Tangled: Steele Ranch - Book 3

by Vanessa Vale

  Still, we waited.

  “No. I want all of you,” she said finally. Her gaze was clear, her intent—and consent—obvious.

  Thank fuck. I didn’t think my dick was going to handle it if she’d said otherwise. I’d have had to rub one out in a cold shower and that wasn’t as fun as coming deep in a willing, wet pussy. Her pussy.

  Sutton lifted Cricket up, then placed her down on the coffee table in front of him. With a hand between her breasts, he pushed her slowly onto her back. I moved to one side, Archer the other and Sutton stayed between her legs.

  The three of us dropped to our knees at the same time, Sutton to slide her jeans and panties off her hips once again, this time not stopping until they were on the floor, taking her sneakers and socks off with them.

  Archer stroked her hair back from her face, leaned forward so their noses practically touched, then kissed her. As she was distracted, Sutton took hold of her ankles, set her feet on the edge of the coffee table, spread them wide. Fuck, just watching them play with her—and her willingly allowing it—was so hot. Naked and sprawled across the low table, she was gorgeous. She wasn’t skinny. No, she had perfect curves with toned muscle beneath. Her breasts—as I remembered—were a good handful with small, pink nipples. Her belly had a slight curve, an outie belly button that drew my eyes downward. Her dark hair between her thighs, from what I could see of it with Sutton’s head in the way, was dark and trimmed in a landing strip.

  She moaned into Archer’s mouth as her back arched, thrusting her breasts up in invitation. My dick couldn’t handle the discomfort anymore, so I unzipped my jeans to give it some room, then leaned forward, took a nipple into my mouth, the other in my palm. Her skin was so warm, soft, sweet-smelling. I drew on her, felt the tip tighten further against my tongue.

  A throaty gasp filled the room and I glanced up, saw that Archer had lifted his head and was smiling down at Cricket, watching her respond to my touch, Sutton’s mouth.

  Her hand landed on my back with a thud then slid up my neck to tangle in my hair, to pull, then press closer.

  “I’m going to…oh god, I’m going to come.”

  “Good girl,” Archer murmured.

  I moved my hand off her breast and let Archer play. Her three men were touching her, bringing her the pleasure she desired. It was so fucking incredible to see her this way, so passionate, uninhibited. Even after a year apart, she trusted us—all three of us—to take care of her.

  Her skin bloomed with sweat, a blatant sign she was close to coming. I could taste it on my tongue, the sweet saltiness of it.

  When she came, her body stiffened, she practically yanked the hair from my scalp and her scream bounced off the walls of the great room. Sutton had wicked oral skills to get her to come within a minute or two. That, or she’d been ready for us longer than we’d thought.

  I lifted my head, watched her face as she came. Her mouth was open; her eyes stared blindly at the ceiling; her skin was flushed and damp. She looked…wild. So fucking hot. And seeing Sutton’s dark head between her thighs, the way he was looking up her body and watching her, made me want to take his place. I’d tasted her that one night, remembered her flavor and my mouth watered now. My cock pulsed, telling me it wanted to slide through her sticky, sweet honey instead of me lapping it up with my tongue.

  Sutton’s big hands slid up and down her inner thighs as he lifted his head. Yeah, she was fucking wet because it coated his lips, his chin. He didn’t wipe it away, instead, he licked his lips as if she were the tastiest snack.

  She was.

  Lying across the table, sated and replete, she caught her breath. She wasn’t self-conscious being so decadently displayed. Her eyes blinked open, looked to me. “More,” she said, her voice hoarse from her screams.

  I grinned. “Yes, ma’am.” I was perfectly content doing as she wanted because more meant…more.

  Since my jeans were already open, it was easy to push them off my hips, my dick bobbing out toward her. Her head was turned toward me and her eyes widened at the sight before her.

  I wasn’t small. Hell, no. It was a struggle to find pants that fit with all that meat, but I’d made it work, letting my dick lay down my left thigh. Except when I got hard, and then it wasn’t only obvious, but uncomfortable.

  “That…that fit in me?”

  I grinned. “You don’t need to compliment me, baby. My pants are already down.”

