The Divine Creek Ranch Collection Volume 4

by Heather Rainier

Seth appeared oblivious to the muted conversation as he worked. Music played in the background, muting the buzz of the tattoo machine somewhat. Del was a little awed that Lily lay unmoving. Every so often she tugged her lower lip with her teeth but otherwise showed no sign of discomfort or anxiety. At the very least he thought she would be squeezing his hand and seeking support.

  “I’m fine, honey.” Glancing at Seth’s work, Del said, “It’s looking great.”

  Seth stopped working and wiped at the tattoo with a cloth. “Okay, if you want, you can take a break.” He sat there and waited, like he expected her to jump up and run out of the room. Del was impressed when she didn’t take the opportunity.

  Lily raised her eyebrows and smiled. “I’m okay. How long will you work on me today?”

  Seth’s typically stoic face showed a little surprise. “Maybe another hour to an hour and half. You sure you don’t want a break?”

  Lily grinned and said, “If you need a break, I don’t mind but I’m doing okay. None of what you’ve done has been so bad I couldn’t take it. The first few minutes were rough, but I’m okay.”

  Seth chuckled and stretched his shoulders and arms, seeming either impressed or pleased.

  “Fine, then we’ll continue on. At the rate we’re going, I should be able to get your outline done and probably Del’s as well.”

  “Not taking a break will save that much time?”

  Seth nodded. “I’ve learned to factor in extra time for breaks and…the occasional drama.” Seth lifted the tattoo machine and went back to work on the sweeping design that stretched from hipbone to hipbone, methodically camouflaging the original design a bit at a time.

  Lily smiled at Del and then turned her head and watched in the mirror Seth had set up for her as he worked. “Do you have a lot of drama queens?”

  Seth grunted and gave a slight smile as he focused on his work. “Drama kings, too. The screamers are the worst. But those are the exceptions. Most people are pretty cool.”

  Lily seemed to mull that over for a minute, and Seth looked up at her. “You didn’t get to take breaks when you got this, did you?” He tapped the old mark lightly. Lily shook her head minutely, and as Seth made eye contact, he said, “So drama would have been off the table, too, huh?” Her little nod answered the question. “Well, if you need a restroom break or something to drink, all you have to do is let me know. To answer your question, you wouldn’t believe some of the things people say and do while getting tattoos.”

  “I’ll bet you’ve seen it all,” Lily said, and Del noticed she seemed grateful for the change of subject.

  “The criers are the ones that bother me the most. It’s hard to create art while a six and a half foot tall giant is weeping and worse if it’s a woman crying while her boyfriend stands over you as you’re tattooing a private area. But I wouldn’t want to do anything else.”

  A half hour later, Del helped her shift to her side as Seth adjusted the drape. Del hadn’t been excited about this part of the design because it meant exposing so much of her soft, golden flesh and an entire hip, but Seth was very clinical about it, obviously more focused on the design than the area it covered. Del became nearly as absorbed in the rhythm as Seth worked with the tattoo machine, following the outlines he’d drawn freehand earlier. He completed the design and went back, touching up in some areas before shutting off the machine.

  Seth cleaned the area around the tattoo then covered it carefully with a plastic bandage and gave her the spiel about how to take care of it while it healed. She adjusted her clothing and climbed down from the table with a smile, looking positively euphoric.

  Seth stripped the stained latex gloves off and smiled at Del. “Your turn.”

  After Seth covered the padded table with fresh piece of paper, Del lay down, and Seth drew a matching design in the area they’d previously discussed. Del prepared to sweat. If Lily had been that brave and steadfast, then he couldn’t embarrass her by doing any less.

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  “I must be absolutely crazy,” Lily murmured Thursday night as she adjusted her breasts in the red satin push-up bra for maximum cleavage. She turned and looked behind her in the mirror and made a face when she saw her ass outlined by the ties on the tan, fringe-trimmed rawhide chaps with silver Concho decorations. “What did you expect, Lily Valentine, for the G-string to hide any of that ass at all?”

