Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (28 page)

As if static electricity swept over her, she tingled from head to toe. “Careful now, Tristan. A woman can only take so much.”

He winked. “Let’s hope so.”

Chapter Fourteen

“How do I earn my rewards?” she asked, staring into his eyes.

Tristan had been lying to himself if he thought for a split second he could resist fucking her. He’d waited long enough to make his move, and while training Ansley for submission was important, so was making her feel valued and treasured. She’d certainly proven, in a short period of time, her willingness to submit.

“How badly do you need me, Ansley?” he asked, defying the urge to lift her to him, wrap her legs around his middle, and fuck her until the next morning. As if his stamina would last past thirty seconds.

“Can I show you?”

“Yeah,” he rasped. “I’d like that.”

Her lips brushed against his. Then, her sizzling mouth went south, heading for a region he couldn’t wait for her to tour.

“There you go, sugar,” Tristan said, grabbing a handful of her hair and holding the fallen strands away from her neck and face so he could watch her. “Show me what you can do.”

Her wicked lips slid across his cock tip, sending a jolt of exquisite pleasure straight down his shaft. She rubbed the texture, stroking him back and forth with her tongue before repeating the same maneuver. Several times he gripped her shoulder for balance. “Your mouth feels sensational, baby.”

She muttered against his dick and fluttered her eyelashes. She looked up at him as she sucked his cock to her throat. Nothing else could’ve been any sexier than observing the woman he cared about consuming his penis, taking cock like she was born to have him tapping her throat. And the way she watched him, studied him as if she were awaiting praise or a more fulfilling reaction, nearly inspired an early release.

As he’d imagined, Ansley was aggressive. She knew what she wanted and went after it. She didn’t hold herself back once she started pursuing him, and there wasn’t a delayed start because of uncertainty or shyness.

Ansley grabbed hold of his cock like she might grip a microphone. She lapped at the tip until a bubble of his excitement leaked through the slit. Immediately, she swiped her tongue over the speckle, moistening her lips with the small drop of his fluid eagerness. “Ah shit. At this rate I won’t last long.”

Smiling up at him, she tickled his balls, rubbing his sack with her fingers as she traced the length of his cock with her flattened tongue. Then without warning, she rose higher to her knees, dropped her entire head over his dick, and sucked like hell.

“Good God, that’s sweet,” he muttered, looking down on her as she continued to tantalize him with the best blow job he’d ever received.

“You’re in for a treat,” Elliott assured him.

“No doubt,” Graham said, leaving the bed.

About the time Graham abandoned his seat, Tristan came up with an idea. He’d wait before he made the suggestion, but he had a feeling Ansley would love the recommendation.

Tristan changed his stance, spreading his feet another few inches. He wanted to give the pretty vixen access, plenty of room to move.

Cupping his balls, Ansley continued to shower him with plenty of attention, licking the tiny opening that oozed with his excitement until his slit was practically numb. She acted as if she couldn’t get enough, or perhaps she wanted to be right there when his control shattered, his release spewed everywhere.

Her tongue twirled tightly around the crest until he growled. He yanked her head back and stared into those bewitching baby blues, and God help him. He lost his heart a dozen times in those few short seconds.

She flashed an endearing grin before taking her tongue on a slow trip across her swollen lips, making sure she dabbed the corners of her mouth with her fingertips. Then, she dropped to his cock again, and that first quick swipe across the cockhead was about his undoing. Man, she was good.

“Suck, lover,” he said, becoming impatient.

“Soon,” she promised.

Gently pulling her hair, he held her away from his cock. Her face was full of mischief, and he wanted her all the more. Ansley was the first woman to gain and hold his attention for longer than a minute. Her spunk strung him along as much as her beauty. She was smart, sexy, and possessed one hell of a personality, but best of all she was a barrel of fun. Lord have mercy, he saw his future right there.

She’d keep him on his toes. That is, when she wasn’t dragging him off to bed and bringing him to his knees.

He was destined to love her all right, but he wanted to find some measure of control. He needed to remember what this night was about—training her for submission. His throaty and somewhat nasal grunt resounded as she tightened her mouth around his prick.
Fuck
. How in the world did he think he could resist her then when craving her like this was precisely why he’d fallen for her in the first place?

He’d known she’d be a wildcat in the sack. “Remember who’s in charge here,” he said, not at all convinced that the gorgeous one knelt in front of him hadn’t somehow stolen the lead.

Her fingers walked up his shaft and she took a stronger grip, squeezing his thickness and pumping ever so slowly. Never looking away from him, she rubbed her chest against his leg. Feeling those nipples prickling his skin was a tantalizing moment. “Ah, baby, you’re determined to make me spank you. Aren’t you?”

“Yes,” she whispered. The speed at which she stroked him increased. Her grip continually changed.

He bit his bottom lip and growled. “Want to let me come in that hot mouth of yours?”

“Yes, Sir,” she replied.

Gasping when her lips parted and she dropped halfway between the crest and base, he nearly hummed an erotic tune. He couldn’t think of a more perfect moment for Ansley to refer to him as “Sir.”

