The Climax Montana Complete Collection

by Reece Butler

  “Nice, but not good enough,” she said. She rose to her knees and puffed air out her mouth, aiming it to blow her hair from her face. It didn’t work well, so she used both hands to smooth it behind her ears. She looked at Riley. “Will you, um, guide me in?”

  She had to ask? He grabbed his cock in his right hand. He rested his left on her hip, to encourage her to sit back slowly.

  “Sure you’re ready for this?” asked Travis, fussing.

  She whipped her head around. “Yes, I’m ready.” She caught Riley with her eager eyes. “Are you going to help me, or—”

  He pressed his left thumb against her thigh, in that lovely crease that showed where her leg ended and her pussy began. He rubbed the head of his cock against her pussy, moving it into position. She was so wet, and hot!

  “Take it slowly,” he murmured. She leaned back until he slipped just inside her. Another inch, then she grabbed him with her pussy vise. She was tight, by God! “Relax,” he said, though his heart thumped and sweat beaded his lip. “We’ve got all night.”

  Not that he could last that long. Maybe five minutes. She gripped him again. Or three. She sank another inch. Though he wanted to press her down, to have her eager pussy swallow him whole, he gritted his teeth and held on to the orgasm that smoldered, ready to erupt.

  “Oh, my. That feels so good.”

  Oh, hell, yeah!

  She wiggled her hips and dropped a couple of inches, squeezing his cock the whole time. Another wiggle and her neat brown bush rubbed against his blond short and curlies. He groaned, loud and long.

  “Dang it, Rye, you sound like a dying animal,” said Travis.

  “She’s killing me, bro.”

  He panted, forcing himself to hold back. Jane rose, adding to the sweet torture. She dropped a bit faster this time, then rose again. Jane’s face looked almost angelic as she concentrated on the moment. He reached for her breasts, but Travis swatted his hands away.

  “Mine. You take care of her clit.”

  Riley needed no more encouragement. He rubbed his thumb against the top of her pussy, avoiding that nub for now. He circled her clit as she sped up, gasping for air. He was in about the same shape, but had to keep in control of himself for her sake.

  She whimpered, a sad sound of frustration. He touched her clit, wiggling his thumb over it. She gasped, her pussy clamped down, and she went wild. She pumped, slamming her pretty ass down so it grazed his aching balls.

  Travis gave him a warning glance, then pinched her swollen nipples. She stopped, gave a small cry, then her pussy grabbed his cock like there was no tomorrow. She cried out as her orgasm finally crested.

  Yes!

  Riley shoved his hips up as Jane came down, slamming into her as best he could from below. He heard a distant roaring, but didn’t know if it was his voice, his brother, or the blood rushing from his head to feed his exploding cock.

  Oh, God, nothing had ever felt this good!

  She finally slumped on his chest. He wrapped his arms around her, loosely as she fought to fill her lungs. Her limp body moved up and down as he did the same.

  “That was so good, Janey,” he murmured once he could breathe. “You’re one hell of a woman.”

  “Now I know why women bother with men,” she murmured.

  “Thanks, I think,” he replied, then chuckled. “That mean you want to do it again?”

  She moved her head to look up at him. “Give me a minute to get over this one.”

  “My turn,” growled Travis. “If Jane wants more, I’ll be giving it to her.”

  “Jane wants more,” she replied slowly, then yawned. “But I need a nap first.”

  She sagged, lying on him like a rug. Riley grinned to himself and kissed her head. With his brother’s help, he pulled the sheet over them.

  “Sleep well, Duchess,” he murmured.

  Chapter Twenty

  Jane was warm and content, but something tickled her nose. She moved her head but it was still there. She shifted her hand and felt…coarse hair. She stiffened, then remembered.

  She was living with, and having orgasms courtesy of, a pair of Montana cowboys. Travis had shown her what he could do with his mouth, then Riley proved she could experience pleasure from a man’s cock.

  An amazing, astounding amount of pleasure.

  She was free! The past was gone, and a bright future beckoned. A future with more orgasms, and fun. Something pressed lightly on the small of her back. It was a large, warm hand.

