WILD RIDE (7 page)

At
this point my body felt foreign to me, drowsy and dreamy yet hyper-sensitive. 
Pulsing and juicy.  Like my flesh was alive with pure fire and honeyed desire. 
Riley supported my upper body, caressing his hands across my breasts, plumping
me.  And Nate positioned my legs, pushing them apart and propping them on his
shoulders so I could wrap them loosely around his neck.

He
was kissing my thigh and the scratchy burn of his stubble against the tender
skin of my upper thigh was deliciously, lightly painful.  He was so
close
. 
He would see how aroused I was.  How needy and swollen.  How slippery and
ready.  He would
smell
my desire.  “Holy fucking hell, you’re
beautiful,” he said huskily.

And
then it began.  At the same time, Riley’s mouth found my nipple, feeding
softly, pulling in lulling, rhythmic draws, and Nate’s mouth kissed me.  Very,
very gently.  He knew how close I was.  He was teasing me, adoring me, making
me wait.

“
Nate
,”
I begged.  My plea felt slurred and far away.  I was in a trance of hyper-arousal
so intense that nothing existed beyond this moment, beyond this blooming tide
of feeling that was rising, radiating from Nate’s touch to my belly to my soul.

Nate’s
strong hands were on my ass, lifting me to his mouth.  My legs were spread and
he was gently parting the cheeks of my ass, fingering me.  I was completely
exposed, open to him.  He touched his tongue to the private cove, digging
lightly, thrusting, pushing soft, zinging sensation into me.  Riley’s mouth and
fingers were on my nipples, pinching and sucking in a dueling, conjoined
rhythm.  And Nate’s tongue moved, licking slowly.  He laved it further up, to
my sex, which he licked open, kissing and licking with lewd, hungry intent.  He
took his time, relishing me with controlled yet feverish desire.

I
was floating, gliding on the crest of a sexual swell so intense I knew when it
finally crashed, it would change my life.  I’d be a different person after all
this sensation rose together, to peak and break and kill me a million times
over.  Nothing would every be the same again.  Not after this.  This was
pleasure in its purest form.  Deep and dark and absolute.

Nate’s
mouth grew greedier.  He’d been avoiding the sensitive nub, denying me the
ultimate.  Now he began to circle my pearl with his tongue, getting closer.  My
fingers found his hair and I grabbed handfuls of the wet silk of it, trying to
pull him closer.  But he was relentlessly patient and infuriatingly strong. 
He
would set the pace no matter how much I clutched or begged.  And so I
relaxed into his measured tempo, which worked in tune to Riley’s languid, wet
feasting.  Nate’s fingers continued to press gently into the cove of my ass,
gliding, circling.  I swooned and rocked against them as Nate gave me his
tongue, thrusting it into my slick pussy.

“
Nate,
Nate, my God
,” I heard myself moan as he pushed deeper, making love to me
with his tongue.  The wall of pleasure was right there, so close I could almost
taste it.

The
edges of my climax began to curl and to beckon.  My sex was beginning to
tighten.  The quivering, clenching ache began to build.  But before it could
fully take hold, Nate pulled his tongue from my body, kissing my pussy in
light, excruciating licks.

“
No,
no
.  Please, Nate,
please
.”  I was irate, desperate,
crazed
. 
I
needed
it.  I needed him to
give
it to me.

“All
right, sugar,” he murmured against me, kissing me again.  “You ready?”

“
Yes,
yes
,
please
.  I’m ready.  I’m ready.”

“You
want it?”

“
Yes
. 
Oh, Nate,
please
.”

I
could feel his smile against my humid petals, and
oh, God
, I could feel
his mouth close over the center of my universe as his fingers slid into me.  Into
both
passages, working an in-out rhythm as he sucked my clit into the
hot fire of his mouth, pulling strongly in time to the thrusting of his fingers
and the greedy attentions of Riley’s slippery hunger at my breast.

The
pleasure was crazy.  The wave of ecstasy unfurled where Nate’s mouth suckled
me, raging, tipping me over a beautiful edge, spiralling throughout my body in
a gushing torrent of pleasure so intense I lost myself.  I gave into it
entirely, letting the bliss rock my body in surging clenches of sweet, succulent
beauty.

The
swell was long.  Nate worked the soft, voluptuous clenching of my pussy,
curling his fingers, gliding along a wildly sensitive place inside me,
prolonging the undulating bliss.  His mouth never left me.  He was latched
there, milking my clit gently with the coercive suction of his lips and the
light, silken glide of his tongue.

