How To Break A Cowboy (Savage Shorts)

by Daire St. Denis

  His nostrils flare and he’s breathing hard. “Fuck, Tess. I don’t know if—”

  Lowering myself onto my hands and knees I take the head of him in my mouth and circle him with my tongue. His hips lift off the mattress to meet me and, with a firm grasp around his base, I say again, “Is that clear?”

  I hear him swallow. With a glance up, I see he’s licking his lips. Still fighting the thing he wants, still battling his desires. He squeezes his eyes tight and then lets out a low moan that sounds suspiciously like ‘yes’.

  “Is it clear?” I ask with more force.

  “Yes.”

  “Good,” I whisper and then take him as deeply into my mouth as I can. I press the tip of my tongue to the underside of his cock as I withdraw and then play with the head of him, running my tongue over and around his tip, revelling in how he’s grown hard in my hand.

  I sit up and shrug out of my robe. “You’re going to be my sex toy and you’re going to do exactly as I say.” I turn to the men who are standing just off to the side, both of them flushed—from the pool? Maybe—from what’s about to happen? I hope so. “Same with you two,” I say. “You’re all going to do everything I say, because I’m the boss. Do you understand?”

  The men nod. But I don’t want nods. I want acquiescence.

  “Say it,” I bark.

  “Yes,” Connor says with his usual smirk.

  Dallas is quieter and there’s a hoarse quality to his voice when he agrees to my terms. I like it.

  “Good.” With Wade grasped firmly in my hands, I wriggle my ass between his parted legs and spread my legs, knees bent, feet planted on either side of his waist, so that my smoking slit is saddled right up along his shaft. I shift so that I’m as close as humanly possible, his balls snugged up against my ass, his cock extended up through my open legs so that it looks like I’m wearing a strap-on. I lift my pelvis up and down, sliding my wet heat along his length, my clit ring rubbing deliciously, increasing my pleasure.

  “Kiss me, boys,” I say as I stroke Wade’s cock like it’s mine. “Suck my cock.”

  All three men groan as Dallas approaches from one side and Connor from the other. They fall on me—on Wade—like they’re diving for treasure, excited, frantic, desperate.

  I lean back and press myself against Wade, feeling the other men’s tongues graze me, feeling almost as if I have a penis and know what it’s like to be sucked off. It’s fucking heaven, let me tell you.

  “Dallas,” I say through panting breaths. “Straddle Wade’s face. Wade’s going to suck your cock like’s he’s been desperate to do for months now.”

  Dallas raises his head to glance at me, then he looks at Wade. But Wade’s eyes are closed. Wiping his mouth, he cautiously moves around the bed and does as I ask. The minute his legs are positioned on either side of Wade, Wade takes hold of Dallas’s legs and spreads his ass, raising his head to lick him from balls to anus.

  It takes me a second to realize Wade’s freed himself from his bonds. Okay, so maybe I’m good with numbers…not so good with knots. It doesn’t matter. What matters is how greedy Wade is as he feasts on Dallas and the expression of ultimate bliss on Dallas’s face as he moans and backs himself up, keening like an animal in heat.

  “Now that is fucking hot,” Connor says as he pushes me onto my back and crawls on top of me, a mirror image of Wade and Dallas. His knees straddle my head and his erection bumps suggestively against my face as he leans forward to kiss Dallas.

  So much for being in control!

  But I don’t care because it’s finally happening. The four of us are going at it like we’ve all wanted to since we met. Dallas and Connor lean down again, a continuation of their battle for control of Wade’s cock, while I grate my pussy up and down, up and down. I’m licking and biting the inside of Connor’s thighs until he raises his pelvis enough to give me a better angle so I can take his cock in my mouth. From the grunts and moans, I can only assume Wade is still tongue-fucking Dallas and it’s all one glorious session of four-way fellatio.

  But I want more and I’m not the only one.

  Wade shifts and somehow, despite all of us leaning on him, he’s crawled out from under us. Breathing heavy, he stands at the edge of the bed, his penis hard and purple and angry.

