It's a Sweet Life

Chapter Thirteen

Libbie awoke before dawn the next morning aching and unable to move. The aching wasn’t entirely unpleasant, and the “unable to move” part wasn’t related directly to the aching. It was due to the fact that Ken had his leg slung over hers, while Charles had an arm draped around her waist.

Wow.

She thought about the night before, everything that had happened.

Wow.

She craned her head around Charles to look at her alarm clock and saw she needed to get up in ten minutes to get ready to go downstairs.

Wow.

She didn’t want to move. The two sleeping men on each side of her were a warm bubble of goodness that made staying in bed and being an irresponsible business owner look like a totally acceptable option.

Wow.

Yes, as she took mental inventory of her bits and pieces, she found her ass felt pleasantly achy, her pussy felt completely and utterly plowed, and her clit still seemed to throb from the attention they’d given her the night before.

And they didn’t even get a chance to read my Kindle.

It was her soft snickers over that thought that awoke the men.

“Good morning, gorgeous,” Charles said, pulling her in for a kiss.

Then Ken grabbed her and kissed her, too. “How do you feel?”

She nodded. “Not bad. Sore in the good ways.” Totally truthful because the rest of her body, other than the miscellaneous aches she 134 Tymber Dalton

knew were due to their wild sex, felt good.

Damn good.

Ken glanced at the clock, then sat up. “I know, you have to get ready.”

She let out a sigh. “Yeah.”

He scooted down the bed and had her legs pushed apart before she could protest. “Can’t send you down there frustrated.” He buried his head between her legs and flicked her clit with his tongue.

She’d started to protest that they didn’t have time, then gave up and let Charles kiss her. Ken was as skilled as his cousin in the oral department. He had her coming in just a couple of minutes.

When he sat up and grinned at her, she couldn’t help but laugh at the pleased look on his face. “From now on, baby, every morning, you don’t set foot out of this apartment until we’ve made you come at least once.”

Her heart shivered in her chest. “Okay,” she squeaked.

“Such a good girl,” Charles said as he kissed her again.

Ken helped her get out of bed. “Well, obviously, if you’re really in a lot of pain, or you know, it’s that time of the month, we’ll take a rain check.” He pulled her to him and kissed her as the heat from his body rolled through her. “We’ll just make you come extra hard the next time.”

Charles stepped out of bed and joined them, his firm body pressed along her back.

And his stiff cock pressed against the seam of her ass.

Fuck it, I can be late once. “What about you guys?” she asked. “I feel bad leaving you hanging.”

Ken and Charles exchanged a glance and smiled at her. Ken helped her sit on the floor at the end of the bed as both men sat in front of her on the bed, their cocks ready. They placed her hands on their cocks. “Have fun,” Charles said.

She began stroking them with her fingers wrapped around their cocks, alternating going down on one man, then the other, back and It’s a Sweet Life 135

forth until she knew they were both close to exploding. Ken fisted her hair and held her head in place in front of them as she stroked them harder and faster, their cocks pointed at her mouth. Charles came first with a moan, some of his cum making it past her lips, the rest of it going all over her face and chest. Ken followed right behind, and by the time their cocks were limp, she was covered in their cum.

Ken grinned. “I think that’s an appropriate pre-morning-shower look for you, baby.”

Charles nodded. “Me, too.”

She laughed, imagining what she must look like. “Well, there’s not room for three in my shower. One of you could do me the favor of making me coffee.”

Charles looked at Ken and made a fist. “Rock-Paper-Scissors-Lizard-Spock?”

“Huh?”

Libbie giggled. “Don’t be mean to him. You know he doesn’t watch the show.”

Charles dropped his fist and shrugged. “Eh, you’re right. We really need to catch him up. I’ll make the coffee.” The men stood, helping her to her feet. “You go help our messy girl get cleaned up.”

Ken took her by the hand and led her to the bathroom. “With pleasure.”

It was nearly four thirty in the morning when Libbie and Charles finally made it downstairs to the bakery. Charles went back to their apartment to shower while Ken did his best to distract Libbie from getting ready in hers.

Grover and Ruth looked up when they walked in, and for a moment, Libbie was a teenager again, caught sneaking in after curfew by her dad.

“You all right, Libbie?” Grover asked, concern on his face.

