Covington, Cara - Love Under Two Cowboys [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 10

  Carrie closed her eyes, her focus absolute as she sucked and clenched and felt her peak approach. She moved her right hand up and cupped Brian’s balls, then squeezed them gently.

  He sucked in a breath and groaned. “You have a fucking wonderful mouth, darlin’. Will you drink my cum?”

  Carrie answered him by leaving the teasing behind and drawing on him in earnest. She’d never tasted a man’s seed, never given this personal a gift but she wanted, needed, to give it to him now. She squeezed her inner muscles, sending a rippling caress along Chase’s cock. She needed to give these men everything.

  “Dayum, woman, yeah, just like that. Just a bit…I’m so close…hell, here it comes!”

  Carrie sucked and swallowed even as she felt Chase begin to thrust in deep, fast strokes. Then Chase cursed, and held himself deep inside her. Reaching down, he pinched her clit, and Carrie began to come for the third time.

  Unable to think, unable to move, unable to control, Carrie could only swallow and wallow and come in one long, perfect spiral of erotic bliss.

  Chapter 8

  How could he have known she would taste like forever?

  Chase sighed as he braced his arms on the bed on either side of her and tried to catch his breath. “God in Heaven, woman, I think you wrecked me.”

  Carrie made a sound in her throat and raised her right hand off the bed for a moment, only to let it drop again.

  Chase grinned. He guessed he and Brian had pretty well wrecked her, too.

  “Three.” She sighed. “Three orgasms in one night. Holy hell.”

  “Sorry, darlin’. We’ll try to do better. It’s just that we’re out of practice.”

  Chase chuckled, as much from his brother’s words as from the sensation of Carrie jiggling under him.

  “’S all right. I forgive you. Good night.”

  She closed her eyes, and he was still sheathed within her. Her left hand still cupped Brian’s balls, and his cock, which had been on the flaccid side, brushed her cheek.

  He raised one eyebrow as his gaze met Bri’s. “Clearly, sugar, we have to work on your stamina.”

  “Mm. I thought I did okay.”

  Her eyes were still closed, and he thought in that moment she was the cutest damn thing he’d even seen.

  Brian eased his sac from her hand, and then backed off the bed. Chase stretched right out on top of Carrie and put his mouth on hers.

  “Mmm.” She opened to his kiss, and he used his lips and tongue to soothe and seduce, to entice and entreat. When he ended the kiss he held himself still, his lips just hovering above hers.

  She used that pink little tongue to sweep her lips, gathering in the taste of her own nectar he’d just shared with her.

  When she opened her eyes, he said, “You did excellently well, sugar, but that was only the first act.”

  He waited until he knew she’d understood him—he figured she was there when her eyes widened—and then he slid his hands under her and lifted her.

  His cock came out of her, of course, because he was only semihard. She wrapped her arms and legs around him as he knelt with her on the bed. She laid her head on his shoulder and he grinned. Damned if her trust in him not to drop her wasn’t the sexiest damn thing he’d ever known.

  He carried her into the bathroom where Brian had already turned on the shower. He came over, lifted Carrie into his arms, and took her into the enclosure, under the spray.

  Chase rid himself of the condom, turned on the jets of the hot tub so it would be ready for them, and then joined his brother and his woman in the shower.

  “Oh, my God, I’ve imagined this shower. I never saw one with so many showerheads.”

  Brian had one arm wrapped around her waist, with her front plastered against his. She had her eyes closed again, but her head tipped back as she took advantage of the water raining down upon her.

  She didn’t have much hair, so it didn’t take Chase long to lather and rinse it. He’d always thought that he preferred long hair on a woman. Now he knew, he just preferred this woman, and however she wore her hair was just fine by him.

  Carrie made erotic sounds of pleasure as he massaged her scalp. “You’re very tactile, aren’t you? We’ll have to go to one of those fancy bath shops and get some nice massage oil. I can just imagine you under our hands as we massage you.”

  “Oh, God, I’d likely melt right into the bed. Y’all are going to spoil me.”

