Woman on Top [McQueen Was My Valley 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (22 page)

Today Adrian was feeling particularly randy. It was a triumph, having built this house. Though they’d been sleeping in the unfinished rooms for a few weeks, tonight would mark the first official night in a house that would probably never
be
finished. The victory of months of labor was riling him up—that, and Gabriel’s questing, squeezing hand fondling his crotch.

“We have time,” Gabriel murmured.

“What if someone comes looking for us?”

“I’ll lock the front door. Besides, you don’t think those three are constantly going hard at it, especially now that the baby’s a little older?”

That was true. Little Sam Horowitz was already his own man. Hanging out with him was increasing Adrian’s interest in babies. He’d been named after Wanda’s husband who had died in 1961. Apparently the first BASE jump Xandra and Nathan had done was from Sam’s Steeple, the tallest spire around. Now
that
was true love and devotion. And they hadn’t let the baby stop their amorous activities. More than once Adrian had stumbled across a couple of them or even all three at the Bait and Switch construction site, going hard at it, as Gabriel said. There was apparently no shame when you lived in a town called Bird in Hand.

“Two in the Bush,” Adrian mumbled, leaning forward on both palms and allowing Gabriel to unbutton his jeans.

“What’s that?” Gabriel shoved down his boxer briefs and took Adrian’s hot, stiff prick in his fist. He began jacking him lightly, his palm dry, barely touching the sensitive skin.

“Two in the Bush,” gasped Adrian. “The name of our new house.”

Gabriel chuckled. He sounded as though he liked it. “We probably shouldn’t have that carved into any sign for the front door, though.”

Gabriel grabbed an olive oil cruet that was handily only two steps away. First he whisked Adrian’s polo shirt off and dribbled a few drops onto his back—onto his scars. No one mentioned them much anymore, and since Adrian couldn’t see them they were usually out of mind, and he knew he was getting over the trauma of having been beaten within an inch of his life. Gabriel gently massaged the olive oil into the ropey welts. The oil had seemed to erode the welts, to make them less obvious. “You know how much I want to take you up the ass.”

Adrian snorted. “Me, and every desert rat, Burning Man attendee, and BASE jumper in southeastern Utah.” He liked to make fun of Gabriel’s former bad-boy ways. He liked how it made Gabriel protest. Adrian never tired of hearing him protest.

“
Just
you. You know I never fucked any of those guys more than once. You were the first real ‘boyfriend’ I ever had.”

“Now a husband, and don’t you forget it.”

Gabriel slapped Adrian’s ass with his greasy hand. “Husband. Lover. You’re mine for life, Adrian.” Now he smeared more oil onto the globe of his ass, his fingertips tickling the rim of his anus. “It’s more than I could’ve hoped for when I first saw you jacking off in Inkwell Lake.”

“Christ.” Adrian laughed. “I had no idea who that perverted officer was, leering at me like that, cuffing my hands together right under my cock so it stood out even stiffer.”

“Hell, I had no idea what a perverted bastard
you
were, why your cock didn’t go flaccid when I cuffed you.”

“Is that what happens to most of your prisoners? Limp dick?”

Gabriel slid his forefinger up Adrian’s rectum, tickling, exploring, stretching. “I can’t say as I ever sucked off anyone in cuffs. Usually when I cuff them, I mean business.”

“Yeah. The business end of your baton…up my ass.”

“Mm,” Gabriel growled, tickling the prostate gland. “Don’t tempt me. You were my first hookup I was unsure of. I knew you weren’t gay. I didn’t want to terrify you into thinking the only way out of a ticket was to let me suck you, but then the idea started sounding too delicious.”

“I was alone. I knew no one in Utah. You’re a muscular, virile stud. You’re absolutely stunning, Gabriel. Who wouldn’t want you on your knees before them? Unloading into your hot, talented mouth?”

Reminiscing about the event was making Adrian even hotter. Maybe he was ready. He’d had more butt plugs, batons, and dildos up his ass than a pin cushion. He’d been reamed, penetrated, and fucked by any and every implement his lovers could get their hands on, yet he hadn’t allowed Gabriel to come inside of him. Gabriel’s prick was bigger than any baton or dildo, for one thing.

Now Gabriel massaged Adrian’s dick lightly while fingering him and biting his shoulder. “So I was your first? Your first brutal, rugged buck?”

