Espino, Stacey - Hogtying the Cowgirl [Ride 'em Hard 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (14 page)

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Angel stared at the virile cock in front of her. She knew what Landon expected of her, and she couldn’t deny she was curious and tempted to take him in her mouth.

If she used her safe word to end things now, she’d never get to have both men at the same time. It obsessed her waking thoughts, and she knew it had to happen if she were ever to keep both men. Only a week ago she was ready to die an old spinster, but now she was determined to win the love of not one, but two cowboys. It was surreal but also the most natural thing in the world. The men got along as if they were meant to share her.

“Come on, Angel. This is all for you, only you.” She could see the need on Landon’s handsome face. His blue eyes pleading her to soothe his aching cock. She wanted to give him pleasure as he’d given her, but it was more difficult than she expected. Angel took a tentative lick of the broad, darkened head. He groaned and dropped his head back against the stall boards.

“I think he likes it, Angel.” Clay was right there beside her, watching, running his fingers comfortingly through her hair. It was titillating performing for a spectator. “Go on, it’s easy. Take as much of his cock in your mouth as you can.”

She was a cowgirl, not supposed to be afraid of anything, certainly not her best friend’s beautiful dick. This was her choice, no coercion, only the unspoken promise of a relationship, of love. She needed to be accepted, loved, with no strings attached.

Angel closed her mouth over his erection, not sure exactly what to do. Landon stayed still, holding the root of his shaft steady for her. He wasn’t gross, but silky against her tongue, warm, and thick. This was Landon’s body, an extension of him, so she should essentially love his cock. Angel’s scattered thoughts and rationalizing fizzled away once she worked up a rhythm. She became lost in the act, savoring Landon’s taste, musky scent, and most of all, the rugged, gravely sounds he made. In less than a minute she learned what he liked, which movements of her tongue or pressure of her sucking pleased him most.

“That wicked tongue of yours is put to much better use on my cock, Angel.” He reached forward and held each side of her head. “But you best stop now or I won’t be able to hold on much longer.” She sat back on her heels and swiped her lips with her closed fists.

“She’s behaving too well for us to keep her legs together any longer. I expected more of a fight from our wildcat, but it seems she’s learning what she likes real fast. It’s time we start what we intended to,” said Clay, pulling out a switchblade. He helped her to her feet and then bent over to slice through the rope between her ankles. She kept quiet, not asking why her wrists weren’t cut free as well. At least she could run and kick.

Angel watched Clay remove his shirt. She wanted to touch the small patch of hair between his pecs and the trail leading into his Wranglers, but she couldn’t. In fact, her tongue was lively, desperate to lick all those sun-kissed muscles. Maybe they were safer with her hands bound. Her lust was climbing off the charts, her body hot and unsated.

“Now, I’m taking out the toy. Brace yourself, darlin’.” Clay slipped the silicone phallus out of her ass and set it aside. She’d actually forgotten about the butt plug, too focused on Landon’s cock and the forbidden act. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want both our dicks inside you at the same time.”

Angel nodded, earning her a frown. “Say it.”

“Yes.” She wanted them to take, not ask. It felt wrong to admit to wanting something so vulgar.

“Spank her ass, will you, Landon?”

Her so-called best friend didn’t hold back. He spanked her ass with a splayed hand so hard that she fell into Clay’s chest. Damn, he smelled good.

“Tell me in detail what you want us to do, Angel,” Clay insisted.

“I want—I want both of your cocks inside me, filling my pussy and my ass.” If felt erotic as all hell hearing herself say those naughty words aloud. If her brothers could hear her, they’d lock her away in the cold cellar until the cows came home on their own. But it was just her, Landon, and Clay in this private, rundown barn. Her horse was in the farthest stall, occasionally whinnying and pawing the floor. She felt just like that horse, a kindred spirit. They both needed to learn to trust, but once that love and security was established, they’d be loyal to a fault.

Clay kissed her lips once and then stripped off his remaining clothes before lying back on the cool, wooden bleacher. His cock was huge, just as she’d remembered from yesterday. That same erection had entered her ass as she watched in the mirror. “Come sit on me, baby-doll. Straddle the bench and ride my cock. Show me just how naughty you can be.”

Her pussy was so wet, so achy, just pressing her legs tight together made the pulse deepen, on the cusp of orgasm. She mounted her cowboy and lowered herself over his waiting erection. He guided her down, inch by inch, until she was sitting on his hips with his cock buried to the hilt. Clay filled her completely, quenching the burning need inside her walls. She sighed, contented she finally had him where she wanted him.

Landon knelt on one knee beside the bench and cradled one breast into his hand before feeding it into his mouth. As he suckled her tit, she felt Clay’s dick throb inside her. He still hadn’t moved, a sign of Herculean control. But he held her hips in a too-tight grip, the sting of pain making her clit tingle.

As he let go of her breast, he rose to his feet and kicked off his boots and jeans. “Ride him hard, Angel. Get yourself nice and wet. I’m coming to join you in a minute.”

Angel took over since Clay wouldn’t act. She rose up and dropped down, using the strength in her thighs to power her movements. He was so long and thick, each down thrust caught her breath. It took her a while to work up a steady tempo, which began to remind her of riding her old mare. Skills in the saddle seemed to translate well to riding a cowboy—the shifting of her hips, use of her feet and legs to lift her off the saddle to push the horse forward. Now her lifelong training was being used to offer maximum pleasure to one of her men. His eyes rolled back in his head and his jaw tightened depending how hard she came down on him.

