The terror passed, of course, had been nothing more than the basic animal within her reacting to the animal she sensed in them. Annie knew she was more than just a physical being responding to the instincts nature had bred in her. She was a woman with needs never met and hungers never fed.
But on this day, with these men, all that would change.
Jesse took one step toward her, and then another. And then he gathered her in, his mouth settling on hers, his kiss hot and carnal, his tongue sleek and sensual as he tasted her, as he opened himself to be tasted. Her arousal surged.
Annie wrapped her arms around him. She ran her fingers through his hair, loving the silkiness. Unable to do anything else, she pressed close to him, wanting to savor the sensation of his body tight against hers. He was hard, his cock tenting his jeans. Her pussy sensed its nearness. She felt herself grow wet, could feel her labia convulse and open in anticipation.
How could a body that had never truly known sexual pleasure understand that this time would be different?
Jesse’s lips left hers to caress and sip at her cheek and neck. Grant’s hand in her hair turned her head so his lips and tongue could claim hers.
Surrounded by primal male heat and desire, she surrendered to the need she felt pulsing deep within her. Her tongue stroked and tasted, swept and tangled. Her hands petted and caressed two heads, two faces, two bodies.
When they coaxed her to step back, she did. Cool air caressed her chest, and she moved her arms so that the blouse they’d opened could slide off her shoulders to the floor.
Grant unsnapped her jeans, slid the zipper down at the same time Jesse reached behind her and unfastened her bra.
Annie’s knees went weak when she felt masculine hands cupping her naked breasts, long male fingers tugging and pinching her nipples. She groaned, the sound signaling the escape of feminine cravings from the dark, dank prison they’d been trapped in all her adult life. One mouth, and then another latched on to her nipples. Teeth nipped, tongues laved, mouths suckled.
“Oh, please.” She knew what she needed, but could do no more than beg for it. The tug of her jeans down her legs barely registered. But then she felt her cotton panties being pulled down, felt them drop to her feet, and she knew what she sought was very, very near.
“Up, baby.”
Jesse’s urgent whisper enflamed her, and she helped as they lifted her to sit on the edge of the table. Then Grant eased her down, supine. Jesse spread her legs and she rejoiced in being naked and open wide before them. She was theirs. Maybe not forever but definitely for now, and she willed them to take what they would.
Grant bent over to feast on her, his mouth hot and wet, devouring hers. The slide of flesh, tongues, and lips sparked heat and a shivery kind of excitement that electrified her, drew her in to the maelstrom of sensations like a moth to a flame.
Jesse inserted a finger into her pussy and she bowed off the table, whimpering in need as her passion spiked, internal flames shooting for the sky.
“You are so wet, baby, so ready for us.”
She sensed Jesse stepping back, and that image became swamped by Grant’s mouth as it continued to seduce her, his hand as it wandered from breast to breast, then down, slyly, to test her liquid heat for himself.
He groaned against her lips when he inserted his fingers into her slick passage.
Jesse stepped back between her splayed legs. Grant traced his hand back up her body. She felt the brush of the back of Jesse’s hand against her opening.
Then his hot, latex-covered cock pressed against her, feeling impossibly large as he grasped her hips, leaned forward, and slowly began to enter her.
It felt as if every nerve she possessed rushed to her pussy. Gasping, she broke away from Grant’s hungry mouth. “Hurry, oh please, hurry.”
“Don’t worry, baby,” Jesse’s voice sounded strained with self-mockery. “It’s going to be in a hurry. I’m so damn triggered, it won’t take….oh, yeah.”
Annie couldn’t manage more than a moan of bliss as Jesse’s cock sank deep inside her, filling her completely. The heat of his groin against her labia, the sway of his balls against her ass as he pulled out and then sank into her again, and then again, the friction of his cock moving against her tunnel, turned her on more than anything she’d ever imagined.
