Acres, Natalie - Sex Junkie [Cowboy Addiction 1](Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (15 page)

“You’re trying too hard,” Grant told her, his free hand rubbing her cheeks. “Relax. Let me get you off, lover.”

“Hmm,” she muttered, her pussy pulsing, reacting to the penetration. She was unable to grab hold and ride out the start of what might have been one hell of a satisfying moment.

She didn’t orgasm. She couldn’t find relief. As frustration took a tight grip, she writhed under Grant’s working hand. Minutes later, when she still wasn’t sated, Blake stripped off and stood before her.

“Ah, yes,” she rasped, reaching for him. “Now, we’re getting somewhere.”

Chapter Thirteen

Morgan sucked Blake’s dick like she was trying to kiss and make up. She drew him between her cheeks, flicked her tongue over the tip, and then blew him like a drunkard might blow into a breathalyzer, her cheeks swelling with air as she hummed a resonating tune.

“Damn, sub,” Grant grumbled. “I believe you like sucking cock.”

“Like it?” she asked, flipping her tongue over and under the crest. “I love it.”

She practically sang an erotic song when Grant withdrew the stone from her ass. He slid his fingers inside her, wiggling them in a scissor-like motion. Her body danced under the pressure, tilting one way and then the other. “I enjoy that, too.” She hummed, rising to Blake’s tip once more.

“I couldn’t tell,” Grant said, patting her hip.

Before she realized what she was doing, she’d straddled Grant’s thigh, grinding against his denim jeans like she wanted to leave them permanently stained, white-washed with a release. Her head flew back and she gripped his shoulder, riding him like dry humping was a brand-new game he was certain to stop before her body put her in the lead with a satisfying score.

She gripped Blake’s cock like a microphone, licking the end, dragging her tongue over the slit, and working for the release that would ultimately force him to lose control. She wanted to take stock in that control, own a piece of it, maybe even claim some of it for her own.

“That’s good, sub,” he growled, placing his hand against her head. “Right there, darlin’. Fuck me with those pretty little lips.”

Morgan’s eyelashes fluttered as if they were battery-operated. In fact, she was fighting back the tears welling in her eyes. The way Blake watched her was like something out of a movie. He stared down on her like he’d never seen a more beautiful woman, and as he stroked her cheek, his pace changed, his eyes darkened.

In a matter of seconds, Blake’s cock was slithering across her tongue, thumping at her throat. He fucked her mouth and his balls bounced against her chin, lightly swaying as he moved with her.

“Come,” she encouraged him, rising to the tip and falling over him again.

“Not yet,” he replied, grinning. “I’m enjoying this. Go on, baby. Take your time. You’ve got all night.”

“Like hell,” Grant teased, rubbing her back as he watched the way she performed. “Damn that’s the sexiest thing I’ve seen in a long time.”

Looping her tongue around the crest, she whispered against the mushroom top, “Can I have my reward?”

“Yes,” Grant replied, narrowing his gaze. He licked his lips and focused on hers.

This would be a night to remember, an evening like no other. She saw her future in Grant’s expression. She tasted a slice of it in Blake’s excitement.

“So pretty,” Blake whispered, fingering the contour of her cheekbone.

Blake gripped the base of his dick, cupping her hand in his as he pulled his penis completely away from her mouth. When Blake was free of her lips, he gathered her into his arms. They kissed. Grant undressed. And within seconds she was on bended knees, acting out one of her greatest fantasies, taking advantage of her just reward.

* * * *

Morgan went at cock like she had something to prove. Gripping both their dicks, she kept Grant at her left, Blake at her right.

She was positioned on the floor, her knees toward the bed. They stood at either side of her hips, facing one another, using her shoulders for balance.

The little wench mechanically fed from them, acting as if she had all day, all night, and planned to finish them sometime next week. If Grant had his way? She’d stay right there. Then, they’d know where she was, where she’d been. Of course there was the greed aspect, too. Damn, if she wasn’t good at giving head.

