Cole, Kaliana - No Bag Limit [Liberty Springs, Wyoming 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Kaliana Cole

  He watched Emma drop to her knees atop her forgotten dress with awe. The hunger riding her was equal to his own as her fingers gripped his thick thighs. Her tongue darted out and sampled the trail of pre-cum leaking from his weeping eye.

  He nearly spurted all over her face when her eyes closed, his flavor meeting her approval. He wanted to watch her mouth close around him, wanted to see the dusky head disappear between her swollen lips.

  One hand threaded through her hair, holding her captive while the other wrapped his cock. He looked down at her as he rubbed the blood-darkened head along the parted seam of her lips. Arousal built as she obediently opened, wetting her lips for his pleasure. He pushed into her mouth, her lips stretching around his girth. He sucked in a desperate breath as the scrape of teeth grated deliciously along his flange.

  She had worked out the little things that turned him on to no end so damned quick. One little reaction and she had it. She knew just what buttons to press to bring him undone. He was already teetering on the brink. It wasn’t going to be a minute before he was shooting his load down her throat no matter his good intentions.

  “This first one’s going to be quick, hon, but it is going to be a long afternoon. I’ll make it up to you.” He began to thrust between her parted lips, spurred on by the goading lashes of her slick tongue.

  She pulled at his grip of her hair, endeavoring to take more, to take him deeper. He threw caution to the wind and let her have her head. Deep and fast, she took him to the back of her throat and swallowed before the gag reflex could kick in.

  Amber glinted under her heavy lashes, and he knew she watched him as surely as he had been watching her in the Choke.

  He let her see it all.

  All the dark deeds that haunted his thoughts, screaming for leave to be enacted, every scrap of her lavish pleasure his hungry body soaked up like a sponge, and all the love his heart held for her.

  “So damn good. You set me on fire, Em. I’m gonna come in that hot little mouth. Oh, that’s it, keep moaning around me. Here it comes,” he warned, watching her eyes darken until he was forced to shut his tight. Pleasure tightened every muscle of his body as fire licked along his spine and erupted upward from his balls.

  The velvet of Emma’s tongue was bathed in the salty tide he flooded her mouth with. She suckled, drawing every last drop from the rock-hard shaft. Greedy, hungry, sexier than hell.

  Even when he was reduced to boneless shivers, she licked lazily at him, little cat-like laps that went sweetly with the purr coming from her throat. He pulled her to her feet and cradled her against him. Her nipples were hard points grazing him, reminding him that her hunger was not yet sated.

  As soon as he could hear above the pounding of his heart, he guided Emma to the pool, stepping into the hot, mineral-rich water before helping her in. He walked the half dozen paces to the other side and sat on the ledge, pulling her onto his lap. “You are amazing, Em. Just sit here a minute and I’ll do whatever your heart desires. Just let me hold you while I catch my breath.” He felt her smile against his shoulder as she straddled his hips.

  “I’m glad that one wasn’t interrupted. I might not have laughed if little Timothy stumbled across me on my knees.”

  “I’m glad too. Those teeth of yours are a little sharp to brave during an Emma Duncan giggle fit.”

  “Giggle fit?” She tickled his ribs and growled, mauling at his neck mercilessly.

  Zach ended that the only way he knew he was assured of success. He lifted her until her breasts were at mouth height and latched on. He suckled as if nursing, deep, rhythmical pulls that took every ounce of tickle out of the wench.

  She moaned and clutched his head to her, encouraging him with breathy little moans. A protest tore from her lips when he released one breast only to be replaced by a heady groan as he captured the other hard nipple and engulfed it.

  The urgency gone, he could play with her breasts forever. He loved how her pussy pushed against his stomach with every strong suck. He knew if he had his fingers inside her he would feel the clasp of her hot walls tighten as well. He held off on that. As wet as water was, it took away a woman’s natural lubrication. He’d happily wear his dick to a stub for her pleasure but it would be uncomfortable for her, too.

