Ecstasy in Elk's Crossing (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Robin Gideon

  “I’ve made the decision,” Katie whispered. “I’m yours. I’m all of yours. But right now, right here, I want you, Aaron. You’re the only McGowan I know that I haven’t really given satisfaction to. You were always holding me, kissing me.” Her gaze went from his eyes down to the front of his jeans, which were bulging noticeably. “It was shameless of me to be squeezing your cock the way I was.” She heard him groan at the memory. “I’ve gotten you so hard, but I’ve never given you satisfaction.” Very slowly, her attention went from the swollen bulge in his jeans back to his face. “You’re always putting everyone else first. Not this time. Aaron, I want you to stand there and let me take care of everything. Let me give you the kind of passion you deserve.”

  Aaron reached for Katie, but she shook her head quickly. She took him by the wrists and placed his palms on the edge of the pool table near his hips.

  “Just stand there,” Katie whispered. For the first time, she looked around at the other brothers. All their attention was focused solely on her. “I’ll get to each and every one of you sometime soon, but right now, this is all about Aaron. You can watch, of course. I’ve discovered that it excites me to have you watching me. But for now just be part of the audience, and know with rock-solid certainty that the time will come when it’ll be you I’m kneeling in front of.”

  She looked into Aaron’s eyes, thought of tasting a kiss from him before she got down on her knees, and then realized that if she didn’t act quickly, her flagging courage would vanish altogether. Watching the movement of her hands as though they belonged to someone else, she placed them on Aaron’s broad chest then used the sides of her manicured thumbnails to scratch his nipples lightly through his shirt. The rumbling groan she received in response gave her all the approval she needed.

  As her palms slid slowly down the front of Aaron’s body, Katie sank to her knees in front of him. She’d been on her knees in front of a man before, but never when she had an audience. And of all the things that the McGowans had done to her while Aaron held her so his brothers could take and give their pleasure, she’d never once been put on her knees. They had given her cunnilingus, but she’d never given fellatio.

  He had a big, oval-shaped belt buckle. It was silver and engraved with the brand of the Circle-Square-Circle Ranch. For several seconds, Katie just looked at the buckle, struggling to comprehend the reality that she was on her knees in the middle of the saloon she had seemingly inherited, about to give one of the four men she loved a blow job—a slow, leisurely, make-his-toes-curl-inside-those-cowboy-boots blow job that would be impossible for him to ever forget.

  She opened his buckle and slipped free the wide leather belt. The snap of his jeans offered little resistance, though she had a bit of difficulty pulling down his zipper. He moved away from the pool table just long enough for her to lower his jeans to the tops of his thighs, and then he sat back again. The long shaft of his cock stood out through the gaping fly of his boxer shorts. Rather than try to lower them past the unyielding barrier of his erection, Katie reached into the fly and, with a bit of effort and a small grunt of discomfort from Aaron, tugged his heavy balls out through the opening as well.

  Katie licked her lips and was surprised to discover that her mouth was watering, as though she was a starving woman anticipating a delicious meal. Though she’d given head before, it was something that she had done without any great enthusiasm. Sometimes she’d done it out of some sense of obligation or fairness. With David, it was the only way he could get an erection if he’d had a drink or two. Either way, Katie had performed fellatio with what she had hoped was a certain skill, but with very little spirit.

  Until now.

  Wrapping the slender, pale fingers of her right hand around the shaft, Katie sat on the backs of her heels and looked up into his face as she began stroking him. “Never in my life,” she said with quiet sincerity, “have I ever wanted to suck a man’s cock as much as I want to right now.” Aaron leaned down and, with just the pads of his fingers, caressed her cheek and temple while giving her the half smile she had learned to adore. She turned her head and kissed his palm, let her tongue tickle his hand briefly, and then said, “This time, all you have to worry about is yourself. Let me take care of everything.”

