Southern Seduction [Bride Train 8] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (33 page)

“I want to make you so hot that you’ll want to take my cock in your ass.” She gasped, but didn’t pull away. He thrust his fingers in her, imitating what his cock would do. “You think you’re ready for that, Casey?” She moaned as he rubbed her clit, then opened her legs even farther. “I think you are. I think you want to do anything and everything that one or more of us wants. Is that true, Casey?”

Her fingers went to her buttons. Head back, she opened her dress as he finger-fucked her. She opened a white vee from her neck to where his fingers played.

“Yes,” she whispered.

He groaned, almost erupting. He pulled his hand free, lifted her to her feet, and brought his lips down on hers. She thrust her tongue inside his mouth, demanding to be the aggressor. He let her lead for a moment, then sucked at her tongue. She faltered, then gave in, letting him plunder her mouth.

He finally had to pull back to breathe. He let her dress slip to the floor. She stood there in front of him, head high, breasts proud. Naked.

He quickly stripped, dropping his clothes at his feet. She waited, her eyes on his pulsing cock. She licked her lips and looked up. One side of his mouth curled up in a lazy smile. He beckoned to her with his fingers, then pointed to the floor in front of him.

“Suck my cock,” he whispered.

She shivered, her chest heaving, and walked forward. She bent, arranged his shirt and pants into a thick mat, and knelt. She grasped him with her fist. His hips jerked at her touch. She squeezed, looking up at him with a saucy wink.

“I can hold you in my fist,” she said.

He let his fingers drift through her silky hair. “That’s why my cock is going to fill your ass first,” he murmured. Her eyes widened. She looked at his cock. “I’ll stretch you first with my fingers. By the time I push the head past your tight ring, you’ll be so hot that the sting might even make you come. Just like the sting of Cole’s hand on your ass.”

Byron guided her head, encouraging her mouth toward his cock. She stopped with her mouth an inch from the purple head. Her breath warmed him as she panted. Puffs of air that made him curl his fists in her hair to stop himself from grabbing her hair and shoving her head forward.

The tip of her tongue flickered at the very tip of his cock. He hissed and jerked. Her low chuckle rose to his ears. He opened his mouth to speak, but she did the same and swallowed him.

All. The. Way.

He felt his cock touch the back of her throat. Just for a second, but God it was good!

She teased him with her tongue and teeth. Her soft, hot mouth contrasted with the sharp scrape of her teeth. He groaned and backed his hips away, gasping for breath, and for control.

“There’s too much more to do tonight,” he panted when she complained. He reached down and scooped her into his arms. He tossed her on the bed, warned her with a look not to leave, and went back to the kitchen area. He grabbed the cup of lard Marshall had prepared, and the lantern. He hooked the lantern from the ceiling where it would light the whole room. He kept the lard in his hand, warming it.

Casey, knowing he watched, moved languidly on the bed. She spread her legs wide, giving him a view of her pussy curls, then rolled onto her back. She arched her back, dug her heels in, and lifted her ass at him. Just a few inches, but in definite welcome.

His cock was ready to ream her, but that would destroy everything. He needed to ease her way. He suddenly remembered something he’d overheard when he walked by one of the other ranch cabins. He whirled around and went back to the kitchen. Hadn’t he seen something on the counter…

Yes. A carrot that Casey had missed putting in the stew. Maybe Marshall had interrupted her. It was almost as wide around as his cock. He picked it up, trying to bend it. Because it had sat out and got warm he could bend it a bit. It was still damp from being scrubbed. Now all he needed was something to go through the thick end.

He found a thin, straight stick about quarter inch thick, six inches long. It took him a minute working with his thinnest knife but he managed to push the stick through a hole in the end of the carrot. He smiled in satisfaction. Perfect.

Casey lay on her back, legs splayed. She had one hand on a breast, the other in her pussy. He held up his carrot. It was his turn now.

“Up on your hands and knees,” he ordered.

A small frown crossed her face as she looked at the carrot, but she rolled over and did as he said. The lamp lit up her long back and the soft curve of her ass cheeks. He set the cup of lard on the bed beside her and the carrot on her ass. He scooped lard onto his fingers and, pulling her cheeks apart, ran a finger between them. She twitched. He scratched at her little brown ring. An inner ring of pink appeared for a moment. He scratched again and, when he saw the pink, inserted his finger to his second knuckle. She gasped and clutched him tight.

