Two Can Play That Game (3 page)

He
reached into his back pocket, removed his wallet and flipped it open and closed
in a flash. "Satisfied?"

"Hardly."
She wouldn't be satisfied until she knew who he was and got a little more of
what she'd received in the pool the previous night.

"Now,
if you'll please step out of the car, my partner and I will get down to
business."

Her hand
on the door handle, she hesitated, her pulse pounding. "Partner?"

Another
man, also wearing a black cowboy hat, stepped up to her door, grabbed the
handle and pulled it open. "Yes, ma'am. If you'll step out of the vehicle,
we can conduct this search and get you off in no time."

The
second man was equally as tall and as broad-shouldered as her cowboy from the
night before. A shiver of need whizzed across Charli's skin. Two cowboys? Was
she dreaming again? Wasn't it every girl's fantasy to have two hunky cowboys at
one time? Or was it only in her perverted mind?

Despite
the inner warnings going off in her head, she couldn't stop herself from
stepping out of the SUV. As soon as her feet touched the ground, she was yanked
into the first cowboy's arms, kissed soundly, then spun away and pushed up
against the hood of her vehicle.

Surprise
had her reaching out to stop herself from crashing into the metal. Cool handcuffs
snapped onto one wrist and then the other before she could protest. With her
hands bound together, she tried to push away from the SUV and stand straight.
"Hey, what's with the cuffs?"

"Routine,
ma'am." Her cowboy leaned over her shoulder, his breath stirring the
tendrils of hair over her ear. "Now spread your legs." He braced one
of his boots between her feet and kicked her right foot outward.

Forced
to spread them, Charli's belly tightened, her pulse racing. "What are you
going to do?"

"We
have to search you."

"For
what?" she asked.

"For
a few minutes. Now silence or we'll be forced to perform a strip search."

"Oh,
boys, I don't think you know quite what you're doing," she teased,
frustrated that she had her back to them and couldn't see their faces. "Are
you even law enforcement officials?"

"Never
said we were. Have a problem with that?" The second cowboy leaned close to
her ear and pushed her long hair to the side. "My partner says you've
broken a law or two lately. Sounds like a punishable offense." He nipped
her earlobe.

Charli
sucked in a sharp breath, the slight pain on her ear only making her hornier.
"What exactly did he tell you?"

Her cowboy
from the night before reached around her to tug her tank top hem from her denim
shorts. "Only the truth. Nothing but the truth." He kissed the curve
of her neck as his hands slipped beneath her shirt, sliding across her skin,
inching upward.

The
other man found the rivet on her shorts and flipped it free of the hole,
sliding the zipper downward. "The truth being that you two had all the fun
without me."

A jolt
went straight to her pussy. "You know we're out on a well-traveled
highway. What if someone comes by? I could scream and you two would go to
jail." Her head dropped back, belying her words. If she screamed it would
be in rapture, not fear.

"Oh,
you'll scream all right." Cowboy Number Two dropped down on his haunches,
both hands curling around her ankle. He rose ever upward, rough, calloused
fingers skimming across her calf, the back of her knee, the inside of her thigh
to the tattered fringe of her cutoffs that barely hid the curve of her butt
cheeks. He didn't stop there, his coarse fingers slipping beneath her cutoffs
to cup her ass, finding and tugging at the string of her thong panties.
"You'll scream when we probe you for hidden secrets."

Her
pussy clenched, a wash of juices gushing forth.

The
first cowboy maneuvered behind her, flicking the catch on her bra with one
hand, the other ready to catch one full, ripe breast as it spilled into his
palm. The hand on her back slipped lower and she could feel him fumbling behind
her. Then a hard rod poked into her back. "Ever been fucked by two men at
once?"

"No,"
she whispered, her breathing ragged, the assault on her senses, driving her
body into a frenzy. She wanted this. She wanted his cock inside her. Wanted his
mouth on her pussy, sucking, flicking and tonguing her over the edge of sanity.
"Please."

