Rough Riders Bundle 1(books 1, 2, 3) (65 page)

After the throbbing slowed, Gemma opened her eyes. Trevor grinned at her. “Good warm up?”

“Great warm up.”

His hand traced the lines of her collarbones and up the center of her throat. He brushed his fingers across her lips. “Open up. Suck your juices off my fingers.” Then he slid all three into her mouth. “That’s it. I wanna see you enjoying your sweet cream.”

She sucked, tasting herself on Trevor’s rough knuckles. She lapped at his fingers, trying to discern the salty taste of his skin from her musk.

“That’s sexy as hell.” He eased them out and said, “Cash? Your turn.”

Then Cash’s fingers slipped inside her mouth. She licked his thick digits, rolling them over her eager tongue, removing all traces of her taste. Suddenly Cash pulled his fingers out and smashed his mouth to hers, vigorously sucking her own juices off her tongue. Bringing the flavor into his mouth and swallowing it.

Gemma’s head swam in a burst of pleasure.

While Cash kissed her, Trevor licked a path up to her ear. He kneaded her breasts, plumping them together. He whispered, “I want to fuck your tits. Grease them up and straddle your face so you can suck my balls while I’m sliding my cock here.” His finger demonstrated. “It’ll be hard and fast. I’d come all over your breasts and your belly. Then I’d start all over again.”

Gemma shivered from the erotic whispers in her ear and the kiss assaulting her mouth. She broke away with a gasp.

Trevor chuckled. “I think she’s ready for more. Want me to show you something fun?”

“Yes.”

“Cash, strip. Both of you get on the bed.”

As they disrobed and stood side by side, Gemma was amazed at how different Cash and Trevor’s bodies were. The lighter tone of Trevor’s skin compared to the reddish-golden hue of Cash’s. The hair sprinkled on their thighs and arms, and the thick nest of curls between their legs. The sizes and shapes of their cocks—not that she could complain on either front. Still, she felt a little distressed the first time she’d seen Cash completely naked was in front of another man. But her distress was short-lived when four rough-skinned male hands caressed her everywhere.

“On your hands and knees, Gem-stone.” Trevor paused and looked at Cash. “You sitting on the fence this go-round or are you ridin’?”

Cash smiled. A bit cockily. “Oh. I’m ridin’.”

“Good. Get on your knees at the head of the bed.”

Gemma complied, trying to slow the beating of her heart and the slight fear laced with curiosity.

“Where are you gonna be?” Cash said.

“At the foot.” Trevor’s callused fingers raked the sole of her foot. Then meandered up her calves and the backs of her thighs, tapping the inside of her legs for her to widen her stance. “Or should I say, at the rear.”

A long, wet tongue swiped up from Gemma’s pussy to her anus. She gasped, turning to see Trevor standing behind her. He said, “Suck him, while I suck you. I assume you ain’t opposed to a little ass play, since I’ll be in it soon?”

“No. Oh GOD.”

Then Trevor was rimming her hole with his tongue, wiggling it inside, tickling the knot of nerves while his fingers delved into her wetness and slipped higher to masterfully stroke her clit.

Hands were on her head. Cash’s cock was in her face. He growled, “Take it all.”

Gemma opened and sucked him to the root. He began to thrust into her throat. She closed her eyes and just let herself feel the hot, kinky, overwhelming sensations of animal lust, the taboo experiences she’d only dared imagine.

Trevor canted her hips, licking and sucking everywhere between her thighs, making her wet and swollen with need.

Cash tugged on her hair and said, “It’s fuckin’ sexy watching my dick disappear into that hot mouth. Knowing what he’s doin’ to you.”

She hummed her response. The vibration sent Cash over the edge. His cock pulsed on her tongue, semen burst in her mouth and she swallowed as much as she could.

Trevor quit playing with her ass and concentrated his attention on her clit. The orgasm blindsided her—fast, intense spasms. She moaned, rocking back onto Trevor’s mouth. Even as the throbbing eased, she heard the rip of a condom package, and felt cool gel on her puckered opening.

He pressed her upper body to the mattress. “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off, thinking about ramming my cock up this perfect cowgirl ass?” His fingers peeled her cheeks apart. The head of his cock brushed a slick circle around the entrance and pushed past the ring of muscles in one quick movement.

