Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (43 page)

BOOK: Acres, Natalie - Sex Club [Cowboy Sex 5] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)
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Elliott led the way. He fucked her mouth, slipping in between her lips at an easy gait. She awaited the best opportunity for the element of surprise.

“What do you want, lover?” Graham asked, watching her, probably hoping she’d tell him to screw her.

He was in luck. She was wet, hot, and doing her best to resist the rising need. The desire kicked her ass as her body became overly sensitive to their every touch. Giving her a final intimate kiss, Graham moved at a snail’s pace, his tongue bathing her pussy lips, pampering them. Then, he rose above her.

Elliott shifted his weight, positioning his knees on either side of her arms.
Perfect!
Gaining better access to the exquisite place where she longed to tuck her fingers, she gripped Elliott’s shaft and, at the same time, widened her hips. She pressed her lips to the top of Elliott’s cock and accepted Graham’s fullness.

“Finally,” she whispered, rocking back as Graham’s big cock impaled her. Delivery was everything, and Ansley was set to go from the moment Graham penetrated her.

“Dear Lord, Ansley,” Graham bit out, withdrawing and reaching for a condom from the assortment of rubbers scattered across the bed.

With lube nearby, Graham quickly sheathed himself and oiled his cock, a slight sloshing noise stroking her arousal, tantalizing her nipples. She watched his masculine hand wrap around his penis, and her excitement kicked up a notch.

She loved a man who eagerly fondled himself without reservations. Graham grabbed hold of his cock and worked what he had, tempting her with the delicious loving he held in store.

“That’s sexy,” she told him, taking a break from the blow job long enough to dish out a compliment.

“Very,” Elliott said, staring at her mouth, obviously talking about her lips and the way she used them.

Graham slid in place again, and this time, he didn’t withdraw or pause. He advanced quickly, ramming his penis high inside her cunt. She immediately locked her legs behind him, holding him where she wanted him while urging him to fuck harder, sink deeper, and move faster.

“Careful, Ansley. Loosen those legs or I won’t last long.”

“Then don’t,” she said, returning to Elliott while squeezing Graham with her thighs. She possessed stark determination, and she wanted Graham buried to the hilt, stroking his cock inside her.

One tap led to two. The second led to a third and forth. But that was about all Graham could offer without facing the finish. His intimate assaults quickly became uneven and broken. Soon, he pounded inside her with a barbaric force. “Damn you, Ansley! Fuck! I can’t hold out now!”

She bowed her back and let Graham tease her as he pounced on her body, ravishing her with sensational kisses to her nipples, his hands kneading the fullness of her breasts. Graham’s mouth scoured over her, and the positioning soon became awkward.

Elliott scooted to the head of the bed and dipped his cock inside her mouth again. The slow screw turned into a fierce and delectable fuck. He pounded against her throat and she watched his hooded eyes, gauging his lust, awaiting her moment, the precise time to sending him spinning.

Graham’s length extended. He tapped that wonderful G-spot, driving her to the brink, fucking her to the realm of pleasure. He worked to bring her to orgasm and showed her the way to one hell of a satisfying climax.

Oh, and then there was Elliott. Finally, oh yes finally, he approached his peak. His knuckles turned white as he gripped the bedpost. Burying his cock inside her mouth, he locked his bottom lip under his teeth and growled as his cock glided across her tongue.

“You like sucking cock. Don’t you, babe?” Elliott’s hooded eyes, his guttural voice, and the way he grunted as he wormed his cock straight down her throat were enough to seal the deal and unleash repetitive consequences.

Her nipples burned. Her pussy throbbed. Her release rolled forward, spinning faster and faster through her channel.

Ansley braced for the end, ready for the free fall, anticipating the electrifying finish, the one that would inevitably leave her writhing in pleasure, rocking in satisfaction.

There wasn’t anything to stop them and nothing holding them back. She placed her finger at Elliott’s puckered hole and twirled the barely moist digit around his opening, taunting him with one of life’s simple pleasures.

“Oh God. Don’t do it. I can’t take that,” Elliott admitted. His Adam’s apple trembled. She lapped at the tip of his dick only once more before she grabbed a stiffer hold of his cock and simply refused to let go.

Graham’s eyes darkened as he watched her. His strokes became slower, deeper, and far more fulfilling. His breathing changed, and Elliott held his next breath.

She shoved her finger inside Elliott’s asshole and twirled the digit slowly, setting an agonizing tempo that was painstakingly deliberate. At the same time, she slurped, giving him head like she had nothing better to do than to keep his cock trapped in her throat for the rest of the day.

“Oh shit, Ansley,” Elliott growled, clasping his hand over her forearm. He stilled against her. His eyes became moist, glassy with a new lust rising, one he’d probably never faced before.

She muttered against his shaft and stayed right with him, expecting the upshot, a grand finale. Instead, Elliott tried to escape her taunting. “Damn it, woman! I can’t take this.”

He was doing just fine as far as Ansley was concerned.

Swallowing, she mumbled her appreciation and devotion, admiration and love. All the while, she kept her finger swirling as she made a last-ditch effort to bring him to release.

Graham’s gaze held at her hand, and he pounded inside her cunt once more, dropping his head to her chest as he showered her with affection. He ran his tongue from one nipple to the next. He devoured and fucked her with hasty beats. Then, he slowed his pace, burying his face in her chest as he gave her a slow and memorable screw.

“Now!” Elliott screamed.