  “Oh, you bet we are,” Brian said. “And we’ll love every minute of doing so, too.”

  They’d stocked some conditioner on the chance they’d have her right here with them, and so he massaged a generous dollop into her hair. The scent, a light, teasing floral fragrance, had made him think of her when he’d smelled it at the store.

  Once he’d rinsed the conditioner out, he eased her against him so that Brian could lather his hands and wash her body.

  “Darlin’, you feel so good beneath my hands.”

  Chase watched the pleasure on his brother’s face. How awesome was it that they loved the same woman? They’d shared before, a couple of times. For them and the women involved, it had been lighthearted, fun and games, sort of friends with benefits. They’d pleasured the woman between them, of course, and treated each one with absolute respect.

  But they hadn’t loved them, the way they both already loved Carrie. They hadn’t felt that soul-deep connection and unparalleled pleasure, as he could see on Brian’s face, as he felt deep inside himself, now.

  “Turn around, darlin’, and let me do your back.”

  “I want to play, too.”

  Chase said, “Don’t worry, you will. Here.” He handed her another bar of soap. “You can start with me.”

  He shivered with the delicacy of her touch, made even more ethereal with the addition of soap bubbles. She stroked his chest, swirling around his nipples, using her fingernails to give her own version of a massage as she scraped them gently through the hair of his chest.

  He bit back a groan, not at all surprised when his cock hardened. As she brought her hands downward, his randy dick actually bobbed as if to greet her.

  “Oh my, what do you know? It’s awake.” She looked up and met his gaze. She appeared so young, and so…carefree. He guessed her past had weighed on her—how could it not? He vowed then and there to do all he could to ensure she never carried her burdens alone again.

  “Huh. I wonder how that happened?”

  Carrie giggled. She used her hands to stroke and caress, and man, he didn’t think his cock had ever been so well bathed in his entire life.

  “I’ve heard that some men name their cocks.” She cupped her hands to catch some water, and did a damn fine job of rinsing him.

  He said, “Is that right?”

  “It is. And I was wondering, does your cock have a name?”

  He cupped her face, drawing her gaze up from his very needy little buddy so that he could look into her eyes. “It does indeed have a name.”

  Carrie’s eyes widened. “Oh, you have to tell me!”

  He bent down, kissed her, a short, carnal kiss, then eased back. “It’s called yours. And I think you need to take it into your mouth and make it feel nice and warm and welcome.”

  Carrie grinned. “Why don’t I just do that little thing?”

  Chase had planned to give her some smart-ass reply, but his thoughts disintegrated on a groan when she promptly bent over and turned words into action.

  * * * *

  Carrie had thought herself too exhausted to make love anymore that night. She’d been wrong, of course.

  It had only taken a few minutes under the warm spray, with Chase washing her hair and Brian smoothing soap all over her body to light her fires anew. And as they’d been playing, a new hunger had exploded inside of her. The hunger to suck Chase’s cock into her mouth and drink his seed.

  She opened her mouth and slid her lips over his cockhead, then continued to take him into her, as deep as she could. She breathed deeply when hi
s cock hit the back of her throat. She wanted to grin when she realized she would need to practice in order to do this right, in order to deep-throat them.

  Somehow she didn’t think they’d mind if she confessed that need.

  Salty and tangy, Chase’s cock felt just a bit thicker around than Brian’s though she didn’t think he was quite as long.

  He tasted different from his brother, yet his flavor fulfilled a need in her that felt ingrained, almost instinctive.

  She hadn’t known she hungered for these men until she’d met them.

  She moved her head up and down, sliding his hot, hard shaft in and out of her mouth. She used her tongue to stroke that shaft, and gave him little sucking motions as she did.

  “Oh, God, sugar, you have a great mouth.”

  “She does, doesn’t she? And here I am, looking at this luscious ass.” Brian smoothed one hand over her ass, and then slid his hand between her legs.

  Carrie groaned. Chase combed his hands through her hair and held her head tight. Brian kept sliding the side of his hand back and forth over her slit.