Gemma stiffened up.

“Jesus. You feel like heaven, Gem.” Trevor pulled out an inch at a time and delved back in just as slowly. Over and over. Gently, but yet, knowing how far he could push for her maximum pleasure.

Cash scooted against the headboard. His hands slid under her to play with her nipples. He murmured, “You’re fine. You look beautiful, all stretched out, with your ass in the air. Giving him what all the cowboys on the circuit have been dreaming ’bout.”

She tilted her head up and locked her gaze to Cash’s. “You too?”

“Me too. I wanted to fuck you every way possible. Buried balls deep in your sassy little butt was high on my list of ways. But this?” His gaze strayed to Trevor pounding into her ass. “This never…” He closed his eyes and twisted her nipples, skating close to that edge of pain. “Touch yourself. I wanna hear you come while he’s fucking you.”

Gemma didn’t know if she could come again so soon. She found her clit and rubbed, concentrating on the feel of Cash’s fingers. The clasp of her anus around Trevor’s cock. A small orgasm broke free and she held her breath.

Trevor said, “I have a serious thing for ass-fuckin’ but I ain’t gonna last much longer. Damn. You are hot and tight and all slicked up. Feeling those muscles clamping down. Harder. Like that. Feels un-fucking-believable…shit. I’m done.” Four thrusts and Trevor threw back his head and was shuddering behind her.

Time slowed. The room was cool and humid. And quiet beneath the sounds of labored breathing. Trevor went to clean himself up and Gemma lifted her body up and looked at Cash.

His back rested against the headboard. The unbound black hair hung over his shoulders. His were legs spread in a V and his cock was soft against the mattress. He clutched a bottle of water. Without opening his eyes, he said, “Want some?”

“Sure.”

As she drank a few drops spilled onto his smooth, hairless chest. She watched as the droplets slowly slid down the curved muscles of his pecs. Her tongue darted out and lapped. Wet and salty.

“Gemma.”

“I never get to see you,” she whispered, lest Trevor hear. “Let me look.” His nipples were a deep brown, a complement to the reddish-tan skin surrounding them. Her fingers traced the puckered scars, old white ones and new pink ones, bisecting his ribs and upper abdomen. His lower belly had a slight pudge, which Gemma found unbelievably sexy. Her thumbs swept across his narrow hipbones and his stomach trembled beneath her touch. More scars.

She ignored his crotch and her fingertips moved down, over the fresh bruises on his thighs. Even at this angle she could see Cash was bowlegged—another endearing trait. Knobby, scarred knees. Gouges marred his thin calves down to his ankles. She ended the sweeping caress at his long, narrow feet. Ugly feet. All cowboys, especially rodeo cowboys, had hideously mangled toes and callused feet. Gemma stroked all these spots hungrily, her eyes drinking him in. “You are all rugged beauty and strength, Cash. Every part is…so you. Why do you hide this from me?”

“Gemma, you humble me. That’s why—”

Trevor sauntered back in and rubbed his hands together. “Who’s up for a Gemma sandwich?”

Right then, Gemma wanted the ménage fantasy to end. It seemed…selfish now. Like one of those “life experiences” Macie’s mother had been determined to check off. She’d much prefer to make love with Cash, the man she loved, skin to skin, heart to heart, looking in his beautiful all-knowing eyes. That was her fantasy now. And she’d fulfill it herself. As soon as possible.

But she’d finish this for them both first.

“I am,” Gemma said, leaning forward to kiss Cash. To touch him. To heat him back up. Didn’t take much for his cock to stir in her hand.

Trevor trailed kisses down her spine. A warm, sweetness that caused gooseflesh to break out and her desire to return with a surprisingly bitter edge.

Cash’s hard kiss belied the soft touches on the front of her body; her breasts, her stomach, between her legs. Trevor kissed and caressed her back, and was rubbing his hard cock against her butt crack.

The ache rebuilt. Her body tingled, inside and out. Her pussy was drenched, needy. Already deliciously used. Her head spun and she wanted to know if the reality of two men buried inside her lived up to her years of imagination.

