Peaches 'n' Cream (4 page)

Her toes curled as her pussy clenched. A cry of pleasure erupted from her throat as Ryan pulled at her nipples, twisting them a bit. Then a soft laugh escaped her as she focused on the hard, thick flesh filling her. Though she occasionally used a vibrator, it had been a long time since anything had been introduced into her body. It thanked her by rapidly moving toward her first orgasm in months.

22

As the man behind her began sliding a finger in and out of her willing nether hole, Peaches lowered herself onto Ryan’s chest. Her breasts filled his hands. Callused fingertips stroked the areolas into bunched peaks, pulling at her nipples, twisting them just enough to get her to moan. The tiny pain quickly turned to pleasure. She wriggled on his cock, relaxing her body as Damien began pressing the head of his cock against her tight hole.

“Are you ready for me, baby?” She nodded, anticipating the brief pain she would feel as he breached the tight ring of muscle. Though she didn’t have a lot of experience with anal sex, those few times she and her former boyfriend had engaged in it had been very enjoyable for them both. “Fuck, you are so tight. Relax and push back.” No sooner had he made progress when he retreated, easing the pinch of pain, the burn. He repeated this process, pressing in, withdrawing partway, then pushing his cock in further until she was impaled on his cock.

“Don’t move, baby. If you do, I’ll come in a heartbeat.” Peaches was going to come in a heartbeat. Never had she felt so full, so taken. It was incredible. Her pussy twitched, her clit ached. When her body stiffened between them, then convulsed, they began to move within her, unable to stop themselves. Ryan countered each of Damien’s thrusts, driving deeply, rubbing against her delighted clit until she was screaming and biting his shoulder. Panting, sobbing, she felt a second orgasm building when Damien began thrusting rapidly in and out of her asshole, driving deep, giving her such an exquisite sense of fullness in combination with the cock filling her clenching pussy. The moment the man behind her reached around to touch her rigid clit, her world shattered into a million glittering pieces.

Closing her eyes against the explosion of brilliant colors, Peaches screamed and shuddered, her hips convulsing and grinding, as her body tried to draw every last shred of passion from the men. A moment later, they were joining her, low guttural groans causing shivers of pleasure to slide across her skin. Cocks hardened deep within her body as it throbbed around them. Semen flowed, strong hands gripped, taut buttocks clenching with the final thrusts inward and upward.

Their hot, sweating bodies collapsed together. They gasped for breath. Softened cocks slipped from her body. If she thought they were through, she discovered these men didn’t just love ’em and leave ’em. Her very happy body was wiped down gently with a warm cloth, dampened with the jug of hot water they had brought from the house. A towel rubbed over her glowing skin. Then she was being tucked beneath the sheet as they slid back in beside her.

With her back tucked up against Ryan this time, the men snuggled close, as they finally got around to their nap. She and Damien smiled tenderly at one another, fingertips delicately tracing facial features. Warm lips kissed her between her shoulder blades.

Peaches had no complaints about former boyfriends. She’d only had two lovers. The first time had been only one night while at college. It had been fun, but nothing to write home about. The second had been longer term, lasting nearly three years. The sex had been good, but neither had felt that deep intimate connection that would last a lifetime. They had parted ways. Her ex was now married to her best friend, with whom he had found that connection.

She was happy for them. Now she was beginning to feel a little happy for herself. Cautiously, of course. The rush of excitement, these feelings she was having for these two men, could all be just temporary, she told herself. It probably
was
temporary. But, hey, a girl could hope, she 23

thought with a smile curving her mouth. She pressed one last soft kiss against Damien’s firm lips before falling asleep.

When she woke up a couple hours later, the evening’s shadows were beginning to fill the interior of the trailer. Stretching, Peaches yawned, then smiled and snuggled under the blankets between the two hard, hot bodies of her men. Strong arms tightened, increasing her sense of security, of belonging.

Yes, Damien and Ryan were her men. Even if it were temporary, she would put everything of herself into this new relationship. She would hold nothing back. There was a part of her that told her that they were looking for something permanent. It was something she was also looking for. Life wasn’t all about work. Though serving a purpose, mainly funding her retirement, it was filling the gap left by her lack of a love life. If she wasn’t sitting around at home in her sweats, talking to cats, and reading a book, she didn’t have time to think about what was lacking in her life. Now she had met these men and all her priorities were reassigned.

Though they were both terrible flirts, she had seen the serious side of the men. They weren’t going to just use her then toss her aside. On that positive note, Peaches began exploring under the sheet. It wasn’t long before she found what she was looking for. Giggling when semi hard flesh became very hard flesh, she tossed back the blanket, exposing every glorious inch of hard, tanned male bodies.

“You win!” Peaches cried, straddling Damien’s powerful thighs as she reached toward the stack of conveniently placed condoms.

She saw the sleep in his green eyes quickly disappear as she ripped the foil and extracted the rolled condom. She placed it over the thick head of his swollen cock, but only after she leaned down to swipe at the creamy goodness leaking from the slit with the tip of her tongue.

Salty. Tasty. She saw his gaze go from her busy hands to the lower lip she had captured between her white teeth.

“How did I win?” Damien asked curiously, his voice husky with sleep and desire. It did delicious things to her, shivering down her spine.

“Your cock got harder, faster.”

“And what did I win?”

“You won pussy, hot stuff. All the pussy you want. I know you’re up for it.” Her fingers couldn’t meet around his cock, he was that thick. And he’d had all this beautiful cock shoved in my ass, she thought, trembling with remembered pleasure. Well, now she wanted it filling her pussy. Glancing at Ryan, she saw that he was all but pouting again. He really was the sweetest thing and positively irresistible. Laughing, she patted the bed beside Damien. “Come on, pretty boy. Give me that cock to suck while I ride your friend here.” Ryan moved fast and with intent, his cock fisted in his hand as Peaches positioned herself over the man stretched out beneath her. The thick head nudged the entrance to her cream-slicked channel. She was so wet the juices were running down her thighs.

