Shoulda Been A Cowboy (23 page)

But the visual wasn't nearly as hot as the reality
of her sucking him off.

“
Baby, your mouth is pure heaven. You know how I
like it.”

Domini kept him wet, she kept him deep, and she kept
sucking until Cam felt his balls lift.

He shoved his cock until her lips were stretched around
the base. He tightened his hold on her hair, but not hard enough to
sting her scalp. “Suck it all down, every fuckin' drop.
Swallow. More, baby, don't choke. Breathe. That's it.”

Hot pulse after hot pulse shot out the end of his dick,
and she sucked in tandem to every pulsation, leaving him depleted.
Sated. Dizzy. He would've staggered and probably crashed to the
ground if not for the hold Domini maintained on his hips.

The supreme glow of satisfaction she wore whenever she'd
pleased him was heady stuff and it humbled him. He murmured, “Thank
you.”

Wordlessly, Domini nuzzled his left thigh, then his
right.

“
Are you ready?”

She peered up at him. “Ready for what?”

“
For me and Brock to fuck you.”

Chapter Thirteen

Being with two men? At the same time?

A million thoughts spun crazily in Domini's head.

First:
yes! I want this
.
Followed quickly by:
no! I can't do
this.

What about after the fun and sexual games ended? Would
she be hot and happy in the moment but feel used when it was over?
Could she look Brock in the eye without embarrassment? What about
Cam? How would he react after his friend fucked her?

Even as Domini considered the repercussions, she knew
she'd do it. Not for Cam, not for Brock, for her own curiosity.

Cam helped her to her feet. “Tell me what you're
thinking.”

“
I'm nervous.”

“
Because you've never—”

“—
done anything remotely close to this.”

His deep chuckle vibrated throughout her body. “Brock
and I have. Trust us.”

She said, “Okay,” in a breathless rush.

Cam placed his mouth on her ear. “Remember
something.
I
decide
what I'll let him to do you. Not you. Definitely not him.”
After a lingering kiss, Cam said, “Take your shirt and bra
off.”

Domini stripped and hated the burning in her cheeks.

“
Brock, grab a towel and the vegetable oil from
the kitchen. Get the captain's chair out of the dining room and
bring it in here.”

Brock grinned and returned promptly, setting the chair
by the end of the couch and the other items on the side table.

Cam lowered into the seat and motioned to Domini. He
zigzagged his rough-skinned finger from her left hipbone to her right
and her belly trembled beneath his sure touch. He clamped his hands
on her waist and turned her sideways.

Brock sauntered forward. Naked. When had he gotten
naked? His left hand pumped his cock, his gaze fixed firmly on her
face. “I'd like to taste your pretty mouth, lick those
full pink lips before I see them wrapped around my dick, but since
that's not the way Cam plays…can I touch them?”

Domini opened her mouth to respond, only to have Cam
answer for her. “Just her lips, nothin' else.”

Cam's possessive answer sent a shiver through her.

Brock's right hand came up. He outlined her lips
with a languid sweep of his thumb. He brushed it just far enough
inside her mouth that the wet rim of her lip dampened the pad. He
hissed when she darted her tongue and licked it.

“
Ever had a black man, baby?”

“
No.”

“
You know what they say…”

Brock laughed and ignored Cam's warning growl as
his hand followed the line of her throat to her shoulder. He gently
pushed until she fell to her knees.

Then that black cock was in her face. It wasn't as
long as Cam's, which meant she'd have an easier time deep
throating him. But the cockhead was plumper. The shaft was thicker.
Brock's skin tone was beautiful, a rich dark brown. His shortly
trimmed pubic hair was pure black. She had just latched onto his hips
when Cam's voice broke through the sounds of Brock's
heavy breathing.

“
You hands are on me, not him.” Cam circled
her wrists and placed her hands behind her; one on Cam's right
thigh, one high on the left. “I'll touch you while you're
sucking him.”

The position would've been awkward if not for the
arch in her spine which caused her nipples to brush the bristly hair
on Brock's legs and tingle deliciously in response. She smiled.
Cam knew how much she loved nipple play. Even now he was seeing to
her sexual needs.

“
Open,” Brock directed.

She closed her eyes, dropped her jaw in anticipation of
all that smooth, hot, hard flesh pushing past her lips and teeth,
over her tongue until it filled her mouth completely. Brock swirled
the cockhead over her lips and plunged in to the root.

Domini started to gag.

Cam's voice drifted to her. “Relax.
Breathe.”

Brock wasn't expecting a slow tease. He pumped in
and out in a smooth rhythm that Domini knew would get him off
quickly.

Cam twined his hands in her hair, holding it out of her
face. “You have no idea how fucking hot it is to see his dick
in your mouth.”

A slight hum from her had Brock groaning, “Jesus.
Do that again.”

She did.

Domini looked up at Brock. A little thrill shot through
her, seeing him lost in pleasure. She understood Cam was giving this
intimate moment to Brock as much as she was.

Was it easier for Cam to show his gratitude for his
friendship when he was proving to Brock that Cam McKay was still one
hundred percent dominant male?

“
More, come on, take it all,” Brock urged,
forcing her to refocus.

As she created tight suction on every withdrawal, she
slackened her throat muscles when Brock plunged back in to the root.
His hardness filled her mouth over and over, sending her into hazy
subspace where she existed on a whole different plane.

“
You're beautiful,” Cam whispered. “So
damn beautiful I can't think for wanting you. Two men so
fucking hot for you that we're both gonna fuck you at once. Me
in that tight pussy. Brock in your tight ass. You're getting
wet thinking about it, aren't you?”

