“Oh God! Oh God!”
“Fuck, Tess,” Connor moans. “You are so fucking sweet.”
Someone’s tongue reaches deep inside of me and my hips take
on a life of their own, rearing up and going crazy like some wild animal.
But before I know it, I’m held down by a set of strong
hands. “I’ve ridden broncs that don’t buck this much.” Through the orgasmic
haze in my brain, I realize it’s Wade who’s talking. “What are you going to do
about it?” At first I think he’s talking to me, but he’s not. He’s talking to
Connor.
Connor nudges Wade out of the way and climbs on top of me,
so we’re chest to chest. He gives me a sweet deep kiss and I can taste myself
in his open mouth. Then he leans over to his bedside table, slides open the
drawer and removes a packet from inside. He hands it to me.
“Do you mind?”
I shake my head and get to work tearing the condom package
open with my teeth while Connor moves off me to stand beside the bed. I prop
myself up to face him. I’m about on eye level with his lovely cock and I decide
I’m not quite ready to cover him up yet.
“I’ll be right back,” Wade says as he crawls off the bed and
walks off to the bathroom. I send him a little wave and then turn my attention
back to Connor. Taking him in my hand, I kiss him, sliding my mouth along his
length, licking a vein that’s standing out along one side.
“Jesus, Tess.” He cups the back of my head and threads his
fingers through my long hair.
His scent is warm and musky at the base of his shaft and I
kiss him there before flicking my tongue beneath him, playing with his
distended balls. His moans spur me own, and I tease him with my tongue before
slipping my hand around beneath him to finger his lube-slicked ass.
Connor’s whole body quakes and he pulls himself out of my
grasp. “Dammit! Give me that.” He puts his hand out for the condom.
I hand it to him and he quickly rolls it over his erection,
squeezing himself, I’m guessing to maintain control.
He crawls onto the bed and rolls me on top of him. “Don’t
tell me Wade’s changed you. I like you just fine, all impatient and horny.”
I laugh as I kneel on either side of his hips, letting my
long hair swing gently over his chest while I pull off my unbuttoned shirt.
“Mmm,” he sighs. He lets me tease his skin with the tips of
my hair for a minute or so before he says, “Come kiss me, woman.”
Yeah, I’m not Wade. Though my intention is to pay Connor
back by teasing him, let’s face it, I have no restraint. I do manage to keep
myself propped above him, not touching him, while I bend down to kiss him. But,
it doesn’t last long because, when he unclasps my bra, any shred of willpower I
have dissolves.
Hell! The feel of Connor’s smooth, damp chest beneath mine
is glorious and I slither and gyrate against him, chest to chest, pelvis to
pelvis, lips to lips.
He’s got a firm grip on the back of my thighs and grinds
himself against me. “C’mon,” he whispers against my mouth. “Ride me.”
His words alone make me ready again and I sit up, reaching
for the lovely cock between us, and hold him tight while I position myself
above him.
“Ready?” My voice sounds breathless and husky.
“Fuck yeah.”
In one swift motion I slide down onto him. Oh lord! Connor’s
got my hips in his grasp and starts driving into me from below. It’s heaven,
sweet, sweet heaven. I sit up tall and let him do the work while I arch my
back, caressing my sweat-soaked breasts. The pressure of his cock and my
sensitive pussy is exquisite. It’s wild and fast and satisfying and I let go of
all my inhibitions, crying out with abandon.
Wade has such a commanding presence that I can sense he’s
there, even with my eyes closed. Sure enough, when I open my eyes I find him
watching us with his usual lazy smile. The only difference is, he’s naked
now—completely, wonderfully naked— and he’s slowly stroking his cock as he
watches. Once our eyes meet he comes forward.
“You look like you’re enjoying yourself.”
I can’t answer with anything more than a soft grunt.
My mind is playing time tricks on me. Riding Connor? It’s
all happening in fast-forward. Yet watching Wade’s movements—his half-smile,
the way he opens a condom pack and rolls it over his length, squeezing lube
over himself and using both hands to spread it from tip to balls? It’s all
happening in slow motion. The result is a trembling, fiery sensation low in my
abdomen and I find myself slowing things down with Connor to get in synch with
Wade. I bear down on him, taking him as deeply as physically possible, making
languid circles with my hips, all the while stroking my breasts.
