Wrangled (Steele Ranch Book 2)

by Vanessa Vale

  “You are wet,” Jamison said, his eyes focused squarely between my legs. The dark stubble on his jaw caught the light and I couldn’t miss the hints of red. “So wet the lace is clinging to your pussy.”

  “Take them off,” Boone uttered. I had to wonder if that was his command voice used in the ER when needed. The dark tone was delicious and hit some hot buttons I didn’t even know I had. Some would say I had a submissive nature since I hooked my thumbs into the sides of my panties, and did exactly what he said.

  I lifted my hips and worked them down to my knees, Jamison claiming them there and working them off the rest of the way. Instead of dropping them to the floor like my boots and socks, he tucked the tiny thong into his shirt pocket.

  I bit my lip as they continued to stare, this time at my bare pussy. No man had seen it before and I felt exposed and…nervous. Was mine normal? Appealing?

  “You are so beautiful,” Boone said, his eyes narrowed in what I would have assumed to be anger, but he was just aroused. Impressively so. His jaw clenched at it seemed he had to concentrate to relax. “Everywhere.”

  “Touch that gorgeous pussy,” Jamison added.

  From their heated gazes, I felt pretty, felt desired. That I held some kind of power over them was exhilarating. I placed my hand over my folds, discovered myself wetter than I’d ever been before. I moved my fingertips directly to my clit, which was hard and almost throbbing. My eyes fell closed at the feel of it, and knowing they were watching me felt wicked.

  I gasped and my eyes flew open when I was touched, just below my fingers. Boone had leaned in and had one finger on me. With his other hand, he lifted mine away, brought it to his mouth and licked my fingertips clean.

  The feel of his tongue swirling over them like an ice cream cone, knowing he was tasting my arousal, had my mouth fall open in surprise. It was so carnal, especially the way his gaze bored into me. As if he planned to devour every inch of me, and was starting with my fingers.

  “Sweet,” he murmured.

  Jamison growled as he hooked behind my knees and dropped to the floor between my thighs. “I want a taste.”

  I didn’t even have a chance to think about more than the feel of my calves over his shoulders when he put his mouth on me. There.

  “Oh god!” I cried out, my hips bucking of their own volition. His mouth slid over me, top to bottom and back, lapping up my wetness, learning every inch of me. At first, it was with the flat of his tongue, then he firmed it, flicked it over and around the sensitive left side of my clit. I felt the rasp of his beard on the inside of my thighs, adding another sensation to the onslaught.

  He pulled back, licked his lips. “So fucking sweet. Sticky, like honey.” With one hand on the back of my thigh, holding me nice and wide for him, his other fingers slid over me, circled my entrance.

  “Any guy ever touch you here?”

  I saw his finger circle around my pink flesh, could hear the sound of just how wet I was from just the small motion. It was so carnal, the sight. His blunt finger…there. I didn’t wax like some women I knew. I shaved, kept things tidy and trimmed, but had never considered what a man might like.

  “No.” When I shook my head, my hair slid over the soft cushion. I was close to coming, just from the teasing licks he’d given me. It wasn’t enough. I needed more. Reaching up, I stroked my hand through his short hair, tugged him closer.

  “Good.” He circled my opening one more time, then dipped in. His eyes narrowed and I heard him groan, a deep rumbling from his chest. “Watch how you take my finger. That’s it. So fucking tight. Greedy, too. That’s right, grab hold and pull me in. Imagine how it’s going to be with a nice big dick.”

  He kept talking to me, saying dirty things as he gently finger fucked me. My hips began to move, as if my body somehow knew how to get him to go faster, deeper. Just right.

  Boone put a forearm on the back of the couch above me, leaned forward and put his hand on my lower belly. The denim and my shirt blocked skin to skin touch, at least until he slid down and his thumb zeroed in on my clit. Now both of them were touching me, working my pussy in tandem.

  Both were watching me closely, studying my responses to their actions and seemed to adjust their small movements accordingly. I couldn’t remain still, my hips lifting and curling as I got closer and closer to coming. I knew what I wanted, an orgasm. And Jamison and Boone were going to give me one. A big, explosive, mind-blowing, insane orgasm that was going to ruin me for my own hand, my vibrator and any other man.

