Covington, Cara - Love Under Two Cowboys [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 19

  “Oh, I’m so close, oh yes, yes, Brian, harder!” She used one hand to balance herself against the truck seat, and the other she reached back for him, needing to grab his ass and pull him to her, help him take her.

  “You’re a hot little piece, aren’t you? Mmm, yes, fuck, your cunt feels so damn good wrapped around my cock. Squeeze me, darlin’. Yeah, baby, just like that. God!”

  Carrie had no breath for words even if she could get her brain to function. Reason and logic disintegrated, and she evolved into a creature of sensations, a feral creature for whom there was only this, the cock of her mate pumping in and out of her willing, wanton pussy.

  Brian grunted and tugged her hair hard as he pushed into her and held himself deep. Carrie screamed his name as her orgasm exploded and she came hard. Swamped with wave after stunning wave of sensation, her keening cry sounded otherworldly to her own ears. The climax held her, stroking her inside and out with what felt like a high-voltage current until finally it sizzled out.

  Carrie fell forward onto the seat. She saw stars and realized her eyes had closed and she was holding her breath. Brian’s hand stroked her between where her skirt was bunched and where her shirt stretched between her shoulders.

  “I didn’t hurt you?” He leaned forward and kissed her neck.

  “Never.” Carrie grinned. His cock was still inside her giving her intermittent little pulses—she guessed that was the male version of aftershocks.

  Either that or he has stupendous recovery and control.

  “So you’re all right?”

  “Oh, I’m better than all right, cowboy.”

  “Good.” He eased his cock out of her, and stepped back. She felt his hands slide around her and ease her up, so she was standing straight. He took a moment to adjust her clothing, only he wasn’t covering her. He was rolling her skirt so that it stayed in place, bunched around her waist. Then he said, “In that case, you can head on up to the porch. Don’t touch your clothing, just get walking. Chase is waiting for you.”

  And then Brian turned her so that she faced Chase, smacked her on the ass, and gave her a tiny little push.

  Chapter 17

  Carrie looked up toward the porch. The sight before her caught her breath and relit her arousal.

  Oh. My. God. Chase was leaning against the house, hat turned down as if to shade his eyes—or hide his face. His right leg, bent at the knee, allowed him to put his foot against the house. He looked relaxed, and insouciant, except for one thing.

  His cock was sticking out of his pants, standing tall and erect and covered in a condom.

  “I do believe you were told to come on up here, sugar. I don’t see you doing that.”

  Oh, yum. Chase’s voice was even sexier than Brian’s when he went all alpha male like that. Lord, I’m going to be dripping my juices if I’m not careful.

  Carrie said nothing, just resumed her walk. She took the steps slowly and then stopped when she stood just a couple of feet in front of him.

  “Up against the railing. Face me and put your hands on the wood, arms out, legs slightly apart, and, sugar? Brace yourself.”

  He hadn’t moved, except for his cock. It kept bobbing as if it was waving a howdy-do to her.

  Carrie knew this man, and would have thought there was nothing about him to give her pause. Yet a delicious thrill of apprehension swept through her as she followed his orders. Her arms extended, her hands wrapped around the round wooden rail, she spread her legs slightly and waited.

  He straightened slowly, and took just a couple of measured steps toward her. “Hang on.” He bent forward and Carrie nearly squealed when he caught her legs on his forearms and then straightened.

  He spread her legs wider and she was challenged to keep her grip on the wooden rail. When he edged closer, she groaned from the wonder of the sensation of his latex-covered cock brushing her pussy. Then he leaned in, shifted, and oh, thank God, his cock slid right into her.

  “Come have a look at this. Isn’t this pretty?”

  Carrie had never felt quite so centered out as she did when Brian came up the porch steps and stood beside his brother. His gaze was riveted to where she and Chase were joined.

  “She looks as good with cock in her cunt as she does with cock in her mouth.”

  “Mmhmm. I can hardly wait to see her with your cock in her ass.”

  Carrie couldn’t help it. She whimpered.

  “I think our woman wants you to hurry up and fuck her cunt so she can feel my cock in her ass.”

