Green Broke Woman (35 page)

“Quit hogging her,
Jake,” Travis told him.

Jake gave Kayla a
kiss on her forehead before getting off of her. She was surprised to see a
full-length mirror had been brought into the center of the room while Jake had
been ravaging her mouth.

Keith sat on the
couch and pulled her onto his naked lap so she had her back to him and faced
the mirror. Both groaned and ground against each other when his hard cock
nestled into her soft, warm ass cheeks.

“Show her our
papers,” he instructed.

Travis presented
them to her. He’d apparently stripped while she’d been occupied. “We're clean,
darlin
', but here's proof.”

“I believe you.”

“Don't you dare
take our word for it,” Jake warned. “You look those over. People can lie about
their medical history. You've got to be damned sure about what's going into
your body.”

“Those are from a
few weeks ago,” Travis told her. “We've only been with you since you came back
to Kentucky, but we got tested anyway the same as you did. We already know
you're clean.”

Virgil crammed his
hand into his pocket frantically and yanked out a paper that had been folded
multiple times. “I'm clean, too, honey. Here. Take a look.”

Jake laughed.
“A man who walks around with proof of his
fuckability
.
I like it.”

Virgil smirked. “I
don't normally do that, but I thought it might be a good idea if I saw Kayla
again.”

She handed the
papers back to Travis and Virgil. “Thanks.”

Travis nodded and
set them aside.

Keith covered her
mouth, fingers making a
V
as they
rubbed the sensitive nub. “Touch yourself. Let us watch you masturbate. Come
all over my pants.”

Kayla moaned, body
mourning the abandonment when his fingers retreated. She must comfort the
pleading rosebud. She pressed her finger to her clitoris, gasping at how
sensitive it was. She circled her clit slowly at first, trying different points
on the tiny gem to see what felt best this time. She stroked faster, mouth
dropping and head rolling back into Keith at the building levels of pleasure in
her system.

“Stop.”

She rubbed herself
faster, hoping to climax before he could stop her. His hand restrained her
rebellious one, and he gently repeated the command.

“Please let me
come. It hurts.”

“What hurts?”

Damn his
antagonizing questions. He knew darn well what was plaguing her.
“My pussy.
I need to finish.”

“You will. Take a
good, long look at Jake.”

Naked Jake lay on
his back on the carpet. His chiseled body was impressive. Brown wisps of hair cut
short in a stylish fashion. His black coffee eyes touched her all over. Even
with the tantalizing package he made, it was difficult to study his features
for long with his upright cock pointing toward the ceiling, turgid and
prominent.

Keith pushed her
to her feet. “Use his cock to rub yourself, but don't put him inside of you.”

“Teasing bastard,”
Jake muttered.

Kayla trembled as
she straddled him, taking his sweltering erection in her hand. He was massive,
almost as large as Keith and Travis. Long, thick and rock-hard. The mushroom shaped
head blushed scarlet, emitting its crystal dew for her. The male anatomy was
truly beautiful.

She rolled his
penis against her sodden folds, extracting a tortured cry from Jake. The sound
heated her blood, rendering it as liquid fire in her veins. His desperation
empowered her as a woman. He was dependent on her for pleasure. How delightful.

“Faster, baby. It
feels so good.”

It did. She rubbed
harder and faster until the brink of orgasm was within reach. They made an
erotic vision in the mirror. Their coupling fully showcased in the unabashed
honesty of their reflection. She was doing this. She was using Jake Langley's
cock to push herself over the edge, dragging him with her.

Jake's hand joined
hers on his erection, and he took the stimulation up a notch, creating an
earth-shattering friction that burned her alive.

Her whimper
evolved into a near howl when the end came. The orgasm slammed into her,
jarring her senses entirely until it no longer mattered that three men watched
her rubbing genitals with the cowboy. It didn't even matter if the neighbors
heard, or that Jake had suddenly shoved his cock up her and rammed inside her
quivering cunt.

She felt strong,
bare arms wrap around her body, lifting her off him. Her pussy squeezed the
air, crying for union again.

Jake swore at the
enforced desertion. “I was about to come, you
louse
.”

“Jake, our mama
taught us to share,” Travis reminded him.

Virgil snickered.
“Yeah, somehow I don't think this is quite what she had in mind.”

Jake wore a wicked
grin.

Keith's stormy eyes were intense.
“On your knees, sub.”

Kayla sank to her
knees, holding his gaze. If she didn't focus on his face, his cock would be in
view, and for whatever reason she felt it best to avoid staring at his
erection. Somehow it seemed more personal with him than it had with Jake. Was
it because of the Master she strongly suspected loomed in the shadows of
Keith's dominant nature?

Certainly she
didn't love one of her five soul mates more than the other, but she loved them
for different reasons and related to them in unique ways. Keith brought out the
ultimate submission in her as only Master Hugh had ever been able to achieve.

She couldn't
pinpoint the reasons or say for sure why she only desired to be a sub with Jake
and Travis and a slave to Hugh and Keith any more than she could understand why
she craved an equal partnership with Virgil. She only knew she needed them all
and for different reasons.

How mistaken she'd
been to suppose Keith's eyes would be less unnerving than gawking at his groin.
They seared her to the core, setting her soul on fire. Her eyes watered in
fright at his power over her, and she lowered them to the floor. He must never
know.

Maybe she'd been
too open when she'd pleaded for him to make her his slave. Who did such things?
He already had tremendous power over her. With it he could destroy her if he
wanted to. And she wanted to give him more?

Keith lifted her
chin so his erection was before her. “Have you ever worshiped an uncircumcised
penis before taking it into your body?”

