With Cherry on Top [Loving in Silver 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage and More) (14 page)

Without any hesitation Cherry dipped her head and began kissing her way up along those soft thighs, inhaling Gracie’s scent. The woman’s arousal was unmistakable. Pressing kisses to the silky flesh, she moved closer to her goal, which was a pussy so swollen and wet it looked like a ripe peach.

Her first taste of the other woman was so pleasurable a tremor ran its way through her body. As she kneeled there, beginning to fulfill her promise to Gracie to suck all the juices from her pussy, Cherry felt Mick kneel between her legs. She spread them wide, lowering her shoulders, as he began rimming her asshole with the tip of his finger. Her tight muscles quivered, puckering even more, until she forced herself to relax.

As she pressed out Mick pushed his finger past the ring of muscle, working them, sliding his finger in and out until she was eager for a second finger. It joined the first within moments. They sawed in and out of her body, then he began to scissor them as he stretched her enough so a third could be inserted.

By the time Mick was pushing his cock into her asshole, Cherry was more than ready. Like Peaches, she loved anal play. Like her men, it had been far too long since she had experienced any kind of sex which wasn’t a form of self-pleasure.

Sucking on one of the swollen petals of Gracie’s delicate little sex, Cherry loved her thoroughly with her mouth as Mick began fucking her hard and fast from behind. She nibbled and licked it, stroking it with the flat of her tongue, before she began loving its twin. The flesh was sleek between her lips. The tang of the juices covering them was pleasant.

There was simply nothing to not like about what she was doing. Pointing her tongue she darted it into the other woman’s throbbing vagina, teasing it, lapping up the cream, loving it until Gracie was expressing herself quite loudly with her moans and mewling cries of pleasure. Sliding her tongue up the crease of Gracie’s pussy, she found the woman’s clit and sucked it hard between her lips.

That’s all it took. Gracie went off like a rocket once again, her body arching off the bed, her pussy bucking against Cherry’s mouth.

As the exhausted Gracie collapsed against Jake, Cherry pushed herself up onto all fours. She pushed herself back on Mick’s cock, matching him thrust for thrust. When he slid a large hand between her thighs she knew that her own time had come. Pleasure spiraled out from her womb, winding its way through her vagina, leaving it pulsing violently, before it quivered along her limbs. He pinched her clit, sending her over the edge, driving his cock into her ass over and over as he found his own release. Waves of pleasure rolled over them both, crashing, pounding, completely relentless in intensity until they lay wasted as it retreated.

Hot, sweaty monkey sex was the best, she thought with a grin. Mick kept his weight off her as they collapsed together. Firm lips kissed her back and shoulders, moving up to her neck as she tried to catch her breath.

Hours later Cherry opened her eyes. As she tried to move she bit back a moan. It was still early. Even by rancher standards. There probably weren’t even any roosters awake anywhere in the state. But she was awake and she was stiff and aching.

With the tiny bit of light filtering in through the windows with the predawn Cherry could see it was Mick stretched out beside her. Good, he was the one she wanted. He was also on the edge of the bed.

Wincing, she moved a hand out to touch him. Mick came awake instantly, pushing up on his elbow. Cherry touched her finger to her lips, and then pointed to the bathroom. Nodding, he moved gently out of the bed, and then reached for her. Relieved that he understood, she relaxed in his arms as he carried her into the bathroom.

Damn but she hurt everywhere! That’s what you get for being a sex-starved fiend, Cherry told herself. Mick left her alone in the bathroom for a few minutes. When she opened the door back up he came in, walking to the large whirlpool tub across the room and turning the water on.

“You’re going to soak, darling,” Mick told her firmly, eyeing her critically where she leaned weakly against the sink counter. “For at least half an hour to get some of those aches out. Some hot water and Epson salts should help.” Mick went to the cupboard and pushed through the contents until he found the staple for hard-working people. He poured in a generous amount under the splashing water, and then put it away. Then he moved closer to her, reaching up to push her sleep-mussed hair away from her face. “You’re beautiful in the morning. I could just do nothing but look at you all day,” he said huskily.