The sexy siren worked her mouth up and down, twirling her tongue around his size as she gave him a blow job worth capturing on film. Her lips came together, closing tightly around the top. Once again, she dragged the texture across the slit at a snail’s pace.

“Shit!” he exclaimed, his head falling back over his shoulders.

“Am I pleasing you, Sir?” she whispered.

“You’re blowing my mind,” he crooned.

“Good,” she rasped, wrapping both hands around his cock and massaging his shaft. While giving him more manual stimulation than a man could typically stand, she glanced at Graham and the others.

Tristan should have been a greedy bastard right then, but the end was coming soon enough. With all the courage and strength he could muster, he said, “Come here, fellas. Form a circle. There’s no reason for you to watch when Ansley seems more than willing to give each of you an intimate kiss you’ll never forget.”

* * * *

Ansley’s pussy was on fire. The degree of heat between her legs was warming by the second. Her breasts were full and sore. She felt as if she were wearing melons as their gazes penetrated her skin, sharpened her nipples.

Her men surrounded her. Cocks were rigid, long, and flexing her way. Eyes were half-lidded. Mouths looked moist. Cheeks were flushed. Soon, lower limbs would tangle, arms would entwine. The pleasure she’d seek and gain from her lovers would be incomparable to all previous sexual experiences.

Dropping her fingers to her nipples, she caressed the points until Tristan gently held her wrists away from her body. “We’ll take care of you.”

“When?” Oh God, she hoped she hadn’t whined.

“Five minutes,” he promised. “Show us an equally satisfying good time and we’ll have you penetrated and moaning before you know it.”

Her pussy clenched at his oath. A wave of excitement washed over her as her body responded, taking him at his word. Her folds were saturated with a higher degree of intimate hotness. Using her left hand to wrap Tristan’s cock, she reached for Bailey at the same time.

Gradually, she turned toward another new lover and allowed her mouth the opportunity for adventure. She consumed Bailey’s size. Endowed like his brother, Bailey’s cock was thick and far-reaching. He possessed at least nine or ten inches, more than enough to share.

Her head bobbed over Bailey’s cock as she pumped Tristan at an even tempo, her hand sliding up and down his shaft. She caressed Tristan and lapped at Bailey. Realizing she had less than a minute to tease each man, she scooted around the circle. Glancing up at Bailey, she kissed his tip and moved on, leaving him with a hand job as her mouth enveloped Graham’s familiar dick.

“Dear God,” Bailey whispered, his chin dropping as he focused on her attentive hand.

Within a few seconds, Bailey was thrusting into her palm, moaning as she squeezed him. At the same time, Graham pounded against her throat, grunting as she eagerly sucked his cock.

Ansley luxuriated in the way Graham set an erotic pace, a fantastic rhythm. Sure, the familiarity brought sensational pleasures as she revisited a man she’d enjoyed in the past and would continue to appreciate in the future.

“Hmm, Ansley. Right there, honey.”

Locking her lips firmly around his hard length, she gave him head and became lost in the moment as Bailey’s excitement leaked across her fingers. If she didn’t hurry along, she’d soon have two men searching for relief, anxious for release.

Reluctantly, she slowly released Bailey, caressing his tip with her fingers before pursuing Elliott. Bailey’s entire body relaxed when she left him. She found herself feeling guilty for leaving him unfinished.
Soon, I’ll take care of you.

She looked forward to satisfying all four men. She’d guarantee each of them an exquisite end.

Glancing up at the lover who was last in line, she greedily licked Elliott’s dick as he held himself at the base. Grabbing hold of his muscular legs with both hands, she bobbed her head over his thickness. Sucking his cock like she meant to pleasure him until he gave her a mouthful at the finish, Ansley gave him her best and then slid away, presenting herself in front of Tristan again. She kept her head bowed, her arms behind her back, and her eyes cast down.

“Beautiful,” Tristan said, reaching down to tilt her chin upward. He nodded at Graham.

As if he were programmed to act on cue, Graham gathered her in his arms and carried her to bed. When he stretched out next to her, she knew without a doubt, he planned to fuck her. Graham rarely waited in line and never took a seat as a spectator. He didn’t have the patience or the self-control to prolong fulfillment.

Seconds later, Ansley realized everyone expected to play. And they intended to join in the fun all at the same time.

* * * *

“I thought you would take turns!” she exclaimed, trembling as Tristan, Elliott, and Bailey oiled their sheathed cocks with lubricant. Graham knelt next to her head. The end of his engorged head was nearly purple in color as he gave himself a hand job worth admiring.

“It’s all right, sweetheart,” Graham assured her. “We’ll take things slow. You’ll enjoy us.”

“That’s easy for you to say,” she grumbled. “I don’t see you bracing your tail while prancing around several stallions standing at stud!”

Graham laughed. “Want us to stop? You know what to do. Say the word.”

Ansley immediately zipped her lips. They’d come too far. She’d endured, and barely survived, far too much teasing. One way or another, Ansley would follow through.

She longed for them. Her desires were indeed a matter of basic need. She would have to experience each of them in order to find the utmost satisfaction.

Of course she was a little frightened. This type of sexual encounter was new to her. Two men, she’d handled successfully in the past, but four? Come on! She was small, tiny next to them, and they expected to fuck her at the same time?