Lexi's Untamed Cowboys [Casanova Cowboys] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rhea Regale

  Supporting her with one arm around her waist, his fingers dipped into her damp panties, sliding easily through her sopping slit. The gentle friction unleashed a maddening burst of delight. She moaned, dropping her head back on his shoulder. With languid control, Travis’s fingers played through her pussy, tracing her labia, circling her entrance, spreading juice around her swollen clit.

  “Baby, your pussy is pretty damn hot and wet,” he murmured against her neck. His tongue drew a tantalizing line along her jugular, ending his goose-bump-inducing trail at her lobe. She clenched the bottle to her chest, eyes closed, gasping for breath. She was strung so tight, each remarkable slide through her seam cinched the tension in her lower belly and left her in tremors.

  He traced the shell of her ear with the very tip of his tongue. She crooned, undulating her hips against his hand. She wanted more, needed more, of his touch. His mouth was skillful and tender, despite the air of roughness lingering below the surface. She wanted that roughness, that playfulness that seemed to be a thread in his very being.

  Her bottle was on the verge of shattering with the rest of her body.

  “More,” she murmured, making a small motion to sit on his hand as his fingers caressed her opening. “Please.”

  Travis chuckled against her ear. His teeth gripped her lobe and tugged. She gasped, pleasure hitting every tenuous cord barely holding her control together. The pressure between her legs mounted, one slow curl at a time.

  She opened her mouth to beg again as Travis eased one finger deep into her body.

  “Ahh, yes,” she whispered. A rippling pulse ran through her cunt, leaving her weak.

  “You’re tight, baby.” He added another finger inside her canal. She tilted her hips, taking him to the knuckles. The truck rocked over the terrain. Travis held her steady, his palm brushing her clit.

  Her eyes shot open at the sharp sensation. “Oh god, that felt good.” She turned her face into Travis’s. In the night, his eyes were near black, shadows of intensity that burned her straight to her bone. He injected a powerful sensuality into her blood, something that resonated with the carnal desire so evident in his expression. “Do that again.”

  “Strum that lil’ nubbin of yours?” He snickered, his fingers twisting inside her, stretching her slick muscles. “Aw, sweetheart, I’m not gonna make you come here in the bed of my truck.” He laid a lingering kiss against her lips, not breaching the seam of her mouth with his tongue. “No. Wouldn’t be much fun.”

  “It would be exhilarating,” she panted, riding his hand. She needed that friction against her clit, wanted the storm swirling inside to lash out and claim her in a shattering of waves.

  “Ah, look.” His fingers slid from her body, leisurely gliding over her clit like the bow against a violin string. She bit down on her bottom lip, loving how that simple contact left her riveting. “We’re here.”

  Lexi blinked, lifting her head from his shoulder. She hadn’t even realized the truck’s ride had smoothed onto a paved drive leading to a three-story Colonial. The drive broke off on a separate path, and Brent guided the truck away from the house, toward a looming barn a few acres away.

  Lexi shrank into Travis, her eyes darting toward the house. She dropped an arm across her belly to her hip, trying to hide the indecency of her appearance.

  “That’s all mine, baby. You’ve nothing to worry about. No one’s home.” He fixed her panties to cover her, his moist fingers trailing along her hip. As Brent brought the truck to a stop outside the barn door, she leaned down to grab her shorts. Travis stopped her, his fingers ringing her wrist lightly. She looked back at him. “No reason to do that. The night’s still young.”

  The thought of walking about in nothing but her shirt and thong stroked a wicked eroticism she hadn’t realized existed. Modesty should come storming up behind this rogue exhilaration.

  Brent climbed out of the truck and slammed the door with such force the entire vehicle rocked. When he turned to her, hunger ablaze in his blue eyes and his handsome features darkened with desire that pulsed off him in heady waves, she knew her modesty was long lost.

  Travis took the bottle from her fisted hand and rested it on the toolbox. He wound his fingers between hers and brought her to the side of the truck.

  “Brent’s gonna help you down,” Travis said.

