Logan also approached me and put his hand on my shoulder. “I agree with Jake. We don’t want you to leave the company. We want to stay close to you.”
I glanced between them in surprise. “You think that by leaving the company, I would leave you too?” Jake nodded. I smiled at them, my heart squeezing at the thought that they were worried about me leaving them. They were so sweet. “You’re so silly. And sweet.” I cupped their cheeks and caressed them fondly, trying to convey to them just how much they meant to me. “You don’t need to worry about that, guys. Do you remember what we promised each other three months ago? We said that no matter what, we’ll stay together, and I fully intend to follow that promise,” I assured them. “I’ll never leave you.”
I pressed my lips against Jake’s and poured all my love and devotion into the kiss. His hands clutched my waist, pulling me closer to him. Our tongues slid against each other sensually, awaking our desires, and I moaned into his mouth. I pulled Logan toward me and kissed him, thrusting my tongue into his mouth.
I loved how they tasted and the way their kisses could easily make me burn with desire for them. “We’ll be together forever,” I said passionately. I craved them, every inch of my body begging for them—begging for more.
“Is that a promise?” Logan asked me, his beautiful blue eyes searing into me.
“Yes. I’m selling the company, but I’m not going away from you. I love you and that will never change. So I hope you’ll support my decision.”
Logan and Jake looked at each other before they flashed their beautiful smiles at me. “Of course we’ll support you, babe,” Jake said. “If you think that’s the best decision, we’ll help you.”
“We believe in you, so whatever you decide to do in the future, we’ll always have your back.”
Oh guys. They were the sweetest, but the best part was that they were mine.
“Now, how about we celebrate this properly, huh?” Jake asked me and picked me up. He carried me to his desk and sat me down on the edge. His eyes traveled across my face, drinking in every detail, and my pulse sped up.
He started unbuttoning my shirt, while Logan went around the desk and stopped right behind me. He pulled my hair to the side and leaned in to kiss my ear, slowly sliding his tongue down my earlobe. My blood hummed in my veins with lust, and my pussy clenched, hungry to be filled.
“There is no other woman like you,” Jake said and separated my shirt. “You’re one of a kind, Madeline.” He unclasped the front buckle of my bra and pushed it aside, exposing my breasts to him. “Such perfect tits,” he muttered and lowered his head.
“Jake,” I cried out when his mouth covered my nipple and gave it a gentle tug, making my mound wet. At the same time, Logan’s hands traveled from my neck and shoulders to my waist, halting right above the hem of my skirt.
“You’re too hot,” Logan said and continued to move his hands even lower. “I’m addicted to you.”
“Logan, touch me,” my voice wasn’t mine as I begged him, needing his fingers on my swollen core.
“Mmm, like this?” he asked and pressed his fingers right against my clit, creating an immense pleasure.
“Oh yes. Yes, just like that.” I could barely form a sentence, squirming and panting because of the double sensations. Jake sucked each nipple into his mouth, and I pressed his head against me, going wild.
Logan pushed his hand inside my panties and slid it through my folds, reaching my entrance. “You’re already so wet, sweetheart,” he said and pushed two fingers inside of me.
“Logan! Yes!”
He growled and plunged them deep, stretching me widely. “So hot and tight. See what you’re doing to me.” He grabbed my hand and pressed it against his erection. I grabbed him and gave him a few firm strokes, to which he growled and bit my shoulder.
“Keep fucking me, Logan... Ah!” I moaned loud when Jake’s tongue flickered over my hard nipple, and I squeezed Logan’s dick harder.
Logan was now pumping me fast, making me soak my undies completely, and the pressure in me grew stronger. I could barely breathe when he added another finger and crooked them right where my G-spot was, creating something so delicious that the incoming orgasm threatened to ruin me.
Jake clamped his hand against my mouth when my moans turned into screams. There was no real reason to silence me because we were all alone in the office, but just the act itself aroused me to no extent.
I returned his lustful stare, moving my hips roughly to meet Logan’s thrusts, but I wouldn’t last much longer...