  “You think?” Chase had his cock balls-deep in her cunt, but it looked as if his attention was on Brian. If not for the fact that he was flexing his cock inside of her, she might have believed he’d forgotten all about her.

  She hung suspended not only above the porch floor, but just above the precipice she needed to go over in order to come.

  “Oh, please, Chase. Fuck me!”

  Chase grinned. “Certainly, sugar. You only had to ask.” Then he turned to Brian again. “Since she’s in such a hurry, why don’t you give her a hand? Or, more specifically, a thumb and forefinger?”

  “Be happy to.” He smiled at her, then licked his forefinger and thumb, and then oh, so leisurely, brought them close to her body.

  Carrie squeezed Chase’s cock, and he chuckled, and finally, finally started to move in her. Other times, it would be he who would take her with a slow and measured pace. But this time, oh, this time he thrust in hard, fast strokes that pummeled her in the most delicious way. Her breasts jiggled with his thrusts, and Carrie wrapped her legs around him tighter, wrapped her hands around the railing tighter, and lost herself in the wonder of being fucked by his cock.

  “Oh, yes, yes…oh, Chase, yes, please…I need….” Words failed her. She gritted her teeth and a sound emerged that felt as if it came from her very soul, as she bore down on the cock fucking her and tried to pull her orgasm to her.

  Brian stroked her clit, and then pinched it between his thumb and forefinger, and her climax flooded up and out of her, a wild, frantic ride of bliss that consumed her heart and mind, body and soul. She came and came and came and wondered that she could live through such a cataclysm.

  Sound and sensation seemed to shimmer and hang as if suspended in time and space. She’d felt Chase come, heard and felt him struggling for breath.

  He reached behind him and eased her legs from where she’d clamped them around his waist.

  Brian’s arms came around her, which was a really good thing because she didn’t have the strength to hold on for another moment. When Chase stepped back, Brian lifted her and held her close, and carried her inside the house and up the stairs.

  “You still doing okay there, darlin’?”

  Carrie grunted, and somehow found the strength to loop her arms around Brian’s neck. She’d heard the grin in his question, and really couldn’t fault him for it.

  He kept on walking, carrying her through the bedroom and into the bathroom.

  “Give me a sec.” Chase walked past them. She heard the sound of clothes hitting the tile floor, and then the shower came on.

  She giggled when Chase tugged off her shoes and then her skirt while she was still in his brother’s arms. Then he clamped his hands on her waist, and she released Brian. Chase held her a few inches above the floor, and she obediently raised her arms, so Brian could pull her shirt off her.

  Chase didn’t put her down until she was inside the shower stall. Then he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her into his chest. The sensation of his cock resting along her back made her shiver in anticipation.

  Then Brian stepped into the shower with them. He wasted no time squirting some bodywash onto his hands. The scent of oranges filled the enclosure, enhanced by the steam of the water.

  “You’re so damn sexy.” His rough voice caressed her flesh every bit as much as his soapy hands did.

  Carrie sighed as his hands cupped her breasts and his thumbs rubbed back and forth across her nipples. She looked down the fr
ont of his body, unsurprised his cock was already at half-mast.

  She grinned. “Y’all like to talk about how I’m hot, but the two of you are a couple of randy bucks. You are both sex on a stick, and pure sin.”

  “Yes, ma’am.” Chase’s voice sounded in stereo, because her head rested against his chest. “At least we are where you’re concerned,” he said.

  Brian slid a soap-covered hand down over her stomach and then slid it between her legs. He rubbed back and forth over her slit, his hooded gaze heated and locked on hers.

  Chase bent down and kissed her shoulder. He handed her the bottle of bodywash. “Put some on my hand, please, sugar.”

  Carrie did as she was asked, then took the opportunity to squirt some onto her own palm. She didn’t waste any time, because she knew these men. It was only a matter of time until they completely derailed not only her thoughts, but her will, as well.

  She laid a hand on each man’s chest, turning slightly so she could spread the citrus-scented soap. Beneath her hand, slicked by suds, their hard muscles and crisp chest hair tickled her tactile senses. She grinned, because as she trailed her hands southward, their cocks, clearly each of one mind, bobbed eagerly, as if trying to seduce her attention.

