Men of a Different Sort

by Addison Avery

  “They told you to make yourself at home,” she reminded him.

  “Yeah, so that’s what I did on night number one. It was a hot summer evenin’, too. The kind where a man don’t mind to sleep in the nude, and they did. I kept my pants on, uncertain of expectations and not quite ready to appear downright rude and all.”

  “Sure,” she said. “You wouldn’t want to leave a poor impression.”

  “And anyhow, in the middle of the night, a couple of hours before daybreak, I heard the wildest sounds I ever heard in my life.”

  Alarmed, she sat straight up. “What did you hear?”

  He gave her a devilish grin. “The sounds of more pleasure than I can even start to describe,” he explained. “Callie, there’s no way to accurately tell ya about the way such noises echoed through those quiet hills.”

  “Try,” she encouraged him.

  “Well, I got up to go relieve myself. I reckon where I didn’t know these boys, they felt they had to go hide their private business. I took a hike downstream, sort of disoriented, I guess, and all truths, I thought I was headed away from the racket. Callie, the air was so full of animalistic grunts and groans that I swear to you, I didn’t know what I was walking into, but if I had, I might have been afraid to approach.”

  She sat on the edge of the bed with her palms on either side of her hips. “What did you see?”

  He looked in the mirror across from the bed, and his eyes twinkled with the memory. “I saw a train reaction of pleasure.”

  “Define train reaction,” she coaxed.

  “There on a large flat rock, the three of them were going at each other like they were hungry for the other one. I nicknamed ’em Small, Medium, and Large because of how tall they were. Had nothin’ to do with their penis size on account of all ’em had big um…well, you know what I mean.

  “Anyhow, Medium, turns out, was in the middle, and Large was behind him. His balls were slapping at his ass so hard, I swear I thought he might fuck them black and blue. Medium bucked up against him, and how he did it was anybody’s guess. Small was on his knees just a suckin’ and a lickin’, and good grief, Callie, it was something to see. They formed a straight line of pure wonder.”

  She swallowed tightly. “Did you uh, join them then?”

  “Oh, no,” he said. “I would’ve, though. If they had caught a glimpse of me and asked me to, I would’ve been right there with my hand or rear ready to go.”

  “Still don’t like to open your mouth and offer a few favors, huh?”

  “No, but I sure enjoy pounding the hell out of some ready throats.”

  “You’re awful.” She shivered when she looked down and saw the thick root of his erection bulging under the material barely able to keep him covered.

  “What I did was pure sinful,” he confessed. “You’re right.”

  “What did you do?” she asked.

  “Well, after seeing what I saw, I went back to camp and jacked off a few times. I almost rode on out of there that night, but instead of leaving, I stuck around for breakfast and then hung around for lunch. By nightfall, there wasn’t any sense in denying what I wanted. Dinner with those fellas was better than eating something on the range, all alone.”

  “So you stayed?”

  He nodded, and a thin line shaped his tight lips. “I couldn’t bring myself to make a run for it after what I watched. I stuck around and was handsomely rewarded.”

  “What happened?” she probed, excitement whipping around her like a cool wind. She was engaged by the details of the story. Her body heat rose, and her nipples throbbed. Hearing Little Joe’s confession made her want him like never before, and his easy drawl made her burn for his touch.

  “After a campfire supper, they passed around a bottle, and we started drinking and talking about women we’d had. Something I worried a little later about because Medium was pretty interested in the likes of you.”

  “Ah shoot, you never could keep things about me and you to yourself, could you?”

  He reached around her middle and pinched her nipple. “I just told them the truth.”

  “Which is?”

  “If you didn’t know how to suck my sac and penis better than any man around, then I’d dump you flat on your pretty little bottom.”

  “Uh-huh. So now I can expect men of a different sort borrowing my time more now than ever before, huh?”

  “If these three ever find you, I imagine so.”

  “They’re the ones who shot you, though, aren’t they?” she asked, eager for his reply.

