He sipped his Coke, staring off into the cattle fields, not even turning his head to acknowledge her. Damn, he must hate her. She replaced his mother this month. Perhaps he blamed her, viewed her as a homewrecker.
“Do you live far?” He left little room for conversation, but being alone with him, she felt the need to at least try.
“Just in the next town. It’s not that far.”
He stood, crumpled the aluminum can in his hand, tossed it in an old water barrel, and stalked off to his car. His voice remained polite, but his actions shouted, “Fuck you.”
She pretended to read but peeked up to watch him arranging the mess of boxes in the backseat for the best fit. He wore knee-length jean shorts too loose for his waist, which revealed the band of his boxers when he bent forward. His navy T-shirt fit tight over his back and shoulders, highlighting a well-tuned masculine form. One she couldn’t help but appreciate. Something about him made her hungrier than ever. She gritted her teeth, feeling more like a predator than a woman as she eyed his backside.
She forced her lusty thoughts away. If anything, she had to talk to him, at least apologize for the whole mess. This wife swap wasn’t her idea, and she couldn’t stand Scot detesting her for it. With every ounce of courage she could muster, she made herself stand. Grace didn’t even make it halfway to the car when Scot boarded the driver’s seat and sped away, leaving her literally in the dust.
“Well, that went well,” she muttered to herself. With the day nearly over and the heat now tolerable, she decided to take a horse for a run. Horseback riding was one of the activities she realized she loved. The speed and freedom, the beauty and strength of the animal, nothing else compared.
Workers still lingered around the property doing odd jobs, but the longer she lived there, the less of an attraction she became. Some didn’t even lift their heads in her direction as she made her way to the barn.
She sidled into the stall next to her horse, well, the horse Mr. Wagner said was hers while she stayed. The Appaloosa gelding neighed and stomped his hooves, but quickly calmed down with a final snort as she smoothed her hand down his neck and cooed. His muzzle felt softer than silk. She dug in her pocket for a couple sugar cubes she had brought from the house and held her palm out flat for him to take them.
“Good boy. I’ll be right back,” she whispered. She had to grab his saddle in the other room. When she emerged from the stall, she nearly bumped into Seth. She’d seen him around the farm since her arrival, but not one-on-one.
“Grace, right?”
“Yes. You’re Seth. I remember. You carried my bags when I got here.”
He smiled and moved forward into her space until she was forced to back up and ended pinned against the narrow planks between two stalls.
“I’ve thought about you every night since then.”
He extended his arms, resting them on the planks on either side of her shoulders, trapping her. She saw the intentions in his eyes, a burning lust that crippled his logic. At the same time, she felt an unwelcome fear, her stomach clenched, and her pussy ached against her will.
“Leave her alone!”
“What?”
Seth continued to stare Grace down, undressing her with his eyes. She felt it, her clothes peeling away and his rough hands running the length of her body.
“That’s not how you treat a lady. How many times do I have to tell you that?” Bryce planted a heavy hand on Seth’s shoulder and tugged him back.
“I don’t see her complaining.”
“That’s because she’s being polite.” Bryce took Seth’s place in front of her, tucking stray hairs behind her ear without permission. The shape of his hazel eyes appeared almost catlike, seductive. She couldn’t help but stare. “He bothering you, Grace?”
“I’m fine. I was just heading out for a ride.”
Bryce and Seth both snickered like she told a private joke, but she didn’t get it.
“I bet you’re a real good rider.”
Bryce stroked the hair falling over her shoulder with the backs of his fingers. He brushed her breast, which made her nipple tighten into a firm bud.
Bingo! They were trying to seduce her. Both of them. The idea of two men wanting her equally, not competing but willing to share, was a foreign concept. The idea dirty and wrong, but ever so right.
“I’m a very good rider,” she whispered. A mix of nerves and naughtiness cascaded through her blood. Her pussy throbbed desperately. So much attention. So much promise of pleasure. She felt like a lamb being sized up by wolves. Hungry wolves with hard dicks.
