Grace screamed her release, clamping down on both of us.
Scott thrust in her a few more times and then held deep and said her name as he came inside of her.
Grace collapsed forward onto Scott’s chest and tried to catch her breath. I kept my finger inside her and added another. She shivered with her aftershocks of her orgasm and more sweat blossomed over her back.
I pumped my fingers and felt her clench down on them. When her muscles loosened, I switched and scissored them to get her ready for my big cock. The plugs were big, but I was bigger. She needed to be soft and pliant while I worked her open. I dripped more lube on my fingers and worked the liquid into her.
Grace recovered quickly and was soon rocking against my thrusts.
I added a third finger, and she moaned. Good. She was ready.
I pulled her hips up and shifted them. She gently raised to her elbows, so she was directly over Scott. He lifted his head and licked her nipple that was dangling over his face like a juicy fruit.
I coated myself with plenty of lube. I didn’t want to hurt her.
She looked over her shoulder at me and licked her lips.
God help me. I lined myself up with her entrance and worked my way in. I wanted to ram myself all the way, but her comfort was more important than my base needs.
“Relax, beautiful. Breathe. That’s it. Now push against me. Good.” Scott was doing a good job of distracting her by playing with her breast. My moans echoed around the room when I finally got past the tight muscle. Fuck, she was so damn tight.
Grace cried out and lowered her forehead to Scott’s.
“That’s it, peaches. Take all of Ty. Give him so much pleasure,” Scott whispered to her.
I slowly pumped in and out until my balls rested against her tight bottom. She squeezed the muscles, and I almost lost it. I swatted her cheek. “Don’t do that. I won’t last long if you keep that up.”
She whimpered. “Fuck me, Ty. I need you to move.”
“With pleasure.” I pulled out until my tip was the only thing in, and Grace let out a low groan.
“You okay, beautiful?”
“Don’t stop. Please don’t stop.”
I pushed back in and pulled out. I dribbled a little more lube on my dick before I thrust in again. This time, Grace pushed against me. She continued, picking up the pace. Her breathing became more ragged, and I knew she was getting close again.
Grabbing her hips, I pounded into her tight ass, my balls slapping against her pussy. I wasn’t going to last much longer, either. She felt too good. Hot, tight, wet. Grace yelled my name as she came, and I followed her, plunging deep and releasing into her hot channel.
If she was this tight and felt this good now, I couldn’t imagine what it would be like when we both fucked her at the same time. I slowly pulled out and basked in the sight of our cum dripping from both of her holes. I pulled her against me and kissed her neck and shoulders. Scott scooted out from under her and went to the bathroom for a cloth. He returned and gently took care of Grace. When I came back from cleaning myself up, Grace was asleep, snuggled into Scott’s side.
Good. Grace needed rest… and maybe a few more orgasms would help her recover.
After our nap, I got to be the lucky one to make sure Grace took a hot bath. I wasn’t usually a bath guy, but with Grace lying against me in the water, I was quickly changing my mind. The view of her breasts bobbing on the surface covered in a milky foam had me reaching between her legs and making sure she really enjoyed her bath.
Jessie brought dinner over to the house, so we didn’t have to go to the dining hall. We ate on the couch, curled up together and watched TV. I don’t remember what was on. My main focus was on Grace’s mouth sucking my cock while Scott finger fucked her. Then we made good use of the whipped cream that Jessie so graciously provided for dessert and had Grace forgetting her own name.
On Monday,Grace was ready to throw her wrist brace across the ranch. There was only so much Scott and I could do to persuade her to keep it on the full week like she was told to. She couldn’t hold a brush to groom Storm, or a hoof pick to clean out his hooves. Grace was a very strong and independent woman, and I could tell it was killing her to not be able to do things herself.
I was more than happy to help her, but I had to give her the space she needed as well. I didn’t want to be too overbearing and drive her away. Because it had become very clear to me how much I wanted her to stay.
Declan had cleared our team to not go on rotation this time. We all had good reasons to stay back at the ranch. Scott and I needed to help take care of Grace and Storm, and Travis wanted to be here when the vet returned to do the physicals so he could be there for Stardust’s ultrasound. This was the first horse Declan and Travis had bred, and they were excited about it.
Dr. Brooks examined all the horses. She informed us that Storm was looking great, and she wouldn’t fully clear him for at least another two weeks or so, but we could start working him again. We just needed to make sure we didn’t overdo it. Dr. Brooks said she would be back to do the second ultrasound in three weeks on Stardust, after confirming she was indeed pregnant.
What surprised me the most was the amount of hovering that Thomas and Declan did during the vet visit. I couldn’t tell if they were just worried about each situation, the pregnant mare, the physicals and Storm’s checkup, or if they were checking out the new vet. They were picky on who helped out on the ranch, and the new vet was thrown into the mix without much warning, but I also couldn’t help but catch Declan’s eyes glued to her ass the whole time she was bent over, checking Storm’s legs.
Everyone was packing up and getting the horses all tucked away in their stalls when a cloud of dust kicked up at the front entry. Dr. Brooks had left ten minutes ago, and she knew not to speed down the dirt road. Plus, she had left in the clinic’s truck, and this was a fancy red sports car racing down the driveway.
“Who’s that?” Stefan asked, holding his horse, Jasper by the lead rope.
“Oh, fuck,” Blake and Grace echoed each other. I looked and saw their eyes wide open. Grace’s phone went off in her pocket again. It had been going off all day, but she continued to ignore it.
“Is it too late to hide?” Grace asked Blake.