“God yes,” Adrian breathed, all in a rush. He was going to shoot soon against his own tiled backsplash if Gabriel kept diddling him like that. “I never sat around in circle jerks at college, if that’s what you mean. You just…made me so horny. I thought ‘why not?’ Why not let this hot stud pleasure me with his mouth? Who’s going to know?”

“But you didn’t think it’d continue.” Gabriel slipped his finger out, making Adrian wiggle his ass for more.

“Hell no. You’re a fucking game warden. You move around, and so do I. I’m a goddamn soldier of fortune. A couple mind-blowing fucks, maybe, and I’d be out of there.”

“But Brooke brought us together.”

Gabriel’s mushroom-shaped cockhead nudged at his tight ring. Adrian practiced his deep breathing to relax. He of all people knew how to relax.
You can do this. You’re not in Damascus. This is not like Syria. Gabriel loves me.
Adrian gasped when Gabriel breached the ring, rimming him. Adrian decided that to keep talking would relax him further.

“Brooke brought us together,” he agreed, his head swaying on a loose neck. “My dear…little…buckle bunny, Brooke.”

Gabriel chuckled and breathed with delight. “Ah.” He started rotating his hips lewdly, nudging his cock inch by inch inside his lover. “You’re so hot, and slick, and wide open for me.” Gabriel tried to squeeze Adrian’s oily dick, but Adrian pushed his hand away. He’d just let his prick bob in the air like that, purple, shiny, and demanding. He could probably come just from the anal stimulation alone. Gabriel groaned. “You’re going to be the filling between me and Brooke from now on. Usually you let me fuck her, and you mount me like a stallion. God, I love that. Now you see what I love about it?”

Adrian did. There was something very base and primal about being dominated, taken like this. He had always been the dominant one. His fear of being shackled, whipped, ravished had completely colored the way he treated Gabriel. Now he was in the middle, where Gabriel had usually been. He was the one being fucked up the ass by another man’s enormous horse cock, and
he was loving it.

“Fuck me,” Adrian snarled, wiggling his hips salaciously. “I want to feel your jism spurting in my ass.”

“Oh,
Godddd
…” Adrian felt Gabriel’s entire torso and thighs shudder. His bulging cock even seemed to shudder inside Adrian’s rectum. “You don’t know what you’re asking for. I’m already on the verge of coming in your sweet ass.”

“Then
come,
goddamnit! I want to feel you jerking and thrusting in my ass just like all those times I did the same—“

The front door slamming brought Adrian to his senses.
Holy crap. Xandra or Nathan’s coming in to get that fucking wine opener.
The kitchen sink couldn’t be seen from the front door, but there wasn’t nearly enough time to disengage, much less pull up their fucking pants, as the footsteps—women’s cowboy boots—stomped determinedly their way.

The two men merely paused, busted.

I hope to hell that’s Brooke.
Gabriel’s big cock quivered inside of Adrian, and the last thing he wanted to do was stop.

* * * *

“Oh, ho! What’s
this
, then?”

There was a party about halfway between here and the Bait and Switch. They’d set up several tables on an empty mesa and invited about forty friends to break a symbolic bottle on a sandstone dome to celebrate the ribbon-cutting of the two new homes. Some friends of Doug’s brought their country and western band setup and were wailing about lone prairies, the ace of hearts, and spinning wheels.

Xandra had broken out a bottle of her favorite California cabernet she was allowed to drink now, but no one had a wine opener. So Brooke’s fiancé had offered to go get one. He’d been gone an awful long time. Now Brooke knew why.

She jammed her hands onto her hips and regarded her two men. “Breaking in the new kitchen sink?” She wasted no time in stripping off her panties under her tight jean miniskirt. She kicked them aside and she was ready to join in. It was funny how embarrassed the men were to have been busted, locked together in passionate intercourse. Of course Adrian’s ever-hard penis didn’t flag, but they stood stock still, gaping at her stupidly. She waved at them. “Carry on, carry on!” She wedged herself between Adrian’s nearly nude body and the granite countertop, squiggling her breasts in the halter top against his bare chest.

Gabriel peeked over Adrian’s shoulder. “You’re not mad that I penetrated him when you weren’t here?”

Adrian quirked an adorable grin at her. “I’m in the middle now.”

