Espino, Stacey - Hogtying the Cowgirl [Ride 'em Hard 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Stacey Espino

As if the word confirmed their date in the barn, both men exited the vehicle. She followed after them like an anxious puppy. They were both such large men that their strides left her in the dust. She had to jog to meet up with them. She hadn’t had doubts about their offer until she entered the dim interior of the barn to find them both standing there waiting for her. Broad shoulders, muscled arms, strong thighs, and bulging cocks—their bodies were built for sex. Like her times with Clay, she craved to give up control, to be guided along the path of pleasure. There was still so much for her to learn, and she knew both these men were skilled and experienced.

  “Take off your clothes, Angel.” Her jaw dropped. She was going to argue with Clay, but what was the point? This was what she wanted. The idea of stripping for them—in the light of day with the late summer breeze flowing through the center of the barn—made her nerves flare in a twisted, naughty way.

  She pulled off her fancy shirt first, her hair fanning out over her back in a soft sweep. They hadn’t moved, just watching the show being played in front of them. “Bra too,” added Landon. She’d never have guessed, but her best friend and new lover were well suited together. Landon had a sexual side to him she had no idea even existed.

  Angel unclasped her bra, watching their hungry reactions. They reminded her of wolves waiting their turn at a bloody carcass, mouths watering and attention riveted. Without being asked, she unzipped her jeans and kicked them off along with her boots.

  “Panties,” said Clay. She had to build up her courage for that final step, the one leaving her completely exposed and vulnerable. After a deep, cleansing breath, she slipped them off, too. She was tempted to cover her privates with her hands, but somehow knew Clay would scold her for hiding herself from him.

  “Look at her, Clay. Have you ever seen anything so perfect?”

  “Not in my lifetime.” Clay motioned to Landon to pass him something. He dug through the saddle bag he’d flung over his shoulder when they walked to the barn.

  “What’s that?” she asked, trying to get a better look at the item in question.

  “It’s a little something to help prepare you. Now come on over here and lean over, hands on the bench.” She did as he asked. “No, no. Legs straight and a foot apart.”

  Angel shifted into the desire position, leaving her ass exposed to their inspection. She felt a cool, slippery substance being lathered on her asshole. Memories from the night before came back. Visions of Clay’s monster cock sliding in and out of her tight opening through the reflection in front of them. Was he going to fuck her ass right now, and in front of Landon? She wasn’t sure, but decided she loved Clay’s nasty, and craved more, needed more.

  The pressure came next as something was forced into her tight rosette. She instinctively clenched when she felt a foreign material, not Clay’s warm cock. “What’re you doing back there?”

  “It’s a butt plug, Angel. It’ll be our little helper today, limbering you up for Landon’s dick.”

  “Now where did you buy a thing like that? I surely know we don’t have a sex store in town that I know of.”

  “Hush now.” He ran his hand up and down the length of her spine, over the globes of her ass and back. The other continued to battle with her tight anal ring that was trying its damndest to keep the toy out. “Relax, baby-doll. Push out against the pressure. Remember how your cute little ass stretched for me? Imagine you’re opening up in the same way.”

  She tried her best, wanting to move on to the next step. One that promised stimulation and release. She gasped once the toy finally slid fully in, safely past the most difficult hurdle. Clay slapped her ass cheek hard. “Now stay put until I tell you to move.” She felt like an idiot leaning over the bench with her ass in the air, a toy protruding from her nether hole. But it also felt dirty, forbidden, and thrilling.

  “That’s the sexiest fucking thing I’ve ever seen,” said Landon. “I’m dying to get a taste of her pussy. I can see her lips all swollen and glistening.”

  “I ain’t stopping you,” said Clay. “Just make sure she stays put. She don’t listen and she’ll be punished. We have to train our filly to suit our needs.”

  Landon crouched down behind her, a hand on each calf. Her body trembled, becoming weak in the knees. She could feel the moisture flowing from her body, coating her intimate parts. Any minute and her dew would drip down her thighs. That first swipe of his tongue made her forget the butt plug entirely. That one lick was all that was necessary to gain her utter devotion to the dark side. He lapped at her, fucked her with his tongue. All the while he made deep, masculine sounds in his chest reminding her of a man delighting in a feast fit for a king.

