Acres, Natalie - Propositioned by Outlaws [Outlaws 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Natalie Acres

  He took her then, hoisting her into his arms as he carried her nude body to the stall where he’d been resting. Rather than placing her on the blankets he’d used to make a bed, he gave her a perched position on the top wooden rail.

  She gripped the board under her seat as he stepped away, taking his time to undress as her eyes followed his. He shrugged away his shirt, bought new a few days back, but worn long enough to look old and tattered.

  He unhooked his belt, stepped away from his breeches. Her eyes followed his as he took his cock in his hand and pumped. “Is this what you wanted to see?”

  She nodded as she watched him stroke his heavy erection, now thick with the need building. The pulsing wedge of flesh knotted as he pulled and yanked. His scrotum burned as he locked his fingers around the shape and continued to shove the length of his cock through his tightly clenched fist.

  Victoria’s round nipples were beaded to perfection. The rose-colored gems were as hard as rock candy, and guaranteed to be every bit as sweet.

  Lane inched closer. Dropping one hand on each knee, he spread her then, watching as the lust and anticipation replaced her initial shock.

  “You feel like the finest silk,” he said, walking his hands up her thighs, rubbing her ivory skin as his thumbs dug into her flesh. As he inched closer to her pussy, he kept his fingers rotating in a circular pattern, gentle in his approach, taking his time as he worked for her arousal.

  He stood back and looked down. Her glistening pussy lips twitched with her excitement. Her knuckles were white as she clutched to the top rail and several times, her entire body trembled under his touch.

  “I’m going to taste you,” he told her, stepping between her legs again.

  Her feet dropped away from the middle plank. He stared at her pretty toes and those small, dainty ankles. “I promise, Victoria. I won’t hurt you.”

  “What do you mean, you want to taste me?”

  He repositioned the soles of her feet on the board beneath him, and leaned over her, his tongue swirling down her stomach as he kissed her belly and made his way to her pussy, the hair found there tickling his nose. Her arousal then struck him and he made the moment into a man’s hour, taking the opportunity to appropriately claim a woman no other man had touched.

  He dipped his tongue into her cunt and sipped at her juices, allowing her time to understand, perhaps protest if she could bring herself to resist the pleasure. Instead, she jerked. Her body pulsed around him from the very moment he entered her.

  And Lane certainly knew how to give a woman her fair due.

  * * * *

  Victoria’s nipples felt like tiny pebbles ready to crack. Lane’s head dropped between her legs and for a minute there, she thought maybe he meant to examine her. She wasn’t quite sure why he was looking so closely at her pussy, but his heated gaze aroused her. His hot breath tickled her folds.

  When his fingers brushed over her pussy lips, she was immediately excited, but nothing prepared her for what came next. His tongue slipped between her moist flaps and she gasped. The fear first stilled her, but then the lust overpowered her angst.

  Lane lapped her pussy. His tongue was like a villain’s as he invaded her space. He pushed through her canal as if he’d earned the chance to explore her, the first rights to claim territory only he could have.

  And good Lord, with a sinful mouth damning her to pleasure, he could take and claim whatever he wanted.

  A few reverent strikes from that tongue, and Victoria didn’t have a clue what hit her. A wave of moisture gushed through her cunt as he licked harder, thrust deeper.

  “Lane! Stop! Something is the matter!” Oh God, if something was the matter, she hoped he never set her straight again.

  The barn began to spin as her head bobbed to the left and the right. She almost lost her grip on the board as he twisted around between her legs, sucking at her clit, licking her cunt.

  Lane went at her like he was bobbing for apples. He tongue-fucked her like there was no reason to use his cock, like he preferred to have his lips locked over her clit, suckling the tightly drawn button, the little bead now hard and sensitive to his touch, his roaming tongue.

  “Mmm,” he whimpered, gripping his dick as his tongue continued to strike out at her pussy. “Good God woman, you filled me up.”

  Gripping the plank, she stared down at his pulsing member. The size of his cock had increased considerably since he’d dropped to his knees.

