With Cherry on Top [Loving in Silver 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (8 page)

Mick and Collin laughed, returning to Gracie and surrounding her as Cody kissed her until she was little more than a limp rag in his arms.

“Come here, Jake.” Jake had always reminded Cherry of a puppy. He was sweet and adorable, despite his bulging muscles and his height at six foot two. He was a lot like Ryan, Peaches’s husband, with one big difference. He was hers. “Have I told you how much I love you?” she asked huskily, leaning against him and raising her face for his kiss. “I’ve missed you guys so much,” she said when he finally raised his head. She was breathless. Her heart pounded against her ribs. “You should have come and kicked my sorry ass and told me to get over myself.”

Jake became serious, something she remembered well when she first woke in the hospital to see her men surrounding her, when they first got their first glimmer of hope after being so terrified she would die.

“You needed time. We gave it to you.” The serious mask was ripped away and he lifted her up so she was looking down on him, his strong arms folded under her butt. They grinned at each other. “Now you owe us big time. We get fantastic makeup sex.”

“I have no problem with that.” Strong hands were kneading the globes of her ass. They weren’t Jake’s. Twisting around a little, she watched Cody watching his hands on her rear end. “Having fun there, mister?”

“Oh, hell yeah!” he growled, his gray eyes as dark as storm clouds. “I can’t wait to be buried in this beautiful ass.”

“You might have her ass, but I’ve got these beautiful tits.” Growling, Jake buried his face in her cleavage, causing her to shriek with laughter.

“Oh, put me down you big goof!”

“Get a room!” a loud male voice growled from the wide porch. It was Logan, looking severe, his powerful arms crossed over his broad chest. It was his Dom pose. “I don’t want my kids seeing that going on in the front yard.”

Then he grinned as Mick, Cody, Collin, and Jake all flipped him off in perfect synchronization. They couldn’t have done it any better had they practiced it. Cherry laughed and hugged each of her men. Then she was going to shy little Gracie, pulling her close, keeping her feeling as if she was part of all the craziness.

“Still want to do this?” she asked, laughing.

Gracie giggled. It was such an enchanting little sound. “Yes, I do. I want more kisses from them.”

“You’re going to get a lot more from us than kisses, sweet girl,” Mick told her as he followed his brothers to their truck. “We haven’t had sex in over three years. We have a lot of making up to do.”

They left both women standing there completely overheated. Cherry led Gracie into the house. Logan was waiting for them in the living room, a grin on his ruggedly handsome face. The man was hotter than hell. Her sister had really lucked out with her men, as she had done with her own.

“I left some items in your room,” he told Cherry. “If there’s anything else you need, just let me know.” His gaze moved from Cherry to Gracie. “Too bad Peaches won’t let me play with you.”

Gracie squeaked and hid behind Cherry. “Come on, sweetie. He won’t come anywhere near you. Peaches would castrate him.”

“A man can still look. Come here, Gracie.”

Her reaction to the Dom’s deep, rich voice proved just why Logan would appreciate a woman like Gracie. She obeyed at once, going to stand in front of him. Cherry watched with a mixture of awe and intense interest. She wasn’t afraid Logan would cross the line. But he was about to teach Gracie something about herself that would open up a whole new world to her. A world she could explore in the future, if she so chose to do so.

“First, take your clothes off.” When she complied with only the slightest hesitation, Cherry could see the tremor go through her body. She didn’t think it was fear. Gracie folded her dress carefully then reached up to open the front clasp of her bra. It fell away to expose perfectly round little breasts with the most adorable pink nipples. Both she and Logan watched as Gracie bent to wiggle out of her rather modest white panties. “Are you okay, Gracie?”

“Yes, Sir,” Gracie whispered, her moss-green eyes enormous in her small face. There was a flush of color across her cheekbones. “Am I supposed to be horny right now?”