  “Don’t let her come,” warned Clay, pulling her out of her euphoria. Landon’s mouth slipped off her clit, leaving her bereft, desperate for more. She stood up and turned, searching for her lovers.

  Clay and Landon shared devilish smirks, as if they expected her to disobey and reveled in it. She’d done everything they’d asked so far. Her only crime was taking her hands off the bench. Would they punish her just for that?

  Chapter Thirteen

  Clay was in his element. All the desires he’d stifled since moving to his new town came back with a vengeance. Angel’s skin was flawless, her breasts sloping out into tempting peaks, her nipples the color of ripe peaches. He could stand back and admire her figure all day, but she’d just broken the rules. It was the excuse he needed to really start this party. Clay wanted to see Angel bound and begging, so wound up she was tempted to use her safe word—but not tempted enough.

  “Why’re you looking at me like that,” she said, still frozen in place.

  “No, you tell me, Angel.”

  “Because I didn’t stay where you told me to?”

  Landon grabbed a length of rope off a hook behind him. “I think she moved on purpose.”

  “I tend to agree.” Clay paced in an arch around her, not reaching, not touching, keeping her on the edge, wondering what was next. “She knows exactly what she wants. She’s just afraid to ask for it.”

  He nodded to the other man, who moved into action. Clay would make everything right with Landon when all was said and done. He wasn’t a monster, didn’t come here looking to destroy lives. He’d met the Wilders last week. They were good people, reminding him of his own parents before they were killed. The thought of being responsible for their family business going bankrupt soured his stomach. There had to be a way to make amends. His new operation was already thriving. He was sure there was a place for Landon and his parents in the great scheme of things.

  If he had to share the woman he coveted, it would be with Landon. He was a decent man, and they got along well. Never having a brother, he suspected Landon would fit that bill perfectly. They both understood Angel’s needs, the delicate way to handle her. Maybe it would take two men to give the little hothead enough attention and discipline.

  Landon secured her wrists together in front of her, using a hogtying knot. She never fought him, which surprised Clay.

  “Her ankles, too,” he said. “She needs to be hogtied.”

  The cowboy proceeded to scoop her up into his arms and lay her down on the bench. With her knees bent up, he bound her ankles. Not tight enough that she couldn’t open her legs slightly. It seemed Landon knew what he was doing, but then again, it seemed most cowboys knew how to hogtie a woman as well as a calf.

  “I don’t like this,” said Angel. He was surprised she’d kept quiet this long. Her chest rose and fell in heavy succession.

  “Are you ready to use your safe word?” he asked.

  “I don’t like being unable to protect myself.” She tested her binds, but found them secure.

  Clay knelt by her head and kissed her forehead, gently brushing away the stray blonde hairs from her face. “Do you think I’d hurt you?”

  “I don’t know you.”

  “Then I’ll have to teach you to trust me. What better way than giving up your power?” Clay was determined to wi
n the cowgirl over. She’d confided in him, pulled down her greatest barrier. Surely she could trust him with her body. He’d taken things slow yesterday as he took her anal virginity. Clay may enjoy some pain with his pleasure, but only if his partner wanted it as much. Angel had enjoyed being spanked, but he wouldn’t push her into anything she was uncomfortable with.

  “Don’t you hurt me, Clay Roberts. You promised.” He knew she was referring to his promise never to hurt her, never to leave. It was a promise he planned on keeping. The young cowgirl needed to learn there were good men out there, men she could trust—love.

  “This cowboy keeps his promises.” Clay let his hand slip from her face down to her breasts. He took his time, memorizing every inch of her curves, enjoying the way her skin quivered under his touch. His woman was ticklish.

  Landon unbuckled his belt, eying Angel from the end of the bench. The younger man was just as pent up as he was, his cock straining behind the denim of his pants. As much as Clay would like to make this day last forever, Landon was too eager to get started.

