To Love Her Cowboys

by Laura Sutton

  “Mmm, I agree,” came Dean’s husky voice behind her, and his hands were at the hem of her shirt tugging it upwards.

  “Lift your arms, baby,” he told her as he lifted her shirt up and over her head. Then his fingers were undoing the clasps of her bra and sliding it from her shoulders and off her body.

  Dean and Jason made her feel sexy and worshipped every single time, like they didn’t want anyone else in the world more than they wanted her.

  “Let’s get on the bed, sweetheart,” Jason whispered. He pulled her to the bed with him and lay down, then he pulled her body on top of his, his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth, reminding her of what his talented tongue had been doing to her pussy in the truck just minutes before.

  Then Dean’s hands were on her, stroking and caressing down her back and over her ass.

  “God, Gwynn, you are so beautiful. Your body was made for us—your creamy, soft skin.”

  His hands touched and stroked her as he talked about her body, his fingers leaving fire under her skin, making her blood feel thick and hot in her veins and making her pussy throb in time with her rapidly beating heart.

  She moaned and broke her kiss with Jason, but he trailed his lips and tongue down over her jaw, nibbling and sucking on her neck. She was sure there would be marks on her neck tomorrow from his attentions, and she liked the idea of it—having his mark on her to show the world she belonged to both him and Dean.

  “Oh!” she gasped, surprised when she felt Dean’s lips and tongue on the small of her back and then kissing even lower over her ass.

  Then his hands were on her hips, guiding her to get up on her knees. Her upper body was still draped over Jason, one of her hands drawing patterns on his chest, playing with the light sprinkling of dark blonde chest hair, and the other carded through his thick golden blonde hair, holding his mouth to her neck.

  “Baby, I know Jason ate your pussy so good in the truck. I heard how much you loved it, but I want to kiss you somewhere more…” His words tapered off, and Gwynn was confused. Where else could he possibly kiss her that they hadn’t already?

  Surely not…

  No, it was too naughty. He couldn’t want to kiss her there.

  She gasped as she felt his finger circle around the tight puckered skin of her asshole. Jason had used his fingers there earlier, and they felt so good. She knew it was naughty, but it felt amazing.

  “Risque,” Dean finished Jason’s thought and then his tongue replaced his finger, slipping inside the tight ring of muscle.

  “Oh my god!” she screamed, and her pussy clenched as his tongue slipped inside her ass.

  “Do you like that, beautiful?” Jason murmured before claiming her lips once again. The sexy slide of his tongue in her mouth mimicked Dean’s tongue as he slowly fucked her ass with it.

  “Mmmm!” she moaned into Jason’s mouth as Dean slid one thick finger in her pussy, then a second. Slowly he began fucking her pussy with his fingers while his tongue continued to do extremely naughty things to her ass.

  It was almost too much, too many sensations at once—Dean’s fingers and tongue slowly working her to another orgasm while Jason kissed her mouth, his hands roaming her breasts and upper body.

  Eventually Gwynn began to buck her hips and ass onto Dean’s hand and back into his face. His fingers moved faster in and out of her pussy, and then he tweaked his fingers just right, hitting that spot deep inside her, and she just shattered.

  “Oh, god,” she sobbed, all her muscles clenching with the intensity of her orgasm, and Dean kept stroking her, prolonging the sensations of her release until she couldn’t take the stimulation anymore.

  “Please,” she whimpered. “No More.” And Dean pulled his fingers from her and moved his kiss to the very bottom of her spine—soft and reassuring, his hands rubbing her hips in smooth, circular caresses.

  Gwynn stretched across Jason’s chest, her cheek pressed against his shoulder as he ran his fingers through her hair. She felt boneless and relaxed. It was an amazing feeling.

  She shifted and her hip pressed against Jason’s hard cock, and it almost startled her. She had been so wrapped up in the sensations they had made her feel that she almost forgot they hadn’t cum yet.

  Her cowboys were so giving and made her feel so good, she almost wanted to cry.

  “I hope you aren’t falling asleep, beautiful, because the night isn’t over just yet,” came Jason’s rumbly voice from just above her head, and she pushed herself up to peer down at him.

  He grinned at her. It was the grin of a handsome man who knew he was about to get exactly what he wanted. And maybe just a little bit more.

  She loved that grin, loved that she put it on his face.

  “Nope, not sleeping, cowboy,” she replied.

  “Just resting up for round two,” she said, then she straddled his hips, his hard cock nudging her hot, wet center as she did.

  Yes, she was ready for round two. She wanted both her cowboys deep inside her, and quickly.

  Gwynn

  She gently grasped Jason’s cock and rubbed the thick head of it up against her wet entrance, eliciting a deep groan from him, the sound making her feel sexy and sensual. She never thought of herself as the kind of girl who would draw that kind of sound from a man as beautiful and wonderful as Jason.