  She faced the mirror again, applied her red lipstick, and smiled as she fluffed her long, wavy hair and perched the russet-brown Stetson on her head. Rosemary had convinced her to buy the hat, saying it was perfect for her reddish-brown hair color. Clay and Del were waiting in bed, and she was dying to know what their reaction would be. She slipped the silky-soft brown snip-toe cowgirl boots on her feet and struck a pose in the mirror.

  She rolled her eyes. “Who am I foolin’?”

  What the hell!

  She turned off the light, opened the bathroom door and sauntered down the hallway to Del’s dimly lit bedroom. The tiny piece of jewelry she wore made each swinging step feel exaggerated and sexy. The heavy onyx bead dangling against her clit rolled with each movement, causing her heart to pound a little harder. With far more bravado than she was actually feeling, she leaned against the doorway. “Howdy, boys. I got strays to wrangle.” Wrangle? Is that the right word?

  Clay and Del’s reaction was comical, and she had to stifle her giggle. Their jaws dropped, their big, rigid cocks bobbed, and there might have been drool, but it was too dark to tell. The only thing missing was their eyes bulging from their eye sockets, Looney Tunes style.

  “I volunteer as a stray,” Clay murmured. “Rope and wrangle me, baby.”

  Feeling sexy because of their hungry stares, Lily sashayed slowly to the center of the room and took a turn, arching her back and showing off her ass in the process. Her pussy tingled and throbbed at the way they watched her. When she faced them again, her giggle nearly slipped out as they climbed from the bed without taking their eyes off of her and stalked to where she stood in the center of the room.

  When they were close enough, she wrapped her hands gently around the hard, meaty girths of their cocks. “Well that was easy.” She gasped when each of them grabbed as ass cheek and squeezed.

  “Cowgirl fantasy fulfilled,” Del said in a deep, husky voice.

  Clay laughed quietly. “Speak for yourself, dude. I still need to be rode hard and put up wet.”

  Chapter Thirty

  Lily gave both hot cocks a gentle squeeze and stroke. “Actually it’s me that wants to be rode hard. Get on the bed, please.” She removed the hat and placed it on Del’s dresser.

  The sexy woman she saw in the mirror was a far cry from the woman she used to see. The dark outline of the new tattoo, camouflaging the old mark, wasn’t the leading thing she saw. The smile on her face was what drew her eyes first. She fluffed her hair and went to the bed. Spreading her legs slightly, she leaned down and pulled the ties on the chaps as Rosemary showed her, saving the ties at her hips for last so they fell to her feet in one leather-scented sweep.

  Del’s gaze on her overflowing cleavage smoldered with lust as she stood again. She smiled at them as they watched intently when she hooked her thumbs in the waist band of the G-string. She shimmied out of and caught it on the toe of her boot and whipped it in their direction. Clay caught it with a laugh and slung it around his neck then held his hands out for the matching bra. She giggled and unclasped it then shot it at him like a slingshot, but Del snaked his arm out and caught it in midair.

  “That’s fair,” Lily murmured. She climbed on the bed clad in nothing but her boots. One of them gasped and she knew they’d seen the little jewels peeking from her swollen cunt lips. She lay down between them and slowly bent her knees and brought her boots up in the air. Parting her thighs, she placed one foot in each man’s hands. “No boots allowed in bed. Can you help me?”

  First Del and then Clay lightly fingered the beaded clit hugger she wore. Her back arched and her hips flexed with e
ach teasing touch until her pussy felt like it was aflame with need. Del flicked gently at the hugger, over and over, alternating between watching her face and watching her cunt.

  One touch created a wave of small spasms deep inside her, and he smiled with satisfaction as she panted and her hot juices seeped from her opening to her asshole. He had her so wet, just from his simple touches, that she was overflowing with need for him. He flicked a few more times and she froze, her breath nothing but shallow panting. She waited for the next touch, which would bring the orgasm crashing down on her, but he pulled his hand away at the last second.

  “Please!”

  Both men stared at her like they wanted to eat her alive, and then pounced on her, Clay aiming for her pussy as Del claimed her breasts. Clay laved her pussy as he gently extricated the tiny piece of gold and onyx beaded jewelry from her clit, which throbbed with her heartbeat. They proved they were multitaskers as they ate her up while they pulled the boots from her bare feet.

