoved it into her mouth. The bathtub was tiny, damn it, she and Duane had barely fit. Of course they would protest. She chewed the sweet treat, grateful for the distraction. A half empty bottle of wine sat on the counter. It tempted her, but the door opened before she could pour a glass.

Duane and Thomas entered, shirts off, tops of their jeans unbuttoned. The cupcake turned to dust in comparison to what they offered. She wanted to cover them in sprinkles and lick until only withering masses of sticky, satisfied man remained.

Thomas strode across the room, the bulge of his dick showing against his open jeans and black briefs. He picked up a cupcake and smeared the top against her chest. She gasped as his tongue quickly followed. Duane hung back near the sofa, but Thomas licked the frosting and dragged his tongue to her nipple, treating it as if it too were covered in sugar.

He lifted her around her waist, walking her backward until her shoulders touched the sheets of the bed. She frowned and twisted, having expected the quilt. Instead she found the blankets pulled back and Duane naked beside her.

“Hi, there.” She stroked the side of his face. “I like having you here.”

“Yeah, well, I like it too.” He kissed her while Thomas continued devouring the frosting in long licks.

Duane’s tongue parted her lips, tracing the top and then the bottom before diving in and tangling with hers. She’d taken the lead earlier, but she liked having him take charge as well. With both of them so close, she divided her attention to each, one hand on Thomas’s shoulder, the other rubbing Duane’s smooth head.

Duane pulled away. She grabbed him tight in protest, but he continued. Thomas stood as well. She stared at the two, standing at the foot of the bed, leaving her alone.

“What the heck, guys?”

Thomas peeled off his jeans. When he bent over to do his socks, Duane moved back onto the bed, but with his head toward the foot, facing her with a smile. She pushed up on her elbows and wiggled her eyebrows at him. “Well, well, well. What did you have in mind?”

He wrapped his fingers around her ankle and tugged her down on the mattress. She giggled when he lifted and flipped her until she straddled his chest. He pulled her closer until the wet pad of his tongue licked across her clit. She shivered, but quickly moved her focus to his cock. The stimulation earlier seemed to really help, so she wrapped her fingers around him and gently massaged.

The bed dipped as Thomas sat, splitting her focus again. Duane’s mouth worked around her pussy, not lingering on her most sensitive parts, but kissing and licking at the creases of her legs. She gritted her teeth, knowing full well she’d need more soon.

Thomas stretched out beside her, propped up on his elbow and used his other hand to nudge her chin toward him for a kiss. She rubbed Duane, but kissed Thomas. He stroked her back in long, slow motions, taking deeper strokes at her ass. She moaned into his mouth as his tongue dove deeper at the same time Duane’s pushed into her pussy.

The combination sent hot arousal to her vagina so quickly she winced, worried about Duane’s reaction. His open mouth latched around her opening and he sucked, the noisy appreciation reassuring and erotic. His tongue darted in again as Thomas squeezed her ass.

“How’re you doing?” Thomas asked between hard pecks down her neck.

“Good.”

The door opened and Paul stepped in, naked, erect, and already striding for the bed.

Mary blinked twice. “Oh dear.”

Duane speared his tongue deeper and the first spark of orgasm slammed into her, not enough to give satisfaction, but enough to make her want more. Thomas lifted her off Duane and onto him, but instead of being face to face, he flipped her over.

She held her arms open to Paul. He reached first for the nightstand, but she shook her head. “We should be fine. Pill is doing what it’s supposed to.”

Paul rubbed his hands together. “I’m glad to hear it.”

He crawled up the bed, between the v of her legs. With Thomas under her, she shifted and wiggled, his cock hard against the crack of her ass. He provided a hard mattress, but his hands on her breasts helped.

Paul halted a moment at her pussy, giving it a long lick. “Delicious. You’re so wet. You’re ready to come again, aren’t you?”

“Yep.” She covered Thomas’s hands with hers and squeezed harder. “Hurry.”

“Duane, grab the lube, will ya?”

She hadn’t forgotten her third man, but in this position wasn’t sure how to incorporate everything. The bed shifted again and she turned to find him on his knees, his cock at eye level. She wrapped her fingers around his thigh, encouraging him closer.

He looked down, his lips drawn tight in a frown unworthy of her bed.

“Come closer.” She trailed her finger up the inside of his leg, playing lightly with his balls. “You won’t regret it.”