  “Shh, Jane, you’re safe.” The deep rumble rose from under her head. “You’re lying on my chest. You remember what happened?”

  The hand swept up to her shoulders, then trailed back down. It continued past her waist, stopping with fingers cupping her bottom. She felt a very possessive squeeze. She opened her eyes. Brown ones edged in wrinkles laughed at her. Riley.

  “You fell asleep, sugar,” he said. “Came so hard I thought you’d never stop, then you zonked out on my chest. You’ve been lying there, snoring, for twenty minutes.”

  “I don’t snore,” she automatically replied.

  “Yes, you do.” Twin male voices provided the comment.

  She was wrapped around Riley’s hot body. Hot as in temperature. Her legs were spread wide, one each side of his hips. It was his chest hair which had tickled her nose. She touched her cheek, feeling a pattern from his hair. Something stiff pressed between her legs.

  Oh, lordy, Riley was hard again!

  “Anytime you want to do something about that rod you’re snuggled up to, just say the word, Duchess.”

  Yes, he was hard, all right. She glanced to the side. So was Travis.

  “Oh, no, you don’t,” said Travis. The bed dipped as, walking on his knees following his erect cock, he moved toward her. “It’s my turn to snuggle Jane.”

  “Snuggle?” she asked. “You guys look too eager for that. I’d say you’re wanting something more.”

  “You’d be right,” said Travis.

  She saw more than a touch of smugness light his face. He reached for her, grinning eagerly. He picked her off Riley’s body and lifted her high, as if she weighed nothing. She squeaked and grabbed for his neck like a berry clinging to a bush.

  “Out of the way, Rye.”

  “What are you going to do?” she demanded as Riley rolled aside.

  “You rode a cowboy,” said Travis. “Time to find out how a stallion rides a mare.”

  A deep thrill centered at the ache in her pussy. “As in?” she asked breathlessly.

  “First, I’m going to put you on your hands and knees. Then I’m going to lick and finger you until you beg for more. Then I’m going to spread those pussy lips and find my way home.” He gave her a stern look, one that demanded she conform to his wishes. “You got a problem with that?”

  His commanding authority made her need rise even higher. A touch of delicious dread hovered at the edges of her arousal. She yawned, knowing it would make him want to prove his worth.

  “No problem,” she replied, as if bored out of her mind, “other than to ask what’s taking you so long. Eeek!”

  The sound escaped when he flipped her and dropped her on her belly near the edge of the bed. He lifted her bottom, setting her down with her knees at the edge of the mattress, her feet hanging over. He moved her knees far apart and pressed her head into the mattress. A warning hand on her back told her not to move. It was glorious to have the power to hold a man in thrall. Being under his control was equally wonderful.

  “You look good like that,” Travis whispered in her ear. “You like having your ass and pussy on display, ready for my cock. Don’t you, Jane?”

  “Yes,” she whispered. She wanted this, needed it.

  “I’ll fill your pussy today, but next time, I’ll take you anyway I want.”

  “Any way?”

  A finger slid across her lower lips. She held her breath at the sensation. It slid back and up, then played with her anus. The tip invaded her. This one was thicker than
the first. She automatically squeezed to keep him out. He chuckled, and twisted. Sensation from a thousand pleasure points rioted through her. Oh, my! She inhaled a gasp, then pressed back.

  “You like my finger in your ass, don’t you, sweetie?”

  “Um…”

  “Tell me the truth,” he ordered.

  “Yes,” she admitted. She pressed her hot face, and its furious blush, into the sheet.

  “Good girl. I want you to tell me what you like.” He pulled his finger out, then patted her back cheek. “We’ll work up to it, but before this is over our cocks are going to fill you, Jane, front and back.”

  Her pussy gushed even as she shook her head. He grabbed her hair, gently but with purpose, and pulled. It stung a bit, but felt good. She tilted her head, arching her back as he tugged harder. He had her in his power, but it was by her choice.

  “You want that, Jane?”