Grant straightened beside her, but kept his hand busy stroking and kneading her breasts. She could see him watching Jesse and her, watching Jesse fuck her. She, too, turned her gaze on the man inside her. Such a look of absorption, of pure pleasure lit his face that her breath caught.
“You feel so good around my cock, baby,” he whispered. Then he leaned over her, opened his eyes.
She could see the strain of his control. Sweat dotted his forehead and one bead of it slid off him, landing almost exactly between her breasts. Annie reached out to him, curling her fingers in his hair. She tugged and he came forward, heeding her unspoken demand.
Her mouth fastened onto his, her tongue drinking his flavor, stabbing and swirling greedily. And as she took Jesse’s taste into her mouth, his cock into her pussy, her other hand stroked down Grant’s chest, down until she brushed against the denim covered ridge of his erect penis. He leaned against her touch, and his cock grew larger.
She weaned her lips from Jesse’s, met his gaze. Plying rarely used muscles, she convulsed her sheath around his cock. “Fuck me harder,” she said.
“Oh, God.”
She saw his control snap. Eyes glittering, teeth bared as if in pain, Jesse withdrew from her body and surged home again and again. She felt the tension in him, could smell him, the musky scent of his sweat and his sex, as he drove into her, as he pleasured them both.
Then he reached down, found her clit with his thumb, and began to rub.
Annie came hard and fast, her orgasm so damn big that she wondered that she didn’t fly right off the table. Jesse’s one hand anchored her hips even as he continued to thrust into her and rub her clit. Grant caressed and pinched her nipples, his hands anchoring her as he bent down to take one hard pebble into his mouth and suck strongly.
Annie didn’t recognize the sounds she made as ecstasy flooded her body, emptied her mind. Jesse pressed forward, a feral growl emerging from his throat. She felt his cock pulse inside her, knew he was coming, filling the latex that protected them both. She hooked her legs around his ass and lifted her pussy to press more completely against his groin, wringing every drop of pleasure from her orgasm that she could.
Annie closed her eyes as Jesse collapsed over her, his breathing as rapid and harsh as her own. She felt movement beside her.
“Nothing has ever turned me on the way watching Jesse fuck you just did,” Grant said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Here, baby. I’m so horny. I need to feel your sexy mouth on my cock.”
Annie turned her head, the sight of Grant’s hard, naked cock instantly rekindling her fires. She’d never done this, never believed she’d want to. Yet now her mouth watered, and she could think of nothing she wanted more than to slide that hot flesh between her lips, taste Grant’s essence as she pleasured him.
She met his gaze and gave him a smile that felt wicked. She only needed to shimmy over toward him a couple of inches.
Trusting her men to keep her from falling, she stretched out, nuzzled his cock. Inhaling, she took in his scent, an aroma that inspired images of afternoon trysts and heated couplings.
Grant hissed in a breath and his cock twitched from the brush of her nose and the moist heat from her mouth.
Sighing, she extended her tongue, lavishing a long, slow lick as if he were an all-day sucker and she had just that long to devour him.
Then she closed her lips over the head of his cock and sucked him into her mouth.
Chapter 8
Grant closed his eyes in ecstasy as Annie’s hot, wet mouth closed over his cock. She played her tongue up and down his shaft as her mouth sucked gently. The strength left his knees and he had to brace himself against the
table.
He’d never felt anything so damn wonderful.
“Mmm.”
The vibration of the sound she made added another dimension of pleasure. Unable to help himself, he began to thrust. Using every ounce of willpower he possessed, he kept the motion gentle. Not for anything would he hurt her, but man was it hard not to give in to the urge to plunge and plunge and plunge.
He opened his eyes and encountered Jesse’s heated stare. He recognized the look, for he’d worn one just like it moments before. His friend was getting as turned on watching them as he himself had earlier.
Annie chose that moment to reach out and caress his balls.