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Her face grew even hotter as she nodded. “Sorry we—I overslept.” She forced a laugh. “Mandaline brought over some of Sachi’s spiked cider last night and I think I overimbibed.”

“Ah. Okay.”

A little while later, however, Grover cornered her in her office.

Keeping his voice low, he asked, “You didn’t just oversleep, did you?”

She felt the blood jump to her face again as she stared at her hands in her lap. “Not exactly.”

“You all right? Everything okay?”

She nodded her head and didn’t resist when Grover gently took her chin in his large hand and made her look up at him.

He arched an eyebrow at her. “I’m not gonna have to run those two boys through my woodchipper now, am I?”

She shook her head. “No, Grover, please.” She couldn’t help but smile. “It’s okay.”

A slow smile of his own took over. “Ahh. Now I see what’choo all embarrassed about, little girl.” He lowered his bulk into the chair next to her desk and leaned in. “It was all consensual?”

“Grover!”

“Answer me.”

“Yes!”

“They do right by you?”

“Define that.”

He rolled his eyes. “You okay with what happened, or are they gonna go streaking out of here to some other port of call?”

For such an enlightened man, in some ways, Grover was rather old fashioned. “A shotgun wedding won’t be necessary, Dad,” she snarked. “But I feel really good for the first time in a long time. Be nice to them. Please?”

He smiled and patted her knee. “Honey, any man or men who can put a smile like that on your face, I’ll be plenty nice to them.” He leaned in and kissed her forehead before returning to the kitchen.

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The men wouldn’t let her cook dinner that night. They made her relax and put her feet up while they whipped together a quick and hearty meal that they ate spread out on Libbie’s sofa while watching TV.

The late night, combined with their nocturnal aerobics in bed the night before, had worn her down. “I think I want to take the TV party into the bedroom.”

“You want company?” Ken asked.

“Of course.”

“Both of us?” Charles confirmed.

She kissed Charles, then Ken. “Yes, both of you. You two don’t need an engraved invitation to crawl between my sheets. I think we’re well past that stage, don’t you?”

The men sent her to bed while they cleaned up the kitchen. When they joined her, they found her lying naked under the blanket.

The men stripped and joined her. “You know,” Ken warned, “we come in and see you like that, you’re inviting trouble.”

“Yep,” Charles said. “It’s like asking us to ravish you.”

“Who’s arguing?” she asked.

Ken gently laced his fingers through hers. “How are you feeling, though? Really.”

“I’m okay. I don’t think I’m up for a full repeat of last night, but I saved you guys a little energy.”

Charles stretched out on his side. His cock, growing stiffer, pressed against the seam of her ass. “How much energy?” He nibbled on her shoulder.

“Maybe not raunchy-book-sex energetic. Something a little closer to the milder scale.”

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milder,” he said when he released her finger from the wet heat of his mouth.

They rolled her onto her back. Charles deftly turned around and buried his face between her legs. When she moaned, Ken lightly nipped and sucked on her lower lip. “Does that feel good, baby?”

“Uh-huh!” She didn’t know how Charles did it, but he managed to short-circuit the portions of her brain that controlled coherent speech and allowed her to speak in intelligible sentences. His tongue circled her clit, flicking at it a few times before sucking it between his lips and starting the pattern over again.

It nearly drove her crazy with need. Her pussy ached, pulsing with each draw of his mouth.

“Is that good? How does it feel having him making that sweet clit all swollen and tingly?” Ken whispered in her ear. His hand lazily moved from one breast to another, back and forth, teasing and tormenting her nipples and adding fire to her already soaked pussy.

“Uh-huh!”

He chuckled. “I think she’s ready for some relief,” he said to Charles.

Charles buried his face even deeper between her legs and redoubled his efforts, his tongue and lips moving faster until he slipped two fingers into her wet cunt and started finger-fucking her.

That sent her over the edge.

She moaned, her back arching as her orgasm swept through her.

With her eyes closed she rode the wave at the mercy of Charles until he was ready to let her stop.

When he finally lifted his face from between her legs, he sat up.

Ken got up, and when he returned to her side, she realized he’d fetched condoms from where she’d stashed the remainders in the bedside table with her toys. He handed one to Charles and kept the other, showing it to her. “You have no idea what you do to us, do you, baby?”

