How to Break a Cowboy (3 page)

“Okay you two,” he says as he leans casually against the
wall. “Here’s how it’s going to be. You’re going to listen to me and you’re
going to do everything I tell you.”

“Is that right?” Connor challenges as he pulls his shirt off
and I nearly die from the glorious sight.

“Yep. That’s right.”

“The man is bossy,” I say.

“Damn straight.”

Connor ignores Wade and comes over to the bed to tug off my
cowboy boots. “Do you want to play Wade’s little game or do you want me to
strip you…” He drops one boot then tugs on the next. “…spread you…” The second
boot falls to the floor. “…and penetrate you in under 4.3?”

His words alone have me panting. “Is that your best
calf-roping time?”

“Yep, and now it’s the standard I use for everything I
want.”

I bend my knees and put a hand between my legs.

Connor watches my hand. “What do you want, Tess?”

“Both,” I say. “I want both.”

“Good,” Wade says as he comes to stand right behind Connor.
His eyes slide closed and I can tell by the way his nostrils flare and his
shoulders raise that he’s taking in Connor’s scent. His pelvis is snugged up
against Connor’s ass and his right hand snakes around the front. Connor groans,
leaning back into Wade’s broad chest.

Holy hell! I love seeing my boys together.

I figure they’re caught up in their own play so I start to
rub myself through my jeans.

Suddenly Wade commands, “Stop right there, Tessa Savage.”

I stop.

Wade’s watching me with heavy-lidded ‘fuck me’ eyes. “You’re
not going to touch yourself, you’re not going to move unless I tell you to. If
you even flinch without my consent, you’re going to be punished. Do you
understand?”

Oh, my. This is the Wade I know and love.

“Here we go,” Connor says as he moves away from Wade and
pulls off his boots. He stands at the foot of the bed, grinning at me, awaiting
Wade’s instructions.

“Take off her jeans.”

Connor complies. His large fingers work my buttons a little
too slowly and I’m dying to help him, but I know Wade wouldn’t approve. Of
course, I long for his disapproval and the pleasure it will bring, but it’s too
soon for that.

Once my jeans are undone, Connor peels them off my hips and
down my legs, tossing them to the floor.

“Spread your legs.”

I do as I’m told, spreading my legs, my shirt tails hanging
down between my open thighs.

“Now,” Wade says softly. “Undo the buttons on her shirt.
Slowly.”

Coming around to the side of the bed, Connor leans over me and
starts to undo my buttons. With each button Connor opens, my breath catches a
little more. His chest is so close, I can feel the heat emanating off him. I
want to touch him so badly. He’s got this lovely smooth cover-of-a-magazine
chest and I long to taste him.

“Spread it open,” Wade says. “I want to see her.”

My shirt is unbuttoned and Connor spreads the edges until
it’s almost off my shoulders.

“Fucking gorgeous,” Wade whispers.

“Hell yeah,” Connor concurs as he leans down to place his
mouth over the black lace that barely conceals my nipple.

Without thinking, I raise my chest to meet him and the
glorious sensation of Connor’s mouth on me lasts all of two seconds before Wade
pulls him off.

“Tessa Savage, what did I tell you?”

“Not to move,” I say meekly.

“That’s right. And what did you do?”

“I moved.”

“Mm-hmm.” Wade makes a tsking sound and rubs his chin, all
the while watching me with that irreverently sexy gaze of his. He turns to
Connor. “How shall we punish her?”

“A spanking?” Connor offers.

Wade shakes his head. “She’ll enjoy it too much.” He rubs
his chin some more. “No, we have to do something that will drive her insane.”
His eyes meet Connor’s and a slow smile splits his handsome face. “I know
exactly how to torture Ms. Savage. We’ll need some rope. I don’t trust her to
hold still.”

Oh hell! For a man I only see maybe once a year, Wade knows
me so well.

I mean, I
think
I know what I want —to fuck hard and
fast—but this prolonging of contact, this teasing and torturing, is
so
much better. Anticipation is the best sort of aphrodisiac around. I’ll never
tell Wade that, of course. He’s already too self-assured for his own good.

Within minutes Connor’s back with some soft, nylon rope. He
secures my hands together and then ties them off to his headboard. Thankfully,
he leaves my legs free…for now. I have an urge to rub my knees together, to
create some kind of friction against my pulsing clit. But I know Wade won’t
allow it.

