Educating Casey [Cattleman's Club 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Jenny Penn

  Josh should have been satiated. So should his brother. Dylan had come all damn day long, but apparently he hadn’t lied when he’d bragged all those times about his stamina. Not only was he hard but he still had the strength to hold her close as Josh seemed to lean in on both of them.

  She let him catch his breath as she leaned back to offer Dylan a satisfied smile, along with a rare compliment. “I guess you weren’t lying. You really can go all night.”

  Dylan didn’t take the opportunity she offered him to gloat, which would not only have been his right but also very much like him. More worrisome than his lack of response was the scowl he beamed down at her. He looked so serious that, for the first time ever, he reminded her of Josh.

  “And what about you, quiet boy? Never figured you for being an ass man.”

  “You’re my first,” he admitted, not sounding particularly happy about that fact, though he certainly felt it.

  He might not have the strength to stand on his own, but his cock was just as hard and swollen as it had been minutes ago. Neither did his tone soften as he grumbled over his complaint.

  “But I wasn’t your first, was I?”

  Jealousy tinged Josh’s tone, sending another thrill racing up her spine. As wickedly delightful as that prickle of sensation was, Casey didn’t have any interest in stoking it, especially not if it meant hurting Josh. So she tried for diplomacy with just a touch of honesty.

  “No, but you were one of the best.”

  That might not have come out sounding as sincere as it should have, but it was hard to fake a serious tone when she was feeling so damn good. Hell, she was feeling better than good. She was feeling ready for a nap.

  “Casey, we need to talk.”

  “What?” Alarmed by that simple statement and shocked that it had come from Dylan, Casey blinked and shook her head. “Oh, no. No. No. No.”

  “Yes,” Dylan insisted, seeming intent on ruining the moment.

  “No.” Casey wouldn’t let him ruin it. She was feeling too damn good right then to get all serious.

  “Casey—”

  “No! We don’t. Not about this. Not now.” Casey paused before adding on, “Not ever.”

  It could just be what it was, and then there wouldn’t be any need for consequences. That was the theory. The reality was that she was stuck, quite literally, and there wasn’t much she could do about that fact but whine…or yell.

  “Casey—”

  “No!”

  “That’s—”

  “No!”

  “Damn it, let me—”

  “No!”

  “Enough!” Josh interjected, lifting a hand to clamp it around her mouth. “Dylan has something he wants to say, and you’re going to listen.”

  She was not. Casey let that be known by taking a nip at Josh’s palm, which bought her freedom and a few curses. She ignored those and spoke fast, knowing just what to say to put an end to this uncomfortable conversation.

  “I came here for one reason and one reason only, so you two can either put out or get out, got me?”

  Chapter 15

  Casey issued that ultimatum, knowing just what choice both brothers would make. At least, she thought she did. Her confidence, however, faded slightly at Dylan’s dour look. He should have been smiling and bragging and all too eager to do it again.

  Instead, he stepped back, pulling free and clear of the clinging depths of her pussy. Casey whimpered as his heavy weight dragged over the sensitive walls of her sheath. Her cunt wept over the loss, clinging to the last delightful shivers racing up through as her ass clenched around the cock still buried deep in it.

  Her hope that Dylan would pound himself back inside of her and teach her a lesson for daring to challenge him died, though, as Dylan turned and simply walked away. He headed toward the back bedroom and, no doubt, the bathroom beyond, leaving Casey quite literally at Josh’s mercy.

  She couldn’t help but wonder if he planned on giving her a lecture. After all, he was known for them, but Josh didn’t say a word as he lifted her straight off his dick and dumped her back onto her own feet. Casey’s legs trembled, and her breath caught as she waited to see if he followed his brother out the room, and in that second, Casey realized the magnitude of what had just happened.

  Dylan was probably done with her. Whatever her feelings, she knew where she stood with him—alongside a lot of other women who didn’t mean anything to him. Sex was like any other hunger to him, and Dylan liked a different meal every night. While that thought cut deep, she knew there was no fighting it.