  Every nerve ending in her body fired to life at the sudden onslaught of two pairs of hands and two mouths. Clay’s approach might have been swift, but his mouth was gentle as he tongued and teased her lips. It was embarrassing how fast moisture pooled in her pussy at his attention, causing him to groan happily.

  She heard two thumps as the boots landed on the floor, and then the men switched places. They tag-teamed her like that for a couple of minutes until her head was flung back with her eyes slammed closed. She writhed beneath them and lost track of which man was at her pussy and which was at her breasts.

  “You share so well.” The sultry voice didn’t sound like hers.

  “Wait until we have you between us in a few minutes. You’ll see just how efficient we can be. It’s going to be significantly longer than an eight-second ride.” Del growled hungrily before he descended on her pussy again.

  “Hot damn, cowboy!” She squealed a few seconds later when Del sucked her clit into his mouth and worked her until her high-pitched panting signaled that she was very close to the edge. Del released her one second before she went over, and Clay immediately took his place, dipping his thick fingers into her cunt and finding her G-spot as he slurped her clit between his lips.

  He tortured her with evil flicks of his tongue until white lights burst behind her eyelids and she screamed out her orgasm. He rode the climax with her, and when she stopped bucking, Clay patted her ass. “Hands and knees, baby. We both want you.”

  She complied enthusiastically and smiled up at Del as he knelt in front of her. The dark outlines of his tattoo, stretching from the middle of his right pectoral, around his shoulder then spreading down his bicep were a meaningful show of solidarity. Clay had taken one look at Del’s ink and decided that he would do the same tattoo in reverse on the other shoulder, so she’d be like a book between two bookends. She loved that thought.

  Desire glowed in Del’s eyes as he cupped her chin and guided his cock to her lips. She opened wide and closed her lips around his blunt shaft and teased the ridge with her tongue before taking him to the back of her throat for a long, gentle suck as she pulled back.

  “Good girl,” Del groaned happily and caressed her cheek as she took hold of the base of his cock and slid down to the root.

  She gasped and pulled back just a bit when Clay grasped her hips and teased her pussy with the head of his cock. He slipped it back and forth, making like he was going to enter her, but then teased her some more.

  When Clay kept teasing her with it, she finally popped Del’s cock from her mouth and asked, “Waiting for me to beg, Clay?” His only response was deep, sexy laughter. “Fuck me, damn it!”

  “So demanding and pushy, isn’t she, Del?”

  Del stroked her hair and said, “I like her fiery. Give her what she wants, damn it, so she can go back to sucking my cock. Maybe Lily needs a spanking for her potty mouth.”

  Lily giggled. “Bring it on, big boy!” She groaned happily a split second later when Clay slid to the hilt in her sweltering cunt. “Thank you so much!”

  She went back to work on Del’s cock, blowing him until he growled deeply and applied slight pressure at the base of her skull to get her to increase her rhythm. “Fuck me, Lily. You have got the hottest damned mouth. I’m never letting you get away from us. We’re gonna keep you so happy you never want to get rid of us. You’re so fucking good! Suck me. That’s right. Harder.”

  Accepting his instruction, she set up a rhythm between the two of them, grinding her hips against Clay as she sucked Del. Before long, both men were groaning uninhibitedly while she fucked them both at the same time. She’d never felt so earthy or powerful in her entire life. Even though they were in the dominant position, she was totally in control.

  She rolled her hips and thrust back against Clay and knew instinctively what was about to happen when one of his hands released its grip on her hip. A split second later the palm of his hand landed on the fleshiest part of her ass cheek, shooting a stinging arrow straight to her clit. She froze and squealed, her pussy clenching convulsively while her mouth was full of cock.

  Clay’s tone was serious when he quickly said, “Lily, I’ll stop if you need me to. Like it? Tell me.”

  Loudly, Lily groaned her enthusiastic affirmation over Del’s cock, drawing an appreciative growl from him. Clay gripped her hips again as he resumed fucking her, and she braced herself, knowing what was coming when the other hand released her.

