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

by Jenny Penn

  Just the thought filled him with a feral contentment that faded slightly along with the pleasure as Casey collapsed against him. Yeah, a kid would be nice but would probably interfere with the amount of time he got to spend naked and playing with the baby’s mama. Right then, Josh would rather be making the babies than actually having to raise them.

  The cell phone he’d dumped on the coffee table earlier cut into his wayward thoughts with its shrill ring. The sound drew Josh’s gaze back toward the Scrabble board littered with letters and the phone sitting right beside it. He’d have liked to ignore it, but that was never really an option. The problem with running a business was that he never really got to take a true vacation.

  Not that Casey could complain. She’d had to field her own business calls, which had been kind of amusing, given he and Dylan had done everything they could think of to distract her while she was handling whatever problems had cropped up with the store or their suppliers.

  Josh had to give her points for being able to focus no matter what, but right then, it was his turn to force himself to do what was necessary, even as much as he hated to move. Sighing, he patted Casey on the ass and roused her from the nap she appeared ready to take.

  “Sorry, Firecracker, but I got to get that.”

  With that apology, he lifted her up by the hips, grimacing against the torturous pleasure of feeling her sheath glide over his still-throbbing length. Her muscles clamped around him like a vise, making it all the harder for him not to slam her back down. The twitch of Casey’s lips assured Josh that she not only knew about his inner struggle but had tempted him on purpose, no doubt to punish him for making her move.

  He’d return the favor later, but, right then, Josh dropped Casey onto the couch beside him and quickly adjusted his jeans before he gave in to the renewed rush of lust pounding through his veins. Casey didn’t like being denied. She made that clear with a scowl before rising up with a huff and storming haughtily off toward the bedroom.

  Josh watched her go, eyeing the firm cheeks of her ass as they bounced with every slap of her bare feet against the floor. Firecracker—the guys had named her well because she sure was hot when she got all riled up, which was exactly what she was, though Josh knew it had nothing to do with the phone ringing.

  Casey was more than understanding about the demands of business. On the other hand, she was a sore loser and pissed that he’d crushed her in Scrabble. As usual when he won, Josh claimed her cunt as a prize. Sometimes he had her feed it to him, other times he had her play with it, and more often than not, he had her mount up and take him for a ride.

  He considered that a charitable attitude, given that Casey claimed more humiliating prizes, like having Dylan paint her toenails. That, actually, had been amusing to watch. Of course, she’d made Josh do a strip dance for her, with the curtains open. She and Dylan had a hell of a laugh over that one.

  Then again, she and Dylan shared a lot of laughs these days. They were like two perverted peas in a pod. Josh kind of considered himself the pod, given, without him, the two little peas would probably roll around haphazardly and, no doubt, do a good bit of damage. Everybody should be so lucky to have a pod, Josh thought as Casey disappeared into the bedroom, allowing his attention to turn to the phone still ringing.

  He picked up the small cell and glanced at the name flashing on the screen before answering. It was Dylan. Given he was supposed have returned over a half-hour ago, Josh could only assume he wasn’t calling with good news

  “Yeah? What’s up, man?”

  * * * *

  Casey allowed herself to smile once she was sure that Josh couldn’t see her anymore, or hear her, because all too quickly her grin turned into a cascade of giggles as she recalled the look on his face when he’d won. He’d been so cute, and even a little smug.

  Of course, that was because Josh considered himself the smartest in the group. Technically he might have been. After all, he was the straight-A student who had graduated with honors and a full scholarship to college. She and Dylan, on the other hand, were blessed with a different type of smarts.

  One of her special talents was actually her vocabulary. Her mother used to do crossword puzzles while in the bathroom, leaving a dictionary that Casey had read out of sheer boredom on more than one occasion. That meant she didn’t lose in Scrabble unless, of course, she wanted to.

  Normally Casey hated losing, but Dylan and Josh made it more tempting to throw a game than to win at it. After all, whoever won got to claim a prize. The guys almost always demanded a sexual favor, which always ended with her begging, pleading, and coming hard enough to leave her shaking. They were that good.