“See, I told you she was a playful one, but you didn’t believe me,” said Seth. “Can I touch you, Grace?”
She said nothing, just like with James and Trevor. It was easier that way. But her silence told them yes.
They both pressed into her, cornering her, heating her personal space with male warmth and masculine scents. One of them wore Old Spice. Seth’s fingers weaseled up her shirt and pinched her nipples through the lace cups of her bra. Each pull sent a violent surge of energy through her. It took all her effort not to pant like an excited puppy.
Bryce leaned in and kissed her on the neck, hot, moist brands searing her skin. His hand reached low and drew circles over her jeans above her clit. Even with all the material in the way, the touch had her shuddering.
“You two again.”
Trevor’s familiar voice echoed as he entered the barn from the back. Grace tensed. After everything she’d done with Trevor, love or not, he would feel hurt watching her consort with other men.
“Come to spoil our fun?” asked Seth, his tone laced with disappointment.
She stole a glance below his belt and found an erection threatening to blow the zipper of his jeans clean off.
“That’s Grace’s call, not mine. But I sure as hell ain’t leaving the two of you alone with her.” Trevor turned to James, who entered the barn with him. “What do you think?”
“I think I want in on that action.” He plucked off his cowboy hat and nodded to Grace in greeting.
Trevor shoved Seth aside, and Bryce moved away on his own. He cupped Grace’s face with his hands and kissed her on the mouth. “Can we share you tonight? Promise we’ll make it a very good night. You ever have four cowboys pleasuring you at the same time? Tell me you want that, baby.”
Trevor’s icy blue eyes bore into hers. She trusted him, had a unique connection with him. The others were strangers. Hot, sexy strangers, but that was beside the point. One thing she knew for certain was that if Trevor led this party, she would be safe.
“Share?”
The other three smiled and moved in.
“That’s right, sweetheart. You have no idea what you’re missing,” James said.
She remembered his passionate kiss. He’d be able to please her, no doubt. She must have appeared skittish because they all began playing that angle.
“Nothing to worry about, we won’t hurt you,” Bryce said.
“Sure. Just say the word, and we’ll stop. We’re not savages, Grace.”
Seth appeared the most eager. He ran his palm over the front of the bulge in his jeans. Four young, anxious cocks vying for one wet pussy. The math didn’t add up, but her body was already committed to this party. Curiosity battered her almost as much as her raging hormones.
Trevor pulled off the most devilish little smile she’d ever seen. He outstretched his arms and took two steps back, pushing the other men away from her along with him.
“Take off your shirt, Grace,” said Trevor in a husky voice that implied he wouldn’t be denied. “Let us see those fine tits of yours.”
The sky blazed pink and orange beyond the bay doors, but the barn still had plenty of natural light. The evening air was warm with a hint of coolness in the breeze. The barn opened at both ends, and she felt so exposed. Any ranch hand walking by would see them. The four men in front of her waited.
Grace felt the thrill of the act tingle through her body, arousing her to new levels.
She pulled the shirt over her head and felt bold enough to unclasp her bra without being asked. Both fell to the ground by her feet.
“Good girl, Grace. Look at that, boys. Ever see anything so perfect?” said Trevor.
“Fuck no. I wanna suck those tits so bad.”
“My dick has never been this hard.”
Seth unzipped his jeans and pulled out his penis, an impressive length of flesh. She couldn’t look away. What was wrong with her and crotch staring?
His breathing came in rapid gasps. “Come on, Grace. Suck me. Let me watch you suck my dick.”
When none of the men scolded or stopped him, she stepped toward Seth and squatted in front of him. It felt wrong, but her need to take him in her mouth overpowered any logic. She gripped the base of his erection with one hand and used her other to support herself on his thigh. A drip of precome slipped over the swollen head, teasing her. Grace peered over at the other men, all blatantly staring with anticipation like they were waiting for the starting gates at a horse race to open. She returned her attention to Seth’s cock, leaned in, and sucked it into her mouth. With her eyes closed, she sucked and pumped with her fist over and over, up and down.
