Ecstasy Times Two Plus Three [The Dakota Dynasty 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (6 page)

But Nick isn’t just another man. For a man coming from the big city of Dallas, he’s got a cowboy soul to him.

He’d never seen Lydia look more beautiful, more appealing, more sexy than she did at that moment, with her lips wrapped around the shaft of Nick’s cock. For the trip home, she had chosen a simple but elegant navy-blue skirt suit with a white blouse, with tan stockings and open-toed pumps with four-inch heels. She’d pinned her hair up and back in a loose version of a French twist, exposing her small, delicate ears with the two-karat diamond stud earrings.

As she sucked on Nick’s cock, Caleb leaned down and lightly stroked his palm over Lydia’s silken hair, then reached lower to squeeze her breast through blouse and bra. The soft moan he drew from Lydia sounded like music, and Caleb’s cock got a little harder in response. She directed her charms back toward him again, tickling the slit at the tip of his crown with such skill that a shiver rippled through his body.

She’s young, but at thirty-five she thinks she’s old. My God she’s got magnificent tits. I’d give a month’s salary just to watch my cock slide between those tits.

* * * *

Nick watched as the head of Caleb’s cock disappeared into Lydia’s mouth, and he felt the tingling in his balls get just a little stronger. He usually had incredible orgasmic discipline, but Lydia’s beauty and sensuality had stripped him of his ability to be cavalier.

The memory of watching Caleb throw himself at Lydia as he fucked her against the soda machine slithered snakelike over the surface of his mind. He remembered thinking that he should tell Caleb to be a little less forceful with the short, voluptuous woman, but hadn’t he fucked her just as hard only seconds earlier? Lydia seemed to be able to take the harsh loving. In fact, she seemed to relish in it, taking glory in the fact that she had stripped two grown men, both known for their detachment when it came to matters of romance, of any semblance of sophistication.

She makes me feel I’m as inexperienced as a wet-behind-the-ears teenager.
He smiled at the thought, watching intently as the most beautiful woman in his life nodded to and fro, sucking another man’s cock with obvious relish.
If she got on her knees for anyone other than Caleb, it would cause the nastiest fistfight on my life. Seems natural, somehow, to be sharing such a fascinating woman with Caleb.

* * * *

Lydia’s nipples felt as hard as pebbles, rubbing lightly against the cups of her bra, her breasts wobbling tautly and heavily as she turned her fellatio expertise on Nick, then on Caleb, then back to Nick.

Suddenly aware that the stewardess was behind her and very near, Lydia’s heart seemed to seize in her chest, and she froze in place, her mouth filled with Nick’s cock. Had they been discovered?

“Do you want some help with that?” the stewardess whispered into her ear. “Either one is fine with me.”

Without taking Nick’s cock out of her mouth, Lydia shook her head and made a slight sound of negation in her throat.

“Are you sure? I won’t get him off for you, I’ll just get him close, then you can make him come.”

She’s hungry for my men, but I don’t need any help with them. Their lust is all mine. It’s directed at me and that’s the way I want it.

“It’s no trouble,” the stewardess continued. “I really don’t mind helping you out.”

Lydia released Nick’s cock from her oral embrace. Though she wasn’t at all certain she’d like the answer, she looked up at the men and asked, “Do either one of you want her to suck your cock?”

Both men shook their heads immediately, without the slightest bit of hesitation. Their instant action made Lydia more determined than ever to give them the most satisfying blow job they’d ever experienced.

To the stewardess, she said, “I’m sorry. I guess they’re all mine.”

“I thought you said you owed me a favor?” The stewardess shrugged her slender shoulders in acceptance. “You’re a lucky lady. Such good-looking men and with cocks to die for.”

Feeling the woman’s gaze on her, Lydia returned to sucking, aware that another woman was watching her with voyeuristic intent, and aware that she was envious of what Lydia had.

Lydia looked up at the men and whispered, “Come for me. Don’t hold back.”

She put the heads of their cocks close to each other, then simultaneously licked on both of them. It was a theatrical move, intended, somewhat maliciously though perhaps just mischievously, to torment the stewardess, at least just a little.

