Freakn' Cougar (17 page)

Give her my body
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He yelped at his mother’s smack upside the head. “Hey, what was that for?”

“I’m giving you good advice, and your mind is in the gutter.”

He rubbed the sore spot and scowled. “I don’t know why I come to you for help.”

“Because I never steer you wrong. Now get your shaggy ass onto that computer of yours and track her down. Be sure to bring along that other fellow once you do find her.”

“Do I have to?” he whined. “Can’t I leave him behind?”

“No. Fate has said she needs both of you. So be a man, and do what’s best for her. Or else.”

He couldn’t resist asking. “Or else what?”

“Or else a certain video taken in prison is going to end up emailed to someone’s brothers.”

Evil mother. Who needed size and strength to win battles when wily wickedness was so much more effective?

Patricia shifted on Ricky’s lap so she could face both of them. “I was a coward,” she said bluntly. “I let my fear of getting hurt dictate my actions.”

“Is it me, or am I sensing something changed your mind?” Ricky replied, his hands disappearing under the blanket to stroke her skin. Or so Stu assumed. He massaged her calves, letting his hands inch slowly up her leg.

“I got here and had an epiphany. I was already miserable. I was living in the past, letting my fear of caring again chain me. By refusing a chance at happiness and a future with you both, I was creating my own unhappiness. Does that make any sense? Because it sounded a lot more coherent in my head.” She uttered a wry laugh.

Stu’s hands worked past her knee to her thigh. “Perfect sense. It’s why we’re here. We knew you needed to figure out that you couldn’t hold on to the past. But, at the same time, we wanted to be here. To be here for you so you could get a glimpse of the future. We only want to make you happy.”

“Very happy,” Ricky purred, placing a kiss on her neck.

“I know that, but are you sure? I mean, not only do I have emotional scars, you do realize I’m older than you, right? I’m not some young twenty-year-old who’s going to be able to pop out a half dozen babies. Not to mention I have a career and—”

Ricky silenced her protests with a kiss. The intimacy of it should have freaked Stu out. Perhaps even roused his jealousy. Instead it felt right.

This was how it was meant to be. The three of them, together, a team against the world. A male duo made for a cougar.

Not to be left out, Stu leaned forward and placed a kiss on her thigh. He heard her gasp and felt the tremble that went through her body.

“What happens next?” she asked in a shaky voice.

“Now we make love to you,” Ricky stated.

“Every gorgeous inch,” Stu added.

“The two of you at once?” Patricia squeaked.

“Can you think of a better way to celebrate the future?” Ricky asked.

“But I’ve never— I mean—”

Stu kissed his way up her thigh, close enough to inhale the rich musk of her arousal. “Neither have we. We’ll learn together.”

Having his lover seated on another man’s lap while he teased the skin of her thighs proved interesting, especially since Stu could hear the sound of them kissing, but he didn’t feel like a third wheel, not when her fingers drifted to the crown of his head to sift through strands of his hair. She also squirmed at his touch, parting her thighs to give him a glimpse of the pink nirvana he couldn’t wait to taste.

Placing soft butterfly kisses on her legs, he used his hand to stroke through her blonde curls until he found her sweet spot. Dipping a finger into the nectar glistening on her sex, he rubbed her clit and knew she enjoyed it by the way she gripped his hair.

He’d almost forgotten there was third player involved until Ricky said in a gruff voice, “Lick her sweet pussy.”

For real? The command by another guy should have thrown him for a loop. Instead, his already throbbing arousal grew thicker. To aid him with his verbal order, Ricky leaned back, pulling Patricia with him so she reclined against his chest. Ricky used the couch to brace himself, leaving his hands free to cup her beautiful breasts. The sight of her, eyes closed, lips parted, her perfect globes stroked by tanned hands, tweaking and rolling the nipples, was an erotic sight.

Forget watching an erotic video. This was voyeurism in living 3D, color, sound, and smell.

However, even better than watching, he could touch. He dipped down for a lick, a simple flick of his tongue across the pink pussy that beckoned. Mmm. A burst of musky flavor on his tongue, a quiver of her flesh, and a sweet sigh parting her lips.

“Lick her again,” Ricky murmured. “And, this time, don’t stop until she creams herself.”