  “You three will pay for that,” Wade says. But unlike his cock, his expression isn’t angry. There’s no more doubt left, at least none that I can see. In its place is the most beautiful expression of love and lust and I smile in relief.

  “Tess Darlin’, you want three cowboys, well you’re going to get three cowboys.”

  Holy shit. I’m in trouble because I see a familiar glint in Wade’s eyes; a glint that lets me know that, while he was willing to let me have control for all of five minutes, Wade’s happiest when he’s calling the shots. It shouldn’t surprise me. He’s the alpha and if truth be told, I love it best that way too. I’m sure I speak for Connor and Dallas as well.

  “Con, cover your cock. Tess is going to ride you.”

  “Fuck me,” I hear Dallas whisper as he crawls off the bed to make room for Connor.

  Wade grabs Dallas’s chin. “Oh, I’m going to fuck you alright. You think you can handle that?”

  “Is that a threat or a promise?” Dallas asks and I realize this is the way it needs to be between these guys, combative. The fact they’re both smiling, confirms that’s how they like it.

  I don’t realize I’m rubbing my pussy until Connor grabs my hand and pulls me down on top of him.

  “Straddle me Tess,” he says. “Come on. I need to be inside of you.”

  My pussy is so wet, so slick, I slide effortlessly down his length.

  “Oh God, that’s good.” Connor grips my hips and thrusts up nice and hard. It’s the closest I’ll ever get to riding broncs.

  “Where do you want Dallas? In front or behind?” Wade asks me as he lifts my hair out of my face.

  I glance at Dallas, at his enormous cock, then I look up into Wade’s fevered gaze. “Behind,” I whisper.

  Wade swipes his thumb across my parted lips. “That’s my naughty girl,” he says, like I’ve passed some test. He takes the lube out of his drawer and moves around behind me, pushing me down onto Connor’s chest.

  “You think you can handle this tight little ass?” he asks Dallas as he lubes me up and slides a finger into me.

  “Fuck,” Dallas says with reverence, and I feel another set of hands on me, fondling me, pressing into me. “I don’t know if I’ll last long enough. She’s so fucking tight.”

  “Mmm,” Wade says. “So pretty too. But don’t be fooled.” Someone slaps me and I jerk. I’m sure it’s Wade but I’m too crazed by the sensation to turn around. “Miss Savage is a very bad girl.”

  He slides his hand around my ass and up my back, scratching my skin as he goes. “And where does this naughty little city-girl want me?” Wade asks, one hand on my spine, the other stroking his cock. I turn my hazy gaze up to his face, but he’s eyeing Dallas.

  “In him,” I whisper. “While he’s fucking me. You think you can handle that, Cowboy?”

  Wade’s eyes widen in surprise. It’s not the answer he expects. He thought I’d tell him to fuck my mouth. Then I’d really have three cowboys at once. But the thought of Wade plowing into Dallas with all that pent up aggression—well hell. I want to have some of that in me. I want to know what it feels like, through Dallas. The thing is, once I’ve got the image firmly embedded in my brain, the desire to see it through drives me fucking insane.

  “Are you sure?” Wade mouths the words.

  I nod. “Do it. Right now.”

  Connor slows his penetrating thrusts and runs his hand up my sweat-slicked sides. “You sure you know what the hell you’re doing?” he asks, breathless.

  I shake my head. “I have no fucking clue what I’m doing. But I know what I want.” I kiss his chest and then lay on top of him, wriggling myself along his shaft.

  With a firm grip on my hips, Dallas dips bot
h his thumbs into me.

  “Oh God. Yes. This is what I want.”

  “Tessa,” Connor whispers. “If you need them to stop, you just say so, okay?”

  “I know, I know.” I lift my head and try to smile to reassure him, but I’m panting too hard. Dallas has that thick, friggin’ cock of his poised right at the entrance of my ass and I grit my teeth, waiting for the pain of penetration.

  “You’re so…” Dallas is panting now too. “So fucking tight, I don’t know…”

  “Let me help.”

  There’s Wade again, behind me, stroking me, working me. By the way Dallas is groaning and moving behind me, Wade’s fingering my ass while he’s sliding his hand up and down Dallas’s erection.