  Rising to his feet again, he looped his arm around her waist and kissed her hard upon the lips. She shunned him, turning her head to the left to avoid tasting herself on his mouth.

  “What’s wrong?” he asked, holding her chin firmly. “Don’t you like the way you taste?”

  Feeling her skin heat, she shrugged, looking down to the left as she avoided direct eye contact. “Do you like the way I taste?”

  “I do,” he said, gripping her legs again. Before she could stop him, he’d spread her once more. This time, he fingered her. Using his thumb, he rolled her clit as he thrust inside her, pushing the weight of his hand against her bottom as he massaged her back hole and impaled her front.

  “Does that feel nice, Victoria?”

  “Yes,” she hurriedly admitted, gripping his shoulder. Her nails bit into his flesh, and when he flinched she immediately massaged the area she’d scratched.

  His lips met her folds again. He suckled her flaps, teasing them as he screwed his fingers inside her, thrusting in and out, up and down. “Now, Victoria,” he whispered. “You’re wet again, sweetheart. You’re so hot and ready. Come for me, Victoria. Let me taste you again.”

  Another hot wave of satisfaction came closer as he fed from her cunt. Her mouth dried, but her pussy remained wet, slick. The sloshing sound became more than she could bear as he feasted on her cunt, sipped and ate. He acted as if he were famished, starving for one more nip of whatever she had to offer.

  “Come! Victoria!”

  She whimpered then as her body jerked under his hand and lips. Before she knew what happened, Lane yanked her off the wooden planks and towered over her.

  Lifting her to him, he bracketed her legs around his waist. Then, he entered her with one sudden jolt, and the flames inside her cooled in an instant. Unfortunately, the pain of a first impalement drew a screeching sound she never recognized as her own.

  Chapter Seven

  Art drew his weapon as he entered the barn. His heart was racing as he rounded the corner and headed to the stalls where their horses were bedded down. As he came around the first wooden partition, his breath caught in his chest.

  A spectacular creature sat atop Lane, riding him like he was a beast to be tamed, a stallion only one mare could handle. Lane’s mouth covered her breast as he rose up to enjoy her. Lapping at her nipple, he indulged in her body. He devoured her like Art had imagined he later would.

  Son of a bitch. Art never imagined Victoria would respond like a woman in heat.

  Ducking down behind a haystack, he peered around the straw and listened to the sounds of sex. Bodies slapped together. Voices whimpered in unison. They fucked each other like they might be damned if they didn’t take all the other one offered.

  Art’s cock was as hard as timber as he watched the loving progress. He heard the cries of passion as signs of their fulfillment echoed throughout the barn and rocked his senses, shattered his nerves.

  Victoria collapsed against Lane’s chest a few seconds later, and as Art stood there in the shadows, he saw the signs of a ruined man and knew what he had to do. Lane need not worry. He would save him from the catastrophe waiting to happen.

  “Don’t the two of you believe in waiting?”

  “Apparently you don’t,” Lane replied, turning his head to acknowledge him. “What the hell do you think you’re doing?”

  “I’m saving you,” he said, tripping out of his breeches and joining them.

  “Saving him?” Victoria asked, arching a brow.

  “Yes,” Art replied, e
asing down beside them. He lay on the tattered blanket and eyed the point of connection. Lane’s cock was still buried inside that hot little cunt, and Art was terribly envious.

  “Her pussy is like a warm shelter,” Lane said, a heavy breath falling from his lips. He kissed the tip of her nose and winked.

  “I bet,” Art said, watching him. Oh no, Art was too late. Lane was already done for.

  Victoria shot him a seducing smile. His balls tightened as he watched her leave Lane and come to him. As if she read his mind, she inched toward him, crawling over him like she knew what she had to do in order to make a man happy.

  Art figured they’d get along right well. Just as soon as he dipped his stick inside her.

  * * * *

  “You know what I want you to do, right, honey?” Art drawled, fisting his cock with one hand while pushing her head toward his groin.

  She eyed the size of him. His length was long, at least twelve inches, and as he pressed against her nape, she didn’t have to guess what he desired. If Lane pleasured her with his tongue then surely a man could find satisfaction in her mouth as well.

