Wild Montana Nights (8 page)

dishwasher, a hard body pressed into hers from behind. Large work

weathered hands caged her in leaning against the sink.

“You smell good. Like cinnamon and honey,” Marcus whispered

into her ear.

“Marcus?”

“Shhh, baby. I’m not doing anything. Just smelling how good you

are and touching you. Nothing more. I promise.”

His mouth closed over her neck just below her ear only to slide

down beneath her collar to where her neck met her shoulder. He

lightly bit her there then licked it to soothe the sting. He nuzzled her with his mouth against her neck then moved to the other side and

continued his exploration.

Darla’s womb clinched at the bombardment of feelings his touch

evoked. She found herself gasping for breath, and he hadn’t even

touched her with his hands. God, when he did, she’d go up in flames.

Not if, when, because she knew it was only a matter of time before

they would lose patience with her and take her. She held no illusions now. Did she want them? Yes. Did it matter that there were two of

them? She wasn’t sure. It should, though.

“I want to strip that shirt off you and explore those luscious

breasts hiding behind it. I bet they taste good. Are they pretty and

pink or dusky like a plum ready to eat?”

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“I…I…” She couldn’t answer him. His erotic words had her

breath coming in gasps and her chest tight with the imagery.

“I’m going to go take a shower. Then I’m going to see just what

color those nipples are.”

Suddenly, he was gone from her back, and she could breathe

again. Oh God, what was she going to do? She wasn’t going to be

able to hold on for long. Then when they tired of her, she’d be out of a job and a place to live. How long would it take? Maybe long enough

she could save enough money to live on while she looked for another

job. The idea of moving so soon after she’d found a place she felt

comfortable hurt. But move she would.

* * * *

Randall and Marcus were both relaxing in the living room

watching TV. Marcus kept checking the door for Darla. He didn’t

want her sneaking by and holing up in her room. He was tired of

waiting no matter what he had said the night before to Randall. If he didn’t get inside her soon, he was going to go crazy.

“What’s got you so antsy?” Randall used the remote to turn the

volume down on the TV.

“Darla.”

“Hell, you’re not going to wait and give her a chance are you?”

“And you can?” Marcus huffed.

“No. I was planning on easing you into it.” His brother grinned.

Marcus turned to find the object of their discussion crossing the

hall toward the stairs. He jumped up and hurried out the door to

waylay her.

“Going somewhere?”

“Um, to my room to get my dirty clothes. I need to get them

washed before it starts snowing.”

“You can do that tomorrow morning. Come in here and watch TV

with us.” He grabbed her hand and pulled her into the living room.

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She didn’t try to pull away from him, but he felt her reluctance in

the way she walked. He led her to the couch. She sat down in the

middle, and he followed suit, scooting closer to her so that she moved a little closer to Randall. His brother draped his arm around her.

Marcus let his hand rest on her thigh. Randall used the remote to turn the volume back up, and they sat with her in the middle for nearly

thirty minutes before Darla began to relax into them.

As soon as she relaxed, Marcus began to draw circles on her jean-

clad leg. She stiffened again for a few moments, but soon relaxed into that as well. He grinned to himself and looked over her head to

Randall. His brother nodded his head in silent agreement. They would

at least get her undressed tonight. One little step toward having her in between them in bed.

Randall turned her face toward him and kissed her. Marcus

watched as Randall took her mouth. His cock grew harder at the sight

of her flushed face. When she pulled away and turned toward Marcus,

he stared at her well kissed, swollen lips. His hands went to the

buttons of her flannel shirt. He flicked them open one by one. Her

face grew pink when he pulled out the tucked shirt and finished

unbuttoning it. Randall pulled it slowly off her shoulders but not off her arms. Instead, he pulled the shirt tight and tied her arms behind her back. It thrust her breasts out in the front.

Dusky nipples could be seen through the white bra she wore. He

flicked the clasp on the front and peeled back the cups of her bra until it slid down her arms to add to her bindings. He’d been right. Dusky

plums hard and peaked waiting for their touch. He flicked a finger

over each of them. She shivered. Randall reached around her and

palmed her breasts, offering them up as if for sacrifice. Marcus leaned in and licked around her nipple without touching it. She moaned. He

changed sides and did the same to the other one.

They peaked and pebbled for him. He blew a soft breath across

them. Once again she shivered. Marcus slipped off the couch and

pushed her back against Randall’s lap. He bent over her and drew in

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one nipple and nibbled on it followed by the soothing touch of his

tongue. Randle repeated the act on the opposite breast. They fingered them then licked and pinched them until she squirmed against

Randall’s lap.

Marcus scooted down, licking his way from her breasts to her

belly button. He dipped into it then continued down to the waistband

of her jeans. He nipped at her exposed stomach then unbuttoned them

and unzipped them in a quick movement. He pushed his hand down

into her jeans to find her hot and wet.

“Son of a bitch. She’s wet,” he told Randall.

“Get her out of those jeans,” his brother rasped.

Marcus laughed and began pulling her boots off. He got them off

with a grunt then proceeded to working the jeans down her body and

off her legs. He teased her and him by playing around the edge of the white utilitarian panties until he could stand it no more and jerked

them down her legs. He could smell her arousal.

She moaned when he spread her legs and settled himself between

them. He blew across her pussy before kissing her there. Then he

separated her lips and rasped his tongue up her slit.

“Oh man, she tastes like honey.” He grabbed one of her hands

from where they had her bound with her shirt and bra and ran one of

her fingers through her slick opening. Then he raised it up to Randall.

“Taste.”

