My Two Doms (9 page)

Haley took a towel off the stack next to the tub and stepped out of the water. She dried off and dropped the towel on the floor as she crossed to the bed. She threw back the cover and top sheet—Jason had had no use for it the night before—and climbed into the bed. She turned onto her side away from the tub, not wanting to further explore her own shortcomings or selfishness. She hoped the guys would get the message. For now, at least, she was done with all this.

“Haley.” Gregory’s voice held enough of the dom in it that she had to look over at him. He stood and left the tub, grabbing his own towel and quickly drying. She admired his well-toned body: his flat stomach, his heavy, thick cock, and the swell of his calves.

Behind him, Jason rose, dripping, out of the tub as well, and she loved his lean physique, his pale skin, his slender, long cock. When he reached the bed, he stripped the linens off the end where Haley had shoved them, adding to the pile of clothes and towels already on the floor.

Haley could tell the two men had plans for her.

“Going after what you want is not necessarily selfish,” Jason said, standing at the foot of the bed, his gaze burning into her.

“Particularly if it makes someone else happy,” Gregory added, and he climbed onto the bed and wrapped Haley up in his big arms. She felt safe and distracted for a moment, and then Jason joined them. All three tangled together in a tight embrace, arms and legs intertwined. Haley couldn’t remember when she had felt so protected, like nothing could hurt her.

“We’re not really good at this,” Jason said, his breath hot against her ear.

“But we each want to make you happy,” Gregory told her.

“Can we all work together for that?” Haley asked. “I mean, Gregory’s always going to be an oil man, and you will always want to hate him for it, Jason.” She didn’t think this relationship was possible. She had seen how mad Jason got, and she knew Gregory wouldn’t take his moods lightly like she could. In that—and so many other things, more each passing hour, it seemed—the two men were incompatible. Surely a ménage relationship…

“We had a talk,” Jason told her, “while we were carrying you back from the boardwalk.”

“I may be strong,” Gregory said, “but I couldn’t have pulled you up out of the water fast enough on my own.”

“I definitely couldn’t have done it by myself,” Jason admitted. “It made us realize that maybe there are other parts of your life where you will need both of us.”

“But how can you both just change like that for a relation—” Haley stopped herself. She didn’t need to think about the relationship aspect of it now. That would definitely lead to bruised hearts. No, instead she’d focus on the sex.

And here, now, she had two hot men holding her. Two men that should be taking a much more active role in controlling her.

Haley wondered what was going on. Since this morning, neither had acted very dominant. Cordial, careful, nurturing, but no orders or commands. “What’s going on with you two?” she asked.

“We’re worried about you,” Gregory told her.

“You fainted, after all,” Jason said.

“But you’ve both been very…nice to me, even if not to each other.”

“What do you mean?” Jason asked.

“Well, neither of you got mad at me when I stormed off. You didn’t reprimand me at breakfast for taking control of the situation.”

“We don’t always have to play,” Gregory reminded her.

Haley had to stop for a moment and remember again that she had had nothing outside sex and play with either of these men. It had all been about the scene and BDSM. Other than a few rushed meals here and there, she hadn’t spent much time just living with either of them. She didn’t know either of them very well. She wondered what that would really feel like—knowing the men’s minds and hearts, their fears and dreams. She had fantasized, but that could never come close to the real thing in regard to complexity, potential heartache, or possible joy.

“Can we…make love?” she asked, surprising even herself. After her fall and the heat of the whirlpool tub, she didn’t think she wanted anything grandiose or staged. No restraints or props, but she did want Jason and Gregory pressed up against her, their three bodies uniting into oneness.

“If you feel up to it,” Jason said.

She thought about it for a moment. “I think I do. So long as it’s…sweet.” She saw them exchange glances over her.

“I think we can do sweet.” Jason leaned over and kissed her. He lingered, brushing his lips lightly over hers. He touched his tongue to her, teasing, coaxing hers out to play.

She felt Gregory stroke his large, strong hands down her thighs and then up over her hips. He didn’t force himself between them, only waited his turn, making sure she felt comfortable, cherished.

