Van, Becca - Slick Rock Cowboys [Slick Rock 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (7 page)

“What the fuck do you think you are doing? What if I don’t want my pussy shaved?” Tara yelled as she glared at Clay then Johnny.

“When it comes to the bedroom, you will do as we say, Tara,” Clay stated.

Tara saw Clay reach for the pair of scissors and begin clipping her pubic hair. Once he had it shorter all over, he lathered her pussy with shaving cream then began to shave her pubic hair off. When that was done, he grabbed a washcloth from the bowl, wrung it out, then wiped the remnants of shaving cream from her mound. He removed the towel from beneath her hips and watched Johnny move everything out of the way.

Tara saw Clay move back down between her legs until he was lying on his stomach, his head level with her pussy. She felt him blow gently over her exposed flesh and saw his smug satisfaction as her pussy clenched and released. Tara couldn’t help the sound she made deep in her chest as he bent his head down and took one long lick from her wet hole up to her clit. His groan joined hers as his tongue elicited a sharp, pulsing need deep in her womb. She wanted him to bury himself in her body right then, but knew he needed to show her she wasn’t the one in control, and she loved every minute of it. Clay had already told her their rules were to be obeyed, and she couldn’t wait for the two punishments he advised she had racked up.

Tara moaned and bucked her hips as Clay devoured her pussy, sliding his tongue up and down through her moisture-coated folds. She felt him push a fingertip into her body while laving her clit, enhancing her pleasure. Tara saw Clay open his eyes and watch his brother as Johnny lowered his head and began sucking one of her hard nipples into his mouth, whilst he pinched and flicked her other nipple.

Tara was on fire. She couldn’t contain her sounds of arousal any longer, and she thrust her breasts and hips up, demanding more pleasure. She cried out as Clay pushed his finger into her tight, wet sheath until it was buried to the second knuckle. She felt him twist it around inside her body and begin to rub over a sensitive spongy spot deep inside. She’d heard about a female’s G-spot and was ecstatic that Clay had found hers with ease. In a matter of seconds her body was making lewd squelching sounds, and the spongy area inside her expanded toward his finger. She whimpered as Clay rubbed faster over her sweet spot until she was on the brink of climax. She could feel her pussy walls fluttering around his digit, trying to draw him in deeper. She was shocked when he withdrew his finger and mouth from her sex and then watched as Johnny withdrew from her breasts.

Tara screamed and sobbed with frustration. She had been so close, and to have them stop was pure torture, but she knew her men were the ones in control. They were trying to teach her that it was their way in the bedroom as she was to abide by their rules. And she loved every minute of it.

“Do you know how sexy you are, Tara? My God, if you could see yourself the way we do right now. Your face is flushed, your nipples are hard, begging for attention, and this little bald pussy is bright pink. Your clit is protruding, just begging for our touch,” Clay advised in a deep, husky voice. “You have one more punishment left, then we are going to fuck you and send you flying. I can’t wait to have your sweet cunt wrapped around my cock, squeezing and milking the cum from my balls.”

“Please let me go and fuck me,” Tara sobbed, tears leaking from the corner of her eyes, desperate to reach climax. “I can’t do this anymore. I need to come.”

“I’ll let you out of the bindings, sweetheart, but we’re never letting you go. You’re ours, Tara, and the sooner you come to terms with that, the better off we’ll all be,” Johnny said in a quiet voice, full of compassion, as he released her from the restraints.

Tara reached out and pulled him to her, wrapping her arms around his neck and sighing with bliss as his body came in contact with her naked breasts.

Tara saw Clay bend his head back down to her pussy and begin the process of punishing her one last time. She could tell the punishments he and Johnny were giving her were a lot harder on them than they were on her. The skin on their faces was drawn tight, sweat had gathered on their foreheads, and she could see both of their hands shaking At least she was experiencing the touch of their mouths and hands on her body, as well as the pleasure they were inflicting on her. Clay and Johnny had to hold off from what she could see they really wanted to do. She could tell by the longing on their faces and knew they wanted to bury themselves in her body the moment they had seen her naked and spread out before them on the bed. She knew their self-control was being tested to the limit.