  “Oh, baby girl, don’t tease me,” he groaned, his hips thrusting up slightly, his cock begging entrance into her body, and with a hard downward thrust, she granted him entry.

  “Oh!” she cried.

  Gwynn heard Jason gasp as his cock was buried to the hilt inside her pussy, his huge cock stretching her innermost muscles deliciously. She loved having her cunt filled with one of them. It probably made her incredibly dirty and wanton, but there it was—she loved fucking and being fucked by her cowboys. She would happily do it every day for the rest of her life if she could.

  Gwynn grinded down onto Jason, moving her hips in a slow circle, then back the other way, teasing them both.

  “Fuck,” Jason groaned, his hands reaching up to cup and play with her breasts.

  “You are so beautiful sitting on my cock, Gwynn—all your luscious curves on display for me,” he said, pinching her nipples just hard enough to border on pain, but also sending an electric shock through her body that resulted in the walls of her pussy clenching his cock.

  “N—not too much cur—curves?” she asked around a moan as his hands roamed all over her body, his words and touches making her feel worshipped and beautiful.

  “Oh, good god no. You’re perfect. I love your breasts and the way they move and sway when I fuck you. How your soft thighs cradle my hips and how good they feel when I grab them and spread your legs to taste your beautiful pussy.”

  She moaned at his words, rocking her hips a little more, and his hands followed his words as he grabbed the soft flesh of her thighs, squeezing as her body teased his cock.

  She felt the bed shift, and Dean moved in behind her. He moved her hair away from her neck and began to kiss and nibble along her throat and shoulder.

  “Gwynn, we think you are beautiful. Never doubt how much we love and want you and your body.” His voice was low and gravely in her ear, making her shiver.

  He kissed her shoulder once more and then asked, "Are you ready, beautiful? Are you ready to take both of us?”

  Gwynn gasped at his words. She had almost forgotten in all the heady sensation of fucking and teasing Jason that she was going to feel both of them inside her—at the same time.

  The thought made her pussy flood with moisture, and Jason grinned wickedly.

  “I think she’s ready, Dean. Her pussy just got wetter,” Jason said, his voice like sin to Gwynn’s ears.

  She heard a bottle cap opening and then felt Dean’s fingers, covered in something wet, moving in and out of her ass.

  “I want to make sure you’re nice and prepared for my cock back here, beautiful,” he whispered in her ear then kissed the side of her head.

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p; “Lean down, Gwynn,” Dean told her, and with his other hand, he guided her to drape her upper body over Jason’s. His cock was still inside her pussy, but her ass was up and more exposed for Dean’s ministrations.

  She moaned as Dean’s lubed fingers slipped in and out of her ass, stretching the muscle as much as he could. Then his fingers were leaving her, and she felt him shift his body closer and over hers a bit.

  “I’m gonna go slow, beautiful. You just stay relaxed,” he told her as he pressed the wide head of his cock into the tight puckered hole of her ass.

  “Oh!” she gasped as the head of his huge cock pushed inside. It felt like a millimeter at a time. In and out, and then again. Then a little more pushed in, and then again in and out and a little more inside her.

  Finally she felt a pop, and the inner ring of the muscle stretched just enough, and Dean slid his cock all the way into her ass.

  “OHHHHH!” she moaned. She felt so full, so overwhelmed. She couldn’t believe both of them were inside her at the same time. It felt impossible and dirty. And right.

  Slowly Dean began to move his cock in and out of her, and she moved her hips on Jason’s cock in time with Dean’s, and they were both fucking her.

  “Oh, do you like this, beautiful?” Dean asked her as he grasped her hips, moving his cock in her ass a little faster and harder.

  “Do you enjoy being a dirty girl and having two huge cocks inside you, stuffing you full? Fucking you? Do you like being our dirty girl?” His filthy words combined with both of them fucking her—she couldn’t respond, all she could do was moan, moan and feel.

  Dean grabbed her hair and pulled her head back a little, exposing her neck to him as he continued to fuck her ass. She could feel both of their cocks sliding in and out of her, separated only by a thin piece of skin inside her.

  “Tell me, Gwynn! Do you enjoy being ours? Being our filthy girl?” he demanded and bit her neck hard enough to leave a mark, and she moaned again.

  “Y—yes,” she managed, but it wasn’t enough for Dean.

  “Yes what, beautiful?” he grunted, fucking her ass even harder and faster. Beneath her, Jason was thrusting his hips faster and harder into her pussy, and she was so close. She could feel her orgasm building, a tightness forming low in her spine, the bottoms of her feet getting hot. She was going to cum and cum hard. Soon.

  “Yes, I like being yours, belonging t—to both of you. Being your dirty girl.”

