Brianna's Sinful Cowboys [Casanova Cowboys 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Rhea Regale

  A rush of air left her lungs. She jammed her heels into the edge of the bed and pushed back, away from the torture of his touch, the smirk on his mouth.

  Straightening up on her knees, she reached back and unfastened her bra. “How bad are you hurtin’, Rylan?”

  “You have no idea.”

  Rylan knelt on the bed and yanked her against him, devouring her in a kiss that fractured her mind. She lost control, lost the desire to enjoy. All she knew was the deep-set explosion of want. Need. Now.

  Rylan fought the clasps on her garter belt with a carelessness he did not possess moments ago. Brianna grabbed the waistband of his pants and shoved them down his hard ass and thighs, breaking free of his kiss. She inhaled the musky scent of his arousal, lowering herself to his cock. His wide crown glistened, cream beading at the slit.

  She flicked out her tongue and licked the salty-sweet deliciousness from the tip of his cock and received a thrust of his hips in response.

  “Brianna,” he groaned, finally releasing the garter belt from her waist.

  “Play with me, baby, and I’ll play with you,” Brianna said then took him into her mouth to the back of her throat. She fisted the base of his cock, sucking his feverish and swollen erection with the desperation of a wanton, and she didn’t give a damn. Swirling her tongue, learning the geography of this beautiful piece of Rylan, she indulged without guilt, moaning along his length, pumping what she couldn’t swallow down.

  His hand fisted in her hair and tried to pull her off. “Sweet fuckin’ hell, doll. I won’t last if you keep that up.”

  Good, ’cause I ain’t lastin’ either.

  Brianna released his cock with a soft, moist pop. “Pants off, Rylan.”

  He obeyed. The way he looked at her, that predatory beast pacing along the surface of his being, thrilled her.

  “Your turn.” Rylan flipped her onto her back and climbed beside her legs. The last piece of fabric standing between them was ripped from her legs with no regard to whether they survived in one piece. He spread her legs wide and lowered his head to her pussy.

  There was no prelude, no tender approach. Rylan licked her once, twice, and then plunged that mind-shattering tongue into her pussy with strong probes.

  “Ry! Ohhh, Rylan!”

  Brianna cried out, her back coming off the mattress. She tried to scoot away from the overwhelming stimulation. Every single reinforcement containing her orgasm cracked and crumbled. The swelling pleasure was fierce and consuming, coming up out of nowhere and curling overhead.

  The pleasure of his tongue ceased, but the tremors that skated down her belly and legs remained.

  She lifted her head as he came over her. “Don’t stop.”

  “I’m not stoppin’, Brianna. I’m takin’ you as mine.”

  The thick head of his cock pressed into her body, stretching her muscles. Inch by inch, he filled her, sitting himself deep.

  “So nice,” she moaned. Rylan’s mouth came down around her nipple and teased her puckered bud as her body adjusted to his cock. Her entire pussy throbbed around his width, waiting, waiting for that extra bit of motion. “I want more.”

  “Wicked wild woman.” He let her nipple pop from his lips and teased the other with the same rough lashes of his tongue. When he released her bud, he pressed up on his arms and looked down at her. “What do you want me to do?”

  Brianna reached up and cupped the side of his face. “I have you inside me, Rylan. Don’t hold anythin’ back. I want to feel all that passion I keep seein’ in your eyes when you look at me.”

  Rylan pulled out to the head of his cock and gave one solid thrust. Brianna clenched down on his cock, that vicious storm he brewed with his mouth spearing up from its momentary calm.

  “If you can’t handle it, you’d better tell me.”

  Each thrust became more powerful, more demanding, ripping through her. Untamed waves of intense and absolute pleasure crashed down. Molten heat poured throughout her body. She drowned in delight, taking each possessive fuck from Rylan to drive that bliss higher and higher.

  “That’s it, doll. Come all around me. Come hard.” His gravelly guidance filtered through the fierce rush of blood against her ears and the ecstasy that saturated every nerve, every cell, every molecule that created her. “Fuck, Brianna.”

  Rylan scooped her off the bed and rolled over, sitting her on top. He held her hips and helped set her in motion as her body began to fall from the arms of orgasm. Every muscle trembled with weakness.

