by Jenny Penn
Back then all three of them had traveled the rodeo circuit, competing and partying hard. In fact, Dylan and Chase had been her first ménage, and it had gotten only wilder from there. Dylan was probably the only man that had ever been able to keep up with the Davis brothers when it came to an inexhaustible carnal curiosity.
“Chase said there was a familiar face I’d enjoy seeing, but I never thought it’d be you.” Dylan’s grin took on a lecherous curve as he finally released her to step back and give Lana a once-over. “And might I say I am definitely enjoying seeing you.”
“Perv,” Lana shot back with a laugh as she slapped him on the shoulder. “I’d say the same about you but…”
Lana gave him the same once-over he’d given her. Though she liked what she saw, she still shrugged and wrinkled her nose, earning her own laugh as he grabbed his chest and stumbled backward.
“Oh, you wound me.”
“I somehow doubt it,” Lana stated dryly, not believing him for a minute. “Even if I did, I’m sure you got all sorts of honeys to make you feel better. After all, you were always rolling in them.”
“Like a pig in mud,” Chase muttered, but there was no disguising the twinkle in his eyes as he gazed over at the two of them.
That’s when it hit her—what Dylan was really doing there. He was her consolation prize. Chase was clearly hoping they’d hit it off, and rekindle their old romance, appeasing his guilt for breaking her heart.
Suddenly, her joy in the moment dimmed, but Lana held on to her smile as her gaze shifted to the man seated behind Chase’s desk. He was hunched over, working on the computer and trying to avoid looking at her. There was no disguising how uncomfortable he was or that he looked faintly familiar.
“You remember my brother, Josh.” Dylan followed her gaze, nodding toward the other man who bore a very striking resemblance to him.
“Oh, yeah, the shy one.”
That was putting it politely. From what she recalled, he’d blushed and begun stuttering whenever a good-looking woman came around. Apparently he’d gotten over the speech impediment, but his cheeks still flamed bright red as he glanced quickly up at her and away.
“Actually, he was engaged to a Brazilian swimsuit model until recently,” Dylan informed with a hint of pride in his tone that couldn’t mask the undercurrent of disdain lingering as well.
Clearly the “recently” hadn’t ended well, and that was something Lana knew all about. Realizing they shared that bond made her feel a sense of compassion for the strangely hot geek, and he was hot. Hot enough to make Lana notice. Good-looking genes clearly ran in his family.
“I’m sure you are better off without her,” Lana assured him with a tender smile. “After all, if you were with her, then you couldn’t be here.”
She didn’t add on the “with me,” though Lana knew Chase was hoping that it was implied. That much was clear by his smile and the suggestiveness in his tone as he offered up her services for the rest of the day.
“I was just telling the boys all about our annual festival, and I thought you might be interested in showing them around.”
Chapter 6
Dylan couldn’t take his eyes off of Lana. She was still gorgeous. All tanned, toned, curvy, and naked except for the high heels she managed to wade gracefully across the grass in, she was just like he remembered. She’d filled out a little, grown a little extra muscle, but then so had he.
Of course, his breasts didn’t look half as good as hers. Then again Lana had always had a nice set of tits and never been shy about showing them off, or anything else for that matter. Unable to help himself, Dylan allowed his gaze to skip down past her gorgeous tits to her soft, bared mound.
Lana’s slit glistened with just a hint of arousal, assuring him he’d find her wet if he reached out and tested those folds. He remembered her cunt well. She’d been all tight and slick, an absolutely excellent fuck.
Just the memory had him getting hard, and he barely heard a word she said as she rambled on about her job until she started talking about the harem. Then he was all ears.
“It’s a female-only area where the ladies can relax and be prepped for whatever the men call on them to do.” Lana came to a stop at the crest of a hill to gesture down to the crowds beginning to swell in the fairgrounds below. “As you can see, we have a lot of ladies.”
