Mandy's Homebound Cowboys

by Regale, Rhea

  “Craig, look at Mandy’s pretty breasts. Her nipples are puckering for some play,” Brody said, roaming his thumb around her areola. She tried to twist into his touch, but he tsked. “Remember what you told me the other night? I’m well prepared to bind you, so you don’t move.”

  “Damn it, Brody. This ain’t fair,” Mandy whined.

  “Sweetheart, you’ll be singin’ a different song in a little while,” Craig assured. He peeled back the separated side of her panties, the tips of his fingers sliding across her wet pussy. Mandy sucked in a sharp breath, her body tensing, her eyes dropping and colliding with Craig’s. He placed her foot on his knee and ripped through the small piece of fabric Brody had left intact, letting it fall from her body to a sopping pile on the floor. He let out a low whistle and looked up at Brody. “She’s ripe for a good suck.”

  “And a good fuck,” Brody added. “We need to make sure she knows who she belongs to.”

  Craig slung her leg over his shoulder, spreading her for his eyes. He wrapped his arms around her thigh and traced her labia with two fingers, spreading her nether lips to expose the throbbing mass of nerves at the head of her pussy. Brody plucked one of her nipples, sending a sting knocking around her body. He pinched her again, holding onto her nipple, applying pressure until her one knee trembled and she began to sink.

  “Oh god,” she gasped, undulating her hips as the bite of pain swelled into a new pleasure. Craig’s thumb pressed against her clit. She whimpered, riding the path of his thumb to her entrance.

  “Easy, baby. You ain’t gonna come now,” Brody promised, that wicked smirk and confident wink leaving her dizzy.

  “No, you’re not,” Craig murmured. He circled her slick opening, moving away each time she tried to sit on his thumb and find a brief moment of relief. “You smell so good, Amanda.”

  “Aw, please, Craig. Give me somethin’,” Mandy begged, sucking her lip between her teeth and biting down.

  “Is she this eager to come all the time?” Brody asked. Craig chuckled, inching his thumb deep into her body.

  “Oh, oh, yes!” Mandy crooned. Her eyes closed, her head dropping back against the wall. She rocked against Craig’s touch while the teasing sensations Brody implemented against her nipple injected wave after wave of tremors. Craig twisted his thumb, the rough pad stroking a sensitive area inside her pussy. “Craig, touch me again. Uh, oh. That feels so nice.”

  “That little G-spot of yours achin’ for some attention?” Craig asked.

  “Yes.”

  “Eager and demandin’,” Brody observed. The pressure on her nipple intensified. Her eyes jerked open. Brody shook his head. “Think we should get her in the shower, but first…”

  Craig’s mouth clamped over her clit. Mandy cried out, his strong suckle slinging her at lightning speed up the mountain of pleasure to the very peak. He fucked her pussy with his thumb, drinking her juice, and all the while she was spinning out of control.

  “Craig, oh Craig!”

  That crest came, but he didn’t deliver her into bliss. Gasping for air, and moaning quietly against the fierce jolts of pre-orgasm that shook her to the bone, her head dropped forward. Craig shifted onto his heels, gingerly licking her dew from his lips. His eyes were nearly as dark as Brody’s, a swirling storm of desire throbbing around him.

  Brody released the bindings holding her arms up. Her knees buckled, and she collapsed forward, catching Craig’s shoulders. He rolled her onto her back, his steely berth hovering over her. Mandy traced her bottom lip with her tongue, tipping her chin and turning her mouth to him. His fingers grabbed her chin in a light grip, those mind-numbing eyes searching deep into her soul.

  “Go ’head, cowboy. Kiss me,” she challenged on a sexually-charged husk. She arched her hips into his, feeling his hard cock still packaged in those sinful jeans. “I dare you.”

  He rocked against her, firing the blaze already searing through her pussy. She combed her fingers into his silky hair, loving the dark playfulness in his expression.

  Slowly, she leaned up into him, parting her lips. She cinched her fingers into a fist, anchoring her hand in his hair. He hissed as she yanked him to the side and rolled him onto his back. “You want rough, boy?” She straddled his hips, her hands beside his head, and bowed, her breasts sliding along his chest. “I’ll give it to you.”