  She wasn’t really consciously moving anymore, letting them fuck her while they sandwiched her between them.

  She felt Dean’s hips snap into her ass, his cock moving in and out almost roughly. And Jason wasn’t any gentler, his hips colliding with hers over and over, his cock ramming into her ass.

  “God, baby girl. So tight—so perfect. Cum, cum for me, on me, on my cock,” Jason groaned, and his hand slipped between her legs and rubbed her clit once, twice, and she was done. She screamed.

  “OHHHHH!!!”

  Her orgasm hit her like a tidal wave, large and intense, and then smaller waves rocking her, making her muscles jerk.

  Jason groaned long and hard, and she could feel his cum squirting deep inside her pussy, once, twice, three spirts filling her up.

  Then Dean followed, his cock plunging into her ass one last time, his fingers grasping her hips as he came.

  He was mindful enough to pull out of her and not collapse on her and Jason. Instead he collapsed next to Jason, moving her between them.

  She just lay there between these two handsome men, her body twitching with the aftershocks of her orgasm, still in shock that she’d had them both inside her at once.

  Jason snuggled into her side, his head on her shoulder, and Dean had his arm slung low across her belly.

  “Well, that was fucking amazing,” Jason whispered and kissed her cheek.

  “It was,” she agreed quietly, sleep taking her before she could form another thought.

  Dean

  Dean and Gwynn were sedately riding their horses around the pond in the early dusk, and Dean couldn’t get over how beautiful Gwynn looked in the waning, warm orange light of the setting sun.

  Her hair was pulled back in a high ponytail, her dark blue T-shirt not just hugging her breasts deliciously, but the color also setting off her eyes and making her skin appear paler. Her thighs looked both plump and strong as they squeezed Brinny’s flanks while she maneuvered her around the lake.

  Dean was in love, as was Jason. Hell, even Brinny loved Gwynn. Dean smiled, thinking about the conversation he and Jason had this morning.

  “Maybe we should ask her to stay?” Jason said as they repaired yet another fence, this one not cut but knocked over by a strong spring rain.

  Dean grunted, pulling the wire tight so Jason could nail it, but didn’t answer.

  “Don’t you want her to stay?” Jason probed, pounding the nail in.

  “I know I want her to stay,” Jason grumbled and finished with the nail. Dean stretched another string of barbed wire above it.

  “Of course I want her to stay,” he said, a little sharper than he meant to, but thinking about Gwynn leaving in less than two months always put him in a foul mood. He wanted her to stay forever, just like Jason, but he wasn’t sure that’s what she wanted.

  “Well then, we should ask. Come on, man! You and I both know she will not stay if we don’t ask. She probably still thinks this is just a whim, or a little bit more than a hook-up.” Jason continued banging another curved nail into the post to secure the wire.

  Dean knew he was right. Gwynn was amazing. He was in love with her, and he was sure Jason was too, though they hadn’t said the word “love” to each other yet, but Gwynn wasn’t very confident in herself when it came to love or their relationship.

  He and Jason had tried to show her that she was beautiful and sexy and deserving of the world, but her insecurities were deep-seated, and only time and love would help her understand, to see how much she deserved love, and damn if he and Jason didn’t want to be the men to love her through all those insecurities.

  But this was where Jason and Dean were very different. Jason was a “throw caution to the wind,” “devil may care” type guy, whereas Dean was more serious, and more cautious. He knew that aspect of his personality often frustrated Jason, especially working together on the ranch, but Dean also knew his more circumspect personality had saved their asses many times, both here on the ranch and back when they served together.

  Jason had some very valid points, and what would be the worst thing that could happen if they asked? She would say no and move on in two months anyway. They would be heartbroken if she left no matter what. At least if they asked, there was a chance she might stay.

  “You’re right,” Dean grumbled, loathed to feed his best friend’s already enormous ego.

  “I—I’m sorry. What did you say?” Jason asked. Dean looked up from the wire to see Jason grinning bigger than Texas. Lord, he was obnoxious. If he didn’t love him like a brother, he’d probably hate him—him and his ego.

  Dean dropped the wire and pushed his cowboy hat back, rubbing a bandana over his sweaty face.

  “I said you were right. We should ask her to stay, or whatever she is comfortable with,” he told Jason, watching his expression.

  Jason hid a lot behind fake smiles, Dean knew. While he was stoic and silent and rarely smiled, Jason smiled often, but few of them were genuine.

  This smile was genuine. In fact, it was the smile he used mostly for Gwynn. She had opened the world up for both of them—sullen and lonely cowboys they were.

  She was like a hard rain to break a long drought. She was a balm for both their wounded souls.

  “Wonderful!” Jason practically cheered, gathering their fence-repair tools and tossing them in the back of his work truck—a beat-up old Chevy they only used on the ranch.