Forbidden Passions

by India Masters

  “Harder,” she begged, her voice strained. “Fuck me hard. I’m so close, so close.”

  “You want it hard? We’ll give you hard,” both men growled.

  Libby cried out as they picked up their pace, slamming into her, fucking her hard and fast, grinding, thrusting, both cocks filling her at once.

  “You let go, Libby,” Bodie growled. “Let go or I’ll paddle your ass red.”

  Her breath caught in her throat, and her pussy contracted.

  “You want your ass spanked,” Bodie rasped. “Then that’s what you’ll get.”

  His hand came down hard on her bottom, and a shudder racked her body.

  “Oh yeah, our baby likes having her bottom warmed.” He smacked her again. “Oh, baby, you are in so much trouble, because there’s nothing we like better than spanking an ass before we fuck it.”

  Libby cried out as a flurry of sharp cracks landed on her ass. “Oh. My. God!” Her entire body convulsed as Bodie rammed his cock deep in her ass, roaring his release. Ty fucked into her twice more, bucking beneath her as he came, slamming against her clit. She uttered a strangled howl as she came, her pussy and ass clamping and releasing, milking both cocks buried so deeply inside her.

  When the initial frenzy died down, Bodie eased out of her and lifted her off Ty. Despite the cool night air, they were drenched in sweat.

  “Holy shit,” Libby said, when she was finally able to breathe. Both men laughed, and she joined in. “That was the single most intense experience of my life.”

  The brothers rolled onto their sides and stroked her like a cat. “For us too,” Ty confirmed. He cupped a breast and rolled the still-distended nipple between his fingers.

  Bodie did the same with her other breast. “And who knew you would turn out to be such a kinky little thing? It’s very exciting that you liked being spanked. I love giving erotic spankings, honey. I could make you come just by spanking you. As you’ll soon find out.”

  Libby’s body flamed to life again, but she knew she was too tired and sore for anything more tonight. “Well, I’ll look forward to that,” she said, then yawned.

  “Let’s get some sleep,” Ty said, before kissing her forehead. “I believe we’ve worn our girl out.”

  “Braggart. Just you wait. I’ll make you eat your words yet.”

  Chapter Ten

  Libby woke to the heavenly scents of coffee and bacon. She sat up, groaning. Every muscle in her body ached from the workout the twins had given her last night. Oh God, how could she face them after what she’d done, what she’d allowed them to do to her?

  Thankfully, her bottom was not as tender as she’d expected it would be. Small favors. She reached for her clothes, fighting the arousal that spiked through her as she recalled how Ty had undressed her, the way his mouth had felt on her breasts, the way he’d devoured her cunt, sucking and licking as his fingers fucked into her. The way Bodie had stretched her ass in preparation for his cock.

  She hadn’t expected to like it, was shocked at her reaction when Bodie’s hand had warmed her backside as he’d shuttled in and out of her ass. It had been a darkly sensual experience, hotter, more carnal for the fact that what they’d been doing was considered taboo. What the hell did that say about her? She dressed hurriedly and stepped out into the cool mountain air.

  “Something smells good,” she said, walking to where Ty stood, flipping bacon.

  “Mornin’, sleepyhead,” he teased. “It’s a little later than we’d planned, but we figured you could use the rest.”

  Bodie sauntered up behind her and wrapped his arms around her and nuzzled her ear.

  “You okay? Not too sore to ride today?”

  Her cheeks heated, and she expected she was probably blushing to her roots.

  “I’m all right. A little tender, maybe, but nothing debilitating. Is that coffee ready yet?”

  Bodie let loose of her and went to pour her a cup. “Cream and sugar?”

  “Nah, black’s fine. Just so long as it’s strong enough to wake me up. I’m not known for having a good early-morning disposition.” She took the coffee and sipped the hot black brew. “So what’s the plan for today?”

  “Mountain Creek,” Ty reminded her, cracking eggs into the skillet. “Day hike up to Turret Mountain and on toward Eagle Peak. I thought maybe tomorrow we could camp on the Thorofare River. It’s really remote and wild. Maybe see some grizzlies. How do you like your eggs?”

  “Over medium. I’m going to go get my day pack ready.”