  “I betchya you will,” Craig groaned. His gaze shifted a split second before a sharp sting erupted against her ass. Craig’s arms whipped around her, pinning her flat to his chest.

  “Oh yeah, baby,” Brody said in a gravelly tone, kneeling down beside them. Mandy struggled in Craig’s hold, her ass wiggling back and forth. Brody’s hand rubbed rough circles against her rear cheek.

  Thwack!

  “Ohhh,” Mandy moaned, a fresh wave of cream sliding through her nether lips. She dropped her head to Craig’s chest, the powerful beat of his heart filling her mind as the crack of Brody’s hand against her flesh sent her into a new state of arousal. “Yesss. More.”

  Brody smacked her again, prickles of delight spreading through her core and pooling in her clit. Her muscles melted beneath the wicked assault.

  “God, Brody. That’s makin’ me hot.”

  “Baby, I can see that. Juice is spillin’ from your pussy.”

  Thwack!

  Mandy crooned, the throbbing of her ass matching the dense pulse in her cunt.

  “Craig, how’s she doin’?”

  “Her heart’s racin’.” Craig tipped her head up to meet his gaze. “Lovely. Absolutely lovely, Amanda. Passion couldn’t paint another as lovely as you.”

  Brody’s fingers slid over her anus, leaving a trail of cool wetness through the valley of her ass. She stiffened. Craig held her head steady, his thumb plucking her bottom lip. The subtle scent of her arousal touched her nostrils, the lingering essence of her earthy flavor from his appendage seeping into her mouth. The corners of his lips lifted in a shadowed grin.

  “You taste so good,” he whispered, sending her face into a fiery explosion. “Sit back, sweetheart.”

  Brody’s arms hooked around her hips and tipped her ass up. Mandy held her breath, anticipating the pain of the butt plug.

  “She’s nervous, Brode. Be easy,” Craig said.

  “Baby, I won’t hurt you. Relax this tight anus of yours,” Brody cooed, but when Mandy felt the tip of the cool plastic, she all but relaxed.

  “That’s a big plug,” Mandy noted. Craig released her head, and she craned her neck to watch Brody. He circled his finger around the rosette of her anus, soothing her anxiety. She wanted this. She wanted to know what it felt like to have two men fill her, and more specifically, these two men.

  “We need to get your tight rear ready for us,” Brody reminded. The tip of the plug nudged her virgin hole. Mandy released the tension riding her body and sank onto the plug, taking it into her body little by little. Brody worked the toy gently, allowing her body to adjust to the width as it filled her. “How’re you feelin’?”

  Before she could answer, Craig wedged his hands between them and traced her clit. She turned to his smoldering gaze. Her breaths grew heavy as he teased her to the brink of insanity. He leaned up, snagged her bottom lip, and sucked her plump flesh. She fell into him, opening her mouth against his, accepting his controlled kiss while his fingers strummed her nubbin.

  “There we go. All filled up.”

  Craig ended the kiss and pulled his hand from her pussy. Brody helped her to her feet then pulled Craig up. For a few moments, she shifted back and forth, adjusting to the new sensations the plug elicited along a new line of nerves never before touched. A shudder coursed through her, burning hot against the scorching wildfire inside her core.

  “You hurtin’?” Brody asked.

  Mandy stepped up to him, cupping his cock in her hand. “Are you?”

  He grabbed her waist, pulled her flush to him, and plundered her mouth with the unrestrained hunger Craig had lassoed moments before. He moved her deeper int
o the cabin. She rolled off a doorjamb and tore her mouth from the temptation of his.

  The glow in his eyes left her heart beating an erratic rhythm, her lungs painfully tight, and her body trembling. His hands snatched the ruined shirt hanging over her like a torture device that played her sensitive flesh and left her wanting to scream. With one jerk, he tore the thin strips holding the item on her by the shoulders. He ripped one strip off and tossed the rest behind him. Craig slid into the bathroom and turned on the shower before returning to them. Mandy eyed the strip of fabric in Brody’s hands.

  “You trust us, Mandy?” Brody asked. She exchanged a curious glance with Craig. He made quick work of his shirt, balling it up and pitching it into the living room.

  “Do you?” Craig urged, working open his belt.