“Sweetheart.” He couldn’t form any more words. One hand stroked her hair, his fingers combing through the delicate strands while the other caressed her breasts, pinching her nipples lightly. She opened her eyes then, and for a long moment their gazes locked. Heavy lidded, passion-filled, her eyes told him she enjoyed tasting him, pleasuring him.
“I’m close, Annie.” He told her, giving her warning. Some women didn’t care, but they were few and far between, in his experience. His focus was on Annie, on the pleasure on her face, on the way her cheeks hollowed just slightly with every suck. Then his attention was drawn to Jesse. His friend stepped away to dispose of the condom, but he’d returned, once more standing between Annie’s legs.
Jesse was obviously aroused. It felt strange, looking at his friend sporting a woody. They’d been naked together plenty of times through their lives, countless times skinny dipping and then one memorable jerking-off contest when they were fourteen.
The strangeness passed, and the reality of the moment surged. They were both finally having the woman they wanted, and they were having her together. Jesse’s gaze was fastened on Annie’s mouth. His hand reached down, began to caress her pussy.
Annie sucked just a bit harder and lifted her mound toward Jesse’s touch.
Grant thrust his hips, willing her to take him just a bit deeper. He looked at Jesse, and their gazes connected for just a moment.
Then Jesse smiled that cheeky grin of his, leaned over, and put his mouth on Annie’s cunt.
* * * *
Veronica counted the rings, hanging up after the tenth one. Annie’s apartment wasn’t that big. She would have answered the phone if she’d been home.
Monday nights were the worst in this Podunk little town. Friday, after work, she could head for the slightly brighter lights of Laramie. Few of the locals asked, but when they had, she lied, telling them that she had cousins there. She figured the people here would understand the obligation of family. And she’d been right, because after the first couple of times, no one bothered to ask again.
At least in Laramie, she could go out to a halfway decent bar, hook up with someone who didn’t work outdoors, and have some fun.
Restless, edgy, Veronica paced her small living room. There was nothing on television worth watching, and she’d already seen every movie she owned twice.
God, I miss New York.
There was always some place to go, someone to see, something to do in New York City. Unlike in Branchton, Wyoming, where they rolled up the sidewalks at eight in the evening. Well, there was that hole-in-the-wall saloon, but she wouldn’t be caught dead in there.
If she had known things would turn out this way, that she’d end up in a hick town and bored out of her skull, would she have made the choices she’d made, taken that transfer six months ago?
She felt the smile slide onto her face as it always did when she focused on her goal. Yes, even knowing all that, she would have done everything exactly as she had. The payback at the end of it all was absolutely going to be worth the ennui of these last few months.
How did Annie manage to survive here? She’d grown up in Albany, moved to Queens. It wasn’t just that Branchton was in another part of the country from New York—it was on another fucking planet! Yet Annie Rutherford had been here nearly twice as long as Veronica and seemed to be thriving in this backward environment.
At first, Veronica thought the other woman was a hell of a good actress with a well-honed, fine-tuned plan much like her own that allowed her to accept the bare-bones reality of life in this town with equanimity. But over time, Veronica came to the conclusion that Annie had no plan and certainly wasn’t acting.
Her thoughts touched on the other former New Yorker in Branchton, Billy Woods. What a loser! She’d been suspicious when he first came to town, barely two weeks after she arrived. Three people from the same place all ending up in dot-on-the-map, Wyoming. What were the odds? He told all and sundry that he’d been drifting for a number of years, trying to find himself. Branchton was just his latest stop. Was there anything he hadn’t done? Bartending, motorcycle racing, small engine repair. Hell, he even played in a band.
Couldn’t be a very good band, though, because the local bar where he worked wouldn’t even hire him. As weeks had turned into months and she’d seen the way he’d settled into the community here, made friends, and particularly given the fact that he tended to by and large ignore her, her suspicions had dissolved.
And why am I thinking about that loser right now, anyway?
Veronica shook her head. She turned and walked the few steps needed to enter her kitchen. She reached up to the top shelf over the stove, pulled down the bottle of scotch she kept there.