Her mouth tightened around his dick, and she gave him tongue and cheek. His cock slipped across the meaty texture of her tongue as her cheeks swelled with his size.

She enjoyed sucking Elliott’s cock, and as his body jerked, she drank in his hot and spicy release. “Oh, Elliott,” she hummed, swallowing over and over again.

She muttered against his length but wouldn’t allow him the opportunity to slip away. His body swayed one way and then the other.

With a death grip on Graham’s shoulder, Elliott prevented himself from tumbling down during the most violent of male releases.

“Fuck! I can’t stop!” he exclaimed, pumping his hips, shoving his cock between her lips. His cum kept shooting through his slit as he moaned, singing out in true fulfillment.

As Elliott doused her with his warm stream, her pussy pulsed, vibrating so violently she almost gave a new name to satisfaction. Graham brought her to pleasure with a quickened pace, delivering a hard-hitting, nice-and-easy fuck tempo, striking at her walls with a precise rhythm.

Ansley drank in the last of Elliott’s flavor, his cum a mixture of salt and sugar. She played with the small pucker of his outer ring until he forced her fingers away. “Oh my God, Ansley. You have no idea how intense that was.”

Graham fell against her chest after a sigh, grunt, and whistle, unable to come but apparently giving up the effort. Elliott scooted back, determined to escape her hand and mouth.

“I can satisfy you,” she said, studying Graham.

“You already have. Your pleasure is my pleasure, and I’m exhausted.”

Soon, she was sandwiched between the men she knew well, two fellows she trusted and inexplicably adored. After a round of good loving, the men drifted off to sleep, and she watched over them as she lay snuggled in their arms.

Chapter Twenty-Eight

The sun shone through the skylight, the only downfall of staying overnight in Kimberly’s suite. Ansley should’ve thought of that when she’d agreed to stay there. If she’d had any sense, the three of them would be curled up with her soft down comforter, five feet away from her steam shower.

She immediately jerked and eyed the bathroom. Hmm, on second thought, her sister had something far better than a party shower. Kimberly had a whirlpool tub large enough to accommodate six people.

Crawling down the length of the bed, Ansley quietly pursued the bathroom, tiptoeing across the room. She entered the open area, plugged the tub, and turned on the faucet.

Retrieving her purse from the bedroom, she checked her cell phone. A flashing light notified her of a voicemail. Glancing at the bold numbers displayed on her phone, she noticed it was twelve o’clock. Panicking, she hit the message option and gripped the small device, clutching the handset to her ear.

“Hey, baby.” Tristan’s voice filled the line, and her heart rate slowed to a normal tempo. She released a sigh of relief. “It’s Tristan.”

As if she wouldn’t know his voice anywhere. That thick, raspy tone was sexy enough to dampen her pussy, spike her nipples.

“Bailey and I are, uh…” he paused. Her pulse quickened again. What the hell was the matter with him? It wasn’t like Tristan to take his own sweet time speaking. He was confident, always so sure of himself. “We have a slight problem, Ansley. We don’t think it’s serious, but we’re taking precautions, just in case.”

“What?” she asked aloud. “Where are you?” She realized she was speaking to an empty room, talking without anyone to listen. Nervously, she paced. Back and forth she walked in front of the double vanities.

Finally, Tristan said, “This is hard.” He cleared his throat. “Honey, Bailey and I need to go away for a while. Bailey was questioned and then released. They’ll clear him based on the testimony of those present and the fact that Jordie Anne had already killed someone.”

His heavy breath filled the line. “But, Ansley, we still need to leave town. The detective working Jordie Anne’s case is dirty. Bailey recognized him during his interrogation. We’re pretty sure he knows who we are, too. You know what they say. Appearances can change, but voices rarely do.

“We know this guy transferred here from Miami, Florida. It’s one of those strange and rare occurrences, a true coincidence. Anyway, he was a local beat cop there in Miami, and Dad’s sources at the time accused him of tipping off the mob.

“Ah hell, I’m stalling and rambling. Anyway, we’re skipping town for a bit. We couldn’t ask you to leave on short notice, especially since you’ve just reconnected with Graham and Elliott. They have a business to run, cattle and horses, maybe even crops. Hell, I don’t know. Anyway, it wouldn’t be fair to ask you to run when you’ve only just discovered what you’ve signed on for.”

“But I signed on for this!” she screamed, tears pouring from her eyes.

“Once we’re settled, we’ll come back when it’s safe and when we’re sure we won’t be putting you in any danger. I’m sorry to leave you like this. We’ve tried to call all morning. You must’ve had your ringer on silent. Please don’t forget how much we love you. We will be back for you. I promise. Keep your phone on and we’ll call again tonight after the club closes.”

“Oh my God,” she whispered, replaying the message, hanging on to Tristan’s every word. What was he thinking? How could they leave her? How could they do this? How could they enter her life, keep their distance for as long as they did, and then show her the best loving she’d ever known in her life only to immediately abandon her?

“Just who the hell do you think you are!” she screamed. Propelling her arm behind her, she prepared to toss the device in the water and stopped herself before she made a grave mistake.

She clutched the phone against her chest and crumbled to the floor, holding the phone like the device was a golden treasure, a sacred heart. Sobbing like a baby, she didn’t hear Graham and Elliott when they entered the room. Rocking back and forth, she barely acknowledged the sturdy arms around her as Elliott carried her back to bed.

“Honey, what is it?” Elliott asked, brushing her hair away from her face.

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