Lydia's Twin Temptation (27 page)

Chapter Twenty-four

Clayton smiled as he gazed upon Lydia. The Neanderthal that lurked within him was beating his chest with satisfaction, too. He’d told her his goal was to have her as relaxed as possible, but his underlying, unspoken goal was also to bring her to a state of heightened arousal. Not easy to achieve since the goals seemed opposite of each other. But she was definitely there.

Thunder cracked in the distance as he and Clayton worked the last traces of work-related tension from her muscles. Her cheeks were suffused with a rosy color that belied the relaxed state her body was in. Part of that was because of their positioning.

Lydia lay face down on a thick bath sheet on the double chaise lounge in their living room. Clayton was on his haunches, straddling her thighs and massaging her lower back and ass. Chance was in the same position, directly in front of and facing her, massaging her shoulders, arms, and upper back. The curves of the chaise lounge were such that her neck was not arched uncomfortably and she was practically face-to-face with Chance’s very erect cock.

He’d chosen this room because the forecasted storm was coming from the southeast and they would be able to see it through the windows at the front of the house as they both made love to her.

She’d asked for
The Rancher’s Lady,
and that was what had happened in the book. With any other woman, the notion of replaying a scene from a book would have struck him as laughable and cheesy, but putting all of this together and seeing how she reacted made him hotter than hell.

Clayton poured a little more of the lightly scented massage oil into his hands and gave Chance a little more as well. The fragrance of lavender hung in the air, and Clayton felt that all three of them had entered some state of heightened awareness as they slowly kneaded her muscles. Lydia groaned when Chance gently squeezed the muscles in her shoulders, and Clayton’s painfully hard cock tingled in response.

With his freshly oiled fingers, Clayton stroked a light line down her lower back and into the cleft of her ass. He grinned as she tilted her round, little ass up to him, giving him greater access.

“Clayton,” she breathed out softly, and her voice had a sexy, panting quality to it that told him the time was drawing near. From that point forward he focused solely on her ass. Squeezing both cheeks in his hands, he watched as she gasped and tilted up to him again. He could tell by her movements and her wiggling that she was very turned on by the attention to her ass.

Clayton looked up at Chance, and when his brother nodded he switched to the bottle of lubricant on the side table. He poured a clear stream of it into his hand as lightning crackled across the horizon outside the window. Lydia gasped as the thunder boomed moments later. Clayton couldn’t have asked for a better setting than this for their first ménage. The tension was palpable in the air.

He rubbed his fingertips across each other and then massaged the inner area of her cleft around the tight rosette of her asshole. She lurched in surprise but then settled immediately as Chance leaned down and whispered in her ear and stroked her back until she relaxed again.

Clayton squeezed and stroked her derriere until she wiggled at him again and then extended his thumbs downward to her glistening, swollen pussy. Droplets of her own juices seeped from her lips and he stroked them, spreading the lubricant and her own slick moisture around her entrance.

“Oooh!” she moaned when a single fingertip slid effortlessly into her cunt. His dick bobbed and jerked with desperate need to go there, but he controlled the urge.

Another gasp escaped her as he pressed his thumbs against her outer pussy lips and drew his thumbs firmly back to the area around her asshole, still massaging her. He flipped the top on the lubricant and her breathing reached a staccato rhythm as he dripped more of the lubricant onto his fingertips. She must have been anticipating where he would place it.

He pressed his lubricated thumb to her tightly clenched asshole and rubbed in a circular motion as he said, “This sweet, little asshole is about to be mine, isn’t it, Lydi?”

“Oh, yes,” she whispered, pressing back against his thumb in an erotic, sinuous movement. He glanced up at his brother, and Chance made eye contact and rolled his lust-filled eyes at him.

He massaged the tight ring with deliberate, circular strokes and said, “Soon your snug little bottom is going to be full of my cock.”

Lydia murmured, “Clayton, I’m about to come just listening to you talk like that.”

Clayton chuckled with satisfaction. “Good, Lydi. You come as many times as you want to. There are no limits on your pleasure.”