  Instead, Little Joe deliberately avoided providing an answer. “So we were talking about sucking and fucking. You know cowboys do that a lot around their fellow men. Then, out of nowhere really, Small says, ‘I can suck you right, maybe even better than your woman,’ and I said something like, ‘Prove yourself,’ or something sorta insignificant. Only, whatever I said, he took my comeback as an invitation.”

  “Really?”

  “Yes, indeed. He did.”

  “And so he just opened his mouth?”

  “In faster time than I like to keep, he whipped out his pecker, and the other two followed right behind him. He dropped to his knees, and God help me, Callie, he started to untie my buckskins in the most seductive way I ever saw those strings part in my life.”

  She was a little offended. “How’s that?”

  “He had these real pretty deep-blue eyes, and he kept ’em focused on me. I kept mine focused on him. He used his teeth to untie the front and then pushed my pants down like he’d never been so glad to see a hard and ready man.”

  “Then what?” she asked softly. Part of what turned Callie on the most had always been watching Little Joe with Richard. Right now, hearing all about his indiscretions ignited similar sensations she’d enjoyed in the past when she’d watched Joe and Richard with her own eyes.

  “He grabbed a hold of the thickest part with a real manly tug. Only way I can describe his grasp is to make a comparison. Remember how you used to snatch the reins of a wild horse when one of those ornery beasts flared your temper? You’d grab the leather straps together and grip them like you meant to rip ‘em. The animal under ya always knew you meant business. I thought of you when he first touched me, on account of the way he yanked me forward, no questions asked.”

  “So you realized exactly what he had on his mind when he closed his hand around ya?”

  “Oh yeah, sugar. There wasn’t any question.” Lust filled Little Joe’s eyes, and he ran his hand over the length of his erection pressing forward in his breeches. “I wish you could’ve been there to see all of this for yourself.”

  “Did he give you a good one?”

  Little Joe crooked his arm behind his neck and looked straight ahead. “Yeah, Callie, he did, but let me tell you the best part.”

  “What?” she whispered. Joe’s story reeled in her curiosity. She was ready to hear more. With any luck, he’d follow up the ending with a long, slow screw, too. If this was Joe’s idea of getting her all worked up before Richard returned, he succeeded.

  “When this son of a gun sucked me, he stopped midstream and just beat the hell out of my stick. He’d grab a tight, fisted hold and pull and release, pull and release faster than I can tell you in words alone. Maybe I’ll show you later.”

  “Okay.” She shrugged. “And you enjoyed him more than most?”

  “Ah, Callie,” he sighed. “He made these slurping sounds from base to tip, and when he finally set me about right, he moved his face to the side and nuzzled my dick all the way around like he couldn’t get enough of my cream all over his cheeks and chin.”

  “So you like that better than—

  “No, I like both. This was just different and a first for me, you know.”

  She tried to imagine Little Joe and his new friends sitting around a campfire playing with each other. Truth told, it made her hot and incredibly wet. She tried to imagine vivid details, fantasizing about the way Joe would’ve fucked this stranger’s m
outh.

  “Joe,” she whispered.

  He cocked his head and looked at her with a knowing smile. “Come here, Callie.”

  She crawled on his lap, and he pulled her hair back in a ponytail. He held a fistful of her locks against her nape. “You know what I like, right?”

  “I thought I did,” she choked out.

  “You do. You always listen to me, Callie. You always do everything right.”

  “Except loved you like you needed most?”

  He hesitated, and she saw him flinch. “Callie, I had to let you go and find yourself. I needed to let you go and live out your dreams. You asked me to honor your wishes and told me you wanted to make your own way, remember?”

  “I didn’t live the life I thought I’d live, Joe,” she stated flatly. “I didn’t see those dreams like I thought.”

  “I know, baby,” he whispered, brushing her lips with featherlight kisses. “But I did.”

  The crushing sound of his three words threatened to leave her shattered. “Joe”—she licked his name into his lips—“do you still want me?”

  “Absolutely.”

  “And Richard? Do you want Richard?”

  “Always,” he assured her.

  “But what about those cowboys?”

