Chapter 5
Chapter Five
Levi
I notice the moment she shifts. The moment her body goes from tense to relaxed.
The moment she smiles and means it. Tripp is still spanking, and I’m adding the occasional swat here and there, just for fun.
Her ass is so full and round and spankable, and I don’t get a gorgeous woman over my knee very often so I’m content to draw out the scene and enjoy the view.
Both the one on the horizon and the one right in front of me.
But Marci is cooperating now, bucking and mewling over our laps, as she cries out all the words I’ve wanted to hear her say. And I don’t miss the glistening wetness between her legs. She’s wet. Ready. Needy. Wanting.
My cock is rock-hard, and Tripp is no saint. I’m sure he feels the same way. But I know the rule. No sex the night before a show. He’d usually have us home and in bed by nine. Frowning, I check my watch. It’s eight now.
There’s no way he’s sticking to his normal schedule at the rate we’re going and I wonder what his plan is. I’d be fully content to throw the plan to the wind, partying and making love all night long, then rallying the next morning, the way we used to when we were younger.
But I don’t know if Tripp will actually go for it. He’s so disciplined and superstitious, I don’t know if he can.
Pulling myself from my thoughts, I look down and notice that the spanking has ended, that Tripp is pulling up Marci’s panties and jeans and gathering her on his lap. I lean my head against his shoulder and take her hand in mine, not wanting to be left out of the aftercare.
Marci’s eyes are shining with tears, but also with something else. Lust, I recognize. And determination. She straddles us, then captures Tripp’s mouth before he has a chance to think. I watch as he leans into the kiss, deepening it and wrapping his hands around her waist pulling her closer.
I wait for the surge of jealousy I usually get when he kisses a woman we’ve decided to share. It doesn’t come.
It doesn’t come. My heart swells, cementing my thought that this was the right choice. That she’s the one for us and we must have her, no matter what it takes.
The kiss finally breaks, leaving them both panting. Marci gives a soft gasp, her hand on her chest like she’s surprised that she was so bold. That she kissed Tripp. That he kissed her back.
She turns to me, and my heart stutters at the lust in her eyes.
“Your turn,” she says softly a moment before her lips crash down on mine.
She tastes sweet like strawberry ChapStick, and salty like tears.
Her mouth opens, and my tongue pushes past her lips.
My hand comes up to grasp the back of her neck, and hers finds my waist. The kiss turns into a full-on make-out session, with her hips gyrating, her pussy grinding across my cock, which feels like it’s about to bust out of my jeans.
Holy fuck. I haven’t been this turned on by a woman since puberty.
Tripp clears his throat, and she pulls away guiltily.
I frown, hoping he isn’t about to bring the evening to a crashing halt.
“Maybe we should uh… go somewhere with a little more privacy. You said this was a make-out spot, so it’ll probably get busier soon.” Tripp points to the slowly setting sun.
Flushing at the thought of getting caught, I help pull Marci to her feet and stand also. I wipe my suddenly sweaty hands on my jeans and catch Tripp’s eye, hoping he’s as caught up in the moment as we are.
When he notices me watching him, he winks, and the corners of his mouth turn up in a half smile.
A shiver runs down my spine and nervous excitement clenches my stomach.
I’m excited to be with Marci, but I’m still always just as excited to be with my Daddy in front of her.
I do have a tiny bit of an exhibition kink, provided I have control over who the audience is.
As if she can read my mind, Marci’s gaze darts between us. Bouncing on her toes anxiously, she asks, “So…uh… are you guys together like you like to share women or like together like you like to share women?”
She looks very interested in the answer and Tripp’s half smile turns into a full-on smirk. Instead of answering her, he turns to me, his voice suddenly deep and commanding. “C’mere, babyboy.”
My eyes big, and my heart racing, I walk to where he’s standing, and breathe in a deep happy sigh when his arm wraps around my waist, pulling me close to his chest. I look up at him and his lips crash town on mine, claiming me in a captivating kiss for the world to see.
Well, for Marci to see, anyway. His hands that were gripping my waist drop lower until he’s palming my ass with both hands while he kisses me.
And somehow, my dick, which was hard already, gets even harder. When he finally breaks the kiss, I’m dizzy, panting, and for a split second I forget that Marci exists.
Tripp turns me around, pulls my back to his chest, with his arms wrapped around my top half, then says to her “Does that answer your question?”