I wonder if they want to come on my face.
The thought sent a shiver through Lydia. She’d never let any man do that to her, though she’d seen it occasionally in a video clip on a naughty website on the Internet.
If they want to, I’ll let them. That’ll drive the stewardess out of her flippin’ mind.

“Do you want to come on my face?” The words were out of Lydia’s mouth before she could stop them. To hear them being spoken caused the breath to catch in her throat. “I’ll let you, if you want to.”

Once again, both men earned her absolute adoration by shaking their heads.

She resumed her activities then, though now with the calculated determination to make them climax quickly and powerfully. She drew a firmer suction on their excitable flesh, and as she stroked her fists over the slick shafts, she rotated them around the cocks while pumping back and forth.

Nick was the first to come. He uttered a single “uh!” and then hot cum splashed against the roof of Lydia’s mouth. The cum was salty and thick, and seemed to pump endlessly through the shaft and against her tongue. Lydia swallowed several times, shivering once because it wasn’t a taste she enjoyed, though she’d never tell Nick that.

As soon as Nick was satisfied and Lydia was certain that she’d drained him dry, she turned her full attention upon the cowboy. In less than a minute he, too, was flooding her mouth with his semen, his egg-shaped balls releasing their load only to be instantly swallowed.

“Somebody’s coming,” the stewardess whispered, the panic in her voice unmistakable.

The key executives of New Oslo International were sitting around the long, oval-shaped table of brightly polished oak. Though it was casual Friday, Nick wore an immaculate gray pinstriped suit from Brooks Brothers, and his Florsheims couldn’t have been more brightly polished. Caleb had on a denim shirt that had been washed so many times it was nearly white, and a pair of Levi’s worn often enough that the outline of his wallet was clearly visible, and a pair of cowboy boots, the leather of which was butter-soft with age.

Stop paying so frickin’ much attention to what they’re wearing and how gorgeous they are.

Lydia looked down at the sheets of paper resting on the table in front of her. Printed on them were the monthly profit and loss totals.

If only emotions could be boiled down to so many dollars and cents, of profits and losses. What did I profit by getting involved with them in Mumbai? I had the greatest experience of my life, and the fantastic sex was only a part of it. And what were my losses for the experience? I feel like I’ve been sucker punched in the stomach. I feel like there’s a hand squeezing my heart. I should have known better. I should have kept my distance.

“Lydia, nice work in Mumbai,” Dylan Amberson said from across the table, after an accountant had finished his program and left the room. “Seems like you really impressed them.”

Lydia raised her head and looked at her younger brother. She felt a little disoriented after thinking about how miserable she was without Nick and Caleb in her life, in her arms, in her body.

“Pardon?” Lydia said after a moment. “I missed that. I was thinking about these numbers.”

“I said you did great work in India. They seem really impressed with you.”

Lydia felt a warm flush go through her. True, she had impressed the Mumbai businessmen, but the emotions she generated in Caleb and Nick were rather more negative. Despite herself, her gaze flicked toward the end of the table where the two men were seated. She found herself looking first into Caleb’s eyes, then into Nick’s. With some difficulty, she dragged her gaze back to her brother.

“Thank you. That’s nice of you to say.”

What a lame thing to say to your own brother. Damn it, get your frickin’ act together!

“Well, it’s about lunchtime,” Dylan continued. “What about we all go to The Cattleman’s Paradise and have a good meal to celebrate? I’ll call in advance so they’re not surprised by a table of eight.”

The breath caught in Lydia’s throat. “No,” she said, a bit too quickly and more forcefully than she had intended. In a softer tone, she added, “I mean, I’ll have to eat at my desk.”

“You work too much, big sister,” Dylan said, his grin infectiously cheerful. “Let your little brother buy you a big, juicy steak and a nice glass of wine to go with it.”

Lydia had always been a softy when it came to her siblings. She felt herself grinning, then combed her fingers through her head as she shook her head.

She said, “You always get your way, don’t you?”

“Most of the time, but not always.”