  Josh was different. He was her friend. Her good friend, and she didn’t want to lose that, didn’t want to lose him. Casey had reason to hope she wouldn’t and that they could possibly just expand on their current relationship.

  That seemed to be his very thought as he reached down to pull the used condom off and flicked it at the trashcan before snatching up another. Casey’s gaze followed his motion, her eyes rounding on the large pile of condoms at the ready. There had to be over two dozen, and she couldn’t go that long. Neither was Casey convinced that both brothers could, but they could trade off.

  That thought hit just as Josh settled back onto the exam chair. He beckoned her forward with a nod and an invitation that sent a dark curl of need unfurling through her.

  “Come on, Firecracker, let’s see what you got.”

  The challenge was there in his tone and in the hard look he shot her. Casey recognized that glint in his eyes. Josh was enjoying himself. Unlike his brother, he seemed completely content with the current situation.

  That thought sent a shiver through Casey as she climbed up onto his lap, aware of his gaze tracking the swing of her breasts before he tipped his head to the side to catch a glimpse of her cunt. She was more than willing to let him have a look but was torn about whether she should let him have a ride or a taste.

  Both ideas left her wet. Her clit tingled with a shivery ache for the feel of his tongue lapping at her sensitive bud while her cunt clenched at the very sight the large, oversized cock standing proud as a flagpole between his legs. She’d never have thought he’d be such a big man.

  She’d known, however, that he was well cut and liked to work out. Knowing, though, was different than feeling the heat of his corded muscles pressing against the moist folds of her cunt as she settled down over his stomach, careful to avoid the erection sheathed in the flesh-colored condom.

  It was a shame he’d gotten all dressed up. Casey would have liked to take a taste. That thought renewed her confidence as she remembered one important point. When it came to sex, she was the pervert and Josh was as close to a virgin as she’d ever gotten. Hell, he’d already confessed to being at least one type of virgin.

  Casey bet there were all sorts of things Josh hadn’t tried before. All sorts of things she could be his first for. That thought warmed her through as she smiled down at him. He didn’t return the gesture.

  He couldn’t, not without unclenching his jaw. That’s when Casey realized that Josh was drawn tense and tight, braced for whatever she planned next. He knew. He was going down.

  With that intent in mind, she bent down to rub her smooth cheek across the stubbled length of his, allowing the tips of her breast to tease the heated flesh of his chest as she captured his lips in a kiss meant to prove just who was in command of this moment. He didn’t fight her but opened his mouth to the invasion of her tongue.

  It was a trap, but Casey realized that too late. Already she was drunk and addicted to the warm honey and beer taste of his kiss. The sweet and heady flavor intoxicated her, making her forget for a moment everything at stake.

  Instead, she lost herself in the pleasure thickening in her veins as his tongue rallied to challenge hers. They dueled, a wicked and fierce battle that had Casey melting into Josh’s embrace as his arms closed around her. He held her tight as if afraid to let go, or, perhaps, that was her own fear.

  That thought sank through her right along with the fear itse
lf. Things were moving too fast. They were too intense. She stood to lose too much if she didn’t get a hold of herself. Pulling back, she gasped, straining for breath and sanity as she desperately tried to remember the point of all this—to enslave Josh with lust.

  With defenses fortified and her determination renewed, Casey twisted to capture his big, thick dick in her fist. Gazing down at him as she watched his reaction, Casey squeezed and pumped his rigid flesh, learning just how he liked to be stroked, which turned out to be any and all ways.

  With a growl, he reached back to cover her fist with his own while the other buried itself in her hair to drag her back down to meet his kiss. This time he took command, but there was no controlling the wild flare of passion that ignited from the still-smoldering embers of a hunger that that hadn’t been completely satiated by their recent release.

