by Jane Jamison
“Didn’t you notice that the salt fell off Bill’s and Carter’s stomachs?”
He made a face. “I really didn’t pay much attention, much less notice whether the salt was sticking or not.”
She laughed, her flat stomach moving with the effort. “Well, I did. Let’s make sure the salt sticks on me, okay?”
“And how do I do that?”
“I bet I know.”
They all looked at Carter, who held up his hands, palms turned out. “Hey, I’m just saying.”
She touched Carter’s arm, and the surge of jealousy hitting William threatened to knock him over. He’d never begrudge his cousin her attention and, in fact, couldn’t wait to find the right woman they’d all share. But that didn’t mean he didn’t want her to take the first shot off her. He was relieved when she fixed her emerald eyes back on him.
“Lick me, William. Then pour on the salt.”
William was all too ready to obey. He slid his tongue over her smooth skin and felt her tremble. If he had his way, that lick would be the first of many.
“Pour it, cuz.”
Carter poured the tequila into her belly button. She gasped as the overflow tracked a trail over her sides and down to the counter. Then, as William was about to rest the wedge of lime between her breasts, she surprised him by lifting her shirt higher.
He was glad he wasn’t holding the bottle because he would’ve dropped it. Her breasts were firm and nicely rounded with perky nipples pointed toward the ceiling. It amazed him that, even after seeing her in the bathroom, the sight of her tits still hit him with a jolt to his gut.
“Damn, but you’ve got a great rack.”
Carter whacked him on the arm. “He means that your breasts are beautiful.”
“That’s what I said.” He tilted his head at his cousin. Then, as though placing the last piece on an unstable card tower, he put the wedge between her breasts.
“Drink up, William.”
Her eyes clouded over even more as she spoke. She was the epitome of seduction.
He had to get his cock free. Even with the flaps of his jeans open, the zipper still pressed roughly against his cock. He pulled his zipper down and let his manhood flip outward. Easing over her, he dragged his tongue along her skin, picking up the salt. The scent of her pussy tantalized his nostrils, and he almost made a detour to it. Steeling his resolve, he tracked his tongue over the soft rise of her stomach, then around her belly button before pressing his mouth to her to drink up the alcohol.
She moaned when he let out a satisfied “ah.” Skimming his tongue over her stomach and between her ribcage, he moved upward until he found the lime and snagged it with his teeth.
Carter and Bill cheered as he straightened up. But he wasn’t that happy. He would’ve preferred to stay bent over her and licking everything he could off her body.
Carter traded the bottle for the saltshaker then got another lime. He slicked his tongue over her skin then added the salt while William poured on the alcohol. Bill had gotten into the act by putting a lime between her breasts.
William’s cock grew even larger as he watched his cousin use his tongue on her. Yet when Carter made it to the lime, Shawna pushed her breasts together, catching his face between them. As any red-blooded male would do, Carter took her breasts and grabbed the lime between his teeth. But the lime was gone in a second as he slid his tongue over one nipple then whipped it to the other one.
Why the hell didn’t I think of doing that?
Once again, jealousy surged through him. He moved his hand over her leg and then noticed that Bill was doing the same to her other leg. Their gazes met and they exchanged knowing smiles.
She hadn’t stopped Carter from playing with her breasts, thus giving Bill and him the go-ahead for what they wanted. He moved to the end of the counter, and ignoring the complaints from the other men, he took her by the legs and yanked her toward him. She squealed as he brought her bottom to the edge and pushed her skirt up to expose the fire-engine-red thong she wore.
“Whew. Now that’s a pretty sight.”
She lifted her head, her green eyes sparkling. “This isn’t what I had in mind.”
“If you want me to stop—”
She shook her head, denying it before he could finish the sentence.
“—I think I’ll die.”
“Like I said. This isn’t what I had in mind.” Her dimples called his name. “It’s even better.”