  She perched herself on the side and, keeping her knees together, swung her legs over the edge. Brent grabbed hold of her waist and slowly pulled her down, sliding her body along the hard platform of his. She pressed her palms to his shoulders. His heart thundered at a maddening rate. His nostrils flared. Even in the dim spill of a floodlight mounted at the corners of the barn entrance, she noticed how dilated his pupils were, leaving a thin halo of darkened blue around them.

  “That was downright painful, Trav,” Brent said, his voice so husky and thick it poured over her like caramel and crystals. His eyes never left hers, burning into her soul and spilling lava through her veins.

  The heat of Travis’s body caressed her back. She cast a short glance over her shoulder to find him standing directly behind her, that damn handsome smile on his sinful mouth. His gaze dropped to Lexi, who nodded her agreement. As it was, her body was strung so damn tight she thought she would burst at any touch.

  “Nothing a bit of rolling in hay can’t cure,” he said, running his knuckle along her jaw. “If that’s what you want, of course.”

  “I think I can handle the romp,” Lexi said, eager to take the challenge and indulge in these men.

  “Oh, baby, you sure?” Travis teased, his featherlight touch gliding down her arm. “Have you ever ridden a cowboy or two?”

  “Have you ever ridden a city filly?” Lexi responded, using his earlier nickname for her.

  Travis leaned into her, the soft chuckle brushing over her cheek. The tip of his nose traced her cheekbone up to her temple, where he pressed a soft kiss.

  “Think we may have to break you in,” Travis whispered.

  Her toes brushed the dusty ground, but Brent did not completely lower her to her feet. His arms bulged as he held her half-suspended, his solid cock nudging the apex of her thighs. The tempting idea of wrapping her legs around his narrow waist left her creaming through her core. Never in her life would she have considered taking a man within two days of meeting him, nonetheless offer herself to two men in the same moment.

  And yet, the idea piqued every secret fantasy she’d ever had.

  Oh no, she wasn’t in New York City anymore. Looking Brent in the eyes, Travis’s hand sliding over her ass as he started over to the barn door, she really didn’t want to return.

  Ever.

  Chapter Twelve

  Brent carried Lexi through the open barn door and moved through the dimly lit aisle to a ladder leading up to the loft. Travis’s horses stirred, snorts and soft pawing lending awareness to the air. The woodsy scent of hay and feed mixed with the masculine aroma of leather and tack.

  Now, a woman’s perfume and the sweet air of her musk entwined with everything.

  He had watched Travis fuck her with his fingers, and the entire time, he rubbed his aching cock. The sight left him dazed and ready to explode, nearly sending him off the wilderness path he and Travis used when leaving any bonfire.

  Brent gazed down into Lexi’s gorgeous face. He couldn’t get over how smooth her skin was, how soft. His fingers itched to run all over her, explore her body, her pussy, her ass, and learn what made her scream with pleasure.

  A light blush touched her cheeks, her lips still slightly swollen from Travis’s rough kiss. The man knew how to conquer a mouth and leave a man, or woman, breathless. He loved the spontaneity of his lover, the very reason they landed here at the barn tonight.

  He was thrilled that Lexi seemed pleased to play along.

  Travis sidled by them and grabbed the ladder, climbing it with ease and agility. Lexi tipped her head and looked up toward the rafters.

  “This is like a mansion for horses,” she murmur
ed.

  “Only the best for his stock.” Brent lowered her feet to the first rung. She swayed, falling back into him before grabbing hold of the sides. “Go ’head, doll. I’m right behind you.”

  She cast a sultry look over her shoulder, the cape of thick black waves hiding a portion of her face. He grinned, turning to see the round globes of her toned ass slip by his face. The delicious aroma of her arousal seeped into his nostrils, squeezing a groan from his chest.

  On instinct, he smacked that delectable rear, earning a squeal. Lexi scampered up two rungs, linked an arm around the rung above her head, and turned to him. Her eyes glowed. Her chest rose and fell on quickened breaths. She pressed the ball of her foot to his shoulder, intending to hold him back but spreading her thighs enough for him to see the wet triangle of fabric standing between his mouth and her pussy.

  Brent clamped his hand against her inner thigh and pushed her leg out, opening her up to him completely.