  Intensely aware that everything she said and every move she made was being watched and listened to by the entire McGowan clan, Katie leaned forward and began licking the crown of Aaron’s erection. He was plump and thickly swollen, and as she tongued his cock, she heard him groan his approval. Several of his brothers groaned, too, though Katie suspected it was because they felt tortured at being able to watch but not participate in the lurid, public blow job she was performing.

  She had the entire knob moist before she pushed her lips slowly over it. Aaron’s low moan was an aphrodisiac to Katie. Never before had she wanted so much to selflessly please a man, to bring him to such a climactic release that he would never, ever forget the experience.

  She massaged the shaft with her lips, taking Aaron deeper. When the crown pressed against the opening of her throat, she tried to take him even deeper, realized quickly that she couldn’t, and then rotated her face around him. With her mouth filled to overflowing with Aaron’s hard cock, she cupped his balls in her left palm and gave them a firm squeeze.

  “Ohhh! That’s damned good,” Aaron said quietly, his tone hoarse with lusty tension. “You make me feel like a king.”

  Katie began bobbing back and forth, pulling away until just the slitted tip of the hard cock still separated her lips, then moving farther down the shaft until the crown pressed threateningly against her throat. Each time she filled her mouth with him, she squeezed his heavy, egg-shaped balls and moved her head slowly in a rotating fashion.

  Aaron reached down and stroked Katie’s hair. She loved the gentle caress. A moment later, when he bent at the waist and squeezed her left breast through her blouse and bra, she thought of removing the clothing so that he could touch her without barriers.

  Tilting her head back on her shoulders, Katie looked up into Aaron’s eyes, aware of the lurid picture she was presenting, hoping desperately that he was as aroused as his bone-hard erection indicated.

  “Woman, you are so damned sexy,” he whispered, looking straight into her eyes. “I’ll never get enough of you. Never.”

  Katie leaned back, releasing him from her oral embrace. She watched her own hand moving slowly along the saliva-moistened length of his cock.

  “Such a bounty,” she whispered, sliding her fist down the shaft until her fingers were wrapped firmly around the base. Covetously, possessively, she added, “And all mine.”

  For the first time since she had knelt, she looked around at the other brothers. They stood only a few yards away. They were close enough to hear everything she said and see everything she did to their eldest brother. Katie saw that, without exception, each brother had an erection trapped inside his jeans.

  Soon enough I’ll have to satisfy all of them. Four lusty men...four lusty cocks....

  A shiver went through Katie at the thought of what kind of uninhibited behavior would be required of her to give them all sexual release, to satisfy each of the McGowan men. They would want her pussy, her mouth, and her ass. Just looking into their eyes made her certain of it. They would want everything she could give, and in return they’d give her everything they had.

  She turned her attention back to Aaron. A drop of pre-cum had formed at the slit. Leaning forward, aware of the erotic spectacle she presented, she stuck her tongue out and licked off the cream. It was salty, but for the first time in her life, she didn’t mind.

  Turning her face to the side, Katie licked and used her lips lightly on the shaft, moving slowly toward the base. Once there, she tongued his balls until they were moist, then tucked them one at a time between her lips and sucked lightly on them.

  Aaron ran his palm over the back of Katie’s head, caressing her hair. “You’re sure I can’t do anything for you in return? I’m
feeling a little selfish here.”

  “Next time, perhaps,” Katie replied, her lips nuzzling his balls as she spoke. Then she tantalized the shaft with her lips as she made her way back to the crown. “Right now, all I want you to do is watch and feel.” She licked the head of his cock, the tip of her tongue toying with his slit. “I want to please you.” She looked up into his eyes and whispered, “I want to swallow your cum.”

  He groaned in response to her saucy comment, and Katie pushed her lips over the head of his swollen cock, taking in as much of him as she could. She drew a firm vacuum on Aaron and began bobbing her head and shoulders a bit more quickly than before, determined now to bring him to the brink of ecstasy then take him further.

  It was Blair’s startled cry that shattered Katie’s plan. “Oh, shit! It’s the boys from the Square-B Ranch!”