  By the time Libby finished packing her gear, which included cameras and filters along with a solar blanket and water washer, breakfast was ready to be served. They ate ravenously, carb loading for the day ahead of them. It had been a long time since Libby had done any substantial hiking, and she hoped she didn’t embarrass herself.

  * * *

  At the Mountain Creek stock camp, the guys finally gave in and let her help set up. Bodie put up a high line while she and Ty pitched the tent and set out the firebox. Every now and again, Ty would stop what he was doing and pull her close for a tender kiss, gazing into her eyes as though he wanted to tell her something but couldn’t find the words. She would place her hand on his cheek and smile, letting him know it was okay, whatever it was; she would listen when he was ready.

  When they’d finished setting up camp, the sun was finally beginning to warm the crisp air. Libby shrugged out of her heavy flannel shirt and tied it around her waist. She smiled at Bodie.

  “Stock all settled in?”

  “Yes, ma’am, though they seem a mite jumpy. I’m thinking maybe I’ll stay here, make sure they don’t strain the line.”

  She looked over at the stock, all of which seemed perfectly placid to her. Interesting. Maybe he was giving her and Ty some alone time.

  “Okay,” she said with a shrug. “You sure?”

  “Absolutely. I’ll have a good supper waiting for you when you get back.”

  She pretended not to notice the meaningful look that passed between him and Ty. She went to Bodie and gave him a long, lingering kiss, her heart thundering in her chest as she felt his cock lengthen against her belly.

  “Tonight,” she whispered.

  “Without a doubt,” he agreed, then turned her and gave her a gentle swat on the ass. “Now git before I take you inside and have my way with you.”

  She laughed and scurried away to where Ty stood waiting. He helped her into her pack and handed her a walking stick.

  Heading east along Mountain Creek, Libby stopped often to capture shots of the Trident Falls off to the south. Soon enough, they reached a three-mile stretch of burned forest, a result of the 1988 fires. As the trail headed ever upward, she changed lenses and got several good shots of Turret and Tabletop mountains. They forded several small creeks, and Libby was pleased with the performance of her waterproof hiking boots.

  As the trail descended to the meadows of Howell Creek, her camera was a constant whir in the background. Wildflowers abounded, carpeting the floor of the meadow in a riot of reds, oranges, yellows, whites, pinks, blues, and purples. In a word, it was breathtaking.

  Ty reached for her camera. “Go out there and sit down. I want a picture of you surrounded by wildflowers.”

  She protested, not wanting to disturb the meadow, but he looked so crestfallen that she carefully picked her way through the profusion of flowers and knelt in a grassy area where she would do the least amount of damage. He took several pictures, finally giving in to her protests that enough was enough.

  He took her hand and led her down the trail. “Come on, we’re close to the Howell Creek Patrol Cabin; we can stop there for some GORP and some water.”

  “Ah,” she said, her stomach grumbling. “Good old raisins and peanuts. You have to love whoever invented trail mix.”

  No one was at the cabin, but they stopped to rest. Libby changed lenses and put a new memory card in her camera, and they headed out through more burned forest. They climbed the remaining thousand feet to E
agle Pass, and Libby was struck dumb by the grandeur.

  “Oh,” she said softly. Tears welled in her eyes. “I do feel like I can see forever.” She took pictures from every angle possible, changing from zoom to a wide-angle lens, twisting herself into whatever position she deemed necessary to get just the right shot. Mountains, trees, distant bodies of water, nothing escaped her artist’s eye. “It’s like I imagined heaven would be—only wilder.”

  She turned to thank Ty for bringing her to this magical place and was stunned by the fierce need reflected in his gaze. Before she could even speak, he was on her, his tongue thrusting past her teeth in a wild, deep kiss, his hands gripping her ass to haul her tight against him.

  Her pussy was soaked. He meant to take her, here and now, in the midst of this consuming majesty. The wildness of it fired her blood, and she yanked at his shirt, pulling it out of the waistband of his jeans. Her hands skimmed his back, barely noticing the feel of the scar over his kidney.

  He broke the kiss. “I gotta have you, baby. I’m sorry. I can’t be gentle.”

  “Fuck gentle,” Libby heard herself say. She yanked at the button on his jeans and jerked the zipper down.

  He wrapped an arm around her waist and lifted her off her feet, then strode to a huge downed tree. Setting her away from him, he opened her shorts and pulled them down to her ankles. Her panties he simply tore from her body.

