The Obedient Servant [Going for the Gold 6] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (10 page)

“You’ve got an irresistible ass,” Reynaldo admitted. Try as he might, he could not be as heartless as this brutal stud.

“Go ahead,” Milo insisted between clenched teeth. He spread his moccasins even farther apart so Reynaldo could view his hanging ball sac swaying between his thighs.

Reynaldo hadn’t for a minute stopped thinking about the river, how Milo had alternated his erotically stinging slaps with his gratifying caresses—how Reynaldo hadn’t known whether he was in pain or ecstasy. “
Tu maldito desgraciado
,” he snarled, and whipped the naked ass. This time he allowed the tips of the falls to stray between the jiggling globes, and when Milo flinched and hissed in air, he knew he’d whipped the full testicles. So he did it again, and the act filled him with power and lust. “
Usted es muy varonil
,” he whispered.
You are very manly.

“Oh God, yes,” Milo muttered, his head hanging loosely on his neck. “That hurts so good.”

Reynaldo was absolutely wild with desire now. Recalling how Milo’s expert use of the tallow soap bar on the river had driven him over the edge, he snatched up a tin of bear grease the troopers used to oil their saddles, among other handy uses. He spun the lid onto the table and daubed three fingers into the grease. Hard like wax at first, the grease warmed and liquefied when Reynaldo smoothed it over the curvaceous rise of Milo’s ass, admiring the twin dimples set in the small of his back. When he spread the grease over the hot, reddened ball sac, Reynaldo nearly lost it. Semen surged up his prick, leaving a wet spot on the front of his red pantaloons. He spoke just to take his mind, or his prick, off the delicious sight Milo presented, splayed before him, offering his ass for Reynaldo’s delight.

“You’re the deviant, perverted reprobate,” Reynaldo snarled, giving the balls a big squeeze. Milo shuddered, and gooseflesh rose on his shoulders. Reynaldo smacked the jiggling ass several more times with the quirt, knowing it would sting more deliciously with the layer of bear grease lubricating it. “You think you can mount any man who takes your fancy.”

“Yes,” Milo hissed.

Reynaldo yanked away the leather thong that held Milo’s hair in a pigtail at the back of his neck. Milo’s scalp was hot and wet with sweat. “You think every man you want will be willing to be seduced by you.”

“Yes.”

“What about when the shoe’s on the other foot? Or the whip’s in someone else’s hand?”

Milo didn’t answer right away. “I don’t know. I’ve never been whipped before.”

This touched Reynaldo profoundly. That Milo had never submissively offered his ass to anyone before, that he’d never spread his feet apart and allowed his balls to be spanked, brought out a wild beast in Reynaldo he’d never known was there. In a snap Reynaldo tossed down the quirt and wrapped a long arm around Milo’s torso. He covered the powerful back, cradled Milo to his chest while his other hand fumbled to untie his own leggings. He licked and bit the back of Milo’s neck, lapping up the manly sweat, spearing his fingers through the wet hair.

“Do me,” Milo snarled. “Ream me up the ass with your fat prick.”

Reynaldo’s cock sprang free, and when he fumbled for the bear grease tin, he found his hand wrapped around Milo’s enormous member. How had that fat cock ever slid into his ass? “
Dios mío, que grande
,” he murmured in appreciation.

He could hear the smile in Milo’s voice, proud that Reynaldo admired his penis. “I told you that you like cock.”

Reynaldo remembered that, on the shores of the Sacramento. Milo had known that before Reynaldo even did. He smeared up his own cock with the grease and positioned the glans against the tight bud of Milo’s eager ass. “You were right,” Reynaldo whispered, and plunged his cock inside his lover.

At first he thought from the loud groan Milo let loose that he was injuring him. But after getting his grip on the table and stabilizing himself, Milo wiggled his hips to show subservience, maybe even yearning. “
Oh, God.
That’s it,” Milo said. “Do it. Fuck me, Vargas. Bumfuck me hard.”

Milo held his muscular body up off the table, his pulsing, purplish dick begging for release, bobbing above the tin of bear grease. Reynaldo had never penetrated another man, and it was heavenly, how tight and hot the clenching rectum around his prick, how cushiony the rounded ass when he plunged it into the hilt.