  She almost leaped to her feet, her thoughts and emotions in a whirl. It was impossible for her to accept that she had just been on her knees giving Aaron a blow job while all his brothers stood nearby, watching her wicked behavior.

  “Stall ’em,” Aaron ordered, taking long strides toward the men’s restroom.

  Chapter Six

  There were only two pickups in the parking lot, plus one car. David had hoped he’d find just the car, but luck hadn’t been with him. It seemed Lady Luck had completely abandoned him for quite some time now. But maybe that would change soon. Katie had looked a lot better than he’d remembered. It would be good to have her in his bed again, in his arms, to feel the lush warmth and firmness of her full breasts against his chest as he thrust into her hard and fast….

  David had parked his car on a gravel road off the highway nearly a mile away. On his way back to the Mountain View Saloon, he’d had plenty of time to think about what he was going to say to Katie when he got her alone again. She had to be punished, of course. Severely so, in fact. But he was going to take her back into his life, into his arms. Seeing her again earlier in the day had reminded David of just how lovely she was. True, she was headstrong and more feisty than she had any right to be, but he intended to get that out of her system. All she needed was to learn a few lessons, and there wasn’t a better teacher for her in the world than David. He was certain of that.

  As he approached the saloon, tacking far to the north so that he could walk along the tree line and stay hidden in shadows, David was glad now that he’d shown the good sense to leave his car behind. He wanted to see how she behaved with the men he’d seen driving up. Was she flirting with them, the same as she’d flirted with the steak house customers back in San Francisco? He hoped not. Back then, he had been forced to slap her around some, just so that she’d learn the error of her ways. David didn’t want to slap her around for flirting with other men, though she would have to be punished for going to the police and getting him sent to jail for months.

  David’s shoes crunched softly against the gravel as he approached the saloon. He could hear the jukebox playing a country-western tune.

  Nothing but fucking rednecks out here.

  The thought made David feel better about himself. He liked knowing he was better than the men around him. He’d never doubted his supremacy back in San Francisco, and it certainly wasn’t in doubt here in some stinking shit hole called Elk’s Crossing.

  He heard the crack of billiard balls striking, followed immediately by several men giving some kind of primitive war whoop. It was difficult for David to figure out what Katie could be doing in a place such as this. There was nothing either country or western about her, and though she’d been slutty enough to flirt with the businessmen who came to the steak house, she wasn’t enough of a cunt to associate with manure-spattered cowboys. David was confident in his assessment of Katie because he’d always been picky about the women he fucked.

  David could feel his heart rate accelerate as he reached the saloon. He flattened his back to the wall, just to the side of a big window, and waited a moment, breathing in deeply a couple times to calm himself. Finally, very slowly, he turned so that he faced the building, and then moved inch by inch to the side until he could look in the window.

  He saw a handful of men in their twenties, wearing jeans and cowboy hats, standing around the billiard table. He looked toward the bar, but Katie wasn’t there. Movement to his left drew his attention. He hesitated, not wanting to step more directly in front of the window, knowing instinctively that for now he needed to keep his presence a secret from Katie.

  Katie was talking to a tall cowboy with a mane of sandy hair and a downturned mustache. David didn’t like the way she looked up at him. There was open affection in her expression. Soon, he’d have a talk with her about that. David realized he had a lot of teaching to do. He wouldn’t give her a black eye like he had in San Francisco. Too many people noticed a black eye. But if he put the bruises on her arms or legs or ribs, bruises that would be hidden by her clothing, then she’d learn her lesson, and he wouldn’t have a bunch of nosy bastards and prissy bitches asking questions that were none of their goddamned business.

  He watched as Katie took the cowboy by the hand and walked him over to the billiard table then gave him a firm push. The rest of the men moved closer to Katie. For a few seconds, as she was talking to the men, David’s view of her was blocked by one of the men, but after a few seconds he took a step to the side. After that, though, David didn’t have a full view of what was happening.

