Love Under Two Cowboys (21 page)

Carrie found herself in the same situation as she had so often over the last few weeks—totally naked in the presence of these two fully dressed and totally virile cowboys, and horny as hell.

“How come y’all always keep your clothes on ’til after I’m naked? Every time, I’m not only completely naked, but trying to catch my breath from coming before the two of you even undress.”

“That’s real simple, sugar. It’s ’cause once we’re naked, we’re on you and in you before you can blink. Or haven’t you noticed that little fact? Hell, the only hope we have of making this last for all of us and giving you your pleasure first is if we keep our pants on ’til the last minute.”

“Yep.” Brian kissed her shoulder, and then he rested his chin there and looked down the front of her body. “We gotta keep these monsters of ours behind the protective barriers of our denim, until it’s time to unleash them.”

Carrie tried very hard not to laugh. She turned her head just slightly so she could look at Brian’s face. Of course, since his cheek was so close, she kissed it, and then she licked it. “I’m so glad you have no problems with self-esteem, there, cowboy,” she said.

“Course I don’t, darlin’,” he said. “I’m Texan.”

Carrie grinned. Some men could put on a cloak of arrogance—and she readily would admit Texan men did it faster and better than most—and it just grated on her nerves. When the brothers Benedict slung that cloak over their shoulders, it always just fit them better than fine and looked oh, so sexy.

Oh, Carrie, you are so far gone, you can’t even be seen through a telescope
.

Carrie figured there was no point in pretending otherwise. She reached out with her right hand and stroked down the front of Chase’s denim, her fingers appreciating the enormity of the bulge she felt there, just below his belt. Then she reached behind with her left hand and measured the truth of Brian’s boast.

No doubt about it, he, like his brother, had a cock of monster proportions. That didn’t mean she had to make things easy for them. “I don’t know. So far, I’m getting a whole lot of lip service with no real action to back it up. Could be y’all just have a couple of cucumbers stuffed down your drawers, tryin’ to impress me.”

Chase’s mouth twitched, a sure sign he was fighting his laughter. Carrie kept her eyes on him. She’d learned to expect the unexpected with them both. If she kept her gaze on their eyes, she could usually count on at least a couple seconds’ warning before they made their move.

But it wasn’t Chase who moved. It was Brian.

Carrie shrieked and then covered her mouth with her hand to stifle the sound when Brian lifted her around the waist and then tossed her onto the bed. She bounced once, and then he fell on her, pinning her in place.

“I’m thinking you need a spanking for your cheek, woman.” Chase loomed over her, his arms folded across his chest.

Carrie could barely hold in her laughter. “Well if you
do
spank me, I hope to hell it is
on
my cheek. Actually, on both of them, if you don’t mind, to kind of balance things out.”

“Sassy wench.” Brian flipped her over onto her stomach. His hand landed hard and fast on her right ass cheek, and Carrie squeaked in surprise. He grunted, and landed three more quick smacks, left, right, and then left again.

Carrie had stopped laughing. Her body tingled, the heat now radiating out from her bottom sending tiny little snaps and sizzles of erotic pleasure and arousal all through her.

Her clit, that shameless hussy, just shivered and tingled and begged for more.

“
Oh, God.
” She couldn’t hold in the groan. She never would have imagined she would get turned on by having her ass smacked.

“Well it just gets better and better for us, doesn’t it, darlin’?” Brian changed his position slightly so that he lay half on her and half on the bed. His chest covered only a part of her back, leaving the rest of her body, especially her bottom, uncovered and open to his hands. He ran one hand over her ass, smoothing her flesh and spreading the heat from his smacks all over her bottom.

“Y’all have turned me into a raving nymphomaniac.” She felt itchy and needy and so aware of everything, of every breath of air that brushed over her skin, and every inch of the stare these two men were laying upon her.