  “I’m nice and clean,” he reminded her, bringing the tip of his cock to her lips. “All you have to do is suck and blow. It’s real simple.”

  “That’s easy for you to say,” Lane said, rising up to support himself on bended arms.

  Intimidated, Victoria glanced at Lane and he nodded. “You’ll like it. I do.”

  “You like sucking his cock?” she asked, surprised.

  “No,” he shook his head. “I like sipping on your sweet pussy. You’ll like licking his dick. You’ll be wet and ready to fuck again. I promise.”

  She felt her skin heat as he used the kind of words men had never used in her presence. Then again, she’d never been in this sort of situation before.

  “Show her what you want,” Lane told him.

  Art winked. “Want me to guide you, honey?”

  She nodded and he pressed the tip of his cock through the seam of her lips. The head swelled against her tongue as she took him.

  “Oh yeah, girl, that’s hot,” he said, pushing a little more of himself into her mouth.

  Victoria cupped his balls and rose over him, drawing him closer to her throat as she sucked the shaft. His dick thrummed against the roof of her mouth, and soon, Art’s hips were jerking as he rocked forward, slipping deeper and deeper.

  Gagging as he tapped her tonsils, she quickly pulled his meaty penis away from her lips and stared into his lust-filled eyes. “I can’t do this.”

  “You’re doing just fine,” Art promised her, brushing her hair out of her eyes. “I won’t get my fill in your mouth. I promise.”

  She frowned as she looked at the tip of his cock. Studying the end, she noticed a bead of fluid leaving the slit. Incredulously, she found she was eager to taste him. Dragging her mouth over the tip, Victoria’s tongue darted in and out and she sipped a bead bubbling at the head. The translucent film covering the mushroom shape drove her instincts and she found herself desiring more.

  “I think she likes how I taste,” Art said proudly.

  She consumed him then, dropping her head over his groin as she tried to stuff his size between her cheeks. His cock tapped her throat, and again, her reflexes reacted. She choked as he stroked across her tongue and he retreated once more.

  “Easy, honey. We aren’t in any hurry.”

  That was his story. Victoria, on the other hand, wanted to know what it meant when a man had his fill.

  The day before, Lane shot off in her pussy, but she only felt his release. Now, she had the opportunity to watch, taste, and devour.

  She looped her tongue around Art’s size and drew him to her again, sucking his cock as she enjoyed him. Her fingers tightened against his balls as she stroked his scrotum, toyed with the weight of his erection and engorged size.

  Art’s long penis glided across her tongue, and soon he fucked her mouth as forcibly as Lane had taken her body. When he sat upright in the middle of her pursuits, Victoria anticipated a strong finish. But she never bargained for what Art gave her.

  “Wait there a minute!” Art cried out. His hips shot off the ground and Victoria stayed right with him. “Fuck! For crying out loud, Lane! Do something!”

  Why was he calling out for Lane? He sure didn’t have a thing to do with how well she pleased him.

  Lane rubbed her hip as she sucked Art’s cock. She licked and lapped at him as his dick swelled, practically popped. A few seconds later, he jerked and grunted. A jet of his release spiraled down her throat, heating her tonsils and filling her senses with the masculine scent and taste of one well-satisfied man.

  Art’s cock twitched against the roof of her mouth as he came, and as she swallowed his cum, she squeezed her legs together, finding she no longer wanted to wait for both of them to fuck her. She tried to get away from the hot stream of his release, but Art held her in place. “Oh no, baby. You wanted it. Drink. Suck. Swallow. Good God. Like that. Just like that. Don’t you dare stop now!”

  As Art pleaded with her, she relaxed. As the never-ending fountain of his cum rolled down the back of her throat, he fucked her face in a way she’d never expected.

  Lane smacked her ass and stroked the cheek he swatted, caressing her until the spot he repeatedly spanked burned and throbbed. Rolling her hips back, she stayed right with Art, laving him with her tongue as his size became manageable, his release became addictive.