She blushed when
her eyes fell on his uncut penis. All her cowboys were uncircumcised, which was
definitely her preference. The cocks of her soul mates were breathtaking and
magnificent. The hard, silky flesh never failed to amaze her. It was
intriguing, exotic. “Five times ... Sir.”

Keith frowned
before a lopsided smile of understanding hitched up one side of his lips.
“Five different men?”

“Yes,
Sir.”

Jake smirked.
“Four cowboys and an old fart?”

She smiled, heart
hurting when she thought of Master Hugh leaving her again.
“Four
cowboys and a long-suffering Master, Sir.”

Jake's expression
became solemn and deferential as if he were paying respects to a deceased
veteran.

Keith snapped his
fingers, kidnapping her attention once more. “Look at my cock, sub.”

She absorbed the
primal flesh, swollen and jacked-up with lust. The veins wound through his
shaft like thick ropes made to see heavy-duty action. Fleshy pinks and
blood-darkened purples stained his broad crown. A milky droplet of pre-cum
seeped from the slit, emitting a masculine aroma that reeked of sexual desire
and a refusal to back down.

“What do you think
of it?”

Her pussy
contracted at his words. “It's really long.”

“Does it please
you?”

Her cunt ached,
remembering how it had stretched and filled her, searing her with his scalding
release. His body was scorching hot as was Jake's. She couldn't wait to feel
the seed of her lovers burning her insides.

“Yes, Sir, your
penis pleases me very much.”

“Kiss my cock and
let me feel the softness of your cheeks on it.”

She gently kissed
his shaft and the head before rubbing the length on her cheeks. The way his
breathing changed as he threaded his fingers through her hair, massaging her
scalp, provided a level of intimacy she had sworn to avoid with him. Sex and
passion with him were more than fine, but worshiping his cock would invite
trouble.

He wanted to be
her Master and she wanted to be his slave, but he wouldn't go that far with
her. He denied them both, and it hurt. Cock worship would only tease them both.
Certainly she could share this with them as her
Doms
and even with Virgil as her lover, but the act of adoration reminded her more
of a slave worshiping her Master.

“Rub your breasts
against my groin,” Keith instructed.

Kayla felt hot as
she ground her chest into his package.

Virgil sounded
excited.
“Hot damn.”

“You should have
her do this to you,” Keith suggested. “It's intoxicating, and she enjoys the
way my pubic hair and testicles feel against her breasts, don't you,
sub
?”

She felt feverish
at the explicit references to his body. Keith normally referred to his testes
as balls, but he seemed to enjoy her embarrassment over his substitution.
“Yes, Sir.”

His stomach
scalded her face where they met. The closeness of his body touched her in a way
she couldn't have fathomed. With his genitals grinding into her chest and her
arms around his well-built frame, she felt a part of him a deep, binding way. She
kissed his washboard abs, eyes stinging. Why did the intimacy and his masculine
beauty choke her up?

Keith fisted his
hand in her hair to pull her away from him. Even the rough demand that caused a
slight tingly pain to her scalp exuded love. He moved his other hand to her
hair and loosened his grip with the right one, interlacing his digits in her
tresses as he swam in her gaze in an almost telling silence.

“Not to interrupt,
but some of us are in pain,” Travis prodded. “I really need our little
darlin
' bad.”

“Quit hogging her,
asshole,” Jake growled.

Keith let go of
her and stepped back. His eyes flickered over to Virgil. “Have you ever been in
her pussy?”

“Nope, just her
mouth, which was heaven,” Virgil replied with a dreamy look on his face. “If
you fellas don't mind, I'd really like to be in her pussy this time.”

“That's fine by
me,” Travis answered, and Keith nodded.

“I'm
gonna
stuff her ass until it suffocates her,” Jake boasted
with a dirty wink at her. “So it's all the same to me.”

“Thanks. Should I
lie down on the couch or the floor?” Virgil asked, seeming mildly shy.

“You should get
naked first and then lie on your back on the couch,” Jake advised.

Virgil's brows
popped up as he looked at the couch, keeping his gaze from them. An endearing
blush dusted his cheeks as he clicked his tongue. “Right, okay then. And you
all are certified straight?”

Travis smiled and
nodded. “We've only been with women.”

Virgil frowned,
seeming a little uneasy.
“By choice?”

Jake laughed.
“Just take your clothes off already, man. He said we're straight, and if one of
us is lying, you'll find out soon enough, won't you?”

Travis shook his
head with a crooked grin. “Jake, you ding-dong, quit messing with the poor man.
You're
gonna
freak him out. We're all straight,
Virgil. No worries.”

Virgil exhaled in
relief. “Okay good. Nothing against you if you weren't, but I'd have to sit
this one out if that was the case.”

He stripped and
reclined against the couch, stiff with nervousness, though his dick rode a
little higher when he smiled over at Kayla.

“Get on top of
him, Kayla,” Jake ordered. “I want you to suck his neck purple while I stretch
you.”

Kayla straddled
Virgil and leaned forward, running her fingers through his soft locks as she
lavished kisses on his neck.

Jake's lube-covered
fingers slipping into her anus was an uncomfortable invasion. “You're so tight,
I wonder if I’ll even fit.”

“Jesus, Jake, give
it a rest,” Keith commented.

“How many fingers
do you reckon I can shove up here?” Jake asked.

She clenched her
hindquarters in apprehension.

“Ugh! Quit
screwing around, Jake. I want action,” Virgil complained. “She's so wet, it's
killing me.”

“I can't help it.
You feel so warm and good and manly.” She snuggled into him as Jake massaged
her sphincter muscles into complacency. He rubbed her anus and nuzzled her back
like an affectionate cat.