  He sat up, his hand cupping the back of her neck. “I want you so bad, Brianna, in so many ways.”

  “Take.” Brianna leaned back against his bent knees and looked down. The sight of his cock slick with her juice, plunging in and out of her pussy was utterly erotic. She reached behind her and stroked his sac. “I am.”

  Rolling his balls gently, watching his reaction in the quickened pace of his fucks, brought a dark smile to her mouth.

  “Enough.” Rylan slid his arms under her legs and ass and lifted her off his cock. He shifted, his muscles bulging as he held her weight and came to his knees. “I want you to unravel, doll. I want that pussy clenching my cock.”

  Brianna had no clue how he held her and moved, but when he pinned her to his headboard, her legs hooked over his arms, and he took her like a man led by raw lust, she didn’t care. Each plunge strummed directly over her clit and against her G-spot, peeling away the euphoria until she was dangling over the peak of hot, unyielding pleasure.

  She cried out, the contractions and tremors so damn intense she clung to Rylan for support. He rode her through each wave of climax, never slowing his pace, never ending the direct friction over her seething clit. She throbbed, she pulsed, and she shattered into a million pieces of crystalline white.

  “Tight, doll. So fuckin’ tight.” He growled against her ear, nibbling her lobe. “Sweet heaven, Brianna.”

  She sank away from the headboard, weak and trembling. Rylan lifted her chin and kissed her, his unleashed hunger and passion she so badly craved surging with each sweep of his tongue. He laid her back, coming over her, his dick still lodged deep inside her body. His palms slid along her arms until they laid flat to hers and his fingers folded between her own.

  Brianna followed Rylan as he leaned away. He suckled her bottom lip, giving her a playful nip before he pressed up and gazed down at her.

  “Can you turn over for me?” he asked, his voice warm and rich, swaddling her in the enticing sensual blanket only he could provide.

  Brianna managed a shaky grin. “I can do anythin’ for you.”

  Rylan withdrew from her tender pussy. “Hands and knees, sweetheart. I’m gonna go easy on you for a few.”

  “I don’t want easy,” she said, rolling over. Somehow, she got to her hands and knees without collapsing.

  “You need a moment to recover.” He sank himself within her sheath from behind and leaned over her back. His lips brushed along her spine, kissing each vertebra from between her shoulder blades to her nape. Pleasure chills spread over her arms and she cooed with delight as he claimed her at a controlled pace. The feel of his moist body covering hers, radiating heat like the summer sun, soothed her muscles and filled her chest with emotions far beyond simple attraction.

  His hand cupped her chin, lifting her head from between her arms. She blinked against the rapturous haze, his cock sitting so deep inside her pussy, filling every inch of her with hot pressure.

  “Look who’s here, sweetheart,” Rylan whispered against her ear before taking her lobe between his teeth. She moaned, a subtle shiver coasting down to her fingers. He wrapped his arms around her waist and her shoulders, pulling her back flush to his front and bringing her to her knees.

  Brianna spotted Jackson reclined in the chair in the corner of the room. At first, the sight of him watching her melt in Rylan’s arms left her thoughtless. He lounged back in the chair, pumping his exposed cock in a leisurely rhythm that matched each of Rylan’s strokes. She lick
ed her lips, fascinated by the evidence of his enjoyment while watching Rylan take her. His wicked smile grew when Rylan’s fingers spread her labia and circled her clit. The very notion that both of these men were going to claim possession of her simultaneously struck away any lingering doubts about her heady desires.

  “Show him what I’ve been doin’ to you, doll.” Rylan kissed her neck and she sank down on his cock, his fingers, breaking through the residual haze of post orgasm into a new mountain of bliss. “Let him see how I make you feel.”

  Chapter Twenty

  Jackson snuck into the bedroom to behold one of the most erotic sights ever, Rylan claiming Brianna with every ounce of Casanova he knew the man to possess. He couldn’t take his eyes off how wicked and arousing those two looked together. He managed to slip over to the empty chair in the corner of the room, his cock a fierce, hard mess, and settle in for the show.

