Espino, Stacey - Her Cowboy Triple Team [Ride 'em Hard 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

Did sex have a unique fragrance? Maybe her eyes were hooded, her cheeks taking on a flush. She certainly felt reality spiraling out of control. Whatever it was, they noticed like predators to a kill.

“She should be able to choose,” said Ben. “Unless she doesn’t want to choose at all.”

Was he suggesting she remain single or share them both? Her heart was pumping wildly, her stomach doing flips. Participating in a ménage was one of those wicked little fantasies she’d play over in her head, not something she expected to actually experience.

“Please don’t fight. I’m not used to men being interested in me, never mind fighting over me.”

Ben turned to Grant. “You too good to share? If that’s what the lady wants, are you going to deny her?”

“She never asked for such a thing,” he snapped.

She could feel Grant’s cock against her side, still hard and ready. Did the thought of a ménage turn him on as much as it did her?

Ben tilted her chin to face him. “You ever had two men, Kayla?” She shook her head. “You don’t know what you’re missing. Once you’ve had two big cocks shoved in your sweet body, you’ll never be satisfied with just one again.”

“Ben…” Grant warned, but the other man continued.

“One cock in your tight little pussy, and a second wedged balls-deep in your ass. Tell me you’d like to try that, to feel that fullness.”

It seemed he’d convinced Grant even more than her. His tight grip on her eased, and there was a sinful look in his eyes. No matter how much he professed to love her, he was still a man, a sexual being. He parted his lips but said nothing. The three of them were creating their own bubble of wanton desire—one night of experimentation like never before. Would Grant be able to handle it? She knew he’d stop the sequence of events if she protested, but she wanted this.

When he pushed the blanket off her shoulders, leaving her standing naked between them, she had no more doubts to Grant’s mirrored desires.

Chapter Seven

Ben wanted Kayla for his brother.
Austin
had been pining over the pretty girl at the feed store since she showed up in their small town. But he never made the move, certain the other ranchers had already soiled the
Richmond
name. Certain she would be disgusted by his scars. Ben had the same taste in women as
Austin
, and when he saw Kayla for the first time at the Garner Ranch, he knew he had to have her. For a brief moment he saw the future when he looked at her. Together, he and Austin could make her happy, give her anything she dreamed of. She would be theirs. But then he pushed away those foreign feelings, knowing that settling down wasn’t in the cards for him. He wasn’t sure he could ever commit to one woman like his brother desperately wanted. So he focused on securing her for
Austin
.

The fact Grant hated them wasn’t their fault. It seemed the whole town had latched on to the rumor that the Richmonds were going to use GE seed on their fields next spring. The protests had been nasty. Uneducated claims and accusations were thrown out because the townsfolk feared the unknown, feared progress, maybe even competition.

It wasn’t easy living on the fringe of society, shunned by the same men and women he and
Austin
had grown up with. Only a few months ago, they watched sports at Carter’s Bar with their friends, not a care in the world. When the wheat turned bad, everything changed for them. Nobody knew the depths of their hardships and shouldn’t have judged them so quickly.

Ben and Austin had shared several women in the past, years ago in their heyday. But an idea sprouted in his head when he saw the love in Grant’s eyes for Kayla. Ben wanted her but wasn’t ready to kill for her, as Grant appeared to be. Surely to God Grant remembered when they played together as boys and got into trouble as teens. That friendship was sure to resurface once the anger was stripped away. But would it last if Kayla decided to choose
Austin
?

As soon as Grant revealed Kayla’s nudity, he knew the night had just begun. She was everything he’d imagined—better. Her breasts were more than a handful. Full, tempting mounds sloped out into the cutest peachy nipples. He wanted a taste.

“If you want to stop, you just have to tell me,” said Grant, running his hand down her arm. He glared at Ben over her head. “And don’t think this means I’m sharing her after tonight.”

“Wouldn’t dream it.” But Ben knew how sex could change things, pull emotion to the surface, change perceptions. Would Grant deny Kayla if she said she had feelings for him after the night was through? If the other cowboy really loved her, he’d give her whatever it took to keep her happy, even if that included Ben and Austin in their bed.