  Good enough that she was not only a little sore but also kind of sensitive, enough so that even the spray of hot water from the shower’s body jets felt like a sensual caress. It was as though she was in a constant state of arousal, and she wasn’t alone.

  Not in her need or in the shower.

  Casey’s smile took on a wicked curl as Josh stepped up behind her. He’d stripped down before joining her in the shower. As he pressed in against her, she could feel the heat and hardness of his muscles flexing against her. That wasn’t all she felt.

  Despite the fact that he had shot a full load not minutes ago, Josh’s dick was once again swollen and ready for action. Casey could easily guess what kind of action he was looking for, too, given the way he ground the velvety length of his erection into the crease dividing the cheeks of her ass.

  “I thought you already claimed your victory?” Casey murmured as she wiggled back against him, nestling the thick dick deeper between the swollen globes.

  Josh didn’t take her up on the invitation, though. Instead, his arm stretched around her side to reach out and grasp the washcloth clutched in her hand along with the bar of soap hidden in it. With slow, deliberate movements, he bathed her, tending to her with a tender care that had Casey melting back against his chest.

  Letting her eyes drift closed, she gave her will over to him, allowing Josh to do as he pleased, even when his touch became more intimate. He brushed his hands over the generous curves of her breasts, massaging her heavy flesh with a gentle touch while the rough rasp of the washcloth teased the puckered peaks of her nipples.

  The contrast had her moaning and arching into the delicious pleasure, but it almost immediately ended. Not that she could complain. Casey didn’t have the breath to. Caught on a groan, she gasped silently as every muscle in her body tensed with anticipation when Josh’s hand slid slowly down over the quivering muscles of her stomach to cup her mound in the broad heat of his palm.

  Her cunt wept as her legs shifted, opening the pink, puffy lips of her pussy to the coarse invasion of the washrag wrapped around his fingertips. He took every care to clean every inch of her intimate flesh, inside and out. With each stroke of the terry cloth through her folds, another shimmer of delight twisted through her, fueling the need boiling inside her into an inferno that had Casey pumping her ass against the massive cock still lodged between her cheeks.

  This time her insistent demand drew a response, as Josh dropped the rag to gather the thick cream coating her cunt up on his fingers. Then those magical tips slid back to tease the ring of muscles protecting the entrance to her ass once again. Unlike before, though, he didn’t hesitate to press inward.

  Casey whimpered and twisted, bending over at the waist as she offered herself up to the delicious ecstasy of being penetrated from behind. With slow, smooth strokes, Josh teased her with a taste of what was to come as he lubricated her tight channel up before replacing his fingers with the flared, bulbous head of his cock.

  He held her steady as he slowly screwed the thick length of his dick all the way in. Stretching her muscles wide, Josh didn’t stop until the heavy sac of his balls pressed against the weeping lips of her pussy. He treated her to a tantalizing pump that had Casey squealing with a rush of decadent delight. It flared with a hot, sparkly bolt that raced up her spine as the hands clutching he
r hips began to force her to rise back up.

  The motion had her ass clenching down tight around the thick width of his erection as the bliss flooding her pelvis mushroomed outward in a bloom of bright rapture that had her whimpering once again. The sweet sensation sharpened, growing more intense as Josh reached back around her to kill the spray of hot water raining down over them.

  Her knees went weak, her mind blank, and every nerve in her body popped and fizzled with a euphoric rush as Josh straightened again, giving her another little twist of his hips that had his cock grinding against the sensitive walls of her ass. He stroked those ecstatic flares as he rolled his hips in a constant motion that had her gasping and paying little attention as he captured her wrists and lifted her arms over her head.

  She barely noticed as he bound her wrists in the cuffs that hung down from the ceiling. All Casey was aware of in that moment was the titillating pleasure blinding her to all else, including the sight of Dylan strutting fully clothed into the shower stall.