She retreated from the hunger of Cash’s mouth and said, “I’m ready.”

Trevor continued to touch her, his mouth moving across her lower back. “On the bed, or standing up?”

“Umm…”

“Standing up we’ll both be able to get into you at once.”

“Okay.”

She stood alone, arms folded over her chest as condoms were rolled on.

Trevor stepped in front of her, smoothing his hands over her body, leaving sucking kisses on her neck as he lifted her right leg, placing her foot on the bed, forcing her wide stance. “Easier access,” he muttered against her chest.

Cash’s hot body pressed into hers from behind and he licked the slope of her shoulder to her nape.

Hard hands groped and petted and caressed her everywhere. Two hot mouths kissing her skin. Trading off to kiss her mouth. The bite of teeth. The trill of warm lips. Heated breath. Licking tongues. The scent of sweat and salt and latex and need. Trevor’s rigid cock slipped up her thigh. Cash tilted her hips, opening her cheeks, poising his cockhead at her entrance.

Then a hard thrust and they were both inside her. She gasped.

Trevor withdrew and plunged in again. He waited, and Cash did the same.

Her ass was stretched, full, and then empty. Her cunt was trying to expel Trevor’s cock and keep it in. She had no control. She began to panic.

Cash whispered, “Relax. Let go. Just feel. This is a one-time-only deal. Let us fuck you. Feel us both in you. You’re perfect, Gemma. Hot and tight. Beautiful. Sexy. Mine.” He kissed the side of her neck in the spot that drove her wild. Trevor followed suit, dragging his mouth on the opposite side of her throat.

In. Out. The pain of fullness gave way to pleasure and she lost herself in pure sensation of touch. Deep inside her. Fingers stroking her clit. Cash whispering in her ear. He groaned and Trevor stopped moving, holding Gemma’s hips while Cash thrust hard and climaxed. While Cash’s head sagged on her shoulder, Trevor pumped his hips and took his own release.

With sweaty male bodies plastered to her, and two cocks inside her, Gemma had no choice but to stay still and wait for them to catch their breath.

Finally, Cash said, “She didn’t come, Trev.”

“No, it’s okay, I’m fine.”

“It’s not fine.”

“We gotcha.”

Trevor suckled her nipples, Cash’s thumb flicked her clit and he sank his teeth into the curve of her neck, they both thrust hard at the same time.

That’s all she needed. An orgasm rippled through her, her internal muscles clamped down, she felt the throbbing in her clit, her womb, her anus…everywhere.

After she stopped shaking, Trevor kissed her forehead. “Thanks, Gem-stone. I hope it’s what you had in mind. I sure as hell had fun. You are one sexy woman.” He pulled out of her body, and left the room.

Cash slowly eased out of her. “You okay?”

She wrapped her arms over her chest and withheld a shiver. “Yeah.”

“Was it everything you imagined, sweets?”

“Yes. It was. Thank you.”

“I’ll clean up in the downstairs bathroom and see to Trevor.” He kissed the back of her head. “I’ll be up in a little bit. Don’t wait up. I know you’re probably tired.”

Cash skirted her and she watched his firm naked perfect cowboy ass as he strode out the bedroom door.

Oh. She was tired all right. Sick and tired of whatever was going on with Cash. She’d get to the bottom of it. But to do it, she’d have to be on top.

*

“Ain’t you sticking
around tonight?” Cash asked Trevor.

“Nope. I’m wired. I might as well hit the road.”

“Where you headed?”

“Livingston.”

The bug zapper by the machine shed made a loud crackling noise.

Cash sighed. “Am I supposed to thank you?”

“It was my pleasure, Cash. But I gotta be honest, havin’ a horndog reputation across five states ain’t the best for my ego these days.”

“You love it. You ain’t the type for settling down.”

A surprisingly wistful look crossed Trevor’s face. “Yeah. Well. You never know about me. I might just disappear off the face of the earth someday and settle where no one can find me.”

“That why you’re goin’ to Montana?”

“No. I’m doin’ some stupid thing for my dad. Don’t want to get into it.” Trevor shifted his weight against the pickup. “Maybe it ain’t none of my business, but did something happen between you and Gemma when we took that short break?”