“That’s it, beautiful. Right on my fingers.”
Logan pressed my G-spot again, and that was it...
“Mhm!” I screamed against Jake’s hand and orgasmed, my hips bucking from its intensity.
“So sexy,” Jake muttered and separated himself from me to take off his clothes. Logan and I took each other’s clothes, letting our hands and lips explore our bodies thoroughly.
I pushed Logan against Jake’s desk and knelt in front of him. “Your cock makes my pussy so wet,” I told him and licked his head, picking some of his pre-cum.
He hissed and run his hands through my head, keeping me close. “Keep talking.”
I grinned and licked him again, this time running my tongue all over his head and shaft. “I like to feel how hard you are under my tongue and lips. I like to taste you and make you come in my mouth.”
“Fuck,” Jake growled and pulled my ass up in the air, already behind me with a condom on his dick. My mouth was still on Logan’s cock when Jake pressed against me and penetrated my mound, bringing me the sweetest pleasure I craved for. “Always so tight and wet. You respond perfectly to us, Madeline. You’re amazing.”
More pre-cum poured out of Logan’s tip and I picked it up, twirling my tongue around him one more time before I pushed his cock into my mouth, enjoying the way his body shuddered when I took his whole length in. I loved being able to make them feel like this, and this potent feeling made my blood boil with need for them.
I sucked him faster, matching the rhythm of Jake’s banging, and screamed when Jake hit my cervix.
“Jake!”
He didn’t stop, hitting my cervix again and again, which brought the greatest pleasure combined with dull pain, and it was almost unbearable.
“Keep sucking my cock,” Logan ordered and pulled me by hair, bringing me back to his dick. I swallowed it whole, trying my best to focus on him, but it was so hard when the pleasure that spread through every part of me was stronger than anything.
“I’m coming,” I cried out, and Jake slammed inside even harder, making me climax. “Ah!”
My insides contracted around Jake, the pit of my stomach burning from the force of my orgasm, and my legs threatened to give out on me.
Logan picked me up and led me to the couch, lying down with me on his lap. Jake handed me a condom to put it on Logan. I rubbed against him, more than ready for them both. Jake was right behind me, positioning himself so he could enter my ass, and just as Logan shoved his dick into me, Jake probed my ass, thrusting inside at once.
“Ah! Guys!”
I felt like they were going to rip me into two, but it was the feeling I’d grown to love and anticipate more than anything. I’d never felt closer to them than like this—when they were both owning me and creating the most delightful sensations I could ask for. We moved as one, our bodies yearning to get closer and to give the pleasure that connected us, and there was nowhere I would rather be than in their arms.
“I love you, Madeline,” Logan muttered and kissed me, running his hands up and down my back lovingly.
“I love you,” Jake said behind me and bit into my shoulder, sucking my skin in a way that would produce a hickey.
“I love you too, guys. I always will. You’re mine.”
“We’re yours, and you’re ours,” Logan said and rammed harder into me, bringing me closer to a new climax.
“So tight. I’m cumming, babe.” Jake’s grunts fil
led my ears when he exploded, his cock twitching against my slick walls once, twice, thrice...
Logan was still until Jake finished and pulled out of me, and then slammed into my ass, making me ride him. “Oh Madeline. I love your both holes. You’re so hot and wet.”
His thrusts quickened, just like his fingers on my clit that were now pushing me to my orgasm, and I screamed his name, trembling forcefully. Two thrusts later, he followed me, slamming his lips against mine at the moment he began spurting his load. His arms snaked around me, keeping me close until he finished ejaculating.
I looked at Jake, who was now sitting on his chair, and noticed his full hard-on. A smirk playing on my lips, I stood up and crossed the room, swaying my hips intentionally.
“I’m not done with you yet,” I said, my pussy already anticipating their next move.
Jake smirked at me. “Good, because we don’t intend to stop here.”
And they didn’t. They made love to me throughout the rest of the night, showing me just how much I meant to them and that it was going to last.
