Tymber Dalton - It’s a Sweet Life

“But there’s still dishes to do!” she protested.

He crossed his arms over his massive chest and stared down his nose at her. “Listen here, you go home and you rest. You’re worn out.

Now, git.”

Knowing he wouldn’t be swayed, she let the men lead her out to her car where Ken drove her home, followed by Charles in their truck with the folding tables in back.

They made her take a hot bath while they unloaded the truck. By the time they returned upstairs, she realized they’d been right to make her leave Grover’s. She only had a little energy left.

And she knew exactly how she wanted to expend it.

Charles helped her out of the tub. “See? You need to listen to us.

We can tell when you’re exhausted.”

“At least I don’t have to open the shop tomorrow.” On Black Friday, she didn’t leave her apartment unless it was an emergency.

She did a lot of her holiday shopping online, or earlier in the season before the stores got crowded. She couldn’t handle the additional stress of driving in holiday traffic, negotiating crazy, full parking lots, and threading her way through massive throngs of people.

She wrapped the towel around her after drying off. She slipped her arms around Charles’ waist and tucked her hands into the back pockets of his jeans. “I know what I’d like to do now, though.”

She rose up on her toes to kiss him, thrilling at the way the hard bulge in the front of his jeans sprang to life.

His hands brushed down her back, to her ass, where he grabbed her and pulled her body tightly against his. “You sure you have the energy, baby?”

“Uh-huh. I saved enough for you two.”

She loved the way he kissed her. The cousins were so much alike, but just different enough. Charles was teasing and playful, always 152 Tymber Dalton

leaving her wanting more no matter how thoroughly he kissed her.

Ken was passion on two legs, even the lightest of kisses sometimes leaving her breathless and feeling like she’d just had the romp of her life.

Charles scooped her up into his arms. “Time to put you to bed, little baker.”

Ken called out from the kitchen. “She feeling frisky?”

“Yeah,” Charles called back as he carried her into the bedroom.

“She was trying to hump me in the bathroom.”

She lightly swatted his chest. “I was not.”

He dropped her onto the bed and met her gaze as he started unbuckling his belt. “You were ready to climb and ride me like a pony,” he teased.

He kicked off his sneakers and socks before he shoved his jeans down and off. The outline of his rigid cock pressed against the fabric of his briefs. They, too, joined the growing pile of clothes on the floor.

He pulled his shirt off, leaving her sighing at the sight of the lean muscles rippling across his chest. He straddled her on the bed and pulled the towel away. Then Ken walked into the room.

“Starting without me?”

Charles leaned in and nibbled the hollow of her throat. “Yep. You don’t show up on time, you don’t get any.”

She poked him in the thigh. “Be nice. You have to share.”

“I don’t mind sharing,” he said. “But I’m not waiting on him, either.” His cock stood out hard and proud, a pearly drop of pre-cum already awaiting her tongue at the slit in the engorged head.

Ken laughed and started undressing. “I’m here, I’m here.”

She wrapped her fingers around the silky heat of his cock and gently tugged. “Come here and I’ll take care of something for you.”

He grinned and moved up her body so she could reach his cock with her mouth. When the head slid past her lips, both of them moaned, him at the sensation, and her at the taste and feel of his hot It’s a Sweet Life 153

flesh.

She felt the bed dip. Then Ken pushed her legs apart. “I know what’ll keep me busy.”

Libbie couldn’t help but moan again as Ken used his thumbs to spread her labia apart, exposing her clit to his eager mouth. He blew hot breath across it, teasing her and turning her eager moans into plaintive whines.

Charles shifted position again, giving him the angle he needed to take over and fuck her mouth. “Just lay there and take it, baby.” His voice sounded thick with need. “We’re going to do all the work for you.”

She relaxed her lips, flicking her tongue over his glans with every stroke. Charles knew exactly how deep to thrust without gagging her.

Soon, as Ken started sucking on her clit in earnest, Charles was fucking her mouth, his balls lightly bouncing against her chin with every stroke.

He reached for and found her hands, lacing his fingers through hers and pinning them to the bed over her head. That only served to ratchet her passion up another notch. They’d quickly learned how her body responded when they took total charge, pinning her to the bed and having their way with her.

She loved it.

Libbie imagined what she must look like, held down by two hunks and being both serviced and used without any say in the matter. It was that thought that triggered her first orgasm.

Charles leaned forward, his weight pressing her deeper into the bed as he quickened his pace. “That’s it, baby. Give him another one.

I want to shoot my cum down your throat while you’re screaming around my cock.”

His sexy tone was all it took to trigger the second one. And scream she did when Ken began finger-fucking her with two fingers as he lightly nipped her clit.

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tongue. He buried his cock deep inside her mouth, forcing her to swallow even as she tried to scream her pleasure.

Ken wouldn’t stop, however, forcing her body through wave after wave of pleasure. Charles’ cock softened and he withdrew, but he didn’t let go of her hands. “Take it, baby,” he hoarsely said. “Loud as you want. You take it from him. You take every bit of it.”

It felt like she floated free from her usual cloak of pain and fatigue as Ken stepped up his efforts, adding a third finger to her soaking cunt and slamming his hand against her pussy with each stroke even as his mouth tormented her swollen clit.