  Turning back to Brody, she lifted her bound hands and traced the line of his strong jaw. “Yes.”

  “Good. Lower your hands. I’m gonna blindfold you.”

  “Why?” she asked even as he wrapped the strap around her head, covering her eyes.

  “’Cause right now, it’s all about sensation.”

  Chapter Fifteen

  Never before had she allowed a man to bind and blindfold her. Tonight, she was at the mercy of two utterly gorgeous men who radiated carnal hunger and sexual prowess like the sun radiated heat off the Kansas blacktop in the dead of summer.

  Mandy followed Brody’s lead, blind, to the bathroom. Each step produced a dull, stirring sensation from the butt plug working her anus, stretching her body to accommodate Brody or Craig. The shower water pattered in the ceramic tub. Metal scraped along metal, and a moment later, Brody lifted her by the waist and placed her feet on the wet ceramic. The water hit her from the stomach down. The steam from the heat made the air dense and moist, each breath weighing heavy in her lungs.

  Or maybe that was her mounting excitement.

  She tried to figure out where Brody and Craig stood, who touched her and who turned her. The water ceased hitting her when one of the brothers blocked its flow. She leaned back, hoping to connect with one of her men, but her elbow bumped into the wall.

  “No one’s talkin’,” Mandy murmured. The rhythm of the water changed. A light, floral scent filled the air. Water splashed over the bottom of the tub and against her legs. Foam slid down her calves and seeped between her toes. “Brody? Craig? Who’s where?”

  “Shh.”

  She couldn’t tell who made the demand, but she pinpointed where it came from. Droplets of water crept down her arm, and the sound of something slick passing by her ear drew her attention. She reached up in hopes of touching one of them, but her hands came up empty.

  As she began to lose her patience, hands slid up along her back and down over her breasts. Four hands worked in unison, lathering her up and setting her nerves into a firework frenzy. They moved slowly, kneading her shoulders, tracing her ribs, and teasing her nipples. Their touches were light and feathery, tickling and stoking her at the same time.

  “Mmm,” she moaned, the narrow trails of tingling pleasure tracing down the insides of her thighs. Strong, rough hands curled around her calves, lifting one foot, then the other, lathering her skin with soap. Lips brushed against her shin, creeping upward until they reached her knee. Teeth scraped the tendon along the back of her knee when the second pair of lips came down on her shoulder and began an equally erotic trip down her arm. Goose bumps spread over her, the gentle touches and airy kisses enhancing the sensations being blindfolded created. Every inch of her body hummed with desires these two men elicited, and together, she wouldn’t doubt for a moment that this night would ruin her for any other man beside Craig and Brody.

  A single hand slipped between her legs, spreading soap through her pussy and up through her rear before falling away. Her muscles tensed in anticipation, wondering where they’d touch next. Heightened waves of desire rolled through her, leaving her breaths as unsteady as her body.

  The water shut off. She listened to the wet steps of one man as he padded across the tile floor. A dull whoosh sounded, the steps returning to the tub. Mandy tilted her head to better listen.

  Hands wrapped around her waist. Heat brushed over her ear, warming her against the chill in the bathroom. “Careful, sweetheart.”

  Craig stood behind her. He helped her out of the tub and into Brody’s arms. A towel draped over her and slowly moved over her shoulders, arms, down her body to her legs. Fresh droplets of water streamed down her damp back from her wet hair. Brody ran the towel over her back and dried her curls with a tender hand. Her skin radiated warmth from the heat of the shower and her simmering arousal.

  “How do you feel, baby?” Brody asked, pulling the towel away.

  “Wonderful,” she murmured. “But I’m wantin’ more.”

  “I sure hope so.”

  Brody’s arms scooped her up and carried her through the cabin. Mandy soaked in his feverish skin that covered the planes of muscle from his pecs down to his stomach. His biceps flexed and bunched beneath her shoulders and knees. His entire body shifted, and the whisper of a creak preceded him rolling her onto a mattress.

  “Here’s where the fun really ramps up,” Brody said, the gravelly tone scraping along her flesh like coals. “Hands and knees, baby.”

  She obeyed, rolling onto her hands and knees. The bed dipped to her side. The mattress rocked as Brody moved over it. His leg knocked into her arm. She tried to grab him, to finally ground herself in this blindness, but the fabric binding her wrists didn’t give her lead.