And that was all I needed.
Back in the Saddle
A Second Chance Cowboy Romance
By Ellie Wild
Chapter 1: Flynn
University of Oklahoma 2007
My hands drifted along her waist even as her lips brushed against mine. She was magnetic, that Chelsea of mine, and I felt my jeans tighten as my hands slowly drifted up her shirt. She pressed into me and bent her body backward, and I could feel her hard nipples underneath the cloth of her shirt while her lips trailed down my neck. We plummeted to her bed, nothing but limbs and fabrics flying in all sorts of directions, and I could smell the scent of lavender waft through the air.
She wanted me as much as I wanted her, and I couldn’t wait to feel her silkiness on my tongue.
Her hips were thick with the strength of riding horses all her life, and moved my body quickly downward towards her panty line and tugged away at the fabric. I slung her legs over my shoulders while my tongue drew its memory along her swollen core, and she pulled on my hair, trying to bring me closer and closer to her body. She shook and writhed underneath my hands as they trapped her on the bed, and strings of obscenities that fell from those innocent lips shocked even my ears.
“Fuck, Flynn.”
“Please. Please don’t fucking stop. I’ll do anything.”
Her breathless cries spurred me on, and I realized I’d be anything she wanted me to be. I’d wake her up with rolling orgasms and pin her to the wall when she needed to be set straight. I’d take her up on every promise she made while chasing her orgasmic high, and I’d ride her bucking body all the way into the sunset if it meant I could feel her strong legs shaking uncontrollably along the stubble of my cheeks.
Her breathless comments antagonized my throbbing cock, and when I finally felt her fall over the edge, with her hands clutching my hair and her legs shaking around my head, I reached down and pulled my cock free from my boxers. It ached against the cool sheets of the bed, thick with the desire to feel her, and I reared back onto my heels and surveyed her trembling body before one word flew from my lips.
“Anything?”
Her half-hooded eyes connected with mine, and I gasped for air while her body slowly spiraled her back to earth. Out of all the women I’d ever been with, she was the only one who threw her entire being into sex, and it was addicting how powerful she could make me feel. Her earth-shattering orgasms always left her weak and pliable in my hands, and I knew exactly how I wanted her tonight.
Exactly how I wanted her every night for the rest of my life.
I laid myself down on her body and propped myself up on my hands, and my thick shaft slowly rubbed up and down her swollen and sensitive folds before I slowly slid into her. She met my eyes while her body trembled in my wake, with her milky skin that held a burning passion between her legs, and the flush that spread over her chest when I bottomed out into her tight core complimented the raging blue of her eyes.
I thrust into her slowly, watching the frustration cascade over her features with a grin on my face. She was mine. Chelsea August was wholly and entirely mine, and I was never going to let her forget it. Our skin slapped together in the darkness of my dorm room, and my balls hit the crook of her ass when she wrapped her legs tightly around my waist. I lifted myself up onto my knees and unhooked her legs before I tossed them over my shoulders, and I could tell by the way her eyes widened that things were about to get interesting.
I folded her in half and laid my body weight onto her hamstrings, trapping her underneath my body. I wanted her immobile, forced to take the pleasure I was drilling into her body while she raked her nails up and down my arms. Her dirty obscenities devolved into mindless drones while her jaw hung open, and I thrust my tongue between her sweet, pillowy lips and swallowed every single groan that wafted up from her stomach. I felt her fingernails raking down the muscles in my back, and my hips snapped against hers so hard the bed was knocking against the wall.
She could draw any pattern she wanted with those nails, so long as it was my body she was drawing them on.
“You’re mine,” I grunted. “And you’re beautiful.”
“Fuck, Flynn. Oh… yes. Right there. Right there. Right-”
My hips stuttered just as her walls gave way to my cock. They fluttered around my dick, milking my body for everything I could give her, and I filled her core with the essence of myself. I choked her name into the nighttime air while our cap and gowns fluttered with the air conditioning on the floor, and the only thing I could think was how I wanted to do this.
