Until Forever (Merricks, Montana 5)
[Ménage and More: Erotic Consensual BDSM Ménage a Trois Romance, M/M/F, with M/M, spanking, sex toys, HEA]
All Cody Winters wants is a loving dominant to call his own. Cody knows Troy Boone is the man for him, but Troy has commitment issues and it is driving them apart. When he is offered his dream job, Cody decides to start over, but his car breaks down just outside of Merricks, Montana, leaving him desperately in need of a knight in shining armor.
Samantha McDonald has yet to find that one man that makes her body stand up and take notice. She comes across a broken down car on the side of the road, and is surprised and delighted with what she finds.
When Troy roars into town and throws a spanner in their budding relationship, Cody suggests that they try things the Merricks way. Sam will risk everything to keep her new submissive, even if it means dating another Dom.
Trouble has also followed Cody and their lives are in danger. Will Cody need rescuing once more?
The car sputtered again, and Cody held his breath. Please, please, please, he prayed, but it was no use. The engine gave one last shudder and died. Cody used the momentum to steer the car off the road before it rolled to a stop.
“Crap, shit, bugger, shit,” he swore, slamming his fist on the steering wheel. Cody unsnapped his seat belt and popped the hood before getting out of the car. The engine was steaming and hissing as he propped up the hood.
Cody stared at the engine, but he really had no idea what was wrong with the thing. He failed big time at all things manly. It wasn’t as though he was girly or anything. He had just never been someone interested in cars, sports, or the great outdoors. He put it down to the fact that all those things usually coincided with drinking, and he wasn’t much of a drinker. He preferred to stick to coffee.
Sighing, he moved away from the car and looked up and down the road. All he could see for miles was nothing, just endless trees, paddocks, and road. There was no other traffic and not a house in sight. He was well and truly up shit creek without a paddle.
A thought struck Cody, and he raced to his car. He had his cell in the car. He could call for help. Not that he knew who to call. He couldn’t call emergency services, and he wasn’t a member of one of those roadside assist companies. He wasn’t going to ring Troy. He would rather starve on the side of the road than call his sort-of-ex for help.
Grabbing his phone from his backpack, Cody swiped on the screen and looked at the display. He almost cried at the little no-signal sign displayed on his cell. He threw the phone back into the car and sat down in the passenger seat with a huff.
He would just have to wait, and hopefully someone would drive past soon. His great adventure was turning into a bit of a nightmare, and he needed rescuing. He needed a knight in shining armor to come and sweep him of his feet.
Cody let his mind wander as he waited. He liked the idea of being a damsel in distress. What was the male equivalent? Cody snorted. He wasn’t sure there was one. He would settle for hot, hunky dude in distress.
Now all he needed was his knight in shining armor. They would have to be strong and independent and good looking. It was his fantasy after all. Capable of having a relationship and not commitment phobic. He’d had enough of that with Troy to last a lifetime. Knowing how to fix cars would be a bonus too.
Cody could imagine it all. He closed his eyes and tried to picture his fantasy rescue. The man would drive up in his large black pickup, and they would stare into each other’s eyes. Cody would shyly cough and look away before his rescuer would ask, “Are you okay?”
Cody’s lip would quiver, and he would suck in a deep breath.
“Excuse me, sir? Are you okay?”
No, no, he was imagining a more masculine voice, but he would roll with it. He didn’t mind being rescued by a woman. Yes, a sexy curvy Domme. Cody’s fantasy changed form as he shifted in his seat.
“Hello? Are you awake?” Golly, she was a persistent, naggy rescuer in his fantasy. “Are you going to answer me, or are you unconscious?”
Cody jumped as a hand touched his shoulder and gave him a small shake. His eyes snapped open, and he let out an unmanly squeal.
“You scared me,” he said, holding his hand to his chest. He looked up at the blonde woman standing before him and blinked. She was beautiful, and Cody’s mouth went dry.
She had the most amazing curly blonde hair, styled as though she’d fallen out of a ’40s film. Her light green eyes stared back at him, and Cody was entranced. She was curvy and full-figured, her body perfectly complemented in her jeans and red-checkered shirt. Her large breasts pushed against the material, and the way she was leaning forward toward him created a most spectacular view.
“Sorry,” she said. Cody’s eyes snapped back to hers. “I called out a couple of times, but you didn’t seem to hear me.”
“I was lost in thought,” Cody replied. “I didn’t even hear your car pull up.”
“I’m surprised,” she said chuckling. “That thing is a beast.”
Cody looked out his back window at the large black pickup parked behind his little car. His fantasy was coming to life in more ways than one.
“You drive that thing?” he asked. It was a huge vehicle for such a small woman, and she was small despite her extra curves. She was short and curvy and perfect.