“Here’s what’s going to happen,” Wade says as he draws close
enough to touch me. He traces a gentle line down the side of my neck to the
indent between my breasts. “You’re going to watch me and Connor. You’re not
going to move and we’re not going to touch you. Not until you have an orgasm.
And you
are
going to have an orgasm, Tess, without
any
stimulation whatsoever. Are we clear?”

“Yes,” I say breathlessly. “You know I’m going to come in
the next ten seconds, don’t you?”

Wade grins. “We’ll see about that.” He slips his hand
beneath the material of my bra and rubs his thumb across my nipple. “Because if
you so much as move a muscle, you’ll be sorry. Understand?”

I nod.

He gently pinches my nipple.

Fuck!

This is already hard.

But it becomes so much worse when Wade unzips his fly, pulls
his gorgeous cock out of his jeans and tells Connor to get down on his knees in
front of him. This is all happening inches away from me.

There is something so unbelievably hot about seeing a stiff
penis in the grasp of another man’s hand. When Connor takes Wade in his mouth
to the accompaniment of Wade’s groans, I jerk my hands with the unconscious
desire to touch these men: Connor’s hair, Wade’s ass, the cock that disappears
in and out of Connor’s mouth…the damp spot between my legs.

Wade knew what he was doing when he had me tied up.

Still wearing his cowboy boots, Wade props one foot up on
the bed beside me. Why? So I can get a better look? Probably.

Damn him!

The action is all happening so close and so frustratingly
out of reach. Connor sucking hard and deep on Wade, one hand wrapped around his
shaft, the other cupping Wade’s balls. I close my eyes because it’s too much to
watch, but having to listen to them drives me even crazier. A wet mouth on hard
wet flesh. Groans and grunts, gasps and moans. The bed is moving where Wade’s
foot is propped and I have the nearly uncontrollable urge to rock my hips on
the bed. But I don’t and it’s killing me.

“Open your eyes, Tess.” Wade’s voice is deep and ragged. His
nostrils are flared and he’s biting down on his lower lip. He holds onto the
back of Connor’s head, but he’s watching me.

I swear he’s about to come. I recognize the way his jaw
tightens while some sensation—that looks like pain—flashes across his face. But
then I remember it’s Wade we’re talking about, not Connor. He won’t orgasm
until he’s good and ready.

He lowers his leg from the bed and pulls himself out of
Connor’s grasp. Connor stands up, wiping his mouth and facing his lover. The
two men are panting—Connor shirtless and Wade holding his erection firmly in
his fist.

“Take off your jeans,” Wade says softly to Connor.

There is such intensity between these two guys that I start
to wonder if they’ve forgotten about me. It’s a stupid thought that doesn’t last
long because, once Connor’s naked, Wade says, “Crawl on top of her. But don’t
touch her.”

Oh no! Oh no, no, no! They really are going to torture me,
aren’t they?

A splendidly naked Connor crawls up and over me. “Hey hot
thing,” he whispers.

Damn, how I want to kiss him. I want to explore his mouth
with my tongue to find some remnant of Wade on him. But I behave and don’t
move, not even when I feel the heaviness of his erection brushing my belly.

“Move lower,” Wade whispers roughly as he strolls to the foot
of the bed, his gaze flicking between me and Connor’s ass.

“Take off her panties.”

I close my eyes because at this point I can no longer stand
it. My breath comes in quick, short bursts and it takes every ounce of
willpower not to lift my hips off the bed as Connor hitches his thumbs beneath
the band of my panties and tugs.

“Spread your legs, Tess.”

I let my knees fall apart, completely and utterly exposing
myself to them.

Connor whistles and says, “Damn, girl. You got yourself a
bull ring.”

I didn’t realize I’d closed my eyes until they spring wide
open when I feel the tip of Connor’s tongue nudge the small ring that’s
threaded through the hood of my clit.

“This is too pretty for words.” Connor takes the whole ring
in his mouth and sucks.

I gasp, raise my hips and undulate in ecstasy. There is
nothing I can do to stop myself. Nothing.

A resounding slap jolts me just as Connor flinches against
my thighs.

Wade’s open palm is resting against Connor’s bare ass.
“You’re both going to pay for that,” he says, raising his hand to give Connor
another smack.