  She rolled her eyes, but didn’t move, not fully recovered from her orgasm.

  I gripped the base, stroked up the long length, watched as a drop of pre-cum slipped from the tip. “That’s for you,” I told her.

  Her eyes shifted from my dick to my face. “Please,” she all but begged.

  I didn’t need to be asked twice, but I immediately stilled. “Shit, I don’t have a condom.”

  Flicking a gaze to Archer, his shoulders slumped slightly. I knew he was ready to get inside her too. As for Sutton, he adjusted himself in his jeans, then stood. “I’ll go to the bunkhouse. I’ve got some there.” He looked to Archer, then me. “Get her all hot and ready for our dicks for when I get back.”

  That wasn’t going to be a problem. It was my turn between her thighs.

  7

  CRICKET

  * * *

  My bones had melted. I felt as if…well, as if I’d been pleasured by three men. And not just any three men, but Sutton, Lee and Archer. I’d told them the truth; I’d never had sex with three guys before them. The guys I’d been with in the past, which was a short list of two, hadn’t done it for me. And I’d been with them solo, no three-way. I hadn’t come at all with the first one, but then I’d been a virgin and it had hurt. Holy hell, had it hurt. The second guy had made it better, but I’d had to touch myself to come.

  I hadn’t played with myself at all just now—there’d been no place for me to do so with Sutton’s head there—and I came so hard. I smiled as I stared up at Archer and Lee. Archer was still kneeling beside me, his hand stroking along my waist and hip. The contact, the connection felt good, especially after the intensity of what they’d just done.

  “Ready for more, baby?” Lee asked, stroking his very big, very gorgeous dick.

  More? Hell, yes. And the idea of getting that beast inside me made me whimper, made me clench my pussy.

  “I see the way you’re eying me. Want some of this?” He stroked it again, swiped his thumb over the drop of pre-cum, smeared it across the mushroom-shaped head.

  I nodded, my head sliding on the cool wood.

  The men looked to each other for a moment and seemed to have a full conversation without saying a word. Archer rose to his full height, walked around to where Sutton had been—between my legs.

  Lee moved to the opposite end by my head, knelt down. “Push up, baby.” He dropped to his knees. “Get closer.”

  Using my heels, I pushed myself higher on the table, sliding across the smooth surface.

  “That’s it. Even more. Yes, now let your head go right off the edge.”

  His hand cupped the back of my neck as I followed his instructions, slowly let it fall back so while my body was flat, my head was upside down. There was his cock, only inches away. Big and thick, a pulsing vein going up the length. It was a dark plum color jutting from a nest of dark hair. So imposing. Virile.

  I licked my lips and I saw a drop of pre-cum bead at the slit.

  “Open up, baby.”

  I complied again because I wanted the taste of him, the feel of him against my tongue.

  As he put the tip to my lips, I felt Archer’s hands on my ankles, bending both my knees again. Unlike Sutton, he held onto them, pushed them back so my knees were by my chest, but splayed wide.

  His mouth settled over my pussy at the same moment Lee fed me his cock. Where Lee was careful, keeping his fist around the base so I’d only take so much, Archer went to town with his mouth and tongue. God, he was voracious, learning every inch of me, bringing me to the brink, then stopping. I moaned around L
ee’s cock and he thrust an inch deeper, his hips seemingly involuntarily bucking from the vibrations. How could something so hard be so soft and warm against my tongue? The flavor of his pre-cum burst in my mouth, salty and tangy. I reached up, put my hands on his thighs, my fingers grabbing hold of the top edge of his pants and some muscular thigh.

  Archer kissed my mound as his fingers took the place of his mouth. “Time to slow down, Cricket.”

  Lee pulled back, painted my lips with the tip.

  “But—”

  “You’re not coming until Sutton gets back from the bunk house with those condoms,” Archer said, a finger swirling over my entrance, then slipping in. I clenched down, tried to pull it deeper, but he laughed.

  “Greedy, aren’t you?”

  I stuck my tongue out, flicked Lee’s cock like an ice cream cone.

