Buckskins, Boots & Bondage (Cowboy Kink)

by Holt, Desiree

  “You like that?” Tucker’s voice, always taking the lead. “We’re going to make you feel so good. I love sliding my fingers into that hot tight ass of yours, still red from the spanking. Pinching those poor nipples squeezed tight in those clamps.”

  “Feeling the juice of your hot little puss.” Justin picked up the thread. “Rubbing my fingers in it and sliding over your cunt lips. Brushing the throbbing button of your clit.”

  “Tasting your pussy,” Tucker went on. “Licking the hot skin of your ass.”

  “Filling both holes at once so you can be fucked by both of us at the same time.”

  Tucker breathed against her ear. “Sound good, Angel?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. She wanted it. Oh, yes, more than anything, she wanted all those things done to her. With her.

  The gentle assault on her cunt was driving her nuts. Strokes that were firm enough to tease every sensitive nerve yet not hard enough to satisfy the need throbbing inside her. She rocked her hips slightly, trying to urge the twins to touch her harder. Probe deeper. But the rhythm they set was just enough to draw her to the edge and keep her there.

  Suddenly, a large palm smacked one cheek of her butt, startling her, and cream flooded her pussy in response.

  “She likes that, bro,” Justin drawled. “The minute you spanked her, she gushed into my hand.

  “Maybe we should do it again.” Tucker’s teeth scored the tender skin of her neck as his hand connected with her ass again. Warmth surged down her buttocks and thighs and to the lips of her cunt.

  Justin rubbed the damp lips with the flat of his hand, stroking the very tip of her clit at the same time. “Man, that ass is just made for spanking,” he breathed almost reverently. “What a gorgeous shade of red. Do it again.”

  Tucker obliged, the smack of his hand like an arrow straight to the middle of her cunt. She moaned softly.

  “You’re right,” Tucker told him. “You should see it from this side.”

  Listening to the brothers discuss her that way made Angel even hotter. She tried to rock between them again, seeking to increase the friction of their touch against her tingling skin, but their hands anchored her firmly in place.

  “I don’t know about you,” Tucker went on, “but if I’m not inside her in the next sixty seconds, I might lose my mind.”

  “Mm. I’m with you.” Justin brushed a kiss against Angel’s cheek. “Hold on, Angel girl. We’re going to take care of you real good.”

  She heard the crinkling of condom wrappers, felt the movement of hands and bodies as they dressed themselves for action. In the next moment, fingers gently separated the globes of her buttocks, a thick penis nudge at her anus and then slowly and steadily pushed inside her.

  “Breathe,” Tucker murmured. “Deep breaths. I’ve got a lot, but you can take it all. That luscious ass was made for fucking as well as spanking. That’s it, Angel girl.”

  She breathed in and out through her mouth as he filled her one inch at a time. A burning sensation surged through her, the friction against the sensitive skin of her rectum turning white hot. Yet, at the same time, the pain produced a very intense pleasure. Her entire body clenched and vibrated as both the pain and pleasure increased. When he was all the way in, his balls touching the curve of her ass, he pressed a palm against her tummy and pulled her back against him.

  “Justin’s turn,” he growled and moved a hand to lift her upper thigh and open her up for his brother.

  Fingers plucked at her clit and stroked her wet slit, two of them sliding inside her pussy, then out again.

  “I can feel your cock inside her,” Justin rumbled. “Man, she is tight. Hot and tight.”

  A thick shaft prodded the opening of her cunt then moved slowly into her wet clasp. Justin plucked and pinched and pulled her clit as he moved deeper and deeper into her body.

  And then they were both there, two heavy, thick cocks filling every inch of her, rubbing against each other through the thin membrane separating them.

  Unexpectedly, a mouth pressed against hers in a kiss so searing, yet so gentle, it nearly stole her breath. Justin’s tongue slid inside, gliding across hers, coaxing it to dance with him, licking every inner surface of her mouth. She had the oddest sensation that he could reach way down inside her with that clever tongue and lap everywhere.

