To Love Her Cowboys

by Laura Sutton

  Her tongue twirled around his, and she kissed him desperately, as if she couldn’t get enough of him. That was what he wanted. He wanted her to want him and Jason beyond reason.

  He felt Jason move her hair to the side and felt her moan as Jason began to kiss her neck. She began to rub her ass on his lap rhythmically, her body wanting some kind of friction between her legs, but he could tell by her movement that it wasn’t enough.

  He broke the kiss, and she panted against his mouth, her breaths coming fast and hot against his mouth.

  “Mmmm, god!” she whispered as Jason continued to feast on her neck.

  “No, beautiful,” Dean said against her lips, “that’s Jason and I’m Dean, but tonight we’ll take you as close to Heaven as possible, I promise.” He took her lips again in a savage, hot, demanding kiss, and Dean knew by the way she melted against him that this would be a great night.

  Gwynn

  She was on fire. She was burning from the inside out, like a picture she once saw of a giant ancient oak tree that had been struck by lightning. On the outside, everything looked normal, but on the inside, it was red, hot, and burning. That’s what these two sexy cowboys did to her. They made her red hot and burning on the inside.

  She felt Jason take her cardigan off slowly, achingly removing it from her shoulders. With her arms bare, he began to press wet kisses up her arm. She never thought of her arms as particularly sensitive, but with the feeling of Jason’s soft lips caressing the skin of her shoulder, his tongue darting out occasionally to taste her skin, she realized that these two men could make her entire body feel like an erogenous zone.

  Dean released her lips and pulled back just to stare at her. If she wasn’t already turned on, she would’ve squirmed under his intense scrutiny. His eyes were gorgeous, a deep honey brown, framed by the kind of long, thick, dark eyelashes women pay big bucks for. Dean looked at her now like she was some sort of deity sitting on his lap, a goddess, and he was the lucky mortal who got to feast upon her lips. Didn’t she know that she was the lucky one? So damn lucky that these two hot men wanted her?

  “Fuck, you’re gorgeous. I’m not good with words, but Gwynn, you are the sexiest woman I’ve ever met. Everything about you is perfect,” he rasped, his voice like scotch over ice, smooth but with a burn. She looked down, too shy to meet his intense gaze. She wasn’t used to those kinds of words, or having not just one man kissing and caressing her, but two.

  “Oh no. No, sweetheart, no looking away,” he told her as he drew her chin up with his warm, calloused finger. Even his hands felt manly. She brought her eyes back to his, and she almost burst into tears at the emotion she saw in his. Something more than just lust was there, something raw and open, something that made her think maybe there would be more for the three of them beyond these four short months.

  “Take off my shirt, Gwynn,” he demanded, and she whimpered out loud at his words. God, she wanted to please him, to be open and willing for Dean and Jason, to belong to them.

  She nodded, unable to speak, and brought her trembling fingers to the small white buttons on his denim shirt. Her fingers shook so hard with want that she could barely get the buttons free, and Jason’s mouth—his teeth nibbling and pulling on her earlobe—did not help her concentration.

  “Gwynn,” Dean said when she stopped halfway down his chest and had to close her eyes, moaning as Jason’s tongue slipped inside her ear.

  “I don’t care what he’s doing to you, or how good it feels. I told you to take off my shirt. You need to finish taking it off,” Dean told her, his voice low, demanding, and full of sin. She felt another rush of wetness in her panties, and her pussy clenched at his words. What kind of woman did that make her? she wondered. What kind of woman likes to be told what to do in bed?

  She didn’t ponder it for too long, though, because she needed to get his shirt off. She knew that she would enjoy the reward for taking it off, but she also liked the idea of punishment if she didn’t do what he said. She slowly finished unbuttoning Dean’s shirt, revealing inch after inch of smooth bronzed skin that seemed to be tightly stretched over his hard muscles. When his shirt was unbuttoned, Gwynn pulled it free from his jeans and pushed it down off his shoulders. His entire chest was huge, heavily muscled, and powerful.

  Gwynn ran the back of her fingers down the side of his throat and down his chest, enjoying the way his muscles jumped and quivered under her explorations, how the dark black hair on his chest tickled her fingers.

  “You’re a little overdressed, sweetheart. Let’s get this dress off of you,” Jason whispered in her ear, his hands going to the hem of her simple black jersey dress.

  “Yes, please,” she whispered, her eyes closed. She was feeling shy again, about to be in her underwear in the middle of a well-lit living room with the two most handsome cowboys she had ever met.

  She felt exposed and so turned on sitting on Dean’s lap, his huge, hard cock pressing into her ass. She wished she had something sexier than plain white cotton panties and a simple white lace bra.

  “Fuck,” Jason groaned. From behind her, he cupped her breasts, her hard rosy nipples peeking out through what would otherwise be considered innocent lace.

  “I love your tits, sweetheart,” Jason moaned into her ear while he squeezed and massaged them.