“Yes!” she squeaks.
“And is that going to be a problem for you?” he asks with a raised eyebrow.
Her head wags back and forth so fast it looks like it’s gonna come dislocated and roll off her neck. Then just when I’m starting to worry, it stops, and her lips part as she looks at us intently. The tip of her tongue darts out between them, and I can tell she has another question.
“Yessss?” I drawl. “Was there something you needed to say, babygirl? Or ask?”
She opens her mouth, and this time I’m sure we’ll hear what’s going on in that sexy little brain of hers. But instead she clamps her lips tight and swallows hard.
I frown, and feel Tripp tense up behind me. Marci points down the dirt road we’d taken, and we turn to see several cars making their way to where we are, no doubt full of hormone-crazed teenagers. Not that we’d been acting any better.
“We should get going.” Tripp leans forward and reaches for Marci’s hand.
She lets him take it but hesitates just a little.
“Let’s get out of here.”
Wordlessly, she nods and allows him to help her into the truck between us. We pull out just as the cars full of teenagers pull in and I can’t help but be relieved. A few minutes earlier and they would have gotten quite a show.
Tripp
Marci teases me the whole way to our campground and by the time we pull up she’s lucky I haven’t pulled off the side of the road somewhere and demanded she put her money where her mouth is.
With Levi I would have. But Marci is a lady, despite how she’s currently acting, and she’s a lady I’m still trying to impress.
We’re going to have sex tonight. I can feel it in my gut, and as much as I like to stick to convention, I can tell I’d have a fight on my hands from the both of them if I tried.
And I don’t want to try. I want to kiss her pink mouth and taste her sweet pussy. Getting to smack her ass was just a party favor that left me wanting more.
As soon as we park, I wrench open the door and hop out, then go around to the other side and help them down.
Marci holds on to Levi while I unlock the trailer.
I wait for them to enter first and once they’re inside I close my eyes and try to steal a moment with myself.
I’m trying to talk sense into my raging libido, but my cock is having none of it.
Rituals are rituals because they work, but does the money even matter if we get the girl?
“Hey Tripp!” Levi calls through the door. The sound is followed by a high-pitched squeal from Marci. “Are you coming?”
Am I coming? In my pants, if I’m not careful.
I go inside and as soon as the door closes behind me and I catch sight of the two of them rolling around together on the bed like they’ve known each other for years, I know I’ve made my choice. Rituals be damned.
Marci is ours. My cock hurts, it’s so hard and I can’t wear these tight jeans for another second. Taking off my hat and setting it on the dinette, I stare at them, then wordlessly strip, all while maintaining eye contact.
When I’m standing there in my boxer-briefs, Marci licks her lips. Pre-cum leaks from my tip and I groan. Fuck it all. I chuck them off, then fist my straining cock.
Marci and Levi are both staring at me hungrily.
“Get over here.” I’m talking to Levi but I don’t specify and they both come.
Levi kisses me softly and Marci drops to her knees in front of me, taking me in her mouth.
Hot. Damn.
I brace myself with one hand on the table and kiss Levi harder. I don’t want him to feel left out. I clap one hand on his asscheek and squeeze just as Marci takes me deeper, running her tongue up and down my shaft. I lace my free hand through her hair, and she squeezes my balls.
I pull away panting. What. The. Fuck? How am I this close to orgasm after only a few minutes?
Marci blinks up at me, eyes wide. “Did I do something wrong… Sir?”
Oh god. It sounds as good on her lips as I’d imagined it would.
“No,” I croak. “I just… Can we move this to the bedroom?” It’s steps away, more like a partitioned-off bed than an actual bedroom, but that doesn’t matter. “And you guys need to get naked. We’re not exactly on a level playing field here.”
“You’re the one that just walked in and started stripping,” Levi teases, but stops short when I smack his ass hard.
Marci looks on with interest, then runs for the bed and chucks off her clothes as soon as she gets there. She stops when she gets to her bra and panties, looking embarrassed. I note that they are sensible but not unsexy.
I catch her eyes and hold her gaze, biting my lip. “You still have clothes on, babygirl. You need to be naked for this to be fair.”
“Oh…I …” She was about to say something unkind about herself, I could tell, but she stops, and rubs her ass instead. Good.
“Is there a problem?”
“I… I’m nervous. I’m… older than you guys and it’s been a long time.”