“Relax and take my finger,” he ordered.

The pressure relaxed a bit, so he pushed all the way in, held it a moment, then pulled back. All slow and gentle. She shuddered when he pulled back. He did it again, his finger entering more easily this time. He kept his finger going and leaned forward to play with her breast and nipple. She relaxed even more, so he added a second finger. He moved them, shifting their position in her. She groaned in encouragement.

He continued until he had three fingers in her, pumping and twisting lazily. His cock throbbed, desperate for release. He released her breast and pulled his fingers out. She made a tiny sound of distress.

“Give me a minute and there’ll be more,” he promised.

He slathered the carrot with lard, pulled her cheeks apart, and aimed it at her asshole. The end was thinner than his finger, so it easily slid in. He pulsed it as he pressed, deeper and deeper. The carrot started small but quickly got thicker. She tensed.

“What are you doing?”

“I’m preparing you for my cock.”

“That’s not your fingers I feel.”

“No, it’s a carrot about the same thickness as me.” He twisted it, making her gasp. “I’m going to push it all the way to the end, and leave it in for a while.”

“A carrot?”

“Yep. I fixed it so it won’t go all the way in you.”

He pulsed it deeper, still twisting. The bumps on the side of the carrot must be giving her all sorts of sensations by the way her ass moved around. A drop of sweat ran down his temple. He gave the carrot one last push and held it there.

The rattle of the door made Casey jump. He leaned forward, wrapping his arm around her chest so she couldn’t escape.

“Shh, Casey. It’s just Marshall coming to bed.”

They heard the thud of a boot hitting the floor, then another. Marshall padded across the room. He leaned a hand against the wall and grinned down at them. Casey no longer struggled, so Byron moved his hand to her breast. He used the other to hold the carrot. She clenched her ass, making it more difficult to press the orange toy inside.

“What’s that you’ve got there?” asked Marshall.

“A carrot. It’s easing Casey into enjoying some new fun.”

Marshall began unbuttoning his shirt. He gave up and hauled it over his head. He tossed it away and went for his pants, keeping his eyes on the carrot. Though he must have come at least once with Casey already, his cock was raring to go again.

“Can I play?”

Marshall climbed on the bed without waiting for an answer. He nuzzled Casey, nibbling on her lip until she let him in. Byron kept up the slow pulsing, making sure Casey could take it all the way. He slid his clean fingers between her pussy lips. She was swollen with arousal, slippery with need. When she clenched she squeezed his fingers.

“You sure love kissing, woman,” choked Marshall. He ran a knuckle down her cheek to her neck. “You think you can ride me with Byron working that carrot in your ass?”

“Casey’s pussy needs something other than my fingers,” murmured Byron in her ear. “Don’t you?”

Marshall flopped on his back and held out his arms for her. “It’s up to you, sugar,” he said. “But I haven’t had enough of you tonight.” He winked. “Don’t you want to share me and Byron at the same time? Two men, both doing everything to make you feel so good?”

It only took a moment for Casey to climb onto him. She straddled his hips, leaning over for more kisses. As both Marshall’s hands were busy on Casey’s breasts, Byron helped her to slide onto his partner’s cock. The carrot tried to escape but Byron eased it back in again.

“Dang, that’s fine,” murmured Marshall. “How’s it for you?”

Byron looked at Casey’s pussy stretched around Marshall’s cock. All that mattered was that she was enjoying their touch. Whose hand, fingers, cock, or mouth touched her didn’t matter. As long as Casey wanted it.

She pressed her hands on Marshall’s chest and rose up. He kept hold of her breasts, the heels of his palms supporting while his fingers and thumbs aroused her with little pinches. Byron reached for her clit. He massaged it with his thumb, small circles that built on her previous orgasms.

She rose on her knees, and then bent forward, forcing him to release her clit. But she didn’t need his thumb when she ground herself against Marshall’s pubic bone. Both of them groaned as she slid forward and back.

He hadn’t realized how watching his woman being pleasured could bring his own desire for her to such a peak. He had to have his cock inside or explode. He kept one hand on the carrot, keeping it in place, and slathered lard over his cock with the other.