Tara groaned as Clay eased his finger inside her wet pussy while he laved his tongue over her engorged clit. Her muscles clamped down around his finger as he slid his digit over her G-spot once more. He flicked his tongue over her clit rapidly, repeatedly, until he had her hips bowed up off the bed. She felt him gently grasp her sensitive nub between his lips and suck firmly as he rubbed the pad of his finger on her sweet spot. She clamped down on his finger hard as he sent her over the edge into ecstasy for the first time. She screamed and bucked, her body shaking uncontrollably, and felt her pussy gush her juices and knew she had covered his hand.

Chapter Seven

Tara felt as if she was totally wrung out after Johnny and Clay had delivered her punishments. She gave a sigh and closed her eyes. She felt as if she were floating on a cloud. She had never been so relaxed or satiated in her life. She wanted to curl up and go to sleep.

She felt Clay move up between her legs, and then she gave a groan as she felt him sliding the head of his cock along her slick, wet folds. She didn’t think she could handle any more of their attention. She gasped as she felt her folds stretch to accommodate Clay’s wide cock, the burning pain turning to pleasure as he popped through her tight flesh.

“Oh yeah, baby. Your little cunt feels so good wrapped around my cock. Can you feel your pussy trying to pull me in? You’re incredible, Tara,” Clay rasped out as he pushed a little more of his cock into her body.

Tara could see sweat rolling down over Clay’s face as he held still, giving Tara’s body time to adjust to his penetration. The feel of his cock sliding back a little then pushing forward another inch was pure heaven. She felt him wrap the palm of his hand around his balls and pulled down firmly to prevent his cock shooting off too early, but she wanted him buried in her now. She wanted to feel his cock sliding in and out of her wet pussy and then to feel him bury himself into her body balls-deep as she felt her cunt ripple and clench around his rod, to feel herself climax around his hard flesh as she milked the cum from his balls, as he shot off deep inside her.

She felt him slide back in again and push into her another couple of inches. They groaned together as their flesh pulsed, the sensations making her want to thrust her hips up into his and feel his cock to the hilt in her body. Much to Tara’s frustration, he held still as she felt the tip of his rod pushing against her tight flesh. She could feel a slight pinch as his cock stretched her virgin flesh. He held tightly onto her hips to control her movements, but she wanted to impale herself on his cock, to feel his hard rod stretching and filling her to capacity.

“Clay. Oh God. What are you doing to me? Please,” Tara cried.

“Please what, baby?”

“Please, fuck me,” Tara yelled as she tried to wiggle her hips.

“Tara, hold still. You need to let Clay set the pace, sweetheart. If you go too hard too fast, you’ll end up hurting yourself,” Johnny stated off to her side.

Tara turned her head to see Johnny climbing on the bed totally naked. She hadn’t even been aware he had moved to remove his clothes. He was built like his brother, only there was more of him. He had more muscles than Clay, was a few inches taller, and his cock looked to be longer, but just as wide as his brother’s. His dark-brown hair flopped over his forehead, and his hazel eyes pinned her to the spot when she moved her gaze back to his.

“I can’t wait anymore, Tara. I need that sweet mouth on my cock. Open up, sweetheart,” Johnny commanded as he ran the tip of his cock over her full lower lip.

Tara slid her tongue from her mouth and ran it over the small hole of Johnny’s cock. The salty, spicy flavor of his pre-cum had her wanting to devour him. She licked around the head of his rod and gave a growl of approval at his groan.

“Oh yeah. That’s it, Tara, get me nice and wet so you can suck me down. Your mouth feels so good.”

Johnny’s explicit words turned Tara on even more. She opened her mouth wide and sucked him into her mouth as she tried to buck her hips, hoping to get Clay to move in her pussy.

“Tara, you look so good sucking Johnny’s cock. Do you like sucking cock, baby?” Clay asked as he withdrew his penis a little from her tight snatch.