Wind buffeted the windowpane, and branches on the trees billowed outside the window. Lightning cracked nearby, and he fought the impatient, urgent need to fuck her this moment. She undulated against his massaging thumb and cried out as it slid into her virgin ass to the first knuckle.

“Oh! Ooooh!”

“Easy, Lydi,” Clayton murmured as he stroked her derriere with his free hand. She settled against the chaise again but didn’t stop flexing her hips as he stroked his well-lubricated thumb in and out of her ass.

Chance lowered himself so he could reach her mouth with his and kissed her as she braced herself on her elbows. She moaned against Chance's lips as Clayton poured a few more drops directly into her cleft and on her quivering asshole before returning his thumb to gently pump it deeper into her ass.

Her sounds grew more urgent, and Clayton grinned as he slid his free hand around her thigh to her pussy and stroked between her drenched lips. She whimpered and froze as he matched the strokes circling her clit with the ones in and out of her ass. Chance released her lips as her asshole and pussy clenched in a violent spasm and she rocked hard against his hands.

“Ooooh!”

Her head flopped on the chaise and she held on to Chance as she rode each sensual wave of her climax.

“Fuck, yeah. That’s right, Lydi.”

“Good, baby,” Chance murmured as he winked at Clayton.

That was the first of several he hoped to give her today. Clayton had never met another woman like Lydia, and he prayed that he and Chance had many years to learn all there was to know about her. That thought strengthened his resolve to give her the perfect first ménage experience, no matter what. He leaned down and kissed her flawless ass cheek.

After giving her a few moments to recover, Clayton repositioned his free hand behind her and slid two fingertips into her cunt and stroked her sweet spot. She stirred at the penetration, and he knew he had it when she moaned and flexed her hips.

“Oh, perfect,” she whispered, gasping for breath. Clayton looked beyond her to Chance and they nodded at each other. He stroked her G-spot until she was on the verge of a second climax.

“Ready, baby?” Chance asked as Clayton sat up, still stroking her.

“Yes, yes! Tell me what to do,” she whispered urgently.

Clayton stopped what he was doing, wrapped his forearms around her torso, and whispered, “On your hands and knees, back up to me, Lydi.” She did as he asked until her thighs were splayed wide outside his and her ass was lined up with his cock. Chance drew close and lifted her under her arms as Clayton positioned her thighs on top of Chance’s so that she was sandwiched between them in an upright position.

Clayton said, “Hold on to Chance, Lydi, while I lube up.”

She murmured her assent as she wrapped her arms around Chance’s neck and pressed her cheek against his chest. Clayton lubed his pulsing cock well and then handed the bottle to Chance. Clayton wrapped an arm around her hips and massaged her asshole. She gulped and moaned as he sank two fingers, and she panted when he introduced a third. Her head fell back against Clayton’s shoulder, and she moved with his slow, rhythmic thrusts, and he knew she was ready.

He wiped his hand on a nearby towel and then positioned his well-lubed cock at her asshole. She tightened briefly but then pushed back against him.

“Ready, Lydi?”

“Yes.”

Once again using his free hand, Clayton reached between her spread thighs and teased the swollen bud of her clit as he simultaneously began pressing into her ass. The tight muscles resisted him at first, and she groaned as he stroked her clit. He never let up on the pressure as he whispered, “Let me in, Lydi. I love you.”

She took a deep breath and allowed Chance to draw her arms back around his neck. His brother gently but firmly stroked her lower back and her ass, murmuring, “You’re beautiful like this with us, baby. We can’t wait to both be inside you. Just relax for Clayton. He won’t hurt you.”

She tilted her head to look up at Chance and then turned slightly and smiled at Clayton. “I trust you both.” She laid her head against his brother’s chest and then took a deep breath and let it out very slowly. Chance massaged her ass cheeks, spreading them slightly, and she shuddered. “Oh, cowboy. You’re so big. I love it.”

Clayton felt her tight asshole begin to give way as she arched her back and a tremor rippled through her body. “Yes, Lydi. That’s it. Let me in.” He bit his lip, resisting the monumental urge to thrust deep in one plunge as he felt the head of his cock ease into her slowly.

