Espino, Stacey - Hogtying the Cowgirl [Ride 'em Hard 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (13 page)

“I’m not very hungry.” She wanted to be fucked by her two men. They could discuss the intricacies of their future, the Wilders’ store, and worry about eating later. Much later. Right now they’d planted a seed in her head that brought her body to life. She needed them to show her what if felt like to be double-teamed by two hardcore cowboys.

“I’m hungry, Angel. Hungry for your pussy.” Landon licked his licks. She had to open her mouth to breath. Was it possible to orgasm from words alone?

Clay asked the waiter for the bill and they all stood to leave. Her eyes drifted to Clay’s tight-fitting Wranglers. His erection traveled down his pant leg, the line of his rigid dick prominent. He was huge. Her desire to rub her hand up and down his jeans over that happy trail was distracting.

They left Landon’s truck in the parking lot and boarded Clay’s quad cab with the trailer attached. Every bump in the road sent a wave of potent energy through her pussy. But she wouldn’t start begging now and ruin whatever they had planned for her. They were heading back to the deserted
Taylor
ranch, the place that reminded her of the sweet mix of pleasure and pain when Clay had spanked her ass without holding back. She was hoping they were taking her there as a symbol of what was to come.

“Where did you find the stallion?” she asked, hoping to break the silence.

“Landon found him and was kind enough to return him.”

Angel wondered what kind of truce they had made between each other. Whatever it was, she hoped they were somehow able to help Landon’s parents.

They pulled into the overgrown path shortly afterwards, the gravel and twigs crunching beneath the tires and trailer clanging behind them. Once they came to a halt, Clay cut the engine and shifted on the leather seat to face her. “We’re here. Any chance you want to turn back now?”

“Are you suggesting I’m afraid? Cowgirls aren’t scared of anything.” And she was already committed to this sex party. She’d gone from an uptight virgin to a wanton nympho in a matter of a week. But she wouldn’t offer her body to just anyone. Never again. Clay and Landon were one of a kind, perfectly suited to her personality, and understanding of the past she found difficult to let go of.

“I tend to believe that. Just wanted to be sure this was what you wanted, darlin’, because once we start there’s no turning back,” said Clay.

Landon leaned over from the backseat. “Ah, come on, Clay. The girl has a right to change her mind. I won’t enjoy myself if I think she’s had a change of heart partway through.”

There was a minute of silence.

“We’ll give you a safe word. You pick one you like,” said Clay.

She didn’t know what a safe word was, and the reaction on her face must have given away her naïveté.

“When you use the safe word, at any time, we’ll stop. But once we stop we won’t start up again. We’ll bring you home and that’ll be the end of it. So you can cry and scream and cuss and fight, but without the word, we’ll continue. Do you understand?”

Angel wanted to get started right away. This was the kind of sex that was perfect for her. She could have her fun and pretend to deny them, knowing they’d continue as long as she kept quiet. “Since we’re here to pick up my stallion, I’ll use that.
Stallion.
”

As if the word confirmed their date in the barn, both men exited the vehicle. She followed after them like an anxious puppy. They were both such large men that their strides left her in the dust. She had to jog to meet up with them. She hadn’t had doubts about their offer until she entered the dim interior of the barn to find them both standing there waiting for her. Broad shoulders, muscled arms, strong thighs, and bulging cocks—their bodies were built for sex. Like her times with Clay, she craved to give up control, to be guided along the path of pleasure. There was still so much for her to learn, and she knew both these men were skilled and experienced.

“Take off your clothes, Angel.” Her jaw dropped. She was going to argue with Clay, but what was the point? This was what she wanted. The idea of stripping for them—in the light of day with the late summer breeze flowing through the center of the barn—made her nerves flare in a twisted, naughty way.

She pulled off her fancy shirt first, her hair fanning out over her back in a soft sweep. They hadn’t moved, just watching the show being played in front of them. “Bra too,” added Landon. She’d never have guessed, but her best friend and new lover were well suited together. Landon had a sexual side to him she had no idea even existed.

Angel unclasped her bra, watching their hungry reactions. They reminded her of wolves waiting their turn at a bloody carcass, mouths watering and attention riveted. Without being asked, she unzipped her jeans and kicked them off along with her boots.

“Panties,” said Clay. She had to build up her courage for that final step, the one leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. After a deep, cleansing breath, she slipped them off, too. She was tempted to cover her privates with her hands, but somehow knew Clay would scold her for hiding herself from him.

“Look at her, Clay. Have you ever seen anything so perfect?”

“Not in my lifetime.” Clay motioned to Landon to pass him something. He dug through the saddle bag he’d flung over his shoulder when they walked to the barn.

“What’s that?” she asked, trying to get a better look at the item in question.

“It’s a little something to help prepare you. Now come on over here and lean over, hands on the bench.” She did as he asked. “No, no. Legs straight and a foot apart.”

Angel shifted into the desire position, leaving her ass exposed to their inspection. She felt a cool, slippery substance being lathered on her asshole. Memories from the night before came back. Visions of Clay’s monster cock sliding in and out of her tight opening through the reflection in front of them. Was he going to fuck her ass right now, and in front of Landon? She wasn’t sure, but decided she loved Clay’s nasty, and craved more, needed more.

The pressure came next as something was forced into her tight rosette. She instinctively clenched when she felt a foreign material, not Clay’s warm cock. “What’re you doing back there?”

“It’s a butt plug, Angel. It’ll be our little helper today, limbering you up for Landon’s dick.”

“Now where did you buy a thing like that? I surely know we don’t have a sex store in town that I know of.”

