Acres, Natalie - Sex Junkie [Cowboy Addiction 1](Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (11 page)

In addition to losing his brother Scott, Grant had worried about her. The way he handled her now, as if he loved her but intentionally kept some distance between them, broke her heart. She’d caused him unnecessary pain and heartache. Wasn’t it enough that he’d been forced to see his brother die by the very drug she’d chosen to insert into her veins?

How could she have been so self-centered? How could she have been so selfish to chase a superficial high that always failed to fully satisfy?

What kind of woman hurt the very men who’d taught her how to love?

Blake brought her hand to his lips. Sucking her fingers, he flicked her nails with the tip of his tongue, sipping at her trembling digits while he caressed her. The erotic sensation stirred another wave of longing.

Morgan needed them worse than she’d ever needed meth. She wanted their cocks buried so deep she wouldn’t soon forget where she’d been, and how well she’d been loved.

Grant framed her face. He devoured her mouth. Cupping her breast, he flipped his thumb over her nipple. Immediately, she arched against him, rubbing her hard points against his hairy chest.

Her pussy clenched again, the erotic vibrations leaving her defenseless. Her Doms held all the power. Sure, she empowered them by her willingness to submit, but in the end, she gave them what she needed them to have and hold over her. If they dominated her properly, she’d submit to them in a way that might just save her life.

She was a junkie through and through. And addicts possessed the nasty little habit of trading one problem for another.

Morgan stared at them then. Problem, hell. They were the only sensible solution she’d been offered. She gained a bigger rush from them than she often found in her drugs.

“Please, I’ll do anything you ask of me.”

Grant and Blake locked eyes. Blake nodded as if to say she’d been tortured enough.

“Anything?” Grant asked.

“Yes.”

“Then submit to us and accept the fact that you will never do anything without our permission.”

“Yes, I will,” she promised.

“Yes, I know,” Grant replied. “I believe you, Morgan.”

* * * *

The little vixen would’ve promised them sex around the clock at that point. Then again, Grant could just about stroke her at the chime of every hour, too.

He’d never wanted anyone, or even Morgan herself, as much as he desired her then. He had certainly never been so hard, so completely owned by the need consuming him. Once he locked his cock inside her, undoubtedly he’d shoot off like a rocket.

Blake pulled her to him. His legs draped over the end of the mattress, and his feet hit the floor. “Come here, Morgan.”

“You don’t have to ask me twice,” she said, acting as if one more second of waiting might be the last second she had left to seal the deal, the one moment she couldn’t afford to spare if she wasn’t penetrated right then.

And wasn’t that a damn shame?

“Stand between Blake’s legs,” Grant told her, aware just about any threesome position might be difficult for Morgan to manage. Her small body was limber and easily manipulated, but they wanted her comfortable and relaxed. Grant hoped she would not only enjoy their first time together as a threesome, but would also anticipate more of the same.

Gauging the lust in her eyes, he didn’t think they’d have to work overtime in order to keep her interested.

Morgan stepped in between Blake’s splayed legs. Grant stood behind her.

“Beautiful,” Blake rasped, bringing her into his arms.

“Hurry,” she breathed. “I’m on fire.”

“And so you should be,” Grant told her, gripping her hips, which were a perfect fit for his hands.

He lifted her then, and his timing was perfect. The sexy seductress had just lowered her body to Blake’s.

Snatching the lube from the mattress, he bit off the tip and doused his cock with the oily substance again. He wanted to be good and wet when he took her. The last thing he wanted was to cause her unnecessary pain when her body stretched to accommodate two men. He ran his fingers down the seam of her ass, wedging the moist digits inside her hole while preparing her to take him.

“There, sub,” he crooned.

“Are you sure you can handle this?” Blake asked, pecking her lips.

“God, yes,” she replied, the excitement drawn out as she answered him. “Please give me what I need.”

“Beg,” Grant ordered her. “Grovel for your new drug, baby.”