  I bit my lip.

  “We want to hear you, Kitten,” Jamison said, sliding his finger out and I whimpered, but he added a second, carefully working both of them in.

  I was so tight and his fingers stretched me open. I knew he was doing it in preparation for what came next…their cocks.

  “Yes!” I cried when he curled those fingers just right and my hips flew up off the couch. It was as if I had some kind of hot button inside me that set off my orgasm. With Boone’s thumb, the combination was just…bliss.

  My head pressed into the couch cushion, I tensed, my thighs pressing into Jamison’s shoulders. I wasn’t quiet as the most incredible orgasm rocked me…and rocked me. And rocked me.

  Neither let up and it went on and on. Eventually, I caught my breath, slumped into the couch. Sweaty, replete and I couldn’t help the smile that formed on my lips. That was what I’d been missing.

  “So beautiful,” Boone murmured. I opened my eyes and caught them both licking their fingers clean. They sure liked to taste me. “Now we’ve got you all soft and relaxed for our dicks.”

  Jamison lowered my legs from his shoulders and settled back onto the coffee table again. He helped me to stand directly before him, my skirt still hitched up above my waist.

  “Ready for more?” he asked, his heated gaze looking me over. I was sure I looked like a disheveled, well pleasured mess.

  My hair was probably snarled, my cheeks flushed and I was boldly bare from the waist down. And I didn’t care.

  “Oh yes,” I replied, the smile not slipping from my face. I had a feeling it was going to be there for a while.

  Jamison grinned and his fingers went to the button on my skirt, worked the denim down and off my hips. I was impatient, eager for more. That orgasm was addictive, like a hit of some powerful drug. I knew all the scientific terms behind why I felt so good, but who cared? Not me. All I knew was that I wanted another Boone and Jamison induced orgasm. Now.

  I undid the buttons on my blouse with steady fingers, shrugged it off, then reached behind me, unhooked my bra and dropped it to the floor as well.

  I was before them, naked. Exposed. Vulnerable. Yet very horny.

  But the way they looked at me, the way their hands came up and gently brushed over my bare skin had me feeling…pretty, too.

  “Look at you,” Boone said, his knuckles stroking down over my hip, the full curve of my bottom. He was so big, so…brawny and yet I felt cherished, not vulnerable as I had with the asshole at the bar. “So fucking beautiful.”

  And I didn’t feel like an easy lay. I may have only known them an obscenely short time and now I was naked before them—and well sated by an orgasm they’d easily wrung from my body—what we were doing felt special. Important.

  “I’m short.”

  “A tiny, gorgeous package,” Jamison countered.

  “Curvy.”

  “Fucking perfect,” Boone added. He turned me to him, cupped my breasts.

  “They’re big.” I was expressing every one of my hang-ups. My double-Ds were disproportionately large for my height. Running wasn’t something I did without two sports bras…and only if being chased by an axe murderer.

  His thumbs slid back and forth over my nipples, watching as they hardened into hard points. The action felt so good, as if there was a direct link between what he was doing and my clit. He looked at me almost reverently. “I’m a breast man, Kitten.”

  Jamison gave me a swat on the butt and I startled
, pressing myself into Boone’s hands. “And I’m an ass man,” Jamison commented as he stroked over the heated skin. “Like that, did you?”

  I didn’t respond because I realized I had. While the slight spank had been a surprise, the sting morphed into heat and I felt myself get wetter…if that were even possible. He gave me another little spank, prompting me into a response.

  “Yes,” I gasped. “I’m big other places, too,” I admitted and for once I was thankful my pale skin was already flushed. I bit my lip, realizing maybe this flaw wasn’t something I should point out.

  Jamison quirked a brow.

  I lowered my hand between my thighs, felt how swollen I was. How wet. How sensitive. “Here. My…lips here are large.”

  Boone huffed out a breath. “More of you to wrap around our dicks.” When I didn’t respond, he went on. “I’m a doctor and that’s my expert opinion.”

  I couldn’t help but smile, felt my irrational issues slip away.

