WILD RIDE

by Jones, Juliette

  Oh.

  The heat, the hardness. Leeching into my body like a drug. He fed me the sparkling drink, touching his thumb to my bottom lip, like I’d done to him. He took it further, sliding his thumb just a little further into my mouth. I closed my lips softly around him, touching my tongue to him as his eyes burned with a low, fierce heat.

  “What do you want, Lacey?” Nate said softly. He was leaning closer, and my desire flared. The center of me was on fire. I was throbbing from my knees to my neck, wanting so much. Too much, maybe, or not nearly enough.

  “I want you,” I whispered.

  “You want me to touch you.” He said it like a calm, assured fact. In his eyes I could see his hunger but also a tenderness that was ten times more beautiful than the lust. “Show me where.”

  Shyly – which was probably a little ridiculous at this point – I touched my nipple. I fingered myself. I gasped lightly as our eyes met. The wave was building, the sweet throb between my legs was rising.

  “Touch them both,” he commanded gently. “Play with yourself. Then offer yourself to me.”

  Oh, God. His voice had some insane effect on me, especially when he was barely stern like that. I wanted to please him, and do whatever he said. I wanted to submit to him, in every way. I played both nipples, pinching the budded peaks until they were warm.

  “You’re so fucking pretty it hurts,” he said. His breath thickened as he watched me.

  I cupped my full breasts, offering myself to him, as he’d asked me to do.

  Slowly, his large hands settled on my breasts, caressing the round weight of them, brushing his thumbs against the hard peaks of my nipples until I could barely breathe. Even in the water, I could feel that my pussy was slick and hot, almost uncomfortably engorged. The throb was overwhelming, pulsing and infusing my body with spreading, liquid warmth. I leaned closer to him, spreading my legs a little to ease the sensation. I could smell him, the pure masculine heat of him like an exotic elixir.

  “I want to kiss you,” I whispered.

  “So kiss me,” he said, pinching my nipples lightly. His lips were parted. His breath was heavy. And his mouth was so close to mine.

  Oh, God. I was almost there. Already. I was on the cusp.

  I leaned closer and Nate’s strong hands slid down my hips to my thighs. He gripped me, supporting me as he eased me against his body. I almost hesitated, relishing the anticipation. I’m going to taste him. He’s so achingly beautiful. So big and sexy. So mind-numbingly male. My lips touched his in a light, sensual brush. He groaned and sank his tongue into my mouth. I sucked him deeper, sliding my tongue against his, so damn hungry for him I could hardly stand it. The soft sound he made was low and savage. His eyes were closed. Slowly, deeply, he feasted on my mouth, like the taste of me was almost overwhelming to him. Like he couldn’t get enough.

  It was then I felt Riley’s hands sliding across my skin.

  Oh, my God.

  Riley was behind me, his chest against my back. He leaned closer, so I was pressed up against Nate, my breasts cushioned against the broad, hard surface of Nate’s chest. My nipples were so sensitive that the light abrasion of Nate’s hair-roughened body caused me to moan and gently sway. It was stunningly erotic, being touched and pressed between these two hot, wet, magnificent men.

  “You are so fucking sweet,” Nate murmured into my ear. “I want to taste you everywhere, Lacey. Do you want me to taste you? Do you want me to kiss every inch of that luscious, creamy little body? To make you squirm and cry out and come so hard?”

  Nate Walker was some kind of goddamn poet. I kissed his mouth again, licking the soft plumpness of his lips. “Yes. Yes. That’s what I want.”

  “That’s a girl,” Riley said, leaning me back against him, smoothing my hair from my face. “Relax. I’ve got you. We’ll take care of you.”

  At this point my body felt foreign to me, drowsy and dreamy yet hyper-sensitive. Pulsing and juicy. Like my flesh was alive with pure fire and honeyed desire. Riley supported my upper body, caressing his hands across my breasts, plumping me. And Nate positioned my legs, pushing them apart and propping them on his shoulders so I could wrap them loosely around his neck.

  He was kissing my thigh and the scratchy burn of his stubble against the tender skin of my upper thigh was deliciously, lightly painful. He was so close. He would see how aroused I was. How needy and swollen. How slippery and ready. He would smell my desire. “Holy fucking hell, you’re beautiful,” he said huskily.