Wade takes my chin in his hand and kisses me. It’s one of
those slow, thorough kisses that’s meant to tell me he’s in control.
There’s only one thing.
He’s breathing hard. Really hard.
I know what that means.
Wade—the epitome of control—is about to lose control. On me.
In me.
Yes please!
I lean into Connor as Wade releases my chin and trails his
hand down my spine—all the way down—to the top of my ass.
Gently, oh so gently, he guides me to lean forward, then
moves around behind me.
Dear God! That fiery sensation has just heated up to a
bonfire as Wade crawls up onto the bed behind us. His fingers dig into my hips
as he leans forward, licking me where I’m stretched taut around Connor. Running
his tongue between the place where our bodies are joined.
Connor starts to pick up the pace again as Wade explores
more of me—all of me—with his tongue. I feel something cool and slick at the
top of my anus, followed by fingers—two of them—pressing into my ass from
behind: working me, loosening me, readying me.
Oh shit!
I fall forward onto Connor’s chest and try to kiss him but
I’m breathing too hard and end up with my head pressed beneath his chin,
panting.
Wade’s moved up behind me now, using the head of his cock as
a sex toy, rubbing my stretched flesh, circling my anus. It seems to be going
on forever and I can’t take it anymore. I need him inside of me so bad it’s
making me crazy.
“Please, please, please…” I’m incapable of formulating any
other word. “Please.”
Finally he’s there, pushing into me for real this time, not
just teasing, and for a second—just a second—I want him to stop because it’s
too much. But I don’t say anything and he keeps thrusting until suddenly he’s
there, deep inside. I cry out from the unbearable, overwhelming sensation of
having two huge cocks in me at once.
“Oh Tess,” Wade murmurs. “Fuck Con, can you feel that?”
Connor’s response is a groan as he continues to drive into
me from below. Connor thrusting in while Wade pulls out, it’s a seesaw of
cowboy cock and my body and mind can scarcely contain the sensation.
My screams echo through the room as do the men’s grunts and
groans.
“Goddammit!” Connor shouts and then holds my hips still as
he plunges one last time. By the shuddering tension in his body I know he’s
coming and the knowledge is a stimulant that forces me over the edge.
“Yes!” I cry as my own orgasm leaves me quaking and
shivering, unable to hold myself up.
In true form, Wade outlasts us both and keeps a firm hold on
my slack hips as he drives himself home again and again and again until he too
grunts his release. He holds me flush against his pelvis, giving short sharp
little bursts as he comes.
Then it’s over and I’m sandwiched between my two best guys;
a mass of sweaty, boneless, spent bodies, entwined and attached in all the
right places.
The men withdraw and we all flop onto our backs, breathing
hard. I’ve got a hand to my forehead because I’m so lightheaded, I swear I’ll
pass out if I sit up right now.
Connor rolls toward me, running his hand up and down the
length of me, from breast to thigh. “That was un-fucking-believable.”
I grunt in reply and Wade props himself up on the other side
of me, gently turning my face toward him.
“Sweetheart? Are you okay?”
That’s what I love about Wade. He’s nasty as all hell in the
sack but then he’s all gentleman
all
the rest of the time.
I smile at him and close my eyes. “I’m perfect.”
“Yes you are,” Wade whispers and leans down to kiss me.
“Okay, lovers.” The bed shudders as Connor gets up and walks
naked toward the bathroom. “I’m famished.”
“Ugh, how can you even think about food right now?” I groan.
“I think I’ll just stay right here.”
Wade gives me a light little smack on the side of my thigh.
“That’s only round one, darlin’. If you want to make it to round two, you’ve
got to keep up your strength.”
Laughing, I sit up. “You cowboys work too hard. You’ve got
to learn how to rest and relax.”
Wade’s expression turns serious again. “Are you sure you’re
okay, Tess? That was kind of intense there.”
I move up onto my knees and take Wade’s face in my hands.
“It was great, besides, if ever it’s too much, I know all I have to do is say
the word and you’ll stop.”
He nods and smiles but there’s a smidge of darkness in his
eyes. He kisses me lightly and turns to gather up the clothes that are strewn
about the room.
Handing me my bra, Wade says, “Get dressed and I’ll take you
back to my room to shower and change. Then we’ll eat and after that? Well, I’d
hate for that hot pool to have been built for nothing.”