Damn, how another guy giving the orders could prove such a turn-on he didn’t care to analyze, but Stu did as told and went in for another taste. This time, he latched onto her, stabbing his tongue between her velvety folds while his thumb rubbed against her clit. Good thing he had help in holding her down. She thrashed like a wild cat caught in a trap, a sensual one wrought of pleasure and teasing. Emboldened despite his audience, Stu devoted himself to his decadent feast and, in the midst of pleasuring his woman, let his gaze stray to what happened above him. A visual sensory delighted awaited, especially for a man who’d recently discovered the pleasures of voyeurism.

Ricky’s fingers thrummed the erect peaks of Patricia’s breasts, stroking the hard points. His lips were buried against the column of her neck, nuzzling and sucking. When he finally released his hold, a red mark stood in sharp contrast against her pale skin, not quite a mating mark, but a sign she belonged to them.

Stu hummed his approval, a vibration that sent shockwaves through her already quivering body. He continued to lap at her sex, a steady rhythm that had her panting and mewling, but he could tell his tongue and Ricky’s caresses weren’t enough. She needed more to fly over the edge. He shifted his focus and let his lips capture the nub of her clit while, at the same time, thrusting two then three fingers into her tight sheath.

He just about came as her channel squeezed him tight, a vise-like grip that he couldn’t wait to feel on his cock.

“That’s it,” Ricky crooned, watching with smoldering eyes. “Finger fuck her while you lick. Make her come. Make her scream. Show her the pleasure only we can give.”

Again, he hummed his approval, loving how she cried out at the extra stimulation. Faster, he thrust his fingers, knowing she approached the brink from the whimpering cadence of her cries and the bucking of her body. When her climax hit, he had an up-close view and taste. So gloriously beautiful.

He continued to lap at her, even after she came down from her orgasm, delighting in the aftershocks. He could have kept going had she not pushed at him with a huskily spoken, “Enough. You’re going to kill me. Besides, I think it’s about time I took care of you both.”

Shaggy and shy Stu might have an uttered a “Zoinks”, but almost-mated Stu’s response as he scrabbled to accommodate was more of a “Hell yeah!”

As for Ricky? His reply was an eloquent, “Come and suck me,
bebé
.”

To Stu’s surprise, instead of a slap or a painful ripping off of Ricky’s dick, Patricia, with a purred “my pleasure” crawled up between his legs, giving Stu a bird’s-eye view of her pussy, pink, glistening and oh so tempting.

Sweet freakn’ hell.
Despite having just indulged in its bounty, it called to him, begged him to now partake in dessert. Her musky scent surrounded him in a seductive cloud, and he couldn’t help but grip his cock and stroke it. Stroke it and practically pant in excitement as he watched her head dip so she could lick the tip of Ricky’s cock. This had the effect of pushing her buttocks even farther in the air as she let her spine curve so she could rest her elbows on Ricky thighs, a brace to hold her aloft as she proceeded to gift Ricky with a blowjob. And she didn’t just give him a bj; she enjoyed it. She purred and undulated her body as she took Ricky’s thick cock into her mouth and sucked.

Even though he wasn’t the one on the receiving end, Stu enjoyed his role of spectator. The way her head bobbed in a steady rhythm. Her enthusiastic suck and the hollowness of her cheeks. The way her pussy clenched before his very eyes, just as happy to give oral as receive it.

Had there ever been a woman more perfect?

Wanting to be a part of the unfolding decadence, Stu spread her cheeks, exposing her to his gaze. She was so ready. The cream of her arousal glistened on her tender flesh, and as he stared, she wiggled in clear invitation. His cock, thicker and longer than he’d ever imagined, strained and pulsed. Stu slapped the fat head of it off her clit. She arched and cried out, losing, for a moment, her bobbing rhythm.

Stu tapped her cleft again with his dick, but this time when she bucked, he rammed his cock into her channel, lightning quick. Just as rapidly, he withdrew it and smacked her swollen nub again.

Ricky watched with glowing eyes and growled in approval. “Slap her again. Harder this time.”

With pleasure. Again and again, Stu smacked his shaft off her pussy, and before she’d done quivering, he slammed himself into her, gasping as her muscles flexed and squeezed him. It felt so freakn’ good. So good he feared blowing his load too quick. But he had to hold on, had to wait until she could came first.