Which she did. She couldn’t remember a time when she’d felt more cared for. She closed her eyes, lost in the feelings. Gregory parted her legs and then stroked her smooth pussy. She thrilled at the feeling.

“Shit,” Jason said. He pulled away from Haley, and she whimpered at the loss of his lips on hers.

“What is it?” Gregory asked.

Haley opened her eyes, all of a sudden worried.

Jason sighed. “I left my bag out in the barn.”

“So get it later,” Haley said, her voice sounding husky even to herself.

“Condoms,” he reminded her.

Gregory moaned, and Haley felt his weight moving off the bed. “I have some in my room.”

“No, wait.”

Both men leveled their gazes on her. Haley swallowed. She couldn’t believe she was about to say this. “I’m on birth control, and I’m clean.”

“But what about him?” Jason and Gregory said at the same time.

“I’m clean,” Jason said.

“So am I.”

All three fell silent. Haley wondered for a moment if she had crossed the line.
This is too much
. She could very well blow everything. Neither of these men trusted each other to the point where they would agree to—

“Okay,” Jason said.

Haley swallowed. Had he just said that?

“Then let’s get back to it,” Gregory said, and a huge grin split his face.

She couldn’t believe that, after only a day, they would make that commitment to her and to each other. She felt as if she had climbed some great mountain, and now she could plant her flag on the peak. Maybe things would work out after all, if she let them. She’d still have to face their disagreements on the other side. A true relationship loomed like the next peak, higher than the one she’d just conquered, still ahead, blocking out the horizon. Insurmountable.

But she’d ignore that for now.

Both men lowered their mouths to hers; a tangle of tongues and lips ensued. Haley felt giddy, and sighs of satisfaction escaped her unhindered.

“We should switch this time,” Jason said.

“Only fair,” Gregory replied, his words feathering against her cheek. “Unless…?”

Haley knew what that meant. Was she ready for both of them at once? She didn’t think so. No, right now she wanted to taste Gregory and feel Jason pounding her pussy. That felt right for a lazy afternoon like this. So Haley shook her head, and then she felt Jason trail a line of kisses down her torso. Gregory kept his lips against hers, lapping his tongue lightly now and then against her mouth, a teasing promise of what Haley knew Jason would do below.

And then Jason flicked her clit with his tongue, and Haley gasped. She felt Gregory lips form a smile.

“Like that, do you?” Gregory asked, and Jason lapped at her again. She felt his hot breath fan her sex as he paused, evidently waiting for her answer. She wanted more, so she dared not wait a moment longer.

“Oh yes,” she said, her voice weak and breathy. She could feel her juices churning, preparing to take Jason’s cock. She wanted both of them so badly, but she knew they would take it slow.

Gregory moved down to suckle one of her nipples, and Haley arched up into it as Jason steadily licked around her clit, somehow avoiding direct contact. The twin sensations pierced into her, arousing her as strongly as any actual penetration could. But her body wanted the real thing; her being sang for it, humming like a power line in gale-force winds. She could snap if she didn’t get what she needed.

“Fuck me,” she said. “Both of you.”

She felt Jason’s chuckle against her as she heard Gregory’s.

“Not quite yet,” Gregory told her. She groaned as he switched breasts and began laving his tongue against her other nipple.

Jason slipped two fingers inside her wet cunt, tormenting her. Haley wanted to grind against them, but when she tried, he pulled them out.

“Don’t tease me.” She ran a hand against her forehead, feeling the flush and sweat there. From the heat of the hot tub and the press of the bodies around her, Haley felt dizzy, close to swooning again. Thoughts fled, leaving her a creature of sensation. She writhed between the two men, encouraging them with small sounds.

Jason fucked her with his fingers as Gregory caressed her breasts.

“She's quite close already,” Gregory told Jason, and Haley nodded, thrashing her head on the pillow. Her body instinctively moved in an ebb and flow, pressing against Jason, then Gregory, wanting both of them together.

Gregory drew back and readjusted his position on the bed. He knelt beside Haley first, clutching his thick cock in his hand.

“Do you want this?” he asked.

