The Buckle Bunnies Series Boxed Set (Volume 1)

by Tyler, Paige

  She blushed. These two were good for her ego.

  “Beautiful, huh?” She gave them a naughty smile. “Wonder what you'll have to say when these panties come off.”

  Beau eyed her wolfishly. “Only one way to know for sure.”

  Daisy hooked her thumbs in the waistband of her panties and slowly pushed them down, letting them flutter to the floor. There was something so powerful about being completely naked in front of two awe-struck studs, especially when they were still half dressed.

  Their eyes slid up and down her body so hungrily she had to laugh. “Whoa boys, you just ate like fifteen minutes ago.”

  “Suddenly I'm hungry again,” Sawyer growled.

  His blue eyes locked on the tiny triangle of downy hair at the juncture of her thighs, and Daisy couldn't help but remember his description of the pussy licking he had in store for her. The thought of his tongue on her clit made a fresh burst of moisture surge to the surface. She had no doubt that if she slid her hand between her legs, her fingers’d come away covered in goo.

  Both men came toward her, but Daisy held up her hand.

  “Do I need to remind you about the basic rule?” she asked, throwing Beau’s earlier words back at them. “You show me yours if I show you mine.”

  Sawyer’s mouth twitched. “Fair's fair.”

  “And go slow, fellas.” She gave them a sultry look as they reached for their huge belt buckles. “I like a man who takes his time.”

  Daisy licked her lips in anticipation as both men slowly unbuckled their belts, then unbuttoned their jeans. As she’d thought, both were going commando and their erections immediately began to fight for freedom. They weren't nearly as graceful about dropping their jeans as she’d been, instead shoving them down their well-muscled legs in one hurried motion. Still, there was something to be said for seeing those nice size cocks spring out all hard and ready for her.

  Closing the distance between her and the men, she wrapped a hand around each of their rock-hard shafts. They were throbbing and more than a little sticky from the hour-long foot job she'd given them downstairs. She knew exactly how to take care of that. But for the moment, she was content to give them a nice, sexy hand massage.

  Despite their similar body types, their cocks were surprisingly different. They were both long, but Sawyer's was a tad thinner and had a slight upward curve to it. She couldn't wait to feel that in her pussy. It’d hit her G-spot just right. Beau's penis, on the other hand, was a lot thicker. If he thought that thing was going in her ass at any point tonight, he’d better have a few drinks ready to relax her some more.

  She’d worry about the logistics later, though. Right now, she had two hand jobs to give. Tightening her grip a little, she moved her hands up and down their shafts, making sure she didn't pay too much attention to the sensitive heads. She didn't think it would be a problem with these two, but she'd had her fair share of guys who’d popped their corks before she was ready.

  As she jerked them, she kissed first one on the mouth, then the other, slowly and sensually. Sawyer and Beau kissed her back with the same passion. Since they’d entered the room, there’d been a light, bantering undertone to the sexual tension. But sometime between now and then, that had changed. These cowboys were ready to fuck her senseless.

  She rubbed her thumbs over their sticky cockheads. This was going to be one messy night, she had no doubt.

  Sawyer leaned in to lay claim to her mouth when she pulled away from Beau, but Daisy released their cocks and stepped back to look at both of them. Their shafts seemed to bob gently in time with their heartbeats.

  “You know what I want to do now?” she asked.

  Sawyer grinned. “What's that?”

  He couldn’t seem to decide where to fix his eyes—her legs, the hot pussy between them, or her heaving breasts.

  “I want to take a bath in that Jacuzzi of yours.”

  Daisy tried, but couldn’t quite stifle the giggle that escaped as she skipped into the big bathroom. She had the stopper down, hotel-provided bubble bath poured and was adjusting the water temperature before the two cowboys finally followed her in, their two extremely hard cocks leading the way.

  She turned and gave them a big, innocent smile. “They have champagne-scented bubble bath. Is that cool or what?”

