To Love Her Cowboys

by Laura Sutton

  She ducked her head as an embarrassed blush spread from her cheeks and down her neck. She was so pretty when she was embarrassed, Jason thought.

  “No. I mean, maybe when I was a little girl, but not since I could pick out my own clothing, no. I’ve always been a sneakers and jeans type of girl.” She shrugged and looked down at her plate like the steak and baked potatoes held all the answers to the universe.

  Jason leaned over and kissed her temple. He loved how down to earth she was. It was like she was made for him and Dean.

  “Well, if you’re gonna learn to ride, you need some better footwear. Maybe the three of us could go into town tomorrow evening, get you whatever boots you like, and then have dinner and maybe a couple of drinks?” he asked, looking between Gwynn and Dean at their twin looks of horror. Between him and Dean, Jason was definitely the more social of the two, and he got the feeling Gwynn wasn’t exactly a social butterfly, either. He had to laugh a bit, because dragging Dean off the ranch was sometimes such a chore. He hoped he might have an ally in Gwynn, but by the looks of it, he was wrong.

  “Oh, come on, you two! She needs boots, and we might as well eat in town. And I want to dance with you, beautiful.” His tone dropped a little, trying to win her over to his side. He gave her his best puppy dog look, the look that had gotten him out of trouble with women since he could walk.

  It wasn’t working, though. She began to shake her head when Dean seemed to have a change of heart.

  “You know,” Dean’s voice was low, and Jason knew he was also trying to seduce Gwynn with his words, “I would like to dance with you as well.” Dean winked at Gwynn, and Jason beamed. He couldn’t wait to dance and show Gwynn off a bit.

  “It’s settled then!” He patted her denim-covered thigh and squeezed a little, and instantly his thoughts turned to later, and he was struck by a flash of her beautiful, plump thighs cradling his hips as he worked his hard cock in and out of her.

  “Ahem.” Jason cleared his throat, trying to get his body and his mind under control.

  “I don’t know how to dance,” Gwynn whispered, her eyes glued to her plate.

  “Well, that’s not a problem, baby. Dean and I will take turns teaching you,” Jason said with a smile, and she finally looked up from her plate and smiled back. It was like the sun had risen and all the birds were singing their beautiful songs. Her smile made his heart skip a beat, and fuck if he wasn’t halfway in love with her before, he definitely was now.

  Dinner continued in a whirlwind of good food, better conversation, and underlying sexual tension. Jason enjoyed listening to Gwynn and Dean argue about the latest superhero movie—she loved it and Dean was not impressed by it. Gwynn was as smart as she was beautiful, and he and Dean were lucky that fate had brought her into their lives.

  At the end of the meal, when the dishes were in the dishwasher, Jason turned to see Gwynn nervously tugging on the hem of her shirt and worrying her bottom lip by the kitchen door.

  That wouldn’t do. She needed to feel relaxed and wanted, not anxious and skittish. Jason walked over to her and put his hands on her waist. She felt good under his hands, and he slowly pushed her against the kitchen wall and kissed her.

  He swallowed her surprised gasp and slowly let his tongue invade her mouth so he could taste her. He let his lips caress hers, and he gently moved one of his hands from her waist down to her round ass, and he palmed and squeezed the cheek and then pressed her soft body into his, never taking his lips from hers.

  Gwynn’s body melted into his. The way her breasts pressed against his chest, he could feel her nipples harden through their clothes as her arousal grew.

  He broke the kiss and leaned his forehead against hers, panting. His heart was pounding, and his cock was throbbing in his jeans.

  “Are you ready to go to bed, baby?” Jason asked her as Dean came up beside Gwynn to kiss and suck on her neck.

  “Mmmmm” she moaned as Dean feasted on her neck, Jason watching as her blue eyes darkened with desire, her hips rubbing against his cock wantonly. Her want for them was growing.