  “All right, have a little taste,” he said, putting it back to my lips and inside when I opened wide. “But just a taste. I’m not coming until I’m deep in that pussy. I haven’t fucked anyone since you. My balls want to fill you right up.”

  My ministrations slowed as I processed his words. He was a red-blooded male. A bull rider, nonetheless. He had testosterone pumping from him. He had needs and yet he hadn’t filled them since last summer?

  “Even upside down, I can see you thinking. Archer, make her forget.”

  Archer made a rumbling sound as a reply and quickly found my g-spot with his finger and pressed. I moaned. Yeah, that was the right place, but he wasn’t moving, only applying consistent pressure. It was fabulous. Mean. Arousing. Teasing.

  “It’s been me and my hand since that wild night,” Lee commented as I began to squirm, trying to get Archer to move, to fuck me with his fingers.

  “Me too, baby,” Archer said. His voice was low, rough and needy. “I’m sick of my hand, especially now that I’ve got your pussy squeezing my fingers. I remember what it was like around my dick.” A finger slid south. “What about here? Remember me here?”

  I tensed and Lee pulled out. Thankfully. Archer was only circling my back entrance, coating it with my arousal and playing some more, I was panting. The feeling was intense, especially since he still had a finger inside me on my g-spot. God, he liked to tease.

  “You can suck on Lee again. I won’t slide my finger into your ass as you want.”

  Lee shifted forward again and I took him back in my mouth. Sucked.

  “If I do, you’re going to come. I know it. I know you, baby,” Archer said. He continued talking to me, all dark and dirty, Lee piping up to agree with him and add his own carnal promises.

  I heard heavy footfall just before a deep, rumbling, “Fuck.”

  Sutton was back.

  “Look at you, baby. Taking your men. You haven’t come, have you?” he asked.

  Lee answered for me, my mouth obviously full. “Hell, no. But toss me a condom. My balls are going to fall off from the way her mouth is teasing me.”

  Lee pulled out once more and he cupped the back of my head again and lifted it as Archer pulled me toward him so I was settled back on the flat surface.

  “You’ve been a good girl. Time to come and then Lee’s going to fuck you.”

  Archer finally…FINALLY…began moving his finger inside me, brushed his thumb over my clit and did magic circling at my back entrance. He’d had me right on the edge that I fell right over. Sutton had primed me with that first orgasm, this one coming easier, although Archer was very skilled with his fingers.

  I arched my back, closed my eyes, moaned. It was a rolling orgasm, a soft lilt of heat that spread to my fingers and toes. My ears went numb. I drooped, wilted, on the table as I heard the distinct foil of a condom wrapper, the metal clank of a belt buckle, the slide of a zipper.

  When I opened my eyes next, Lee was looming over me, one hand beside by my head to hold his weight. At some point, he’d stripped off his shirt and we were pressed together, skin to skin. His cock nudged my thigh, then slid upward to settle at my entrance.

  His blue gaze met mine, held. “Ready?”

  I nodded, lifted my hand to cup his stubbly jaw. “God, yes.”

  He didn’t wait, thankfully, and slid into me in one long, deep, stroke. Did I say long? He filled me and filled me and—

  “There,” he said, gripping my butt and angling me just right so I took every thick inch of him.

  “Fuck, baby. Your mouth was too good.” He dipped his head, kissed me and I played with his tongue as I had his dick. He groaned again. “Shit, this is going to be an eight second ride.”

  I lifted my hips, content with that. I just wanted him to move.

  He did, pulling back, thrusting deep, pushing me along the table. His hand moved to my shoulder, held me in place.

  He felt so good. While he was big, I was wet for him and the tight fit meant he rubbed over every single nerve ending.

  I felt his ragged breathing fan my heated skin as he thrust deep, held himself still and growled. I felt the reverberations against my breasts as he came, his hips making the tiniest of motions as he pumped his cum into the condom.

  I watched him as he did so. His jaw was clenched, veins popped out on his temples, sweat dotted his brow. Every inch of him was reduced to pumping his cum into me. Maybe someday we could forego the condom and I could feel it hot and thick as it filled me.

