Acres, Natalie - Pole Position [Country Roads 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)
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Another strong shot of heat travelled through her body. Colt rose over her then and kissed her, his strong legs moving beside her, his knees parting her knees as he lowered himself to her and stroked her tongue with his.
“Listen to me, sub,” he said, a guttural edge in his voice. “Listen to the sound of my voice and learn from me.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said, realizing the best of what she’d needed was on the way.
He caressed her inner thigh and positioned the head of his cock at her entrance. “Do you want me to take you here?” he asked, allowing her only the opportunity to feel the tip of his head. Her hips zipped off the bed and she tried to shift her weight in order to convince him, encourage him to take her.
The burn became hotter, the need became intolerable, and the desire to fuck was greater than she’d ever experienced before in the past.
“Yes, there,” she said, breathless.
His fingers moved where his cock had been. He thrust two fingers inside her pussy and gently massaged her, his thumb raking over her clit. A second later, he withdrew his fingers and licked them clean. “Good Lord, you taste so good, Princess.”
He sucked his fingers down to the center and his eyes darkened then. There was something different about his expression. His entire persona changed, and he became nothing more than an instrument of pure sex. His hand bumped against her pussy and he slid his hand down, jerking when he found the spot he apparently planned to penetrate.
Wiggling his finger around her back hole, his moist digit slid right inside the puckered ring. “I plan to take you here, Princess.”
She jerked. Her knees fell apart and he smiled against her lips. “I plan to do very bad things to you.”
She shivered in his arms and he said, “And you’ll like every last one of them.”
“I will,” she promised. “So help me God, I will.”
* * * *
Princess’s nipples throbbed. She longed to have Colt’s tongue lapping at the elongated points, igniting her arousal while teasing her, preparing her for the most memorable fuck she’d ever have—her first.
Instead, Colt came to his knees and positioned his cock at her lips. “I want you to give me a blow job. Have you ever had a man in your mouth? Have you ever had a dick in your cheek?”
She nodded once, only because she didn’t want to lie to him. He actually seemed pleased that she’d had the experience. “Then you know what to do.”
“Yes, Sir,” she said quietly. “I know what will please you.” And she hoped she was right.
She lapped at the end and drew him into her mouth. He held onto her ears and looked down at her with a wicked smile drawn across his face. “That’s it, subbie. Take my cock. Right there, sweet Princess. I want you to suck my cock until I come.”
Princess’s cheeks swelled with Colt’s size. His penis slid across her tongue and he changed his stance. The closer he came to his release the more he talked, the harder he pumped, and the more aggressively he thrust.
“Oh yeah, sugar. That’s sweet. God, yeah!”
As he met his release, Colt’s lips thinned. His jaw set and his pace became broken. He hammered inside her mouth once more. His release jetted to the back of her throat and Princess swallowed, drinking in the taste of him and savoring his salty, masculine flavor.
When he finished, he moaned as he withdrew a good portion of his dick. “Get me hard again, subbie. Then, I’m going to fuck the daylights out of you. You’d like that wouldn’t you?”
Princess nodded, unable to shift her gaze away from Colt’s hooded eyes. He looked so sated, like a satisfied lover ready to reward the woman most capable of pleasing him.
Princess whipped her tongue over and under his cock, sucking him, drawing him closer and closer to her throat. When Colt’s flaccid form stiffened, he tugged Princess forward and fell against the bed with her head in the bend of his arm.
“Now,” Colt said, whispering against her mouth. “I’m going to fuck you, and I plan to do that several times tonight.”
Colt hadn’t lied. God no, he told the truth from the word go. After Colt suited up to play in the storm, he bound Princess to the bed, tying her arms overhead and kissing her from head to toe, taking a lover’s sweet time as he covered her with his sweet kisses, caressed the special places he’d visited.
Princess never imagined anything like this. Colt worked his mouth over her hard nipples, dropped his head to her stomach and stroked her skin with his lips and tongue.
Every time Princess braced for Colt’s hot mouth to travel to her pussy once more, he towered over her again, offering her a kiss, but never giving her what he desired most.
“On your knees,” Colt growled in Princess’s ear, helping her turn and securing the binds in another fashion so she remained bound to the bed.
Princess came up on all fours and Colt leaned over her. She braced for the first penetration. He cursed, pointed the tip of the lube between her cheeks, and squirted the substance inside her.
“Ooh, that’s warm,” Princess whispered, arching for something far more captivating, pressing against Colt’s cock in an attempt to rush him.
Colt grabbed the paddle. “You’re in a hurry, sub. Don’t push me.” He spanked her ass then until her bottom burned. Then, he began the healing process, the sensual massage that made her pussy sizzle.
He rubbed a salve over her hips and buttocks as he whispered in her ear. “I will take you here,” he promised, inserting a digit between her folds. “And here,” he said, sliding his finger to the outer rim of her forbidden hole.
Before Princess could prepare herself for what would soon be a surprise penetration, Colt released the ties on her wrists and said, “I want you to stick your fingers inside your pretty pussy for me.”