He still held the saltshaker, and taking one look at the frilly thong, he tore it off her. It seemed that every time more skin was exposed, he would swear that it was the prettiest part of her. But her mons, with the thin line of blonde hair pointing to her pussy lips, was the sexiest by far.
He bent over her then ran his tongue above that sexy thin line. She laid her legs a little wider as he sprinkled salt on top of the wet skin. Taking the bottle from Carter, who had returned to fondling her breasts, he lifted his gaze to hers then poured a small amount on top of her mound. Her mouth parted, but she made no sound to stop him.
The tequila spread over her pussy lips and into the crevices. He bent lower to watch it ooze between her folds and disappear.
“I’m not going to need a lime or the salt.” Pulling up a barstool, he sat and pulled her close until he could press his mouth to her. The scent of sweet pussy along with the sharp aroma of tequila drugged him more than all the shots put together.
She let Carter take off her T-shirt while the men started dropping their jeans and kicking off their boots. But he was too ready to taste her to stop and disrobe. Instead, he whisked his tongue over her pussy lips and wrapped her legs over his shoulders. She shivered. Whether from lying naked on top of the tiled counter or from what they were doing to her, he wasn’t sure.
Bill poured another shot into her belly button after spreading salt on the side of his hand. Carter nipped and sucked on her tit, giving William a show to watch as he pulled her pussy lips apart, and dove in for his first real taste of her.
Her flavors exploded over his tongue, and he drank them in, sucking loudly. Using his thumb, he found her clit and circled first around it, then over it to massage her with alternating hard and soft presses.
She tasted amazing, and he buried his face harder against her, wishing he could go even farther. He wanted to make her come, wanted to make her moan even louder than she already was, wanted to hear her call out his name.
He sucked her clit into his mouth as he thrust his fingers inside her. She bucked, causing Carter to lose his hold on her nipple, but he soon found it again with renewed urgency. Bill stood back, taking slugs on the bottle, his clouded eyes traveling from her breasts to her pussy then back again.
William eased two fingers into her butt hole and realized as soon as he had that she wasn’t used to it. The thought pleased him as he pumped his fingers into her pussy and two into her butt hole. She mewled, and at first, he thought he was hurting her. But when she rolled onto her side, he knew she was giving him easier access.
He kept his mouth on her clit, nipping at it, giving her bits of pain to go along with the pleasure. As he pumped into her roughly, she rocked across the countertop, and if Carter hadn’t kept her in place, she would’ve eventually moved to the other end.
She was heaven on earth with a face like an angel’s. She was hell on earth, too, with a body built for sin.
William drank from her, eagerly lapping up the juices that flowed from her jerking body. Her climax had surprised him, coming without warning, but he didn’t mind. That orgasm would be the first of many he’d give her.
Bill tossed the empty bottle into the trash and jumped on top of the counter. She yelped as he scooted her body over then pushed her to her back again. William started to complain then moved between her legs again. Her sweet scent drew him back to her pussy, and he pulled her folds apart and feasted on her.
Bill pushed Carter away as he straddled her. “Give her to me, bro. You can have her for yourself after I’m finished.
”
A flash of anger flared in Carter’s eyes, but as he usually did, he let his big brother do as he wished. Bill took hold of Shawna’s breasts and pushed them together, catching his cock in between them. He rocked back and forth, his buttocks clenching as his movements grew faster.
William couldn’t remember the last time any woman had turned them on as much. He couldn’t remember the last time they’d shared a woman. After coming to live on the ranch, they’d adopted an unspoken agreement that they’d wait for that one woman they would claim as their own.
Is Shawna that woman?
It stunned him to be thinking of her that way so soon after meeting, but to be thinking at all with her cum juices flowing down his throat was incredible anyway. She had everything they wanted in a woman. She was articulate and meek at times, but with an underlying strength that he could sense as well as sometimes see in her eyes. She was beyond hot and knew how to use her body to please a man. And she was damn fun, too, if the way she’d initiated body shots was any indication.