  And then it began. At the same time, Riley’s mouth found my nipple, feeding softly, pulling in lulling, rhythmic draws, and Nate’s mouth kissed me. Very, very gently. He knew how close I was. He was teasing me, adoring me, making me wait.

  “Nate,” I begged. My plea felt slurred and far away. I was in a trance of hyper-arousal so intense that nothing existed beyond this moment, beyond this blooming tide of feeling that was rising, radiating from Nate’s touch to my belly to my soul.

  Nate’s strong hands were on my ass, lifting me to his mouth. My legs were spread and he was gently parting the cheeks of my ass, fingering me. I was completely exposed, open to him. He touched his tongue to the private cove, digging lightly, thrusting, pushing soft, zinging sensation into me. Riley’s mouth and fingers were on my nipples, pinching and sucking in a dueling, conjoined rhythm. And Nate’s tongue moved, licking slowly. He laved it further up, to my sex, which he licked open, kissing and licking with lewd, hungry intent. He took his time, relishing me with controlled yet feverish desire.

  I was floating, gliding on the crest of a sexual swell so intense I knew when it finally crashed, it would change my life. I’d be a different person after all this sensation rose together, to peak and break and kill me a million times over. Nothing would every be the same again. Not after this. This was pleasure in its purest form. Deep and dark and absolute.

  Nate’s mouth grew greedier. He’d been avoiding the sensitive nub, denying me the ultimate. Now he began to circle my pearl with his tongue, getting closer. My fingers found his hair and I grabbed handfuls of the wet silk of it, trying to pull him closer. But he was relentlessly patient and infuriatingly strong. He would set the pace no matter how much I clutched or begged. And so I relaxed into his measured tempo, which worked in tune to Riley’s languid, wet feasting. Nate’s fingers continued to press gently into the cove of my ass, gliding, circling. I swooned and rocked against them as Nate gave me his tongue, thrusting it into my slick pussy.

  “Nate, Nate, my God,” I heard myself moan as he pushed deeper, making love to me with his tongue. The wall of pleasure was right there, so close I could almost taste it.

  The edges of my climax began to curl and to beckon. My sex was beginning to tighten. The quivering, clenching ache began to build. But before it could fully take hold, Nate pulled his tongue from my body, kissing my pussy in light, excruciating licks.

  “No, no. Please, Nate, please.” I was irate, desperate, crazed. I needed it. I needed him to give it to me.

  “All right, sugar,” he murmured against me, kissing me again. “You ready?”

  “Yes, yes, please. I’m ready. I’m ready.”

  “You want it?”

  “Yes. Oh, Nate, please.”

  I could feel his smile against my humid petals, and oh, God, I could feel his mouth close over the center of my universe as his fingers slid into me. Into both passages, working an in-out rhythm as he sucked my clit into the hot fire of his mouth, pulling strongly in time to the thrusting of his fingers and the greedy attentions of Riley’s slippery hunger at my breast.

  The pleasure was crazy. The wave of ecstasy unfurled where Nate’s mouth suckled me, raging, tipping me over a beautiful edge, spiralling throughout my body in a gushing torrent of pleasure so intense I lost myself. I gave into it entirely, letting the bliss rock my body in surging clenches of sweet, succulent beauty.

  The swell was long. Nate worked the soft, voluptuous clenching of my pussy, curling his fingers, gliding along a wil
dly sensitive place inside me, prolonging the undulating bliss. His mouth never left me. He was latched there, milking my clit gently with the coercive suction of his lips and the light, silken glide of his tongue.

  My orgasm might have lasted for several minutes. Or an hour. Maybe a millennium. I didn’t know and I didn’t care. All I knew is that I never wanted to disengage. I wanted to live in this state of divine, whole-bodied satisfaction.

  I almost felt like crying when Nate pulled away. Riley, too, let my nipple slip from his mouth. He pulled me against his long body and I opened my eyes. Nate was close to me, his lazy smile smug. Damn, he was gorgeous.

  The night looked different. Spangled and vast. Surreal.

  And they’d done it again. They’d made me come before I could return the favor. Or even think about returning the favor.

  What a gift these cowboys had given me. I felt so empowered, so replete with a sense of myself and my own beauty and strength.