  Clay bent over and tossed her bound body over his shoulder like a sack of grain. He spanked her ass, holding her in place while Landon spread out three layers of saddle blankets on the ground next to the bench.

  “Okay, Clay. Set her down on her knees.” He sat on the bench, his cock jutting out from his open zipper, chest bare. Clay cautiously set Angel down on the saddle blankets. She rested her tied hands on the small section of bench between Landon’s legs. He’d never watched a woman he cared about suck another man’s dick, but he’d never really cared about anyone the way he did Angel. This would be a test of his self-control. To watch without partaking, to share without seeking revenge.

  * * * *

  Angel stared at the virile cock in front of her. She knew what Landon expected of her, and she couldn’t deny she was curious and tempted to take him in her mouth.

  If she used her safe word to end things now, she’d never get to have both men at the same time. It obsessed her waking thoughts, and she knew it had to happen if she were ever to keep both men. Only a week ago she was ready to die an old spinster, but now she was determined to win the love of not one, but two cowboys. It was surreal but also the most natural thing in the world. The men got along as if they were meant to share her.

  “Come on, Angel. This is all for you, only you.” She could see the need on Landon’s handsome face. His blue eyes pleading her to soothe his aching cock. She wanted to give him pleasure as he’d given her, but it was more difficult than she expected. Angel took a tentative lick of the broad, darkened head. He groaned and dropped his head back against the stall boards.

  “I think he likes it, Angel.” Clay was right there beside her, watching, running his fingers comfortingly through her hair. It was titillating performing for a spectator. “Go on, it’s easy. Take as much of his cock in your mouth as you can.”

  She was a cowgirl, not supposed to be afraid of anything, certainly not her best friend’s beautiful dick. This was her choice, no coercion, only the unspoken promise of a relationship, of love. She needed to be accepted, loved, with no strings attached.

  Angel closed her mouth over his erection, not sure exactly what to do. Landon stayed still, holding the root of his shaft steady for her. He wasn’t gross, but silky against her tongue, warm, and thick. This was Landon’s body, an extension of him, so she should essentially love his cock. Angel’s scattered thoughts and rationalizing fizzled away once she worked up a rhythm. She became lost in the act, savoring Landon’s taste, musky scent, and most of all, the rugged, gravely sounds he made. In less than a minute she learned what he liked, which movements of her tongue or pressure of her sucking pleased him most.

  “That wicked tongue of yours is put to much better use on my cock, Angel.” He reached forward and held each side of her head. “But you best stop now or I won’t be able to hold on much longer.” She sat back on her heels and swiped her lips with her closed fists.

  “She’s behaving too well for us to keep her legs together any longer. I expected more of a fight from our wildcat, but it seems she’s learning what she likes real fast. It’s time we start what we intended to,” said Clay, pulling out a switchblade. He helped her to her feet and then bent over to slice through the rope between her ankles. She kept quiet, not asking why her wrists weren’t cut free as well. At least she could run and kick.

  Angel watched Clay remove his shirt. She wanted to touch the small patch of hair between his pecs and the trail leading into his Wranglers, but she couldn’t. In fact, her tongue was lively, desperate to lick all those sun-kissed muscles. Maybe they were safer with her hands bound. Her lust was climbing off the charts, her body hot and unsated.

  “Now, I’m taking out the toy. Brace yourself, darlin’.” Clay slipped the silicone phallus out of her ass and set it aside. She’d actually forgotten about the butt plug, too focused on Landon’s cock and the forbidden act. “Tell me you want this. Tell me you want both our dicks inside you at the same time.”

  Angel nodded, earning her a frown. “Say it.”

  “Yes.” She wanted them to take, not ask. It felt wrong to admit to wanting something so vulgar.

  “Spank her ass, will you, Landon?”

  Her so-called best friend didn’t hold back. He spanked her ass with a splayed hand so hard that she fell into Clay’s chest. Damn, he smelled good.

  “Tell me in detail what you want us to do, Angel,” Clay insisted.