  He slipped deeper into the water until her breasts bobbed, made buoyant by the mineral-rich water. Tongue flicking at the engorged nipples, he waited until he knew she was watching and snapped strong white teeth at her. Her squeal was drowned out by his deep laughter when she pulled away. He herded her toward the steps leading out on the far side, his cock surging with renewed interest. She gripped the handrail, about to make a run for it when he grabbed her hips.

  “Where are you going, little lamb? The big, bad wolf is hungry again.” Emma’s squeal turned to a moan as the hand that slapped her bare ass slid between her thighs, cupping her mons. A gush of moisture slicked her water-wet folds, welcoming his touch. “I love how wet you get for me, Em. I want to slide into you. You stay right there like that.”

  He reached past her and fumbled with the pack. The front pocket yielded a foil-wrapped package. A small hand wrapped around his. “You don’t need that, Zach.”

  When he got past his shock, he could see the certainty that sparkled in her eyes. “Lord, I’ve never done this before.”

  “Never?” Emma sounded shocked.

  “Never, that’s why we always get a clean bill of health.” He nipped her bare shoulder. “What about you?”

  “Only once.”

  “Ty beat us again, didn’t he?”

  “Sorry.” Emma sounded guilty.

  “Hey, don’t be like that. He is my brother and I love him. That he is willing to share the woman he loves with his brothers is enough for me. What about you, Em, can you love us all, too?”

  “I already do, Zach,” she said softly. “I can’t stand being without any of you.”

  “That makes my day, baby girl, as much as sliding in here as bare as the day I was born will.” He slid his fingers in and out of her sheath, feeling her syrupy wetness coat them.

  He lifted her leg and placed it on the next step up, leaving her wide open. One big hand in the middle of her back encouraged her to lean over and her pink-hued pussy was exposed to his view. He knew he should taste her again, bring her to the point of no return with his mouth, but the allure of sliding into her bareback blew his mind. It was all he could do not to plunge right in without taking the time to watch his bare cock spread her folds.

  The plum-sized head looked obscenely large pressing against the entrance to her tight cunt, her scalding wetness branding him forevermore. “Christ, you’re so wet, so tight. You’re burning me, baby.”

  “More, Zach, let me feel you inside me.” She tried to push back and impale her willing flesh on the spear of his cock, but he held her firm with one big hand.

  “Not yet, Em. I’m not rushing for love or money. It’s not every day I get a first to enjoy. And believe me, honey, I’m enjoying this.” He pulled back and pushed his cockhead through her grasping entrance again, feeling every little nuance that latex, however thin, obscured. Subtle changes in texture he had previously only felt with sensitive fingertips, blazing heat, and divine wetness all bombarded the organ forging with gratuitous slowness into her pussy.

  “Come on, Zach, I want it all. Nice and deep, please.” Panted words reached him, but he already knew she was getting desperate. Her nectar was running down his shaft and coating his balls.

  With more of a grimace than a smile, he pushed once to the hilt, loving the wail that drew from her, but then he resumed the shallow stroking. His eyes glued to the now slick width of his cock burying half its darkened length with each leisurely stroke, Zach gloried in the frustrated noises that had nearly reached snarling status.

  Emma leaned down further, one hand supporting her on the top step. Her intentions became clear when the other headed straight for her neglected clit. Zach smiled wickedly. He had just the cure for that. />
  He coated his finger in her copious fluids and laid it atop the pucker slightly distorted from his grip on her buttocks.

  The slick digit pressed warningly. “You use your finger and I’ll use mine.” His voice was more of a dare than a threat.

  He felt her fingers graze his shaft. “I don’t care. I need to come.”

  If she thought he looked like the big, bad wolf before, his grin would have made her bolt now. He slid his finger into her dark hole, pumping slowly. She tightened on him automatically, but soon she groaned and relaxed, pink visible around the digit. He collected more moisture and advanced, the stroke of his cock readily felt through the thin separating membrane. He could even feel the flange of his cock push past the pad of his finger.