  If she had noticed him, then she might have also taken note of the gleam in his eye. It warned of his dark intent, but Casey hung there, perched on Josh’s cock, happily oblivious of anything but the hands curling around her thighs and lifting her right off her feet.

  Little did she know how much trouble she was in.

  * * * *

  Dylan smiled, eyeing Casey as she dangled there helpless and flushed. Impaled on Josh’s cock with her ass cheeks holding him tight, she wore a smile, a few sexy tattoos, and nothing else. That’s just how he liked her. Hell, he more than liked her.

  He was in love.

  He wasn’t alone. Dylan could read the truth in the dark depths of Casey’s gaze. They shined with a light that assured him that he was not only welcome. He was wanted. If he had any doubt, all he had to do was glance down toward the pink, swollen folds of her pussy, weeping with a need that only he and Josh could satisfy.

  Like an offering, Josh held her up as both he and Casey waited for Dylan to make his move. He hesitated, allowing the moment to thicken with a tense anticipation as he slowly took in Casey in all her naked glory. Her nipples were hard, the heavy mounds of her breasts heaving, and the muscles of her stomach quivering with visible shivers while her cunt was wet, the thick cream dripping down over the swollen balls tucked tight up against her ass.

  “Is it time to double up?”

  The husky invitation in Casey’s tone licked over Dylan like a flame, sending tendrils of heat racing down his spine to flood his balls and swell through his cock until he was hard enough to feel each individual tooth of his zipper biting into his sensitive length.

  He had more than three-eighths of an inch on Josh now. Dylan was certain of it but in no mood to go get the ruler. He had other plans in mind. So did Casey.

  “Because, you know, that is my favorite afternoon treat.”

  Casey licked her lips as she eyed him hungrily, leaving no doubt of what she was looking to get a taste of. Neither did she bother to disguise the challenge in her tone, and Dylan wasn’t one to back down from a dare, and neither was he one to threaten.

  He liked to deliver.

  That’s just what he intended to do as he strode forward to kneel down before Casey’s cunt, but he didn’t give in to the temptation to lean forward and take a taste. Instead, he reached for the shower’s handheld wand and clicked on the cold water.

  “Hmm…” Casey purred as the twinkle in her beautiful eyes grew into a mischievous glint. “I think I’m going to like this even betteeeer.”

  Her words ended in a squeal as her whole body jerked beneath the frigid blast of water he aimed at her open cunt. Almost instantly her shrieks turned into full gales of laughter as her toes curled and her legs bowed, lifting her whole body into the cold spray.

  That wasn’t the reaction he’d expected. It appeared as if the only person he’d punished was his brother. Josh’s jaw clenched as he struggled to control Casey’s motions. Dylan could easily imagine the strain his brother was under. He’d been there before, buried balls deep in Casey’s ass while she wiggled and squirmed her way toward a release.

  Dylan didn’t take mercy on Josh, though. His brother would either hold strong or break, and that was his problem. Dylan’s was getting Casey’s attention. The cold water wasn’t working, so he tried spanking her pussy. That only had her begging for more, proving just how hard it was to actually punish a little vixen like Casey.

  Over the past few days, he and Josh had discovered that only one thing really worked—denial.

  Chapter 21

  Dylan let himself drown in Casey’s intoxicating taste. The heady flavor of her arousal had him forgetting just what he was about for long minutes. It was only when her cunt clenched around his tongue, rippling with the beginning of her release as she thanked God that Dylan remembered he didn’t want her that appreciative.

  Resisting the wicked delight of fucking his tongue back into Casey’s cunt, he fought the urge to lick his way back up her spasming walls. She was a hot, tasty treat and one that was pitching a full-on fit. Leaning back on his heels, Dylan watched as Josh tried to hold on as Casey fought both his hold and her cuffs.

  She could squirm and cuss as much as she wanted. She wasn’t going anywhere, and he wasn’t going to let her come until he got his answers. That was that.

  “You ready to listen to me now?” he asked, testing the waters and finding them bitter.