My
orgasm might have lasted for several minutes.  Or an hour.  Maybe a millennium. 
I didn’t know and I didn’t care.  All I knew is that I never wanted to
disengage.  I wanted to live in this state of divine, whole-bodied
satisfaction.

I
almost felt like crying when Nate pulled away.  Riley, too, let my nipple slip
from his mouth.  He pulled me against his long body and I opened my eyes.  Nate
was close to me, his lazy smile smug. 
Damn
, he was gorgeous.

The
night looked different.  Spangled and vast.  Surreal.

And
they’d done it again.  They’d made me come before I could return the favor.  Or
even
think
about returning the favor.

What
a gift these cowboys had given me.  I felt so empowered, so replete with a
sense of myself and my own beauty and strength.

I
wanted to return the gift.  I was
determined
to return the gift.  And I
was addicted.  Maybe even in love, a little.  With them, with
this
, with
myself.

I
kissed Riley on the lips.  Then I kissed Nate.  I wasn’t shy but I was slow,
almost cautious.  I touched my palms to their chests, letting my hands slide
lower, circling their nipples, touching them.  My feathery touch wandered down
their taut, muscled stomachs.  To the matching arrow lines below their navels. 
To the hard, hot lengths of them.  Riley was naked and I curled my fingers
around his thickness, squeezing gently and running my fist along his length. 
Nate still wore his boxers but the head of his rampant erection was protruding
from the waistband.  I slid my thumb over the broad end, circling, swirling
gently.  Then I grasped him, working him tenderly.  Riley’s cock was beautiful,
impressive even.  Nate’s was immense, almost intimidatingly so.  He was
huge
. 
I played them coyly until they both groaned.

“This
is so fucking hot,” Riley rasped.

“Let’s
go back to our room,” I whispered.  “I want to play.”

Chapter
Five

We
grabbed some towels from the pool area and took the small flight of stairs back
to the suite.  A few soft spotlights illuminated the balcony but the room
itself was dimly lit.  Nate opened another bottle of champagne and offered me a
glass.  As I reached for it, Riley reached for me, unfastening the towel I’d
wrapped around myself.  I willingly let it fall.  I wanted them to see me.  I
wanted their eyes to rove the curves of my body.  And I picked up where I had left
off.

They
were both close to me, standing over me in the twinkly darkness.  I loosened
both their towels, letting them fall to the floor.  As inexperienced as I was
with foreplay and any kind of sexual act that was prolonged beyond a
missionary-style  quickie, we were all new at
this
particular scenario,
I could take courage from that.  They were waiting for me to make the first
move, to guide them in the directions I felt comfortable with.

“I
am … I
was
on the pill,” I told them, “but I didn’t bring them with me. 
My getaway was a little rushed.”

Riley
went to one of the bags and pulled out an unopened box of condoms. 
25:
Extra Large.

I
felt my eyes round.  “That’s optimistic,” I said.

“That’s
prepared,” Riley replied, ripping the box open and taking out two of the foil
packets.  He reached into the bag and took out a tube of something I wasn’t
familiar with.  “Lube.”

Oh,
God.

The
look on my face must have registered.  Riley walked over to me and put the lube
and the condoms on the table.  “You’re in control, Lace.  Whatever you say
goes.  Whatever you say doesn’t go doesn’t go, it’s as simple as that.  We
won’t hurt you.”

I
loved him for that, and it was exactly the right thing to say.  It may me feel
bolder, more ready.  I looked at their big, muscular male forms, darkly tanned compared
to my pale skin, which gleamed like eggshells in the darkness.  They were
achingly beautiful.  Differently so.  Nate with all his burnished brawn and
dark beauty, Riley so golden and lean.  I touched their chests, letting my
fingers explore the masculine textures of them.  “You’re both so strong.  Be
careful with me.”

My
touch drew lower once again, to the full bulk of their raging erections.  As
soon as my cool fingers slid around their hot, engorged cocks, they both
exhaled low oaths.  It must have excruciating, almost.  It had been an eventful
afternoon.  I could only imagine how pent up they felt, how close.  I played
them gently, fully invested in pleasing them.  Gliding my loose fists around
them, from tip to base, cupping them, exploring.  Then sliding back to the tip
to tease the heads, rubbing with my thumb until they were both leaking drops of
pre-cum, which I swirled and used to moisten them.  I had never, ever taken an
interest like this in pleasuring a man.  In my former life -  this morning – sex
was something to be avoided, tolerated, sometimes endured.  Now, I wanted to
savor every minute of this.  I was enjoying myself immensely and I had already
resolved to do whatever it took to blow their minds.  I wanted to try.  I
arched my back and rubbed them against my skin as I worked them, along my hips,
my stomach, my ass.  They pressed more strongly against me but I kept control
as their eyes grew lust-drowsed and dark.