  Without waiting for an answer, she leaned over to test the water filling the heart-shaped tub. Yeah, she was giving them one hell of a view of her behind, but they needed the enticement. Men in general—most especially cowboys—weren’t known for their love of bathtubs. At least not the guys she’d been with. They were usually in and out of the shower before the water even had a chance to get warm.

  “You’re not seriously going to take a bath, are you?” Sawyer asked.

  “Yeah,” Beau added. “We sort of had a slightly different plan for what we'd do next.”

  Daisy turned and rubbed some of the water on her legs, as if testing the temperature. Sawyer's eyes followed her hand like a hawk.

  “I know,” she said softly. “But do you two know the last time I got a chance to take a bubble bath? It's been a really long time.”

  Once again, she didn’t wait for an answer, but simply stepped in the tub, bent over and filled her hands full of water and bubbles, then dumped the combination over her breasts. The men’s eyes feasted on her foam-covered nipples.

  She gave them her best sultry look. “I promise I'll be very grateful for it.”

  She eased down in the tub, groaning as the warm, sudsy water covered her body. Dang, that felt good. She hadn't been kidding—she hadn't had a bubble bath in years.

  Once she was settled, she crooked a finger at them and motioned to the two curved sections at the top of the heart-shaped tub. “Care to join me?”

  Sawyer and Beau looked at each other for maybe half a second before both men raced to be the first one in. Water sloshed everywhere.

  “Careful,” she laughed as they sat down across from her.

  Daisy stretched out her legs and ran a foot up the inside of each man's thigh. Her toes found a nice, comfortable resting place atop each of their cocks and wiggled. She leaned back, making sure her nipples poked out of the bubbles.

  “Baths can be nice, huh?” she said.

  They both groaned in answer. Of course, that probably had something to do with the fact that she was massaging their cocks with her tootsies.

  “I'll take that as a yes.”

  “You have really good feet for a cowgirl,” Sawyer eyed her from the other side of the tub. “Any chance you were a ballerina before you started barrel riding?”

  She twirled her big toes over the head of their cocks. They each sucked in a breath.

  “Nope, I've just always had clever toes.”

  “That's for damn sure.” Beau rasped.

  Under the water, she trailed her feet all the way down to the base of their shafts. Then she carefully tucked her toes under their balls and gently juggled those big babies up and down. Beau and Sawyer responded completely differently to the playful touch. Beau dropped his head back and let out another groan. Sawyer locked eyes with her and stared.

  She switched back and forth between their balls and the head of their cocks, making their entire bodies jerk out of the water each time she did. More water sloshed onto the bathroom floor. She had no intention of making them come yet. Still, it might be interesting to try.

  They took the decision away from her by reaching down and grabbing her feet at the same time.

  “Okay. Enough of that.” Sawyer’s voice was hoarse.

  “What's wrong?” she asked innocently.

  They didn't answer. Instead, Beau stood up and motioned her forward. His tanned skin glistened with water, making him look like some sun-bronzed god.

  “Slide forward, so I can sit behind you,” he instructed her.

  Daisy obeyed, wondering what he was up to. She found out a moment later when Beau sat down with his muscular legs positioned to either side of her.

 
On the far side of the tub, Sawyer dug the pads of both thumbs into the arch of her foot he was holding and started massaging. She didn't even have a chance to moan before Beau reached around to cup a breast in each hand, giving her a completely different kind of massage.

  “I think you've teased us enough,” he breathed in her ear. “It's our turn.”

  As if to emphasize his words, Beau tweaked both nipples. His touch sent electric shocks through her body, and she moaned as much from that as the foot massage Sawyer was giving her. The man definitely knew how to give a foot massage. No timid poking and tickling for him. He knew just the right amount of pressure to apply and where to apply it.

  She let her head fall back against Beau's chest and gave into the sensations of having two men touch her. She thought she’d just about dissolve into the warm water when Beau nudged her head to the side so he could nuzzle her neck. Mmm, that was nice. Had to admit his hard cock felt mighty fine pressed against her ass, too.

  “This feels so good,” she moaned. “Where the hell have you two been all season? I could have used a little TLC like this after every rodeo.”

