by Vanessa Vale
“Then come get my cock in that hot mouth and Lane will give you a reward.”
Shimmying her hips, she settled over the rail at the foot of the bed, then placed her hands on my thighs. With a quick dart of her tongue, she flicked out and lapped away the fluid that slipped from the tip.
The sight of her doing that had my balls tightening up. I cupped the back of her neck, gently guiding her further onto me. When I felt the sweet heat of her mouth, the suction of it, my eyes fell closed.
Fuck, yes.
CHAPTER TWELVE
Piper
I was bent over the end of a bed with Spur’s cock parting my lips. Lane’s hands slid down my bare thighs and I felt his hot breath over my pussy before he settled his mouth on me, his tongue lapping up my wetness. I knew it was copious; I could feel it on my thighs. I’d loved it when Spur had put his mouth on me the night we met, but I’d been shocked then at the very idea of it and while he’d made me come, I’d been a little reserved, a little wary.
Now? Now I pushed my bottom back to be closer, for Lane to be more insistent. When he dipped a finger into my pussy, I moaned around Spur’s cock.
“Do that again, Lane. Whatever the fuck it was, do it again,” Spur demanded. His fingers tightened in my hair and I knew I was making him lose control. The thought of me lowering Spur to his base needs was empowering.
The taste of him was on my tongue, salty and tangy. I didn’t know what I was doing, but I tried to take in every hot, hard inch of him. What I lacked in skill I hoped I made up for in eagerness.
“I’m not going to last,” Spur growled.
“Then let’s get our girl to come and I’ll fuck her while you recover,” Lane breathed as he kissed my thigh.
“Recover?” Spur laughed. “I don’t need that with Piper. My cock’s not going to go down for quite some time.”
Lane slipped his finger from me and I whimpered, but when he slid that slick digit to my back entrance, I stiffened and my mouth opened wider.
“What the hell are you doing back there?” Spur asked. “Fuck, I just touched the back of her throat.”
“I just slid my finger in her ass. Time to come, precious.”
Yes, it was. As his finger moved in and out of me, slowly but intently, he sucked my clit into his mouth, his tongue flicking over it.
My fingers gripped Spur’s thighs as I gave over to him, to the way his cock was filling my mouth so completely. My nose was tickled by the springy hairs at the base of his cock and I knew he was in deep. I concentrated on breathing through my nose.
It was hot and carnal and wicked what Lane was doing and I loved every second of it.
I couldn’t hold off the orgasm. While I’d touched myself as I laid alone in this very bed thinking my men were dead, this, having Lane use his mouth on me, was so much better. And Spur? I loved the feel of him in my mouth as I came, knowing I was connected to both of them. The feel of it, so hot, so delicious, had my eyes closing, my muscles tensing before softening. Succumbing.
Lane continued to lick and kiss my pussy, but softly now. Since I stopped moving my head over Spur’s cock while I came, my ministrations forgotten in my blissful haze, he lifted up his hips and began moving.
“That’s it. Keep your mouth nice and wide, soften your throat. Good girl. I’m going to fuck your mouth and my seed’s going to slide right down.”
I knew he was coming when he swelled impossibly larger in my mouth and his fingers tightened in my hair. The wide head touched the back of my throat again and my eyes widened. He groaned deep as I felt hot spurts of his seed pulse deep, no swallowing needed.
His hold relented and I pulled back, taking deep breaths and wiping my mouth with the back of my hand. I met Spur’s dark gaze, saw the sated, pleased expression and smiled at him. He was right; his cock was still hard, wet from my mouth.
With one finger, he stroked down my cheek. “You’re a wild little cock sucker. Lane, you won’t believe how she can take a cock into her throat.”
I heard Lane stand, make a deep sound of agreement. “Said the man who just came. My turn, precious.”
“Can you… um, take your finger out?” I asked, looking over my shoulder, the feel of him settled into my bottom. It didn’t hurt. Actually, after the initial surprise of it, it felt really good. I had no idea such heat and pleasure could be found in such a dark place.