  I wanted to return the gift. I was determined to return the gift. And I was addicted. Maybe even in love, a little. With them, with this, with myself.

  I kissed Riley on the lips. Then I kissed Nate. I wasn’t shy but I was slow, almost cautious. I touched my palms to their chests, letting my hands slide lower, circling their nipples, touching them. My feathery touch wandered down their taut, muscled stomachs. To the matching arrow lines below their navels. To the hard, hot lengths of them. Riley was naked and I curled my fingers around his thickness, squeezing gently and running my fist along his length. Nate still wore his boxers but the head of his rampant erection was protruding from the waistband. I slid my thumb over the broad end, circling, swirling gently. Then I grasped him, working him tenderly. Riley’s cock was beautiful, impressive even. Nate’s was immense, almost intimidatingly so. He was huge. I played them coyly until they both groaned.

  “This is so fucking hot,” Riley rasped.

  “Let’s go back to our room,” I whispered. “I want to play.”

  Chapter Five

  We grabbed some towels from the pool area and took the small flight of stairs back to the suite. A few soft spotlights illuminated the balcony but the room itself was dimly lit. Nate opened another bottle of champagne and offered me a glass. As I reached for it, Riley reached for me, unfastening the towel I’d wrapped around myself. I willingly let it fall. I wanted them to see me. I wanted their eyes to rove the curves of my body. And I picked up where I had left off.

  They were both close to me, standing over me in the twinkly darkness. I loosened both their towels, letting them fall to the floor. As inexperienced as I was with foreplay and any kind of sexual act that was prolonged beyond a missionary-style quickie, we were all new at this particular scenario, I could take courage from that. They were waiting for me to make the first move, to guide them in the directions I felt comfortable with.

  “I am … I was on the pill,” I told them, “but I didn’t bring them with me. My getaway was a little rushed.”

  Riley went to one of the bags and pulled out an unopened box of condoms. 25: Extra Large.

  I felt my eyes round. “That’s optimistic,” I said.

  “That’s prepared,” Riley replied, ripping the box open and taking out two of the foil packets. He reached into the bag and took out a tube of something I wasn’t familiar with. “Lube.”

  Oh, God.

  The look on my face must have registered. Riley walked over to me and put the lube and the condoms on the table. “You’re in control, Lace. Whatever you say goes. Whatever you say doesn’t go doesn’t go, it’s as simple as that. We won’t hurt you.”

  I loved him for that, and it was exactly the right thing to say. It may me feel bolder, more ready. I looked at their big, muscular male forms, darkly tanned compared to my pale skin, which gleamed like eggshells in the darkness. They were achingly beautiful. Differently so. Nate with all his burnished brawn and dark beauty, Riley so golden and lean. I touched their chests, letting my fingers explore the masculine textures of them. “You’re both so strong. Be careful with me.”

  My touch drew lower once again, to the full bulk of their raging erections. As soon as my cool fingers slid around their hot, engorged cocks, they both exhaled low oaths. It must have excruciating, almost. It had been an eventful afternoon. I could only imagine how pent up they felt, how close. I played them gently, fully invested in pleasing them. Gliding my loose fists around them, from tip to base, cupping them, exploring. Then sliding back to the tip to tease the heads, rubbing with my thumb until they were both leaking drops of pre-cum, which I swirled and used to moisten them. I had never, ever taken an interest like this in pleasuring a man. In my former life - this morning – sex was something to be avoided, tolerated, sometimes endured. Now, I wanted to savor every minute of this. I was enjoying myself immensely and I had already resolved to do whatever it took to blow their minds. I wanted to try. I arched my back and rubbed them against my skin as I worked them, along my hips, my stomach, my ass. They pressed more strongly against me but I kept control as their eyes grew lust-drowsed and dark.

  I liked the differences of them. Riley was made to perfection: the exact size to satisfy a woman without completely overwhelming her. Big but not too big, thick but not too thick. Size-wise he was the biggest I’d ever seen.

  Nate was another story altogether. He was huge, thick and dusky. I wondered if he would hurt me, but I didn’t thinks so, and the thought of riding all that was getting me wet all over again.

  “I might have to let off a little steam, sugar,” Riley said, and his voice was gravelly with his passion. “If this is gonna last all night.”