  The faraway expression on his face told her while he enjoyed his time among strangers, he paid a price too high when he gave his body to them. The hours spent with them almost cost him his life.

  “They were bounty hunters hired to find me and Richard,” he finally confessed.

  She pushed away from him all at once. “What?”

  “Seems my relationship with you and Richard never was as private as I would’ve liked.”

  Callie gulped. “Did I cause this?”

  Joe cupped her neck, and with complete honesty, he told her what she needed to hear, the truth. “I think maybe you did when you trusted the wrong man.”

  “Oh, Joe, I’m so sorry.” Her heart stilled as she processed. She’d almost cost Joe his life all because she couldn’t keep quiet. She’d apparently trusted the wrong man. How could she have been so stupid?

  He kissed her forehead. “Did you fall in love with him? I could accept this a little better if you told me you loved him.”

  When he asked the question, she saw a hint of anger. For Joe, the ultimate betrayal for him was a confession of love for another. He was playing her like a hand of poker.

  “No,” she replied, thinking of the town doctor everyone in Tombstone respected.

  “But you could’ve loved him?”

  “I…I don’t know.”

  The tenderness gone, he trailed up her inner thigh with a fast hand. “Open up for me,” he whispered, nibbling her earlobe. “I want to play with you.”

  She shifted her legs, and he pressed his palm under her heat. “Did he make you crazy when you were with him, Callie?”

  “I don’t remember,” she lied.

  He slapped her pussy with a hard hand, and she felt the spurt of moisture fall from her inner walls. “Joe,” she whined.

  “Did you think about me when he sank ’tween your legs?”

  “Yes,” she admitted. “When his tongue was there, I thought about you.”

  He snarled. “I know you did. And you and I both know the reason why.”

  A flicker of recognition danced in his eyes. Yes, they both realized why. Joe’s cock and tongue were capable of reaching where they needed to go in order to fully please an insatiable woman. Then there was another reason. One she fully intended to tell him all about…later.

  “You didn’t love him, Callie,” he told her.

  “No, I didn’t love him,” she agreed, deciding that must’ve been true, right before his fingers sank inside her pussy. She would say anything he wanted to hear now.

  Dropping his lips to hers, Little Joe kissed her as he fingered her. She jerked as he held her in place. He thrust into her deeper, obviously inspired by every moan and every sigh.

  “Come here, Callie.” He dragged his lips across hers, and the familiar taste of him drew her tears.

  She pulled away. He stroked harder, plunged with purpose.

  “Come here, baby,” he said again, licking her bottom lip and nuzzling her cheek. “Let Little Joe take care of you.”

  Ah, she hated it when he spoke about himself in third person. And she loved it.

  He twisted his fingers, flipped his wrist, and finger-fucked her right into a pleasure no woman had ever known. She believed it because no other woman would dare act like this in a man’s bed. She held tightly to the wooden headboard behind her, clutching to his shoulder, too. She clawed at his skin, broke a nail on the other hand, and rode right into his palm.

  “Joe!” she screamed. “Oh, Joe. I’ve missed you so.”

  He steadied her by looping his arm around her waist. He worked his hand against her body. One finger buried inside and the others pinched and tugged the skin around her opening. Pleasure and pain, a mix so hot it was undeniable. Oh no, other men didn’t understand how to work her body. No other man seasoned her—prepared her—like this.

  “That’s it, Callie. Close your eyes and think of me. Watch me from that campfire.”

  “Joe!”

  “No, Callie. Imagine me, now.”

  She swallowed stiffly as one release left her, and another lingered around waiting for his hand and words to draw out another climax. “Joe.” Breathless, she tried to escape him, close her legs, and move away. He refused her.

  “Callie.” He gave her a quick peck. “That’s my girl.” He brushed his lips over her forehead and teased her. Pulling at her womanly folds, he pushed his fingers deep inside her once again.

  “Keep your eyes closed, Callie. Let me tell you a story,” he mumbled, leisurely feeding her his lips and fingers at the same time.