  He pressed against her, and she had no doubt that he was as hard and as randy as his brother.

  “The way you’re so sweetly bent over there, darlin’, is just so damn sexy. I want to slide my cock right into your cunt.”

  Carrie didn’t want to lift her mouth from Chase even long enough to give Brian a short answer. So she hummed her approval around his delicious cock.

  “Holy hell, sugar.”

  “I’ll take that as a yes,” Brian said.

  Carrie nearly grinned around that wonderful dick in her mouth, but instead sucked him just a little harder. She felt Brian moving behind her, had the sense that he was reaching up for something on the high shelf at his end of the shower.

  She heard the unmistakable sound of a foil wrapper tearing, and the sound of a condom being rolled into place.

  Then Brian took his hand from her pussy, and replaced it with his cock.

  She felt the slide of his latex-covered cockhead against the opening of her slit. He rubbed it back and forth, not penetrating, just caressing her, ending with a soft nudge of her clit.

  He felt so hot, so good, she could only moan again. That seemed to be all the permission he needed. He centered his cock against her opening and penetrated her in one smooth thrust.

  “Oh, Carrie, your pussy feels so good around my cock.” Brian groaned with pleasure as he began to move his cock in and out of her cunt. Carrie shivered, and slowed her sucking just a little to better focus on the feel of Brian Benedict’s cock inside her.

  He caressed her naked ass, running his hands over her flesh. Then he began to stroke along her crack, running his fingers up and down, tracing them lightly over her anus.

  She shivered and moaned again.

  “Damn, woman.” Chase tightened his grip in her hair.

  “I think our woman might enjoy having her ass played with. What do you think, Chase?”

  “Lord, I hope so.” Chase smoothed his hands over her back.

  “What do you think, darlin’? Will you let us play with your ass? We want to stretch you, so that someday you can take our cocks there.”

  “Then, sugar, you can have a cock in your cunt and one in your ass. What do you think about that?”

  In answer, she sucked him a bit deeper, then reached forward and cupped his balls in her hand. They felt hot to the touch, soft and delicate, yet they held his seed, and the key to life itself.

  “Christ, sugar, I’m not going to last if you keep that up.”

  Brian moved, eased his cock all the way out of her, and then slammed it all the way inside her, one smooth powerful thrust. He stretched her, pushing deep. Then he withdrew almost all the way out, and slammed home again.

  Carrie shivered as tiny little firecrackers of pleasure burst at various points throughout her body. She knew she wouldn’t last either, despite having already had more orgasms tonight than she’d had in her entire life to date.

  “Here, let’s try this, sugar. Make your lips form an ‘O’ around my cock, and let me handle the action.”

  “Our woman has a hot, tight cunt and a very fuckable mouth.”

  “She does, brother. She really does. What a hot little honey she is.”

  Why does their talk enflame me? Carrie gave up figuring out the why and the how of things. She did as Chase asked, forming her mouth around his cock the same as she’d done with Brian, and felt the change instantly as he began to piston his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her mouth at an ever-increasing pace. She sucked, greedily devouring the drops of pre-cum he gave her, craving his load, ready to drink it all.

  Chase bent over her. “I won’t go too deep, sugar. I promise.”

  She never doubted him, but in thanks, caressed his balls just a bit more. He made a humming sound of his own.

  Brian began to grunt as he moved inside her faster and deeper. He grasped her hips, and she loved the forceful feel of his grip, loved the way his cock moved in and out of her, the way he stroked the sides of her tunnel and the friction of him just around her pussy lips.

  “So close.” Brian groaned out his words, and then he, too, bent over her. His right hand released her hip and slid around her stomach, to the front of her. He trailed his fingers down, until she could feel him touching the place where he impaled her. Just the image that created, of his hand stroking her pussy lips and his own cock as he fucked her made her shiver and mew and begin to reach for the rapture that held itself just beyond her grasp.

  Then Brian found her clit. He rubbed it lightly, back and forth and pinched it between thumb and forefinger.

