Sophie Oak: Small Town Siren

Abby felt Sam withdraw, but then something much, much larger than his finger or any of the plugs they had used before was there. The broad head of Sam’s dick was pushing forward, seeking entrance.

Abby whimpered slightly as Sam tried to work his cock in.

“It’s going to be fine,” Jack promised. Abby could see the strain on his face. He was holding back, waiting for Sam.

“She’s so fucking tight,” Sam gritted out. “Push back against me, baby.”

Abby didn’t think that was such a great idea, but she tried it anyway. Sam was thrusting in short bursts, taking territory and retreating, only to thrust and gain another inch.

“It burns.” Abby wasn’t sure she liked the sensation.

“It’ll get better,” Jack assured her. His green eyes were dark as Abby looked deeply into them. “I can feel him.”

“Can you?” Abby forgot about the pressure for a moment. Jack looked so pleased.

“Oh, yeah, baby. There’s nothing to separate us but this tiny bit of skin. I feel his cock sliding against mine. When he thrusts in, his balls rub against mine. I love this, Abby.”

Sam hissed, and Abby groaned. “I’m in,” Sam announced as he finally slid home. “Oh, she’s so fucking hot. She feels so good.”

“Are you all right, Abby?” Jack asked. His face was taut with self-control.

Abby nodded. She’d never felt so full. It was shocking and was tinged with an edge of pain. The burn was still there, but so was a full chorus of nerve endings she never knew she had. Those nerves were singing now, begging her to go further.

“Can I fuck this sweet ass, please?” Sam begged, his hands restlessly moving across her torso. “I’m going to die if I don’t move soon.”

Jack thrust up into her experimentally, and she felt Sam’s cock move in her ass. She shuddered at the feeling of the two men filling her up.

“She’s ready,” Jack said as he pulled back.

Sam pressed forward, and Abby just gave over. When Jack pushed, Sam pulled. When Sam attacked, Jack retreated. There wasn’t a single moment her body wasn’t invaded and plundered deliciously. Abby cried out as Sam hit some place deep inside she hadn’t known existed. Jack groaned, and his hips pistoned up, fighting for his place. Sam grunted behind her, pulling his big cock almost all the way out of her ass only to tunnel his way back in. Abby rode the wave of jittery pleasure that threatened to overwhelm her.

Never had she felt so wanted and loved. Caught in between the two men she loved more than life, Abby gave herself completely to the experience. When Jack’s hand reached between them and gently pinched down on her clitoris, Abby thought she might pass out. She bucked and screamed as everything inside her clenched and then released in a great rush of pleasure.

“Fuck,” Sam cried. His hands tightened on her hips. Abby felt him come deep in her ass.

Sam’s orgasm seemed to trigger Jack’s. Abby watched in wonder as his gorgeous face contorted, and he moaned when his semen flooded her womb.

Sam fell on top of Abby, forcing her farther into Jack’s arms. Abby found herself in between two adoring men. Jack’s hands soothingly rubbed up and down her sides as Sam pressed his mouth into the nape of her neck.

“Never again, Abby,” Sam said quietly. “Don’t ever think about leaving again.”

Abby managed to shake her head against Jack’s firm chest.

“She’s ours,” Jack vowed. “She won’t leave. She belongs to us now.”

Abby would have argued if she’d had any strength left. She would have argued with the now part. She had always belonged to them. It had just taken her a while to find them.

An hour later, Jack rubbed his hands along Abby’s recently bathed skin. She smelled delicious to him. She was laying face down on the massage table, her still slightly pink cheeks beautiful to his eyes.

“Does that feel good?” Jack asked.

“Mhmm,” seemed to be all Abby could manage.

Jack poured more of the fragrant massage oil into his hands and soothed it onto the perfect skin of her back. Jack liked this part almost as much as the sex. Caring for his lover after sex seemed so intimate. Though he hadn’t had many women he would truly call lovers, even the one-night stands or weekend women he’d been with, he tried to take care of. It was a million times better with Abby since he knew she was truly his. Jack enjoyed bathing her and carefully rubbing salve into her pink buttocks. He certainly liked the intimacy of easing the muscles that had worked so hard to bring him pleasure. Her skin was soft and warm under his hands. This was the calm, loving after-time he always lavished on a submissive.

Except for Sam, Jack thought wryly. He’d been willing to take care of Sam since he’d felt the lash earlier, but Sam, being Sam had fallen asleep and wasn’t having anyone interrupt that. He’d grunted and pulled a pillow over his head. Jack was all right with that. He’d enjoyed getting to quietly bathe Abby and hold her.

“You’re really good at this, Jack,” Abby groaned as he ran his thumbs under her shoulder blades.

“I’ve had practice,” he murmured. He loved the creamy perfection of her skin and how it contrasted with his own. Abby was a pale, gorgeous ivory, and he was a man who worked in the sun.

“At The Club?” Abby asked hesitantly.

Jack’s hands paused before moving up to her neck. “Where did you hear about The Club?”

“Sam mentioned it. Was it there that you found out you were a Dom?”

Jack sighed and made the decision. “If I tell you the story, I should warn you, I might not come out looking like your knight in shining armor.”

“I want to hear it,” Abby said quietly. “I want to know everything about you.”

“All right.” Jack continued to move his hands over her skin as he told his story. “I was involved with a woman shortly after I aged out of foster care. I was basically homeless, and Sam was three months from joining me. I had very little time to figure something out. I was responsible for him, you see. I met this woman, and she taught me what she liked. She liked to be dominated, and I enjoyed doing it. She was impressed with my control. Apparently, some men play at being a Dom when what they really want is to abuse a woman. The trust a submissive places in a Dom is a gift. It should be treasured. I was careful with her. She introduced me to a man named Julian Lodge. He owned an underground club in Dallas that catered to men and women in the lifestyle. It still does. I lived at The Club for several years. I made a living there.”

Abby’s head came up, and Jack waited for her judgment. He should have known better, because there was just a wicked little smile on her face. “Really? People paid you to spank them?”

There wasn’t a bit of condemnation in her big hazel eyes, and Jack began to relax. He would have hated Abby thinking less of him. “Yes, Abigail,” Jack said, returning her grin. “I worked for clients. I acted out scenes and scenarios with them. You have to understand that what I did mostly involved discipline. I got a lot of clients off, but I didn’t have sex with them, not the way you would think. I only had sex outside of work. I wanted to keep it separate.”

Abby frowned and looked a little like a disappointed kitten. “They don’t have sex at The Club? That kills a lot of fantasies, Jack.”

He leaned over and kissed her with a light joy lifting his heart. She was beyond perfect. “They have plenty of sex at The Club, baby. Not all Doms work the way I did. I just preferred to keep sex private and off the clock. It seemed too much like prostitution the other way.”

“What did Sam do while you spanked the regulars?”

“Sam tended bar,” Jack explained. Abby had turned over, and he walked down to the end of the bench and took one of her pretty little feet in his hands. He kissed the arch and started to work it over with his strong thumbs. He was satisfied by the happy purr that came out of his sweet sex kitten. “We worked there until we were ready to buy the ranch.”