Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (29 page)

“Trust me. This won’t hurt. You’ll enjoy us,” Bailey assured her.

“If you say so.” She gulped. Her body stiffened, but then she searched the faces of her lovers, of the men who were undoubtedly there to take care of her as much as bring her pleasure. Suddenly and without warning, she relaxed and concentrated on the lovemaking, the way her men would undoubtedly care for her and, perhaps, give her everything she’d ever desired and potentially more.

After they were suited up and ready to play, Tristan assumed the back position. Elliott gently took her hands and pulled her forward. At the same time, Tristan’s fingers swept down the crack of her ass. “I’ll be easy, baby. If you’re uncomfortable, tell me.”

A few moments later, lube saturated her ass. Wedging his fingers between her cheeks, Tristan swirled two digits around her hole. She shivered as the invasion began.

“Relax, sugar,” Tristan rasped, wiggling his middle finger past the first outer ring, the puckered hole clenching as he jiggled the digit higher, stretching her.

“Oh God, Tristan!” she screamed, her fists balling as her head jerked from side to side.

“You’ll enjoy this more if you just accept the pleasure. Give your body to him, Ansley. Okay?”

She nodded. Why was she nervous? Didn’t she trust them? Didn’t she want this? Of course! But now that the act was here, ready to unfold, she doubted her abilities. She wasn’t sure if she could handle them.

Plus, she was petrified! Would she be able to please them at the same time? Was her body even equipped to accommodate four hard cocks?

Elliott pressed his mouth against hers. “Kiss me,” he said, gently licking his way across her parched lips. “Think of the joy we’ll bring you. The pain will only last a second, if you experience any discomfort at all.”

“I trust you,” she assured him, noticing how Tristan jerked behind her.

As if he were punishing her for saying the words he apparently longed to hear himself, he thrust three fingers inside her rectum, stuffing them inside her and then twirling them as high as they would go. She cried out with the unexpected penetration.

Elliott’s kiss smothered away the objection he must’ve feared he’d hear fall from her lips. Within a second, maybe two, Tristan’s fingers worked in a scissorlike fashion. She’d never been invaded anally in a more pleasurable way.

That is, until Tristan removed his hand and immediately slid the tip of his cock right outside her asshole and said, “Tell me when.”

Elliott’s tongue thrust inside her mouth once more. She broke their kiss and made her request. “I’m ready, Tristan.”

Elliott winked, brushed her hair away from her face, and mouthed the words, “You’re so sexy.”

“Your wish is my command,” Tristan said. His cock surged forward, and he bracketed his arm around her waist, pulling her atop him.

“Oh God! Oh dear God! Tristan! Wait!” she screamed out as he took her inch by inch, working his cock inside her with one calculated thrust at a time.

“You’re okay, baby,” Elliott said.

Bailey rubbernecked, focusing on their connection. With great satisfaction lingering in his hooded eyes, he said, “Nice and slow. Be gentle with her, man.”

“Want me to stop?” Tristan asked in a guttural voice.

She could hear the sexual tension in his voice, that pent-up lust strewn through every syllable.

Her channel accepted him as he pushed inside her. By the time he paused, she was driven to take more, dying to feel harder strokes and broken thrusts.

Leaning down, Bailey encircled her clit with his fingertips, rubbing the tender button with a pampering touch. As Tristan’s cock thrummed inside her, she became aware of the downbeat of her breathing. A humming sound filled the room as Tristan’s breath became synchronized with her own.

“It’s me and you, Elliott,” Bailey said, grabbing hold of his shoulder.

Together, they aimed their penises toward her as if they’d fucked her together a hundred times before. They rubbed their cocks against her folds. Her pussy clenched as she anticipated the first dual stroke.

“Look at me, sweetheart,” Graham said.

Turning her head, Ansley immediately opened her mouth and sucked Graham’s cock to her throat. Graham was in place. Tristan withdrew a tad, and she braced for a complete invasion.

Together Elliott and Bailey entered her. An agonized and quite muffled cry fell from her lungs as they slid inside her, inch by inch, allowing her time to stretch and accommodate them.

“Ah fuck!” Tristan screamed, cupping her breasts as he fought to push his cock higher inside her.

Perfectly sealed, she finally relaxed. Accommodating the cocks gliding inside her body, she became aware, completely in touch, with the raging lust, the desires that only deepened as they fucked her.

“Good God, now I see why four men are better than two,” Elliott said, studying her breasts as he and Bailey entered her body together, their dicks rubbing against one another as they set the pace, staying together in a perfect rhythm, an erotic time.

Releasing Graham’s cock with a pop, she swiped the tip and said, “I can’t take it. ’S too good, too hot.”

“You’re fine, baby,” Tristan crooned, pinching her hard nipples.

“She sure is,” Bailey said, those green eyes twinkling like holiday lights.

A mix of emotions came into play. Her body was drenched in heat as the sounds of sex filled the room. She sipped at Graham’s cock, nuzzling him for a minute as she studied the fantastic expressions washing over Elliott and Bailey.

Her cunt vibrated. Her nipples tightened. Her need for release grew as they rocked inside her, fucking her with an exceptional delivery.

