Sophie Oak - Three to Ride

“You press back when I tell you to, Rachel. I’m going to fuck your little ass with this plug. It will get you ready for my dick.” Every word he said was a promise he made to her, to himself. Max might have had her first, but Rye was taking her virgin ass.

He pushed forward and watched her little anus clench trying to keep him out. He pushed in, gently rotating. “Press against it, baby.”

Rachel groaned as she pressed back against him. He slipped in past the tight ring of muscles.

“She’s ready for it, Max.” Rye’s voice was guttural to his own ears. “We can fuck her together tonight.”

He eased the plug out and then back in. Rachel’s body trembled. She whimpered sweetly around Max’s cock. It made Rye think all sorts of dark things. He shuddered at the thought of reaming her ass with his cock.

“I planned on it,” Max groaned.

Rye noted that Max was giving up on his previous “lay back and enjoy” state of mind. His jaw was tense, and his hips thrust up as he fucked into Rachel’s mouth. Rye knew his brother was going to blow soon. He remembered all too well how good it felt to bump the back of her throat as she swallowed him down. She was a tremendously giving lover.

Rye fucked her with the plug. His dick pulsed as he watched the pink plastic toy disappear into her hole. The puckered ring of muscles tightened and relaxed over and over as he worked her. She was tentative at first, but after a minute or two she was pushing her ass back on the plug. She was practically begging for it.

“You like this,” Rye heard himself saying. “You like having your ass fucked. How much better is it going to be when it’s my cock, Rach? Are you going to love it when my cock is up your ass and Max is fucking your pussy?”

She was moaning, shoving her ass against the plug. Rye couldn’t wait a minute longer. He pushed the plug in, fitting it tightly in her ass. He left it there. It was so pretty. His cock was going to explode if he didn’t fuck her soon.

Her thighs were covered in her arousal. She’d loved having her ass used. Before the night was over, she’d take way more than the little plug, but now Rye wanted to know what it was like to sink into her cunt.

“Spread your legs, gorgeous,” he ordered. He lined his dick up to her slit.

Rachel moaned as she tried to force her pussy onto his cock.

Rye smacked her pretty ass. Rye liked the way her skin pinkened. A gush of fresh cream coated him. “Don’t lose Max, or I’ll have to punish you, baby.”

“Yes,” Max said. He sounded a little desperate. “Don’t lose Max. Suck me, baby. I’m so close.” He drew her head back down. Rye soon heard the sweet sound of her slurping and sucking.

“Get Max to give you his cum, and I’ll ride you.” Rye ran his hands along her curves. He let his dick sink in just a touch to give her something to think about. It was so tempting to just shove his way in. Rachel was so wet, he would slide right in.

“Oh, Rachel,” Max moaned. His face flushed, and he gritted his teeth. His hands tightened around her hair, and his hips pumped. “Baby, that feels so good. Swallow me.”

Rachel sucked deeply, and Max’s face flushed and contorted as he filled their woman’s mouth with his cum.

When Max laid back, utterly spent, Rye went to work. He pulled Rachel back onto his cock. He pushed in all the way to his balls. Her slick pussy walls sucked at him, pulling him in and tightening all around him. The plug in her ass made her cunt ridiculously tight. He groaned at the exquisite feel of her pussy. He pulled out, guiding her with his hands. When he pulled back, he could see the pink plug peeking out from between the cheeks of her ass, and he lost it. He plunged in hard and fast. He couldn’t help it. He’d waited weeks for this. Hell, he’d waited all of his life to find her.

“Oh, Rye, please fuck me.” She was on her hands and knees thrusting back against him. He loved the way she moved and the sound of flesh slapping against flesh. He moved his hands from her hips to her breasts. They swayed in time to the rhythm of their fucking. He plucked at the nipples, pinching and twisting them just enough to let her feel it. “It feels so good. Fuck me hard, Rye.”

He smiled, because that was not the plea of a submissive woman. It was a woman demanding her pleasure, and he was a man who would give it to her. Rye liked to play games, but he wanted Rachel just the way she was. He wanted her fighting Max and telling him what to do and where to stick it when she got pissed. He needed her passion and strength. As he gave her what she wanted, Rye knew he would love her forever.