Dylan barely spared a glance toward the long line of naked women filing into a small, closed tent. He really had eyes for only one woman. Besides, he could get to the rest later. That thought brought a smile to Dylan’s face as his gaze shifted back over Lana’s generous assets, assets that were puckering and straining toward him in obvious delight at being ogled.
He could have bent her over right then and there and taken her without any hesitation, but still Dylan hesitated. Lana was hot and lots of fun, but when would he ever have another chance to engage in a pussy-eating contest?
He wasn’t missing out on that experience, so he better be both quick and good if he wanted to have his appetizer with Lana before the fair started. With that in mind, he moved in close and dropped his voice to a husky purr that left no doubt of the move he was making.
“Lots of ladies,” Dylan agreed, casting a pointed glance back down at the long line of lovelies below. “But none as beautiful as—ohmyGod!”
Dylan forgot everything he was about to say as his gaze locked on the sight of the red-headed, naked pixie chatting with the other women as they all shuffled steadily forward into the tent below.
It couldn’t be…
She wouldn’t dare…
But it was…it was Casey. Casey!
And she was naked. She hadn’t been kidding when she’d said she was going somewhere to be naked most of the time. She’d just forgotten to add, “and stuffed full of cock,” because that’s exactly what she would be once he got his hands on her.
God, was she better formed than he’d ever imagined.
Casey might have been tiny, but her curves were anything but. They were lush and full, and Dylan was going to devour them. Devour her. He was going to fuck her. Fuck her in every single position he’d ever imagined while she’d been smarting off. Even better, he was going to make her beg for it. Beg and plead and call his name, and then he was going to cram every single inch of his aching erection up that tight ass and take her for a ride.
That was just the beginning.
“Dylan?” Lana’s concerned voice broke into his rampaging thoughts and brought him back to the reality of the moment as she stepped intentionally into his line of view. “Are you all right?”
No. Far from it.
“Dylan?”
“Where is the redhead going?” He paused, scowling as he heard the echoes of the crowd. “And why are all those guys calling her firecracker?”
* * * *
Casey couldn’t help but laugh as the men shouted outrageous comments at her. It was a rush not only to be naked and put on display but also to be praised for her abilities. It only added to the liberating sense of freedom she had discovered last night. Being singled out, though, that was the best feeling.
Thankfully her popularity with the men didn’t erode her popularity with the women. Lana hadn’t been lying when she’d said the club was no place for jealousy. At least not about the men—the samples Casey had brought with her were a totally different matter.
By the time the other women were done raiding her luggage, Casey had given out every single business card she’d brought with her, making it a very good day indeed, and it looked as though it was going to get only better. Maybe, possibly even better than last night, which would be a hell of a feat.
Casey still blushed as she felt her blood heating over just the memories of what all those horny, talented men had done to her. She’d let go of her fear and anxiety and just enjoyed the feel of being touched and touching complete strangers with such great intimacy. Besides, in her mind, they hadn’t been strangers.
Instead, they’d all been Dylan…or Josh, de
pending on the roughness of their demands. That was the real secret to how hard she’d come. Not that the Cattlemen weren’t very talented, but the pleasure was more intense whenever she let her mind go and allowed the fantasies to run free.
That’s what this place was all about after all—living a fantasy.
That fantasy was getting a whole lot kinkier, and Casey couldn’t wait. The fair was set, the booth ready, and carnal excesses were beginning, and she couldn’t wait to join in. Hell, she was wet for it.
Finally the moment came, and the attendants called her name—Firecracker. Casey felt a burst of anticipation flood through her as she stepped into line to have her collar leashed to the woman in front of her. A second later the world went dark as the attendant wrapped a blindfold around her head, leaving Casey to rely on her other senses as the leash tugged forward and she was led out into the heat of the day’s sun.
The soft breeze teasing her naked flesh felt like an intimate caress that fueled the sense of exhilaration, making her heart pound and her palms sweat. This was just how it had been the night before. She’d felt as though she was flying so high that she was completely free of all restraints, despite the fact that she was actually bound in a line full of naked women being offered up as some kind of prize to the men hooting and hollering all around.