  He lifted his gaze. Her lips fell apart, her expression smoldering in a sexual fire. “I was gonna wait until we were on the platform.” He hooked his arm around the side of the ladder. “Sit that pretty ass of yours on the rung. Don’t want ya fallin’.”

  “You’re planning on having me here?” Lexi rested her rear on the rung, adjusting her hold on the ladder, her arms stretched above her head. The sight of her offering herself to him left him hurting in his jeans.

  “Just a drink.”

  He wove one leg over a rung and secured himself before caressing the wet panties in front of him. Her eyelids fluttered, a soft moan unfurling from her lips.

  “Trav didn’t finish you off, did he?” He tilted his head up and saw Travis crouched down on the edge of the loft, hands crossed between his legs.

  “Thought a bit of playin’ around might be in order first, making sure she’s certain I’ve had a woman before,” Travis said lightly. “But I see you’ve found a very intriguing place to have a taste of pussy.”

  Lexi tilted her head back and looked straight up at him. Brent slipped his finger around the soaked fabric and pulled it aside. His jaw tightened at the sight of her pink flesh glistening with moisture. Her clit swelled beneath its protective hood. The very opening to her body creamed.

  Brent’s mouth watered as he drew a finger through her slit. Her flesh was hot and wet and silky. Her legs tensed.

  “Oh my,” Lexi breathed.

  Brent licked his suddenly dry lips. He traced through her pussy lips, spreading her labia and exposing the slick pathway from clit to vagina. A tremor racked along the edges of her body, a subtle wave he felt against his palm.

  “Don’t be shy, sweetheart. You gotta tell me what you’re achin’ for,” Brent said. His voice was as thick with arousal as his throbbing cock. He ran his finger back and forth, listening to the meek whimpers that escaped her mouth.

  “Make me come already,” she gasped.

  “How?” He stroked her clit with the pad of his thumb and watched her arch into him.

  “Like that. Yes, like that.”

  “Touchin’?” He strummed her again. Her forehead creased. Her teeth clenched. Her breasts rose and fell, another tempting treat, but one he’d savor once above. “What about my mouth? You want me to suck that little nubbin? Or lick you from the inside out?”

  “Both. All!”

  “Brent, why don’t you undo her shirt and push it up?” Travis suggested. Even his lover’s voice had grown thick with lust. Precariously balanced with his legs linked around the rungs, he untied the knotted flannel and shoved her shirt and tank top over her breasts. He made quick work of the bra, tucking it under her tank top, leaving her fleshly mounds exposed. Her rosy nipples were hard, pert, and begging for a suck. “Pinch that pretty lil’ bud. Let’s see how she reacts.”

  Brent rolled her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, enjoying the way it felt against his callused pads. After years of hard muscle and flat planes, he could hardly remember what a woman’s downy flesh felt like or how a woman smelled.

  Lexi brought the memories back in a rush, and with it, a fierce hunger.

  Her back bowed further, pressing her breast into his hand. He lowered himself to her thighs.

  “Doll, you like that? You are so incredibly wet,” he murmured, losing his grasp on the reins of his own arousal. His cock bit deep into the zipper of his jeans, so much so that he worked the button and zipper open to give himself an ounce of relief. He tugged his dick out and earned a low whistle from Travis.

  “Your touch is amazing, Brent.” Lexi’s head fell forward, her heavily hooded eyelids drawing back enough to focus on him. “But I want your mouth on me.”

  He did not hesitate a moment to lean between her thighs and take his first taste of pussy in years.

  The intoxicating musk left him reeling, his mind clouding with delight. He held her hips on the rung as she bucked, her muffled cry filling his ears. He licked her pussy, reveling in her unique juice, a flavor of sin and heaven and everything between.

  “Oh, hell yeah, Brent,” Travis grunted. Brent lifted his eyes past Lexi and caught Travis palming his cock through his jeans. “Go ’head, baby. Fuck her with your tongue. I wanna see this filly come in your mouth.”

  Brent swirled his tongue around her clit then lashed across the nubbin.

  “Brent, ohhhh, keep doing that. Please,” she said on short breaths. Her hips undulated against his hold. Those pretty round breasts bobbed with her unabashed desire and greed. He ran his tongue back and forth over her clit until every muscle around him squeezed. “Yes. Yes.”

