Our Chance – Kennedy L. Mitchell #6
After doing as he asked, I dared a glance over my shoulder, finding him fisting his cock and moving in lazy strokes as his hooded gaze was locked on my ass.
He ran a single finger down one cheek, then the other, swirling the tip around my tight hole.
I instantly tensed, unsure of what he had planned.
“Don’t worry, that’s not on the agenda for tonight.” I released the breath I held. “A lot of prep work will need to happen before we play there. Right now, I’m going to tease us both until we can’t take it anymore.”
Fingers wrapped tightly around my hips, no doubt leaving bruises, he shifted me back so my entrance hovered just over his cock and slowly lowered me until just the head pushed inside.
And then stopped. With a growl of frustration, I attempted to work myself lower, desperate to feel the stretch I knew would relieve the tension building deep in my core, but his firm grip held me in place.
Tossing my head back in exasperation, I cursed at the ceiling only to snap my face forward at the feel of both tight straps of my sports bra being worked over my shoulders and down my arms, exposing my breasts and peaked nipples.
With a hum of approval, Brandon palmed both breasts, kneading the small handfuls while pinching the stiff tips between his two fingers, pulling and twisting until I cried out at the bite of pain.
Gasping for air at the surge of desire mixed with the building frustration of not getting what I needed, I begged both men for more.
“I think she likes this.” Brandon chuckled, his heated gaze locked on where Carl and I were connected between my thighs. “I think I do, too,” he added under his breath. “Never thought seeing another guy’s dick teasing my girl to the point of tears would be enough to make me this fucking turned on.”
“We can see how much you like watching based on how thick your dick is in your shorts,” Carl said, voice tense. “Pull it out and let her see exactly what seeing my dick inside our girl is doing to you.”
“Fuck, you’re bossy,” Brandon grumbled as he tugged down his boxer briefs, freeing his cock. “You know that always won’t be the case, right? Me taking orders from you?”
“Oh, I’m very much aware of how the power dynamics will work between us three. And believe me, I am very much looking forward to doing everything that I am told. Sir.”
“Holy shit,” I moaned. My body squeezed around the inch of Carl’s dick that was nestled inside of me, making him curse. He thrust his hips up, slamming fully inside. I cried out, the sound rattling around the small shelter as pleasure vibrated through my system. “Yes, please,” I begged.
“Not yet,” Brandon ordered. “Pull out.” Carl cursed behind me, but obeyed Brandon’s command.
“Back up on your knees, baby girl.” My thigh muscles quivered, keeping me upright as I kneeled, legs spread wide, as he shifted closer.
When he paused right in front of me, our knees touching, I tipped my face up to his.
“Carl doesn’t get to have all the fun. It’s my turn. ”
Hands under my arms, he suspended me in the air and held me close, hovering my core directly over his dick.
“Help me inside her,” he directed over my shoulder to Carl.
His response was immediate. “Yes, sir.”
I knew the moment that he touched Brandon, doing as he was instructed, when a sharp, almost pain-filled hiss whistled through Brandon’s clenched teeth just as his thick head prodded at my entrance.
Ever so slowly, I stretched around him as he pushed inside a few inches, pausing there just like Carl had.
“No, no, no,” I pleaded. “Please, please let me have it all.”
“She’s begging for all of your dick. How good does that sound?” Carl said, his chest vibrating along my back as he sandwiched me between him and Brandon. “Just wait until she’s begging for both of ours at the same time. We’ll feel each other moving inside of her.”
It was his words, the building pressure, and the feel of their skin. It was all too much to keep from clenching around Brandon as a small orgasm rushed over me. I swallowed down a cry as my body shivered, and I tightened around what little of Brandon was seated inside me.
“Did she just come without us telling her she could?” Carl questioned as he pressed soft kisses along my spine.
“That she did,” Brandon hissed through clenched teeth. “Almost fucking took me with her at feeling her pussy squeeze my cock like that. By the way, you can let go of me now.”