There was nothing like being appreciated, or desired. Casey felt her cunt swell and thicken with the proof of her excitement. The thick cream scented the air around her as she felt her nipples pucker beneath the lewd and dirty comments being hollered at her. She couldn’t deny that she reveled in the attention, not feeling the slightest bit threatened.
Though she was a tad anxious, uncertain about what came next, but just as Lana had promised, that little tinge of unease only heightened the experience as she was instructed to sit down on a stool. Mindful of the rules she’d learned the previous evening, Casey didn’t hesitate to obey. She even spread her legs wide so her pussy was open for all to see without having to be reminded.
Almost instantly her cunt went soft, swelling with joy as she felt the gazes of dozens of men rake over her intimate flesh. It was a heady rush to know that each one wanted a chance to lick, suck, and fuck her creamy folds. One lucky man was going to get a chance to…eventually.
That thought had her blushing in all sorts of inappropriate places. Casey could feel the heat spreading out from her cunt as the crowd began to chant “Firecracker,” roaring with approval as the warm tide rushed upward to consume her breasts. They swelled, growing heavy with a need that almost distracted her from the attendant’s orders as he commanded her to lift her breasts up and together.
He had to prod her, making Casey rush to obey before she got expelled. The disembodied voice explained that they were participating in the Hit the Tits competition as he tucked a small funnel into her cleavage. Apparently the men all had water guns and would be aiming for the funnel, which would allow the water to run down and fill up the small cup hanging from the chain attached to the clamps.
It was the word “clamp” and the sound of the woman next to her gasping that caught Casey’s attention, but she didn’t have time to put the two together before a set of cold metal teeth bit down over her nipple. Her breath caught as a sudden bloom of pain mushroomed out of her chest, growing in intensity as a second clamp closed over her other tender tit.
Casey was barely aware of the attendant adjusting the little cup that hung down against her stomach, but she felt every motion of the chain. Every tug and shift unleashed a new wave of agonized delight that crashed through her with the force of a tornado and left Casey panting for breath as she fought the sudden urge to reach down and stroke her clit.
The pounding beat of her pulse condensed in the tight bundle of nerves, making her clit swell and throb with a demand that was only fueled by her motions as she squirmed on the seat, wanting to do so much more but not daring to. Besides, the waiting made the release only that much more intense.
She’d learned that last night.
“You okay, Firecracker?” The concerned voice of the attendant helped Casey fortify her control, allowing her to enjoy the deep, delicious ache pulsating out of her clamped tits.
“Oh yeah,” Casey breathed out with a smile that left no doubt of just how she was feeling. “Everything is just perfect.”
* * * *
Dylan’s heart seized as he watched the grin spread across Casey’s face when she spread her legs wide, opening up that pretty, pink pussy for his gaze to devour. She was flushed, swollen, and wet. More importantly, she was smiling with the welcome he’d always dreamed of.
Actually she was more than he dreamed of because it was clear now that his little pixie was actually a red-hot firecracker. Sitting there with her nipples clamped and her big breasts heaving as she flushed with her excitement, there was no masking the truth behind her new nickname.
Casey was dangerous to touch and ready explode.
Really, he should have known. Whether she was smarting off to him, playing a video game with Josh, or yelling at whatever movie had her all hopped up, Casey was full of passion and carnal appetites, which she’d clearly been hiding from him.
Well, not anymore.
Now she was fair game.
With every intention of winning her favors, Dylan joined the crowd as the attendant opened up the booth, hollering out a greeting that welcomed one and all to the Hit the Tits competition. The men surged forward, forcing Dylan to move quickly, but he still wasn’t fast enough and ended up second in the long line that formed before his firecracker.
It was torture standing there waiting to see if the idiot before him actually managed to win and claim the “breast job” that belonged to Dylan. All he knew was that he wouldn’t be responsible for his reaction if that happened. He also knew the other man would end up bloody and Casey would end up being carted out of here over his shoulder.