  Beau laughed softly in her ear. “If you decide you like how the rest of the evening goes, maybe that's something we can arrange. We can be your very own personal cowboy massage team. You okay with that, Sawyer?”

  Sawyer grinned, his fingers traveling over her right heel and up her calf. “I think that's something I could look forward to.”

  Daisy was already mentally penciling it in on her calendar when Sawyer spread her legs wide and draped them over the edge of the tub. Then he scooted between her legs and moved those exquisite hands of his up the inside of her thighs. Oh God, she knew where he was heading.

  Behind her, Beau released one of her well-handled breasts and slipped his hand slowly down her quivering stomach. Apparently, Beau was heading there, too.

  Question was, who’d get there first?

  But it turned out her cowboy lovers weren't done tormenting her quite yet. Sawyer's hands stopped just short of her pussy to gently caress the insides of her thighs, while Beau's searching fingers stopped their southern travel as soon as they reached her belly button.

  “Ah guys, you're killing me here.” She sat up in the tub. “Stop all the teasing and get down to it.”

  “I'm not teasing.” Beau gently but firmly pulled her back down. “I'm simply playing with your very sexy belly button. You can't really blame me—it's the sexiest one I've ever seen.”

  Daisy had no idea what made her belly button any sexier than the next woman's, but she supposed she had no choice but to sit back and make the most of it. Not every day a cowgirl got her belly button toyed with. Who knew? It might just lead to a whole new love affair with that part of her anatomy.

  She closed her eyes, resting her head back on Beau’s chest again and focused on what he and Sawyer were doing. She had the sneaking suspicion the men had played this game before—they were too good at it not to. She pushed down her naturally competitive jealousy and decided she didn't care. They'd learned to play well together from somebody, and she was dang grateful.

  Sawyer worked her inner thighs with the same prefect touch he'd used earlier on her feet, never too much pressure, but never too light and wimpy either. Every few moments, one or both hands would slip under her legs all the way down to the cheeks of her ass and give them a firm squeeze.

  She mentally begged him to move that last inch or so to her pussy, but he wouldn't give in. As if that wasn't enough torture, he raised the bar when he leaned forward and pressed his lips to the sensitive skin just above her knee. He moved down her inner thigh, nibbling and tonguing every inch of bare flesh.

  He probably would have gone farther, but since he wasn't wearing a snorkel, she supposed that was out of the question. Dang.

  While Sawyer was busy below the beltline, Beau was having a fine time exploring every inch of her stomach and torso. He always kept at least one hand on her breast, but he let the other roam free, stroking her abs, her belly button, the sides of her ass, and every once in a while, he’d venture down to the curly hair between her legs. Those naughty sojourns made her gasp every time he did it, which he seemed to find quite amusing.

  Her belly button was a heck of a lot more sensitive than she'd realized, too. Beau would slide down under the water, twirl a single finger lightly around the outside of her navel, then dart off before she could really get a groove going, but the fleeting touches made the skin of her belly tingle. She suddenly wished they were out of the tub and in bed—she wanted to know what his touch felt like on dry skin.

  As he dipped his hand into the water to tease her belly button again, she closed her eyes and slowly rocked her hips like she was getting fucked. She didn’t realize how wildly she was moving until a wave of water splashed up and doused her face. She sputtered as champagne-scented foam went up her nose.

  Beau chuckled. “Thought you were about to rock yourself to sleep on us there.”

  She wiped the soap bubbles from her face with an embarrassed laugh. “I can’t help it. You guys are relaxing me so much I'm turning into a limp noodle in here.”

  “Then maybe it's time we move on to the next event in our little rodeo,” Sawyer said from between her legs. His breath tickled her inner thighs, making her shiver. “If you've had enough bath time, that is?”

  She sat up quickly, every nerve ending in her body quivering with anticipation. “What event is next on the schedule?”

  Beau’s chuckle was soft and sinfully delicious in her ear. “You let us worry about that.”