  She hesitated. A sharp pain erupted on her left buttock an instant before she heard the crack of his palm. She jumped and yelped. His hand rested on the spot he’d smacked. It burned, but had lit a fuse in her pussy.

  “That help you to turn off that busy brain and listen to your body?” he asked. She nodded. He was right. The lingering sting kept her from thinking of anything else.

  “I know you like the thought of taking both of us at once,” he continued. “Riding one cock, being pulled down so your butt sticks up like this, then having another cock sink deep into your ass.”

  The bed shifted as he leaned over, his mouth by her ear.

  “And,” he said with quiet determination, “you like being spanked. You want me to take control of you, Jane. That’s good, because I will determine your pleasure. You will have my hands, and anything else I choose, on your skin, and in your body. And you will enjoy it, Jane, even when it stings. I’ll get pleasure from it, but only if you do. I know what you want, and I will give it to you. Pain and pleasure. Denial and reward. All for you.”

  “Don’t leave me out of this,” said Riley. “Jane’ll need both of us to keep her happy.”

  Travis’s fingers slid over her skin, exploring. He circled her pussy with his fingertips. She screwed up her face, as if that would force him to touch her where she needed. He chuckled, and kept circling. She squirmed, but he didn’t get any nearer her clit.

  “I’m not happy!” She jerked at the sharp tap on her back cheek.

  “Our woman needs to learn patience, Rye,” said Travis.

  “Why?” she demanded.

  Riley dropped on the bed on his stomach. His grinning face landed a foot away. “Because waiting means you’ll come a lot harder, Duchess.”

  Travis’s fingers found the slit between her inner lips. She shivered, unable to speak as he lightly swept over her folds. Her entire being focused on his tongue separating her lips, then flicking over her clit. She tensed, eager for another explosion. He pulled back, his breathing rough, then rolled off the bed. She whimpered at his absence.

  “We won’t make you wait today,” Travis reassured her from across the room as he covered himself. “You’ve got a lot to catch up on.”

  “And you want to fill Jane’s pussy as much as she wants it,” said Riley.

  Travis was grinning, but a hard look in his eyes warned Riley not to move toward her. Heavy feet padded back to the bed. Large hands grasped her hips. A hard cock slid over her pussy lips. How had she gone so long without feeling this? She closed her eyes to concentrate on his cock rubbing her clit.

  “You want me to fill this sweet pussy with my hard cock, Jane?”

  “Oh, yes.”

  “This means you’re mine until we’re done. You understand?”

  She wanted him to fill her, to thrust deep, creating wonderful memories to last the lonely days and nights to come. She nodded, her forehead rasping against the sheet.

  “Say it, Jane,” warned Travis, still tantalizing her with sensual rubbing.

  “Yes! I want that hard cock of yours to—”

  He breached her then. Just an inch, but she groaned in relief. He leaned over, his chest hair tickling her back. His hands found her breasts. He played with them, teasing her. She clenched his cock. His hands tightened.

  “Jane,” he warned, “if you do that, I won’t be able to go slow.”

  Slow? She didn’t want slow. She wanted fast and hot and hard! She wiggled her bottom. His grip relaxed, and she pressed back against him. His cock sank another inch. Travis groaned. He lifted his chest off her back, grabbed her hips and thrust. She was so wet and eager that he sank deep, stretching her tissues, filling her.

  They both panted, catching their breath for a moment while his balls dangled between her thighs.

  He snuck a hand around to her clit. A pinch, and she shuddered. He kept toying with her as he slid out, ever so slowly, then filled her again. They both groaned. The next time, he did it faster. And harder.

  She gripped the sheets with her fists, rearing up to slam back against him. The delicious friction of his thick cock spreading her wide, the slap of wet flesh, and the smell of their natural aroma filled her senses, closing off her brain.

  Her orgasm built, coiling tighter and tighter. Oh, yes, she wanted this. She was close, so close.

  “Fill her ass, Rye,” ordered Travis, his voice rough.

  A moment later a thick finger entered her bottom, flooding her with new sensations. It twisted, skewering her. Other fingers scissored her clit. Strong hands controlled her hips, hauling her close as he pounded into her.