  “You’re a son of a bitch,” Casey all but snarled, glaring down at him so prettily.

  Dylan took her response for a no and sighed. He guessed he still had a point to prove. That’s just what he did as he trapped the swollen clit under the heavy press of his thumb. Dylan gave the sensitive bundle of nerves a rough roll that brought her squeak back to a squeal.

  “Let’s get one thing straight,” Dylan started again as he glanced up to catch Casey’s gaze. “You are a naughty girl, and you are—”

  “I am not!” Casey instantly interrupted to defend herself, managing to sound indignant despite her position. “I didn’t do anything to deserve thi—”

  This time when he spanked her open cunt, Casey had a more appropriate response. She gasped, a heavy sound of passion that matched the deep flush that flooded across her creamy folds. Dylan treated himself to another quick taste, drawing a whimper from Casey before he leaned back.

  “As I was saying,” he began again. “You are naughty, little girl, and you are going to answer all my questions honestly, or you will be punished. Understood?”

  Casey’s chin stuck out at a stubborn angle, and she remained mutinously silent, but that didn’t last any longer than it took Dylan to spank another gasp out of her. Her pouty lips parted over her breathless answer as she finally caved.

  “Yes.”

  He didn’t believe her, but Dylan gave Casey a chance to save herself. even though he knew that she was about to lie to him again.

  “Then let’s start with something simple,” he suggested. “Why don’t you tell me why you’re here?”

  “I thought that was obvious. Because I wanted to get lai—”

  Casey cried out as, this time, Dylan snapped a little jeweled clamp over her clit. Flushing a brilliant shade of red, her breathing dissolved into chaotic gasps that quickly thickened into heavy pants that assured him she’d caught enough of her breath to answer.

  “Why are you here, Casey?”

  “Why do you keep asking me the same—ah! Okay! Okay! I’ll tell you,” Casey hollered as she squirmed, desperately trying to avoid the frigid blast and making Josh sweat.

  Dylan could tell his brother wasn’t going to last much longer. Hopefully, he wouldn’t have to. Holding on to a vain thread of hope that Casey might actually be ready to confess, he clicked the showerhead off and gave her another chance to come clean.

  “We’re waiting,” Dylan pressed almost immediately, knowing the longer it took her to answer was simply more time she spent on figuring out a better lie.

  “Yes, I
know,” Casey snapped, clearly irritated.

  That was a dead giveaway that something was wrong. They’d been tormenting her for days, playing games a lot rougher than this, and she had laughed her way through them all. She should have been laughing right then, but instead, she looked worried.

  “Just give me a moment,” Casey pleaded, her tone betraying her anguish. “You know, this isn’t easy.”

  Dylan could believe that. He was asking her to betray a friend, something he would never have done except for Casey. Asking for the same from her didn’t seem as if he was asking too much.

  “What isn’t easy?” Dylan demanded to know.

  Casey took a deep breath and appeared to center herself before meeting his gaze and answering with an honesty that was almost believable thanks to the blush racing across her cheeks. “Admitting that I…followed you here. You know, I’ve wanted you both for so long, and the thought of you with all these other women…”

  “That’s sweet.” Dylan smiled as he caught his brother’s eye. He knew exactly what Josh was thinking, just what he was aching to say. He put him out of his misery, by saying it for him. “The only problem with that theory is that you arrived the day before us.”

  “I saw your invitation,” Casey responded with an agility most liars didn’t have.

  “Our invitation was verbal and given over a phone.”

  “Then I overheard you,” Casey snapped as she dared to glare down at him. “Why do you have to be so damn difficult about this? It’s a sex club. Why do most people come to one of those?”

  “You’re not most people.” And Dylan was glad for it.

  “What do you want to hear me say?” Casey asked in exasperation. “That I’m desperate? That I’m pathetic? That I haven’t been laid in over a month? And that I was tired of wearing out the batteries of my favorite vibrator? I mean, really? Can’t you let me have a little dignity?”