“Not always,” she answered. “I had to borrow it from a friend so I could pick up some furniture I bought online. I usually drive a vintage Mustang.”
Cody could see her in a Mustang. The top pulled back and her hair under a scarf as she flew down the highway. He needed to get a grip. He was starting to wonder if he had conjured up the woman.
“I’m Cody by the way,” he said, introducing himself. He stuck out his hand to shake and waited.
“Sam,” she replied and placed her small hand in his.
Sam shuffled over to Cody on her knees and looked up at her sub. He was covered in a fine sheen of sweat, his hard body glistening in the light. She ran her hands along his flesh and felt the heat of his body under her palms. The hair on his legs was coarse and bristly, a contrast against his smooth skin.
He was everything she had ever wanted in a submissive and had handled his spanking better than she could ever imagine. Troy’s big palms had laid into his ass, and even Sam had cringed slightly at the force. Cody had simply moaned and stuck his ass out farther, silently begging for more.
Sam had found herself getting turned on as she had spanked Cody’s butt, but it was nothing compared to the fascination and desire she had felt watching Troy as he dominated Cody.
Sam took his hard length in her hand and wrapped her fingers around its wide circumference. Cody was well endowed, her small fingers unable to get all the way around.
She wondered what Troy would look like. He was a big man. Was he big all over? She would say yes if she had to guess. Cody’s loud moan bought her out of her wonderings and back to the task at hand.
“Does my subbie want something?” Sam asked. She leaned forward, licked the slit of his cock, and tasted his salty flavor for the first time. His masculine essence tingled on her tongue, a flavor unique to Cody. His cock jumped in her hand, so she repeated the action and then swirled her tongue around the spongy head.
Troy sat down on the couch next to Cody. Sam watched him with hooded eyes and took Cody farther into her mouth. She used her saliva to lubricate his length and then bobbed her head up and down and hollowed out her cheeks.
“Tug on his balls, baby,” Troy told her. “He likes to have them pulled on.”
Sam reached up and did as Troy told her. Sam rolled them in her palm and gave them a gentle yank. Cody’s hips came off the couch as he shouted, making Sam smile around his shaft. He really did like having his balls played with.
“Please,” Cody said. “I can’t hold back any longer.”
Sam loved the power she yielded over Cody, and it turned her on only more to hear him beg. She lifted her head and looked at the pained expression on Cody’s face. His chest was rapidly rising and falling, and his eyes were scrunched closed.
“You may come,” Sam said and took his cock into her mouth once more. She took him to the back of her throat and swallowed around his large head. Using her hand to pump his shaft, she worked in time with her mouth.
She didn’t have to wait long before Cody was shouting to the rafters and spilling his seed into her mouth. Sam swallowed and worked his cock in her mouth as he came over and over.
She licked him clean as he softened in her mouth before lifting her head and smiling up at him. His eyes were closed, and he wore a blissful expression on his face, and Sam felt a level of satisfaction that she hadn’t gotten with any other submissive.
“That was hot,” Troy said. “Cody seems to be out of it.”
Sam could see the bulge straining against Troy’s pants and wondered what was going to happen next. She stood, pulled the throw rug off the back of her armchair, and wrapped it around her sleeping sub. He deserved the rest, and it was her job to look after him. She went into the kitchen and grabbed him a bottle of water from the fridge so it would be there when he woke.
Troy was still on the couch when she got back and put the water on the coffee table. Suddenly she felt awkward, not sure what was supposed to happen next. She stood facing Troy and bit her lip in indecision. She knew what she wanted to happen. She just wasn’t sure she should ask for it.
Troy’s cock was still straining against his pants, and Sam’s clit throbbed with need. She discreetly tried to rub her thighs together to lessen her arousal.
“Um,” she said. “I could take care of you too, if you like.”
Gosh, she was supposed to be a Domme. Why was she suddenly so meek and indecisive?
“I have a better idea,” Troy said. “Take off your panties and sit on the armchair. I want to taste you first.”
Sam sucked in a deep breath, and she rushed to comply. She wanted to feel Troy’s mouth on her pussy more than anything in the world at that moment in time.
She kicked off her panties and sat on the chair, her skirt still covering her girly parts from Troy.
“Lift up your skirt and place your legs over the arms of the chair,” Troy told her. “I want to see my pussy, and it is my pussy.”
I live in Melbourne, Australia with my husband, two children and a Maltese Jack Russell who can’t stop barking. I had my first idea for a story whilst working as a chef at the local pub. I have been addicted to reading since my ninth grade teacher read us The Outsiders by S.E. Hinton. From then on I read anything I could get my hands on. Now, I love to read stories with a happy-ever-after ending, especially erotic romance. When I’m not running after my kids, I usually can be found cooking, reading or writing.
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