Brooke raised one eyebrow. “Oh, yeah? Well,
I’m
on
top
now. And
I
am
commanding
Gabriel to fuck you. Fuck him, Gabriel. I want to watch your big built body convulsing like Adrian’s does when he’s screwing you. I want to watch every beautiful, gorgeous, shimmering deltoid and tricep rippling as you pump his ass full of your jism.”

Gabriel did her bidding as she spoke. She liked how the men became heavy-lidded with lust when she talked dirty, so she kept it up. She captured Adrian’s hulking penis between her thighs and rode it like a balance beam. It smelled as though Gabriel had been stroking Adrian with olive oil, and her pussy was already oozing juice, so it was a slick ride. She reached around and slapped Gabriel’s bare ass. She loved to squeeze his muscular glutes. Gabriel was like a living statue, he was so brawny and cut. “How does this feel, my love? You can finally relax and let Gabriel take you. Surrender to his loving fucking. Feel his long, thick shaft thrust into you.”

Adrian brushed his lips over hers. “I want to be the middle. Let me come inside you the moment he does, like I always do to him.”

Gabriel’s head was thrown back, his muscular throat exposed, his eyes squeezed shut. “Oh, you’ll like it, buddy. You’ll like being in the middle. It’s almost too much sometimes. Too much. Feels like you’ll spontaneously combust.”

Brooke captured the bulbous glans of Adrian’s cock between her pussy’s mushy lips. Like a pole dancer she gyrated, massaging the sensitive head in the velvet glove of her labia. But every thrust of Gabriel’s hips nudged Adrian’s prick farther into her canal. She positioned Adrian’s tool just so, then sank down onto it to the hilt, eliciting a drawn-out groan from her fiancé.

He pinned her to the countertop with the power of his hips. Brooke had felt this many times with Gabriel in the middle inside her, pumping his seed into a condom. But Adrian was barebacking it, as always, and this was entirely new, watching—and feeling with her inner pussy—him react to being fucked by another man. His stiff hard-on twitched and flinched every time Gabriel lunged his penis up his ass. In fact, Adrian seemed to be relaxing so far into the fucking that he was allowing Gabriel’s rhythm to dictate their rocking. Adrian’s penis was so plump and full to bursting all he had to do was brace his feet apart on the tiles and surrender to it.

He wasn’t so deep into subspace, however, that he forgot Brooke.
When a husband is happy, his wife will be fulfilled
. Adrian had quoted that Eastern thought several times, but it made sudden sense to Brooke as he moved his fingertips to her straining clitoris and began diddling it. Adrian was so adept with his fingers, perhaps well-trained from running them over crumbling, dusty artifacts, that within thirty seconds Brooke was on the verge of an orgasm. Every nerve in her body seemed to be concentrated in her pussy, filled with his expanding tool, and particularly her button, where he coaxed sensations of ecstasy.

“My true wife,” Adrian murmured against her mouth, and he shot his load inside her.

Brooke tossed her head back, choking on her own strangled cries as she felt his penis spurt up against the opening to her womb. His talented fingers teased her over the edge of orgasm, and suddenly her entire abdomen was contracting.

The walls of her pussy milked Adrian’s prick, and he gasped for air as he held his jerking cock deep inside her. Brooke felt not only the power of Adrian’s orgasm, but that of Gabriel’s as he drained himself inside his lover. He was a stunning creature to observe in any moment of the day, but imprisoned in the moment of crisis with every tiny pectoral muscle gripped in beautiful bas-relief like this, it just blew her mind.

The trio stayed locked together in bliss for many long moments. One by one, they gasped and caught their breaths. Color flooded their faces again, and semen ran down their legs as they disengaged, drifting off to one of the two main floor bathrooms.

Brooke finger-combed her hair in the bathroom’s mirror.
How am I allowed to be so content? What did I do to deserve not one but two amazing, gallant, supportive, loving men?
Adrian finally submitting to Gabriel’s pleasure was not only a superb physical turn-on, but it showed that emotionally he’d let his wall down as well. Intellectually he’d always
known
that Bird in Hand, Utah, was not Damascus, Syria. It just took months of trust-building for him to allow himself to be penetrated, to be submissive, to open himself up to new vistas of untold pleasures. That was the danger in opening up. There was always the possibility of pain as well. Brooke wanted Adrian to know the pleasures would far outweigh the dangers.