  He draped his shirt over the tree and sat her down facing him. “Spread your legs,” he barked. When she did, he leaned down and fastened his mouth to her pussy, bringing her to a hard, fast orgasm. Before she even had time to recover, he turned her and bent her over the huge tree trunk.

  “How do you want it?” he rasped, his hands gripping her hips.

  “Hard, Ty. Hard and fast.”

  “In your pussy or in your ass?”

  She shuddered as his harsh words played havoc with her. Her pussy clenched. “Both. I want both.”

  Ty uttered a strangled laugh, and she heard the sound of a condom foil ripping. He shoved her legs wider and rammed into her.

  “Ah God, baby. Your pussy’s so hot and tight. I’m gonna fuck you good, and then I’m gonna shove my cock up your ass and make you scream my name.”

  Over and over he drove into her, pounding her hard, slowing down to work her G-spot until she was sobbing, then fucking her hard again. So hard their bodies came together with force, like they were being applauded for their efforts. He had her so close, she was nearly delirious with the need to come.

  “Oh, oh, oh.” Libby gritted her teeth. “Yes, fuck me, just like that, ah God, it’s so good.”

  “Ah yeah,” he growled, then reached beneath her to worry her clit. “I’ll fuck you, honey.”

  Harder, faster, his clever fingers working on her clit. Her breath sawed in and out of her lungs as she thrust herself onto him. It was happening, building hot and sweet in her clit, exploding into her cunt.

  “Oooooh!” A wolf couldn’t have howled any better. He drew back and rammed into her one last time, and she flew, screaming as her body stiffened, then shook. He pulled out and reached between her legs, gathering her cream, then lubricated the delicate star of her anus.

  “Now I get a taste of this ass,” he said and slid deep.

  Libby hissed. He hadn’t given her any time to adjust to the size of his cock as it penetrated her. He drove in and started pumping.

  “Easy, baby,” he crooned. He reached for her clit and teased that tiny pearl to life once more, fucking her ass slowly until she began to moan.

  “Yes, oh God, Ty. I’m going to come again.”

  It was rapture, this pleasurable pain he inflicted on her. His cock deep in her ass, his work-callused thumb stroking her clit, driving her into a frenzy. Once again that familiar heat burned into her empty pussy.

  “Ohgod, ohgod!” she screamed as Ty filled her cunt with his fingers. Her back arched and bowed; then her entire body clenched, and he bellowed, driving into her one last time as she shattered.

  “Ah, thank you, baby,” Ty whispered, his lips next to her ear. “For everything. For this time, for letting me see this place through your eyes. For giving yourself to me.”

  Libby sighed and slowly climbed to her feet. “Okay, Cade, where’s my drawers?”

  “Um, I sort of tore them off you,” he admitted abashedly. “I’ll replace them, I promise.”

  She rolled her eyes as she pulled her shorts back up. “You bet your ass you will. Those were expensive French undies, Tyler Cade.” She tried to make herself look fierce, but she couldn’t pull it off when she saw the panties sticking out of his pants pocket. “Honestly, you Cade boys, I’ll be lucky if I have a single pair of panties left by the time I leave here.”

  Chapter Eleven

  “I have a surprise for you,” Bodie said when Libby and Ty finally made it back to camp.

  Libby went into his outstretched arms, kissed him. “Mmm,” she said on a sigh. “That’s a nice surprise.”

  Bodie snorted. “Not that, silly woman.” He took her hand and led her two hundred feet out from camp, where he’d carefully secured a tarp around a tree. Three solar showers hung from a branch, each heavy plastic sack holding five gallons of water. “I thought you might like a shower after a strenuous day of hiking. We’re gonna spend one more night here, then go on to the Thorofare stock camp. Of course, we’re liable to get good and wet crossin’ the Thorofare, so it might be a moot point.”

  Bodie grinned when Libby threw herself into his arms. “Oooh, a shower. I adore you!”

  He gave her an aw-shucks smile. “Well, I aim to please. Figured you’d be ready to get cleaned up after that trek. Eagle Pass isn’t for sissies.”

  “You got that right. I have aches in places I didn’t know I had places.”

  He pointed to the amenities, such as they were. “There’s your biodegradable soap and a nice clean towel. There’s shampoo if you wanna wash your hair, though I don’t recommend it, long as it is.