  “Are you going to let us fuck you, baby?” Jason whispered hotly against her lips. “Do you want our cocks buried inside you?” he asked, his dirty words making her moan, but then her eyes snapped open, arousal and a little fear visible in those beautiful blue orbs.

  “Do you mean… both? At the same time?” she asked, her voice breathless, and Jason could see she was nervous but intrigued and very turned on.

  Jason had to swallow his grin, because fuck yes, that’s what he wanted, and he knew that was what Dean wanted, too—one of them buried in her pretty little virginal pussy, and the other buried balls-deep in her tight ass.

  Jason leaned in and kissed her again, and the tension from his question left her body as his tongue explored her mouth.

  “Not tonight, beautiful,” Dean answered as Jason broke their kiss.

  “Soon,” Jason breathed against her mouth as Dean peppered kisses down her neck to the slight bit of skin her collared flannel shirt didn’t cover, and Jason quickly moved his hands to the buttons on the shirt. He slowly slid them through their holes, exposing her flawless pale skin for their hands and eyes to feast on.

  Jason slid the shirt from her shoulders and almost came in his jeans at the sight of her full breasts barely contained by her white lace bra.

  Almost reverently, Jason reached his hand up to squeeze her breasts—first the left then the right.

  “Soon,” he continued before her luscious breasts distracted him. “Soon you will feel both of our hard cocks inside you, but we will take this one step at a time, and tonight we will take your virginity, baby.” His voice was rough with his arousal, which had reached almost desperate proportions.

  “Oh, god!” Gwynn moaned as her legs almost gave out. If it wasn’t for his arm around her waist, she may have fallen to the floor.

  “Shall we go upstairs?” Dean asked, pulling her toward the door and out of the kitchen.

  “Yes, please,” she responded softly, a small smile on her face. Jason returned the smile and followed them out of the kitchen, enjoying his view as they headed up the stairs, her ass swinging in front of his eyes with every step she took.

  Dean

  Dean guided Gwynn into the bedroom and kissed her, his first kiss shared with her since dinner ended, and he could hear Jason take his clothes off. Dean then stood behind Gwynn, taking her bra off and feeling her gasp in his mouth while he kissed her.

  He broke the kiss and watched her lean her head back against Dean’s shoulder as his hand cupped her breasts. They were so big that they spilled out over his hands, and Dean quickly got out of his own clothes. It was such a relief when his hard cock was free from the confines of his jeans.

  He watched her melt into Jason’s body, his hands on her tits making him even harder. He knew that next time he came, he wanted to cum buried inside her wet pussy.

  Dean’s fingers reached for the button of her jeans, then he peeled them down her thighs and helped her take her cute little tennis shoes off. He was now on his knees, her wet pussy mere inches from his face.

  He could see the wetness of her arousal on the plump outer lips of her pussy, the closely clipped dark blonde hair practically glinting in the soft light of the bedroom.

  He could smell her here, too, and he leaned his face against her soft thigh and took a deep breath, his eyes closed while he enjoyed the deep, musky and slightly earthy scent of her.

  He leaned back on his heels and watched as Jason kissed and licked the side of Gwynn’s neck and down to her shoulder, and Dean could tell he was marking her, claiming her, and fuck, Dean wanted to claim her, too. He wanted her to be theirs and no one else’s. Not now, not ever.

  “Gwynn,” he called from his position where he was practically genuflecting to her wet pussy. Her eyes opened, heavy-lidded with lust and want, and she looked at him with a smile so sweet it almost made his heart stop. Even in the dirtiest position with two, rough cowboys
about to take her, make her cum, make her theirs, she looked so sweet, so damn innocent it nearly unhinged him.

  “I’m going to taste you now, beautiful. I’m going to make you cum on my tongue, then I’m going to bury my cock in your pussy and fuck your virginity away,” he told her, and she moaned loud and long at his filthy words.