“I like what I see so far. And I’m going to be real honest. I’m not going to be inspecting your body to see how you measure up. I’m much more concerned with getting to taste your pretty pink pussy. Can’t do that if you have panties on.”
Her cheeks turn full red, her eyes wide. Her mouth drops open in a little o and I wonder how long it’s been since she’d had her pussy eaten.
Too long apparently.
“You want to…?” She trails off.
I should have reassured her, but I’m getting tired of talking.
I just want to do. Specifically, her. So I climb up on the bed on my knees and move toward her until our bodies are almost touching.
Then I reach for her bra straps and slowly push them off her shoulders while Levi gets behind her and undoes the back clasp.
We strip it off, letting the cups fall forward into my hands.
She blushes furiously and I can see her fighting not to cover herself.
I whistle low. Her breasts are magnificent.
As perky as any twenty-something’s, but with softer skin that had lost some of the elasticity of its youth.
Pinkish-purple nipples sit erect in the middle of perfectly shaped areolas.
I immediately dip my head to take one pert nipple in my mouth, rubbing the other between my fingers as I lick, tease and suck.
“Oh!” Marci gasps and I feel Levi’s hand reach underneath her, coming up between her legs, his fingers deftly teasing her hardened bud.
“Oh god!” She giggles, and claps a hand over her mouth as if outwardly showing her pleasure and sounding girlish is somehow wrong.
If my mouth wasn’t happily otherwise occupied, I’d have frowned and wondered who ever made her feel bad about feeling good.
Pulling off her nipple, I kiss her mouth before switching my attention to her other breast, and repeating my ministrations until she’s writhing between us.
Finally, I let go, pulling my mouth away from her breast to kiss her once more.
When I’m done, I take her face in my hands, and force her to look at me.
She does, averting her eyes every few seconds and blushing furiously.
“You are stunning. Don’t ever doubt it. You are more than enough for us.
You are everything we want and if I hear another hint otherwise, I’ll have to stop what I’m doing to turn you over my knee and redden your pretty bottom.
I don’t think that’s what you want, is it? ”
Her throat convulses as she swallows hard, meeting my gaze. Her tongue darts out to wet her lips. “N-No, Sir.”
“Good girl.” With my hand at the nape of her neck, I gather a handful of luscious locks between my fingers and tug. “I still want to hear you call me Daddy. But I can wait a little while longer, beautiful.”
She looks down, then sweeps her gaze back up to meet mine. “It still feels weird. I’ve never called anyone that before… and you’re still…”
“Don’t say it,” I growl.
Younger than me.
I see the forbidden phrase unspoken all over her face, but thankfully that’s where it stayed. Still.
“Lay down on the bed,” I murmur, releasing her hair so she can do exactly that while I beckon for Levi to come beside me.
When she’s spread-eagle on the bed, with her hair fanned out against the pillows, I position myself between her legs and motion for Levi to do the same. Then from a cabinet above the bed, I grab a small bundle—nylon rope.
“What are you doing?” Marci squeaks, looking down at us.
“Didn’t we promise to show you the ropes?” I tease with a wink.
“I mean… uh… yes, but that’s not necessary, really!”
I pause long enough to quirk one eyebrow at her. “Your safeword is red. You can use it anytime you need to, for whatever reason. Understand?”
Her eyes get even wider than I thought was possible. “I understand, I do. But… do you really need to tie me up?”
She hasn’t used a safeword so I gather her hands above her head and start looping the rope around them, forming intricate knots up her wrists.
“We are going to worship your body, beautiful. Until you have no doubt that you are exactly what we wanted. And you are going to be still, and let it happen, and hopefully, even enjoy it.”
“What?” Marci gasps, lifting her torso off the bed as she leans forward. “No! You don’t have to do that. I get it, I do, I promise.”
Levi stifles a chuckle and I wiggle my eyebrows, giving her a devilish grin. “We don’t have to do anything,” I confirm. “We want to. Now lie still and let it happen.”
I toss the rope to Levi and he ties her legs until they are spread-eagle, and does some fancy lacing up her torso just because he can. I sit back on my heels, just to admire the pretty picture she makes and look forward to a time we can really show off our roping skills.
Her soft gasp echoes around the small space, but she relaxes as much as she can, still apprehensive, her fists clutched above her head. I ignore it, and let her have that. She’ll unclench them soon. I’m making it my goal.