  “I want you both to let off some steam.”

  I led them, by pulling gently, toward the bed. I wasn’t sure of my exact plan. But it was starting to come to me. Truth be told, I wanted to feel Nate inside me. Right now. It wasn’t that I preferred him to Riley, just that I was becoming mildly obsessed by Nate’s size. By the smooth enormity of him. By his silken glory. He was already blowing my mind just being this close to him. I wanted to get closer. As close as it was possible to be.

  I took one of the condoms and ripped open the packet. I tossed the rest of the condoms onto the bed, along with the lube. I put the one I’d opened in place and Nate helped me smooth it down over his massive length. At the same time, I kissed Riley. The kiss was hot, wet, entire. I broke the kiss, catching my breath, all the while still holding both of them in my clenching fists.

  “Riley, can I taste you? Would you let me?” I knew it was a sure thing, but I wanted them to feel their own power. Riley only nodded, eager, dazed with lust.

  “Nate,” I said to him, touching his chest. “I want you inside me. Would you …”

  I let the question fade as I took his cock and touched the tip of it between my legs. I was gentle, but it took some effort; he was so fully rigid and erect that manipulation had become almost an excruciating mix of pain and pleasure for him, I could see this.

  “I want you kiss me, Nate, like you did before. And put your tongue inside me. God, that felt so good. Just a little, though. Then I want you to take this big, beautiful …” I squeezed him and cupped him from below. He groaned and kissed me. I let him, and I was playful and coy, biting his lip. Then I pulled back. “I want you to take me from behind. I want you to tease me and slide all the way into me as I play Riley with my mouth. As I suck on him and work him with my hands. Is that all right?” I was having fun, watching their artless responses to my inane, teasing questions. I knew that talking to them like this would only take them higher.

  Nate was almost whispering. “Yeah. That’s all right,” he said. I smiled at him, pulling him along with me, pressing his cock against my ass as I pushed Riley onto the bed. I climbed on top of Riley, kissing his mouth. I was straddling him and I lifted my hips in a brazen invitation to Nate as I kissed a line down Riley’s chest, biting his nipple, licking a trail down his flat stomach. The long strands of my hair feathered across his skin. I nuzzled his si
lky cock, taking it into my hands, kissing the tip.

  “Fuck, oh, fuck,” Riley groaned.

  “Relax,” I cooed, licking and sucking gently on the head where another dewdrop had gathered, mimicking his earlier commands. “Don’t rush it. You’re gonna like this.”

  And I felt Nate. Behind me, lifting me onto my knees and spreading my legs. He was burrowing his face into me from behind, gently biting the lips of my pussy in a soft, sensual attack. His tongue delved deep and the force of his invasion pushed me further onto Riley, whose cock slid further into my mouth. I sucked strongly in time with Nate’s lucid, silken drives. Already the sweet curl was starting. But I didn’t want to come like this. I wanted to come with him. With them.

  “Nate,” I gasped, letting Riley slip from my mouth. “Please. Please give it to me. All of it. I want you so much.”

  “Come on,” Riley groaned, realizing I couldn’t plead and give a blowjob at the same time.

  I felt Nate. There. Right there. I almost came right then. I could have. Just at the touch of that massive, thick bulk right where I needed it. Nate was caressing my clit with the blunt end of his cock and I let go of Riley to feel for Nate, to guide him, to force him to give me what I wanted, before I couldn’t hold back my release. I was so wet that, despite his size, a few inches of him glided easily into the slippery constriction.

  “Oh, holy fuck,” I heard Nate groan. Then he held himself still, fighting for control. I knew he was about to come, already. We all were. This was too intense, too ridiculously hot.

  I fumbled for Riley’s cock, finding it, suckling gently at first at the bulbed head while I pushed back against Nate. Nate groaned again, the sound agonized. But I pushed further, inviting him deeper, rocking in a slow, measured sway to take Nate inside me, then moving forward again to take Riley deeper into my mouth. He tasted good. Smooth and salty. I took more of him, squeezing the base of his cock as I increased the suction. He was close, I could feel it. His breathing was coming in heavy gusts. His hands were clenching handfuls of the cotton bedspread. “Oh, God, I’m coming,” he gasped. “I can’t hold it.”