“I think I like my hand wrapped around your cock and our girl sandwich between us. Though I suppose I could fist my dick and watch the show. What’s next for her punishment?”
“I’m done playing,” Brandon snapped and jerked me off of him, making me release a desperate cry at the sudden loss of him. “Time for my punishment, baby girl. And you better believe I will not be gentle.”
Hell, yes.
Hell, fucking yes.
brANDON
My dick had never been so hard in my whole fucking life.
The restraint needed to not slam her down over my lap and fuck her until she only knew life with my cock buried in her was near the snapping point.
But I couldn’t do that, not yet, at least. Carl had put that erotic image in my head of us both when he asked for her consent, and I needed to see that played out.
Fucking now.
Flipping Amy around and situating her on all fours, her plump ass arched high in the air, I palmed both firm cheeks, leaving red marks that I knew would turn into bruises by the morning. There was something really wrong with me that I loved the idea of my marks on her.
Unable to resist, I swiped a finger through her drenched pussy, soaking the digit before holding it out to Carl.
His hand that had made its way into Amy’s loose hair tightened, arching her face up as he straightened to lean forward, wrapping his lips around my coated finger.
My cock pulsed and twitched as he sucked hard, licking off every drop before nipping at the tip.
“Wait till I do that to your dick, sir,” he said with a wink. “Now, let’s see you punish our girl for endangering herself and not thinking about us when she came out here on her own.”
His words were like gas to my frustration.
With an almost feral growl, I gripped Amy’s hips and slammed inside of her without warning, going balls deep in one hard thrust. Her hands slipped and her knees slid with the force, but my tight hold and Carl’s helped keep her in position.
Instead of pulling out and pushing back into her, I stayed fully seated, only shifting to get the perfect angle to slap her ass hard.
Amy screamed, the sound mixing with the second slap that connected with her already pink skin.
“You’re done taking risks,” I growled, spanking her other cheek with just as much force. “You’re done putting yourself in danger. Say it.”
“Fuck you!” she yelled as tears dripped down her cheeks.
“I’m an independent woman who can do what she wants.
” I pulled out of her and sat back on my heels to fist my drenched dick.
“Brandon?” I didn’t say a word as she squirmed, unable to look back at me because of Carl’s hold on her hair.
“Fuck, fine!” she yelled. “Just please, please fuck me. Fucking fuck me now.”
“Say it,” I demanded. “Say you won’t put yourself in unnecessary danger again.” With an adorable little growl, she repeated the words. “Such a good girl,” I praised while stroking a gentle pet down her ass cheek. “You ready for me?”
“Yes,” she pleaded.
“Ready to let Carl fuck that sassy-ass mouth of yours while I destroy this perfect pussy?”
“Yes.” Both she and Carl groaned, making me smirk.
“Let’s push into her at the same time,” I murmured as I positioned myself between her sweet thighs, my head brushing between her slick lips.
My hold on her hips tightened as Carl tipped Amy’s face up, her open, inviting mouth ready to take all that he was willing to give.
His lids fluttered closed, and his features pinched as he worked his long cock between her parted lips, a satisfied moan rumbling from his chest.
Every inch of his cock disappeared between her lips as I pushed inside her tight pussy, her walls stretching and tightening around me. In and out, Carl and I matched each other’s movements. Our harsh breaths filled the air, mixed with the wet sound of her cunt and mouth as we fucked her slowly.
“I don’t think I can last much longer,” Carl snapped as his thrusts turned more demanding. Amy gagged, making her pussy tighten around my cock. I grunted as a familiar bolt of need raced down my spine, making my balls tighten.
“Same,” I grunted as I slammed into her hard, my thighs slapping against her ass.
“Fucking finally,” Carl grumbled as he fucked her mouth, matching my intensity.
Gritting my teeth, I held off until her walls constricted around me, almost keeping me locked in place as her body shuttered, and a muffled scream escaped around Carl’s dick.
Giving in to the need for release, I slammed into her one last time, my balls slapping between us as a mind-blowing, soul-shaking orgasm burst through me.
Carl’s grunted curse followed my own.