  “I like that I can see your clit from here, all pink and hard for us,” Jamison added. “As for big? I just had an up-close and personal look at your pussy, tasted it even, Kitten, and it’s nothing less than perfect.”

  They didn’t seem bothered by any of my hang-ups. Well, they were bothered, but everything I considered personal flaws was appealing to them.

  “Oh, Kitten, what we’re going to do to you,” Boone said before tossing me over his shoulder and carrying me up the stairs and dropping me onto a soft bed. “That orgasm was just a warm-up. Before we’re done with you, you won’t even remember your name.”

  They stood at the foot of the bed, eyeing me with narrowed, heated gazes. I couldn’t miss the thick outlines of their erections in their jeans. They’d been focused solely on me, keeping their needs in check. I liked them this way, but had to imagine what they would be like when their needs were set free. I didn’t want them to be careful with me. Jamison’s spanks had been playful, their touches gentle. It was a side of them I liked, but I wanted more. I wanted the wild. The rugged. The dark.

  “Promises, promises,” I replied coyly, planting my feet on the bed and spreading my knees wide.

  Their hands dropped to their jeans, working them off their narrow hips just enough so their cocks sprang free. Oh, shit. Now I knew why Jamison’s cock looked like a steel beam down his thigh and Boone wasn’t any smaller. Thick and long, the flesh of their dicks was darker, redder than the rest of them. A thick vein ran up the underside of Jamison’s cock and Boone’s was crowned with a wide head, a pearly drop of fluid sliding down. Both bobbed upward toward their bellies.

  My pussy clenched at the thought of being opened up by such massive cocks. Jamison’s finger felt good, but those…those clubs? My legs had started to come together as I was beginning to second guess my taunt when they pounced.

  8

  BOONE

  I was a doctor. I’d seen females naked before. I wasn’t a monk either. I’d fucked my way through my twenties, had been much more selective in my thirties. But no one compared to Penny. Holy. Fucking. Shit.

  She was sweet. Smart. A little sassy. Bold. Passionate. And when she parted those silky soft thighs, she also had a very naughty streak. And she topped it with a cherry.

  Fuck, my balls were primed to come. I could feel the need at the base of my spine, the tingle, the pressure to just sink into her and explode. And I’d only felt her up, nothing more. When I was sixteen, I’d gotten my hands on my first pair of tits and I’d done just that, making a mess of my pants and a fool of myself. I had more control now…I hoped.

  If she wanted to get dirty, we’d give it to her, but this first time, we’d take her the way she deserved. She was giving us a fucking gift.

  I started shucking my clothes, toeing off my boots as I undid the buttons on my shirt. Five seconds were wasted on getting naked, but I kept my eyes on Kitten the whole time, taking in every inch of her spread out on my bed. She was just where I’d dreamed…hoped, since the first second I saw her. Her pale hair fanned out beneath her, the wide-eyed, eager gaze as she watched us strip. The perfect swells of her breasts, topped with pale pink nipples, already hard. The soft curve of her belly, wide hips, toned legs. And between them? The most perfect pussy I’d ever seen. She was a natural blonde and the pale hair couldn’t hide her pink lips, all swollen and wet.

  Jamison had had a taste of her. I licked my lips, ready for my turn.

  “We need to make sure you’re ready, all nice and relaxed, your pussy all slick and soft for our big dicks,” I told her, seeing Jamison nod as he worked off his shirt at a much slower pace.

  She shifted on the bed, her feet sliding on the sheets. “I’m ready. Really.”

  Slowly, I shook my head. “Not yet.”

  I reached forward, grabbed both her ankles and pulled her to the very edge of the bed. She squeaked in surprise, then came up on her elbows so she could look at me. I fell to my knees on the soft carpet, put my hands on the silkiest fucking inner thighs I’d ever felt, held her open as I put my mouth on her. Took a deep breath, breathed her in. Felt her hot, sweet honey coat my tongue, my lips, even my whiskers.

  I groaned.

  She moaned. Gripped handfuls of the sheet.

  “She tastes so fucking good, doesn’t she?” Jamison asked.

