Acres, Natalie - Cowboy Boots and Unsettled Debts [Cowboy Boots 3] (Siren Publishing LoveXtreme Forever) (24 page)

“Strip, Abby,” Ace told her, using that demanding, gruff voice he must’ve thought women liked.

Casey had a different approach. With seven men vying for her time, he knew where his talents were, and he planned to use his charm to earn her affection. Sliding next to her, he said, “I was getting a little lonely over there. I thought I’d come on over and we’d get better acquainted.”

“It’s me, Casey,” Abby reminded him. “You don’t have to use bad lines when you want to get down and naughty.”

So much for his charms.

Kit pulled her from the bed, and Fowler immediately followed. Standing behind her, Fowler tugged her shirt over her head while Kit slid her tight jeans and thong away from those fit hips.

When she was left only in a bra, Fowler unhooked the latch and pressed his lips where the metal clasp had once been. His greedy mouth trailed across her shoulders and down her spine.

Kit knelt to the floor and kissed her mound, using his hands to part her thighs. A guttural sound left his throat.

This was better than Casey had hoped. Abby was responsive. Everyone was comfortable. This was like a dream come true.

* * * *

Kit nuzzled her sweet pussy. Her arm bracketed around Fowler’s neck, and he held her body against his. Kit snickered to himself as he thought about Fowler in this predicament. Poor guy never had the confidence to bed a woman like Abby all on his own.

In the field, Fowler was something else. Even though Kit didn’t give him proper credit, he was just about as good with technology and arms as Judson, and no one was any better than Judson.

Noticing the way he caressed Abby and how well she responded to his touch, Kit blew a stream of hot air over Abby’s swollen clit. “Has someone already been touching what doesn’t belong to them?”

“Look at it this way, it’s mine to wear and mine to share,” she teased, rolling her hips forward.

Kit slapped her smooth mound, and she bumped her pussy against his chin. “There you go, subbie girl.”

“Don’t, Kit,” she complained, using a stern voice and hard gaze to drive home her point.

Abby didn’t want to be their sub. She wanted to be the woman in the lead.

Kit studied her swollen pussy lips. Her folds glistened with moisture, and he longed to taste her, to indulge in a nice long swipe as he dipped his tongue in her warm honey. Instead, he rubbernecked, studied her shape, gauged her wantonness as he thought of his pursuit, and planned his attack.

“Are you gonna stare at it or do something with it?” Porter asked.

Abby dropped her hand to his head. Her long fingers twirled through the strands, and she drew him closer. “I like a man who knows what a woman wants.”

Porter dragged his fingers through her wet folds and growled. “I like a woman who gives a man what he’s already earned.”

With the tempting hint, Abby threw her other arm around Fowler’s neck and used his body for support. Then, she tossed her legs over Kit’s back and spread her hips in the process, staring at Porter in an effort to seduce him. “Then what are you waiting on, big boy? Show me how you won your just reward.”

* * * *

Fowler should’ve had a license to drive her out of her mind. His fingers were as gifted as a musician’s as he strummed across her nipples with a light touch, a careful pinch. He rolled her nipples back and forth with his forefinger and thumb, breathing lightly against her ear.

Kit, too, was getting busy.

His tongue rubbed against her clit as he brushed the tip of his meaty flesh across the hard, swollen bud. He thrust inside her with even strokes, licking her cunt like a pro as he cupped her behind and drew her higher.

Oh hell yes, he could’ve taught lessons in oral education.

She arched her back and begged for more, groveling for the deeper impalement Kit knew how to search and find. His tongue worked like a machine, nearly motorized as he flapped the wedge of flesh inside her pussy and really got into it.

Her legs trembled as he worked her over, and she couldn’t imagine anything sweeter until Fowler dropped to the bed, dragged her body over his, and pulled her away from Kit altogether.

Apparently, Kit didn’t mind. Casey took his place, and Kit sat nearby, that long, dark cape nearly hiding his seductive gaze.