  “Sit that round ass of yours back. Craig’s gonna remove the butt plug. He’ll be real gentle.”

  The bed sagged between her parted legs. Craig palmed her ass, kneading her flesh and dipping his hands along her inner thighs. He placed one hand back on her rear, his fingers spreading her cheeks. The thumb of his other hand strummed her clit once, twice, making her jerk and moan. Those skillful fingers trekked through her wet nether lips to tease the entrance to her body and then continue to the butt plug. He pinched the base of the plug and slowly eased it from her anus.

  She relaxed, enjoying how her body responded to the toy’s movement. Plastic crinkled as emptiness filled her rear. A thump echoed in the room and tension rode the air along her back a split-second before she felt Craig’s tongue flick up her spine. Brody cupped her swaying breasts and rolled her nipples between the vise of his fingers.

  Mandy breathed heavily, squirming beneath each fluttering kiss and each light lick that touched her blazing skin. Her pussy was so wet. The throbbing itch in her clit was on the verge of consuming her. She downright hurt, and she couldn’t do a damn thing about it.

  “One of you, please do somethin’ already,” she begged, undulating her hips like a wanton. The cabin air breathed a kiss of coolness down her cunt that made her shiver with delight. “Damn it, please!”

  “You ready to ride, baby?” Brody breathed against her ear.

  She rocked on her hands and knees. “I was born to ride.” She pushed her rear back, earning herself a womb-twisting nudge from Craig’s cock. “And be ridden.”

  The quiet sound of foil tearing touched her ears. Brody tucked the lubed condom between her fingers and led her hand to his cock, which had been so damn close to her all along.

  “Roll it down my cock. I’m achin’ to get inside you.”

  Mandy sat back on her heels and worked the latex sheath down the ribbed length of Brody’s thick dick. She reached the base of his penis and held up her bound hands.

  “Take ‘em off now.”

  “Why?” Brody pulled her hands around his head and lay back, bringing her down over him. Craig held her waist and helped her straddle Brody’s hips. He guided her pussy to the tip of Brody’s cock. “You’re gonna have us both, baby. All you have to do is live in the moment.”

  Brody’s hands dove into her hair and pulled her head down. His mouth claimed hers in a starved kiss, his tongue sweeping through her lips in powerful strokes. Mandy cried out into his ki
ss as his cock filled her pussy, stretching her muscles. She rocked over him, taking him deeper. Her clit pulsed madly, and she sought the precious friction that would finally unleash her into pure bliss.

  “Sweet heaven, your pussy is one helluva tight, hot journey,” Brody said.

  “Craig,” Mandy murmured. “I want you, too. All of you.”

  “You have me, sweetheart,” Craig assured. He stilled her hips and pulled her ass back slightly. Brody’s cock remained lodged inside her cunt by the crown. She taunted him, squeezing her pussy muscles and elating in the sharp intake of breath that followed.

  The wide head of Craig’s cock nestled at her rear hole.

  “I’ll be slow, Amanda. You tell me if I’m hurtin’ you,” Craig cooed. He pushed into her at a devastatingly slow pace, refraining her from riding Brody to orgasm. The pressure of him taking her anus with his thick cock rocked her mind and her body. He stretched her, strumming more nerves than a butt plug ever could.

  “Oh my. You’re fillin’ me up.” Mandy’s body accepted his well-lubed cock until he was so deep inside her, his hips pressed firmly to her ass. He released a groan, his hands coasting down the insides of her legs, gently easing her knees apart. Brody’s dick slid inside her pussy, teasing that decadent G-spot more directly. “Holy hell. You two’ve got me so full. You’re touchin’ me in…yes.”

  “You’re not hurtin’?” Craig asked, holding himself inside her as she adjusted to his big cock. Brody moved his hips, rubbing up against her clit, his dick playing her nerves in climactic harmony. She gasped, closing her eyes behind the blindfold, and dropped her head to Brody’s shoulder.

  “Oh, hell no. Not at all.” She kissed Brody’s shoulder, soft whimpers fleeing her lips as he slid his dick through her pussy, working her to that precipice of world-shattering delirium.