  The sound of his boots hitting the floor one after the other followed, but I didn’t answer, too busy sucking on her plump folds, flicking over her clit with my tongue. All that did was have her hands move to my hair and tug. Her eyes fell closed and she flopped back on the bed.

  “I’m ready. I’m ready,” she repeated again and again as I got her closer to the brink. I had no intention of pushing her over. I knew I could, but that was the perk of being older and more skilled. I’d take her right to the edge and leave her there so that when Jamison filled her up for the first time, she’d come instead of hurting.

  I was careful with her, flicking at her little bud with precision as I slipped one finger into her, trying to let her get used to something inside her. She was so fucking wet that I added a second finger, scissored them to stretch her untried tissues and she quivered and clenched around me, tight. So fucking tight.

  “Please, Boone. Please fuck me.”

  I growled then, licked her from ass to clit one last time and sat back on my heels. Pre-cum slid in a steady stream down my shaft, coating my balls. Looking up, I saw the way Kitten was lost, completely given over to her need, to what I’d wrung from her body.

  I nodded to Jamison as I stood, moved to the head of the bed and settled into the pile of pillows as Jamison scooped Kitten up, laid her against me so she was leaning back against my chest. Reaching around, I cupped her breasts, kissed the side of her neck and up to her ear.

  I shifted, hooked my heels on the inside of her calves, spread our legs wide as Jamison moved into position between her parted thighs. He knelt, stroked his hand over her tender flesh.

  “It’s time, Kitten. Do you want Jamison to fill you up? Take that sweet cherry?”

  “Please,” she whimpered. Her nipples were hard points against my palms, her skin dewy with perspiration, her pussy all swollen and eager. I breathed in the scent of her arousal, licked my lips at the lingering taste. Felt the sticky honey on the tips of my fingers.

  “You’re ours, Penelope Vandervelk,” Jamison said, his voice a dark rumble, his need so great as he lined himself up with her virgin opening.

  “Ours,” I repeated as I watched my friend slide into Kitten and claim her.

  PENNY

  They were good. Really, really good at this. I was so far gone with my need that while I felt Jamison’s dick sliding in—how could I miss something the size of a steel beam stretching me wider and wider still—I was too eager for it to be panicked.

  I wanted Jamison in me. Needed it. Somehow, I felt empty without one, which was crazy since I’d never had one in me before.

  A whimper slipped past my lips as Jamison slid back, pushed forward, a fraction of an inch at a t
ime. As he did so, Boone played with my breasts, plucking and tugging on my nipples, nipping along my neck and whispering praise and dark promises in my ear.

  Only one dick could take my virginity. Maybe Jamison won a coin toss; I had no idea, but Boone wasn’t going to just sit on the sidelines and watch. No, he was actively involved. I could feel the hard press of his cock at my back, knew he’d have his turn next, but he was in on this whole virginity-taking thing too.

  “Good girl. Watch, Kitten. Watch as that tight pussy swallows Jamison’s dick.”

  Jamison had one hand on the headboard well over Boone’s head, the other between my legs, a finger sliding carefully around my entrance, those big lips down there that really did wrap around a dick.

  My eyes flicked up to Jamison’s, his lids lowered, his jaw clenched. Sweat dripped down his temple. He was holding back. I could see the tense lines of his body, felt the careful thrusts, knew that this wasn’t normal, what he needed.

  “More,” I told him. Yes, I was giving him my virginity, but both of us were in this. “I want this to be good for you, too.”

  Jamison laughed, but it was jagged. “Kitten, if it were any better, I’d probably have an aneurysm.”

  “Then why aren’t you moving harder? Deeper?”

  Perhaps his hips moved of their own volition, but he slid in another inch and I felt the stretch, the burn of it and I hissed.

  “That’s why. You’re so tight. So wet. You’re like a fist, a fucking vise.”

  He wasn’t going to do it. Somehow, he was afraid to hurt me. Even with his need being so desperate, he was thinking of me. I’d told them earlier, I wasn’t breakable. Sure, that pesky hymen was, but that stupid thing didn’t dictate how this went. I did. Well, they did, but in this moment, I could take the control. Could do what Jamison refused, even if it came close to killing him.