  Chapter Five

  Beau pressed a hot kiss to the curve of her shoulder, then helped her out of the tub. Both men's cocks were just as hard and throbbing as they'd been before the bubble bath.

  Daisy automatically reached for one of the big, fluffy towels draped over the rack, but he and Sawyer beat her to it. It took quite a while to get all the wet skin dried off. She wanted to point out that while her pussy was obviously very wet, rubbing it lovingly with the towels wasn't necessary, but she liked what they were doing way too much for that.

  Taking her hand, Sawyer led her into the bedroom. Beau was right on her tail. Of course, he'd be behind her—he was obsessed with her ass. Not that she was complaining.

  When they got to the bed, Sawyer turned to face her. Daisy thought he was going to pull her into his arms for some more of those delectable kisses of his, but he nudged her backward until her knees hit the edge of the bed. Then he gave her a little push. She got the idea, and quickly scooted back so that she was lying right in the center of the big, comfy bed. Giving him a smile, she spread her legs wide for him. She hadn't forgotten what he’d promised to do to her.

  Thankfully, he hadn't, either. He grabbed her legs, pulled them wide and kissed his way up from her ankle.

  “Are you going to lick my pussy now, Sawyer?” she asked breathlessly.

  He paused long enough to climb on the bed with her. Then he smiled as he trailed his tongue past her knee and toward her inner thigh.

  “Yes, Daisy. I'm going to lick your pussy until you come all over my face.”

  She was still a little damp from the bath, but that was nothing compared to how wet her pussy got after hearing those words.

  Beau came around the bed and clambered up beside her just as Sawyer reached her pussy. He reclined beside her, his head propped on his hand and a smile on his face.

  “You don't mind if I watch, do you, Daisy?”

  She opened her mouth to tell Beau she didn’t, but Sawyer chose that moment to swipe his tongue all the way from the bottom of her pussy to the very top of her clit, in one, long, tummy-twisting lick. All that came out was a moan as she arched off the bed.

  “Oh, fuck me!”

  “Not yet,” Sawyer chuckled. “But we will.”

  Giving her a wink, he went back to licking, moving the tip of his tongue up one side, then down the other. Every few rotations, he would dip his tongue in her pussy, or swipe i
t across her clit. It was never enough to make her explode immediately, but it was definitely enough to make her jerk and spasm like she was holding onto a live electrical wire.

  It was official. Sawyer had a tongue worthy of a championship buckle. He knew exactly how to lick a woman's pussy, and wasn't shy about letting her know it.

  Just when she was sure it couldn't possibly get any better, Beau leaned over and traced his tongue around her belly button. She'd thought his finger had felt good earlier, but his tongue was even better.

  “Oh God, that’s good,” she breathed. “Right there.”

  The most amazing thing about what Beau was doing to her stomach was that it didn't distract her from what was happening between her legs. She felt every lick, touch and nibble of Sawyer's mouth on her pussy. Beau's teasing only served to heighten her pleasure, not overwhelm her.

  Sawyer was careful not to focus too much on her clit. If he had, she would have gone off like a bottle rocket in just a few minutes. Instead, he spent just as much time tracing his nimble tongue up and down her folds as tempting the tender, sweet pea at the top of her pussy. Even that leisurely pace had her whole body tingling. Dang, this was going to be a big one.

  For the first time in her life, Daisy actually fought to hold back her orgasm. She didn't want this sweet pleasure to end one second before it had to. It felt too good.

  Beside her, Beau slowly made his way up from her belly button to fasten his hungry mouth onto her left nipple. She inhaled sharply.

  “Oh, God!”

  Beau popped her nipple out long enough to give a deep chuckle. Then he latched onto her pulsing nipple again as if he was starving for it. Apparently not wanting to leave her other breast and nipple unattended, he brought a hand up and firmly massaged that one just as he had earlier in the bathtub.

  Daisy reached a hand down and weaved her fingers into Beau's thick hair. She simply intended to make sure he didn't go anywhere, but he must not have wanted her so actively involved because he grabbed her wrist with his free hand and pinned it down to the bed over her head.