  He pulled back and I hissed, sated from the earlier orgasms, but not from the fucking. When he stood, I could see Archer and Sutton once again. They’d both stripped off their shirts, their pants open enough for their dicks to be out. Archer’s was sheathed in a condom, Sutton’s bare.

  As Sutton stroked himself, he issued orders. I shivered at the dark commands, not the cool air. “Up on your hands and knees, baby.”

  Archer grabbed a throw pillow off the couch behind him, put it down on the table, helped me up and to get into position so my knees were cushioned and my palms were flat on the cool wood.

  Sutton moved in front of me. “The sight of you taking Archer and Lee will be burned in my brain forever. I want in that mouth as Archer fucks you. I want to feel you suck me deep and pull the cum from my balls.”

  That was hot. I licked my lips at the idea of tasting him again after a year. I remembered how he’d gripped my hair, guided me. Worked himself into my throat, then pulled back. Total submission on my part, the trust I had in him to know when I needed to breathe.

  He arched a dark brow, waited for me to say ‘red’. He wasn’t asking if I was okay with it because he was telling me what was going to happen. I could stop. I could use my safe word and we’d snuggle on the couch, fucking forgotten, or he’d go vanilla.

  I didn’t want vanilla. I wanted Rocky Road. With fudge.

  When I didn’t say anything, he lifted his chin. “Open up.”

  I did and he fed me his cock, slowly and carefully, but he went deep. His hand went to my hair as I anticipated. The slight tug felt good. When he pulled back so I was circling the crown with my tongue, Archer gripped my hips, slid into me.

  I moaned, closed my eyes. I was filled from both ends. Two men. So hot. So much. So good.

  Sutton kept his one hand in my hair, the other went to my shoulder so I wouldn’t be driven forward by Archer’s thrusts. Sutton directed my mouth fucking, the depth, the pace. All I did was lave him with my tongue, breathe through my nose and pull in my cheeks. I couldn’t think, not with Archer fucking me.

  Lee sat on the side of the coffee table, cupped my breast with one hand and found my clit with the other. The third orgasm overcame me instantly. I’d just needed the contact with my clit and I was done for.

  I clamped down on Archer’s dick as he spoke, his voice ragged, his words almost disjointed. Yes. Fuck. Tight. Death of me. Balls are going to explode. So deep.

  “Swallow every drop, baby,” Sutton said as he slid deep, swelled, just before I felt the hot pulse of his cum slide down my throat. I swallowed, again and again, to take it all.

  He pulled back, painted my tongue wit
h a bit more cum as I breathed, then pulled from me entirely.

  Archer hooked his arms about my waist, lifted my upper body so I was kneeling on the table, his body pressed into mine. He fucked me then, hard and deep as his mouth came down on my shoulder, kissed it, licked it, then nipped it as he came.

  I couldn’t catch my breath. Three orgasms and I was wiped out. Sweaty, pussy still dripping with need. My nipples were sensitive. Hell, every inch of my skin was sensitive. The taste of Sutton was on my tongue.

  All I could do was look up at Lee and Sutton as Archer’s hands roved over me gently, his dick still deep inside me, and smile.

  8

  CRICKET

  * * *

  I awoke to the smell of coffee. For a second, I forgot where I was. I blinked, staring at the walls of a pretty bedroom, although heavily masculine in style. The windows were open and the navy curtains billowed slightly in the breeze. The sheets were cool and soft and I’d slept well. I’d also slept hard because, well…I’d been ridden hard.

  My body ached. From the twinge of pain I felt as I moved, I wouldn’t be surprised to discover I had little bruises along my spine from being laid out on the coffee table. My jaw was a tad achy and my pussy…I’d definitely been put away wet.

  I rubbed my thighs together thinking about what I’d done with Sutton, Archer and Lee. Wild things. Dark things. Hot things. I grinned to myself. I was a little hussy when it came to them and every bit of my submissive nature came out. Sutton just…called to that part of me. He pulled out the need to let go… to give up control to him.

  Looking back, I’d done it with Archer, too. Right from the very first time I saw him. I’d had enough of handling Schmidt and Rocky on my own. I’d felt his strength and I’d wanted to lean on it. I’d all but begged him to arrest me.