“You’re shivering,” he whispered. Without a chill in the air, her body gave her away. “Are you afraid?”
She shook her head, still stiff and frozen in place. Trevor’s hand travelled up her shirt, into her sleeve, and pulled her arm out. He continued to undress her like a child until he plucked the material off over her head, her hair fanning down over her shoulders. She felt so exposed, but the anticipation, the unknown, had her pussy throbbing. It had a heartbeat of its own, an ache that only a man could calm.
When Trevor undid the clasp of her bra from behind, the reality of her situation brought her nerves to the surface. She couldn’t do this, whatever it was that they were doing. But her body would not permit her to tell him to stop. He tasted her shoulder as he slid the bra straps off her arms, leaving her upper body uncovered. Never had she done anything so wild.
“Oh Grace, sweet Grace.”
He sucked her shoulder from behind, gave her love bites while his hands easily found her breasts. She grew self-conscious because Ken always insulted her, compared her to all the surgically enhanced women working in his office. His calloused hands rubbing against her nipples sent white-hot currents skittering through her. Grace started to enjoy being exposed and vulnerable, the wind caressing her bare breasts, and this hot stranger fondling her.
The need grew, and the ache in her cunny made concerns of right and wrong seem trivial. Grace leaned back against him as he kneaded her breasts, rolled her nipples around with his thumbs, making her burn for him. With a tilt of her head, she sought his mouth. He took the opportunity, almost gobbled her up with his lips. She couldn’t get enough of him. His taste, his lively tongue, and his thick lips had her desperate for more.
“You’re a good girl, Grace. You don’t have to do anything, say anything. Just let me take care of you. Okay?”
Again, she nodded, giving him consent to do God knows what, but it didn’t matter. It involved pleasure.
He hoisted himself, stood, scooped her up from under the arms, and spun her around to face him.
“Let me look at you,” he said, running his hands through his messy waves of blond hair and stepping two feet away from her.
She stood with her arms limp to the sides and stole a glance down at herself. Small, perky breasts nearly cone-shaped from arousal. Her nipples firm pink buds. Her low-cut jeans hung on her hips, exposing a flat plane of stomach.
Trevor’s body screamed sex, every inch of him. Perfectly toned arms and broad shoulders. Golden, ripped stomach and muscled chest. His jeans dipped low, exposing the thin trail of hair leading to the rock-hard bulge in his pants. Never in her life had she wanted to give Ken a blow job. In fact, just the thought of it made her sick. All bets were off. All she thought about was sucking Trevor’s dick, sucking it hard.
With one broad step, he stalked forward, wrapped an arm around her waist, and dropped down to one knee. He took her breast into his mouth hungrily. Sucking and tugging, he painted patterns around the firm bud with his tongue. His lips made a smacking noise when he released her nipple to move on to the next. She let him have his way with her, never pulling away or protesting.
Her turn to touch him. God, how she needed to explore him. She smoothed her hands over his shoulders and reveled in the firmness of his muscles. Ken left everything to be desired, grossly overweight and pale with baby-soft skin from living an easy life.
She could touch Trevor all day and never grow bored. Tangling her hands in his hand, he began unbuttoning her Levi’s. Tension clouded her lust as he tugged the tight jeans down her hips and left them coiled above her knees. She hadn’t even realized that she had a death grip of his hair.
“Look at that pussy. So fucking beautiful,” he muttered.
With just his teeth, he pulled at the satiny material of her panties while cupping her ass with his big, strong hands. She actually felt the fluid rushing out of her. The ache became painful, a twisting cramp that was turning her savage, stealing her humanity. All she wanted was Trevor’s cock shoved high up her cunt, anything to take the itch away.
With one hand, he slid her undies down just below her ass. Her pubic area was as smooth as a baby’s bottom. It had taken years of embarrassing laser treatments at the salon, but her pussy was clean and hairless, just as she wanted. She had come under the impression that cunnilingus disgusted men. Apparently not Trevor. He lunged in enthusiastically, spreading her lips apart with his tongue, and firmly sucked her clit. No man had ever gone down on her. The moment his mouth touched her pussy, she cried out.