  “Come on, Dallas,” Wade whispers. “Fuck her. You know you want to. You’ve wanted to from the moment you met her. You want to share what we have. You can’t wait to dip your dick in Tessa and see how fucking sweet she is.” He presses into me with three fingers now. “See that? See how ready she is for you?”

  “Oh God,” Connor moans beneath me. “I’m going to come if he keeps that up.”

  I can’t answer. I can’t speak. I can barely think. Because…oh-my-fucking-God! Dallas is inside of me. That huge cock of his has penetrated and he’s deep, so fucking deep. Both him and Connor. They don’t move. None of us do. We all just lay there for a second, frozen together.

  “Oh hell,” it’s Wade who’s groaning now. I hear the sound of a condom packet ripping. More of Dallas’s weight falls onto the bed as Wade moves behind him.

  “Fuck her. Come on. In and out, like this. Do you feel that? What I’m doing with my fingers? Do the same thing to her.”

  I scream because Dallas turns into a wild man, penetrating me hard and fast, his movements jerky and out of control.

  “Tessa?” Connor cries. “You okay, babe?” His words show concern yet his hips drive just as desperately into me from below.

  I’m crying, not because I can’t handle it but because it’s so, so intense. I don’t know where one man starts and the other ends. I feel them so deeply, in places I’ve never been fucked before.

  Yet, somehow, I know exactly the second Wade penetrates Dallas. I can feel it—I swear to God—like his cock is so huge it reaches all the way through Dallas’s body into mine.

  It only takes a couple of combined thrusts before I’m wailing so loud I’m not only scaring coyotes but the bears and mountain lions as well. My body quakes with the intensity of my orgasm. Spasms rock me like aftershocks along a fault line. But my quivering pussy doesn’t stop the men. Oh no. They keep going, keep fucking, keep driving their cocks home again and again and again.

  I’m hyperventilating. It’s the most intense love-making session I’ve ever had and I don’t think I can take another second because I swear I’m going to pass out. Connor takes hold of my hips and holds me tight while he cries his release. Goddamn! Can Dallas feel it? I think so because it’s only a few seconds later that he cries out himself, holding me tight, he’s so fucking deep I can feel him at the base of my throat.

  As usual, Wade lasts the longest, but not by much. And, if I thought I was loud, Wade’s ten times louder. I’ve never heard him lose control like he does right then. His heart-wrenching cry moves me to tears.

  “Oh baby,” Connor says, wiping my face. “We’ve hurt you.”

  “Oh hell, no,” I pant, unable to move a muscle. “That was amazing.” My words get caught on a sob. “So, so amazing.”

  The next thing I know, Wade’s beside me and then Dallas slowly withdraws and lays down on our other side. All three men are stroking my back, making soft sounds at the backs of their throats.

  “Tess?” Wade’s voice is rough and uncertain.

  Somehow I manage to turn my head to him. I smile.

  “Are you—?”

  “Shhh,” I say, putting a finger to his mouth. “I’m good. I may not be able to walk for a week, but I’m so good.” I close my eyes and sigh. “Now, everyone just be quiet and let me rest…but don’t stop petting my back. It feels really nice.”

  Wade laughs and Connor wraps his arms around me. Dallas strokes my hair, tucking it gently behind my ears. I’ve never felt so loved or cared for. It doesn’t take long before I slide into an unconscious stupor to the wonderful background music of my favorite cowboys whispering together.

  *****

  I wake and the bedside clock reads 4:35am. Quietly I disentangle myself from the mass of male bodies. I pause at the foot of the bed. All three men. Together. Naked. Limbs entwined, sleeping peacefully. It’s quite a sight.

  It doesn’t take long for me to gather my things. I don’t want to risk waking the men, so I dress in my robe and quietly roll my packed suitcase out the door, down the rocky slope to the pool house. There are showers there and I’m sorely in need of one. I’m also just plain sore. But it’s okay. It’s a good sore. It’s the kind of sore that brings a smile to my face, reminding me in vivid detail of one of the most remarkable nights of my life.