  At the same time, Tucker skimmed kisses across her shoulder and down her arm then back up to that sensitive spot just behind her ear. The multiple assault on her senses released a spring inside her and a soft climax shuddered through her.

  Justin’s mouth left hers and lowered to the clamped, swollen buds of her nipples, licking them and closing his lips around them each in turn.

  And then, as if with some invisible signal, the brothers began to move. As one moved forward, the other slid partially out of the clasp of her body. Then the reverse. Again and again, in a tempo so slow she wanted to scream at them to hurry. That the need was already building in her again. She’d had two orgasms so far and they’d barely taken the edge off their own desire.

  Justin cupped one breast, his thumb rasping the tormented nipple, while Tucker reached between her thighs to that tender tissue between her anus and her cunt and scraped it gently with the tip of his finger.

  “Please,” she whimpered, struggling to climb the elusive peak.

  “Please what, darlin?” Tucker asked. “Please make you come?”

  “I think that’s what she wants,” his brother said.

  Hands tightened on her as two big, hard-muscled bodies picked up the rhythm, moving faster and faster, cocks rubbing against each other with increasing friction. Deep inside her body, Angel felt something release and climb, something volcanic and incendiary that seared every inch of her inside and out. It rose and rose as Justin and Tucker pounded into her again and again. Angel could do nothing except hang on for dear life and let the ride take her to the top.

  When the orgasm hit, it took all of them at the same time, three bodies clenching and shaking with a force so unexpectedly violent it stole their collective breath. Angel screamed her pleasure as the two thick cocks pulsed over and over inside her. As the brothers spilled their semen into the latex reservoirs they shouted their satisfaction, loud guttural sounds that only increased the force of her spasms..

  Afterward, they lay quietly, still connected, sweaty bodies glued together, air seesawing in and out of lungs, hearts thundering. Angel hoped someone would help her move because she didn’t think she could do it herself.

  Taking great care with their movements, the brothers slid from her body and eased off the bed to dispose of their condoms. Then they were back, releasing the buckskin bindings on her wrists and untying the blindfold. And she got her first glimpse of them totally naked.

  Holy shit!

  Lean sculpted bodies, the kind honed through hours of hard manual labor rather than workouts at the gym. One broad chest dusted with dark blond hair, the other with small black curls. Abs that Angel was sure she could bounce a quarter on. But what really took her breath away were the two cocks, now resting at half-mast but even then more impressive than any she’d seen at full alert. They were thick and long, with purplish heads. Beneath them, sacs heavy with their balls rested against thighs that had touched her and rubbed against her.

  Thinking of those two enormous shafts filling her body, fucking her, made her mouth go dry, and she licked her lips to moisten them. What she wouldn’t give to take each heavy cock into her mouth and suck it until they filled her mouth with their semen. Or maybe she could use her mouth on one while the other fucked her from behind. All things for the next time.

  If there was a next time.

  If they wanted one.

  Which she certainly hoped they did. Because something was happening here. Something beyond really great sex. History told her not to trust her judgment so quickly, but she at least wanted to take it another step further. She was tired of always looking for something she couldn’t seem to find. Always seeking. Tr
ying to be satisfied with the next thrill, the next erotic experience. But she wanted it to come from them. She wanted them to make the next move.

  Silently they eased her onto her back and very slowly released the nipple clamps. As the returning flow of blood brought sharp stabbing pain, each of them took a stiff peak into his mouth to soothe them.

  They traced kisses over every inch of her body before bathing her carefully from the basin of water on the table then rubbing lotion into her skin. Tucker was especially careful to soothe the stinging skin of her ass and her nipples.

  Then they lay down beside her again, cradling her between them. Stroking her cheeks and her arms with incredible tenderness. Brushing kisses over her sensitized skin.

  “Angel, we’d like to do this again,” Tucker said at last. “I think we have some unique chemistry between us here.”