“Hush now.” He ran his hand up and down the length of her spine, over the globes of her ass and back. The other continued to battle with her tight anal ring that was trying its damndest to keep the toy out. “Relax, baby-doll. Push out against the pressure. Remember how your cute little ass stretched for me? Imagine you’re opening up in the same way.”

She tried her best, wanting to move on to the next step. One that promised stimulation and release. She gasped once the toy finally slid fully in, safely past the most difficult hurdle. Clay slapped her ass cheek hard. “Now stay put until I tell you to move.” She felt like an idiot leaning over the bench with her ass in the air, a toy protruding from her nether hole. But it also felt dirty, forbidden, and thrilling.

“That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” said Landon. “I’m dying to get a taste of her pussy. I can see her lips all swollen and glistening.”

“I ain’t stopping you,” said Clay. “Just make sure she stays put. She don’t listen and she’ll be punished. We have to train our filly to suit our needs.”

Landon crouched down behind her, a hand on each calf. Her body trembled, becoming weak in the knees. She could feel the moisture flowing from her body, coating her intimate parts. Any minute and her dew would drip down her thighs. That first swipe of his tongue made her forget the butt plug entirely. That one lick was all that was necessary to gain her utter devotion to the dark side. He lapped at her, fucked her with his tongue. All the while he made deep, masculine sounds in his chest reminding her of a man delighting in a feast fit for a king.

“Don’t let her come,” warned Clay, pulling her out of her euphoria. Landon’s mouth slipped off her clit, leaving her bereft, desperate for more. She stood up and turned, searching for her lovers.

Clay and Landon shared devilish smirks, as if they expected her to disobey and reveled in it. She’d done everything they’d asked so far. Her only crime was taking her hands off the bench. Would they punish her just for that?

Chapter Thirteen

Clay was in his element. All the desires he’d stifled since moving to his new town came back with a vengeance. Angel’s skin was flawless, her breasts sloping out into tempting peaks, her nipples the color of ripe peaches. He could stand back and admire her figure all day, but she’d just broken the rules. It was the excuse he needed to really start this party. Clay wanted to see Angel bound and begging, so wound up she was tempted to use her safe word—but not tempted enough.

“Why’re you looking at me like that,” she said, still frozen in place.

“No, you tell me, Angel.”

“Because I didn’t stay where you told me to?”

Landon grabbed a length of rope off a hook behind him. “I think she moved on purpose.”

“I tend to agree.” Clay paced in an arch around her, not reaching, not touching, keeping her on the edge, wondering what was next. “She knows exactly what she wants. She’s just afraid to ask for it.”

He nodded to the other man, who moved into action. Clay would make everything right with Landon when all was said and done. He wasn’t a monster, didn’t come here looking to destroy lives. He’d met the Wilders last week. They were good people, reminding him of his own parents before they were killed. The thought of being responsible for their family business going bankrupt soured his stomach. There had to be a way to make amends. His new operation was already thriving. He was sure there was a place for Landon and his parents in the great scheme of things.

If he had to share the woman he coveted, it would be with Landon. He was a decent man, and they got along well. Never having a brother, he suspected Landon would fit that bill perfectly. They both understood Angel’s needs, the delicate way to handle her. Maybe it would take two men to give the little hothead enough attention and discipline.

Landon secured her wrists together in front of her, using a hogtying knot. She never fought him, which surprised Clay.

“Her ankles, too,” he said. “She needs to be hogtied.”

The cowboy proceeded to scoop her up into his arms and lay her down on the bench. With her knees bent up, he bound her ankles. Not tight enough that she couldn’t open her legs slightly. It seemed Landon knew what he was doing, but then again, it seemed most cowboys knew how to hogtie a woman as well as a calf.

“I don’t like this,” said Angel. He was surprised she’d kept quiet this long. Her chest rose and fell in heavy succession.

“Are you ready to use your safe word?” he asked.

“I don’t like being unable to protect myself.” She tested her binds, but found them secure.

Clay knelt by her head and kissed her forehead, gently brushing away the stray blonde hairs from her face. “Do you think I’d hurt you?”

“I don’t know you.”

“Then I’ll have to teach you to trust me. What better way than giving up your power?” Clay was determined to win the cowgirl over. She’d confided in him, pulled down her greatest barrier. Surely she could trust him with her body. He’d taken things slow yesterday as he took her anal virginity. Clay may enjoy some pain with his pleasure, but only if his partner wanted it as much. Angel had enjoyed being spanked, but he wouldn’t push her into anything she was uncomfortable with.

“Don’t you hurt me, Clay Roberts. You promised.” He knew she was referring to his promise never to hurt her, never to leave. It was a promise he planned on keeping. The young cowgirl needed to learn there were good men out there, men she could trust—love.

“This cowboy keeps his promises.” Clay let his hand slip from her face down to her breasts. He took his time, memorizing every inch of her curves, enjoying the way her skin quivered under his touch. His woman was ticklish.

Landon unbuckled his belt, eying Angel from the end of the bench. The younger man was just as pent up as he was, his cock straining behind the denim of his pants. As much as Clay would like to make this day last forever, Landon was too eager to get started.

Clay bent over and tossed her bound body over his shoulder like a sack of grain. He spanked her ass, holding her in place while Landon spread out three layers of saddle blankets on the ground next to the bench.

“Okay, Clay. Set her down on her knees.” He sat on the bench, his cock jutting out from his open zipper, chest bare. Clay cautiously set Angel down on the saddle blankets. She rested her tied hands on the small section of bench between Landon’s legs. He’d never watched a woman he cared about suck another man’s dick, but he’d never really cared about anyone the way he did Angel. This would be a test of his self-control. To watch without partaking, to share without seeking revenge.