Chapter Three

T
he
bed buckles beneath Wade’s weight as he kneels behind Connor. He’s got a tube
of lube in his hands and squirts a healthy dollop into his open palm, massaging
his engorged cock before squirting more on Connor’s ass. He wrenches Connor’s
hips until he’s within fucking distance. With a hand on Connor’s back, Wade
pushes him down toward my open legs.

“You can breathe on her but don’t touch her. Watch her pussy
and tell me when she orgasms. I won’t come before she does.”

“Oh God,” Connor moans as Wade works his thumbs into his
anus. He’s got that familiar look of pleasure, bordering on pain. “Fuck me,” he
whispers.

“I plan on it,” Wade says.

From the way Connor’s body lurches forward, I know Wade’s
entered him.

There is something so primal about watching men fuck.
They’re both brutal and tender all at the same time. It’s a contradiction yet I
don’t know how else to describe it. I can feel Connor’s gasping breath against
my heated flesh as he rocks between my open legs.

The pressure inside me is building and building. The orgasm
I’ve been holding inside is so close to breaking free, I know all it would take
is a second with Connor’s mouth on me. Oh hell, the thought of him sucking me
and tonguing me while being fucked from behind is agonizing, yet the pressure
won’t release. My orgasm won’t come.

“Talk to me,” I finally whisper. “Connor, talk to me.”

With his hands propped on either side of my hips, he looks
up. His face is flushed and feverish. Damp tendrils curl around his forehead.

“Tell me what you’re going to do to me.”

He bites his lip and pants to the rhythm of Wade’s movement
behind him. “Fuck, Tess, I-I can’t…” he’s breathing even harder than I am.

“Fine,” I say. “Then I’ll talk.”

“No,” Wade growls. “Let me.” He holds Connor’s hips close
and rotates his pelvis in a slow circle while he’s completely embedded. “Let me
tell you what
you
want, Tessa Savage.”

“O-okay.”

“You want Connor to spread those pretty little pussy lips of
yours…” He slowly withdraws until I’m willing to bet only the head of his cock
is left inside Connor. “And you want him to slide his cock inside, inch by
fucking inch.” Wade’s actions mimic his words.

I exhale heavily, imagining the scenario while I watch the
one taking place right in front of me.

“But that’s not all you want, is it?” Wade reaches around
Connor’s hips to grasp his cock. “You want me inside of you too, don’t you?”

“Yes,” I say with a sigh, unable to tear my eyes away from
the quick, jerking movement of Wade’s hand on Connor.

“You want me inside of that tight little ass of yours. You
want to feel both of us at once, sliding in and out of you, fucking you.
Together.”

“Oh yes!”

Wade’s hips start moving again, picking up the pace and my
clit begins to throb in time to his movements. “You want it so bad you can
hardly stand it.”

“Fuck yes.”

“You can taste it, can’t you?”

“Yes!”

Wade picks up the pace until he’s slamming his cock into Connor.
“You want it now, don’t you, Tess?”

“Please, oh God, please.”

“You need two big cocks to satisfy you, don’t you?” He
thrusts hard. “Two.” He withdraws and thrusts again as he says, “Big.” Then he
does it again. “Cocks.”

Oh hell! I can’t stop. I lift my hips off the bed but I’m
not worried about Wade’s little game or his rules. There’s an explosion
happening inside of me, the kind of miraculous, scandalous, blow-me-away
explosion that makes me feel as if I’ve been thrown up into space and blown
into a million pieces. I’m tingling and weightless and completely unaware of
anything besides the glorious pulsing inside of me.

That is, until something even more wonderful happens. Strong
hands grasp my hips as someone smothers my throbbing slit with his mouth.

I cry out again but someone else is on top of me, kissing
me.

“Untie me,” I beg against his lips. “Please!”

I don’t even know who it is that loosens the bonds because
my eyes are squeezed tight while my body continues to shudder with the
after-effects of my orgasm. I blindly reach for the man who freed me, but he
moves out of my grasp before I can get a hold of him.

I can’t think straight because there is a man holding my
knees firmly apart and sucking every last bit of my orgasm into his mouth.

The bed shifts as the other joins in and I cry out because
holy hell, now there are two mouths sipping on me, licking me, prodding me. The
little ring piercing my clit is being passed from mouth to mouth and it is more
than I can bear.