  “Yes, please,” she responded, and he never broke eye contact until his tongue reached the outer lips of her pussy. He licked her there slowly, tasting her sweet flavor, and fuck, she tasted so good—like the best red wine and dark chocolate. A little bitter, but just enough to make you want more. And he wanted more. He wanted her wetness on his face and in his mouth. He wanted to be completely surrounded by her essence.

  He brought one hand from her hip to spread her swollen outer lips, naturally plump, but even fuller now with her desire. He slipped his tongue inside her. He could hear her moan loud and long, and he felt her fingers thread through his short hair—not forcing his head to her, just holding on as his tongue explored her inner folds. She was not demanding, not his Gwynn; she was sweet and giving, even when taking her own pleasure.

  Gwynn’s moans got louder as his tongue moved in and out of her tight pussy, her hips moving in sweet little circles, riding his tongue ever so slightly. He almost grins against her. His shy girl was beginning to know what she liked, taking what she wanted, and Dean loved it.

  Dean gently slid his finger inside her, and her pussy clenched down on it like a vice as his tongue moved to her clit. He jabbed it over and over with the tip of his tongue as his finger lazily stroked in and out of her.

  Gwynn’s moans were continuous now, and her breathing was getting faster. Dean slid a second finger inside her, and she gasped, her hands tightening a bit in his hair as her arousal increased. He could tell she was close, and he wanted to make her cum so hard.

  Dean slid a third finger inside her, and he could feel her squirm slightly. It was a tight fit, but he wanted her as ready as she could be for his cock, and his cock was much bigger than his three fingers. He slowly moved them in and out, twisting as he went slowly, stretching her inner muscles until she was moaning and grinding on his fingers again. Then it was time. He closed his lips around her clit and sucked hard, and Gwynn came completely undone on one single strangled moan.

  Her hips stopped moving, and Dean could feel her thighs quiver as her orgasm took over her. He was still stroking her with his fingers, but slower, and he was only lightly sucking on her clit, prolonging her orgasm for as long as she could handle it.

  “Oh, n—no more, I can’t,” she said sluggishly, and he pulled his fingers out of her slowly. His hand and his face alike were covered in her essence, and he loved it.

  Dean stood as Jason was still kissing her neck, his hands roaming her body, squeezing her hips and thighs, then back up to her breasts, and it was such a hot sight—Gwynn soft and sated from his mouth and fingers, and Jason’s hands on her, keeping her arousal steady.

  Dean kissed her roughly, letting her taste herself, then he rubbed his hard, aching cock into her soft belly.

  “I’m going to fuck you now, sweetheart. Do you want me to? Do you want my cock inside you? It’s even bigger than my fingers were, and much, much harder,” he whispered hotly against her lips, and he pulled her out of Jason’s arms and nudged her backwards to the bed until she sat down.

  “Lay down, beautiful,” he demanded, and she did. She looked so beautiful splayed out on his large bed. Her pale skin was a beautiful contrast to the dark blue blanket. She looked like a goddess, and Jason and Dean were mere mortals meant to worship her.

  He crawled on top of her, and she instinctively spread her legs for him to cradle his hips against hers, and fuck, she was so wet.

  He wanted to take her, shove his cock in and fuck her hard, make her scream, but he knew he couldn’t do that, not at first. He had to be slow and gentle, no matter what his body was yearning for. There would be ample times to fuck her like a maniac later. Hell, maybe even later tonight.

  He felt Jason settle next to Gwynn and then watched as he kissed her, one of her hands in his blonde hair, but the other hand searched for him. He took her hand, threading their fingers together, and he placed a kiss on her knuckles. He hooked one of her legs with his arm, opening her thighs even wider, and slowly started pushing his cock inside her. The head of his cock pushed through her virgin pussy, tight and resistant to the invasion. He pulled out and pushed in again, each time pushing a little further until finally the head of his cock butted up against that small barrier.