  He closed his eyes and reveled in the sounds coming from Emma’s throat and the hot, tight clasp of her body. It was only when her cry of “That’s it, nice and deep, oh, God, so fucking good!” reached his ears that he realized he had sunk balls deep inside her tight, wet cunt. Emma’s fingers jiggled against the drawn-up orbs as she worked her clit with desperation. Suddenly, feeling her come around the twin impalements became more important than his next breath.

  “That’s it, baby girl. Come for me. I want to feel you come.” He twisted his finger and drove his cock in hard, pushing against her cervix. The small pain sent her over. Sweet, tight constrictions gripped his cock as her cunt spasmed, but he could count the powerful contractions around his finger as the already too snug passage tightened like an epileptic vise.

  He had planned on pushing her on, desperate to keep the glorious sensation of her coming around his bare cock going for as long as his sanity allowed, but the wench had other ideas. She abandoned her quivering clit and seized his balls.

  Caressing and squeezing and stroking his perineum, her voice urged him on. “I want to feel you come inside me. Let me feel it. Please, Zach. Hot and hard, I want it now.”

  Refusal wasn’t an option. His body reacted to her heated demands before his mind had a chance to have a say in the matter. Two hard, selfish thrusts, and he was lost. Endlessly his seed spewed forth, the added fluids lost amid the fresh wash her orgasm had released. Jerking helplessly, Zach was more than a little surprised when he felt her ass clutch his finger once more, his cock too lost in its own pleasure to feel the new wave of hers. He strained against her, making sure she received her pleasure in full.

  Only when her cries died away did he withdraw his finger and collapse over her, skin to skin, feeling hearts race and ribs expand as air was sucked in to depleted lungs.

  “Holy shit! That was unbelievable.” Zach’s pride was a little damaged that Emma found breath to talk before he was able. The best he could do was to make an agreeable mumble against the damp skin of her shoulder. “I love feeling you against me, Zach, but I’ve got to sit down. My knees keep shaking.”

  He forced himself to move and his softening cock slid wetly from her body. He sunk and sat sideways on the bottom step, water up to his chest and his back against the side of the pool. Emma came willingly when he tugged her down to his lap, snuggling her head into his shoulder. She fit as if made to order. Only when they heard a distant PA system announcing that the gates would be locked in half an hour did they drag themselves from the water, all wrinkled and prune-like but too happy to care.

  When they passed through the turnstiles on the way back to the car park, Jory’s grin made it clear he had not missed their close call with the school children. Zach knew there would be hell to pay over that later. Jory never could resist telling a story to get a laugh, especially if it was at someone else’s expense. Zach couldn’t wait for the day he had something over him.

  Payback was a bitch.

  Chapter 14

  “This is the safe end. The other end goes bang.” Colby held the .22 Browning up for Emma to see. “Rule number one. Stay on the safe end and don’t point the noisy end at anything you don’t want dead.”

  Her eyes sparkled with excitement, and he congratulated himself for thinking to take her to the firing range for the morning. He loved putting a few rounds through his babies, but it was more fun to go with someone else. Ty or Zach would come with him occasionally, but neither was as keen as he. Emma was showing definite promise at becoming his new shooting buddy.

  “This is the safety, slide, and hammer. The clip goes in here. This is the trigger,” he explained with her hanging on every word. His big hands moved with practiced ease over the small caliber pistol as he pointed and worked the mechanisms.

  “Why is that one different?” Emma pointed at another handgun in the custom case.

  “That’s a revolver. We’ll get to that one later.” He chuckled at the thought of her little hands wrapped around the big .44 magnum. “Okay, we’ll dry fire to get you used to it.”

  He ran her through the process. Slide in the clip in, pull the slide, point, and squeeze. While she was slightly tentative, she didn’t handle the pistol like it was going to bite her. “Okay, now you do it by yourself a couple of times.” He stood back and watched.

  “No, not the teacup grip. Both hands, thumbs together and high, that’s it.” Damn! That was a nice little ass wiggle as she found a balanced stance.

  This morning he had hitched a lift with Beth to Emma’s house nice and early, determined to wake her with pleasure, slowly and sweetly, but the little wench had let him creep right up to the side of her great big bed before letting him know she was awake.