I get dressed without any need for further coercion. I’d
forgotten about the hot pool. It’s easy to do when you’re having the best sex
ever with two incredibly hot cowboys.
The shower’s still going when I’m dressed and ready, so I
don’t bother saying good-bye to Connor. I know I’ll see him later.
Wade takes my hand as we step outside. “Now you’re walking
like a cowgirl,” Wade says with a laugh.
I nudge him in the ribs but laugh too. Damn, I am walking
bow-legged and it’s all Wade’s fault, with that lovely, oversized shaft of his.
He stops laughing abruptly and his hand goes slack as we
round the edge of the bunkhouse. Dallas is leaning against the side, a
cigarette hanging loosely from his lips. I can feel his gaze on us as we cross
the yard.
Although the men don’t say anything to one another, I am
well aware that some form of communication has taken place, something that is
totally beyond me.
Chapter Four
T
hat
night we grill steaks on the barbeque, just the three of us, and the bottles of
wine start flowing as we share what’s been going on in our lives over the last
year and a half. Despite Wade’s earlier promises of round two, after moving to
the big over-stuffed leather couches in the lounge, and after the third bottle
of wine, I can barely keep my eyes open.
“You tired her out,” I overhear Connor complain as I fight
sleep.
“Me? I don’t think so. It was all you.”
One of them picks me up, I’m pretty sure it’s Wade. He
carries me into the back where his room is and sets me on the bed. The last
thing I remember before falling asleep is the sound of voices at the door.
They’re raised. In anger? I can’t tell. It’s possible I’m only imagining it, or
dreaming because the next thing I know I wake up and it’s morning.
I’m snuggled under the covers of Wade’s big bed wearing an
oversized tee shirt and panties. I smile to myself, revelling in the fact that
Wade undressed me as I slept.
“Hey, beautiful. Nice to see you’re finally awake.” Wade’s
propped on his elbow, watching me. His chest is bare and I smile because I know
he’s bare everywhere. Man! I must have been exhausted to have slept with such a
gorgeous male specimen lying naked next to me all night long.
I slip out of bed and weave over to the bathroom where I
freshen up as quickly as possible. For some weird reason I feel shy and
vulnerable as I make my way back over to the bed. Maybe it’s the way Wade is
watching me so closely, with that naughty, half-smile of his lighting his
features. It makes me feel overly aware of myself.
“I wonder if you can help me with something?”
“What’s that?” I ask, my voice high and breathless.
“This.” Wade flips the covers and shows me his morning
erection.
Pulling my tee shirt off as I walk, I hop onto the bed clad
only in my panties. “Oh yeah,” I say. “I know exactly what to do with that.”
Kneeling on either side of his knees, I take his warm, hard cock in my hands
and bend down to slide him into my mouth. He’s so big he hits the back of my
throat before he’s halfway in. Sealing my lips around him, I suck but it
doesn’t last long.
Wade eases himself out from under me. “I know you think I’m
made of stone, Tess. But I’m not.” He flips me easily onto my back, spreads my
knees apart with his and makes me watch him roll a condom over his length.
Then, without even bothering to remove my panties, he pulls the elastic out of
the way and slides inside of me.
“There,” he sighs as he thrusts. “
This
is exactly
what I need.”
I wrap my legs around his waist and kiss him as we make love
the old-fashioned way. Maybe missionaries knew exactly what they were doing,
because this position is hitting all the right spots. At the very least, Wade
certainly knows what he’s doing. His strokes are sure and powerful—in and
out—creating a wonderful friction against my clit. Our lovemaking isn’t the
fast and furious kind that Connor and I have shared in the past, but by Wade’s
standards it is more brief than usual.
I don’t mind one bit as I cling to him in orgasmic bliss.
After showering together, where I convince Wade to let me
finish what I started earlier in bed, we stroll down to the dining room for
breakfast. Wade employs a full-time cook for him and the ranch hands. Then in
the summer the kitchen staff expands for guests. I’m pleased to see Ronald, or
Spud, as everyone on the ranch calls him, in the kitchen cooking away. He’s
short and round and bald, except for a bad comb-over. He’s also gruff, un-politically
correct, and has the worst mouth ever.