  What the hell is she saying? She looks nervous. She also looks more friendly with those clod-hopping cowboys than she should. Damn, her tits look good. So do her legs and ass. I wonder if she’s lost some weight. He smiled at the thought. Probably went on a diet to get me back. I always said she needed to lose some weight if she wanted to keep me.

  He was looking at her profile, and the plump fullness of her breasts brought back memories of when he’d first set eyes on her at the steak house, and how he’d promised himself that the day would come when he’d fuck her. As with most of the goals he’d ever set for himself, he’d accomplished it. Fucking Katie had required more time, dinners, and sweet talk than he would have liked, but she eventually relented, and that was the important thing.

  Standing in the darkness outside the saloon, he wondered when next he’d fuck her. Soon, he decided. He deserved a good fucking, and she was just the bitch to give it to him. He was certain she’d come around to his way of thinking. She always did, except for that bit of foolishness when she called the police.

  David’s mind wandered a bit, thinking back on the police and what a crime it was that scumbags in blue uniforms should wrestle him to the ground and put handcuffs on him, so he didn’t at first notice that Katie was getting more than just a little “friendly” with the big cowboy. His jaw literally dropped when he watched her sink slowly to her knees as she opened his jeans and brought them down. The cowboy’s cock sprang out, and David could hardly believe his eyes.

  Was that really Katie on her knees, about to give some stinking cowboy a blow job? And she was going to do it with more cowboys standing around watching her!

  He watched, thunderstruck, as Katie starting licking the cowboy’s cock. Then she took him in her mouth, and David knew with all his heart and soul that he’d never seen a more disgusting thing in his life. There was the woman he had been about to bring back into his life, fully clothed but on her knees, slowly bobbing back and forth to perform what appeared to be a willingly given, sensual blow job.

  A thousand conflicting thoughts rocketed through David’s consciousness. The injustice of it was nearly enough to make him retch. Back in San Francisco, Katie had never shown much zeal in giving him head. She’d done it, but it was clear to David that it wasn’t an activity she much enjoyed. And now she was on her knees in the middle of a saloon, sucking some worthless cowboy’s cock while a bunch of other cowboys watched?

  That cunt has got a lot of lessons to learn!

  It was the sweep of headlights from a big Chevrolet Suburban that pulled David’s attention away from the sa
loon’s interior and back toward the highway. Suddenly illuminated the by headlights’ glare, his instinct for survival kicked in. Moving at an undignified run, he headed for the nearby trees, moving away from the headlights and the saloon, certain only that Katie had committed crimes against him. When he took his justifiable revenge for what she’d done, she might not live through her punishment.

  * * * *

  Katie was behind the bar and ready to grab beers out of the cooler by the time the men from the Square-B Ranch walked through the front door of the Mountain View Saloon. Garrett and Flynn were pretending to be in the middle of a game of eight-ball. The others had taken stools at the bar, and though they all gave a greeting to the men who entered, none of them stood.

  They’ve all got erections they’re trying to hide. She smiled her greeting to the four men from the Square-B Ranch. Was I really just giving Aaron a blow job while all his brothers watched me? Was I really doing that just a minute ago?

  “You’re looking sweet tonight, Miss Katie,” the Square-B foreman said as he straddled a barstool. “But then you look sweet every night. That must be why you had yourself a Peeping Tom when we pulled into the parking lot.”

  Katie frowned. “Peeping Tom?”

  “Yep. I pulled into the lot, and he was standing at that window over there, lookin’ on in.” The foreman shrugged his broad shoulders and tipped his straw Stetson back on his head with a forefinger. “I hit him with the headlights, and he run off like a scared jackrabbit. Don’t suppose you’d know who it is?”

  “No,” Katie lied. Her first instinct was to do whatever was necessary to keep the McGowans and David separated. “How would I know?”

  * * * *

  “She’s not going to show up.”

  Aaron looked at Garrett and replied, “Yes, she will. She’s only late because of work. Sometimes that takes a while.” He was standing near the fireplace at the ranch, a cold can of beer in hand, trying to pretend he wasn’t as anxious as the rest of his brothers. “Katie said she’d come here, so she will.”