“That’s it, baby. An inch at a time,” Damien said encouragingly, his voice thick as he held her hips in his big hands. She thought his cock was going to split her in two. How the hell had he fit all of it in her ass? she wondered dazedly. Her pulse began to speed up as she lowered herself onto him. When she felt him nearing her cervix, she moaned. There was still so much of him to go she doubted she could take all of him. A moment of deep breaths had her body 24

relaxing enough to allow her to seat herself upon him fully. “That’s it. Have you ever been so full of cock?”

Moaning, Peaches shook her head, a saucy grin on her lips. Her hands slid up along his hard abs to his muscled chest as she leaned forward to kiss him. Then she was lifting up, turning her head to take Ryan’s cock into her mouth as she began riding her cowboy, her body sizzling where it was joined with his. Powerful muscles flexed between her thighs as he began thrusting up into her. Cocks slid in and out of her. She sucked on the cock in her mouth, loving the taste, savoring the salty pre-cum she swiped off the spongy head with the tip of her tongue. Though she tried to focus at least half of her attention upon it, it was a nearly impossible task. Damien, obviously trying to torment her, was holding her hips firmly as he rose up, grinding himself deeper and deeper until she could do little more than moan around Ry-an’s turgid flesh.

“You’re a selfish bastard.” Ryan laughed, pulling away. “I guess I’ll just have to have a different kind of fun.”

Shifting on the bed, he lowered his head to her chest. He kissed his way down the slope of her breast until his mouth found the rigid pinkish-brown nipple. Taking it into his mouth, he sucked hard, swirling his tongue around it, before drawing as much of her breast as he could into the hot recesses of his torrid mouth. An arm around her waist kept her close as her body arched back, giving him even greater access to her lush flesh.

The moment he bit down on one nipple and twisted the other, Peaches found herself flung into a place where she could only feel the wondrous spiraling of pleasure. It wound itself around and through her body. It twisted tightly. Her toes curled. The juices flowed from her pussy as it began clenching hard around Damien’s cock. She was only faintly aware of his roar of pleasure or Ryan’s growl of satisfaction as he reached down to rub and tweak her rigid, throbbing clit. She screamed, her fingers curling against solid male flesh.

When she collapsed limply onto Damien’s wide chest, her flushed cheek pressed against his damp flesh. He smelled heavenly. She could stay there forever and never have a complaint.

She did complain, however, when strong hands dragged her from Damien. On her belly, her legs were pressed apart. Those hands raised her hips slightly to shove a pillow beneath.

Then long fingers were shoving into her creamy depths.

“My turn, baby,” Ryan growled, positioning himself against her ass. His cock traveled slowly down the crease of her ass to the slick, swollen folds of her throbbing sex. She trembled, her flesh jumping as if stung by electricity, as he probed for the opening of her body.

Then he was there and thrusting inside. A low, tortured groan escaped her lips as he began fucking her hard and fast. “I want you to come again, baby. I want to feel that beautiful pussy grabbing my cock.”

Peaches moaned, getting into the spirit of it, beginning to thrust back against him. Flesh slapped together. The scent of heated sex filled the air. “Fuck me harder!” she all but yelled, her fingers curling into the sheets as she pushed herself up onto her hands and knees. She ground herself against the powerful pelvis, impaling herself over and over again on his thick shaft. Her heart pounded in her chest. Her lungs burned as she dragged oxygen in and out of them. When a cock was presented to her parted lips, she forgot all about breathing. She took it into her mouth, sucking it down, moaning as strong fingers gripped her by the short hair 25

covering her head. They held her almost viciously as Damien began fucking her mouth until silky ropes of cum splashed against the back of her throat.

When they collapsed this time, it was side by side on their backs, to stare at the ceiling.

Panting, they dragged oxygen into their lungs, trying to revive lethargic limbs. Hands tangled together as they waited until their hearts resumed calmer rhythms and their bodies cooled.

Then they were laughing softly and looking at one another in dazed wonder.

“That was fucking fantastic!” Ryan exclaimed with his usual exuberance, propping himself up on an elbow so he could look down at her. His hand went to her stomach, stroking softly. The tips of his fingers touched the rather ugly scar to the left of her bellybutton. Its twin was on her right thigh.

Peaches smiled up at him, stroking his jaw. “I’m not going to be able to move for a week.

If this was a motor home, I wouldn’t have to.”

Damien propped himself up, a wicked gleam in his green eyes. “Ryan and I could take turns driving.”

“Yeah. We’d come back and make love to you for hours.” Wrapping a slender arm around each of their shoulders, she pulled them down for a kiss.

“That sounds nice.” She sighed, smiling. It slipped slightly as she thought of the man she would meet the next day. “Do you think your friend Logan is going to like me?” Peaches didn’t suffer from a lack of confidence. She did wonder, however, if she was up to the challenge of a “moody” friend.

Though she obviously hadn’t jumped in bed with every man she had ever met, she had now had sex with two men within hours of meeting them. While she didn’t think that made her a slut, it was still too early for it to be much more than mutual attraction and fantastic sex.

Still, she worried about this third man’s reaction to her. This Logan person meant a lot to these two men. How could they develop a relationship if he didn’t approve of her?

“Baby, he’s going to love you.”

“If you give him a chance,” Damien added, tempering Ryan’s declaration. “It won’t be easy.”