  He loved watching Brianna break apart, giving into her basic carnal desires. He unfastened the button and zipper on his jeans and grabbed his cock, planning to move along with the couple fucking like unleashed sex gods in the center of the mussed-up bed. The potent, delicious scent of raw sex filled the room, pulling him into the sea of exquisite pleasure.

  Jackson folded one arm behind his head, slid down in the seat to get comfortable, and stroked his dick. Up and down, following the rhythm of Rylan’s thrusts, knowing just how tight and wet Brianna must be. His sweet Bree’s breasts swayed against her fallen hair from her bowed head. Her shameless cries of delight lent a sultry song to the room.

  His cock jerked, pre-cum seeping from his tip, and not stopping. He lifted his attention to his friend and caught the man’s stormy eyes. Jackson’s breath ceased. Rylan radiated intensity in a powerful surge of possession and passion.

  Rylan leaned over Brianna’s back, folding one hand over hers and gently lifting her chin with the other, never once taking his dark, carnal stare from Jackson. He whispered against her ear then lowered his mouth to her neck.

  Brianna’s sex-coated expression froze for the shortest moment when she spotted him.

  Whether she was shocked or uncertain, he couldn’t tell before the vixen in her resumed her role with each thrust of Rylan’s cock.

  And his friend…My god…Rylan was teasing him with each nip at Brianna’s throat, burning his challenging gaze straight through Jackson. The man kneaded one breast, flicking her pink nipple with his thumb. He spread the wet folds of her pussy with two fingers and teased her clit. He drove his point home, displaying Jackson’s woman for his hungry eyes while he enjoyed her soft skin, her sopping cunt, and her full breasts.

  Brianna dropped her head back against Rylan’s shoulder, arching into his palms.

  Jackson cracked. He wanted to be part of that. His fingers ached to spread over her skin, slick with sweat. He wanted to be the one spreading those swollen pink pussy lips and teasing her clit.

  Rylan whispered something to Brianna. Jackson watched the woman fall into the throes of climax, her beautiful face strained, her lips parted as low cries spilled over her tongue.

  “That’s enough,” he muttered, shoving himself to his feet. He tore off his shirt, kicked off his sneakers, dug out the single tube of lubricant and condom from his pocket, and peeled off his pants. Oh, he caught that wicked smirk Rylan tried to hide against her neck. Challenge. His friend was all about challenge and obtaining sweet victory.

  Brianna gasped each breath, hooking one arm around Rylan’s neck, her other hand sliding down the cut muscles along his forearm. Jackson climbed onto the bed, dipped his head, and captured her neglected nipple between his teeth.

  “Jackson,” she moaned.

  “Yes, baby?” Jackson asked, taking slow, taunting licks at her nipple. He kissed a path upward, laying claim to her neck opposite of Rylan. He growled into her flesh when her fingers combed up into his hair, her short nails scratching his scalp. Sparks spread over him, playing each and every overloaded nerve. He rubbed his cock along her belly, each glide against her hot skin making him shiver. “You ready for me?”

  “Yes,” she hissed.

  Jackson stepped back and caught Rylan’s gaze. “Turn her around and lie back with her.”

  Rylan pulled his cock from Brianna’s wet cunt and guided her around to straddle his lap. He grabbed her ass and squeezed the plump globes, spreading her cheeks and giving Jackson a perfect view of her puckered rosette while the tip of his cock lodged into her cunt.

  Jackson tore open the condom package and rolled the tight sheath over his cock. After lubing up, he knelt onto the bed and grabbed her hips. Her crack glistened with pussy juice, slick and ready to take him. He fit the head of his cock against her tight opening and gently pressed into her anus, giving her body the time it needed to adjust. She sat back into him, taking him faster than he intended. His woman’s urgency set him on fire, and he granted her silent wish to have all of him.

  “Ah, baby. Tight little asshole.” Jackson eased out and pushed back in to the hilt. Brianna gasped, glancing back at him. Sex dusted her entire expression like a wicked siren. “Rylan has those lovely lips of yours all swollen.”

  “He has a lot more than these lips swollen.” She turned back to Rylan, grabbing his cock and fitting him against her pussy. “I want you inside me, too.”

  Rylan caught her by the back of the head and pulled her down to him. “All yours, sweetheart.”