  “Well, I’ll let you get to it. Give a shout when you’re just about done, and I’ll start the rib eyes.”

  “Mmm, rib eyes. You trying to spoil me?”

  “Much as I can out here.”

  “Well, in that case.” She grabbed his hand and pulled him behind the tarp with her, and Bodie’s heart skipped a beat. “I’m definitely going to need someone to wash my back. You game, cowboy?”

  Was he game? Was she crazy? He’d been going nuts all day, thinking about her and Ty alone on Eagle Pass. Bodie knew damn well he would have taken her, so he was sure Ty didn’t hold back.

  “You’re sure? I mean, you and me naked—” Hell, he had to be considerate, make sure she wasn’t too tender to take him on too.

  The light blush coloring her cheeks charmed him. “I’m sure . . . but I am a little tender . . . you know, back there.”

  Bodie practically growled. “Did he hurt you? If he hurt you, I’ll kick his fuckin’ ass.”

  “No, he didn’t hurt me.” Her hand went to his cheek, soothing him, and he took a deep breath to calm himself.

  “Okay. Let’s shimmy outta these duds and get to washin’. I don’t know about you, but I’m hungrier than a spring grizzly.” Her stomach rumbled, and Bodie laughed. “Sounds like I ain’t the only one.”

  They undressed and hung their dirty clothes over the side of the tarp and opened the shower valve to rinse their bodies. Bodie’s cock rose to attention as they took turns soaping one another. He groaned when Libby took him in her hands, washing him, gently stroking his balls.

  “I’m going to suck your cock tonight, cowboy. I’m going to take you deep into my mouth and suck you until you come. How do you like them apples?”

  She slicked her hands over his back, skimming over a scar on his back, then delved between his legs to tease his balls again. Bodie uttered a strangled laugh.

  “I like them apples just fine, darlin’, and I’ll be lookin’ forward to it. But right now, it’s my turn to wash you.”

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bsp; He kept his touch light and sensual as he washed her, cupping her breasts, tweaking the nipples, then skimming his hands down her back, between the cheeks of her ass to burrow into her cunt.

  “What a sweet little pussy, baby.” He rinsed her thoroughly and guided her hands to a tree before quickly donning a condom. “Now, hang on to the tree, honey, so I can fill this tight cunt with my dick.”

  He entered her with one smooth glide, chuckling when she moaned in pleasure. “You like that, sugar, my dick riding high and hard in your pussy?”

  “Yes. More. Harder, Bodie. I love it when you fuck me hard and deep.”

  He didn’t know how it was possible, but he felt his dick grow longer and wider as he pumped deep into her glove-tight pussy.

  “God, you feel so good, Lib. Fuckin’ you is like goin’ up to heaven.” He felt her tighten around him and groaned. “You’re gonna make me come if you keep that up, darlin’, and I want you to come with me.” He bent his knees and lunged deeper, pumping into her at a frantic pace. He reached around her hip and found her clit, stroking it as he powered into her from behind. “Come with me, honey.” She thrust herself back onto him, and he growled. “Fuck yeah, fuck yourself on my cock, baby. Let me feel you come all over me.”

  She was breathing hard, practically sobbing, and Bodie felt her let go, felt her pussy clench, milking him as he slammed into her one last time, lifting her up onto her toes as he came with a harsh shout. “Ah God, Lib, it’s so good with you. Like nothing ever was or ever will be.” He wrapped an arm around her waist and held her against him as their breathing normalized.

  It hit him like a thunderbolt. He was in love with Libby Wild, and there was simply no turning back from something that powerful.

  * * *

  The steaks were done to perfection, lightly seasoned with salt, pepper, and fresh garlic, and the three of them ate like they’d been starving for days. The baked potatoes, roasted in the coals, were fluffy, soaked in butter, and slathered with sour cream. Fresh asparagus, also buttered and seasoned, exploded on the taste buds. Libby couldn’t remember a time when she’d enjoyed a meal more, and she’d eaten in some of the finest restaurants in the world. Still, there was something about eating outside, under the vast Wyoming sky, the mountains of Yellowstone rising up to frame what was, without a doubt, the perfect snapshot of the ultimate camping trip. She reached for her camera.