She moaned. The sensations were devastating. The
constant wet suction of Brock's slippery cock fucking her
mouth. The rasp of her nipples against Brock's legs. Cam's
hand fisted in her hair. The ache in her arms. The feel of Cam's
rough skin as she dug her nails into his upper thighs. Three
distinctively different breathing patterns distorted the air. Three
different scents filled her lungs.

But it was the simple eroticism of Cam's words and
his fingertips dancing up and down her arms that made her hot.

She saw Brock's hand reach between his legs and
adjust his balls.

“
I need it faster.” Brock picked up the
pace, and his fingers curled around her neck, his thumbs pressed on
the spot her jawbone hinged, keeping her jaw open. “I'm
so close…”

“
Come on her chest.”

Brock groaned and eased out of Domini's mouth. His
left hand wrapped around his cock and he jacked off in short, fast
strokes. The sound of his flesh slapping and his grunt of completion
gave way to spurts of warm come landing on her chest as Brock watched
through hooded eyes. His hand slowed, but didn't stop, as if he
didn't want the moment to end. “Damn, woman. You're
something.”

Cam rubbed the quivering muscles in her arms. “Stand
up.”

Brock snagged the towel, intending to wipe his come from
Domini's chest, but Cam snatched it. “Let me.”
After he'd wiped her down, those intense blue eyes locked on
hers. “You ready?”

Her body trembled. Could she do this? She looked at Cam.
Fire danced in his eyes. He wanted this. She nodded.

“
Get rid of your pants.”

Domini shimmied them off.

Cam hooked a finger under the elastic band of her
panties and tugged her closer. “You're wet.” He
pressed his mouth to the section of skin below her belly button and
sucked hard, holding her lower back so she couldn't squirm
away.

Not that Domini tried to escape any time he put his
hands or mouth on her. He'd sucked hard enough to leave a
reddish-purple love bruise behind.

“
My mark looks pretty on your creamy skin. I'd
like to leave love bites all over you.”

“
I wouldn't stop you,” Domini said,
reaching out to caress the side of his face.

“
I know.” He kissed her belly one last time.
“Climb up on my lap.”

Cam widened his legs to fit outside of the chair legs.
He brought her high up on his thighs; his erection nestled into the
crack of her butt.

Domini tried desperately not to put weight on Cam's
left side. She gasped when Cam hooked her legs over the arms of the
chair, baring her most intimate parts completely.

“
Look at that.” Brock stood a few feet away,
hot eyes drawn to and devouring her sex.

“
Pretty pink isn't it? Soft. Wet. Sweet.”

“
You offering me a taste?”

Again, Cam answered for her. “Yep.”

“
Hot damn.” Brock dropped to his knees.

She couldn't seem to find her voice through the
staccato beats of her heart.

Cam's large, work-roughed hands followed the curve
of her legs from her ankles up to the crease of her thighs. He traced
one finger up her slit and gently separated her pussy lips, exposing
her clit.

Oh no. Surely they didn't plan on…double-teaming
her.

Brock bent his head and lapped at the moisture pouring
from the mouth of her sex, curling his long, pink tongue inside. Not
only did Brock expertly use his tongue, the contrast of his dark face
and light-colored mouth, centered between her milky white thighs, was
an undeniably hot image.

Domini moaned when Brock wiggled his tongue inside her.

Then Brock licked the folds surrounding her core,
suckling her pussy lips, stopping below the swollen nub throbbing for
attention.

“
How close are you to coming?” Cam murmured
in her ear.

“
A hair trigger away,” she admitted.

A look passed between Cam and Brock, but Brock didn't
look at her. He fastened his mouth to her clit.

No tongue swirling teases. No drawn out licks. Brock
just kept sucking on that pearl until the orgasm steamrolled over
her. Domini gasped through each strong pulse, listening to the sexy
timbre of Cam's voice in her ear, which only heightened the
heat in her groin. By the time the final throb ended, her body
trembled. She wanted to crawl into Cam's big bed and sleep.

Naturally Cam and Brock had other plans.

Brock said, “Up you go,” and lifted her off
the chair and to her feet. After that orgasm she didn't have
enough breath in her lungs to protest and hardly the wherewithal to
even stand.

“
We're both gonna fuck you now.”

The fog cleared from her head at that command. “Here?
But…” Why not in his bed?

“
This is more stable for my leg.”

“
Oh.” But she knew there was more to his
reasoning.

He whispered fiercely, “My bed is our space,
Domini. I won't share you in it. Ever. Not even for an hour.”
He used his teeth on her earlobe. “I'm pushing you to the
edge you wanted. To the place where your body knows what it wants
even if you're unsure.” Cam drew his finger from her chin
down to her belly button. “Trust me.”

“
I do.”

As soon as Cam lay back on the sofa, she crawled up and
managed to situate her legs on either side of his hips.

“
You'll have to lean against me completely
and angle your ass so Brock can reach you.”

To please herself and to quell her nerves, she rubbed
her breasts over his chest, loving his quick intake of breath when
her nipples brushed his. “I like being pressed against you like
this,” she whispered. “Face to face.”

“
Me too, princess.” Cam's lips drifted
across hers in an almost kiss. “Ready?”

A tiny wave of apprehension flowed through her but she
nodded.

“
Brock? You suited up?”

“
Yep. Suited up, slicked up and ready to go.”

Cam sifted his fingers through her hair. “You're
gonna have to do most the work since I'm flat on my back.”