  “After I shot off in Small’s mouth, I dropped down to the ground, exhausted. Medium and Large moved closer and wanted me to try taking them in my mouth. Callie, you should’ve seen these guys.” He stopped talking for a second and thrust his hand against her pussy while going still deeper inside her walls.

  Her mouth fell open, and his lips curved in a satisfied smile. “They had dicks like mine, and they pumped their meat into their hands with a hard drive no one like me had ever seen before. They expected me to suck. One of them held my head to his cock, and when I didn’t open, the other one grabbed my hips, positioned me on my knees, and then spanked me.”

  “Oh God, Joe.” Her arousal saturated his fingers. “Tell me more, Joe. Oh please, tell me everything.”

  “And I liked it, Callie,” he whispered. “I thought of you the whole time they spanked me with their bare hands and a switch. One of them had a switch.”

  Her ass clenched, and he ran his fingers through her lips before tapping her back hole with the moisture he easily gathered from her pussy. He locked his lips over hers then, and she feasted on his kiss. She was hungrier than the second before. She held tighter to his shoulder and let go of the bedpost. Cupping his neck, she drew him to her.

  “That’s it, Callie, use my fingers. Good girl. Let me feel you, Callie. Come, sweet woman. Come for Little Joe.”

  She rode into his palm and screamed out his name almost the second he asked. He let her take her pleasure and then pinned her against the bed. “Ah yeah, Callie, that’s my naughty woman. I wish you would’ve been there to watch them. I think you would’ve liked seeing all the signs of pleasure for yourself.”

  A door slammed behind them, and they both jerked.

  “Shit,” Richard said. He glanced in the mirror and then stared back at them.

  “And later I’ll tell you the rest of the story,” Joe promised, pushing his body away from hers. “Right now I have my eye on the loveliest cock I’ve ever had the pleasure of riding.”

  Richard eased into the room and sat down. He tugged his boots off, and Joe smacked his lips as he studied the bulge in his breeches. “Go ahead, Joe. Stare. If you ain’t careful, you may g
et some of this.”

  That fact was well understood. Joe didn’t suck cock under normal circumstances, but he might if Richard asked.

  Chapter Six

  For the first time in all her life, Callie recognized a new lust in Richard’s eyes. He watched her with a focus like never before. Callie suddenly felt exposed, like a prospective lover just paid her going rate and then asked if he could spank her, something she’d always loved and seldom earned from the men who paid her.

  Richard was going to fuck her. He looked more interested in her than Little Joe. He stuffed his hand in his breeches for a minute, and after he settled things there, he rolled his tongue over his upper lip.

  He was ready for her. He stared right into her pussy, and she spread her legs so he could see what he wanted to find. After years of their games of hide-and-seek, Richard finally wanted to claim her.

  “That’s pretty,” he crooned. “Real nice.”

  Little Joe’s skin went pale. “What? You like what you see here?” He shoved up her dress and patted her pussy. She felt a new level of hotness, more intense excitement, and every nerve ending in her body shattered and sizzled.

  “Yeah, Joe. It’s real nice, don’t ’cha think?”

  Truth told, how would Richard know? He’d never fucked a woman or so he said, and he rarely paid her much mind when they were all together.

  Richard focused on Joe, and he had quite the love affair with Joe’s shapely ass. Good grief, when he sank in between Joe’s cheeks, he generally stayed awhile.

  She shivered then. Would he sink between her folds and stake a claim, settle down, and like the way he felt inside her? Would he enjoy her enough to lay down a solid root? She felt faint when she thought of the way he fucked Little Joe. Could she even handle him?

  Bracing herself against her elbows, she rolled her legs forward and back. Joe moved to the side, and with a forced chuckle, he patted her knee. “Careful, Callie. You may get what you’re inviting today.”

  “Let’s hope,” she purred.

  Joe frowned. After the arousing story he’d told her—and every detail he shared spiked her interest—she didn’t care what Joe wanted or liked at the moment. She had acquired certain insatiable needs, and someone stepped up and was ready to take care of them.