Chapter 40Goldie
Chapter 40
Goldie
I recall what I told Clay, at the apple trees: I have no doubt you’ll catch me, but the feeling of free-falling is not something I’m going to ever enjoy.
That has changed too. Well, not the part about not having any doubts about him, about them all catching me. But. As long as I don’t get in my own damn way, I could enjoy the hell out of this kind of free-falling.
“Um, so…it would be kind of rude to wake everyone up in the middle of the night and call a family meeting now, right?” I ask as Ash puts me down. He takes one of my hands and Ranger takes the other, as if in a ballet choreographed by Fate herself. They bring my knuckles to their mouths and kiss my fingers.
“That,” Ranger says, “would definitely be rude.”
“Right. So. Since I’m naked. And Ash is half naked. Maybe you should get naked too? I can give you that blow job I owe you and—”
“Whoa,” Ranger says. “First things first. You don’t ever owe me anything, got it? And I wasn’t jealous that you haven’t sucked my cock yet. I’m a patient man. I was just…you were only staying for two weeks. I thought maybe we might run out of time and I might never experience those sweet lips of yours on me. But…it sounds like maybe we might have more time? So I’m not in a hurry for that, darlin’.”
I nod, feeling simultaneously terrified and exhilarated. “Um…well. There are other places we can put that cock of yours…”
“I should give the two of you some privacy, some alone time,” Ash says, as soon as my voice trails off.
I shake my head with a vehemence I didn’t know I felt, reaching out to grasp Ash’s muscular forearm. “No, will you please stay?” I ask. “I mean, if it’s okay with you, Ranger. I want you both. I want to feel both of you inside me at the same time. I want one of you in my pussy and the other in my ass.”
Wait, what now?
Finally, I know the names of at least two of the trees on the mountain. These men aren’t just well-endowed. We’re talking Redwoods here, people.
“Darlin’, you’ve never…have you?” Ranger asks, his giant fingertip trailing down my spine, down the crack of the ass I’ve just told him I want him to fuck. Then he cups one cheek in each hand, spreading them.
I shake my head. I know logically that if my body isn’t prepared for it, anal with one of my men could do damage even Lynx’s miracle poultice wouldn’t heal. I need to work up to it. But right now my body doesn’t care about the logistics or the aftermath. It only wants to be so full of cock I forget my own goddamn name.
“It’s gonna be like trying to park a semi-truck in a compact spot,” Ranger says.
If I wasn’t so lust-drunk, I might laugh at that.
“We don’t want to hurt you,” Ash says. “If you want us inside your pussy and your ass, let’s start with our fingers, alright? They’re plenty big enough. Then once you get used to them—”
What he says makes sense. Those cock-sized fingers will stretch me deliciously enough.
“Even so, we’re gonna need lube,” Ranger points out.
I shake my head. “Nope.”
Needing lube will mean we’ll have to wait until someone can go somewhere and get lube.
I bring Ranger’s hand down, arranging it so he’s cupping my mound, taking one of his fingers and dipping it in my dripping heat.
“Plenty of natural lubrication right here. I do not want to wait until you have to go into town to buy—”
Ranger rumbles a laugh. “You’ll only have to wait about five minutes, honey. We have lube in the cabin. The gals we’ve been with in the village require it, just to take us in their pussies.”
Oh. Oh.
“Um, then, Ash, will you go get the damn lube?”
He laughs. “I will go get the damn lube.”
“Can you grab my phone too?” I ask him. “If it’s still working I’d love some mood music.”
Though I really cannot fathom what would be on a playlist for having your butt cherry popped.
While Ash is gone, I undress Ranger in silence and lead him to the blanket.
“Sit,” I tell him.
Eyes full of heat, he does as I tell him. Then I arrange myself on my belly, lower my head over his lap, and take his girth into my hands, wrapping my mouth around his cockhead, nursing on the tip of him. I watch him, watch his face. He leans back, supporting himself with both hands, his head thrown back, a look of pure bliss on his face.