Her thoughts were disjointed because she sensed that her time in this go-nowhere place was finally coming to an end.
Something was going to happen soon. She knew of recent events back in New York. Probably any day now the shit would hit the fan. She’d covered herself, of course, but she couldn’t let her guard down, not for one moment. She had to be ready to take action.
Amber liquid spilled into her glass. Holding the bottle up, she noted that it was three-quarters gone. When had she purchased it, anyway? She made a mental note to take a drive after work the next day and pick up another couple of bottles.
She would hate to run out.
Veronica’s mind wandered to her work. Her duties as assistant manager of the local branch of the Hopkins Bank, grandiosely called the Hopkins-Wyoming Bank of Greater Albany County, were far less than in the Hopkins bank’s head office in Manhattan. But the position here was considered managerial. Management positions on her résumé were necessary if she wanted to hike up that corporate ladder.
Not having put in for a transfer at some point would have looked suspicious to those back home who knew she harbored aspirations for bigger and better things. As it turned out, the opportunity that brought her here had been fortuitous, to say the least.
Veronica Ferris was on a direct path to a much better life and nothing was going to stand in her way.
So if she had to spend a little more time in this Godforsaken place, she would.
Taking her glass with her back into the living room, she eyed the phone, and then the clock. It was nearly eleven in the evening. Surely by now Annie would be home?
She dialed the number by rote and listened to the rings. Her brow furrowed when she once again reached ten with no answer.
She’d been told often enough that she was a control freak. She didn’t like not knowing where Annie was, or what she was doing. Despite the rustic surroundings, this ballet she danced required intricate execution. There could be no missteps.
She watched the scotch swirl in her glass, then downed it in one gulp. Tomorrow, she’d go over to Annie’s store on her lunch break and find out where Annie had been tonight. Maybe the woman was finally developing a social life. She seemed a bit different at breakfast this morning.
Actually, that would play into Veronica’s hands very nicely. She’d encourage some girl-to-girl chit-chat, get an idea of when Annie would be off with her paramour, and not at home. In fact, she’d convince the other woman that it would be better to meet at his place—whoever he was—rather than have him stay with her in town. She was a business owner, after all, and needed to be careful of the image she p
rojected. Then Veronica would know when Annie’s place would be unoccupied.
The time fast approached when she’d have to get in there, and she’d rather do it with no one at home.
* * * *
Water poured down over her in a gentle trickle. Hot male bodies bracketed her. The shower, the biggest one Annie had ever seen in someone’s house, easily held the three of them.
Jesse stood in front of her and Grant behind. Jesse had just finished washing her breasts and pussy with wet, soapy hands. Grant’s hands were languidly caressing and cleaning her back and butt. Her hands were busy spreading soap bubbles on Jesse’s cock and scrotum.
And all these years, she thought showers were a bore.
“I want your mouth on my cock, Annie,” Jesse said.
Annie thought that was a fine idea. She cupped her hands to capture fresh water and rinse him. Then she started to lower herself to the shower floor.
“No, no,” Grant said. “Just bend over. And spread your legs a little.”
The sound of a packet being torn open told her why Grant made that request. Bending over, she took hold of Jesse’s cock in her right hand, opened her mouth, and slid his cock between her lips, using her tongue to caress his shaft. He shivered in pleasure. As a reward, she used her left hand to caress and gently squeeze his balls.
Grant clamped his hands on her hips and thrust his cock into her from behind, one powerful surge that buried him to the hilt. Annie’s juices flowed, her arousal igniting, her belly clutching as tiny spasms of pleasure shot through her. She sucked harder, Jesse helping her as he thrust into her mouth with almost the same rhythm Grant used.
She felt a finger slide up and down over her anus. She groaned, the spike in pleasure nearly enough to make her come.
“Oh, baby,” Grant’s voice rough and tremulous, “you want cock there too, don’t you?”
Cowboy Cravings Page 6