“Stop teasing me,” snarled Patricia, tossing him a wild look over her shoulder. “Fuck me. Hard. Fast. And—”

Whatever else she planned to say got cut off as Stu pistoned into her, hips pumping in wild abandon, building friction, fighting the suctioning pull of her pussy. When she came, she screamed, and her sex pulsed around him, so tight he lost his rhythm and held himself still inside her, basking in the strength of her orgasm.

Before the waves shuddering through her channel could calm down, he began thrusting again, in and out, in and out, a quick tempo. The urge to bite her became almost overpowering. The need to make her his almost made him forget his vow to wait. At the last minute, sanity prevailed, and he pulled out to come all over her lower back in a hot rush.

He collapsed beside her on the carpet, panting and recovering with a bird’s eye view as she calmed down from her orgasm and proceeded to take care of Ricky’s still-swollen dick.

She gave new meaning to the term deep throating. Her lips slid down the thick cock, all the way down until she touched the base. Then up she slid, her cheeks deep hollows as she suctioned with fervor. Ricky’s fingers fisted her hair, and he encouraged her as he guided her in a cadence on his cock.

“That’s it,
bebé
. Suck me. Take all of my hard cock in your mouth. Such a greedy girl. Such a good girl.”

Any other time, Patricia might have taken offense. She wasn’t a submissive woman by nature, but here and now, in private with Ricky giving her orders, taking on the role of dominant, she listened—and obeyed. Even better, she enjoyed.

The sound of her purring exceeded that of her sucking, a deep vibration that surely felt wonderful on Ricky’s cock. Stu hoped he’d inspire the same pleasure when his turn to have her lips on him came. He’d love to know what it felt like to have that rumble on his dick.

Faster and faster, she worked Ricky’s cock, her hand aiding now by fisting the base while she concentrated on the sensitive tip. With a yell that was more primal cat roar than man, Ricky came in her mouth, and their greedy cougar took it all, even lapped at the swollen head, looking for more.

Damn.

Everyone satisfied for the moment, she leaned back on her haunches and, with a grin to rival the cat who swallowed the canary, said, “Meow.”

Ricky arched a brow in query. “Meow?”

Her grinned stretched wider. “Isn’t that what a kitty should say after great sex?”

“No, she should be saying thank you.”

Stu’s jaw wasn’t the only one that dropped at Ricky’s temerity. Then he saw the mischievous wink. And when Patricia dove on Ricky to retaliate for his remark, Stu joined in on the fun. When it came to tickle torture, he knew all the spots.

And when it came to pinning the loser to give her the ultimate tickle, in the form of Ricky’s cock pumping between her thighs, his earlier wish came true.

Purring blowjobs did feel even better than they looked.

The morning after wasn’t as awkward as expected. Patricia awoke beside only one male body, probably because her other lover had wandered off to the kitchen to make some breakfast, or so her twitching nose indicated as the scent of sizzling bacon roused her taste buds and set her tummy rumbling.

At her side slumbered Stu, one arm thrown over her waist, the warm solid presence of his body pressing along her length. It almost made her blush to remember what they’d done the night before.

I made love to two men at once.
And it was love. She might have hesitated last night to let them place the mating mark, but there was no denying it in the light of day. Without meaning to, and despite the obstacles she feared, these two men had come to mean so much to her. They’d brought light and love back into her life. They’d also managed to eradicate the guilt that came with her acceptance of happiness.

She could almost feel Ryker’s approval cocooning her from wherever his spirit resided now. She mouthed a silent thank you for this second chance. She also wondered when would be the best time to tell her guys she was ready. She slid out of bed and tossed on some comfortable pants and a shirt.

Stu yawned and stretched in bed, an almost silly smile creasing his lips as he announced, “Good morning.”

“Yes it is.” She smiled back.

“What’s the plan for today?” he asked, throwing back the covers and standing, his body arching into a stretch that caught her gaze and roused a carnal hunger.

Telling you both I love you.
Definitely. It was time for her to face the future. The question was when and how? She pondered that question as she wandered out of the bedroom, lured by the scent of food. Should she wait for a romantic moment? Maybe just blurt it out over breakfast in between bites of the fluffy pancakes Ricky whipped up? Not a bad plan, especially once she saw the potential for fun and sweetness with the bottle of syrup.