He went slowly at first. Milo rotated his hips salaciously like a seductive Far East dancer, and Reynaldo couldn’t resist slurping and nipping at his satiny shoulders, browned by working in the sun. With his mouth close to Milo’s ear, he grunted, “You’re a seductive beast. You know it, too. You’re still manipulating me even though you’re offering me your ass.”

“Oh, go to blazes,” Milo rasped. “I wouldn’t let just anyone hump me like an animal. That’s it, Vargas. Stroke me. Find that spot I found inside your ass. Admit you want it. Admit you want to rub me there and watch me shoot my load across this table.”

Reynaldo was about to admit that very thing. He squeezed Milo’s greasy, whopping dick in his fist, but behind him, someone gasped in surprise. Instinctively he swiveled his torso around. He’d never minded being watched before while performing, but the gasp sounded suspiciously…feminine.

At first all he saw was the curvy silhouette of a woman in a full Californio skirt that didn’t quite cover her ankles. Reynaldo froze, because it was not usual for a woman to gape at men rutting. Californio women twittered or blanched in embarrassment and skittered away. This woman just stood like a deer waiting to be shot, a hand lightly resting on her throat.

“Come on, Vargas,” grunted Milo. He squeezed Reynaldo’s fingers around his meat, urging him on. “Screw me good. I want to feel you shoot me full of hot jism. Why are you—
oh
.”

Milo sounded pleased that Tillie Crabtree stood in the doorway. But Reynaldo had never been this mortified in his life, to be caught in flagrante delicto mounting another man like a stallion. Caught by the woman he’d been attempting to court.

Milo fairly purred with pleasure when he twisted his neck around to see what Reynaldo was looking at and saw Tallulah standing in the doorway.
Aha.
Dobry.
Good
. She had followed his instructions and waited ten minutes before following him into the barracks, where he’d been confident he could easily seduce Corporal Vargas for the third time in as many weeks. Now he could give her what she had wished for—the vision of two men going hard at it. What she chose to do about this was up to her.

He knew he was just proving Reynaldo’s point by setting this up. He
was
a
maldito desgraciado
, that was certain. He
was
a manipulative bastard. It was true he’d never been mounted by a man before. He preferred to be the aggressor, the one in control, the one with the power. But he knew that if he tempted Reynaldo by offering his ass for the taking, Reynaldo would cave. And instead of Reynaldo giving Milo the what for, pasting him, and running out of the room, Tallulah would find them in the sultriest compromising position that would have her pussy juices flowing.

Now Tallulah came around the side of the men, her wide eyes fixated on their locked haunches, hand to her mouth in shock. Reynaldo was as still as a stalked elk, only his thighs quivering, his prick deep inside Milo twitching. Milo, however, was proud that her dark, wide eyes were fully taking in his nude, athletic body. He had no shame. He’d been working the plow since a youth in Poland and when very young had become acutely aware how girls’ eyes gleamed if he chanced to display his biceps. Since his wife’s death he’d used this to his advantage to seduce, well, any man who caught his fancy, as Reynaldo correctly accused him of.

“Milo,” Tallulah whispered with wonder. “You’ve been up to the devil’s work.”

Immediately Reynaldo jerked and began to pull of out Milo’s ass. “Señorita Crabtree, you must be getting the wrong impress—”

Tallulah held a calming hand to Reynaldo’s shoulder. “Don’t move,” she commanded. Reynaldo was still nearly fully clothed, having just yanked down his pantaloons to unsheathe his cock—and besides, Milo knew that the woman was dying to touch a man’s naked skin. She did, running her hand over Milo’s bare, sweaty chest, obviously taking great delight in rolling the nub of his nipple between thumb and forefinger. “What sort of ‘wrong impression’ could I get, Corporal? You’re buried balls-deep in this delicious commander of the rebels.”

“She’s right,” panted Milo. His cock jumped when Tallulah tweaked his nipple, and now she ran a hand down his flank to fondle the slope of his ass, fingering the raised welts there. “What excuse do we have, Vargas? We’re caught red-handed.”

“Not
me
!” Reynaldo made another move to withdraw his prick, still rigid and jerking against Milo’s prostate, but Tallulah slapped the corporal’s naked butt.