She rode yet another orgasm, startled midway when the men suddenly released her and changed position. She heard one of them yank the bedside table drawer open and rummage around. Charles knelt over her chest, his legs pinning her arms to the bed. Ken grabbed her legs and spread them farther apart.

She felt a condom-clad cock spear her core, making her gasp with pleasure.

Then she heard a click and didn’t have time to fully process it was the sound of the Hitachi firing up on high speed when Charles pressed it firmly against her clit.

Her world exploded. She let out a cry, unable to move as her cunt walls squeezed Ken’s cock.

“Holy fuck,” he gasped. “Don’t stop,” he told Charles. “Keep her coming.”

He fucked her hard and fast as her cries turned into sobs. They held her immobile and unable to escape the vibrator as wave after wave of blindingly intense ecstasy drilled through her body.

Charles used one hand to twist her nipples, triggering even more biting pleasure. “Take it, baby,” he ordered. “Keep coming for us.”

She gasped for air between her cries. The men had learned not only did she love it when they fucked her hard and deep, it didn’t hurt her. Their timidity had eased up, and they enjoyed forcing her to come until they were satisfied she’d had enough.

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“You love this, don’t you?” Ken asked, ramming his cock home.

“You love being our sweet plaything, don’t you? Poor Libbie, forced to come while being fucked. Poor, sweet girl.”

That only made her come harder, and they knew it was the result they’d get.

Ken could have been fucking her for minutes or days, she didn’t know. Her world shattered until all she could focus on was breathing through each intense wave of pleasure Charles forced her to take with the Hitachi.

He slung her legs over his shoulders and held on to her thighs.

“Take it deep, baby. Like you want to. Take my cock.”

Her fingers clawed at the bed, the only movement she could make besides thrashing her head back and forth. She felt utterly helpless and completely owned as he drove his cock into her.

Finally, she heard his tone of voice change, strained, holding back. “Get one more out of her,” he ordered Charles.

“With pleasure, bro.”

She let out a cry of agony and ecstasy combined as he twisted her right nipple harder than before and one more explosion ripped the breath from her lungs.

“That’s…it!” Ken rammed deep into her one last time and fell still, her and him both gasping for air.

Charles immediately climbed off her and shut down the Hitachi.

As she caught her breath, the crying started. Another thing they’d discovered sometimes happened after really intense lovemaking.

A good thing, cathartic.

Ken gently lowered her legs and pulled her up to cradle her in his arms. She sat there, still impaled on his softening cock while she shivered and cried against his chest.

“Shh, baby. We’re here. It’s all right.”

Charles sat behind her. He stroked her shoulders and back with tender caresses. “We’ve got you.”

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kissed Ken, deep and slow, then turned her head to kiss Charles. Both men’s blue eyes were filled with concern until she gave them a smile.

“Now I think I’m ready for bed.”

Both men smiled in return. “Not too much?” Ken asked.

She shook her head. “Nope. That was…” She sighed. “Fantastic.”

It wasn’t until both men had already fallen asleep, and she was quickly drifting into it herself, that she pondered the “bro” comment Charles had said.

Well, they are close. Sleep took over, driving all thoughts from her brain.

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A little after eight the next morning, Libbie was watching the morning news and scoffing at the hordes of Black Friday shoppers when a knock on her door surprised her.

She looked at Charles. “Did someone leave the back door unlocked downstairs?”

He grinned as he rose from the sofa to answer it. “Guilty.”

Mandaline and Sachi stood in the doorway. “Hey, right on time.” He greeted them with friendly hugs.

She shot a glare at Ken. “Now I know why you insisted on me getting up and dressed.”

“Come on,” Sachi said with a playful smile. “Chop-chop. We’re going to be late if we don’t get on the road.”

“Look, guys, I’m sorry, but I’m not a Black Friday shopper.”

“Nope, that’s not what this is,” Mandaline said. “A friend of mine down in Tampa is holding a nutrition seminar at her store, for people with chronic pain and health conditions such as fibro, lupus, and things like that. Her brother-in-law is a homeopathic doctor. He’s the one doing the seminar. Sachi and I are driving you down and going with you.”

“Don’t you guys have to watch the shop?”

“Nope,” Mandaline said. “I’ve got Ellis and Bradley behind the counter today.”

She looked at Ken and Charles, who both wore decidedly sneaky grins. “Why do I have the feeling you’re trying to get rid of me for the day?”

“Because we are,” both men said before laughing.

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“We have a surprise for you, but you’ll have to wait until you get back,” Ken added.

“Come on,” Mandaline said as she walked over to the couch and held her hands out to Libbie. “Comfy shoes, and grab gloves and a sweater if you want. They’re serving lunch as part of the seminar.”

“I really appreciate this, but you don’t need to drive me down to Tampa and waste your day.”

“Hey, it’s not wasted,” Sachi said. “We’ve had a bunch of people asking for more seminars on health topics. It’s research. We want to sit through the seminar before we ask him to do one at the store.”

Looking around at the four people, she knew she was

outnumbered and outvoted. She let Mandaline help her up from the couch while Charles brought her purse over and Ken went to retrieve a sweater and her gloves. “Will it do me any good,” Libbie asked, “to grill you and Sachi about the surprise they obviously don’t want me to know about?”