  He released his hold on one hip and pressed two fingers deep inside her cunt. She took him with ease, her silken sheath so fucking hot and slick he found himself rocking his cock in midair. He wanted to drive inside her, feel her tight muscles clenched down and ripple along his cock like they did on his fingers. Her clit pulsed against his tongue with each wave of her climax. Her restrained cries echoed throughout the barn, stirring the horses.

  “What a show,” Travis said. Brent gave her clit one last lick before lifting his head away from the temptation of giving her another orgasm. He slid his fingers from her sheath and helped her trembling body up to the loft.

  Travis worked her free of the tangled shirts, tugged her against him, and grabbed Brent’s hand. He sucked his dew-covered fingers into his mouth while burning his hungry gaze into Brent. Lexi watched the seductive motion, each swirl of Travis’s tongue around his fingers, licking her essence clean from his skin.

  When her gaze dropped to Brent’s jutting cock, a flash of greed sparked through her expression. She reached out but caught herself an inch from his shaft.

  “Doll, go ahead. Stroke my cock,” he said. The tips of Lexi’s fingers brushed against his tenuously stressed penis. He tried to swallow a sudden lump in his throat, but couldn’t. She became more confident on her next stroke, guiding her fingers from his crown to his hilt. “Your hands are delicate.”

  “Too delicate for you?” Lexi asked.

  “Baby, Brent likes a little frisk. He’s the one who’ll come up behind you, shove you against a wall, and have his way with you. He’ll break your world over and over, the pleasure a goddamn sin.”

  Lexi snickered. She curled her fingers around his cock and squeezed him gently, riding his length to the hilt. Brent fisted his hands at his side, the lightning burn streaking madly around his lower belly.

  “You seem to be the dominant one here,” she said to Travis. Brent exchanged a dark look with his lover.

  “Aw, sweetheart,” Travis cooed. “We take turns, and right now, he’s given me the reins to this party.”

  * * * *

  Lexi couldn’t gather a reasonable thought to her head. The heady scent of musk and arousal left her careening through a new facet of her being. This vixen Lexi stretched out along her conscience, leading her easily to respond and react to these cowboys.

  Two cowboy lovers who plan to love her.

  Her stomach fluttered, her gr
ip on Brent’s cock tightening. His lips pulled back in a pleasurable sneer, his hips thrust forward into her fist. The mild barn air kissed her sopping pussy and teased her nipples into hard peaks.

  Travis tugged her panties off, leaving her naked in the presence of her two dressed cowboys.

  She would rectify this situation real fast.

  Dropping her hand from Brent’s cock, she led Travis in front of her. “I want to see you remove everything from him.”

  “I thought that was going to be your job, hm?” Travis said. She caught the hot glance he snuck to Brent. Fire licked at her skin.

  “I want you to tell me what you intend to do to me while you’re stripping him,” she clarified.

  Travis’s playfulness waned a notch. He looked at her, the worrisome tug at his lips catching her heart. “Baby, if you’re uncomfortable, all you need to do is say it and this will go no further.”

  “I’m not uncomfortable. The two of you have turned me way on. I’m wondering how you plan to include me in your roll in the hay.”

  “It’s real simple, Lexi,” Brent said. “We want a woman to be part of us.”

  Lexi nodded. “What made you think I might have been a good candidate?”

  “Just a feelin’, Alexis.” Travis lifted Brent’s T-shirt over his head. “Something about you, and the reaction I had to you. When you didn’t run screaming from the office after watching Brent and I, we hoped you would be willing to give us a shot.”

  Lexi hugged her bare breasts and watched Travis make easy work of Brent’s boots and socks then tug his jeans off. He stepped back and looked at her. Carnal desire flashed in his eyes, mimicking that in Brent’s. Her gaze rolled over the deep-cut muscles that formed the breathtaking sculpture of Brent’s abs and chest. Seeing his body so close and swearing she could feel the heat from his skin, she realized that what she saw yesterday did not compare to this god standing in front of her.

  His cock twitched, the wide head glistening with moisture. She had the urge to drop to her knees and suckle that salty goodness.