Casey, acting as if he had an act to follow, spread her knees and didn’t waste a second, eating her pussy like he’d never had a meal. He thrust inside her walls and locked the thick weight of his tongue high inside her channel, sipping her clit when he came up for air then returning to the task of bringing her to release.

And she could go just about anytime.

Her body responded to his, and the excitement was more than she could stand. Her hot juices gathered at her folds, and she was dying to grind against his chin and ride out the orgasm she felt building. Instead, she gripped Fowler’s hands, covering them with her own, guiding him lower as he held her from behind.

“Wait, sweetheart,” he said, right as she left his fingers mashed against her clit. Apparently not opposed, Fowler tickled the round button as Casey locked his tongue in place. And with fingers strumming, a mouth humming, she was moments away from exploding!

Brantley and Ace had something else in mind.

Chapter Thirty

“I promised you a spanking,” Ace said, fisting his cock and pumping. After Casey deserted her and Brantley snatched her away from Fowler, moving her into an upright position, Ace was as greedy as the next man.

He encircled her lips with the tip of his cock, watching as she used that long tongue to lure him. When his cock didn’t sink between her lips, he grabbed her arm, took a seat, and brought her over his lap.

“Easy, boy,” she teased, gripping his thighs.

“I’ll show you easy,” he said, smoothing his hand over one of her perfect globes. He gave her a hard wallop and watched, admired, as she bucked under the first slap.

“Ace! Stop!”

She protested, and he flayed her again. This time the quick pops resounded and she moaned aloud. “Oh, Ace, that was hot!”

“Like that?” he asked, massaging her bottom. “How about this?” He rubbed her cheeks with a firm hand, dragging his finger down the seam of her ass. “Who do you want to take you here?”

“Who’s the smallest?” she asked.

Judson laughed. “That’s the funniest thing I’ve ever heard. What do you expect, the little guy to stand up and say, ‘I am,’ and be proud of the fact?”

Ace snorted when all the guys started checking each other out. He didn’t care either way. He knew he wasn’t the runt of the litter.

Caressing her firm bottom, he became addicted to her all over again. Abby was his drug. She was also his cure. She had a healing power. His worries slipped away whenever he touched her.

“Are you going to look at it or fuck it?” Porter asked, the question similar to the one he asked Kit before.

“I may do both, Porter,” Ace said, glancing up. “But I’ll guarantee one thing, I won’t let anyone rush me.”

Porter snarled. Kit laughed, and Abby stretched her neck to look at the others standing around, eager to view.

Then, she did something he never expected. She rose to her feet, dropped to the floor, and went at his balls like she was sucking honey from the vine.

And oh heaven help him, that’s when he lost his ever-loving mind.

* * * *

Abby’s ass was hot. She wasn’t opposed to being spanked. In fact, she liked it, but there was too much testosterone in the room and no one was going anywhere fast. She’d find a way to solve that. She’d make them so horny they wouldn’t be able to stand themselves until they barricaded their dicks inside her.

Crouched down in a crawler position, she managed to stay on all fours as she licked Ace’s balls. She’d had her eyes on his sac since the day he fucked her in the shower. When he’d screwed her, his heavy balls had slapped against her bottom. They were hard like steel, and weighted down with too much goodness.

She wanted to taste them.

Licking the tiny veins, she ran her tongue up and down his scrotum, sipping her way to the base of his cock, where she immediately started her pursuit upward. Once she reached the tip, Brantley stood behind her.

“What ’cha doing back there, Brantley?” she asked, peering over her shoulder.

Fowler tossed around condoms. Casey handed off tubes of lube. Before she caught an opportunity to protest, Brantley doused her with the oily substance and ran his finger up and down her ass, wiggling the digit inside her bottom as he stretched her. “Ah, God!” she screamed, the invasion more than she’d first expected when his finger was quickly joined by two more.

“Hang on, baby,” he told her, working his hand between her parted cheeks.