Randall drew her finger into his mouth and sucked it, making a

humming sound.

Marcus let Randall hold her hand to his mouth while he returned

to the delicious bounty before him. He licked and ran his tongue up and down her slit without touching her clit. He wanted her wild before he let her come. Over and over he teased it. Then he stuck one finger inside of her and searched out her G-spot. She came up off the couch

jerking her hand from Randall’s grip.

“Oh, God!” she cried out. “What are you doing to me?”

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“Making you feel good, sweetness. Just relax and let us pleasure

you,” Randall crooned.

He sucked on one nipple into his mouth while pinching the other

one and was rewarded with her free hand grasping his arm in a death

grip. He chuckled and continued his assault on her breasts

Marcus slid in two fingers and pumped them in and out of her as

he licked and nibbled at her sweet pussy. She shuddered and moved

her hips, trying to get his tongue on her sweet spot. He laughed

against her, and she groaned. He began fucking her with his fingers in earnest and licked all around her clit. When she was wild with need,

he sucked in her clit and tongued it with the flat of his tongue.

Randall pinched both of her nipples at the same time.

She came unglued around them.

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Chapter Five

Darla struggled with ridding her other hand of her makeshift

restraints and grabbed at Marcus’s head as she climaxed harder than

she thought possible. No one had ever done this to her. Good Lord. It went on and on until she begged for mercy. Marcus slowly brought

her down. She panted trying to catch her breath. It came in near

painful gasps.

They had played her like a fine instrument until she’d sung for

them. She was embarrassed how easy it had been for them to bring

her off like that. Hell, she was easy. What must they think of her?

Where they already regretting their decision to have her?

“Get on your knees in front of me,” Randall suddenly demanded.

Startled, she complied without thinking.

“Take out my cock out and suck it.”

She searched his eyes and found nothing dangerous about him.

She quickly unbuttoned him with shaky fingers. Once she had reached

the end of the buttons, his torrid erection burst from his jeans. She eyed its girth greedily and licked her lips at the drop of pre-cum

oozing from the slit at the top. She ran her tongue over the head and delved into the slit. She was rewarded with the salty tang on her

tongue. She licked all around the flared head then tentatively took him in her mouth. She carefully sucked him down then back up. He was so

large she was worried she would hurt him with her teeth. Her ex-

fiancé chastised her when she grazed him with her teeth.

“Suck me all the way down, hard and fast.”

Darla tried to comply, but when he shoved his cock deeper, she

gagged. He grabbed her head and held her still.

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“Easy, sweetness. Breathe through your nose and relax your

throat. You can take me.”

She found that he was right, and she could breathe through her

nose. She relaxed her throat and he pushed farther down until she

swallowed reflexively. He shuddered around her. She swallowed

again.

“Fuck! Yes.” He began pumping into her mouth in earnest now.

“Get ready, I’m going to come. Swallow it, every drop.”

He pushed into her mouth over and over and then held his cock

deep in her throat. When she swallowed, he shot stream after stream

of cum down her throat. She swallowed every bit, then sucked on him

all the way back up. When she released him with an audible pop he

groaned.

“God, you suck dick like a pro,” Randall said in a breathless rasp.

“Come here.” Marcus indicated a spot in front of him. “Stand up.”

Darla stood and waited for whatever he was going to tell her to

do. She still felt Randall’s cock deep in her throat and reveled in it.

“Bend over and put your hands on the couch. Spread your legs for

me, baby.”

The couch cushions sank beneath her weight as she bent over and

spread her legs. She heard the crinkling of foil and knew he was

putting on a condom. This was it. He was going to fuck her. She

wanted this, right? They’d gotten her hot then sent her into a sensual climax the likes of which she’d never known before.

The gentle probing of Marcus’s fingers drew a groan from her.

Then the head of his cock replaced his fingers and he plunged into

her. She screamed. He was so big, and he wasn’t all the way in yet.

She felt him still inside her.

“Easy, baby. Relax. I’ll fit just fine.” He pulled part of the way out and plunged again.

This time he made it all the way, bumping against the top of her

womb. The pleasure-pain of it soon took over as he pulled out and

pushed back in over and over. He slowly built up speed until he was

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shafting in her so fast and hard she lost her breath and felt her climax building once again. She’d never had two in one night before. Surely

she couldn’t.

“Ah, hell. You’re so fucking tight.”

He fucked her until suddenly she exploded around him, milking

him of his own climax with a shout. He stilled inside her as he came.

His fingers bit into her hips and then he collapsed over her. He moved from off her back when her legs began to tremble and buckled.

Randall was there to catch her and ease her down onto his lap. Marcus sat on the other end of the couch with his pants around his knees. He hadn’t even taken off his pants, but neither had Randall. She wasn’t

sure how she felt about that.

“You’re thinking too hard, baby,” Marcus said.

“What are you thinking about?” Randall smoothed her hair back

from her face and stroked her head repeatedly.

“Nothing.”

“Don’t lie to us. Never lie to us,” Randall said, looking at her.

“Just that I’m totally naked and you both still have your clothes

on.”

Marcus laughed. “We couldn’t wait long enough to get our clothes

off to have you.”

“You go to our heads.” Randall cupped her chin and pulled her

head back until she could look into his eyes. They were soft and

fierce.

“Let’s get you cleaned up and in bed,” Marcus said. He stood up

and pulled his pants back up.

Randall stood with her still in his arms. She gasped. “Put me

down. I’m too heavy for you to carry me.

“Nonsense, you’re entirely too thin. You weigh less than a bird.”

“Don’t argue with him. He wants to carry you.” Marcus flicked