He saw a flicker of surprise flash in Blake’s eyes. And just when Morgan cried out for more, Grant pushed her forward, working his cock to the outer ring of her puckered hole. Her body succumbed to a complete invasion then.

Blake was in place. Grant was ready to earn his share of space as well.

“Relax,” he told her, noticing how her rigid form collapsed against Blake’s midsection.

“I don’t think I can!” she exclaimed, her body writhing under his weight.

Grant grunted then, shoving his cock inside her. “Oh yes you can.”

“Blake! Grant!” she screamed, the cry startling Grant so much that he pulled out.

Immediately, she jerked. “Why’d you pull out? Don’t stop now. Please!”

“Ah fuck,” he drawled, slipping between her cheeks again. If he were any kind of Dom at all, he’d make her grovel a little more. Then again, Morgan could fuck air at this point, she was so hot and wet.

“Let me do all the work, Sir,” she said, riding double like she’d been awaiting the chance to graduate into a more advanced seat.

“There you go, baby,” Grant crooned, fucking her back entrance, giving her a little bit more with every stroke. “Oh yeah, sweetness. Milk it, honey.”

Her snug channel wrapped around him, welcoming him into her tight passage. Her little hole felt like a small, closed fist clenching around him. “Oh, sweet baby. You feel so slick and warm.”

She stiffened as her body accommodated them. Then she rocked them, swaying one way and then the other. “Oh my God. If I’d only known what I’d been missing!”

“Now you do,” Blake said, licking her nipple.

She undulated right then, her tantalizing hips grinding out a scandalous tempo. And as Grant had feared and expected, he was hooked on her sweet loving all over again.

“That’s right, vixen,” Grant rasped. “Use that sexy body. Show us how our submissive woman can move.”

* * * *

Blake’s hooded eyes were as much of an enticement as the foreplay itself. Seeing how much he wanted her, how much he still desired her, made her work harder for his pleasure, his complete satisfaction.

As much as they’d sworn only to fuck her, to use her body for sex alone rather than making love to her, she wasn’t fooled for a second. That disconnection she couldn’t separate. The lust and love were adjoined. With Blake and Grant, the two would always be linked.

Blake was the first man she’d ever loved, and Grant was the last. How could she have sex with either of them without those old feelings resurfacing again?

Now, to add to the list of life complications, she felt as if she were embarking on a new journey, an everlasting adventure guaranteed to change her life. While she was angst-ridden—primarily because of the toll the drugs had taken on her body—she wasn’t necessarily afraid to face the new day.

Her men stroked faster, fucked harder. Their cocks hammered away at the space claimed, pounding inside her as their delivery accelerated and the thrusts went deeper.

To think she’d missed out on this kind of loving! Why hadn’t someone mentioned a threesome long before now?

“You’re so hot,” Blake whispered. “The ginger still burns, doesn’t it?” He screwed her, impaling her with broken taps. His steely cock pulsed with his building release.

“Yes,” she choked out, focusing on the heat, on the wild passion, the unmatched lovemaking.

Blake’s dick thrummed inside her pussy. Grant’s hard rod pulsed inside her ass.

Heavy cocks fucked her as large hands careened over her flesh. Blake kissed her as he pushed himself higher, using her body for leverage as he sank between her folds, held still, withdrew, and buried himself balls deep once more. His tongue fought for its place as eagerly as his dick claimed its own, tapping that spot destined to set her off.

Morgan was sensitive from front to back, thanks in part to the fascinating sensations the violet wand generated. She felt as if her body became one giant wave of static electricity as each man developed a nearly hypnotic tempo.

Their long, erect cocks took stock in her body. Every stroke was worthy of praise as each jolt provoked more moans, and soft cries filled with desperate whispers.

Morgan couldn’t wait to feel their cum oozing inside her, swirling as they punched their way toward the inevitable finish, the end set to mark the beginning of another free-for-all. The last man stroking would inevitably fuck her through multiple orgasms.