Grant grunted as she took him to her throat. The heat from her mouth was as captivating as the mere act of burying his cock between her open jaws. He greedily found his place there, pushing the weight of his head to the back of her throat, willing her to give him just a tad more attention. Right when he thought he’d won the affection he desired, she used her hand to pump him, turning her head in order to greet the other dick awaiting its turn.

Blake smiled down on her as his penis disappeared between her lips. She slid her tongue up and down his shaft, whipping around his dick like his engorged cock was better than a hot slice of sugary temptation. The way she worked herself around Blake’s body nearly took Grant to the floor.

Blake staggered as if he were inebriated. He watched her through glassy eyes as he obviously enjoyed the blow job she delivered, the special attention to detail as she traced the veins in his shaft, fingered his balls and then released him with a pop, kissing the head and dragging her tongue across the small opening again.

If Morgan didn’t allow Grant a turn soon, good old Blake was certain to lose his balance, not to mention the pent-up release he obviously fought to contain. After all, Grant was a man who knew what their submissive woman could do. Her hot little mouth had always been his undoing, the one thing certain to bring him to a quick release. Blake, if his hooded eyes told his story, was about to see a sudden finish.

Morgan redirected her focus again. While she gave Blake a slow stroke with her fingers crawling up and down his dick, she tickled Grant’s sac, tracing the miniscule veins in his scrotum.

“You gonna look at it, or try it out for taste and size?” Grant asked.

“Patience, Sir,” she taunted him, squeezing the skin at the base of his dick.

A hot dose of scorching arousal shot to the tip of his dick. “Fuck! Morgan!” he exclaimed, grabbing himself by the balls, fighting to hold back, keep his release a few minutes away.

She winked, grinned, and then kissed Grant’s tip. Once again, her direction changed. This time, she left Grant to hump at thin air.

Blake guided her, rubbing his penis over the texture of her lips. “Morgan always liked my dick in her cheek.”

“I wouldn’t get too cocky if I were you two cowboys,” she said, pecking Blake’s mushroom head as well. Releasing the grip she’d secured around each of their penises, she rose to her feet. “If this is about me rewarding me, then I should get to choose when I’m fucked, right?”

Grant and Blake looked at one another. “That depends,” Grant said.

“On what, Sir?” she asked, her eyes downcast.

“Are we fucking now or later?”

She patted his erect cock and grinned. “We’re not fucking, Grant.”

“We’re not?”

“No,” she said, a sweet smile tilting her lips. “You can fuck me another time.”

“What’s wrong with right now?” Blake asked, arching a brow.

“I don’t want the hardcore Doms tonight.”

“That’s too bad,” Blake rasped, pinching her nipple.

“Ouch,” she choked out, the clasp around the tight bud apparently a little rougher than usual. “I’m serious. I’m not fucking either of you tonight.”

Grant snarled. “We’ll see about that.”

“Yes,” she challenged them. “We will. Because tonight all I want to do is love the two men who’ve always loved me.”

“Well why didn’t you say so?” Grant said, fighting that beast that often surfaced when he took a submissive woman to his bed. Defying the dark need rising, Grant snatched his pants, pulled out his wallet, and retrieved two condoms, tossing one at Blake.

As they suited up and prepared to play, Morgan spread her legs and fingered herself, watching them as they enjoyed her.

“How’s that feel, sub?” Grant asked.

“Nice,” she replied.

“Did I give you permission to play with your clit?”

“No, Sir,” she said, tilting her head and rubbing the hard button between her legs.

“Do you want to ask for my permission now?”

“No, Sir,” she replied, grinning.

“Sounds like someone wants to be punished,” Blake pointed out.

“Oh she’ll get her punishment all right,” Grant said, smacking his lips and eyeing those pretty, glistening pussy folds. “Only the punishment she’ll get tonight probably isn’t the one she had in mind.”