She shivered at his guttural request.
“Sub, mind me,” he said, his dick pressing against her ass.
Princess’s fingers moved to her folds. She felt the warm pool of excitement between her legs and thrust two fingers inside. A multitude of sensations zipped through her body, and she bit down on her bottom lip.
At the same time, Colt growled at her ear, slipping between her globes with one sudden thrust. “Damn o’fuckin’ damn, you’re so tight. Oh God, Princess, don’t move. Don’t move, sugar. Just wait.”
Hearing the pure pleasure in Colt’s voice, Princess pressed against him. She felt as if she had been ripped in two for a split second, but then the heat from her excitement licked at her crevices and the lust began to build again. Her fingers danced inside her pussy as Colt ground his cock inside her. “Oh honey, oh my sweet Princess, will you ever forgive me?”
Forgive him? Why?
Colt grunted once. Princess bucked against him. She buried another finger inside her heat and Colt screamed out as her body tightened around his cock and her fingers. “Come,” he ordered and she worked harder and harder for her pleasure, feeling as if she wouldn’t be able to get there in time before he exploded deep inside her ass.
“Now!” he screamed.
The searing heat was incredible. The way he stretched her as he fucked her was sensational. She felt every ripple as his cock slid in and out of her body. Then, he slapped her ass, spanking her as he jerked inside her, and that was just what she needed to push her over the edge. And they came together like the rain and wind behind a violent storm.
They swayed together. Without a set tempo and without a predetermined beat, they found a lover’s sweet melody of grunts and groans, growls and guttural demands, loving the night away like only two lovers will and collapsing against one another. Locked in each other’s arms, Princess enjoyed the sweetest embrace she had ever known.
* * * *
The next morning, Colt felt like the devil. He watched Princess sleep. Holding her in the crook of his arm, he felt a tear threatening to break free. He rubbed his eyes with his forefinger and thumb, cursing under his breath. He leaned his head back against the bed and thought of the previous night.
Brant entered the room then and glared at him with empty eyes. He’d just started to turn away when Colt said, “I didn’t.”
“Like hell you didn’t,” Brant said, staring at the display of condoms and lubes. “So what? She wasn’t a virgin like you thought?”
Princess rolled over and smiled.
“Hey, kid,” he mumbled, turning to go.
She cleared her throat and said, “You know, if you’re ever going to crawl in bed with us, you’ll have to quit calling me kid.”
He smiled, though the grin was weak. He really thought Colt hadn’t kept his promise. And true, he realized things looked pretty bleak for the home team.
“As far as I know, I’m still a virgin,” she announced.
Brant looked at Colt and Colt said, “I still fucked her, just not where you feared I might.”
Brant frowned. “That’s great, Colt. Super, really.”
Princess yawned and sat straight up in bed. “Well at least the two of you answered a few questions I had.”
“Which were?” Brant asked, stepping inside the bedroom.
“I wondered if you ever thought of me, you know, like this. I was curious to know, too, if you’d ever discussed the possibility of the three of us going to bed together.”
“You were curious, were you?” Brant asked, stalking her.
“Yes,” she said, shooting him a big smile. “And now I know.”
Brant arched a brow. “What is it that you think you know?”
She rolled over and pulled the sheet above her head. “Now I know why Colt didn’t take my virginity and claim first prize. He told you if I was a virgin—and I am—that he’d wait for you.” A beat later, she added, “But thanks to the experience I had last night, I can tell you this—I’ll probably sit on this virginity for another few days. I’ll be lucky if I can sit in that car later on today after what he did to me last night.”
Colt kissed her head even though she had it buried under the sheets. He winked at Brant and said, “I never break my word to a friend.”
Brant’s eyes widened and he said, “Considering what you did to her instead? Maybe you should’ve considered it.”
Princess popped out from under the covers. “Don’t say that. Yes, it was rough on a body that wasn’t used to that sort of thing, but I’m still a virgin. And how many women can go to bed with a man, learn all sorts of neat new tricks, and wake up the next morning—after having their very first orgasm, mind you—and say she’s still a virgin?”
“Not many,” Brant admitted.
“Exactly,” she said, covering her head again. “Now, I have a race tonight. The two of you need to let me get some sleep. We’ll play again soon. In fact, Brant?”
“Yes?”
“I can’t wait to play with you.”
Chapter Fifteen
Princess awoke a few hours later, boarded a large chopper, and waved from the air. “I guess it wouldn’t have done me any good to tell her I didn’t want her to go, huh?” Colt asked.
“Probably not,” Brant replied.
“You have to remember, even though Princess was finally adopted late in life, she was on her own for a number of years. She’s only twenty-one, and yet over half of that time she’s been unable to rely on anyone other than herself. This stock car racing is her career. It provides a good income for her, from what I’ve read, and she seems to enjoy what she’s doing.”
“She could die,” Colt reminded him. “She’s the hottest new rookie on the track because she doesn’t have a lick of sense. And fear? Hell, nothing scares her. She isn’t afraid of anything out there.”
“Are we going to the race or not?”