Tara groaned as she sucked more of Johnny into her mouth. She swirled her tongue on the sensitive underside of his cock, then sucked him in as far as she could handle without gagging. She set up a slow bobbing rhythm, gliding up and down his cock, using the muscles in her mouth to suck firmly on her up slide. Clay was thrusting his hips, sliding his hard flesh in and out of her vagina, his cock making shallow slides into her body. She wanted him to bury himself all the way inside of her.

She felt Johnny grab a handful of her hair and hold her head still as he began to thrust his hips in a slow, easy rhythm in and out of her mouth. The feel of his cock sliding in and retreating along her tongue, and the sensation of her lips wrapped around his cock were driving her to distraction. The sound of him grinding his teeth made her realize she was giving him so much pleasure that he was on the brink of control. She saw his hand disappear then felt it brush her chin, and he clasped his balls to prevent from climaxing too soon. It was a heady feeling to know she turned him on so much.

Tara felt Clay’s cock hit a particularly tight spot inside her body. She felt the skin stretch, and the slight sting of pain had her flinching and groaning around Johnny’s cock. He must have liked that because he moaned and thrust into her mouth a little further. Clay slid back and pushed into her again and again. She felt the muscles of her pussy ripple along the length of his hard flesh.

“Johnny, help her over,” Clay rasped out.

She saw Johnny lean over her body, still maintaining his rhythm of advance and retreat in her mouth, and then he slid a hand to the top of her slit. He began to massage her clit with the pad of a finger and was rewarded with another one of her moans.

Tara moaned with pleasure as Clay slid back again, grasped her hips more firmly as her walls clamped down on his buried flesh, and thrust through her virgin barrier. He held still as her flesh massaged his cock, gave a growl, and she knew he was close to climaxing. She could feel his impaled flesh pulsing inside of her. She felt him pull back out and thrust in again. Once, twice, three more times, he thrust into her clenching flesh and gave a roar as her rippling, clenching sheath milked the cum from his balls. His pulsing flesh sent her over the edge again, his climax enhancing her pleasure.

“Tara, I’m gonna come, sweetheart. If you don’t want my cum in your mouth, pull off now,” Johnny panted out.

Tara knew she surprised Johnny by sucking his cock into her mouth until he hit the back of her throat when his eyes widened. She retreated to swirl her tongue on the sensitive bundle of nerves beneath the crown of his cock, then suctioned him into her depths once more. The sound of Johnny’s roar made Tara feel so powerful as his cock pulsed in her mouth and shot his cum over her tongue and down the back of her throat. For the first time in her life, she felt what it was like to be feminine and in control of someone else’s pleasure. It was a heady feeling.

Tara wrapped her arms and legs around Clay when he slumped down on top of her. She could feel his limbs shaking and knew he felt as weak as she did, as weak as a newborn foal. Tara was appreciative when he made sure to keep his body off of her by using his elbows to hold some of his weight, so he wouldn’t crush her. She looked up to see him watching as Johnny slowly pulled his deflating cock from Tara’s mouth. She heard his sigh of satisfaction as her mouth made a popping sound as he kissed her shoulder.

Tara could see the experience of making love with her had shaken Clay. She knew they had just set out to dominate and punish her, and she had turned to tables on them by giving over the control of her body and its responses to Clay and Johnny. She was the one who had controlled them in the end. She had made them both lose control and knew she wanted to experience that again and again. It was a heady, powerful feeling. It had her confidence returning, and she knew no matter how much they dominated her, held her down, and pleasured her, she was the one in control of all their pleasure.

Tara heard Clay’s breathing finally slow and noticed his limbs had stopped shaking. She stared into his eyes as he pushed himself up further on his arms so he was once more on his knees between her legs. She saw his gaze move to his brother and knew he was watching Johnny massage her arms and legs, helping to ease her back down from her climactic high. Tara moaned and closed her eyes again. She gave a sigh then curled up on her side, fighting sleep, content at being in their home and at finally having her two men love her with their bodies. She felt Clay curl up at her back, and Johnny climbed into bed, pushing his back up against her front. She wrapped an arm around Johnny’s waist, breathed in his masculine scent, and drifted into sleep.