Letting his head fall back, Clayton bit his lip as he breathed deep, trying to maintain control. He could hear Chance whispering to Lydia. She moaned and nodded at whatever he said. Chance made eye contact and smiled at his brother, giving him a brief nod. Clayton groaned as he thrust slowly into the tight clasp of her ass in minute increments. He took each thrust slowly as she breathed out sexy sounds meant to drive him insane. By the time his cock was in to the root he was ready to howl and fuck with wild abandon but held still with the barest grasp on his self-control.

Another shudder rippled through Lydia, and he could see the wave of gooseflesh that shimmered over her skin. “Clayton, it’s unbelievable.”

Clayton wrapped both arms around her torso, gently cupping a breast in one hand and a hip in the other as Chance transferred her body weight to him. The sweet scent of her perspiration-dampened flesh seeped into his senses as she reached her hands back to his neck and shoulders.

She tilted her lips to his for a kiss as Chance lubricated his cock. Lydia gasped lightly when Chance stroked a little of the lube onto her pussy lips. Chance accidentally brushed his fingertips against the base of Clayton’s cock, causing him to jerk at the contact. The movement caused Lydia to clench uncontrollably on his cock but he did his best to maintain self-restraint, wanting this to be a good first experience for her.

He and Chance were in agreement about not interfering with each other’s stroking and touching of Lydia, but incidental contact like that was unavoidable and didn’t bother Clayton at all. It was her pleasure that mattered to both of them.

Holding her securely, Clayton leaned back with her and groaned as his cock slid a little deeper. She was evidently beyond speech as she panted lightly, allowing him to position her.

Chance positioned his cock and closed his eyes as he thrust gently into her tightly crowded pussy. The sensation was unbelievable as Lydia squeezed Clayton’s cock with her tight muscles in reaction. Her moans were sounds of erotic desperation as she was filled with both of them. Chance groaned as he flexed his hips, taking his time with her until he was seated to the hilt in her pussy.

She opened her bottomless, turquoise-blue eyes and gazed up at Clayton, the trace of a smile on her face and in her eyes as she kissed him and then turned to kiss Chance. A bolt of lightning lit the darkening sky, and thunder crashed seconds later.

Unable to contain the urge any longer and knowing the moment had arrived, Clayton thrust against her and pulled out a bit, then thrust again. Lydia’s eyelids fluttered closed, her long, dark eyelashes like a smudge feathered against her upper cheeks. Well-prepared and well-lubed, his cock slid with relative ease in the tight, fist-like grip of her ass.

Chance flexed in time with Clayton’s thrusts so that she was constantly filled with one or the other of their cocks. Lydia eventually found her place in the rhythm, purring blissfully as she rocked back and forth between them. After a minute her body grew tense and trembled between them. “I can feel it, guys. It’s coming! Oh, God!” She whimpered as the tension around Clayton’s cock increased.

Chance reached between them and must have stroked her clit. She threw back her head and howled with pleasure as her pussy and ass rippled and clenched with the spasms of her climax. Let off his chain but going as gently as he could, Clayton thrust into her ass. He fought the animalistic part of him that wanted to lose complete control and pound into her as the pressure built in his pelvis until it released in a cataclysmic surge. He let loose with a howling cry of his own. Chance held tightly to her and thrust several more times before he moaned in ecstasy. Clayton’s release pulsed into her ass in great, searing waves. A bright flash of light lit the window. Clayton pressed his forehead to her shoulder and shuddered as the last wave hit him and Chance groaned loudly and slumped against her as well.

Shuddering delicately, Lydia reached for both of them and laid one hand on their shoulders. An ecstatic-sounding sigh came from her lips.

The three of them were still intimately connected as the storm finally got its groove on and the rain began to pour. Clayton looked down at Lydia as some subconscious part of him waited for the crash that should follow the flash of lightning. Instead, he heard the sound of tires squealing to a stop on concrete and looked out the window.