Paul’s cock nudged between her nether lips, but she kept her eyes on Duane. Her vagina clenched and she wanted satisfaction, but didn’t want it alone. Paul dipped in deeper, pressing in and out with shallow thrusts. She forced herself not to clench her teeth and wrapped her lips around Duane instead.

The angle made her crane her neck funny until Thomas sat up a little and offered his chest as a support. She found his hand and squeezed it as she continued with Duane, the soapy fresh taste of his cock even more exciting than last time. He hardened quicker this time and he rocked lightly into her mouth, bumping against the back of her mouth with more penis still left out.

Paul lifted her legs to his shoulders and pushed in fully. She moaned around Duane’s dick and closed her eyes against the pleasure. She didn’t want to fly off the handle yet, but he made control difficult.

Duane ran his hands through her hair, tugging it just hard enough to bring her back to focus. She sucked his tip, popping her lips around it. He cursed and a shot of early cum landed on her tongue.

From beneath her, Thomas massaged her hip, enlarging his circles until his fingers stroked between her ass with every move. She clenched instinctively and Paul moaned above her where he’d stayed motionless the last few moments.

Thomas’s finger breached her ass and she fell into orgasm so quickly she jerked away from Duane’s cock so she wouldn’t bite him. She grabbed his arm and pulled him down for a hot kiss as her body flew apart. Paul began pumping and Thomas’s finger took up more space. She wanted to get away, wanted more—just wanted. Duane’s tongue delved into her mouth, taking up more space.

Thomas’s finger pulled out as Paul thrust hard enough to buck her legs higher. She squeezed her eyes closed against the fireworks erupting behind her eyelids. Duane kept kissing her, his hands in her hair again. Pressure from Thomas on her ass provided much more girth than before and the memory of unsuccessful anal reared its head. She tensed up, but Duane tugged her hair again.

Her eyes shot open. “What the hell?”

“Don’t tighten up.” He took a sucking, biting kiss on her neck. “Push out and think about my tongue up your pussy. You came so hard I thought you were going to take my tongue.”

She shivered at the memory. Thomas took the moment and pressed harder. Duane tugged her hair again and squeezed her breast. The combination worked and within moments Thomas was deep inside her, his body taut as a bowstring beneath her.

“Gotta move,” he said.

She wanted to turn to see his face, but the position didn’t allow much for flexibility. Paul took his place again, his penis in hand as he carefully pressed inside. She gasped, the overfull sensation bordering on pain, but the familiar pleasure flitted on the edges. When Paul moved in, Thomas pulled back, but not all the way out. With the bed beneath him, there wasn’t enough room. The two occupied space, the stretch too much.

“I don’t know if I can—”

Duane turned her toward him again and pressed his dick between her lips. His fingers in her hair made her scalp tingle and once again the mix of pleasure and pain spiked the pleasure off the chart. Her body trembled at first, the mindless ecstasy taking away her power to do anything but let them go.

Duane thrust in her mouth. She opened wide, taking him as deep as he wanted. Paul and Thomas moved as one and sped faster. She rode another wave of pleasure, letting the burn deep into her bones. Duane swore and pulled away, but she followed, catching the hot cum as it spurted from his penis. She licked the tip as Paul arched above her and Thomas’s fingers dug into her hips.

She squeezed her eyes closed against the near violence of her pleasure. Paul pulled away, but the relief was short lived as Thomas reared up, flipping her on her stomach and following her. She dug her fingers into the sheets and collapsed onto her elbows, groaning into the bed as he pumped only twice before his jerking finish sprayed over her ass.

Her throat ached with tightness from screaming and from Duane’s cock hitting the back of her mouth. She coughed but couldn’t muster the energy to do more than lie there. Warm hands rubbed up her back after a moment, joined by hands in her hair and someone at her feet.

“I think you could use a bath, huh?” Paul asked.

A nap sounded better.

“I’ll go run one.” Duane kissed the top of her head before moving off the bed.

“How about a glass of water?” Thomas asked. “I’ll check the chicken. Smells good.”

She couldn’t believe their energy level and envied their ability to talk.

Paul massaged her back in long, easy strokes. “Doing all right?” he asked.

“Yep.”

Sleep called to her, but all too soon the massaging hand stopped and the bed jostled. She peered over her shoulder to find Duane crouching to lift her. He cradled her to his chest.