  Surprisingly, when it landed, the stinging pop amped her arousal further, instead of stirring painful memories. Erotic spanking was something she’d always enjoyed, and because JT knew that he’d withheld it from her unless she begged for it. Not surprisingly, she’d grown tired of begging early in their relationship because it took the joy out of it for her.

  The pop landed on the other cheek, and the heat bloomed in her ass, spreading to her clit in a hot, tingling wave and increasing her arousal until she was drenched in her juices.

  A sudden deep whirring sound caught her attention, and she squealed happily when she saw the toy Del handed to Clay. It was a rabbit vibrator with big, soft-looking nubs all over the head. Clay took it and stroked her abdomen with it. Her cunt clenched in anticipation.

  “Let’s see how good I am at ‘Pin the Rabbit on the Pussy.’ Is that the spot?” he asked, stroking her left hip with the toy. The jerk was teasing her, like he didn’t know where her hot spot was.

  “Uh-uh,” she groaned negatively as she continued sucking Del.

  Del chuckled and said, “Poor little baby. He’s teasing you, isn’t he?”

  Yeah, and I love it!

  “Is that it?” Clay asked playfully as he stroked her mound.

  “Uh-uh,” she murmured sadly, trying to hide her enjoyment as she allowed him to play his game, drawing out her pleasure as he continued pumping her with his big, hard cock. She knew when that toy stroked over her clit it was going to be “game over” for her throbbing clit.

  Clay slid the vibrator down slowly with precision until the toy reached its destination and her pussy seized. She released Del with a wet pop and screamed as her cunt clenched over and over while the vibrator continued to stroke her clit until she was done.

  Clay dropped the vibrator, grabbed her hard, and pumped in and out in harder, shorter strokes. His breath came in deep gasps as his release hit him, and he howled in ecstasy.

  She was unaware Del had moved until she suddenly felt a different pair of hands at her hips and Del growled out, “My turn, sweet little Lily. I’m going to fill your pussy with my cum, too.”

  She should have been exhausted after two solid, mind-blowing orgasms, but his words amped her arousal to new heights, and she felt her pussy clench and tremble anew when he pumped his big, hard dick into her cunt in one hard thrust.

  “Oh, fuck me, Del. Fuck me good!”

  Del thrust slowly, filing her and then pulling out with torturously slow strokes. “I’m going to, baby, don’t worry. I’m going to take such good care of you. You des
erve it after that blow job. You sucked me so nicely, I’m going get you off good and hard. Ready for what I’ve got for you?”

  “Yes, Del. Gimme, gimme, gimme!” Lily growled as she thrust hard against him, astounded by her earthy response to their fucking. She was greedy for more, glutinous in fact, and was more than ready for another round.

  Del slowed his strokes and deliberately tilted her hips so that the head of his cock strummed her G-spot with every delicious stroke. The tension in her body twisted tighter and tighter until she thought she might implode, and he persisted, hitting that spot until she felt like her fuse was blazing and the bomb was seconds away from detonating. The sounds emitting from her mouth came louder and louder, higher and higher.

  She was dimly aware of Clay growling, “I love it when Lily sings in the key of ‘G.’”

  Del held her hips in a tight grip and responded, “Oh fuck yeah, higher, baby. Higher!”

  Freezing at his demanding words and tone, she screamed and her body vibrated as though she’d shake apart. The spasms rocking through her cunt were deep, rhythmic, and earth shattering in their intensity. Wailing until she was hoarse, Lily felt her cum surge from her in a lava-hot wave, and Del howled in triumph. The coppery taste in her mouth told her she must’ve bitten her lip.

  Waves of bliss kept pounding at her as Del found his own release. “Oh, fuck! Yes!” He stayed upright behind her for a few seconds, his breathing a shaky, panting sound, then he collapsed, catching himself before he flattened her as she crumpled beneath him.

  “I think I died. Am I in heaven?” she whispered breathlessly through numb lips. The sweat from Del’s chest mingled with the perspiration dampening her back, and she smiled when they slithered against each other.

  “I think we are. Woman, I love you so much,” Clay slurred in response.

  “Holy fuck. We could be in heaven.” Del dropped on the bed beside her, his cheeks ruddy from exertion. “Are you our angel?”

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