Tonight Ben would take things one step at a time. Everything was about the woman between them. She was stunning, with lush curves and fuck-me eyes. Her silence, her apparent willingness to share herself, had him harder than he’d been in the afternoon beside her on his sofa.

“Where’s the light switch, darlin’?” asked Grant.

She nodded to the entrance. Ben went and switched off the strong overhead lights in the hall and kitchen, leaving only the soft glow of a distant table lamp. The light revealed an easel near the farthest window in the small apartment. Kayla liked to paint? He’d be sure to set something up for her at his ranch for Monday. Ben could appreciate a woman who held a passion for something. He loved his guitar, had learned from his daddy when he was just a young boy. It wasn’t exactly the manliest of hobbies, and it got him teased mercilessly through high school. But his escape was strumming the strings as he sat amongst the wheat, the sun warming his skin.

“I’ve never done anything like this,” she said, her voice slightly shaky. If she was afraid or intimidated by the prospect of taking two men, she shouldn’t have been. Soon she’d learn the pleasure of being double-fucked, of having two men dote on her, lavish her body until she begged for mercy. There was nothing quite like having his dick squeezed when another man shared a woman’s body with him, so he was anxious to get started.

“Then you’re in for a surprise,” Ben said, crouching so he was level with her breasts. He cupped the weight of one, bringing the nipple to his lips. She was so soft and buxom, filling his mouth full of tit. He’d always been a breast man, which meant he had no interest in the skinny girls starving themselves to look like the latest fashion model. No, Ben liked his women with curves, with tits big enough to drown in.

Grant moved behind her, snaking his arms around her waist. When Kayla gasped, her body jolting, he knew the other man was tormenting her clit. The dual stimulation would help ease her into their world of erotic bliss. She needed to get good and wet, leave her lucid thoughts behind, and allow them to teach her new delights of the flesh. He knew the Garner brothers were no angels, so she was in for a treat.

“You want your pussy sucked again, baby doll?” asked Grant, nuzzling her neck, his hands still teasing.

“Yes. Please…”

Ben wanted a taste of Kayla, especially knowing Grant had already sampled her sweet, little pussy. It was his turn to show her what his tongue could do. “Lay her down on the coffee table. I’ll get her started,” he said.

Ben was half expecting Grant to protest, to try and lead this party. Instead, he moved the few items off the table, threw the blanket she’d been wearing over the hard, wooden surface, and eased her to her back.

“You okay with Ben going down on you?” She nodded, her eyes heavy with desire. “That’s a good girl. Will you do the same for me? Suck my cock while he’s eating you?” Another nod.

Ben parted Kayla’s legs as he got down to his knees at the end of the table. She was already glistening under the soft lighting. He’d be able to bring her to a peak in no time. Grant kicked off his boots and jeans, standing a few feet away, stroking his erect cock a few times. He must be waiting for him to get started before offering Kayla his dick to suck.

Ben dove in, feasting on her like a starved man, not holding back or slowly getting her used to his invasion. She was ripe, sweet, and the sooner she came, the sooner they could move forward with the evening’s festivities. Kayla squealed, a sexy, feminine sound which drove him to suck more vigorously. She began to writhe, but he encircled her thighs with his arms, his face buried in her cunt. Kayla wasn’t bone and muscle but soft and delicious.

“Don’t fight him, sweet thing. Try and relax. It’ll feel better if you give yourself over to him.” Grant rested one knee near her head, his cock bouncing by her face. “Take your frustration out on me. You can suck as hard as you like, but no bitin’.”

* * * *

Kayla was having an out-of-body experience. She didn’t know where to focus. The stimulation was coming from everywhere. Her pussy was pulsing under Ben’s lively, probing tongue, and that massive, beautiful cock of Grant’s was right in front of her. She opened her mouth, and he fed a few inches in. This was the first time she’d had a dick in her mouth. It was hot and silky but hard and unforgiving as he fucked her with it. Had she ever seen a dick that big? It didn’t seem natural to be so well endowed, but it turned her on that he could put other men to shame. She tried to relax her pussy and her throat, as he’d said. It helped. The heat and pressure began to build in her lower stomach as Ben tirelessly pleasured her.