More hands. Clay held her hips, but Landon’s hands snaked around her body to fondle her bouncing breasts. She could feel his cock rub against her ass as he moved in close behind her. He whispered in her ear, “Lean over. I’m coming in.” Landon kissed the side of her neck before easing her chest to chest with Clay.

His lubed cock didn’t need as much preparing as Clay’s did the night before. It had been prepared by their toy, readying her for this moment. The sensation of him filling her wasn’t pain, but not pleasurable yet, either. She grunted as he fought for entrance. Her sensitive nerves and seldom used muscles awakening from the intrusion. Once she felt the two dicks collide, squeeze for space, she began to fully appreciate what they were offering. There wasn’t a single place in her body not lit up, sated, and throbbing.

“You okay?” asked Clay, stroking leisurely up and down her backbone.

She nodded rapidly.

“I want to hear you. Does it hurt?”

“Just…full.” She felt so full she was close to gagging. That tightness, the tentative balance between full and bursting, was an orgasmic line to walk on. When they began to work together, sliding out of her pussy and ass in a scissoring motion, her orgasm rolled in like a freight train. There was no stopping it. No holding it off for a while longer. Her pussy and ass clenched down on the cocks in a merciless hold.

Angel cried out, screamed their names as her release went on and on and on. They worked her body the whole time, making her crazy and overstimulating her clit. If they continued, she knew she’d come again, and she wanted to. That moment before she’d peaked had been like getting a glimpse of heaven. Then the soul-ripping contractions tore through her body.

Clay kissed her hard, his mouth claiming hers as both men fucked her body. The intimacy of kissing added another layer to their lovemaking. Landon fucked her ass and teased her nipples. Clay rocked in and out of her pussy, his pubic bone rubbing torturously on her hypersensitive clit.

“After today, you’ll be ruined, darlin’. You’ll never feel full enough with just one of us,” Clay said against her lips. She supposed it was only fitting. They’d both made their mark on her in different ways, no less significant. It was appropriate that she’d need both men physically and emotionally.

New pressure began to build as they pounded into her, working up a rough and steady pace. Her tits were jiggling as she supported her bound forearms on Clay’s chest, her ass raw, her pussy soaking. When she ignited the second time, her pulsing body pulled both men to orgasm. They grunted, squeezed, and fucked as they claimed her. Her body was deliciously sore, and sated so fully she could sleep for a week. Landon slipped out of her ass as she collapsed over Clay. Their bodies were sweaty, hot, and exhausted.

Angel didn’t want to move or think, just lay still, listening to the steady beat of Clay’s heart. Did it beat differently now? Had she made a lasting impression on him? Only time would tell if their budding ménage would last.

Chapter Fourteen

Landon pulled into Clay Roberts’s driveway the next day. He’d asked him to stop by around one o’clock in the afternoon to talk business. Landon hoped to God this was the miracle he’d prayed for. Since their ménage relationship was quickly progressing, Clay had probably had a change of heart and wanted to ensure his parents’ store would stay in business.

“Afternoon,” he called out after slamming his truck door shut. Clay was in the training pen with Angel’s new stallion. She wanted to leave it at Clay’s ranch until she could explain everything to her family. Angel said the horse would sense the hostility from all the questions, especially when her brothers found out about her two lovers. She’d always been such an animal lover.

“You made it. Good.” He offered the horse a treat from his pocket and came over to lean against the opposite side of the fence.

“I see you’ve been making a lot of progress with him. He’ll be a fine horse before you know it.” Landon watched the stallion dancing behind Clay, its black coat glistening under the sun. The horse had made progress, but it was still too wild to be saddled. Just the lightweight training saddle on him was making him nuts as he attempted to buck it off.

“Baby steps.” Clay stepped up one fence rung and then bound over the fence to join him. He brushed his hands off on his jeans, adjusted his Stetson, and waved Landon to the front porch. They sat down on the stairs in the shadow of the overhang.

He didn’t want to push the topic, but Clay was the one that asked him to stop by. “So what was it you wanted to speak with me about?”

“Well, you probably have a pretty good idea how I feel for Angel. I’m not the type to love ’em and leave ’em. I’m too old for that game, and Angel’s not the kind of woman you give up once you have her. Seeing how she loves you and all, I wouldn’t feel right having any bad blood between us.”

“So you’ll shut down your warehouse?” It was the only viable solution he could think of. His parents were doing just fine until Clay showed up. Once the new business moved out, their feed store would be in demand once again. His parents would be out of the red, and he’d be worthy to ask for Angel’s hand in marriage.

Clay frowned. He picked up a piece of dried wood near his boot and then pulled out his pocket knife. “You can’t expect me to just close down my business, Landon. It’s not that simple. I have money invested, employees that depend on me, property and land I’ve had to purchase, and contracts signed with dozens of farmers.”

He stood up, getting the drift of where this conversation was heading. “So what
business
do you want to talk with me about then?”

“I wanted to offer you work—you and your folks.”

Landon looked up at the sky, replaying the words over in his head before laughing out loud. “You want us to work for you? My parents have to go from owning their own successful small business to working for the man that cleaned them out?”

“That’s not what I mean at all, and you know it. I’m trying to make peace so we can have a successful relationship with Angel.”

“It all looks good from your perspective. What about mine? My daddy always taught me that nothing was more important to being a man than hard work and his word. You’re the big landowner with the million-dollar company. Who am I? The schmuck who works for you earning a laborer’s wage? Even I wouldn’t want me.”

Clay continued to whittle the piece of wood, his movement more aggressive, larger chunks of shrapnel rocketing off into the distance. “She already wants you, wants the both of us. Why must you make things difficult?”

“I just want her to respect me. I want to be able to go to her folks who I’ve known all my life and ask for her hand without them worrying I can’t provide.”