“Oh good Lord,” she breathed, tipping the end of Ace’s cock with her tongue, dragging her mouth over the slit as she nuzzled the end. As Brantley’s fingers became more intrusive, she grabbed a strong hold on Ace’s cock.

She moistened her lips and studied him as she opened her mouth and went right to work, looking him in the eye as she sucked his dick, licked his hard prick, and fingered his lightly swaying balls.

Brantley continued to prepare her ass, his fingers wiggling higher as he probed deeper. He’d worked them in and out of her hole until she was so accustomed to the tempo set she anticipated his every stroke, his very next move.

That’s when she realized just how wrong she’d been. There wasn’t anything to anticipate except the unexpected.

* * * *

After Brantley discovered Mendete’s club had something called the Fig Room, he’d read up on ginger play. He wanted a little ass action, and he knew what to do to inspire his lover.

Casey handed off the bag of frozen ginger sprigs, the well-cut fingers finely shaped to glide right inside her asshole. As he probed her tight hole, he imagined her reaction and couldn’t wait to place her under what he believed would be a quite hypnotic spell.

Gripping her hip, he inserted the cold ginger root into her rectum, smiling when he saw the puckered hole accept the new intrusion. With a pop, she released Ace and tossed her head back as suddenly as she was impaled. “What was that?” she asked, bucking against him.

“Ginger,” he told her, pressing the slice a tad higher.

“Oh my,” she hummed, returning to the task of bringing Ace pleasure. Apparently, her divided attention didn’t distract them.

Ace’s expression changed. He looked down on her with a lot of love in his eyes. Then, the love turned to lust. That unmistakable longing washed across his face as he grabbed hold of her ears, changed his stance, and took longer strokes, harder thrusts.

Abby must’ve realized her bottom was under siege, her lust was about to fire. And he was the one she could later thank.

Watching how she clenched around the ginger, Brantley withdrew the piece from her ass and held her cheeks together. Said to enhance pleasure, the ginger was supposedly used generations ago, and Brantley couldn’t help but wonder if it wasn’t an aphrodisiac.

Ace’s hips were moving. Abby’s lips were smacking. Brantley was suited up and saw no reason he couldn’t join them and play.

He pressed the tip of his cock to her rectum and entered her, watching her body language to gauge how much she could take.

Her blonde head bobbed over Ace faster and faster. Ace fucked harder and harder. And Brantley felt the tingling sensation from the ginger almost from the point of entry, something he hadn’t expected based on his research.

“Hang on,” he said, sliding his cock inside her. “Does it hurt?” he asked, making sure she wasn’t uncomfortable and hoping she wouldn’t stop him.

She shook her head no and stayed right with Ace, her pretty little head just snapping back and forth as she remained committed to bringing him pleasure.

That’s when Brantley enjoyed about all he could stand. His rubber was warm. His cock was painfully hard. And he needed to get off while the getting was good.

Ace screamed and fucked her lips like he meant to stay a while. Brantley hollered and probed her ass like he’d never have a need to slip inside her pussy.

Her body clenched around his cock as she tugged Ace’s shaft straight down her throat. “There, baby,” Ace crooned. “Ah, yeah. That’s what we like to see.”

Ace pulled out too soon, and a spray of his release shot forward. With Ace out of the picture, Brantley bracketed his arm around her middle and locked his cock between her parted cheeks.

“Oh yes! Oh good Lord, Brantley! I’m on fire!” she exclaimed, shoving her hand under her pussy.

“Stop that,” Judson said, kneeling next to her.

Brantley smacked her bottom and reminded her, “Nobody feels and plays for free, honey.”

“Fine by me,” she crooned. “Come on, Judson. Give me a refresher course and remind me of why I kept you around for so long all those years ago.”

“I’ll leave an impression,” he promised, wrapping his cock after making a statement by ripping open a condom packet for extra-large penises.

Judson suited up and was ready to dance in the sweetest of rains. He slid under her without so much as breaking Brantley and Abby’s connection. And it was a good damn thing they were all willing to share because Kit soon joined them, too.