Blake grinned then, too, reading his thoughts, apparently. He straddled her right thigh. Grant towered over the left.

“I think a double stuffing is in order. Maybe if she has both of us stroking her, she won’t be so quick to backtalk in the future,” Grant said.

“I won’t count on that,” Blake said, gripping his cock tightly. Layers of skin rolled over layers as he worked his dick in and out of his hand.

They penetrated her then, sliding in together. Their cocks naturally spread her pussy lips as they impaled her as one.

“Oh fucking glory!” she screamed, her body stretching to accommodate two rigid cocks at the same time.

They locked onto one another’s arms as they plunged inside her, pushing their cocks inside her hot cunt, riding her as they reached for the other side of pleasure.

“That’s it, baby,” Blake said, his nails biting into Grant’s flesh as he latched onto his bottom lip and fucked her. “Hang on. Don’t try to move. Let us do the work.”

Grant pursed his lips and focused on her small tits. What he’d give to have enough mobility right then to lean down and tantalize one of her tender nipples. Unfortunately, with Blake to his right, there was only so much he could do in this position. He wanted Morgan to enjoy the experience. If he jolted forward, he might rip her in two.

Morgan sighed as her body seemed to finally accept the invasion. She began bucking under them, rising and falling as she thrust her hips forward, rolling with the rhythm, riding out the tide.

Blake and Grant entered her together, their cocks rubbing against one another as they fucked her. “That’s it, easy does it, sub-muffin,” Grant crooned. “Damn, I’ve never felt a hotter pussy.”

“I hope not,” Morgan said quietly, her voice indicative of a woman already on the outskirts of an intense orgasm. “God help me, I can’t wait.”

Under normal circumstances, Grant might have shown her how she could and would wait for his signal, but the truth was, if he held back, he might be left behind. Blake had already established a new pace, pounding into Morgan’s tight pussy like he was afraid her hot little snatch would soon be closed to visitors.

“Oh yes,” she whispered, biting down on her forefinger.

“Come, Morgan!” Blake screamed, his hand falling against her mound as he spanked her pussy.

“Ouch!” she screamed, gasping as they rode her, writhing under them as they pounded harder, fucked her like they were mad at her.

“Good God, I’ve missed this!” Grant exclaimed, falling back and ramming forward, fighting Blake for his place, trying to go deeper, stroke higher.

“Now! Oh God, now!” she screamed, her body milking them as they sank deeper and deeper.

Blake reared back and struck her pussy again, his dick tapping and tapping as he worked for his release. Grant surged forward, burying his penis balls-deep as he stroked her.

“Blake! Grant! Help me!” she screamed, tremors overtaking her as she shook with the orgasm washing over her.

Blake shuddered and Grant jerked. Morgan lay listless and still.

“Are you all right?” Grant asked, kissing her lips as he pulled out and deserted her.

“I’m perfect,” she promised.

“I’ve never had better,” Grant told her, stroking her face. “But I will.”

She frowned, studying his face. “Explain that please, Sir.”

Grant winked. “You’ll have to wait and see, Morgan. Your life is about to change and each day you’ll feel stronger, sexier, and more alive. Wait and see, by the time we’re through with you, you’ll think you’ve died and gone to heaven.”

“How’s that possible?” she asked with a lame attempt of sincerity existing in her eyes. “I can’t go to bed with men who love me like the devil, and expect to wake up among angels in the morning.”

“She has a point,” Blake said.

Grant tucked her against his side and kissed the top of her head. “As long as you’re in my arms, I don’t care where we are.”

“Me either,” she said, shifting her gaze between them. “As long as we’re together, we can beat anything.”

Grant closed his eyes then and prepared to go to sleep, praying the bad dreams wouldn’t come for Morgan like they had in nights past. He wanted Morgan to rest. He longed to see her find peace of mind.

He was pretty sure with the love he and Blake had shown her, Morgan was well on her way to recovery through a new addiction she discovered by loving them.

Epilogue