“Scream all you want, baby. You’re making my cock rock hard.”
Intense pleasure coupled with being a very bad girl stoked the passion surging through her. Her clit had never been so swollen, so sensitive, which made her shudder and jolt involuntarily. He held her firmly in place, his tongue invading her. Every move he made came from years of experience.
“Trevor!” She pulled his head back by the hair, his eyes glazed over in lust. She fell down on him, and he toppled over, only balancing on one knee. When his back hit the ground and knocked some air out of him, he grunted. She kissed him hard, unable to hold back, savoring their bare chests rubbing up against each other with the sun warming her from behind. Grace pulled back to get a good view. He was a lot younger than her, no more than twenty-five. One young, hot stud she became determined to possess.
“Do you want me?” she teased, knowing the answer.
“Never wanted another woman more. I’m gonna fuck you so good you’ll be begging for more.”
Her shyness morphed into boldness. Lust and heat invaded her system, overwrote everything programmed into her over a lifetime. She fiddled with his thick leather belt and silver buckle, not taking her mouth from his. Trevor’s erection pressed against his zipper, a firm reminder of his virility. The passion between them made the world go away. They existed in a small bubble of time and space where the only concern was fucking and more fucking.
In her current state, she hadn’t noticed the sound and beat of horse hooves approaching. Neither did Trevor until they were practically on top of them. He pulled back to see behind him. Two men on horseback slowed to a trot. What a sight they must have been. She lay over Trevor with her jeans around her ankles and her undies below her ass, no shirt, and appearing to attack a young, innocent cowboy. Was she more embarrassed or pissed off that they had been interrupted? A little of both. She rolled off him and tugged her pants up in record speed. By the time the men approached, she sat cupping her breasts with crossed arms.
Trevor, still on his back, leaned up on his elbows. “What in God’s green earth are you two doing way out here?”
“Wagner sent us.” A dark-haired man, not much older than Trevor, landed on the ground. He wore blue jeans and an open white button-up shirt with a matching wifebeater underneath. His dark eyes focused on Grace as he spoke. Cute, very cute.
“Bullshit. He’s the one that told me to show her the sights.”
A guilty grin pulled at the dark-haired man’s mouth. “It’s not me. Tommy wanted to see the new girl.”
The blond, still on horseback, dipped his hat to Grace with a sly smile.
“Okay, you’ve seen her. Good-bye, Tommy. Good-bye, James.”
James ignored Trevor and scooped up Grace’s shirt from beside the creek. “You have to fuck her in the middle of a field? Quite the gentleman today, aren’t you?” He passed Grace her shirt, which she used to hold in front of herself.
Trevor got to his feet, pulled Grace up, and sheltered her with his body while she pulled her shirt over her head. God knew where her bra had ended up, and it was one of her favorites. With his back to the men, he held her tiny waist and kissed her lips. To her surprise, she fell under his control even with an audience.
“I hope you plan on sharing.” James put his arm around Trevor’s shoulders.
“Dirty bastard.” Trevor chuckled.
James stood a couple inches taller than Trevor. He bit his lip and leaned forward toward h
er, his arm still around his friend. What on earth? He tilted his head and stole a kiss. Trevor smiled, only inches away. To her surprise, she didn’t hesitate to kiss James back. He tasted different, his mouth not as gentle, but she welcomed it.
“Hey, what about me?” shouted Tommy, still on his horse.
Neither man paid him heed. They both held savage gleams in their eyes, equally intimidating and a thorough turn-on. If they both forced her to the grass, she doubted there would be much fight in her. Her pussy throbbed from the constant stimulation, but no end to the sweet torture.
James slipped a hand under her shirt and kneaded her breast, his mouth locked with hers. A strong hand wedged itself down the front of her jeans, and two fingers curved up into her pussy. Trevor.
“Oh my God,” she cried. She was so turned on it should have been illegal.
