Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (39 page)

Bailey quickly found a rhythm and Graham grabbed her hips. Tucking his arms under hers, he found her nipples. Pinching the tight beads, he nipped at her shoulder. Her insides quivered as Graham found her ear and lapped at her lobe, licking around the shape until her nipples burned. Her cunt was warm and wet, clenching with pure need.

Without much of a warning, Graham slipped right inside her damp folds. The awkward shift of his body left him towering over her, his chest mashed against her back. He bracketed his arm tighter around her middle. “Damn, baby, you feel so slick and hot.”

She muttered against Bailey’s cock, enjoying the familiar way in which Graham stroked her, the uneven tempo he set and kept.

Bailey’s cock twitched against her tongue, the pulsing flesh growing harder, longer. He was more than a mouthful and quite delicious on the palate. He smelled freshly showered, peppered with cologne, and salted with a man’s natural fragrance, spicy and rich.

Graham locked his cock in a higher place. He stroked her pussy walls with a broken rhythm. A hard thrust here, a sudden jolt there.

Oh dear God, Ansley would come upon request!

The natural way they used her body for their pleasure and hers was too much to bear. She needed to fuck them, love them, and do it again and again until the sun came up and then ducked behind the horizon once more.

She took a deep breath and inhaled Bailey’s scent. The mixture of nature surrounding them made her feel completely free. Freshly mowed hay, honeysuckle still left on the vine, and unknown wildflowers growing nearby only drove her lust and her need to be wild as her two lovers fed her growing, and quite insatiable, appetite.

Bailey placed his hand at her nape, guiding her over him. Graham slapped her ass and a moan left her throat, the unexpected vibrations apparently driving Bailey right to the edge. His pace changed, the tempo gaining a rapid speed as he swung his hips toward her.

Another wallop resounded, and a flood of heat washed over her as her nipples became painfully stiff. Rising to Bailey’s tip, Ansley breathlessly whispered, “More, Graham. Deeper.”

Then, she dropped her head over Bailey’s cock and completely consumed him, dragging her tongue up and down his shaft, whipping that oral tool around his size before she completely devoured his dick, taking him all the way to the back of her throat.

Graham struck her bottom with additional hard swats. Another muffled cry was stuck in her throat as the burn settled in her skin. Seconds later, Graham’s palms were flat against her cheeks.

A throaty growl resounded as his pace quickened. Her pussy gripped his cock, refused to let him go. And with harder fucking, more rapid beats, the end was arriving too soon, far too early, but Ansley knew how to work around that small inconvenience. Dropping her hand between her legs, she rolled her clit under her fingertips and threw her hips back and forth.

Graham hollered out like a cowboy riding a mare into the night, and her body undulated right on time. She thrashed around under his weight as he took hold of her waist and hauled her body to the right and back to the left, acting as if they were dirty dancing under the moonlight.

She immersed herself in the loving feeling, sipping from Bailey’s cock, aware of his head falling back over his shoulders, the soft whimpers of fulfillment leaving his lungs. Graham’s advances were uneven, slower then. His cock swelled deep in the core of her pussy and then thumped several times against her collapsing walls.

“Fuck me with that mouth, Ansley,” Bailey demanded. “Right there.” He rose up in a half-seated position, plucking her nipples, rubbing and teasing them. Then, he fell against the rough surface underneath him, throwing his arms behind his head before he completely surrendered.

As Bailey’s dick struck her throat, tapping against her tonsils, Ansley bounced her bottom, rolling her hips forward and back. Graham fucked her. He screwed her harder and harder with a twisted, grinding stroke.

Now they were getting somewhere really special.

A ripple of his appreciation left him, and he hurriedly pulled out right before his release overtook him. A spray of his excitement hit her chilly cheeks as Bailey’s cum shot across her tongue, coated her tonsils, and ran down her throat.

“Oh God, Ansley,” Graham breathed, leaning over her back and rubbing her clitoris. “Here, honey. Let me bring you some extra pleasure, too.” He fondled the hard button, caressing the firm bud. Then, he pinched her intimate lips and slipped three digits between her saturated folds.

Bailey withdrew from her swollen mouth and reached down, locking a nipple between his finger and thumb. An explosive wave rocked through her body as Graham’s fingers plunged and dipped, twirled inside her at a pace so rapid, she swore under her breath.

“Slow down,” she begged.

“Come,” he ordered.

Bailey stopped touching her and studied her intently, staring into her eyes with a lusty gaze she’d never forget. “You heard him, Ansley,” he said in a low voice. “Show us how pretty you are when you come.”

Graham shifted and yanked her head back, gripping a handful of hair. When his kiss parted her lips, she found her release, bucking wildly as his fingers surged through her channel, a scooping motion literally driving her into multiple orgasms.

When she collapsed against Bailey’s thigh, she breathed a sigh of relief. “That was pretty damn good.”

Graham leaned over to grab his clothes, and Ansley couldn’t resist popping his behind. “Shit, Ansley!”

She laughed and sashayed to the front of the vehicle, gathering the items she’d thrown in one pile and immediately dressing. “If you’re man enough to dish it, you’re man enough to take it!”

He gaped at Bailey. “I told ya. She has these Dominatrix tendencies. I worry about her.”