  Jackson watched the two indulge in a smoking hot kiss as he felt Rylan’s cock thrust inside her body. He wrapped an arm around her shoulders and pulled her away from Rylan to come flush against his chest. He led the pace of each stroke, each thrust Brianna received. Rylan pressed upright and kneaded her breasts before he took one into his mouth. Jackson curled her hair around his hand and tugged her head to the side.

  “How does that feel, baby?” He licked her from shoulder to ear. “Cock stuffed?”

  “No words.” She moaned. “I–I feel so much, so good.”

  “Oh, baby, so do I.”

  He detected the subtle ripples along his cock first. Brianna’s breath hitched and her body tensed. She whipped one arm around his neck, one around Rylan, her hips undulating as they delivered her into the thralls of bliss. Her restrained screams echoed in his ears, the forceful contractions wracking along his cock, stroking his nerves. He picked up his pace, fucking her through her orgasm, feeling his own impending bliss boiling up through his sac.

  Jackson dropped his head back. A long low groan left his lips. His sac drew up, and the rush of pleasure splintered him with each jet of cum that exploded from his slit. He held fast to Brianna’s waist, riding each contraction from her orgasm with his own.

  Rylan thrust once and through the thin membrane separating their cocks, Jackson experienced his friend’s powerful orgasm with the swelling of his dick followed by the hard pulses with each spurt of semen.

  Each breath came heavy and labored as the euphoric aftermath of orgasm settled down. Jackson pressed a kiss to Brianna’s shoulder and leaned back to take in the view. Ah yes, his darling woman folded down over Rylan, gasping and limp. Rylan looked up at him through barely opened eyes, the faintest hint of a grin on his lips.

  Jackson eased out of her ass and went into the bathroom to clean up. When he returned, Rylan had managed to move them to the head of the bed, a white sheet draped over them. Jackson slipped up behind Brianna, tipped her head back, and quenched his desire to kiss her swollen lips.

  “How are you feelin’?” he murmured.

  “Useless,” Brianna whispered, ending her kiss with him and turning to Rylan. Jackson lowered his mouth to her shoulder and feathered his lips over the slender curve to her arm. He watched Rylan kiss his woman with slow, gentle strokes that eased the tremors still running through her muscles.

  “You’ll be sore in the mornin’, honey.”

  Brianna tipped her face down, giving Rylan’s lower lip a playful tug with her teeth. “Sore, happy, and complete.” A breathy laugh escaped her lips. J
ackson smiled against her arm, folding his fingers between hers. “Completely useless.”

  “Rylan, did you behave yourself before I arrived?”

  “No,” both Rylan and Brianna answered in unison. A short chuckle and exhausted laugh followed. Jackson kissed his way back to her shoulder and combed her mussed hair back from her ear.

  “Good.”

  The low-resonance vibration cut through the sexually dense air. Rylan growled and rolled onto his back, grappled around the nightstand until he grabbed up his phone, and put it to his ear. “Yeah.”

  Brianna sank into Jackson’s arms, fitting her backside against his front. His fingers danced along her arm, a feathery caress up and down that drew goose bumps over her flesh.

  “Are you happy, sweetheart? Will this make you the happiest woman on earth?” Jackson whispered against her ear. He traced the shell with the tip of his nose. “Havin’ me and Rylan?”

  “I’ve been busy,” Rylan said to the caller, his frustration seeping out through each word. Jackson grinned, knowing damn well Ry would be busy for many hours to come.

  “Jax, I’m the luckiest woman in the universe to have a man as sweet, lovin’, and selfless as you”—she reached back and smoothed her palm against his cheek—“and I’d be beyond lucky to give a man as strong, genuine, and real as Rylan another chance at happiness.”

  “Wait, what?” Rylan asked.

  Moment shattered. Jackson propped himself on his elbow and reached over to grab Rylan’s arm as his friend shot upright.

  “You’re fuckin’ kiddin’. My god.”

  “Ry, what’s goin’ on?” Jackson demanded.

  Rylan snatched a remote off the nightstand and flicked on the television against the far wall. Jackson sat up, the sheet pooling across his lap. The screen lit up. The announcers’ voices were tangled in a rush of words, but the scene unfolding in a replay of the last bareback rider filled him with the same dread that came over Rylan’s face.