“Hell, no.” He grinned at me, wide and wicked, as he lined his cock up with the eager entrance to my pussy and slid in deep, one long stroke. “You need to get used to both holes being filled because we’ll take you together. Often.”
He felt so good, so big. I’d missed the connection, the feel of their cocks in me. “When?” I asked, wanting them both. My back arched as he slid all the way in.
“Not today, love. You’re not ready.” Lane’s fingers gripped my left hip.
I shook my head, licked my lips. “I am. I’m ready now. Please. I need it. I need you both.”
Spur looked up at Lane and while they didn’t speak, they communicated easily enough.
Lane pulled out of my pussy and I whimpered, wiggling my hips. “Lane,” I complained.
Spur got off the bed, went to his satchel and retrieved a glass jar and held it out for Lane.
When he slipped his finger free of my bottom, I was completely empty.
Spur helped me up. “Come, Piper. If you want both our cocks, then you need to prove to us your virgin ass can handle it.” He met my gaze, it seemed, to know he was serious, and yet waiting for me to change my mind. They wouldn’t take me that way unless they felt I was ready physically, but more important that I was mentally ready as well. “It’ll be me who gets to claim you there. Lane got your pussy. Settle on the bed on all fours, yes, like that.”
I moved as he wanted, knowing their eyes were on me. I felt heated and soft, beautiful and wanted. And I wanted to be between my men, taken by both of them. Yes, we were truly wed, but I needed more, needed to know I was the center of their world and this was the ultimate display of that.
“Now head down. Good, ass nice and high. Yes.”
Spur’s directions were comforting. I didn’t have to think, only feel and listen. Obey. I never obeyed, but in this, in bed with them, I needed it.
I felt the bed dip and Lane sit beside me, one hand on my lower back, the other going between my parted cheeks. It wasn’t his finger that dipped back into me, but his thumb, slickly coated with lubricant from the jar. For some reason, the angle of his thumb was different and it didn’t just stretch me open and slide in, it hooked into me, opening me up in a completely different way. His palm rested on the upper swell of my bottom.
My head came up and I stared at the pillows, panting. My inner walls clenched against the intrusion and tried to adjust. I took a deep breath, let it out, relaxed my shoulders, my back, all my muscles.
“Easy,” Spur said. “That’s just a thumb. Think you can take more?”
He was making sure I was all right, that I wasn’t going to change my mind now that something was inside of me. The stretch and the burn were intense, but were also taunting with my pussy all empty. Lane’s cock had been deep inside me, then pulled out because of my words. I was… lonely there. And I was going to come. I was so close I reached between my legs to rub my clit.
I felt my eyes widen when another digit slipped into me. Lane didn’t just leave them there, but moved them in and out, scissoring them.
“Lane, oh, God. I’m… I’m going to come.”
Spur reached down beneath me, found my nipple and gave it a gentle pinch. He bent down close and I kept my eyes on his as I wiggled my hips, savoring the friction of my fingers against my clit and the feel of Lane’s fingers in my ass.
“Yes, please. Oh!”
I came, clenching down as I kept my gaze pinned to Spur’s. I knew he could see everything, know how I liked it, needed it. Needed them to fuck me in my pussy and ass.
As soon as I stopped rippling and squeezing Lane’s fingers
and I came back to myself, he slipped them from me and came around the bed.
“She can handle us,” Spur confirmed.
I was trying to catch my breath. It felt so good, so different, and we weren’t done. If that was how I felt from just a thumb, I worried having a cock there might be too much. Too good.
“Time to take me for a ride,” Lane said, holding his hand out to help me straddle him.
I looked to him and I only saw calmness, anticipation, need in his gaze. We weren’t bickering. It seemed we never did in the bedroom. It was the one time we were all in accord.
My thighs squeezed his hips as his hands settled on my waist, hoisting me up over his cock and then helping me lower down. I had to wiggle and shimmy to take all of him and when I was fully seated on his thighs, I took a moment to settle into the feel of him.
Hooking a hand behind my neck, he pulled me toward him. “Come here, precious.”