Her clit twitched again, nearly throbbing in need, and she imagined it standing straight and tall as it reached for pleasure. She tried to angle her hips against the bed so she could rub the hungry little nub against the bedcover. It wouldn’t take much, she knew, for her to come.

“No.” Chase’s stern one-word admonition sounded a couple seconds ahead of
his
hand landing on her bottom, hard. “You may
not
make yourself come, sugar. Your climax is for us to give you.” He bent down and kissed her where he’d smacked her. “In fact, don’t come, period, until we give you permission to do so.”

“Don’t come? But I
like
coming! I want to come!” Carrie made her bottom lip protrude just a little. Don’t come until they gave her permission?
Now that just doesn’t sound fair at all
.

“We’re glad to hear you like coming. Of course, we never would have guessed that on our own, so thank you for advising us.”

Carrie knew she didn’t imagine the laughter in Chase’s voice. Then he said, “Hang on to her while I go and get what we need for that sexy little ass of hers.”

“I’ve got her, don’t worry, big brother.”

Brian didn’t sound amused. He sounded smug. She felt him shift on the bed and lean closer to her. He began to kiss and lick the shell of her ear, something he had to know was guaranteed to make her shiver and quiver and moan.

“You’re sounding pretty pleased with yourself, cowboy.” Looking over her shoulder, she could just barely manage to see him.

He moved slightly, so she had no trouble meeting his grinning gaze. “Not nearly as pleased as I’m going to be in a few minutes, darlin’. I’ve wanted to get my hands on that pretty ass of yours for
weeks
.”

Chase came back into the bedroom from the bathroom. He held a towel, which he laid down on the bed, close to her head. Within that nest of terrycloth was a pink cone-shaped object, widest at the center before it tapered and then spread out to include a circular, flat base.

Carrie recognized the object, of course. She had never worn a butt plug before, but she’d seen them—both in person at an “adult” toy store and online.

The plug they were preparing to insert in her ass appeared to be a hell of a lot smaller than their cocks.

“That’s pretty tiny, don’t you think?” She couldn’t honestly see how that toy could possibly help to get her ass ready to take their cocks.

“We bought several plugs, sugar, in graduated sizes.” Chase set a tube of lubricant down beside the toy. “I think you’ll find that plug will feel plenty big enough, once we get it inside your ass.”

“And even bigger yet, darlin’,” Brian said, “when we fuck your pussy while it’s
still
inside your ass.”

Carrie no longer felt like laughing or teasing. Their words were driving her crazy. “Do it. Hurry up and just do it!”

“Looks like our Carrie’s getting a bit desperate, doesn’t it?” Brian’s words puffed against her shoulder. He kissed her there and said, “On your knees, woman, facedown on the bed, ass in the air.”

She felt herself tremble and didn’t care. They did this to her every time, made her quake with need for them. She moved, and then gasped when she felt fingers on her anus, fingers coated with lube. Cool and slick, the gel-like substance amplified the arousal she got from having her anus stroked.

Pressure against her opening made her moan. They’d done this before, used a finger to touch her, one time even penetrating her back passage a little. Of course, they’d timed it just right, just as she teetered on the verge of orgasm, and that little penetration had shot her off like a Fourth of July rocket.

This time, the penetration felt more deliberate. Hell, it just felt
more
, period.

“Your ass is so tight, sugar.” Chase sounded as if he spoke through gritted teeth. He moved his finger in and out of her, and then began to move it in a circle. Carrie understood he was stretching her. The burn eased and became a subtle layer beneath which her arousal took on a new dimension. She moaned, and flexed her inner muscles.

“Don’t clench. You need to learn to just lie there and relax, to simply
submit
.”

There was that word again
. “More.” She needed more, because her hormones began to dance and cheer and she wanted that to continue.

“Tell me if it hurts.” Chase eased his finger out of her ass. Before she could complain about that, it returned, with more lube and reinforcements, in the form of another finger.