  “Come for us, angel,” he said.

  Carrie’s orgasm swirled and rolled and spilled right out of her, a living, breathing essence of its own. It brought wave after wave of the most astounding ecstasy.

  Her bliss continued on, peaking anew, drenching her in shivery delight as she felt the cock in her pussy go deep, hold fast, and spasm. In her mouth, Chase’s dick twitched, and in her hand his balls tightened as if drawing up, and she began to suck on him, long, deep draughts that brought his hot seed out of him, and into her hungry, waiting mouth.

  “Jesus, woman.” Chase ran his hand from her hair to her shoulders, then eased back, until his cock slid from her mouth. His words had warmed her, letting her know she’d pleased him, and so she used her hand to lift his now-soft dick and kiss it gently.

  Brian’s hands moved from her hips to her waist. He, too, withdrew from her body and then helped her to straighten up.

  “Come on, sugar, hot tub and then bed.”

  Carrie grinned when Chase lifted her yet again. “I can walk, you know.”

  “You don’t weigh much and I like carrying you.”

  “That is the most amazing shower. I could have sworn the water turned to mist. Maybe we made too much heat.”

  “No such thing as too much heat, darlin’,” Brian said. He walked over to the toilet, disposed of his condom, and then joined them at the edge of the tub. “However, the shower does have a mist setting, which I turned it to just before I nailed you.”

  The coarse term tickled her and she couldn’t help but laugh. “I never knew sex could be so much fun.”

  “Makin’ love, sugar. And yeah, if you do it right, it’s sexy and tender and fun. If you’re the right mates, and you do it right, it’s everything.”

  Chase said that in a tone that made it sound like he was just having a normal conversation. But Carrie sensed there was more emotion behind his words than he was letting on.

  He eased himself into the water with her still in his arms. As soon as he sat down, she stroked the side of his face with her hand. When he met her gaze, she said, “I stand corrected.” She gave him a sweet kiss, and then moved off his lap so she could turn and kiss Brian, too. Then she sighed as she relaxed back against the side of the tub.

  Just because she wasn’t on the same page they were, emotionally or relationship-wise, di
dn’t mean she couldn’t appreciate their feelings.

  She didn’t know if what she felt for them was love, or not. What she did know was that she already felt more than she’d ever imagined she would. And for now—for her at least—that was good, and that was enough.

  Chapter 9

  Chase turned his head gently to get a look at the bedside clock. He’d only dozed off and on since Carrie had dropped off to sleep an hour before. Her breaths had been deep and even for a while now.

  Two fifteen. Considering he and his brother had both been at her voraciously since just after six, he guessed he shouldn’t be surprised she slept so deeply.

  He liked the way she snuggled into him, and the feel of her body pressed against his. He could still smell her on his face and hands and body, and that was a cock-hardening fact.

  He wasn’t a complete pig. He had no intention of jumping her bones again no matter how horny he got. He intended to let her sleep at least until dawn.

  Carrie didn’t have to be at the restaurant until after ten o’clock tomorrow morning. There’d be plenty of time for more loving, and for her to shower and dress in the morning.

  If I’m not going to touch her, I’d better get my horny dick out of such close proximity before my lower brain takes over.

  Chase moved carefully, easing out from beneath her, pressing his pillow closer to her, and covering her with the sheet and light blanket as he got himself off the bed. He and Brian had moved a few of their things into this room over the last couple of days, their way of positive-thinking their woman into making that first move.

  Guess it worked.

  He snagged a pair of boxers from a drawer, and then headed down toward the kitchen. He kept his steps quiet. The door to Julián’s room was closed. He hadn’t heard the man come in, but that wasn’t surprising.

  One thing a lot of the houses in Lusty had in common was better-than-average soundproofing.

  Once downstairs, he made himself a cup of coffee. You can take the boy out of Manhattan, but I guess some of that New York glam sticks. He never thought he’d prefer a fancy, single-cup coffee brewer over his trusty old percolator, but damned if this fancy machine didn’t make the best coffee he’d ever tasted.