He kissed me then, hotly and with lots of tongue. He lifted his hips, pulsing into me but remaining deep.
I wasn’t sure if he was kissing me to distract me from Spur climbing up onto the bed behind me, to lower me down so I was in a better position to take Spur’s cock in me as well, or if he just loved to kiss. Either way, it was working. I was hotter than before, especially since he wasn’t wielding his whole cock, just slight shifts of it and stroking me deep. When I felt Spur’s hand slide down my back as his cock, cold and slick with the lubricant, pressed against my stretched opening, I whimpered into Lane’s mouth.
He loosened his hold on my neck, and I pulled up slightly so I could look into Lane’s pale gaze. As Spur pressed and pushed, shifted and worked his way past the tight ring of resisting muscle, I knew Lane could see all of me. My every emotion, my every feeling. And when I couldn’t help but widen my eyes and gasp when Spur slipped into me, I knew Lane felt it as well. It was so tight, the stretch impressive.
They’d prepared me, yes, but a hot, hard cock was different than any finger.
“Oh, God,” I whispered.
Lane grinned. “I can feel you take Spur, too. Good girl.”
“You’re perfect, Piper,” Spur said, his voice shaky with need. I knew he was being careful, holding back from his carnal need to fuck hard. I knew my men liked it that way. I did, too, but I felt vulnerable in this moment. Having him in my ass made me feel things more intensely. I felt more, the emotions running deeper.
“There,” he growled. I felt his hips pressing against my bottom. “I’m all the way in. Fuck, you’re tight.”
Lane lifted a hand to cup my face as I panted, concentrated on remaining relaxed between them. I felt Lane’s hard body beneath me, Spur’s at my back, his chest hair tickling my sweaty skin.
“Time to move, precious,” Lane murmured.
I gave a slight nod and then Spur pulled back, slowly emptying me, but not all the way. He reversed the motion and worked his way back in as Lane retreated. They took up a rhythm of one deep, one shallow, fucking me in alternating motions.
I clawed at Lane’s shoulders as little whimpers, then moans escaped my mouth. The feelings were so incredible, knowing I was making both of them feel good, fucking them both, making them mine at the same time was incredible. Spur’s deep thrusts pressed my clit against Lane’s lower belly and I was going to come again. How could I not?
I was overwhelmed. Swamped. Assaulted with feelings.
“I… oh. Yes… I’m going to—”
“Come, precious. Come all over our cocks.”
I obeyed Lane’s command and came, milking their cocks as they continued to move. Their pace changed as I shuddered and screamed between them, their own need to come taking over.
This was fucking. This was lovemaking. This was becoming one with my men. When I felt Lane’s seed pump into me as he growled, I dropped my head against his chest, listened to the rapid beat of his heart.
Spur’s hands tightened on my hips and I felt him swell as he slid deep one final time, calling out my name as he emptied himself deep into my ass.
I was a sweaty, boneless heap between them.
I didn’t know how much time passed, but Spur carefully pulled out, moved to lie down on the bed. Lane turned me to be between them, then slipped from me. I was once again between them as I felt their seed slip from me. I was sated, replete. Loved.
“Precious, you belong to us. No arguing.” Lane’s voice had a little pout to it.
I smiled into his chest. “All right. I won’t argue. How can I? I don’t have my gun.”
Spur chuckled as he settled in against my back. “Fucking does make you amenable.”
“Mmm, yes. I think you will have to keep doing it to keep me this way.”
It might be a wild sentiment, but true. I wanted my men, needed them. I wouldn’t have them any other way. No gun needed.
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Montana Maidens Series
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Their Kidnapped Bride
Their Wayward Bride
Their Captivated Bride
Their Treasured Bride
Their Christmas Bride
Their Reluctant Bride
Their Stolen Bride
Their Brazen Bride
Wildflowers Of Montana Series
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Dahlia
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Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs Series
A Wanton Woman
Western Widows
Sweet Justice
Mine To Take
Relentless
Naked Choke
Sleepless Night
Man Candy
The Alien's Mate: Cowgirls and Aliens