Bailey winked at Ansley. “I don’t. She’s playful, but she’s a submissive through and through.”

Ansley shrugged. Bailey was right, of course. Perhaps it took four men to awaken her need to be dominated and controlled and, most importantly, to show her what she’d been missing.

* * * *

“Damn! I knew I should’ve stayed with Ansley!” Tristan yelled, punching at the wind.

In spite of the lingering possible dangers, Brock couldn’t help but snicker. He remembered those early days of a budding romance. Trixie used to drive him crazy with her impulsive notions. She’d tell him she’d be at one place, and by the time he’d catch up with her, she was thirty or forty miles away from where he should’ve found her.

“You think this is funny?” Tristan asked, glaring at him.

“No,” Brock replied, scratching his head. “It’s just…let me give you boys a word of advice. Ansley’s the spittin’ image of her older sister. If you think you’ll ever be able to tie her down just because there are four of you and one of her, then you’re wrong. She’ll keep you on your toes.”

“I don’t like surprises like this,” Tristan said, pacing.

“Learn to deal with it. Otherwise, she’ll drive you crazy.”

“He’s right,” Elliott said, kicking at the gravel. “Guess we might as well go back inside. The least we can do is have a beer while we wait.”

Tristan dug his phone out of his pocket. After his attempts to reach Bailey were unsuccessful, he said, “Something is definitely wrong.”

Brock shook his head. “Trust me. They’re fine. Ansley probably didn’t want to wait out here with nothing to do. She probably talked them into a drive down the road.”

Elliott frowned. “Wait a minute. I know where they’ve gone. We rent a place a few miles from here.”

“Well, come on. You can show me how to get there,” Tristan said, hurrying toward his automobile. “Bailey is responsible, so this isn’t like him. We were inside longer than expected. He would’ve been back here by now. He isn’t picking up his phone, and I don’t like it.”

Brock frowned. “You’re sure he wouldn’t have been sidetracked?”

“Not right now. That’s not Bailey. You’d just have to know him.”

“Sounds like the two of you have been friends awhile.”

Immediately, Elliott swung his gaze at Tristan. Brock noticed the way they stared at one another in complete silence. They were hiding something. That much was obvious.

Brock stroked his chin. Whatever it was, they probably wouldn’t tell him. Brock finally said, “All right then, boys. I’ll follow ya. Keep trying Bailey.”

“I’ll do it,” Tristan promised. “But I’ve got a feeling about this, and if he doesn’t pick up, something is definitely the matter.”

Chapter Twenty-Four

Jordie Anne needed to take a minute and collect herself before she approached them. With her hand still lingering right inside her panties, she rubbed her clit one final time and jerked when another last shot of satisfaction zipped through her pussy and left her in a doubled-over position.

Oh Lord, how she missed voyeurism and exhibitionism. Mitch had always been keen on showing her off in public, and right before the drugs ruined her life, they’d visited some Virginia underground clubs where she’d engaged in watching others. She loved watching open sex acts, and Mitch used to enjoy seeing her perform after strangers had successfully worked her into a complete state of arousal.

Catching her breath, she narrowed her gaze and looked through the trees. She was irritated at herself after she had time to think about the acts which inspired her excitement.

She secured her black pants and yanked her top over her full breasts. Once more, she cursed herself. If she hadn’t been so turned on by the threesome’s unfolding acts, she could’ve ambushed them, crept up on them when they least expected company.

What a dumb broad she was!

To make matters worse, Ansley had a smoking-hot body. She wondered if Trixie possessed the same. If so, would Mitch be disappointed in her when he was finally released from prison?

She took a weighted breath, and as she released the tortured sigh, she said, “I’m sorry, Mitch. I just can’t let any of them live. I can’t risk you finding love again once I’m sent away forever.”

Jordie Anne stepped away from the mature trees and full bushes, traipsing over a patch of wildflowers. Nervously opening her purse, she withdrew her gun and ran toward them all at once.

“You over there! Freeze where you are!” she screamed.

The larger fellow, an obvious cowboy, given the fact he wore a ridiculously large Western hat, shoved Ansley behind his back. The other one, the one Ansley had blown to kingdom come, shot toward the trees.

“You fucking coward!” Jordie Anne yelled.

“Jordie Anne?” the Cartwell woman called out. “Jordie, we don’t want to hurt you!”

“Shut up, bitch!” she screamed, panicking when headlights lit up the area.

A vehicle spun in the dirt and gravel. Seconds later, Brock rushed toward her. He left his car door open, his engine running.

Jordie Anne swung her arm toward him. “Don’t take another step, Brock,” she warned, aiming toward Ansley and her guardian with the next swing. What a stupid fucking man. He was apparently willing to die for a whore!

“Put the gun down,” Brock said, easing toward her with his arms out, palms forward.

“You’d better listen to him,” the one who darted out of sight called out. “I’ve got a gun, Jordie Anne, and believe me, I’m a terrific shot.”

“He is,” one of the new arrivals told her.

Her gaze rushed over him like a free-flowing fountain. She recognized him from the club. Oh yes, he was the one who’d most likely called the authorities on her in the first place. Still, she couldn’t help but give him a compliment. She said, “You’re kind of cute. Blue is definitely your color.”