He plunged his fingers into her pussy again, bending them to search for her special spot. Sucking hard, he pulled her clit into his mouth and tortured it with his tongue. All at once she cried out, not with his name, but with a sound that was born of delight. She bucked, her legs trembling even as Bill continued to thrust his cock between her breasts.
Bill twisted around to see him just as he pulled away from her and wiped his mouth. “If you don’t fuck her, cuz, I sure will.”
* * * *
Sela hadn’t counted on going as far as she had with the Richland men. But once the alcohol had lowered her defenses and made her feel more at ease, she hadn’t been able to resist.
I never should’ve let them lick on me.
But that thought was gone as quickly as it had come.
I should’ve let them lick me sooner.
She should’ve known she’d take them. After they’d left her in the tub, she’d wanted to rush after them and pull them into bed with her.
And once their tongues had touched her, she’d lost the battle to resist. Heat that had nothing to do with the booze ripped into her, flaming outward from her pulsing clit and her weeping pussy. It took her over, searing to other parts of her, including her heart where it seemed to stop. The heat burst a hole in the wall she’d built around it, not crumbling it for good, but managing to break through her defenses a little.
There was something about them that made her want to please them. Was it because she felt guilty for lying to them? She didn’t think so. The feeling came from a deeper emotion, one that she hadn’t experienced in a long, long time. She wanted them, not just one, but the three of them. And not one at a time, but together. She sensed that they wouldn’t have a problem sharing.
But it wasn’t just about sex for her. They were filling a need she had, one that she hadn’t trusted any man to fill.
Her heart waged war with her head. Could she trust them? Did she dare risk everything with them? She sensed that it would be worth it if she did, but she had to wonder. Would it kill her emotionally, driving a huge wedge into her heart, one that could never be fixed if they ended up treating her as badly as the other men in her life had?
She didn’t know, was, in fact, afraid to know, but she had to find out.
William lavished her pussy and left her trembling and her clit pulsing. She stared into Bill’s face as he turned back to her. She put her hands over his to help him keep his cock between her tits. His huge dick peeked out at her and she flicked her tongue over the tip to catch the glistening bit of pre-cum hanging there. He was thick and hard, yet yielding like a steel pole wrapped in a blanket. He gritted his teeth when she circled her tongue over the tip, and the muscles in his rocklike chest rippled as he tensed. Bill, as well as the other two, were like models from a woman’s magazine, like walking and talking billboards for sex.
“Damn it, use it or lose it, William. Before I lose my wad.” He leaned over her, caressed her hair, and pressed a tender kiss to her lips. “God, but you’re sexy.”
She’d been called sexy many times, but it had never meant as much as it did now. She smiled, silently thanking him for the compliment, then turned her head to find Carter sitting on a barstool off to the side, his gaze transfixed on her. When would he join in again?
“Shawna?”
She blinked then remembered. “Yeah, William?”
“I need to fuck you.”
She opened her legs for him again in answer. Bill swung his leg over her and hopped off the counter.
“Go for it, William.”
William did just that by climbing up on the counter. His body was as powerful as Bill’s as he wrapped her legs around his waist. His face was taut and his eyes glittered with hunger as he pulled her to him then eased his cock inside her pussy. The fullness of it set up a friction that had her gasping for air.
“Ride her rough, Willie-boy.”
William ground out a groan and plunged his shaft deeper inside her. She flattened her hands on the counter as though she could hold herself still that way and tried to match his thrusts with her own. But he was a powerful machine, using rhythmic movements to surge his way into her.
She rocked back and forth as Bill and Carter each took a breast in hand. They murmured words of endearment, of flattery, between giving William words of encouragement to push hard, to fuck her rough, to give her the ride of her lifetime.
He leaned over her, the blue of his eyes darkening as he seemed to search inside for the answer to a question she couldn’t answer. She skimmed her palms along his strong arms then clutched his shoulders, willing him to give her everything he had.