Cherry chuckled. “Well, that sounds nice, but I don’t think you’d get much work done during the day.”

Very broad shoulders lifted carelessly. “It would be worth it. Besides, being the oldest, I’d just make my baby brothers do my work for me.”

“Ah, a definite perk to being the oldest. I can’t say I ever experienced that, being a middle brat of the Malloy clan.” She looked toward the tub. It seemed like it was a mile away. She wasn’t so much in pain, though there was some. She was just stiff as hell. Mick moved then, scooping her up gently in his strong arms. “Ooohhh, I love your muscles,” she cooed, rubbing a hand over a bulging group of them where his shoulder and arm connected. His skin felt like warm silk.

Mick growled. “I’ll give you a muscle to rub.”

A laugh escaped Cherry as she was eased into the hot water. It felt like heaven. “Anything for you, baby,” she told him, winking, now almost eye level with the “muscle” he was talking about.

Noticing where her attention lay, Mick bent to kiss her hard on the mouth. “Later, baby. I want you to do nothing more than relax all day. If you’re better tonight, I’ll let you suck my cock.”

“Gee, thanks. That’s very motivating. I’ll work hard on doing nothing today.”

Mick tapped the end of her nose with a finger. “You better. Or I’ll spank that beautiful ass of yours.”

Cherry laughed as she eased back in the water. She looked up at him. He was so fucking handsome, so mouthwateringly sexy. “Now there’s motivation for doing everything I can to get it.”

Being with Mick was easy. It was the same with the other three men. There had been more than a little trepidation on her part, fearing that they would no longer have a connection after their very long and painful separation. By rights, she shouldn’t have expected anything. They should have given up on her a long time ago, moving on to pursue their happiness.

But they hadn’t. They had believed she was what they needed in their future to make it livable.

Jake burst in just then, nearly giving her a heart attack. Cherry managed the impulse to panic, forcing herself to relax and breathe through it.

“What the fuck is your problem? Gotta pee?” Mick demanded angrily. “You could have gone to any one of the other seven bathrooms in the house.”

“No,” Jake said, rushing to the cupboard. “She needs bubbles.” He unscrewed the cap off a bottle. Before anyone could stop him, he dumped what seemed to be about half of it beneath the water pounding into the tub from the faucet. They did have great water pressure. “Have fun!” he crowed before making his escape.

“Fuck!” Even as Mick lunged to turn the water off, the bubbles were rising and multiplying at an alarming rate toward the rim of the tub. “Damned asshole. I should give him to Logan for a week or two.”

Cherry was nearly hysterical as she began laughing, pushing aside bubbles, trying to get them away from her face as they slid up her chest and around her neck and shoulders. They were sliding over the edge of the tub, onto the tiled floor, which really pissed Mick off as he grabbed towels, trying to stop their advance.

“I’m going to kill that jerk. One less brother won’t make any difference.”

That sent Cherry off again just as she had been getting her uncontrollable laughter back under control. As she tried to fight her way out of the bubbles she grabbed her middle, her butt sliding down along the now-slick bottom of the tub. She went under like the Titanic, floundering, before a strong hand latched onto her upper arm and pulled her up and out of the bubble trap.

“You’re a mess,” Mick growled, but there was laughter in his dark-blue eyes.

He was pushing bubbles off her face, scraping them out of her hair. Cherry pouted up at him. “But you just told me you could look at me all day.”

“It’s true. But you’re still a mess.” His dark-blue gaze dropped to her breasts where her nipples were poking out through a layer of white foam. “A very, very tempting and beautiful mess I want to make love to all day long.” Turning her around, he moved her toward the huge shower stall. “It’s a shower for you now, I guess.” After turning on the water and checking the temperature, he made her sit on the bench. “Stay there until you aren’t stiff anymore. Or until I have this mess cleaned up, whichever comes first.”

“I’d like to make
you
come first,” she tempted naughtily, batting her wet, spiky lashes at him.

Mick growled, looking like he was going to give in, but shook his head and grinned down at her. “Nope. You need to get rested first. We have a whole lifetime to play now.” He stepped back and closed the door firmly.