“She’s good with her mouth,” said Grant.

His encouragement moved her to suck harder, deeper. She wanted to please him, give him the same pleasure he’d given her. The lighting was minimal, and all she could make out was Grant’s ripped abs, so close to her face. She could smell his musk, feel his heat. Her own fire was burning between her legs.

Ben was merciless, not stopping or giving her a moment’s reprieve. If he continued, she’d burst into flames, and she really wanted to be fucked proper. Would they stop if she didn’t hold off?

Grant eventually slipped away, his cock still rigid. He stood beside the table and watched her, lightly stroking himself. By now her body was shaking, her legs weak as her orgasm surfaced.

“I’m so close,” she said. She was entering that euphoric phase where all sensations were magnified and perfect.

Ben’s goatee and chinstrap were scraping her flesh raw as he tugged her clit in deep pulls with his thick lips.
One, two, three
…and she came. Kayla let out a strangled moan, her hips rising up and her hands gripping the sides of the table as an anchor. She felt out of control, falling and spiraling as wave after wave crashed through her body.

Ben rose to his feet, shrugged off his plaid shirt, and then tugged off his white undershirt. He was tattooed, the black scrollwork on each arm and his lower stomach reminding her of something dangerous and forbidding. Why did the ink have a direct link to her hunger? She’d never seen many tattoos up close and personal. Grant didn’t have any that she’d seen, and neither did her brother. Looking at Ben awakened new, primitive desires within her. She wanted to lick those patterns all the way down to his cock. Kayla also wanted to know why and how he’d gotten them. She imagined each work of art had a story, and it intrigued the artist in her.

“You taste like honey, baby. I could live between your legs.” She could tell Ben meant every word, and it aroused her knowing she didn’t disgust him and that he would willingly bring her the same kind of pleasure again and again.

“Well I’ve been here long before you showed up. I’m only a man,” said Grant. The poor guy was displaying herculean control under the circumstances. “I need some pussy.” He scooped her up into his strong arms and carried her to the only other room in the small apartment.

Her bed was a twin. It was the same one she’d carted around the province since she was a teen. There was something essential about keeping familiar items with her on her journey. Her bed promised comfort and security in a relatively capricious lifestyle. At least she could sleep in peace, but now her mattress would hold a new meaning—one of hot, passionate sex with two men.

Grant lowered her down onto the soft bedding, so much better than the firm wood of the coffee table. No lights were turned on, only the very dim lighting from the partially opened door offering her shadowed images. “Please tell me you have lube, sweetheart.”

She did, but was embarrassed to admit it. What reason would a single woman have for keeping lube in her bedside table? Kayla rarely used it with her toys because they served her best when pressed to her clit for quick relief at night. But on occasion, when she was particularly horny, she’d fuck herself with a lubed silicone phallus. The cold, lifeless toy was no substitute for the real thing, but she expected it was the best she’d ever get—until now.

“I might,” she said.

Grant opened the little drawer beside her bed as if he’d been in her apartment a thousand times. “You’re not as innocent as you appear, are you, baby doll?”

“It’s just hand cream.”

Ben chucked his pants and crawled up onto her bed, the mattress dipping, the springs protesting. He was a big boy. They both were. “Nothing to be ashamed of, baby. You know what you want, but you don’t need toys when you have the real thing. Anytime you feel hot and bothered, you give one of us a call.”

She loved the sound of his offer but not the casualness of it. Kayla could appreciate a night of reckless abandon. She was turning thirty tomorrow. As a grown woman with no attachments, she was free to do as she wanted, but deep down she knew one night wouldn’t be enough. She wanted a commitment, wanted to know they belonged to her and she to them. Sex was a passing fancy. If there was to be more than tonight, there would have to be love involved, real feelings, and security. Were these young cowboys capable of such a feat?