  He was still smarting over the “you can’t creep for shit” comment she had greeted him with. At least he had enjoyed a bit of a snuggle before she had disappeared into the bathroom questioning his sanity for wanting to kiss her, morning breath and all.

  Morning breath? Women sure were strange creatures.

  “Ready to do it for real?” He held the box of ammunition up.

  “Yeah!”

  He dropped a kiss on her smiling lips as he took the empty Browning from her. Ten rounds took only seconds to thumb into the magazine. He held the clip as he ran a circle target out to fifteen, a good distance for a beginner. “Okay, here’s your clip. You have ten bullets. Put your ear protection on and let the target have it. Squeeze, don’t pull. Any squeals can and will be held against you for further embarrassment.”

  He slipped his own muffs on and watched her closely. While he was observing for safety reasons, there was just something about a good-looking woman with a firearm that captured part of him completely. Yep, that part.

  His eyes were a little too fixed on her ass to notice her slip into a practiced stance, but his ears didn’t deceive him. Ten rounds in ten seconds exploded on the deserted range. He watched with disbelief as she expertly cleared the weapon and laid it on the table.

  “Clear.” He could see the mocking little grin playing around the corners of her lips as he picked his jaw up off the ground.

  He was speechless. He stuttered a few times before shaking his head and retrieving the target. His head was still shaking as he blinked at the evidence of her betrayal. Nine of the shots were clustered around the center in a group no larger than his fist. The other was dead center but a little high.

  “Oh! You’re such a good teacher, Colb.” Hazel eyes sparkled with mischief.

  “You didn’t tell me you could shoot!”

  “You didn’t ask.” She draped her hands behind his neck and tugged him down. Colby couldn’t help but smile when she laid apologetic little kisses around his neck and jaw. “I couldn’t help it. You were so cute when you started teaching me as if I was five years old, which is, for the record, the age Daddy first put a .22 in my little hands.” She bumped against his crotch, snugging her belly in on his erection. “If you want to see something that will really stir your blood, hand me the revolver and run it out to forty.”

  “You can use the .44?” His dick surged at the thought.

  “Just call me Dirty Harry.” Her lips tasted of the strawberry gloss she had applied earlier and mint from her toothpaste lin
gered yet. Colby couldn’t get enough.

  “Christ, woman! I’m not going to be able to hit the wide side of a house. My blood’s pounding too hard to keep my hands steady.”

  “Excuses, excuses,” she taunted before nipping his lip and stepping back. Colby couldn’t believe his luck. He’d wanted a shooting partner, but damn!

  Watching her fire the big Smith and Wesson was a revelation. It was too big for her hands, but she got it in a high and tight, thumbs-forward grip and rolled her shoulders, taking a wider stance that made his cock sit up and beg.

  The recoil lifted her hands above head height but she brought it straight back down, firing the instant the sights lined up on the target. When the sixth shot fired she flicked the cylinder out and cleared the chambers, brass littering the ground. It took longer to run the target back in, but Colby could see from where they were that the center of the target no longer existed.

  A 240 grain projectile traveling at 1500 feet per second will stop for pretty much nothing. A sheet of paper didn’t stand a chance, even against the lighter target loads he was using.

  The morning flew by. They took turns, trading weapons and keeping score. Emma didn’t like his Heckler and Koch 9mm, and he had to admit the long slack on the trigger took some getting used to. He beat her by a small margin with both it and the Browning, but he couldn’t best her with the .44.

  She loved that gun. He could see it every time she picked it up. She glowed. There was no other term for it. She’d wrap her hands around the grip and it was the same power-ridden high he saw every time she got hold of one of their cocks. All woman and loving it.

  He confiscated the guns and packed them away before he violated any range laws. He was certain they had one somewhere about doing an armed woman up against the table. His cock shouted its need to bury inside her, but he had carefully censored its demands since he was fourteen and had discovered that his dick was severely stupid. Well, most of the time anyway. Occasionally big head still followed little head, especially when little head wasn’t so little.