  Yes!

  “Me, too,” she agreed in a breathless voice. “I agree.”

  “And we want to see where it goes. Does that work for you?”

  Does the sun rise in the morning?

  “Shall I make an arrangement with Clint on the way out for a room?” he asked. “Maybe for Friday night? Or is that too soon?”

  “No.” She smiled at one then the other. “Friday night will be fine.”

  “Nine o’clock?” Justin asked.

  “Yes. I’ll meet you here.”

  Three nights away. She could hardly wait.

  Chapter Four

  “Masterson wants your outline on this yesterday.”

  Angel looked up from her desk as Kari Ayala, another junior associate who served on Ron Masterson’s team, dropped a thick folder on her desk. At Martinez and Devlin, juniors were assigned to senior partners where they toiled like oxen to do their leader’s bidding. Her particular boss had a reputation as a shark litigator and many of those who worked for him had been fast-tracked to partnership. Angel wanted to make partner before she turned thirty-five, a very young age. But she had an ulterior motive. Once she had that position firmly in hand, she was less likely to have her professional life impacted by her personal. Partners were like Teflon—throw anything at them but nothing stuck.

  Smoothing back a stray hair, she opened the folder and stared at the deposition on top.

  “I’ve already reviewed these,” she protested. Flipping up the pages clipped to the left side, she pointed a short-clipped nail to one of the sheets of paper. “Here it is, right here. Can’t the idiot read?”

  “The idiot has a meeting with the defendants and their attorneys in two hours, and he wants every possible loophole closed.” Kari chuckled. “And I don’t think he’d appreciate you calling him that. Besides, you should be flattered that he thinks you’re sharper than the rest of us. He never asks us for a final run-through.”

  “I know, I know.” Angel sighed. “I’m just a little tired is all.”

  “Oh?” Kari lifted one delicately arched eyebrow. “Anything—or one—I should know about.”

  For a moment, Angel debated telling her about the twins. Kari was her closest friend. They’d transferred into this office of Martinez and Devlin together right out of law school. She was the only person Angel had ever felt comfortable about sharing her sexual preferences with. Probably because Kari was very closemouthed but maybe more so because her own sexual activities pushed the envelope. They covered each other’s backs.

  But she just shook her head. “No. At least not yet.”

  “You know, kiddo, you can only run away from who you are for so long. Eventually it catches up with you and you settle for less than you want.”

  Angel picked up her coffee cup and sipped at the liquid, now cooling. “Easy for you to say. How do you think the suits around here would take it if they knew I could love two men equally, have sex with both of them separately or at the same time, and think I’m living a perfectly normal life?”

  Kari frowned. “Everyone’s definition of normal is different. I think as long as you’re professional in your work and don’t run around the office in a peach thong and demi-bra, no one would say a word.”

  Angel snorted. “I don’t think so. Anyway, that’s for another time. I’d better get this back to Masterson before his meeting.”

  “Oh.” Kari started toward the door then turned back into the office. “Before I forget, I caught some ladies room gossip.”

  Angel raised her eyebrows. “Does it tell you they’re going to decide on that damn partnership for me?”

  Kari’s smile was sly. “No, but if what I hear is right, you’re about to be assigned a plum case that could be your ticket to it.”

  “What kind of case?”

  “Some local rancher with more money that Bill Gates wants to file suit against…hmm…I think one of his suppliers. I don’t know any details except it’s the Engler case. I heard Masterson’s secretary telling whoever that you were getting it and, if you did good, you’d be moving to a much bigger office.”

  “Holy shit! When am I supposed to get this genuine plum of a case?”

  “Soon. So be on your best behavior and don’t screw this up.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” She gave Kari a mock salute, but she couldn’t quell the excitement bubbling inside her. At last. The chance she’d been waiting for. She couldn’t wait to share it with Tucker and Justin. Well, maybe she’d at least wait until she got the official word from her boss.