  Rising to the tip, she licked the clear film coating the crest. “Mmm,” she whispered, indulging in every last drop of his pleasure. “You’re so sweet.”

  “Sweet?” he asked, arching a brow.

  “Yes,” she said, taken aback by the surprise in his eyes.

  “What do I taste like?” he asked, fondling himself when she released him.

  “Come here,” she said, learning from her earlier experience with Lane.

  Art licked his lips and kissed hers. The kiss soon became reckless. He cupped her breasts, tweaking her nipples as he pampered her mouth, spoiled her body.

  Placing her hands on his broad shoulders, she pushed away from him, placing some distance between them. “So? Now you see why I think you taste sweet?”

  Art chuckled. “Let me show you what I think is sweet.” His hand dropped between her legs, and he thrust a finger inside her warm pussy. “That right there is as sweet as it gets.”

  Chapter Eight

  “Hello? Victoria? Is anyone out here?”

  “Oh shit!” Victoria screeched, reaching for a blanket. “That’s the marshal.”

  “The marshal?” Art asked, gulping.

  “Yes!”

  “Is he a customer?” Art asked.

  Victoria was stunned. Noticing the spots of blood on the horse blanket, she pointed. “If I were some whore for hire, would I bleed like that?”

  Immediately, Art looked at his tainted fingers. Rather than acting repulsed by what he saw, he grinned. “Looks like we gave Victoria here an education.”

  A gun cocked about the same time Art made the statement. “What the fuck is going on here?” the marshal yelled. “Victoria, are you all right?”

  “Marshal, I…”

  “Damn it to hell!” he shouted, fumbling for another gun tightly holstered at his side. “Put ’em where I can see ’em, boys!”

  “Don’t show him your cocks. He might blow ‘em away,” she whispered.

  “You aren’t funny,” Art said under his breath.

  The marshal aimed the second pistol but looked away. “Victoria, get dressed. I’m here and I’ll take care of these fellas. Are you all right?”

  Victoria hurriedly gathered her clothes and darted behind the haystack. “It ain’t what you think, Marshal.”

  “It’s exactly what I think!” he assured her. “These men raped you, and now you’re afraid to tell me the straight of it. You’re just like your precious momma. She always protected the criminals. Why she’s lucky one of those outlaws didn’t put
her in the grave before she turned thirty.”

  “Marshal, Victoria is right. It’s not what you think.”

  “Shut the hell up. Victoria, get your damn clothes on and wait for me in the house.”

  “No, Marshal. I won’t do it. These men didn’t hurt me.”

  “The hell they didn’t,” the marshal said. “You think I don’t see that blood there on the blanket. Men, get your breeches on. You’re taking a ride into town with me.”

  Victoria hurriedly slipped her dress over her head. After securing about half the buttons down the front, she stepped out in the open. “Marshal, you have to listen to me.”

  He studied her face. “Where’d they hurt you, girl?”

  “I’m not hurt.”

  “You’re in shock. I’ll have Doc Taylor ride out and take a look at you.”

  Victoria glanced at Lane and Art. Lane looked deeply troubled. Art appeared suspicious, acting as if he were up to something. There was a gun near that blanket, and Victoria shook her head behind the marshal’s back, praying Art and Lane wouldn’t harm him.

  “Marshal, these men are friends of mine.”

  “Friends?”

  “Yes, friends!”

  “You expect me to believe you were out here in the barn poking around with two men?” He shook his head. “No, Victoria. I don’t buy that. I can’t. Now get on in that house and let me have a word with them.”

  “No, Marshal.” She defied him. “I will not. This is my home, and these men are my guests.”

  The marshal studied the rolled-up blankets and saddles strewn about in a corner dimly lit by a small lantern. “If they’re friends, what are they doin’ out here in the barn, Victoria?”

  Victoria took a deep breath. “Marshal, please.”

  “Victoria, I ain’t tellin’ you again. Get in that damn cabin and don’t come out until I’m through here.”

  Defiance took hold, and she marched over to Art and Lane. She stood in front of them with her arms spread wide. “You’ll have to go through me to get to them.”