“Don’t make me come,” he rasps, after a minute. “Keep doing just that.”
“You like being edged, huh?” I ask, taking my mouth off him for a minute.
“Get those lips back on me right now,” he says, and the commanding tone of his voice makes my pussy clench.
Before I know it, Ash has returned, and while I still have my face buried in Ranger’s crotch, he kneels behind me.
“I have your phone and the lube,” he says.
I pull away from Ranger to say, “Forget my phone and the music. My heart is singing at the moment.”
God, that’s corny but true.
“If you take that mouth of yours off me again, there are gonna be consequences,” Ranger warns and holy shit, Bossy Ranger is fucking hot.
“Yes, sir,” I say, and lower my mouth onto him again.
“This is gonna be cold,” Ash warns, those big baseball mitt hands parting my buttocks. I jerk as the dollop of lube, indeed cold, splashes against the puckered hole. Then oh my God, I feel Ash’s warm breath on it. And then his hot tongue. Thank God I don’t bite Ranger’s dick, my teeth clacking together out of sheer surprise.
Ash’s beard tickles my ass as he swirls his tongue around the never-been-touched flesh, making me moan onto Ranger’s cock.
He rumbles a laugh. “The lube is strawberry-flavored.”
“My favorite,” Ash says, pulling back and playfully smacking his lips. “Tastes extra good on you.” His fingers trace featherlight circles on my bare skin. Then he promises, “We’ll take care of you, firecracker. You let us know if you experience any pain at all, alright? And if you want to stop at all, just say the word.”
Oh. My. God. This is really happening.
“Don’t worry, darlin’. We’ll be gentle,” Ranger says, lifting my chin so his cock falls out of my mouth with a fairly obscene pop .
And they are. Oh, so gentle. Their strong hands caress me like I’m made of spun sugar as they lay me down on my side, Ash settling behind me and Ranger facing me.
“We’ll go slow,” he promises, his voice thick with desire. He presses a kiss to my lips. “Tell us if it’s too much.”
They weren’t kidding when they said slow. Ash lubes me up some more, both with the allegedly strawberry-flavored stuff, and also by dragging some of my own juices back with his fingers, getting them slicked up too. He pushes his thumb against the entrance I’d always considered backdoor only, with just the slightest amount of pressure, and waits until I give a moan of approval before adding a bit more.
Ranger keeps me distracted with kisses that make my toes curl and my brain short-circuit, one hand on the back of my neck, the other between my legs, playing with my clit.
When Ash finally pushes a finger in, I feel like I’m being split in two in the most divine way. It’s a strange fullness my body wants to resist at first, a slight burn that quickly gives way to pleasure so intense I see stars that have nothing to do with the sky above us. My eyes are jammed closed. My thighs are fucking quaking.
“You okay, sweetheart?” Ranger asks, his voice strained with the effort of holding me still. I didn’t even realize his hands had moved to my hips, likely holding me in place so I won’t buck and wind up pushing myself onto Ash’s hand, taking too much in the ass, too deep, too fast.
I nod, unable to form words. Ranger captures my lips again as Ash starts to withdraw, then pushes back in, a little further this time.
I hiss against Ranger’s kiss, and he smiles against my mouth. One of his hands moves back to the holy land and one of his fingertips teases my pussy.
“Put it inside me,” I beg, my lips still brushing his as I speak.
Once again, as if choreographed, Ranger and Ash begin to finger-fuck me. It’s slow, careful, and holy mother of pearl, it’s intense. The feeling of fullness is…holy shit. That’s all I’ve got. Holy shit. Their fingers pump in and out of me in sync and I can’t help it—I have to reach down between my body and Ranger’s and touch myself, working my clit as they take care of my holes.
As we move together, a tangle of limbs and gasps and moans, I can’t help but think, Who the hell needs perfection when you can have this beautiful, messy, incredible love?