Logan laughed softly, sexily. His amber eyes glowed in his tanned face. One look at the front of his worn jeans told just how horny
he
was. “If you aren’t, I’ve lost my touch. Now, you need a safe word. Think of one which will stand out. The words stop, no, don’t, aren’t to be used. Those words are often said, even when the submissive wants to continue.”

“Okay.” She nodded and then bit her lip. “Can it be
robot
?”

“
Robot
it is,” Logan agreed, smiling gently down at her. “Now, I want you to go over to the arm of the couch and bend over it. Spread your legs and put that beautiful ass in the air.”

Gracie was perfect in her willingness. There was an excitement and eagerness about her, wrapping around her as she assumed the position, draping her small body gracefully over the arm of the couch, extending her clasped hands along the cushions so her torso was stretched.

“Beautiful, baby,” Logan crooned, moving closer. “You are perfect.”

The praise obviously pleased the excitable Gracie. Her shapely little bottom wiggled in the air even as Cherry took the position Logan was indicating she assume beside the other woman. She knew where this was going. Pleasure quivered through her as her pussy clenched hard. Her panties were drenched before she could take another breath.

“Do you remember your safe word?”

“
Robot
, Sir,” Gracie said breathlessly.

“And you will use it if you are uncomfortable with something being done to you, or you are in pain. You are
never
to simply accept something to please someone else. This is about you first. If there is something which goes beyond what you want, say your safe word. Everything will stop.”

Cherry placed her hand on Gracie’s lower back, just above a pair of the cutest dimples. She stroked the soft, resilient flesh, the silky skin, enjoying its warmth and texture. Gracie trembled beneath her hand. A moment later she brought her other hand down on a creamy globe.

Gracie shrieked, her body stiffening for a moment, before she relaxed back into position.

With her heart beating rapidly in her chest and her pussy weeping with anticipated pleasure of her own, Cherry watched as her handprint appeared on her little lover’s ass. She smoothed her hand over it, soothing, rewarding, and then raised her hand enough so she could spank the right side of Gracie’s sexy butt.

“You are beautiful, sweetheart,” she crooned, rubbing the red marks with a loving hand. She couldn’t believe how turned on she was. She had heard a lot from Peaches, but this was not something she had experienced for herself. A little bondage, a little spanking, it could be a lot of fun. “Your ass is beautiful with my handprints on it.”

Gracie whimpered and wiggled. Sliding her hand down the crease of her ass, her fingers dipped lower, finding that the woman’s pussy was dripping with creamy juices. Finding the rigid little nub of flesh, she tweaked it gently.

“You’re so wet. Do you like what I’m doing to you?”

“Yes, Ma’am,” Gracie breathed. Her face was flushed, her eyes tightly closed. “Could you do it some more?”

Cherry laughed. Logan growled. “No topping, baby. You’re a bottom all the way.”

“Yes, Sir,” she squeaked adorably.

Gracie swore she could feel every drop of blood in her body pounding through her veins. Her heart was a wild thing in her chest. Her skin felt as if it was on fire. And her pussy was naked and aching with need.

Vulnerable and exposed, she couldn’t have stopped if her life depended upon it. Never in all of her twenty-six years had she ever been this excited. And it was only going to get better, she told herself.

She felt a genuine connection with Cherry. They were like two halves of a whole. She knew the other woman was the stronger of the two of them. She didn’t mind. She needed strong in her life.

While Gracie hadn’t ever been with a woman, she couldn’t wait until she experienced everything with Cherry. The woman was so damned sexy. Hot and sexy. Tall, with honey-blonde hair, gorgeous chocolate brown eyes, and full breasts begging for attention, Gracie couldn’t wait for the female dream to continue to play with her body.

She felt so special. Worshipped, almost, as Cherry, under Logan’s supervision, taught both women how to achieve maximum pleasure together. With her naked pussy quivering, her ass on fire, and her clit feeling as if it was being hit with electricity every time those fingers deliberately strayed over it, Gracie was close to finding a level of pleasure she had never achieved before.