Bailey and Elliott watched the point of entry, staring down at her pussy as if they were shocked they could tuck their cocks inside her intimate pocket and still have room to move. There was a pause in the stroking. Then, they began again.

Tristan thrust once from behind. Elliott and Bailey hammered forward and withdrew. Again, Tristan stroked her ass. This time, he pounded out four rapid beats. Elliott and Bailey hammered forward, taking their turn with quadruple strokes. Maybe turnabout was fair play.

Returning her attention to Graham, she mumbled against his cockhead, “Faster, guys, please. I won’t break. I need hard loving. Don’t stop or pause.”

“You heard the lady, boys,” Graham said, appearing fascinated as she devoured his cock, sucked him to her throat.

Incredible tremors rushed through her body as she focused on the task of pleasing Graham, lapping at his dick until she nearly made him her next meal.

“You may get the sauce from this meat if you don’t slow down,” he warned.

“My thoughts exactly,” she whispered against the crest, remembering why she’d always loved being with Graham. They were in tune, in sync to the point where he finished her sentences, often read her mind. And he never had to ask if she was ready to go. He just knew. Their orgasms always came at the same time.

Graham pounded against her throat, and she tightly enveloped him again. This time, there was no stopping him. Ansley had been in his bed enough to know how to gauge his excitement, when to expect his hot and spicy release.

Tristan thrust inside her bottom, his cock thumping against her soft walls. Elliott and Bailey rocked forward, their dicks pulsing inside her pussy with a damning beat.

To her amazement, she wasn’t in pain. She wasn’t uncomfortable. In fact, she’d never enjoyed any sexual encounter more.

A hazy mist of longing marked its place in Elliott’s eyes. Thank God! He was close, too! Bailey dug his fingernails into Elliott’s shoulders. Ah, she thought, another one ready to blow!

Her nipples became pointed peaks. Her pussy was a wet fountain. The fluid from the well-lubricated condoms combined with her intimate juices and provided a generous helping of heat and moisture.

Tristan’s gait changed, and with impetuous speed, he rammed his cock inside her. “Oh God, I’m sorry. Ah shit, forgive me, Ansley. I just can’t…Fuck! I didn’t mean to be so rough!”

He was losing control. While he apologized one second, Tristan couldn’t fight his apparent carnal urges. Occasionally, he held back just a second or two in between earth-shattering thumps, but he’d return with harder and more deliberate pounding, working out the release coming soon, the explosion he couldn’t halt now if he wanted to because she damn sure wouldn’t let him.

Ansley clenched around him, trying her best to squeeze him to the breaking point, to the point of no return. At the same time, her pussy pulsed. Her mouth closed tighter and tighter around Graham until he growled, “Vixen.” The only word he’d manage.

Curving her right arm overhead, she caressed Tristan’s neck, playing with his hair. “Ah, come on now, sugar. You gotta know what that does to me.” He screwed her ass with a goal then, pumping his cock between her cheeks as she clutched his nape, toyed with the wisps of hair scattered along his neck. “Damn it, Ansley! Your touch makes me crazy!”

His words were not in vain. They provided the only warning perhaps anyone required. The bed started squeaking. The mattress was ajar.

In a matter of seconds, everyone reached that ultimate high. Cries and moans resounded as the slapping of bodies provided an erotic song. They came, reaching their pleasure together as they found a new pace, an accelerated vibration.

Cocks jumped inside her pussy. Tristan throttled her from behind. And Graham gave her an intoxicating drink of his hot release.

She came, shaking so violently that Graham ultimately slipped from her mouth. With the last of Graham’s release staining her lips, she swiped her tongue across her mouth and sighed aloud.

Tristan withdrew and nipped at her ear. “You were wonderful, baby.”

“You always are.” Elliott winked, dragging his thumb over her extended nipple.

Her heart soared as the final moments of loving led to treasured compliments and lots of praise.

“My woman always takes care of her men,” Graham stated with pride.

Bailey kissed her cheek before he withdrew. He and Elliott pulled out at the same time, both men releasing vocal grunts as if exiting her body inflicted physical pain.

“I can’t wait for the second round,” Elliott said, slapping her hip.

“She needs to rest,” Graham said, leaving the bed. Before he reached the bathroom, he added, “But I’ll count down the hours until we meet like this again.”

“Me, too,” Ansley whispered, only vaguely aware of her surroundings as she nodded off to sleep.

Chapter Fifteen

Ansley awoke with a start. “What are you doing?”

“You’ll sleep better after you soak a few minutes,” Bailey told her, lifting a leg and bathing her.

Yawning, Ansley said, “I must’ve been dead to the world. I thought I was still curled up in bed. I had no idea I was in a bathtub.”

Bailey grinned, dragging the washrag over her breasts.

“Don’t get any ideas. I’m pretty sore.”

“I can only imagine,” Bailey remarked, his hooded gaze drifting over her as slowly as his cloth-covered hand. “You were terrific, Ansley. I’ve never enjoyed a woman more.”

“That’s good to know,” she said, guiding his arm between her legs as she rested her head on the neck support behind her. “I’d hate to think the effort was in vain.”

“Watch it,” he said, washing her pussy. “I’ll slide into that bathtub if I linger here for very long.” His arm spun in a circular pattern as he washed between her legs.