"Please
what?" The cowboy with his hand on her butt found her tight, round asshole
and poked a finger in. "Fuck you with my finger or with my dick?"

"Both.
Now. Please." She tried to turn and face them, to see beneath the black
hats.

"Silence!"
The man with the deep voice slapped her ass. "Our identity is of no
concern to you. To keep you from further discovering the truth, we will have to
administer the shroud of darkness."

"Shroud
of darkness? You two are killing me." Charli pushed her bound hands against
the hood of her SUV. "Uncuff me so that I can touch you. Hell, so that I
can touch myself. I can't take much more of this."

 Deep
Voice leaned close, refusing to let her push away from the hood of the SUV.
Before she could protest, a dark bandana was tied around her head, covering her
eyes. A thrill of apprehension shivered across her skin. "Hey, this is
getting creepy. Let go of me."

"We
will, once we've completed our probe." Her cowboy with the deep voice
pulled her away from the vehicle and into his arms, tipping her chin upward.
"All you have to do is say
stop
and we'll let go. No harm, no
foul." His lips brushed across hers, a hint of mint and coffee teasing her
senses. "Understood?" he asked, his tongue flicking out to run across
her bottom lip.

She nodded,
her mouth opening.

He took
her, his lips slanting over hers, his tongue pushing past her teeth to tangle
and sweep alongside hers, thrusting in and out. When the cowboy lifted his
head, Charli tried to follow him.

"Do
you want us to stop?" he whispered against her ear.

Her
wrists encased in handcuffs and her eyes blindfolded, Charli should have been
appalled, scared and angry. Instead she shook her head, excited beyond belief,
her body primed and ready for whatever these men had planned. "Please, don't
stop."

"Remove
her shorts. We need to check everywhere."

A
chuckle rose from the man kneeling at her feet. "With pleasure." Big
hands gripped the hem of her cutoffs and dragged them down over her thighs,
inching lower a little at a time until the cool night air skimmed across her buttocks.

"The
panties, too." Deep Voice demanded.

"Yes,
sir." As soon as the shorts dropped to her ankles, the other cowboy dug
his fingers beneath the elastic of her thong and dragged them down her legs,
pulling off both panties and shorts. "I think we have to explore further.
Seems there's something of interest in here." He parted her folds and
flicked at her clit.

Charli
moaned, her body on fire.

"I
believe you're right. Let's bring it up into the light so that we can see more
clearly what we have to work with," said that deep resonant tone.

Unable
to see what was going on, Charli squealed when arms scooped behind her legs and
swung her up in the air. She was carried a short distance, then laid out on a
blanket, the surface hard beneath her backside, hard metal like the bed of a
pickup. "You might warn me next time," she grumbled. Her last word
ended on a gasp as a firm mouth closed on her pussy, the hot tongue swirling in
her juices. "Oh, my." Her knees opened wider, her hands hooking
around the back of his head, urging him closer.

Firm fingers
reached out and cupped her breasts. "Better?" The second cowboy
breathed against her ear.

"Ummm,
yesss." Her words hitched in her throat as tingling turned to electrical
jolts speeding through her system. "So much better. But I want to play,
too."

"This
is serious business. My partner needs to probe the inside of your mouth with
his stick."

"What
kind of stick?" Charli asked, knowing the answer, her pulse accelerating.

The
rustle of clothing and a thunk of boots hitting the pavement was followed by
the truck bed giving beneath the weight of another occupant.

Even
with her eyes closed, she could tell when the other cowboy straddled her, his
knees on either side of her head. When something velvety smooth, yet stiff and
hard bumped against her lips, she gasped, her mouth opening.