That thought brought back his smile as a surge of barbarism had his muscles tensing in anticipation. He tried to squelch those urges with the reminder that Chase would be pissed, not to mention Casey, but in the end, his fingers still curled into fists, readying themselves to do what was necessary.
Thankfully it didn’t come to that.
The idiot ahead of him was more frat boy than a true competitor. He let out a hoot as he doused Casey’s breasts in the milk streaming out of his water gun. The moron didn’t even try to hit the funnel. Instead, he aimed for Casey’s lips, which parted to allow her tongue to lick out and catch the creamy drops.
Dylan cheered her on along with everybody else, enjoying the show. After all, Casey did look good in white. She looked even better in the henna tattoos that curled around her body, highlighting her curves and making them appear lush and full.
Those lines were so damn sexy. They made Dylan ache to trace them. He’d start with the tip of his finger and find out just how ticklish she was before he followed with his tongue, tasting every last inch of her. His fists tightened at that thought as the drool puddled in his mouth.
The crowd broke into a roar as a winner was declared down at the other end of the line. It took a few minutes for the attendant to escort the winner and his prize over to the winner’s circle, but then finally it was Dylan’s turn. He didn’t waste time playing around like the fool before him had.
Dylan aimed straight for the funnel, which turned out to be harder than he imagined, given he had to hold the water gun down by his crotch. He still managed to claim a victory, though.
“Congratulations, sir.” The attendant nodded toward him as he came down the line to unhook Casey’s leash from the chair she was perched on. “If you’ll follow me, sir.”
He didn’t ask Casey to do the same but led her over to where comfortable, oversized chairs waited in the winner’s circle. In plain view of everybody, Dylan settled down into his seat while Casey followed the attendant’s commands and knelt down between his legs.
Dylan ignored the lookie-loos, having eyes only for his firecra
cker. A part of him ached to rip off her blindfold and watch her pert, pixie features go wide with shock when she realized who had won her favors, but that moment would be better savored when he had her pinned and penetrated beneath him.
Then he’d reveal his identity and explain how he’d been the one to win all her favors in every competition because that is just what he planned on doing. Nobody, absolutely nobody, was going to touch Casey but him.
That possessive thought hammered through Dylan as the attendant began to run through the rules. He didn’t fight it, simply accepting that he was too jealous to withstand the sight of her with another man. Another woman—that was different matter altogether.
“You’re allowed to touch, stroke, and pet any part of your prize. You are not allowed to kiss, lick, suck, or penetrate any part of her body. You have five minutes. Enjoy.”
With that, the man left Casey completely at Dylan’s mercy, not that he planned on showing her any. Of course, he didn’t have any plan at all, just a bunch of ideas and no sense of where to start. Part of him was just content to sit there and stare down at Casey.
She made a lovely sight wearing nothing but a set of clamps and a smile that made his balls sweat. With her legs spread and the scent of her own hunger perfuming the air, Casey had his cock swelling painfully large. In fact, he didn’t even think he’d ever been this hard before.
An erection that size should be put to good use. It should be put some place hot, wet, and tight…or someplace soft and velvety. Eyeing Casey’s plump tits, all flushed and swollen and swinging softly with her every breath, Dylan found the perfect place to start with.
“Come closer.”
Growling over his words, he tried to mask the familiarity of his voice beneath a harsh tone. That was easily done thanks to the savage satisfaction that cut through him as Casey obeyed his command. That was sexy, almost as hot as the husky tenor in her soft murmur.
“Is that better, sir?”
Even thick with lust, there was still no disguising the hint of laughter lurking in Casey’s question. She was trying hard to act submissive, but Dylan knew her well enough to see the truth. Casey was amused, amused and plotting, which meant she was up to no good. Given the circumstances, Dylan figured he had a right to start sweating, especially when she shifted, allowing her breasts to brush up against the inside of his thighs as she bent forward over the thick bulge tenting his jeans.