I
liked the differences of them.  Riley was made to perfection: the exact size to
satisfy a woman without completely overwhelming her.  Big but not too big,
thick but not too thick.  Size-wise he was the biggest
I’d
ever seen.

Nate
was another story altogether.  He was huge, thick and dusky.  I wondered if he
would hurt me, but I didn’t thinks so, and the thought of riding all that was getting
me wet all over again.

“I
might have to let off a little steam, sugar,” Riley said, and his voice was
gravelly with his passion.  “If this is gonna last all night.”

“I
want you both to let off some steam.”

I
led them, by pulling gently, toward the bed.  I wasn’t sure of my exact plan. 
But it was starting to come to me.  Truth be told, I wanted to feel Nate
inside
me.  Right now.  It wasn’t that I preferred him to Riley, just that I was
becoming mildly obsessed by Nate’s size.  By the smooth enormity of him.  By
his silken glory.  He was already blowing my mind just being this close to
him.  I wanted to get closer.  As close as it was possible to be.

I
took one of the condoms and ripped open the packet.  I tossed the rest of the
condoms onto the bed, along with the lube.  I put the one I’d opened in place
and Nate helped me smooth it down over his massive length.  At the same time, I
kissed Riley.  The kiss was hot, wet, entire.  I broke the kiss, catching my
breath, all the while still holding both of them in my clenching fists.

“Riley,
can I taste you?  Would you let me?”  I knew it was a sure thing, but I wanted
them to feel their own power.  Riley only nodded, eager, dazed with lust.

“Nate,”
I said to him, touching his chest.  “I want you inside me.  Would you …”

I
let the question fade as I took his cock and touched the tip of it between my
legs.  I was gentle, but it took some effort; he was so fully rigid and erect
that manipulation had become almost an excruciating mix of pain and pleasure
for him, I could see this.

“I
want you kiss me, Nate, like you did before.  And put your tongue inside me. 
God, that felt
so
good.  Just a little, though.  Then I want you to take
this big, beautiful …” I squeezed him and cupped him from below.  He groaned
and kissed me.  I let him, and I was playful and coy, biting his lip.  Then I
pulled back.  “I want you to take me from behind.  I want you to tease me and
slide all the way into me as I play Riley with my mouth.  As I suck on him and
work him with my hands.  Is that all right?”  I was having fun, watching their
artless responses to my inane, teasing questions.  I knew that talking to them
like this would only take them higher.

Nate
was almost whispering.  “Yeah.  That’s all right,” he said.  I smiled at him,
pulling him along with me, pressing his cock against my ass as I pushed Riley
onto the bed.  I climbed on top of Riley, kissing his mouth.  I was straddling
him and I lifted my hips in a brazen invitation to Nate as I kissed a line down
Riley’s chest, biting his nipple, licking a trail down his flat stomach.  The
long strands of my hair feathered across his skin.  I nuzzled his silky cock,
taking it into my hands, kissing the tip.

“Fuck,
oh,
fuck
,” Riley groaned.

“Relax,”
I cooed, licking and sucking gently on the head where another dewdrop had
gathered, mimicking his earlier commands.  “Don’t rush it.  You’re gonna like
this.”

And
I felt Nate.  Behind me, lifting me onto my knees and spreading my legs.  He
was burrowing his face into me from behind, gently biting the lips of my pussy
in a soft, sensual attack.  His tongue delved deep and the force of his
invasion pushed me further onto Riley, whose cock slid further into my mouth. 
I sucked strongly in time with Nate’s lucid, silken drives.  Already the sweet
curl was starting.  But I didn’t want to come like this.  I wanted to come
with
him.  With
them
.

“
Nate
,”
I gasped, letting Riley slip from my mouth.  “Please.  Please give it to me. 
All of it.  I want you so much.”

“Come
on
,” Riley groaned, realizing I couldn’t plead and give a blowjob at the
same time.

I
felt Nate.  There.  Right
there
.  I almost came right then.  I could
have.  Just at the touch of that massive, thick bulk right where I needed it. 
Nate was caressing my clit with the blunt end of his cock and I let go of Riley
to feel for Nate, to guide him, to
force
him to give me what I wanted,
before I couldn’t hold back my release.  I was so wet that, despite his size, a
few inches of him glided easily into the slippery constriction.

“Oh,
holy
fuck
,” I heard Nate groan.  Then he held himself still, fighting
for control.  I knew he was about to come, already.  We all were.  This was too
intense, too ridiculously hot.