  “They are so full and round. I can’t wait to watch them move while I fuck your pussy so hard.” She moaned at the images his words created. She could imagine herself underneath him, splayed wide and his cock fucking her hard, with Dean’s cock in her mouth.

  Dean shifted her so she was straddling his lap instead.

  “Oh!” she gasped, feeling his cock hard against her pussy. Even through his jeans and her panties, she could feel how large and hard he was, and she couldn’t stop her hips from grinding down on him.

  “Fuck, Gwynn!” Dean cried out, his large hands grabbing her thighs in a viselike grip.

  “More, please!” she begged, not even sure what she wanted, but knowing she wanted—no, needed—something more.

  “Oh, we will give you more, sweetheart. So much more,” Dean said before taking her lips in a scorching kiss.

  While Dean ravaged her mouth with his lips and tongue, Jason removed her bra, and she whimpered as his fingers roughly pinched and pulled at her hard nipples.

  “I’m going to taste you now, beautiful,” Dean moaned against her lips, only moving his mouth far enough away to form the words.

  “You will sit on my face while I fuck your pussy with my tongue, but while I make you writhe and moan, you’re going to suck Jason’s cock. Do you think you can handle that, Gwynn? My tongue deep in your pussy and Jason’s cock in your mouth?” he asked, his hand sliding inside her panties to grab her ass and pull her hard against his cock.

  “Answer me, Gwynn,” Dean said, demanding her focus back to his words.

  “Yes, I—I can handle that. I want that,” Gwynn responded, her words catching on a moan as Dean once again thrusted his hard cock up into her still-covered pussy.

  “That’s a good girl,” Dean cooed in her ear and moved her off of him, standing her up as his big hands pulled her panties off.

  Gwynn knew she was drenched, and she fought the urge to cover herself with her hands, as she was the only one completely naked in the room.

  “Fuck, you’re so sexy,” Dean said, hungrily staring at her pussy.

  She could hear Jason taking his clothes off behind her, and she turned to stare. His body was different but just as beautiful as Dean’s.

  He was tall and strong, but his muscles were more lean, the kind of man that didn’t look as strong as he really was. His chest was lean and hard, covered in a light dusting of golden hair. Not too much, but enough to let her know he was a man.

  His hair continued down lightly over his chiseled abs, creating what Gwynn knew was often referred to as a happy trail down to his cock. Happy indeed, she thought, and she quirked her lips into a little smile. His cock was as beautiful as the rest o
f him. Hard, long, and thick with a slight curve upwards.

  “Oh, I would love to know what caused that dirty little smile, baby girl,” Jason said, grabbing her hand and pulling her naked body into his and kissing her, one hand buried in her hair, and the other on her ass, his cock trapped between them, the softness of her belly cradling his hardness.

  “God, you taste good. I love kissing you,” Jason told her as he ended the kiss and brought her back to the couch were Dean was lying naked, his head close to the arm of the couch on a pillow. If he wasn’t so aroused, she would think he was ready for a nap. He looked relaxed, stretched out with his eyes heavy-lidded, but his cock was hard, swollen, and so red it was almost purple, and she knew he was far from relaxed.

  “Come here, Gwynn. Put your knees on either side of my head. Straddle my face so I can taste you, beautiful,” he beckoned, reaching for her hand and letting her get adjusted over his head.

  While Dean helped her get settled, Jason moved to stand in front of her, and his cock was at the perfect level for her to take into her mouth.

  “I’m going to kiss your pretty pink pussy now, Gwynn,” Dean said, and she almost tumbled off the couch at the first touch of his tongue to her folds. Her one boyfriend had never done this before, didn’t seem all that willing to try, and she was far too shy to ask, though she had wanted it so badly.

  Now she had Dean’s tongue inside her, licking her, tasting her. He would move his tongue in and out of her, then channel to licking and circling her clit. Gwynn felt like she might explode from pleasure, but he was just teasing her. His tongue never staying in one place long enough to make her cum, just making her wetter and driving her insane.

  “Gwynn…” Jason’s voice brought her out of her passion-induced haze.

  “Suck me,” he commanded, his green eyes full of passion and a dirty smirk on his face.

  She leaned down and wrapped her hand around the base of his cock and took the head into her mouth. She had never done this before, but she was damn sure going to give it her best try.

  Jason

  Gwynn was sweet and innocent with her wide blue eyes staring at his cock like it held all the secrets of the universe, and if he was honest, he felt like a god standing here in front of her, her perfect pink lips wrapped around his cock while she slowly sucked him.

  He could tell from her tentative touches and the way she moved that she had never sucked another man’s cock before, and he felt himself getting even harder at the thought. His was the first cock she had ever had in her mouth.

  “Harder, Gwynn. You can squeeze a little as you move your hand with your mouth baby, and suck harder.”

  She hummed her agreement or enjoyment—he wasn’t sure, but she increased the pace, and it felt so good. His cock in her warm, wet mouth. He gathered up her beautiful hair into his hand so he could see better, and when he did, she looked up at him, her beautiful blue eyes staring up at him as she swallowed his cock over and over. He nearly came from the sight alone.