Who would it be? She gasped with a harrowing thought. After the never-ending foreplay, she would not be left to finish herself off.

Her head fell back. Blake’s mouth skimmed across her exposed skin. Grant whispered against her ear. “Hmmm, doll. Keep that body right there. Hold still. Oh yes, honey. Let me stroke your pretty ass, sub.”

Grant’s voice moved her. Blake’s eyes guided her. She owned more confidence then than she’d ever possessed in her life. She felt sexy and capable, loved and wanted. Oh God, this was a special moment indeed. Together, Blake and Grant marked her as their sub, their woman, and ultimately their responsibility.

As Blake’s penis rubbed against her, the hotness became more exquisite. Grant hammered inside her ass, his nails biting into her flesh, raking over her skin as the fires became three-dimensional, splitting off in all sorts of flames.

She was close. Her orgasm was near.

“There!” Grant exclaimed. “Now! Oh God, yes. Now you can come for me, sub.”

Morgan screamed their names and a resounding, “Yes, oh fuck yes!”

Her orgasm grabbed hold, and it was like the Titanic, the mother of all releases as she fucked them faster and wilder, her body undulating like never before. The climax made her reckless, throwing her into a progressive movement.

She screamed again and again as her entrances clenched around their cocks. The finish was near but the end wasn’t close enough, as their bodies swayed in tandem. Cocks twitched inside her. Oh hell and damnation, she was hooked on bliss, and this was sex in its rawest form. Pure and exquisite, uncut and perfect.

Morgan bucked under one man while riding the other. The heavy weight of full condoms inspired her all over again.

The wickedness of ginger made its final play, the intensity building again as the men rocked her body, used her sex against her, and taught her one final lesson in the school of loving.

The last orgasm came for her. She held fast to the cocks vibrating inside her, clenching around their dicks as they guided her.

Grant pounded inside her hole. Blake made a final surge. And their bodies found one last quake, trembling together until there was nothing left for any of them to give.

“Oh my God, yes!” she exclaimed, bucking and riding, grinding and fucking. Grant fell against Morgan’s back moments later and Blake’s chest carried the weight of them both.

Exhausted, she collapsed against Blake’s body and whispered against his skin, “Now, I’ve had the world’s greatest and most satisfying fix.”

Chapter Ten

Kilo had never seen anything like it. He lowered the binoculars and looked down at his hard cock, the bulge in his pants damn annoying.

Since when had Morgan, a fucking junkie, made his cock
this
freaking hard? Shit, if he’d known Morgan had that kind of action in her, he would’ve spanked that bitch’s pussy every damn day of her miserable life.

Fuck! What the hell had gotten into her? Since when did she move like a stripper trained to collect a high roller’s dollar?

He studied the house again. Move like a stripper, his ass. She fucked like a whore who could’ve commanded a high-paid escort’s rate!

Man, he’d screwed up when they’d been together. Instead of fucking her and keeping her tight little snatch for himself, he should’ve put her on a short leash and turned her out once a week to the best clients in
Memphis
. That little honey would’ve brought in some pocket change.

Why hell, she would’ve paid his rent.

When Kilo was with her, she was always too strung out, too freaking tired. But damn! He didn’t have to wonder what the hell he’d missed. He’d seen enough in the two previous hours.

“What a waste,” he muttered. Here he thought he had to trade sex for drugs. The way his bitch moved her sweet ass, she would’ve bent over for free and liked the hell out of the cock he fed her.

He took the syringe from his pocket and eyed the lethal fix he’d planned to give her. After watching the way his fucking whore performed, it’d be a waste to give her death’s dose. In fact, he might consider killing her as one of life’s greatest catastrophes.

Maybe Kilo would give his brother a call and let him know what he had to look forward to in the coming days. Once he took Morgan home to
Memphis
, they’d treat her to a little more of the same.