As much as Cherry had wanted to kiss and lick Mick’s beautiful cock, sucking him down the back of her throat, the lack of action wasn’t a complete loss. Her consolation prize was that she got to watch a very naked cowboy cleaning up the bathroom. She imagined him wearing nothing but black leather chaps and his hat while he wiped up bubbles. Her pussy twitched with pleasure. Damned, but she loved her imagination!

Tanned skin, bulging muscles, rippling abs, and an ass to kill for were all on display for her personal viewing pleasure. Oh yeah, Cherry could do a bit of staring at him all day, too. Rubbing the steam off the glass, she admired him with a wistful sigh. Maybe if she got lucky he would use that hard cock on Gracie and she would get to watch.

Just as Mick picked up the last of the soaked towels the door opened and a timid Gracie stepped in. She looked around, her eyes widening as she saw the tub full of bubbles and the pile of wet towels. Then she saw that powerful erection thrusting up from Mick’s groin.

Mick didn’t waste any time. He opened the cupboard and took out a condom. It was on his long, thick cock in record time. Then he was picking Gracie up and plopping her naked butt on the granite countertop between the sink basins. She squealed as the cold stone made contact with her warm butt. Cherry’s hand slid between her thighs to find her already rigid clit. She stroked it as Mick pushed his way between slender thighs. Ankles locked behind him. Tiny white hands grasped his broad, sunbrowned shoulders as he thrust into Gracie’s pussy.

Between the erotic sight of the pair and the guttural sounds coming from the two passionate, uninhibited lovers, it didn’t take long for Cherry to come. Her moan of pleasure turned to laughter as she slid off the bench and onto the tiled shower floor.

The door opened and the water was turned off before she was righted by hands under her arms. Lifted, she found herself looking up at a scowling Mick.

“What the fuck, baby! Are you okay?”

“I’m fine. Just got lost in the moment, is all.”

“I’m going to have to wind some bubble wrap around you. You’re just determined to hurt yourself.”

Even as he scolded her Cody was coming into the bathroom, prepared for what was about to happen. Cherry peeked around Mick’s big body to see his brother pushing his thick cock into Gracie. In a matter of moments the joined lovers were thrusting and clenching, pulling and pushing, both vocal in their pleasure as they ground hard against one another.

When they came Cody moved away, leaving Gracie leaning back on her arms, panting. Her slender legs dangled over the edge of the counter. There was a smug, satisfied grin on her face. It widened as Collin came in. He, too, had prepared by putting on a condom. Gracie reached eagerly for him as he stepped up into position between her legs. Those slender ankles locked above his taut buttocks, pulling him in. They went wild.

Mick was now behind her as they watched together. His big, callused hands were fondling her breasts, stroking and molding them, pulling her nipples until she was moaning and grinding her ass back against his thighs.

When Collin finished, he kissed Gracie and left the bathroom on wobbly legs. The man had obviously been drained of his energy. The woman on the counter was waiting, peering toward the door. It wasn’t but a second before Jake was there and taking his turn with their lover.

A strong arm held her close as Mick bent enough so he could reach her pussy. He bit her shoulder, then her neck, as he slid two fingers into her aching flesh. His thumb stroked her clit as he pumped his fingers in and out of her. They were covered by the thick cream of her arousal. The trembling began. Cherry closed her eyes for a moment as she sought her own orgasm. It wasn’t as close as the first, but it was there. Mick searched skillfully for it with his fingers and thumb, his strong teeth stinging her neck. One bite to her earlobe was what sent her over the edge. Fire shot through her veins, scorching her limbs. Her body arched as her slick channel clenched around his fingers. He held her close, safely, against his powerful body until the fiery waves of ecstasy finally receded, leaving her limp and perfectly sated.

Dried, fluffed, and tucked in, Cherry found herself in bed a short time later. She glared at the men as they stood at the foot of it. They were all dressed and ready to work. But they insisted they, their women, had to stay in bed for at least three more hours. Gracie giggled and blushed. She was such a sweetheart. She cuddled close to Cherry, her head on her shoulder, a hand absently caressing her breast.