  “Fuck, Gwynn. Yes, baby, suck me. I wanna cum in your pretty mouth,” he told her. She moaned around his cock, and he could feel her start to falter a bit. Dean must be working her hard with his mouth because Jason could tell she was about to cum, and he wanted to cum with her.

  “Don’t you dare finish before me, beautiful. I know Dean is eating your pussy and driving you crazy, but I want to cum with you. Can you do it? Can you make me cum, baby?” he asked, and she moaned and nodded as best she could with his cock buried in her mouth and partially down her throat.

  But she was a quick study, and every time she took him in her mouth, his cock went in a little farther, until the tip of his cock was sliding down her throat slightly.

  Gwynn began moving her mouth and hand faster, and moaning more, her body and her beautiful tits swaying a bit. Her other hand was cradling his balls—not squeezing, just holding and lightly massaging, and it felt so good.

  “Yes! Gwynn! Yes, touch me, suck me,” he told her, almost chanting, and he could feel it. His balls tightened, and he was going to cum.

  “Gwynn, baby, I’m going to cum. Move,” he told her, his voice strangled and trying to hold back, but she just moaned and kept sucking, and Jason couldn’t hold it back anymore. He came hard in her beautiful mouth and down her throat.

  He pulled his softening cock out of her mouth and watched her lick his cum from her lips, but then she was moaning louder and her breathing became faster, and he knew she was close. He pulled her head back by her hair, not too rough, but also letting her know he wanted to watch her cum. Then he kissed her, swallowing her moans and her screams and tasting himself on her lips, and he knew he needed more. He needed more of this beautiful woman in front of him.

  Dean

  Dean could live between Gwynn’s lush thighs forever and die a very happy man. He licked her pussy all over, the plump, pink outer lips, the fluttery delicate inner lips. Then he slid his tongue inside, tasting her wetness—that essence that was pure Gwynn.

  At first he could tell she was nervous about this position, being open and sitting on his face. He knew their girl was shy and insecure about her body. She didn’t have to say anything out loud for himand Jason to notice; it was in the way she held herself. Sometimes she would curve herself inward, trying to appear smaller. It was in the way she didn’t finish her cake, but stared longingly at it until Jason fed it to her as they finished their card game.

  She was beautiful. Her body was curvaceous, sexy, and perfect for them, and he would make damn sure she knew it before she moved away.

  Dean could tell the moment Gwynn gave herself over to the passion, she was falling. Instead of holding herself up almost rigidly above him, she began to moan and grind on his face, on his tongue in earnest.

  He brought his fingers into play, first sliding one inside her tight pussy, and the way her muscles clamped around his finger almost made him cum with no one touching his cock. If she was this tight around his finger, how would her pussy feel around his cock?

  He groaned as he sucked on her clit and put a second finger inside her, finger-fucking her hard now, and he could tell she was so close to cumming. Her body was shaking, and he tasted a new gush of wetness from her body, and with one twitch of his fingers, finding that spot deep inside her, she came. Hard.

  Her body went stiff as board and then slack. He turned his head, still slowly moving his fingers inside her, trying to prolong her orgasm, then he felt her pussy muscles relax completely, and he knew she was completely spent.

  He was still rock hard, however, and he knew from the moans that Jason had cum in her pretty mouth, and now Dean wanted to cum on her skin.

  In one swift move, he grasped her around the waist and moved her downward—not onto his cock. That wouldn’t happen tonight. That was too important for a romp on the living room couch. He moved her to the tops of his thighs so he could feel the heat and dampness from her pussy. His cock was close to it, but not inside.

  He rubbed his cock against her soft body, relishing in the differences of their bodies—his so hard and hers so soft. Her skin was so pale, it was almost translucent, and now she practically glowed from the blush of her arousal and want for him and Jason.

  “I’m going to cum all over your beautiful skin, baby,” he told her, his voice harsh even to his own ears.

  “Oh god, yes, please,” her words begged as she grinded her pussy against his thighs, and he grasped his cock watching her.

  Jason moved to stand beside Gwynn and turned her head to kiss her. Dean groaned and stroked his cock harder, watching her tongue slide into Jason’s mouth. He reached up and grabbed one of her breasts, swollen with her desire for both of them, and pinched her nipple.

  “Do you like that? Are you our dirty girl?” he asked, his cock swelling to the point of pain as he got closer to cumming.

  She only moaned in response, Jason’s tongue deep in her mouth. It was such a sexy sight, watching her be completely possessed by both of them.

 
“Tell me, Gwynn,” he said through gritted teeth. “Tell me you love being our dirty girl.” He tugged at his cock harder. He was on the brink of exploding.

  Gwynn tore her mouth from Jason’s and he attacked her neck, her hand gripping his blonde hair, and she looked down at Dean. Her blue eyes were almost black with lust and passion, her skin flushed a beautiful red, her tits moving with her harsh breaths.