  I take my time in the shower, gingerly soaping my sensitive body, replaying images from last night behind my closed lids as the water cascades over my flesh. After I towel off, I dress, tie my hair back and apply minimal makeup. My flight for London—the next stop on my work schedule—leaves in four hours. I’d planned on taking a later flight, but after last night I’ve changed my mind.

  If I leave now, I’ll leave while everything is perfect.

  It’s just the way I like it.

  Only Wade has other ideas. He’s standing beside my rental jeep, waiting for me in the grey light of dawn.

  “You were just going to slip out without saying goodbye?”

  “Yes,” I say as I throw my bag in the back seat and then turn to him with a smile. “Last night was the perfect goodbye.”

  He shoves his hands down deep into his pockets. In the dim light, I can see his bare chest beneath his open jacket. A part of me wants nothing more than to bury my face in his naked warmth, but I don’t. Instead I open the driver’s door and climb in.

  “So that’s it?” Wade asks. He sounds so different from the Wade I know. He sounds uncertain.

  It’s good.

  I shut the door and turn down the window. “No, that’s not it. I’ll be back…if that’s what everyone wants.”

  “Of course.”

  I smile again. Then I blow him a kiss. “Bye Wade.”

  “Wait.” He leans forward into the open window. “Tessa, I…ahh hell. I want to thank you. I don’t know why I was such an idiot. If it wasn’t for you—”

  I silence him with a kiss. “Don’t thank me.”

  He breathes in deeply, right next to my ear and exhales long and a little bit sad. “I love you, you know,” he whispers against my cheek.

  “I love you too.” Pulling back a bit, I meet his gaze. Then I nod my head in the direction of the Big House. “Now go love some more.”

  His nod is slow and steady. He’s going to be okay. My cowboys are going to be okay. It gives me an enormous sense of relief and pride…and love.

  I start the jeep and put it into drive. Wade nods and steps back. As I drive away I watch him in the rearview mirror, getting smaller and smaller against the backdrop of the shadows of the Rockies.

  Will I be back? I don’t know. I love these guys but I’m not sure we’re ever going to be able to recreate what happened here this weekend. I suspect Wade shares my hunch. I’m a little bit sad about that.

  Am I glad I came out here to the Lazy L? Damn straight.

  Am I going to follow my own advice, and go out and love some more? Of course.

  My name is Tessa Savage and I’m not the grey wolf…nor am I a cowboy.

  Coming May 2012 from Carina Press…

  Party Of Three

  By

  Daire St. Denis

  Determined to end a long dry spell, Tina is thwarted by her best friend Des who scares off the only eligible guy at their party. But Des more than makes up for it wh
en she and her boyfriend Josh invite Tina to their own intimate celebration. The encounter awakens cravings Tina didn’t even know she had. So she’s intrigued when the couple asks her to join them for two days of sun, sand and steamy sex in Santa Barbara. She should say no. But she doesn’t…

  The erotic weekend is beyond amazing. But there’s something deeper developing between the trio—something Tina is not yet ready to explore. After all, their party of three can’t last forever—can it?

  Watch for other books in the

  Savage Shorts Series

  by

  Daire St. Denis

  Strangers In The Night

  Love And Other Persuasions

  ABOUT THE AUTHOR

  With a degree in Archaeology, Daire St. Denis was sure she was destined to be the next female Indiana Jones. That didn’t quite pan out but she still managed to experience her fair share of exotic adventures. Some of her most daring escapades include, skydiving in Canada, being trapped in the Great Pyramid of Giza, searching for tigers in the foothills of the Himalayas, touring Germany by motorbike and meeting Medusa in the bowels of Istanbul, Turkey.

  Daire loves to pen erotic tales full of passion and unexpected adventure and her colorful past has provided ample inspiration for her muse.

  Find out more about Daire at www.dairestdenis.com.

  Table of Contents

  Table of Contents

  Chapter One

  Chapter Two

  Chapter Three

  Chapter Four

  Chapter Five

  Chapter Six

  Chapter Seven

  Chapter Eight

  Dedication

  Copyright

  Other Books by Daire St. Denis

  About the Author

  www.dairestdenis.com

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  Table of Contents