“Fine. Let’s all go have some lunch, but the steak you buy me has to be petite cut, not one of those gigantic slabs of beef you like.” She patted her hip. “I’m thirty-five now. I can’t eat like I did as a teenager or I’ll gain a ton.”

“You make thirty-five sound ancient,” Nick said from across the room as everyone rose from their chairs. “You shouldn’t. You’re still a young woman.”

Unsure of what she could say in reply, and feeling an embarrassed blush rising in her cheeks, Lydia turned toward the door, fighting to find the composure she’d need to be nonchalant while Nick and Caleb were so near.

* * * *

Nick couldn’t take his eyes off Lydia’s backside as she walked from the SUV toward the front entrance of The Cattleman’s Paradise Bar and Grill. Her body, he had decided somewhere during the flight back from India, was angelic, nothing less than heavenly. Perfection. Spectacular breasts so full and round, a narrow waist, and nicely rounded hips. And with her ebony black hair styled as it was now, parted slightly off-center and allowed to flow freely over her shoulders, she had an airy, more casual appearance than usual. Like himself, she never partook of “casual Fridays,” so instead of the usual jeans and a light blouse that so many women in the office donned, she wore a red skirt suit with a navy-blue silk blouse, and matching pumps.

She’s wearing silk thigh-highs under that skirt, and her panties and bra will be a matching set that’s lovely to the eyes.

Evocative memories of putting his hands beneath her skirt and blouse came flooding back to him in a series of visualizations that made his stride falter momentarily. He quickly righted himself, then cursed the fact that, where Lydia was concerned, he was mooning and swooning like an adolescent.

I’d pay a serious fortune to have her in front of me, standing naked as the day she was born. For all the hot, sexy things we’ve done to each other, I’ve never seen her naked.

It wasn’t a pleasant thought, though, because she had made it quite clear that such an occurrence would never happen. Not ever. Business and pleasure should never mix because whenever they did, chaos and agony ensued. She’d made it quite clear that those were her opinions on the topic, and they weren’t going to change. And if there was anything that Nick knew about Lydia, it was that she was opinionated, willful, and about as stubborn as any woman he’d ever met in his life.

She glanced over her shoulder at the men following her, and Nick involuntarily clenched his right hand into a fist because, with her raven black hair swirling around her face, he knew in his heart of hearts that he’d never seen a more beautiful woman in his life.

She’s thirty-five and she thinks she’s fucking ancient. I’m in my forties, and so is Caleb. Somehow, someway, I’ve got to convince her that we’re the right men for her, that we’re not too old for her, and that there can be adventure in her life without her suffering for it. She needs adventure. I’ve just got to figure out what it should be.

Nick smiled bitterly at the thought. Why is it, he wondered, that the most stunningly attractive women are always insecure with their looks and age, and those who really should pay a little closer attention to both their age and their looks, were dead-certain confident of their appearance?

The feel of her voluptuous breasts pressing against his chest as he fucked her, with an animal-intensity he’d never before experienced, against the soda machine in Mumbai, filled his consciousness, and once again there was a hitch in his stride.

“Easy, Nick,” Caleb said out of the side of his mouth, keeping his voice very low. “I know she’s a hell of a distraction, but we’ve got to keep up appearances.”

“We’ve got to talk privately,” Nick replied in a whisper. “We’ve got to figure something out.”

* * * *

Caleb stepped into The Cattleman’s Paradise, and paused a moment to let his eyes adjust to the difference in light intensity. He was glad he stopped because Lydia, at that moment, had also stopped. But then, temporarily blinded by going from the bright North Dakota sunlight to the darkened interior of a sports bar and grill, she took another step backward and bumped into his chest.

In a blinding instant, the question
What would it feel like to have my chest against her back in bed while we’re fucking?
came to mind. It was followed instantly by
Does she like getting fucked in the ass?

Neither one of these questions were suitable for Caleb’s peace of mind, since his cock immediately paid attention to them and started twitching and growing inside his Levi’s.

Nick’s so wrapped in knots because of her he’s stumbling around like a drunken man, and I’m getting a hard-on just from a silly, errant thought. The fucking woman’s driving me out of my fucking mind.