“She likes that, Trev. Give her what she wants.”
Trevor obeyed his friend, plunging his skilled fingers deeper, thrusting in and out in the constricted area. She needed to be touched as much as she needed to breathe. Her head lolled back on her neck, the sun heating her face as she panted and moaned at the onslaught of sensations racking her.
A tight pull on her tit had her looking down. A new blond head tasted her, sucked her breast like a starved infant. She regarded him, not caring that a third man shared her body, only reveled in the pleasure it brought her. Tommy continued to lavish her breasts, James trailed his lips down her neck, and Trevor stole her mouth with his.
Grace didn’t say a word or move a muscle, well, not including her lips. Trevor had been right earlier when he had said she was a good girl. Going along with their advances seemed more innocent than agreeing to a request. They both played along, taking what she would never refuse them. She loved the adoration from these two gorgeous men.
Or make that three.
Chapter Six
Back at the ranch, Trevor helped Grace off her horse. With her body coiled tight from the earlier events, she imagined the other guys felt the same way. After the brief make-out session, Trevor had suggested they head back. The guy had more self-control than she had had at the time. When her initial disappointment wore off, she decided it was for the best. What did she expect? Would she actually fuck two, maybe three, strangers in the middle of a field? She acted completely out of character, and though it frightened her, it also felt liberating. Something inside her changed. New powerful urges took control of her logic now.
She entered the feed room where hay stacked high against the walls. Trevor watered the horses out back, and she came to get a few flakes of hay. No windows provided illumination for the space. She barely slid open the heavy wooden sliders to get access to the room, which left it difficult to see. All shadows. The space smelled strongly of hay, the air thick, humid, and dusty. As she padded across the floor, expecting mice to dart out at her shoes, one rough hand slapped over her eyes, and another hooked her by the waist. She jerked and screamed, not having a clue another person hid in the room. The person hushed her with a soothing sound, masculine, in her ear. Her adrenaline-riddled body sunk in relief, and the stranger had to support her. He let her go only briefly to tie a long bandana securely around her eyes. Trevor.
Her body thrummed with anticipation, and her breathing became labored. Lips met the side of her neck, tasting and kissing. She tilted her head to give him better access. His tongue trailed down the side of her neck, sending jolts of energy straight down to her toes. She sighed, allowing herself to relax and revel in the euphoria sweeping through her along with the adrenaline rush. Trevor groaned in response, his chest rumbling against her shoulders before he forced her over a stack of hay with a forceful hand to the back. Strong hands pulled at the waist of her jeans, almost tugging her off her feet. She would be kidding herself if she said that she didn’t crave to be fucked like this, raw and rough, in the heat of the moment.
His arms curled around her, and he unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans. The briefest brush of his fingers against her pussy made her gasp. He mumbled his approval at her readiness, but didn’t speak. The material scraped the skin of her thighs as he yanked her clothes down and used his foot to stomp the pants and underwear down to her ankles. The open air chilled the wetness pooling between her legs, and damn did her pussy throb. She gripped the hay bundle with both fists when the firm length of cock brushed her ass. Her heart skipped, and she tensed. She’d never had any man besides Ken, and the reality freaked her out, no clue what to expect.
“Shhh. Relax,” he whispered next to her ear, leaning over her. His weight and cooing worked, but his hand gently massaging her clit put her over the edge.
“Oh God, Trevor, I need this.”
She reached behind her to grab his length. Her breath caught at the size of him, so thick that her fingers couldn’t meet as she gripped him around his silky shaft. Rock hard and intimidating compared to Ken’s pencil dick. She quaked with need. Trevor straightened both her arms out in front of her and took a firm hold of her hips. His foot spread her legs as wide as possible with her jeans hooked at her ankles. She held her breath when she felt the firm tip of his cock push against her. He swirled it around in her natural juices, dipped it in an inch, and pulled out to prime her. Shit, he was huge. He’d fill her completely. His teasing made her desperate. Never in her life had she been this horny, this needy.