She
raised her bound hands to grasp the rod, guiding a full, engorged cock into her
mouth. Even as she sucked the newest stranger's shaft between her lips, her
original cowboy pushed her knees wider, his thumb finding and pressing into her
anus. A warm wet tongue traveled along the inside of her thigh, teasing a path
to her center, that throbbing, needy nubbin of nerves that flared to life like
tinder exposed to flame. Her back arched and her heels dug into the blanket,
thrusting her closer to that magical tongue flicking, licking and swirling her
to the edge of sanity.

Her
fingers smoothed down over the cock, finding and kneading the balls at its
base. The cowboy above her thrust deep, bumping against the back of her throat.
As he pulled out, she clamped down gently, scraping her teeth across his skin.

"Careful,
now." He pulled his cock to the edge of her lips. "No biting or we'll
have to punish you."

Intrigued
by the threat, she nipped the tip of his penis, a guilty smile curling her
lips. What more did these two have in store for her? And good Lord, why wasn't
she more concerned over being captured by the pair?

A hand
reached between them and pinched her nipple hard.

"Ouch!"

"Two
can play that game," said the cowboy poised above her.

The
little bit of playful pain, and the excitement and danger of getting caught by
passersby stoked her embers, bring the fire back into her body, reminding her
of how good being naughty could feel. She grabbed for the cock in front of her,
lifted her head and sucked it fully into her mouth. Her fingers squeezed the
balls, caught between them as the cowboy over her stiffened, thrust one last
time and pulled free of her mouth.

Meanwhile,
the man between her legs brought her to the big "O" with a few
well-placed strokes with that miraculous tongue, catapulting her into ecstasy.
She screamed out loud, her voice piercing the still night air, echoing into the
darkness. Her body throbbed, her pelvis rocking with her release. But it wasn't
enough.

"Inside.
I need you inside me. Now!" She wrapped her ankles around his back, urging
him upward.

The man
whose cock she'd sucked moved away, perching close by.

Deep
Voice rose to his knees, draped her legs over his shoulders and drove into her
pussy in one hard, swift thrust. He held her hips still, encased to the hilt,
his cock pulsing inside her.

Her body
stiffened then relaxed. "More. Please. More," she gasped, ready to
take this fucking to the next level. She wanted to feel him inside her,
scraping her channel in the smooth sensuous rhythm of a lover.

Instead,
he pulled free.

"What?"
She reached out with bound hands, grasping at air.

Before
she could capture his cock and bring it home, he flipped her onto her side. He
laid down facing her, his cock nudging against her clit. "I ask you again,
have you ever been fucked by two men at once?"

Her
heart pounding against her chest, her mind embracing all the possibilities, her
eyes straining to see through the black bandana, Charli whispered,
"No."

"Do
you want to?" the other cowboy asked, a hand caressing her hip.

"Yes!"
Charlie lay still, unsure what to do next, wondering if she sounded too eager,
too needy. She didn't care as long as they left her satisfied.

With her
cowboy facing her, his fingers threading through her hair, she held her breath,
waiting for their next move, completely captivated by their wicked intentions.

The
other man slipped in behind her, his body spooning her, warming her backside,
his dick pressing between her butt cheeks, probing for her anus and finding it.
He swirled a finger in her pussy, dragging the thick juices to coat her asshole
and his member.

Pulse
pounding in her ears, Charli could hardly stand the suspense. Her skin flushed
hot and then cold. What would it feel like to have two men inside her at once?
Wasn't this every woman's secret fantasy? Would it hurt? Would it be sweet
torture? Would they ever get around to it?

She
wiggled impatiently against the cowboy behind her, parting her legs to give him
better access.

His
thick, wet cock pressed against the tight hole, gently pushing in until just
the rounded head fit inside.

Charli
sucked in a quick breath and held it, the initial pain easing as she relaxed.

Her
deep-toned cowboy fingered her pussy, swirling into her, stirring her juices
with one, then two and finally three fingers, pushing in, widening her channel.
With wet fingers, he found her clit and flicked it, his cock thrusting into her
at the same time, bumping against the other cowboy's dick, filling her anus.