Haley looked at his member and licked her lips. She could already imagine how he would taste, fresh from the hot tub but still slightly musky in that way men never seemed to lose. A bead of precum formed on the red tip, glistening like a jewel in the afternoon sunlight coming in through the windows.

“Tell me how it makes you feel to look at it,” Jason said. “I want to know what you think about when you look at his prick.”

Haley’s gaze traveled down her own body, and she looked at Jason now. He lay propped between her thighs, her juices glistening on his face. She drew in a shaky breath and couldn’t help licking her lips again. Now she could imagine what Jason would taste like with her all over him, sweet and sour. “I want to lick it,” she admitted. “I want to run my tongue against his balls and up the shaft, mapping the veins.” She paused as she kept her gaze level on him. “I want to do that while I feel your cock inside me.”

Jason grinned and crawled up her body. His head coming up toward her eclipsed Gregory from her vision for a moment, and Jason lowered his mouth to hers. Haley
could
taste herself on him, and she savored it.

“All right, out of the way, you,” Gregory growled, and Jason turned to look up at him. Haley relished the grin on his face; it showed how he was entering this playfully. It made her feel better, that he could put his feelings aside for her. At least for now.

Jason moved away, nestling between her thighs. He knelt there now and grasped her hips with his hands, pulling her wet pussy up to his groin. Haley gasped as she felt his rigid length against her swollen folds. He teased her like that for a few moments, coating himself with her juices.

As she lost herself in that sensation, Gregory moved to settle over her as well. The bed shifted under his weight. He straddled Haley, raised on his knees, still holding his cock for her. Her head, propped up slightly on a pillow, lay directly in its path. She extended her tongue, and he deigned to let her lick the tip. Gregory tasted so different than she did: salty, bitter… She finally opened her mouth, and as he slipped his cock inside, Jason slowly slid his prick into her tight cunt. Haley groaned, her sound muffled by Gregory’s length.

The men found a pace, fucking Haley’s pussy and her mouth at the same time. Her eyes rolled back as her body reacted to their combined assault.

This felt so much different from the night before in the barn. She wasn’t on display here; this experience was only about her and the men making love to her.

And it is making love, isn’t it
? She realized that each man treated her tenderly, carefully. Each stroke and thrust carried their love into her, even if they had never put it into words for her before. She couldn’t let them know she knew how they felt, but she celebrated it, smiling around Gregory’s cock as Jason dug his fingers into the flesh of her buttocks, pulling her against him. She wanted to cry out her love for them too, no matter what the consequences. This…here…now was everything she wanted. She needed no kink, no tethers or whips or tails. She needed only this.

Her men.

Haley cried out around Gregory’s cock as she came, her orgasm hitting her like a fastball, causing her body to wrench up and tension to rack her. She couldn’t believe they threw her over the edge so quickly, but now she was falling, coming back into her body, feeling the bed beneath her.

Just as she relaxed, as the strain melted out of her, Gregory increased his thrusts. “I’m going to come,” he said. After a few more thrusts, the tip of his cock hit the back of Haley’s throat, and cum spurted into her mouth. She tightened her lips and sucked at it, wanting to capture every salty drop of the proof of his love.

When he had finished, he fell to the side and stretched out next to her. His gaze grazed her body. Jason leaned down, covering her body with his heat. “I’m next,” he whispered. Their eyes locked, and his pace increased. Haley watched the passion mapped on his face in the purse of his lips and the wrinkle of his nose as he finally came. She felt him twitching within her. He gripped her hips in a crushing hold.

Finally he released her and fell against her; his head rested between her breasts. Haley could feel his heart beating against her stomach. Gregory pushed a damp bang from her forehead.

She’d never felt so cared for.

A moment later, her eyes closed, and she drifted off.

Chapter Seven

Haley woke up again that day sandwiched between two hot men. This time, late evening shrouded the outside world. She leaned up on her elbows and looked at the digital clock on the bedside table. It read 8:30 p.m. Her stomach rumbled. She realized that—with the swamp incident and the long sleep that followed—she’d skipped lunch. She wondered if the men had eaten without her.

She stood and crept off to the en suite to relieve herself. When she came back out, both men were propped up in bed, watching her.