  Then Chase laid his hand against her ass, and did a little “bathing” of his own.

  “Ahh, Chase, my God that feels so good.” She stopped thinking about words so that she could focus on the sensation of having one lover’s hand sliding silkily against her pussy while the other ran his foamy fingers in the crack of her ass, teasing her anus. He pushed against her tiny opening, and she wanted to flex all her inner muscles. It continually amazed her how sensitive she was there. Of course, they’d been playing with her ass and inserting those butt plugs in her just about every time they got their hands on her—which was why her rosebud surrendered itself so easily now to his pressure.

  “Talk about sexy.” Chase’s words came out in a growl. “The way your ass opens for us is the sexiest damn thing, ever.”

  “Fuck, I’m so hard, I’m nearly ready to explode again.” Brian hissed that and then he laughed. He reached up and grabbed one of the shower wands and used it to rinse the soap from her body. Then he rinsed himself, and handed it off to Chase and got out of the shower.

  Her cowboys were men on a mission as they made very quick work of drying her. Then Chase scooped her into his arms and carried her to bed.

  His heat surrounded her as he followed her down. His mouth closed over hers, his kiss wet and wild and wonderful. His flavor intoxicated her, and the tango their tongues danced together thrilled her on so very many levels.

  He touched her and her body burned for him. Again, he touched her and her soul cried out for his.

  He touched her and her heart and mind surrendered to him, his mastery, and his will.

  Brian ranged himself on her left side, and when he reached out and stroked her, she hungered for his taste.

  Chase released her to his brother. Carrie wrapped her arms around Brian’s neck and, quite simply, yielded.

  Oh, yes, there it is, the taste of them both in my mouth, on my tongue, and zinging through my blood.

  Carrie never could have imagined that kisses could hold so much emotion and arousal, or that the flavor of two, combined, could be so wonderful.

  She felt movement beside her, heard sounds, but didn’t worry. She loved that these two hot lovers of hers always managed to decide between them how their intimacy would play out.

  So when Brian tapered his kiss, when he used his lips and tongue to sip and taste her cheeks and eyelids, she let him. And when Chase reached for her, she went.

  “Brian needs to be the first, sugar. Let me hold you.” He arranged her so that she lay on her right side, with her left leg draped over his hip.

  Brian had already reached for the items his brother had set out. When she heard the tear of the foil, and the roll of the latex, she flexed her inner muscles.

  She felt the nearness of his body behind her and the heat of his flesh surround her. Chase ducked his head and kissed her, tangling his tongue with hers at the same moment his brother began to spread cold lube up and down the crack of her ass, back and forth over her anus.

  He slipped a finger into her. It burned only a little, a sensation that didn’t even qualify as pain. Then he began to move his finger in and out, in and out. He swirled it slowly working his finger in a circular pattern, so that she understood he stretched her.

  One finger was joined by a second. Here came the burn, and the stretch, and the tingling she’d come to love as she learned the reach of this new erogenous zone of hers. Then Brian withdrew his fingers from her ass and shifted.

  Her heart began to pound in anticipation.

  “I’ll help.” Chase lifted his lips from hers and pressed her head to his shoulder. “Breathe deeply, Carrie, and relax your legs and hips. Just let go and trust us. The first couple of times may hurt a little. If it gets to be too much, you tell us to stop. You hear me?”

  “I do trust you already, and it won’t be too much. The only thing that’s too much is this waiting.” She stretched so she could look over her shoulder. Her eyes widened at the sight of Brian spreading lube on his condom-covered cock.

  “Darlin’, one of these days we’re going to tie you to the bed, and tease your clit and ass until you beg us to let you come.” Brian met her gaze. “You need to let us set the pace sometimes, and stop pushing us.”

  “But y’all both get so masterful when I push you.” She gave him a smile that felt sexy as hell. He seemed to like that smile, because his cock bobbed.

  He nodded. “Ropes and feathers and vibrators it is, then. But later. Much, much later.” He snuggled up behind her and kissed her neck. “Lay your head on Chase, sweet thing. I’m finally going to take this luscious ass of yours.”