“I
told
you not to move!”

Milo smiled at her commanding tone. She had probably never engaged in play of this nature, but she was quite a natural at it. He handed her the quirt Reynaldo had tossed to the table. “Perhaps the corporal needs punishment as well.” And he backed his ass up against the corporal while wiggling his hips, the better to lodge the bulging cockhead deep inside him. Reynaldo’s hot, full balls swayed against his.

Tallulah looked from the quirt to Milo’s haunches back to the quirt. At last she whispered, “It is
you
I wish to punish, for I think you engineered all this.”

That was the moment, in retrospect, when Milo fell hopelessly in love with Tallulah. She had read him like a book, but instead of detesting him for his machinations, she respected him! She must have known something was up when he told her to wait ten minutes before coming to the barracks. Witnessing him being screwed by a man wasn’t going to dissuade her from thinking he was a ganymede, but whatever it took to stimulate the woman, get her fired up, was all right.

Only now his heart was stabbed deeper, and he was afraid he loved her. And she was tossing the quirt on the table and saying, “But because you’re so devilishly handsome and you look like a wild, untamed satyr being fucked like that, I cannot resist you.”

She wedged her body between him and the table so her bursting breasts rubbed against his nude chest, and she boldly grabbed his slippery erection. Where Reynaldo’s fist had been pumping mere seconds ago, now the little spitfire massaged the length of his tool. Her eyes halfway closed and she tilted her head, lunging her pubic bone against his testicles. “You’re a virile, magnetic man,” she whispered. Louder, she said, “Wouldn’t you agree, Corporal?”

Her humping of Milo with the lap of her skirt speared Reynaldo’s cock deeper inside Milo. It was absurd for the soldier to try to pretend he had just stumbled along and his cock had fallen inside Milo’s ass. So Reynaldo muttered sheepishly, “Of course I agree.” He slapped Milo’s greasy butt to show that
he
was in control,
he
had the power. “He has a delectable rounded butt. Every soldier in the California Battalion wants to fuck him.”

Milo gasped when Reynaldo smacked him even harder. “But none ever
has
,” he had to remind his domineering friend.

“Until me,” Reynaldo crowed, becoming bolder now and moving again inside Milo. He pulled out so far his bulging cockhead rimmed Milo’s tight anal ring, and Milo gritted his teeth in a combination of pleasure and pain. He would have to remember to put the corporal back into his place…later.

Exhaling when Reynaldo impaled him again, Milo gently replaced a lock of hair that had fallen out of the coiled braid on Tallulah’s head. “Is this as delicious a sight as you’d imagined?”

“More so,” she breathed, squeezing his cock salaciously.

He could easily lift her skirts and plunge his cock into her, but for some odd reason, he didn’t want to. There was time for that later. He wouldn’t leave Sonoma for a while after capturing it…if ever. He kissed the ravishing woman now, supping hungrily on her lips, lapping the underside of her cunning tongue while she corkscrewed her little fist around his tool. He wouldn’t last long like this, but he didn’t want to screw her on the tabletop. For the first time in five years, he wanted to proceed slower with a lover. Perhaps because Tallulah was the first woman in five years and he had to wrack his brain to remember the techniques to toying with a woman.

But as it turned out, he didn’t need to make any decision. With a giant smack of her lips, Tallulah broke away from him and vanished. She’d dropped to her knees almost beneath the table as Reynaldo gripped Milo’s hips and sped up his fucking. Milo groaned like a dying bull when the sultry innkeeper sucked his penis into her mouth. Obviously an experienced cocksucker, Milo even felt a twinge of jealousy when she expertly suctioned his prick. He was actually jealous that she’d done this before and didn’t need instruction!

Reynaldo reached around him and fingered his nipples while nipping at his earlobe. His lyrical Spanish accent now seduced Milo as his penis throbbed deep inside him. “You did this on purpose, you
pendejo
. I’m starting to see how you operate. Very intelligent, good planning. I think you are suited to be commander of the Osos. But you can’t ignore that you’re being penetrated by a corporal of the California Battalion. And that you like it when I slap your beautiful ass.”
Slap
.