  They filled her, again and again, pussy and clit and ass, until she shattered.

  Chapter Twenty-One

  Jane slumped on the couch between Riley and Travis a few days later, drowsy with contentment. She’d done more than conquered her fear. She’d discovered sex with a man who cared so much more than she could ever have dreamed. Make that men who cared.

  “You ready to talk?” asked Travis gently. “Getting it out will help.”

  “If we know why you’re running, and who’s chasing you, it will make things a lot easier,” added Riley.

  Her chest tightened. They were right. It was time to stop letting the actions of a beast control her life. She’d had a lot of time by herself to think the last few weeks. She’d dug up the past, looking at it from a different perspective. Memories had surfaced, ones she’d hidden away for so long. These men cared for her, body and soul. It was time to speak her truth, to herself first, but also to Riley and Travis.

  “Start with the first time you had sex,” said Travis.

  “You know my father controlled everything about me?” She waited for their nods. “His system fell down one time, and I took advantage of it. I’d got an invitation to a frat party.”

  “I heard those things can turn wild,” said Riley.

  “I’d heard that too,” she replied. “That’s why I went.”

  “How—” Travis stopped himself, then motioned for her to continue.

  “All invitations went into this one box. My father would initial the ones he wanted me to attend and leave them on the table in the hall. I thought he’d scribbled on it by accident before he went on a last-minute business trip. I knew this would be my only chance to do something against him.”

  “You wanted to be bad. I can understand that,” said Riley.

  “The guards escorted me to the door, as usual, and left.”

  “They didn’t say anything, and you didn’t ask?”

  “They gave orders, and I kept everything to myself.”

  “So, they dropped you off,” said Travis encouragingly.

  She remembered the wild excitement. She’d dressed as casually as she could, which meant a dress she wore to class.

  “I knew there’d been a big football game that day, and it turned out we won, so the party was wild. Everyone seemed to be drunk. I was desperate to fit in, so when the star quarterback grabbed my arm and held out a drink, I took it. He told me to chug it, which I did. He hauled me to the dancing area. No one paid an
y attention to me, except the man who told me he’d got the winning touchdown that day. I was thrilled he chose me.”

  “Uh, oh,” said Riley. “Fresh meat.”

  She blanched at the term.

  “A pretty, naïve girl at her first party, with no one protecting you,” explained Travis. “I bet he marked you the moment you walked in. As the winning quarterback, he’d believe he had rights.”

  Looking back, he’d certainly acted that way, as if she was a present.

  “We were dancing slow, tight together. I was excited. The parties I attended were very proper so this was the first time I’d danced this close, or felt an erection. By this time the alcohol was affecting me, so I was hanging off him. He asked if I was a virgin. I nodded, which made him breath even harder. He asked if I wanted to have sex. I’d never thought of it, but as soon as he said it I thought it was the worst thing I could do to my father. I knew he would arrange a marriage for me, and I would destroy his plans. So I said ‘yes.’ He grabbed my hand and led me to an upstairs bedroom.”

  The men winced. They didn’t speak, but their eyes said a lot.

  “The only good thing I can say about it was he used a condom. He didn’t care about me, only himself. He zipped up and went back to the party without a backward glance. I felt dirty and used, but I’d thumbed my nose at my father. When I came downstairs he was dancing with another girl. I went outside. The guards were waiting for me, so I went home.”

  “That was it?” demanded Riley. “Your father never found out?”

  “No one every spoke of it, but the looks he gave me after that were even more contemptuous.” She paused. “Looking back, I wonder if he set it up. It was like that quarterback was waiting for me. Like I was his reward.”

  Riley picked up her hand, pressing it between his. “Would he do that to his own daughter?”

  “He was a big supporter of the football team. And considering why I ran away, yes.” Rankin must have known about it. He’d given contemptuous smirks when she tried to avoid him after that. Again, she thanked the women at the soup kitchen for showing her how to be strong. Otherwise, she’d have married him. As for her father…