Colt shook his head. “After the last one, I can’t do it. When I saw her car hit the wall, I just knew she wouldn’t walk away from that.”
“She did,” Brant reminded him. “And she somehow managed to finish second. That’s gotta tell you something about the way she handles herself when she’s in one of those machines.” A beat later, he said, “I’ll pick up the beer while I’m out in town. We’ll sit right here and watch the race on that new TV of yours. Besides, I guess we’ll have a little better view here, anyhow.”
Colt’s nose twitched. “I can’t just pack up and go whenever she’s on the track.”
“I understand that,” Brant said.
“But you can,” Colt remarked, studying the gooseneck trailer backing in the loading chute a good distance from them.
“You don’t want to go?”
Colt tilted his head toward the barn. “I’m shipping cattle all day. Hell, even if I wanted to, I’d still miss part of the race running in and out whenever another load comes in. You go. If you text her right now, they’ll turn that chopper around and come back and pick you up. I know she’d be tickled to death to have your company.”
“And you wouldn’t mind?” he asked, already sending a text message.
“Since when do you care what I think?” Colt asked.
“You’ve got a point.”
“I know.”
“I can’t promise you I’ll be the better man. If Princess and I spend the night together, I’m taking the opportunity like it’s mine to have.”
“It would be,” Colt said, grinning. “Believe me. I thought about it.”
“Why didn’t you?”
“I don’t know. I sort of like riding from behind.”
“You always did,” Brant said. “Still, if I’d had a virgin in my bed, she would’ve been fucked.”
“Then I imagine she will be by the time the night is over,” Colt said, trying to mask the regret in his voice.
Brant looked up over the ridge of mountains. He tilted his chin toward the sky and excitedly said, “That didn’t take long, did it?”
“She loves us, Brant. Know that before you take her to bed. Don’t hurt her.”
“Do you feel like you hurt her?”
“No, but don’t get in bed with her unless you’re sure that’s exactly what you want. If you crawl under the covers with her, she’s going to expect you to stay. I will, too.”
“You love her,” Brant said, studying his face.
“I’ve always loved her.”
“No, I mean, you’re in love with her.”
Colt shifted his weight from one foot to the next. He looked down at the dust covering his boots and finally said, “You know what? I think you’re right. I do love her. I imagine you’ll fall in love with her, too.”
“I’m free to do that.”
“How’d it go with Kelly?” Colt asked.
“She understood.”
Colt chuckled. “Sure she did.”
Brant sighed. “She says she always knew.”
“Hmm,” Colt muttered. “You know what? Maybe I did, too. From the moment I arrived in Harlan, Kentucky all those years ago, I had a feeling that trip would change my life.”
“Well you’d better hang on tight,” Brant said, pointing at the air. “It’s liable to be a bumpy ride from here on out. With Princess at the wheel, we’re in for a lot of surprises.”
* * * *
Hours later, Colt stared at the radio instead of the feed bills scattered across his desk. One of the farm hands came in and said, “Do you need anything else before I leave today?”
“Shh,” he whispered, bending an ear and trying to hang on every word.
The announcer said, “This is bad, man. This is one of the worst we’ve seen in stock car racing this year. Looks like we’ve got at least twelve cars in this wreck.”
Colt s
wallowed hard as he strained to hear car numbers and drivers’ names. The announcer said, “Let’s recap what happened out there. It looks like Larry Burkenton took a hit for his teammate, Princess Sterling. She got out of that mess somehow, and I don’t think she would’ve walked away if Larry hadn’t seen that crash coming and somehow—dear God look at this clip here now—oh yeah, without a doubt, Larry Burkenton just saved Princess Sterling. That’s what years of driving experience will do for a driver.
“Larry saw her coming out of turn four, and there was no way to keep her from hitting that wall. Larry must’ve seen her in his rearview mirror. He took a bump on the wall, caused her to spin and left her in the back there as you can tell by the replays. If he hadn’t done that, she would’ve gotten right in the middle of that major pile-up. Oh yeah, that would’ve been bad especially since her car is undoubtedly the fastest on the track. Princess has been in pole position for the last five races, and that car would’ve been demolished if she’d hit that wreckage.”
Another guy said, “You know what, Mark, Princess Sterling needs to hop out of that car tonight and hug Larry Burkenton’s neck. I believe if she’d been in the middle of that, she would’ve been in some real trouble there….”
The announcers continued discussing the race and the recent wreck, and Colt lost his lunch. He was so sick by the time he picked up the phone, he feared he wouldn’t be able to carry on a sensible conversation.
Brant answered immediately. “She’s fine. She’s mad as all hell because Burkenton wrecked her, but I swear if he hadn’t taken a crash himself, she’d be dead. This is a mess here on the track. I’m telling you, Colt. It’s a damn bloodbath.”
“Is she all right? Have you talked to her?”
“No,” Brant replied. “Are you kidding me? She’s on pit road blasting this Burkenton fellow. I sort of feel sorry for the guy. Maybe she doesn’t know he just saved her life.”
“Where are you?”
“A few feet away from her.”