“Please Trevor,” she begged. “I’m ready.”
He heard her all right. There was a barely audible chuckle. He enjoyed torturing her, the cruel bastard.
With his dick free of her body and slapping against the inside of her thigh, he leaned down and kissed her neck. His hand reached around, and two fingers shoved hard up her cunny.
“Yes!” she screamed.
He continued to finger fuck her, hitting her G-spot with each thrust. She pushed against him, needed him deeper, needed that big cock and no more play. He nudged her face, and she turned to kiss him, still blind from the bandana. He tasted like cigarettes, not minty gum. Her mind was fuzzy, so close to orgasm.
In a quick move, he pulled off her blindfold and shoved his cock up her pussy. It didn’t make the first try, she was too tight or, more likely, he was too big. Even with his cock only partly inside her body, relief swept over her. She needed more, all, even if it killed her. Wiggling into him, she turned and caught a glimpse of dark hair and a goatee. Fuck! It wasn’t Trevor inside her, but that creepy guy from the barn this morning.
She pulled away from him, but there was nowhere to go with the bale of hay under her. He held her still, his hands so strong and steady.
“Don’t you want me to fuck you, Grace?”
Okay, maybe she did. Maybe she didn’t care at this point who pleasured her. He seemed creepy, yes, but also hot and sexy in a brooding sort of way…and with the biggest cock she’d ever imagined. Dark brown hair, dark eyes, and a neatly trimmed goatee.
“What’s your name?” she asked, not remembering.
“Conner.”
She tried to catch her breath. “Okay, fuck me, Conner.”
He pulled out and thrust back inside her until every inch of him embedded deep. She moaned, squeezed her muscles around him, and enjoyed the full sensation.
“You like that?” he teased.
He pumped into her rhythmically, but with brutal force. The hay scratched her legs, arms, and stomach. She whimpered with each hard push of his hips.
“Oh God, yes. Conner, fuck me like that.”
“You’re a naughty girl. You like it hard, don’t you?”
His fingers dug deep into the soft flesh at her hips. No doubt she’d have bruises tomorrow. He dropped down over her, the dull scent of cigarettes and men’s cologne wafting into her senses. He held her chin in one hand and slipped the other under her stomach and travelled down to play with her already swollen nub. With her pinned in place, he continued to fuck her deep. His fingers came dangerously close to her lips, and she shifted to take them into her mouth. Her need to suck became intense.
She bit the meaty flesh under his thumb. He growled and bit her shoulder, forcing her into a violent orgasm. It rocked her entire body, made her shudder and gasp with each wave of erotic pleasure. As her pussy milked his cock, he groaned in his own release. Never in her life had she reached an orgasm during sex, until now.
As the haze of sex lifted, reality settled in. Conner pulled out of her, and she heard a zipper go up. Her awkwardness was cut short when he slapped her ass, which made her yelp.
“Come on. Get up. You have a phone message in the house.”
“What are you talking about?” She fought with her pants, trying to get dressed with as much dignity as possible. Her crotch felt raw when the tight jeans were buttoned up.
“Mr. Wagner sent me to get you.”
Well, he sure delivered the message.
He stood there, sweat-glistened, in a band T-shirt and jeans, his expression cold and menacing. Now that she took notice, he had a dangerous sex appeal. A brutal lover, her attraction to him only grew. She scowled and stalked past him into the main barn. Not even a “Thank you, ma’am.”
She walked in hurried steps through the center of the barn, toward the sunlight pouring in from the large bay doors at the end. The need to escape swamped her system. Somehow she believed the entire staff knew what happened. When the warm sun kissed her skin and her eyes adjusted to the light, it really did seem that the cowboys looked at her differently. Impossible, but she was more paranoid than ever.
Grace hightailed it to the house. Once inside, she was greeted with silence and safety. She took a cleansing breath. She ached all over, but it made her smile, a smile she forced away as someone came up the hallway.
Mr. Wagner folded a newspaper under his arm as he neared.
“How was your tour?”
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