Chapter 14
The guys come in carrying several grocery bags each, and they start putting items away before I can see them.
“We picked up stuff to grill tonight and tomorrow, including your veggies. Some of this is for the freezer. And we picked up a special dessert for tonight.” Tray informs me, turning around with a New York style cheesecake and a can of Reddi Whip.
“Later, kid. Food first, then dessert.” Dalton reminds him.
“So, Sahara is feeling better. She says to tell you, ‘thanks to the best bestie in the world’ and she ‘loves you bunches’ for giving Gunner instructions. They will be here on Thursday. They will stay the night, and us guys will go back to the rent house on Friday night. Then Saturday is the big day.”
“Are you up for another round before we start the grill?” Dalton asks with a grin and Tray wiggles his eyebrows at me.
I laugh but hold out a hand to stop them. “You know I am always ready for another round of fun, but I have a client coming to pick something up. Fun time will have to wait until tonight.”
Dalton nods in understanding but Tray’s mouth is hanging open in disbelief.
“It’s time to get the grill started anyway.
Come on, kid” Dalton practically drags Tray out the back door.
Before the door closes, I hear Tray say, “Wait! What? What type of client does she have? I heard rumors but is she really a …”
I laugh as I shake my head. I know how that conversation is going to go. I go ahead and cut up the veggies and season the steaks so it is all ready to go when the grill is ready. I have just finished washing my hands when Mary knocks on the front door.
I let her inside and grab the tea for her. Mary is a talker, and we are standing in the living room as she is telling me about her friend from out of state visiting and falling in love with the tea blend.
Dalton knocks on the back door as he and Tray come back inside for the food. I introduce them to Mary as ‘my husband’ and ‘our friend’, even though our wedding is still a couple days away.
The guys say polite hellos then excuse themselves to get the food cooking.
Mary watches them walk back out with a soft ‘oh my my’, then she turns and pats me on the arm.
“My dear, you are a lucky young lady. I was once young and wild as well. Let me know when the other tea is ready. Enjoy your weekend.”
I am sure my face is probably 50 shades of red as she is walking out the door. But I sure do plan on enjoying my weekend … and the rest of the week leading up to Thursday.
After we eat dinner, including the cheesecake for dessert, Dalton disappears into the bedroom, closing the door behind him. A few minutes later, he yells out at me, “Oh Princess! You need to get your ass in here.”
I look over at Tray, but he just gives me a sexy half smile and shrugs his shoulders. I open the bedroom door to find Dalton naked, sitting on the edge of the bed. And what looks like a large round plastic table covering over the middle of the bed. “What is that?”
He pats the middle of the circle, “don’t worry about it. Let’s just say it is for easy clean-up purposes. Don’t want to get the bed all messy. Clothes off. And you are the monkey in the middle.”
I am curious about what he has planned, so I do as he says. I am crawling up the bed on my hands and knees, naked booty in the air, when I hear a groan from the doorway.
I look over my shoulder to see Tray standing there. The can of Reddi Whip in one hand, a bottle of strawberry syrup in the other hand, and a massive tent in the front of his pants.
“Oh no! I haven’t played with food stuff before but that is going to be cold and sticky.” My protest just makes the guys chuckle … in a deeply sexy but slightly disturbing way.
“Stay right like that, Princess.” Tray growls as he hands the items over to Dalton, quickly removing his clothes. I am still on my hands and knees, looking over my shoulder at the guys.
“Face forward and close your eyes.” Dalton orders. A moment later I feel something cold being poured at the top of my crack. I squeeze my legs together at the feeling of the cold running down between my lady bits.
Next I feel a warm tongue tracing the line of sticky syrup from my clit all the way up to the dimple at the back of my crack, making me moan and squirm. Then the tongue is licking around and pushing into my back hole.
I look over my shoulder and meet Tray’s eyes over my butt. “Oh hell!” I whimper and Dalton pours a little more syrup down my crack. “Holy fuck! He is eating my ass!” I cry out at the sensations.
I can feel my pussy getting wetter the longer Tray plays at my back door. It is so dirty and so wrong … but fuck it feels amazing.
I don’t know how long I stayed in that position. Eventually, my arms and legs are shaking too bad and I have to lay down. They have me lay on my back, taking turns on who is between my legs and who is at my breasts.
We go through the entire can of Reddi Whip and most of the bottle of strawberry syrup before Dalton finally sticks his rock hard cock into my soaked pussy.
By the time they are done playing for the night, they have to carry me to the shower.
My whole body is like a bowl of Jello, shaking and unstable.
And that way just round one …