  Carrie had no choice. Chase easily arranged her the way they both wanted her. And then he reached down between their bodies and began to play his fingers back and forth across her pussy.

  Her clit jumped up, the horny little thing, and did its best to get his attention, too.

  Chase fastened his mouth on hers and kissed her, his lips sliding, his tongue mating with hers, a languid kind of waltz that he led with a kind of fierce reverence. Brian kissed her neck and shoulder, and played his hands against her ass, caressing her with deep and sultry strokes. He added more lube, and then he edged his hips closer and settled the tip of his cock against her anus.

  Carrie moaned as Brian’s cock began to press into her. He felt so much larger—and so much hotter—than the largest butt plug they’d given her. Unexpected, her body reacted to the real thing differently than it had to the plugs. Her arousal spiked, her heart pounded, and her pussy became wetter than wet.

  “Mmm, you love that, don’t you, sugar? Your cunt is dripping on my fingers.” Chase slid his fingers just inside her pussy and spread her juices over her labia and her clit. Then he caressed her, back and forth, driving her wild.

  Carrie couldn’t believe how hot she was, or how needy she was for Brian’s cock in her ass. She whimpered and pushed against him, and though they’d asked her to relax, she began to clench, the same way she would squeeze their cocks when they were inside her cunt.

  Brian sucked in a breath and clamped onto her ass with his hands. “Don’t, darlin’. Stay still. Your ass feels so damn good, it’s hard for me to take you gently as it is.”

  The burn of her rosette stretching began to morph into a pain more powerful, more present than anything she’d ever felt. But rather than kill her arousal, this pain fed it a whole new dimension of hot. She needed more. She needed all. “Fuck gently. Damn it, Brian, take me. Please!”

  Brian’s laughter sounded strained.

  “Darlin’, you’re killing me, here.” He kissed her shoulder again, and then nipped her there lightly with his teeth. “I don’t want to hurt you, Carrie. I could. I could hurt you very badly doing this. Now behave and let me take you the way I nee
d to take you.”

  She didn’t want to behave, but the strain in his voice and the pain in his words compelled her.

  Relax my muscles and clamp down on my inner nympho? Carrie nearly laughed herself, but then Brian eased up slightly, and then he pressed in again.

  Carrie gasped as her body admitted him, and his cock slid slowly and deeply into her ass.

  “Oh, God.”

  “Yeah, me, too. Hold still. Fuck, this is incredible.” Brian rested his head against her neck. She could feel the tension in him as he fought for breath and control, and she could only whimper in response.

  “Okay, darlin’. Here we go.”

  He moved inside her, a very slow in-and-out fucking unlike anything she’d ever felt before. She shook as arousal filled every inch of her.

  Carrie slipped her arms around Chase’s neck and closed her eyes as tiny little explosions of bliss began to detonate all over her body. Each time Chase’s fingers came close to her clit she thought she would go mad. Her orgasm held back, just there, so close, tempting and taunting. Thinking ceased, and all of her senses gave up their domains, turning into sensory slaves, waiting and waiting.

  “Oh! Oh!…” Ecstasy swamped her, a tidal wave of pleasure so pure and sharp she felt as if she might drown in it. Wave after wave crashed in on her, rushing through her. She screamed and pushed and shivered as the orgasm kept coming, relentless and rich.

  Encased in a bubble of unreality, she heard Brian swear, felt him thrust hard once, then again. Then he held himself still and deep. He cried out as if he, too, had never known such passion, as if he, too, wondered how he could survive such a barrage of bliss.

  “I’m dead.” Carrie collapsed against Chase. Sense of the world around her returned. She heard Chase’s heart thunder under her head, felt her lungs struggle for breath.

  Brian’s cock was still inside of her. She grinned. “That was a wild ride.”

  Brian chuffed out a laugh, his moist, warm breath bathing the back of her neck. “God, woman, I love you.”

  “I love you, too. I love you both.” She stroked her left hand down Chase’s body from his neck to his chest. Then she patted his chest. “Just give me five, cowboy. You’re next.”