I
fumbled for Riley’s cock, finding it, suckling gently at first at the bulbed
head while I pushed back against Nate.  Nate groaned again, the sound
agonized.  But I pushed further, inviting him deeper, rocking in a slow, measured
sway to take Nate inside me, then moving forward again to take Riley deeper
into my mouth.  He tasted good.  Smooth and salty.  I took more of him,
squeezing the base of his cock as I increased the suction.  He was close, I
could feel it.  His breathing was coming in heavy gusts.  His hands were clenching
handfuls of the cotton bedspread.  “Oh, God, I’m coming,” he gasped.  “I can’t
hold it.”

With
that, Nate sank himself deep.  The thick, forceful penetration didn’t just
touch every trigger I possessed, it detonated me.  The potency of my orgasm was
so extreme I cried out, letting Riley almost slip from my mouth while at the
same time squeezing onto him with my hands, for dear life.  Riley was coming. 
Great bursts jetted out of him, onto my mouth.  I hardly noticed.  My entire
body was coming.  I was writhing and moaning, clenching and spasming in every
way it was possible to do.  And Nate was forcing the ecstasy higher with his deep,
lunging drives as he growled and came.  I was stretched so tightly around him I
could feel his cock jerking and bucking inside me.  My body was grasping onto
him in rippling compression, until the warmth spread and the pulses calmed.

We
collapsed into a connective heap, breathing heavily, swooning and sated from
the intensity of it all.  I was half sprawled on top of Riley.  Nate was still
inside me, softened but still beautifully bulky.  My inner muscles fluttered
around him, the aftershocks soothing and sublime.  I could taste Riley on my
lips.

“Holy
hell
,” Riley said, half-groaning, half-laughing.  He used the sheet to
wipe my face, carefully.  “You are somethin’ else, honey pie.  Can we do that
again?”

I
found this funny.  I started giggling, uncontrollably.  God, they felt good. 
Too
good.  A girl could get used to this.  Hard to believe I’d been an ice maiden
only this morning.  Now I felt like the queen of the goddamn world.

I
was still holding Riley’s softened, slippery shaft in my hands and I caressed
him lazily, without intent.  Nate was spooning me, his big body wrapped around
me, tucked inside mine.  His brawny arms were like iron bars, and I found I
liked their solidity, holding me close.  Nate and Riley were chuckling too, and
the rhythm of our laughter was therapeutic somehow, soft and sensual and
connective.

“Wow.” 
I didn’t want to move.  None of us did.  Nate was playing with my hair,
nibbling my neck.

We
just lay there for a while like that, touching, feeling, letting the effects of
our collective climax mellow as they would.

Riley’s
stomach made a loud rumbling sound.  I started giggling again.

“When’s
the last time we ate somethin’?” Riley said.  “Nate, didn’t you order room
service?”

“I
told them to put it in the fridge.”

I
lifted my head so Riley could slide off the bed.  He walked over to the fridge
and started pulling stuff out of it.

Nate
grabbed a pillow and set it down for me to rest my head on.  He didn’t loosen
his hold on me, or pull himself out of my body.  “You all right?” he murmured
into my ear.  His enormous shaft, still buried deep inside me, if I wasn’t
mistaken, was reviving.  Already.  The man was a specimen of virility, that was
obvious enough.

I
turned towards him.  His hair was all messed up and sticking out.  He looked
even more beautiful all disheveled like that.  “I’m all right.  Are you all
right?”

“Never
been better, sugar.  You feel like nothing else on this earth.”

Our
eyes met and the link was startlingly connective, staring into his midnight
gaze like that while he was still inside me.  I loved how tender his
contemplation was; such an appealing glow from within the macho,
ultra-masculine spectacle of him.

“You
hungry?” he asked.

“A
little.”

Nate,
without much effort at all, repositioned us.  Damn, the man was strong. 
Without jostling me, he manoeuvered us so that he was sitting up on the bed,
leaning back against the bedhead, and I was sitting on his lap.  And he was
still inside me.  “This okay?” he whispered.  His hands cupped my breasts
gently, even fingering my nipples.  Not lustily, not really.  Sort of
absent-mindedly, like he was just relaxing, his mind elsewhere.

I
wondered what he was thinking about.

The
combination of the sensations he was inspiring was soft and engaging, peaceful.

Riley
carried a big tray of shrimp and sandwiches over to the bed.  He sat next to
us, as though it was the most natural, normal thing in the world for me to be
sitting on Nate with his hardening cock buried deep inside me while we carried
on a casual conversation.

“What
do you want, Lace?  Some shrimp cocktail?  These are some beauties.  I’ll feed
you.”