Gasping for air, I pulled Amy’s limp body against me, her head lulling against my shoulder as Carl collapsed on top of the blankets, chest heaving and eyes closed.
Placing a gentle kiss to her temple, I maneuvered us, keeping my cock buried deep inside her, down onto the floor, facing the glowing fire.
My lids fluttered closed as my racing heart slowed, and utter peace settled over me.
This was so fucking right, the three of us together. But it wouldn’t be easy, and it still left us working for the shit company that we all hated, but stayed at only for each other.
“We need a plan,” I murmured into Amy’s hair. “To get away from this place and find somewhere that actually cares about its employees’ safety, not just money.”
“And where are we going to find that?” Carl said as he sat up. “I’ve worked for a few different places before, and they’re all the same. Maybe not as bad as this one, but pretty close.”
I glanced between the two and knew there wasn’t any company, anyone else out there, that I’d entrust their safety with. Which left me with the idea that I’d spun around in my mind over the last few months.
“I’m not sure, but we’ll figure something out.” Soft snores had me smiling down at Amy, who had fallen asleep in my arms. “I’ll make sure we’re all safe, together, and doing what we love.”
A few hours later, I was still lying awake, too much to think through to fall asleep.
The fire crackled in the stove. The light from the dancing flames flickered along her peaceful face, lips parted in a deep sleep.
Next to her, Carl curled against her side, his muscular arm draped over her stomach as if he were afraid he’d wake up and all this was a dream.
It wasn’t.
This, tonight, what happened between us three was real. Something that had been building for a while now felt so right that I couldn’t imagine our relationship any other way. Now I just had to protect them and figure out how to make this our future in a safe place for us to live and love freely.
Lying beside Amy, I sealed my chest to her back, gripping her hip to fit her slight frame tighter against my own. Soon, the exhaustion of the last few days had my lids drooping as sleep slowly crept in.
My last thought before falling asleep was visions of a perfect life, one that fit our lifestyle and love for adventure and the outdoors. A smile tugged at my lips at the picture-perfect future I knew I could make for us.
A fresh start.
Our own company.
And I knew just where to suggest we begin this new life.
Despite the thick, gray clouds overhead that threatened to dump rain on us any second, I couldn’t stop my wide grin as I stood out in the middle of fucking nowhere.
Land, acres and acres, that were now ours.
Mine.
Amy’s.
Carl’s.
A tiny hand slid into mine, interlacing our fingers. I smiled down at Amy, who was staring out over the open landscape.
“So, this is it?”
I nodded. “Where we’ll build our future.”
“Without all those assholes judging us and making our lives hell,” Carl grumbled on her other side. I huffed in agreement. “So, what? We’ll just start this new company and let anyone who comes to work for us know about our lifestyle?”
“And if they don’t approve or like it, then can go find somewhere else to work.
There are a lot of adventure and rescue companies here in Alaska.
Not here in Anchor Bay, but other places they can go to work if they want.
” Amy spoke with such conviction, and it made me pissed that she’d endured the brunt of the comments and accusations because of our poly lifestyle. “We’re going to do this right.”
“I’m thinking of putting the cottages along here.” I pointed to the east. “A main meeting space over there.”
“We’ll need a general store of sorts just for our community. It would be a nice touch for our employees to not have to drive into town for everything.”
“Exactly,” Amy exclaimed, shoving at Carl’s shoulder in agreement. “And a greenhouse, so I can grow our own vegetables. I want this to feel like a home for our employees, too. A family even.”
I turned to stare down at the most amazing woman in the world.
“Uplift Adventure and Rescue, not only a place to work, but a family,” I murmured to myself as a sense of rightness settled in my chest.
“A place where everyone is welcome,” Amy added. “A community, our own little village, where we can work and play.”
“I like it,” Carl stated, voice shaky with emotion. “When do we start, boss man?”
“Today,” I stated with conviction. “We start building our future today.”
Thank you for reading the short introduction story to Kennedy’s MFM, small town suspense series, Anchor Bay.