He pounded into her time and again but never let his gaze stray. Her breasts, now free from the other men, bounced prettily, but she was only vaguely aware of anything but his cock ramming into her pussy. His muscles flexed. His mouth parted. His eyes blazed.
She dug her fingernails into him as her orgasm ripped her apart. In that same moment, he plunged into her again and let his release fly. His body shuddered out his climax as he fell on top of her. She held onto him and closed her eyes, enjoying the way their bodies fit together.
I just got laid on top of a kitchen counter.
She smiled. That was a memory she wanted to keep forever.
I should start a journal.
Bill lifted her into his arms as William moved away. “Easy, baby. Unless William wore you out, Carter and I want our turn.”
She reached up and pulled Bill’s lips to her shoulder. He nibbled there as he slid his hand down to find her butt hole.
“I don’t know how. I mean, I’ve never…”
He kissed her concerns away. “Don’t worry. I’ll take it easy. William, grab some lube.”
She was on the carpeted floor of the living room before she knew it with Bill pushing her onto her side. Carter lay down in front her and took her leg over his.
His sweet face was filled with need as Carter pushed his engorged cock against her pussy. Bill eased behind her, his hard chest pressing against her back. He slid his hand into the crease of her buttock and spread a cool substance around her dark hole then eased with his finger into the recesses. He soon added another finger and finger-fucked her asshole, loosening her up. Carter pressed his cock against her then eased the tip of it into her pussy.
She moaned and cupped her breasts, teasing her nipples between her fingers. “I need you. Both of you now. Stop torturing me.”
As though her words were the catalyst Carter needed, he thrust his cock into her pussy. His huge shaft strained against her vaginal walls, putting up the most delicious friction. She grabbed her arm as he leaned in to kiss her and nibble on her lower lip.
Bill withdrew his fingers and pushed his cock slowly into her ass. She inhaled then let her breath out again, trying to relax. But relaxing was a difficult thing to do as they rammed against her from both sides.
The sensation of having two cocks inside her was different, bette
r than she’d expected. They filled her, giving her the sensation of them meeting in the middle of her. Carter massaged her clit as he pushed in and out of her then gave her another kiss.
His tongue swept into her mouth, and she closed her eyes, concentrating on the way it felt as she sucked on it. He tasted of the tequila and the lime, but his own flavors soon blossomed, giving her the real flavor of him. She flattened her palms against his chest and played with his nipples between her fingers. He moaned as she did, their sounds mixing together in their mouths.
Bill dug his fingernails into her butt cheek then skimmed his hand along her skin. She jumped, breaking the kiss, as he slapped her butt then gripped it again for a hard squeeze.
“Easy, cowboy. I’m a woman, not a horse.”
“But I bet you like to be ridden.” He whacked her on the butt again and grinned. “Tell me you don’t like it.”
The hell of it was that she did. She liked it a lot. But she couldn’t help but be a little contrary. She had a feeling they liked a woman who’d play with them. “Nope.”
He must’ve seen the lie on her face. “Yeah, you do.” He gave her two repeated slaps.
The ripples of delicious pain raced outward from her ass to spread into her pussy. She clenched her pussy walls around Carter’s cock. He groaned and bent to take her nipple into his mouth.
She hadn’t expected that, but she loved it. If that’s what she got for teasing them with a white lie, then she planned on doing it more often.
His words were muffled, but she understood him well enough.
“Spank her again, Bill.”
She craned her neck around to give Bill her encouragement. “Go on. Do as Carter said. I dare you.”
Bill’s grin grew wider with the next slap on her rump. She squirmed, wanting him to do it again. And then again.
Another spank had her crying out loud with its intensity.
“Tell me you like it.” Bill grabbed her hair and tugged her head back, making her look at him.
Damn, but I love a forceful man. Correction. Men.
“No.”
“Girl, you’re pushing me.” But the joy in Bill’s tone wasn’t hidden by the hard edge of his voice.