The few lovers she’d had over the years had mostly left her wanting. Well, not mostly. They had all left her feeling completely empty and unfulfilled. She had lousy luck choosing the right man. None had seemed interested in what she wanted, which led to more frustration than anything else.

Tired of the disappointment, she had quit dating, determined to find the right man or men. She had known the Preston brothers for years, though she really didn’t spend much time in their section of the world. Oh, sure, they lived in the same town, and their family’s ranch wasn’t that far from her family’s farm, but they rarely had contact with one another after high school. Jake had been two years ahead of her. Then they had all gone away to college, coming home to apply all they had learned to make the ranch more successful. Then she had been away at college. No, she hadn’t seen them much at all. That is until she had gotten the job at the pizzeria. That had been the moment her world had been turned upside down. She didn’t know why, since she had known them since she was a kid. Maybe it was because she was older. Maybe she had suddenly seen something in them she hadn’t seen before.

Whatever it was had stolen Gracie’s heart. After that, all she could do was pick up the crumbs they were willing to give her. They were friendly, charmingly flirtatious in a restrained sort of way, and so handsome she was practically drooling every time she saw them.

Then she found out they were pining away for some city girl.

The city girl who had just smacked Gracie’s dripping pussy with her hand. The combined pleasure and pain which shot through her was so unexpected, was so powerful, it triggered an orgasm unlike anything she had ever felt before. Lightning-hot pleasure shot through her body, touching each nerve end, shorting out her brain.

Gracie screamed, her fingers curling into the fabric covering the couch cushion, before she bit her lip against the sobs of pleasure. Her body jerked, arching against the arm of the couch, her legs shaking violently as she struggled to maintain the position. Her toes curled into the deep pile of the rug beneath her feet.

When a slick finger slid into the tight pucker of her virgin asshole, Gracie was sent to a whole new plane. It felt odd, but not in a bad way. It felt different and more than a little naughty. She giggled as that finger pressed in. She forced herself to relax, breathing deeply, until the finger was sliding easily in and out of her body.

Trembling, excited, Gracie felt completely vulnerable to the sensual whims of Cherry and Logan. She could feel her pussy quivering and her juices flowing as Cherry’s finger did magical things to her. When a second finger was introduced, she felt a bit of a pinch and a burning sensation, but she again worked through it until she thought nothing could feel any better.

She was so very wrong. Once Cherry had stretched her asshole out to her satisfaction the fingers disappeared and something cool, slick, and hard was pressed against her fluttering ring of muscles.

Moaning, keeping her eyes tightly closed, Gracie let the pleasure take over once again. Her pussy clenched hard, needing to be filled. Juices ran down over her clit. Open, exposed, she secretly delighted in the knowledge that she was being watched as they tormented her. She was being overwhelmed by a pleasure unlike anything she had ever known before.

Soon their men would be sharing this with them. They would be doing all these naughty things to her, taking turns touching her, probing her with their fingers, their tongues, their cocks. Another moan was torn from her lips as her asshole was stretched to new limits as Cherry wriggled and twisted whatever it was she was putting into her ass. It was definitely larger than the two fingers it was replacing.

Pushing out against it, Gracie eagerly accepted the hard object, yet another moan of pleasure escaping her as it slid home, the muscles closing around the base. It was a butt plug. There was one very good reason why Cherry would insert a butt plug into her ass. Their men were going to be fucking her ass and she had to be ready for it.

Just the thought of taking their men that way, so naughty, so dirty, sent another powerful jolt of lightning through her body.

On fire, her body exploding under the powerful onslaught of yet another orgasm, Gracie shrieked her pleasure.

Warm lips spread tiny kisses over the heated skin of her ass. Then the lips went away and she was being lifted gently to her feet. Cherry sat on the couch and pulled Gracie into her lap.

“Are you okay, sweetheart?” Gracie nodded, leaning her head on Cherry’s shoulder. “Did you like that?”