  All too quickly the need that had been there, burning beneath the surface for years, raged back out of control. Fueled by a lust that demanded action, Casey was all too eager to assist when Josh’s fingers tightened around hers, but instead of forcing her into a faster rhythm, he ripped her hand away from his engorged flesh as his other hand dropped back to her waist. It took both hands, though, for him to lift her up and bring her back down over the flared head of his cock.

  He hesitated there to growl up at her. “Look at me!”

  Casey’s eyes fluttered open as her gaze locked on his. He held her captive with the dark hunger swirling in his eyes as he forced her down his thick length even as his hips flexed upward, sheathing his long, hard cock deep within her, driving the intensity of the moment ever higher.

  He wasn’t just penetrating her body. He was branding her as his. She could feel his claim searing through her as his thick dick stretched her wide as she sank all the way down over his heated length. This was so much more than simply sex, and as Casey felt Josh shift beneath her, pumping that thick cock of his deep within her, she knew that she was being claimed in some primal, feral way.

  A part of her craved his ownership, his domination. He was hard, hot, and strong, each thrust proving that he was more than man enough to keep her happy for the rest of her days…if only they could have those days. That thought whispered through Casey as she gave her body over to the ecstasy, making her arch and cry out as she met him thrust for thrust.

  Her soul, though, she clung to, trying desperately to protect it and her heart. It was a futile effort. In that moment, there was no him, no her. There was only them. They were as one, moving in perfect rhythm. Together they reached the same pinnacle and hurtled off of it.

  Knowing that Josh shared in the ecstasy flooding through her made it all the more intense, and Casey cried out his name as she collapsed on top of Josh, her hips still flexing and fucking with an instinctive urge to chase after the delight cascading through her until she’d worn herself completely out.

  Sighing with a soul-deep sense of satisfaction, Casey smiled as she snuggled into Josh’s chest, enjoying being just being held by him. He smelled so good…and felt even better. God, she’d never had it better, except maybe for his brother.

  That dirty, wicked thought had a giggle bubbling up to her lips. She was half tempted to share it with Josh, but he beat her to the punch and spoke up first.

  “Now, you were about to explain to me why you are here.”

  She should have known. There was no way that Dylan wanted to talk and Josh didn’t. The only difference between the two brothers was how they went about getting what they wanted. That didn’t change the fact that the best way to handle both of them, given the situation, was to make sure things didn’t grow too intense.

  “What do you think?” she murmured as she feathered little teasing kisses across his chest in a blatant attempt to distract him. “I’m here for the same reason you are, stud, to have a little fun…or a whole lot of it,” Casey corrected herself, tossing him a wink as she rolled her hips, unleashing a shower of sparkly delight that had her moaning as she tried to repeat the move, but Josh held her steady, refusing to allow her to even have a hint of fun. Her moan turned to a groan as her smile dipped upside down.

  “Don’t be a killjoy, Josh.” Casey wiggled pointedly in his hold. “I’m not sitting here because I’m in the mood for some deep conversation.”

  “Casey—”

  “Come on, quiet boy,” Casey cajoled him with a sexy smile as she teased both him and herself with a gentle rub of the hardened tips of her breasts against his chest in a provocative gesture that she matched with a sultry purr. “There is no need to talk when you can just show me what you want.”

  * * * *

  What Josh wanted was Casey, and not just for a week, but that wasn’t what she was offering him. She was offering him this moment, and he would be a fool not to take it. He might have only a week, but he would use that time to enslave Casey to the pleasure only he and Dylan could give her.

  When the week ended, hopefully she wouldn’t have the ability to walk away. Hell, she wouldn’t have the ability to walk if he gave in to all the needs burning through him. He knew Casey thought she was the pervert, but he had a whole lot to show her.

  Four years’ worth of fantasies, to be precise, with even more springing to mind by the second. They’d get to them all, but first he had to fuck the need swelling in his balls back to a low simmer. He couldn’t help but wonder how many times he was going to have to come to finally reach a state where he felt anywhere near rational.