This was how I wanted to end every day for the rest of my days… buried inside of Chelsea as her body gave its control over to me.
I could smell our scents entangling with one another while the sweat from our bodies dripped onto each other’s skin, and as she slid her legs from my shoulders, I watched her body shudder while I slowly pulled out from between her legs.
My body felt naked when it wasn’t pressed against hers.
I held her entire being close to me that night. We didn’t bother cleaning up, and we didn’t bother showering, we simply stared into each other’s eyes before I finally watched her fall asleep. We’d reached the end of the road of our childhood and were about to venture out into the cold world of adulthood, and I thought back to our graduation ceremony that morning and how proud I was when I heard them call her name.
My Chelsea was nestled safely in my arms, and she had graduated college when no one else thought she would.
But I woke up that morning to an empty bed, and she was nowhere to be found. No water was running, no breakfast was being begged for, and no lights were on in the dorm room. There wasn’t even a note scrawled out to give me any sort of inclination as to where she had run off to.
And just like that, my Chelsea was gone. No rhyme, no reason, no explanation, and no apology. She took what she wanted, Chelsea gave what she could, and she left before sunrise.
And she dumped my heart at the entrance to my dorm room before she’d left.
Chapter 2: Flynn
I saw the angry bull off to my side as I stood on the railing of the cage. The barrelmen were lined along the opposite wall, and I couldn’t help but feel a tremor begin in my legs. I took a few deeps breaths to slow my breathing, but I couldn’t help but get angry at the nerves I was feeling. It had been a few years since I’d ridden a bull, but it’s like riding a fucking bike: you just get back up there and do it. There ain’t no practicing or trial runs or nothing like that, you just hop up, jump on, and feel the bull underneath your legs.
See, that’s the thing about bull riding: everyone always thinks you gotta tame the bull. Somehow control its rage. But you can’t control the rage of a bull any more than you can control the path of a tornado: it just takes off, and all you can do is protect yourself and move your body in contrary motion to how the bull is bucking. I picked my eyes up and looked around the stadium, and I real
ized every single seat was full. Sure, I’d been advertised a bit around town with getting back into the swing of things, but I didn’t think this many people would show up just to watch the ride.
It calmed my nerves a bit, seeing all them out there.
I love performing for a crowd. Yeah, sure, I got myself my own ranch and all, but there ain’t nothing like riding for a crowd. Making people smile has always been a thing I’ve enjoyed, and if I can make them smile while doing something that makes me smile, then even better.
“Mr. Rawlings? Time to go.”
One thing I’ve always prided myself in was, I never had a re-ride. Even if I knew something had gone wrong with the equipment, I always knew I could hang on. I never needed the barrelmen to dig me outta trouble, and I always felt confident at the draws before the competition. Bull riding ain’t ever about the animal you get. It’s always about how you can cope with the situation handed to you for eight solid seconds.
Don’t sound like much time, but when that rough stock drops for the first time and that bull takes off, it sure as hell begins to feel like a lot of time.
Of course, the draw this time around for my homecoming ride, they had to give me the bull that almost killed its last rider. When any rough stock ends up wounding or killing its rider, there’s usually some sort of investigation that happens to determine whether the animal should be retired or not. After this bull’s investigation, they decided that the rider didn’t do everything he could’ve to roll right off the bull, and it put his body in the bull’s way.
I had to keep that in mind when finally rolling off this bull after my ride.
I took a deep breath and hopped onto the bull, and I felt his muscles start to twitch beneath my legs. When I did not get off his back, he began flinging me around in the pin, and I adjusted my body weight not to slide off. That usually frightens even the best of bull riders, but to me, it’s a little sneak peek into what’s to come… a little practice run to see how the bull will move. I can tell a lot about a bull by those preliminary shakes in the cage: where it likes to throw its weight, which hooves are more dominant, whether the bulls likes to rear backward or forwards. It’s like a little cheat sheet for the next eight seconds.
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