He leaned close to her ear, whispering. “You want that carrot, Casey? Or do you want your man’s cock in your ass?”

She gasped at his harsh words and turned to him. Eyes wide and glassy, she licked her lips. Then, thank God, she nodded.

“Pull back for a bit,” he ordered Marshall. “Give Casey a good, deep kiss. Show her how wonderful she is to want us pleasing her.”

Her ass went up in the air when Marshall held her face and encouraged her lips onto his. His cock also pulled back until only the head remained inside her pussy. Byron slowly pulled the carrot out and tossed it away. Her asshole stayed open for a moment in silent invitation. A thin ring of dark pink beckoned.

He gave her another dollop of lard, rimming her. He placed his palms on her lovely rounded cheeks and pressed them apart. Marshall ran his hand over Casey’s back, then gave him the signal to go ahead. Byron set his cock against her and pushed.

He stilled at her groan. Since he was placed he had a hand free. He put it where it needed to be, back on her clit. Immediately she opened to him. He sank an inch, then another, while Marshall kept her mouth busy and he fingered her clit.

She was tight, and hotter than he ever imagined. She looked so damn good with her ass in the air, presenting for him. He looked where his cock disappeared into her. He urged his hips forward, testing her reaction. Her tight pussy was nothing like this. Her ass was hotter, tighter, and more intense than he could have imagined. He blinked back sudden tears. She trusted him enough to let him show her this pleasure. Didn’t that mean she could one day maybe love him?

“Move back and forth,” she said. “Like you did with the carrot. That felt good.”

Byron instantly obeyed, finally doing what he’d wanted since he saw her first bend over. Her groan, deep and low, was not in pain. He stared, fascinated at her ass swallowing. Stuffing it deep, then letting it go. Could she come this way? He damn well was going to whether she did or not!

“God, Casey, you feel good,” he murmured. “Hot and soft and—” She clenched him. He almost came. “Dammit, woman!”

He spanked her cheek once, just enough to get her attention. She jerked and he sank all the way in. He rubbed her ass, smoothing her small pain with his touch. The lard made her slippery, her soft skin even smoother than normal.

He leaned forward and kissed her shoulder. “You all right?” She clenched him again, but slow enough that he could enjoy it without erupting. “Good enough,” he answered, chuckling. “Your turn, cousin.”

As Byron pulled back, Marshall set Casey down on his cock. By could feel him through Casey’s thin walls. If sharing the woman they both loved felt so good to him, Casey must be going wild. By her gasps and moans, and the twitches that ran over her skin and through her body, she was lost in sensation.

So was he, or at least, damn near. He couldn’t let go because he was directing the show.

They see-sawed for a few minutes, slowly gaining momentum. Casey started taking control, pushing back on his cock while more of Marshall was in her pussy. It made her even tighter. She ground her clit against Marshall, forward and back, shoving her ass on him as deep as he could go.

Sound suddenly intruded. Gasps and moans, the slapping of wet flesh. He closed his eyes. The scent of her arousal, of her soap and her body, enveloped him. His balls tightened, the hot coil of need tightening. She had to come first. He lifted her shoulders so that she sat deep on Marshall while impaled on him. His fingers found her clit once more while his cousin pinched her breasts.

Her orgasm clamped down on his cock so hard he could do nothing but react like an animal. He pressed her forward, still fingering her. He pulled back, almost out, then pumped. One, two, three…and then erupted. His mind went blank. Nothing existed but the woman he held, the woman he filled.

Byron was just beginning to think again when Marshall roared and thrust up. He gripped Casey’s ass and bounced her on his cock. Byron eased back, gulping air. Casey’s scream and convulsions proved Marshall had brought her another orgasm.

She slumped forward. Byron followed, needing to hold her. He supported his weight on his hands, but had to touch her back with his chest. Had to have his wonderful woman’s skin next to his.

A moment later Marshall snorted. Casey bounced. Marshall laughed and she sat up. Byron rose as well, though he put an arm around her and held her breast. To support her, of course.

“Between a hangover and missing this, Cole is not going to be happy,” said Marshall. He laughed again. “But I sure as heck am.”

“Me, too,” said Byron. Thank you, Casey.” He kissed her neck. “I hope I didn’t hurt you. That was wonderful.”