  It wasn’t going to be any time soon, not with Casey sitting there perched on his cock with her soft, velvety sheath squeezing him tight in a creamy, heated vise that assured him she was far from tired. Instead, she was hot, wet, and grinning down at him with a lecherous gleam in her eyes.

  “That is, of course, if you are willing to give me equal measure?”

  Casey already had that kind of power over him, but Josh wasn’t crazy enough to admit it. He’d known her long enough to know just how she’d abuse that sort of power. While he was sure he’d enjoy the torture, Josh wanted to enjoy a different treat right then.

  “Give you?” Josh smirked as he loosened his hold on her hips. “I only got one thing to give you, Firecracker, and you’re already sitting on it.”

  That earned him a laugh as Casey shook her head at him. “Have I ever told you how cute you are when you lose an argument?”

  “Who said anything about losing?”

  In fact, Josh was planning on claiming victory in a few short seconds. Casey might have known that if she’d bothered to take note of Dylan sneaking back into the room. Josh didn’t know what the hell his brother had been up to, but he knew what he was planning right then, especially when he picked up the flogger.

  “Well, let me be the first to tell you that you are cute when you’re bossy, adorable when you think you’re about to win, and downright fuckable when you talk dirty, so go on and say something nasty to me, quiet boy,” Casey teased him with a giggle. “Go on and tell me how much you like sucking on my cunt…or haven’t you had a taste?”

  “Yeah,” Josh drew out that word with slow satisfaction as he recalled just how much fun that had been. “You are addictive, but your ass…”

  “That was so much more fun, huh?” Casey smiled smugly, enjoying the memory herself.

  “Nope.” Josh shook his head as he relaxed back on the seat, getting comfortable for the coming show as Dylan came to a stop directly behind Casey. “But it is about to glow red.”

  “Wha—”

  Casey’s question ended in a scream before she could even finish asking it as Dylan snapped the leather tassels across her ass. She jerked upward with the blow, those big beautiful tits of hers bouncing while her cunt slid up over Josh’s shaft before milking its way back down.

  It took all of his effort not to let his eyes roll back behind his suddenly heavy lids as the pleasure of being ridden flooded through his veins, but Josh fought back against the need to come, not wanting to miss a moment of what came next.

  * *
* *

  Casey was on fire. The flames licking over her were being driven higher and higher by the velvet tassels cracking across her ass and driving her to pump her hips and fuck herself up and down Josh’s thick length while he sat there watching her with a smile. He looked so damn sexy, and felt even better.

  It was almost more than she could take, but it was barely a drop of what she could give. If they wanted to make a show out of her, then she would give them both one. Twisting at the waist, she turned to snatch the tassels flying toward her right out of the air in one hand while the other came to cup her breast and lift it upward.

  “You know that’s really not necessary,” Casey stated in a voice clear enough to impress even her.

  She definitely managed to get Dylan’s attention. Their gazes collided and locked. She could easily read the hunger darkening in his as she dipped her chin to bury it in the soft, plump curve of her breast and allowed her tongue to lick out over her nipple. Casey kissed the pebbled bud, letting the pleasure of her own tasting soak through her before daring to tempt Dylan by releasing his whip.

  “Besides, I’m sure there are better things you could be doing to my ass.” Casey turned back to confront Josh, leaving Dylan to smolder behind her as she taunted his brother. “And you, quiet boy, give me your hand.”

  She held hers out expectantly, ignoring Josh’s raised brow and his amused smirk, certain that he would obey. He was too curious of a man not to. He also happened to be a man who knew what to do with the challenge, just like Dylan.

  After a moment Josh laid his hand in hers. Casey didn’t hesitate to bring those blunt fingers to rest over the curve of her mound before issuing a challenge she knew she might live to regret.

  “This is a pussy. You pet it,” she informed him as she stretched over him to dangle the tips of her breast right over his lips. “And these are tits. You suck them…and this is an ass.” She wiggled her butt, lifting it up into the air before casting a pointed glance back at Dylan. “You fuck it. Any questions?”