  Jason had stopped kissing her and was instead just watching Gwynn, her face flushed and contorted with desire. Dean leaned down and kissed her softly and reverently, then he pulled back to look into her eyes, their blue depths blown almost black from her arousal. He brushed her damp hair from her forehead and tucked it behind her ear.

  “Do you still want this, Gwynn?” he asked, his voice strangled from the restraint of not plunging into her hard and fast.

  She nodded her head and whispered, “Yes, Dean, please. I want to be yours—both of yours. Please take me. Make me yours.”

  And he did. With her words ringing in his ears, he pushed forward with one sharp thrust, and he heard her cry out as he tore through her virginity. Finally he was buried inside her to the hilt, her pussy clenching his cock like a vice, and it felt so fucking amazing.

  Slowly he pulled out of her and pushed back in, letting her get used to him inside her, and eventually she was meeting his thrusts with her hips and moaning in pleasure. She threw her head back, and Jason was once again feasting on her neck.

  Dean gathered both of Gwynn’s legs and placed them on his shoulders, the angle allowing his cock to go even deeper inside her, and she arched under him.

  “Oh, god!” she cried as his cock hit that part deep inside her. He could feel her getting closer, her inner muscles tightening as he moved faster, his hips snapping into her over and over.

  “Yes, Gwynn, yes. Cum for me. Cum on my cock,” he demanded as Jason reached in between to pinch and roll one of her nipples between his fingers and suck on the other.

  Dean fucked her faster, and he could feel his orgasm coming on hard and fast, but he wanted to feel hers before he let go. He reached between them and put his finger on her clit, then he pressed and circled it once, then twice, and then she came apart beneath him, her pussy rhythmically clenching his cock over and over as she came.

  “Ohhhh!” she screamed beneath him, and then he was lost.

  He felt a tightening in his balls, and with one last thrust, he was cumming hard and deep in her pussy.

  “Oh, yes! Gwynn, yes!” he cried as he filled her with his cum. He had never cum this hard or had an orgasm this intense in his life.

  Completely spent, he collapsed on top of her, kissing her lightly, maybe even a bit sloppily while his cock softened inside her and slipped from her folds.

  “Mmmmm,” she moaned languidly, and Dean moved off of her to settle on the side Jason hadn’t claimed.

  “How do you feel, beautiful?” Jason asked, kissing her swollen mouth.

  “Mmm, I feel good.” She practically slurred, and both Jason and Dean chuckled.

  “That’s good, baby,” Jason said, and Dean watched as Jason’s hand stroked down her belly and then slid between her legs with a gasp from Gwynn.

  “I’m glad you feel good, because tonight is far from over, and I hope you’re ready for more,” Jason told her as he flipped her over on her stomach and lightly smacked her bottom.

  Gwynn

  More? she thought as Jason flipped her over as if she weighed nothing. She couldn’t help the moan she let out at the sensation. It’s not something she thought she would like, but something about the tingling feeling left by his palm was making her wet all over again.

  Gwynn then felt Jason stretch out over her back, his hard cock pressing lightly between her ass cheeks, and she pushed her ass into him, not sure what exactly she was seeking, but knowing
she wanted more.

  “Oh, you naughty girl. You want my hard cock in your ass, baby?” Jason breathed the question into her ear, and all she could do was moan in response.

  “Oh, I’m going to,” Jason continued hotly, rubbing his cock against her ass, but not slipping between her butt cheeks.

  “Soon I will fuck you’re beautiful, tight ass. Not tonight, though. Tonight I just want to play with you a bit.” He then slid off of her body and pulled her up until she was on her hands and knees.

  “Oh, I have been thinking about you in this position for days, beautiful,” Jason said, his voice dark and hot, his large, rough hand running down her back and over her ass. Gwynn felt like her skin was on fire. She needed him to touch her. She could feel her arousal starting to build again. She didn’t think it was possible after what Dean had done to her, how he had fucked her and made her cum so hard, but she wanted more. She wanted to feel Jason inside her.