He pulled his hands back up to grip her thighs. He pounded her pussy, pulling and pushing her whichever way he wanted. She was his. The friction and the heat of her cunt were pushing him over the edge far too soon. Rye felt a little shiver at the base of his spine, and his balls drew up painfully. He groaned because there was no way he could hold off any longer. She was too tight and too wet. Her pussy sucked at his cock, milking him. Rye reached around and his hand slid through her juice. He found that little button that was sure to set Rachel off. He firmly pressed his finger against her clit as he ground his cock into her one last time. Rachel shuddered, and he felt her come. She said his name over and over. She spasmed around him, her little muscles clenching at him. He practically saw stars as he poured himself into her.

He was shaking as he slumped forward onto Rachel’s back. She fell into Max’s lap. Max immediately began stroking her hair. His brother told their woman how beautiful she was and how happy they were to have her. He was glad Max had the words to express how they felt because they failed Rye. Rye lay against her, breathing in her scent and listening to the sound of her thundering heart.

Rachel held on to Max as he carried her through the cabin, back toward the bedroom. Rachel knew what was waiting for her there. There was a king-sized bed with one-thousand-thread-count sheets and just about every sex toy known to man. She squirmed a little in Max’s arm trying to adjust to the toy Rye had shoved up her ass not ten minutes before. Every time she moved, the little plug sent mini-shocks through her entire lower body. When Lana had shown her the room earlier in the day, she’d wondered if Stefan Talbot had his own manufacturing company that specialized in the truly filthy. There were dildos, butt plugs, feathers, various things that vibrated, lubricants in assorted flavors, and the list went on and on. She didn’t even know what some of the things did. There was an odd bench that seemed too low to really aid in reaching high places. It almost looked like a mini picnic table. Rachel stared at it for a moment.

“What are the little hook things for, Max?” Rachel asked curiously. Her arms were draped around his broad shoulders, and she sounded slightly sleepy even to her own ears. She was strangely fascinated by the decadent space Stefan called his “playroom.” Rachel noted that Rye had one of the closet doors open and was looking for something. None of them was wearing a stitch of clothing. Rye’s muscled backside was completely bare, and that was how she liked it.

“That’s for the handcuffs or rope or whatever your master chooses to tie you down with,” Max replied with a salacious grin on his handsome face. He looked awfully naughty to Rachel.

“What?” Rachel looked at the little stool again. “Why would you want to handcuff me to a stool?”

“It’s called a whipping chair, and it’s all the better to spank you with, my dear.” There was a distinctly wolfish leer on Rye’s face. He held a leather riding crop in his hand. He tapped it against his palm as though testing it.

Rachel narrowed her eyes and gave him her stare. It was the one that let the Harper twins know that they could probably get her to do something, but they would pay for it later.

Rachel was satisfied when Rye took one look at her, gulped, and put the crop back in its storage place. “No crop for you, then. You would probably use it on me later.”

“You smack my ass with that or that paddle thing with the holes, and, yes, there will likely be retribution,” Rachel replied as Max set her on the bed. He tossed her down and followed quickly, rolling with her. His hands were everywhere, playing with her boobs, caressing her backside, and tickling the backs of her knees.

Rye closed the door, and turned back to them. He had something in his hands, but it looked like jewelry rather than a crop or a paddle. His lips were in a half smile as he stared down at them. Rachel gasped as Max caught a nipple between his teeth and bit down gently.

“What happened to my little submissive?” Rye asked wistfully.

Rachel frowned. She wasn’t very good at this. “I’m sorry, Rye. You’re right.” She managed to get up despite Max’s protests. She turned. She got onto her hands and knees, presenting her bottom to Rye. If he wanted to explore a little light spanking, then she could try. “If you want me to get onto the bench thingie, I will.”

Rye laughed, and his big hands caressed her ass lovingly. He pressed in on the plug, making her moan and writhe. Max repositioned himself, and his hands found her breasts. He plucked at the nipples while his mouth lightly nipped the back of her neck. Rachel sighed at the sensation. Her pussy was heating up again. She couldn’t believe how hot these men could get her.

“Show me your breasts, Rachel.” Rye’s deep voice stroked across her skin.

She came up on her knees and turned to Rye.

Max gave her a hot wink as she glanced at him. “Show him those tits, baby. They are so pretty.”