  “I want—I want both of your cocks inside me, filling my pussy and my ass.” If felt erotic as all hell hearing herself say those naughty words aloud. If her brothers could hear her, they’d lock her away in the cold cellar until the cows came home on their own. But it was just her, Landon, and Clay in this private, rundown barn. Her horse was in the farthest stall, occasionally whinnying and pawing the floor. She felt just like that horse, a kindred spirit. They both needed to learn to trust, but once that love and security was established, they’d be loyal to a fault.

  Clay kissed her lips once and then stripped off his remaining clothes before lying back on the cool, wooden bleacher. His cock was huge, just as she’d remembered from yesterday. That same erection had entered her ass as she watched in the mirror. “Come sit on me, baby-doll. Straddle the bench and ride my cock. Show me just how naughty you can be.”

  Her pussy was so wet, so achy, just pressing her legs tight together made the pulse deepen, on the cusp of orgasm. She mounted her cowboy and lowered herself over his waiting erection. He guided her down, inch by inch, until she was sitting on his hips with his cock buried to the hilt. Clay filled her completely, quenching the burning need inside her walls. She sighed, contented she finally had him where she wanted him.

  Landon knelt on one knee beside the bench and cradled one breast into his hand before feeding it into his mouth. As he suckled her tit, she felt Clay’s dick throb inside her. He still hadn’t moved, a sign of Herculean control. But he held her hips in a too-tight grip, the sting of pain making her clit tingle.

  As he let go of her breast, he rose to his feet and kicked off his boots and jeans. “Ride him hard, Angel. Get yourself nice and wet. I’m coming to join you in a minute.”

  Angel took over since Clay wouldn’t act. She rose up and dropped down, using the strength in her thighs to power her movements. He was so long and thick, each down thrust caught her breath. It took her a while to work up a steady tempo, which began to remind her of riding her old mare. Skills in the saddle seemed to translate well to riding a cowboy—the shifting of her hips, use of her feet and legs to lift her off the saddle to push the horse forward. Now her lifelong training was being used to offer maximum pleasure to one of her men. His eyes rolled back in his head and his jaw tightened depending how hard she came down on him.

  More hands. Clay held her hips, but Landon’s hands snaked around her body to fondle her bouncing breasts. She could feel his cock rub against her ass as he moved in close behind her. He whispered in her ear, �
�Lean over. I’m coming in.” Landon kissed the side of her neck before easing her chest to chest with Clay.

  His lubed cock didn’t need as much preparing as Clay’s did the night before. It had been prepared by their toy, readying her for this moment. The sensation of him filling her wasn’t pain, but not pleasurable yet, either. She grunted as he fought for entrance. Her sensitive nerves and seldom used muscles awakening from the intrusion. Once she felt the two dicks collide, squeeze for space, she began to fully appreciate what they were offering. There wasn’t a single place in her body not lit up, sated, and throbbing.

  “You okay?” asked Clay, stroking leisurely up and down her backbone.

  She nodded rapidly.

  “I want to hear you. Does it hurt?”

  “Just…full.” She felt so full she was close to gagging. That tightness, the tentative balance between full and bursting, was an orgasmic line to walk on. When they began to work together, sliding out of her pussy and ass in a scissoring motion, her orgasm rolled in like a freight train. There was no stopping it. No holding it off for a while longer. Her pussy and ass clenched down on the cocks in a merciless hold.

  Angel cried out, screamed their names as her release went on and on and on. They worked her body the whole time, making her crazy and overstimulating her clit. If they continued, she knew she’d come again, and she wanted to. That moment before she’d peaked had been like getting a glimpse of heaven. Then the soul-ripping contractions tore through her body.

  Clay kissed her hard, his mouth claiming hers as both men fucked her body. The intimacy of kissing added another layer to their lovemaking. Landon fucked her ass and teased her nipples. Clay rocked in and out of her pussy, his pubic bone rubbing torturously on her hypersensitive clit.

  “After today, you’ll be ruined, darlin’. You’ll never feel full enough with just one of us,” Clay said against her lips. She supposed it was only fitting. They’d both made their mark on her in different ways, no less significant. It was appropriate that she’d need both men physically and emotionally.