  Even though they just met, she knew they’d be happy for her. After they were sexually exhausted, they’d asked her to go for coffee with them and spent a long time talking. They knew how much her career meant to her. She came from a broken home with little money. She spent her life scratching for everything. Money for college. For law school. Scrimping to buy new clothes instead of shopping at the thrift store. Living for weeks on mac and cheese and jogging to school to keep the blubber off.

  It wasn’t usually like her to share so much personal information with a lover after only one night, but the instant chemistry between the three of them connected on all levels. Now that she was on the verge of stepping into a charmed world, she wanted to share it with them.

  The first time she realized she was happier with two men instead of one, and that it was possible for two men to share without rampant jealousy, she’d been astonished. The sex had been off the charts and the emotional satisfaction unbelievable. There was a give and take she’d never found in one-to-one relationships.

  But the disaster of that breakup still clung to her, made her cautious. She never really understood why her chosen profession should have been such a stumbling block for them. But once she passed the bar, everything changed.

  “But I’m still me,” she’d protested. “Nothing’s different.”

  “You’re in a hard profession, Angel,” Brad Markov had told her, his unruly dark hair falling over his forehead. A smile had softened his harsh face. “The law makes people tough. Blunts the soft edges and the emotions. You won’t be…Angel anymore.”

  “You don’t know that,” she’d protested.

  “I know enough lawyers to make a good judgment here.” Hal Rossier had been lounging on the couch in his usual relaxed posture, dark red hair curling at the neck of his T-shirt. “We sure do like being with you, Angel, but we’ve talked about it and it just ain’t gonna work any more.”

  It was just so stupid, but nothing could change their decision. Since then, she’d been extra cautious. She was who she was and the men she was with would just have to accept that. And it really hadn’t mattered until she met the Davis twins. In an instant, she realized there was something much stronger here than just some really good sex. And the way they shared her…there was something a little extra special about that. In some threesomes, she’d sensed latent jealousy or possession and that just didn’t work. But with Justin and Tucker…

  Last night, after they’d had worn themselves out, they decompressed over coffee in the lounge and decided the share information about themselves. They told her about their feedlot, and she’d told
them what she did for a living. If it turned them off, she wanted to find out sooner rather than later.

  She’d been honest with them about how important her career was to her. How hard she’d worked to get where she was. The possibility of a junior partnership shimmering just out of her reach. They hadn’t acted as if they were threatened by it the way her first lovers were. As a matter of fact they hadn’t said much about it at all, and she wasn’t sure how to read that. It was hard to risk your heart and reputation when everything could disappear in seconds.

  They’d seemed okay with it, even when she stressed its importance to her. Their attitude gave her hope for the future with them.

  Cart before the horse, Angel. You met two brothers who do it for you, and already you’re dreaming about the future.

  Still, there was something very special about the Davis twins. Was it possible she had a second chance at real happiness? First, she needed to learn more about them personally. And make sure they understood her. Just good sex didn’t make for a lasting relationship.

  Sighing, she banished the tantalizing thoughts and turned her focus on the folder on her desk.

  ****

  Tucker pushed away from his computer and sat back in his desk chair. He’d just spent the last hour pretending to read the feed and growth records for three lots of cattle without one single thing registering in his brain. Or what seemed to pass for his brain.

  They had great software for tracking weight gain on the cattle entrusted to them and the efficiency of the different types of feed they used. And he and Justin had been doing this for years. It should be second nature to him. So why did his mind refuse to function today? He should give up and just let Justin do the tracking. He was much better at the office stuff, anyway. He could do the calculations and give Tucker the reports he needed to handle the cattle. Justin really didn’t have the temperament to be cooped up in an office.

  Outside, he could hear the bawling of calves as they moved around their pens and hear the shouting of the hands as they tossed the hay from the pickups. That’s where he really should be, where he didn’t have to use too many brain cells because by now everything was automatic for him.