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head pressed against her labia. “She makes me lose my mind is what she does.”

She moaned again as he slowly seated himself inside her pussy.

Ken leaned in and sucked one nipple into his mouth while he played with the other with his hand.

Charles took long, slow strokes inside her, his blue eyes piercing through her. “Do you think you can come for me like this, baby?”

She wanted to. Lord how she wanted to. His attentions had left her clit hot and swollen and still throbbing. He fell still, stopping with his cock buried deep inside her. He licked his finger and started stroking her clit with it.

She felt her muscles clench around his cock. Both men were large, bigger than some of her toys but not monstrously so. It felt so good having a warm, pulsing cock inside her instead of a plastic toy.

Libbie’s eyes met his. If he just…doesn’t…stop…

Another orgasm hit her, not quite as strong as the first. When he felt her coming, he started fucking her again, harder, faster, rubbing against her clit with every stroke. It drew out the ripples of pleasure bursting from her core as his cock pounded her until Charles finally came.

She held on to his arms as he caught his breath, watching the way his chest moved, the sculpted muscles across his torso.

She loved everything about him. About them.

Realizing the L-word had just crossed her mind again, she quickly struck it from her thoughts.

Nope. Won’t go there.

If she didn’t admit it, she didn’t feel it.

When Charles carefully withdrew, Ken moved to take his place while Charles headed for the bathroom. Ken sheathed his cock in a condom and quickly filled her cunt with it, slowly stroking inside her.

Charles returned from the bathroom and stretched out next to her with her head cradled in the crook of his arm.

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her. “Do you want one more, or are you worn out?”

She stroked his arms. “I want to watch you come.”

She loved his smile. Their smiles. Damn, they were so much alike.

He leaned forward and kissed her as he slowly made love to her. He took his time, and she felt the tension building in his body as he tried to hold back.

Libbie hooked her legs around his and met him stroke for stroke, their rhythm timed perfectly. He leaned in and kissed her as he picked up speed, until she felt his entire body stiffen when his cock grew and swelled inside her.

He let out one last moan before falling still. Then he rested his forehead against her chest as she wrapped her arms around him.

She snuggled securely between them with a happy sigh. Can life get any sweeter?

The men were good to their word. While they didn’t rudely invite themselves, she did ask them into her bed every night.

And every morning, the wake-up was fabulous.

The first weekend after their Halloween night tryst, Libbie barely made it out of bed Sunday or Monday. The men hadn’t exaggerated when they said they were going to keep her well fucked and well orgasmed.

She idly wondered if someone could die from too much pleasure before she decided she didn’t want to know, even if they could.

I’d die happy, at least.

After a couple of weeks, the men relented in their morning accosting of her. She’d felt guilty that plenty of mornings they took the time to get her off at least once, yet didn’t let her give them pleasure in return.

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started getting down into the bakery a little later every morning, but with Charles there to help out, it didn’t slow them down too much.

Unlike most autumns, time seemed to streak past, her pain and symptoms no longer the barometer of her life. During the times when her pain reached the point she had to retreat to bed earlier than usual at night, she had one or both of the men there beside her, even if only cuddling with her and watching TV.

One Tuesday evening, after a brutal cold snap had set in during the day and dropped the temperature twenty degrees between lunchtime and dark, she was curled in bed with Galileo and Ken, watching TV and dozing. Charles had left two hours before the bakery closed to go run a few errands for himself. When Charles left, Ken had come down to the bakery to pitch in and help close down for the day, even though she really didn’t need him there.

Ken was perusing her Kindle, making cute little clucking and hmmm noises when a particular passage gave him ideas. “You’re sooo in trouble when you’re feeling better,” he teased when he finished reading one section. “I just saw something I want to try.”

She snuggled tightly against his side. “Is it in a hot tub?”

He laughed. “No. Why?”

“I’ve always wondered what that’s like. Or in a swimming pool.

Or even the ocean. When I still had a gym membership, before I opened the bakery, I would go work out for a little while and then soak in the hot tub to help my muscles loosen up. I wish I could have one.”

“Hmm.”

“What’s that hmm for?”

He shook his head and smiled down at her. “Nothing, baby. You just rest up and feel better.”

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