Carrie made a hungry, needy sound as she felt Chase press those two fingers against her anus. He pushed with a steady pressure, and she felt that burn again as her tiny rosebud began to open beyond where it had already been stretched. As the burning sensation grew, she felt her anus slowly open even wider. The burning continued to increase, edging toward pain.

This pain was unlike any that she’d ever felt before. Far from dampening her mood, it got her hotter, wetter, and set her whimpering for more.

“Hmm, I wonder if Chase is making you hornier, darlin’? Why don’t I just find out?”

She felt the bed dip, and realized she hadn’t even noticed he’d gotten off it. He pressed against her and she felt his naked hip, and then a soft brush as his hard cock touched her, briefly.

She couldn’t brace for the reality of Brian’s hand stroking her slit, or for his fingers delving between her pussy lips. She knew he’d find her cunt, dripping with her juices.

“My, yes, you are so very wet. Remember, now, don’t come yet, sweet Carrie.”

“Please!” She moved with Brian’s hand, feeding her body’s addiction to the kind of pleasure only these men had ever given her.

“Careful, sugar. If you come before we tell you to, we’ll have to punish you.”

God help me, that sounds better than fine
. She had no problem with the concept of disobeying them and taking whatever punishment they wanted to give her.

But her desire to please them outstripped her need to please herself. So instead of indulging herself she indulged them, and bit down on her horniness. Thinking baseball stats wouldn’t do it for her. Maybe trying to come up with a new recipe would.

“You need to relax your hips and thighs, Carrie.” Chase’s voice sounded close to her left ear. “You’ll need to do that before we get this butt plug inserted. You need to practice that relaxation, because we’ll have trouble getting our cocks inside you if you don’t. Trust us, sweetheart. We won’t hurt you.”

She wasn’t sure she understood what he meant. How the hell could she relax when she was fighting the urge to come? Chase kept moving his fingers in and out of her ass, and Brian kept moving his fingers over her slit, spreading her juices all over her labia, even touching her clit.

“Please.” She didn’t know how much longer she could take the exquisite torture they subjected her to.

“Shh, you just have to wait a couple of moments more, Carrie.” Chase kissed her shoulder, and then slowly drew his fingers out of her ass.

She moaned, needing that wonderful stimulation to return, and then she gasped because she felt something
other
touch her anus.

Harder and less warm than those fingers had been, this new thing pressing against her anus also felt a lot bigger than the little pink butt plug had appeared to be.

“Easy, sugar.” Chase pushed with steady force, and she felt her opening stretch, and felt that plug inch its way into her. The burning turned to a pain that grew, and Carrie clenched in response.

“Don’t, darlin’. Don’t clench. It’ll just make it hurt more if you do.”

Brian must have been able to feel her muscles tightening, and she wondered if that was why he had his hand on and in her pussy.

Chase eased up on the plug, turning it side to side as if he meant to try to screw it into her. She felt him place more lube there, on her opening, and around the plug. And then he began to push anew.

Brian began to center his fingers, stroking her pussy in such a way that he came close to her clit.

“Yeah, here we go. Now, brother.” Chase’s words, just above a whisper, sent pleasure skittering through her.

Brian rubbed her clit, back and forth in a fast rhythm even as she felt the pressure on her ass surge.

Then Brian pinched her clit at the same moment the plug slid into place. “Come for us, darlin’. Come now.”

Carrie’s body obeyed instantly. Her orgasm erupted, so hot and huge it seemed to have a will of its own. A keening cry filled the room and she didn’t even care if anyone else in the house heard her. The pleasure that flooded her defied description, and defied control. Ecstasy, pure, liquid, and shimmering cascaded over her and through her and all she could do was let it take her.

Brian had never seen anything hotter in his whole life than his woman as she erupted into orgasm. He loved knowing that her pleasure came from them. The sounds she made as she came seemed to electrify his cock and bring out the primitive in him. This time was even more erotic than every time they’d had together so far.