“Oh my God, that feels so good,” Seth groaned.
“Take all of him in your mouth, Grace. Every inch. Just breathe through your nose and fuck the entire length,” Bryce said, encouraging her. “Come on. You can do it.”
Grace tried to comply, removing her fist and reaching further down his shaft with her mouth. When he hit the back of her throat, she gagged, but Bryce held her head in place, sandwiching her, and told her to continue. Saliva drooled out of her mouth. Losing herself in the act, she continued to suck, gag, and fuck him with her mouth. After several minutes, someone pulled Seth away from her.
“Hey! I wasn’t finished,” he complained.
“Shut up,” James said. He leaned down, grabbed Grace by the waist, slung her over his shoulder, and smacked her once on the ass, hard. The other guys followed as he carried her into the tack room. “Trevor, you got everything we’ll need?”
“It’s all in the trunk.”
Once in the next room, James lowered her until her feet hit the ground. Before she could move away, he leaned down and sucked on her breast. With the other men watching, she was turned on so bad that she swore the crotch of her jeans was soaked through. The others converged on her as James continued to assault her breast with deep sucks and flicks of his tongue across her sensitive nipple. Arms snaked around her from behind, and hands unbuttoned and unzipped her pants. Bolts of forbidden pleasure charged her from head to toe.
Trevor came into view in front of her. “Relax, baby.”
He kissed her, deep and hungry, before dropping down to her unoccupied breast. The double action had her gasping and whining. She looked down at the blond head and dark one, both devouring her as another pulled down her pants and underwear to her ankles. The gentle motion of air chilled her wet pussy and reminded her of how vulnerable and naked she was.
Everything happening felt like a fantasy, a dream. She knew otherwise. The night had just begun.
Chapter Eleven
Trevor pulled off her tit with a loud smack, his eyes glassy and lips swollen. He elbowed James away and backed her up while tasting her neck and unzipping his jeans. Seth stood to the side buck naked, hard, and horny. Bryce pulled his shirt over his head and followed Trevor.
Her calves struck an obstacle. She looked down to see a long bleacher-style wooden seat.
“Lie down,” Trevor coaxed.
She straddled the bench and lowered herself to her back, completely exposed to the men. The wood chilled her back. Her needs grew, dirty thoughts crept into her head, and her inhibitions vanished, replaced by a heady lust.
“Let me taste her. I’ve been dreaming about this,” James said.
Trevor moved aside, allowing James his wish. He opened his legs and sat on the bench in just his jeans. She loved his dark hair and long, lean, muscled body. He was the tallest of all the men. His dark eyes raked over her nude body like a man before a feast, his Adam’s apple bobbing as he salivated. Strong, gentle hands caressed her inner thighs, which sent shivers dancing along her skin.
“That’s the prettiest pussy I’ve ever seen. So pink and ripe.”
He used his thumbs to lightly spread her lips apart, then lowered his head to suck on her clit. She jerked on contact. His mouth felt hot and full, and he sucked with force that she could easily feel the pleasure he intended. He lapped at her with his tongue, teased her clit until she writhed on the bench. Overly stimulated and so close to orgasm, she turned feral, desperate for more.
“Can I kiss you?” Seth asked, kneeling naked by her head.
Without answering, she reached out both arms and pulled him to her mouth. While James sucked her cunt, she expelled her energy on Seth, sucking his tongue and his lips and digging her claws into his hair.
“I’m about to come. Don’t stop—” She gasped as the first jolt of orgasm shocked her and continued to pulsate through her until her tension eased and she could breathe again.
James ate her clean before pulling away. “Fucking sweet.”
When her vision cleared and she cared enough to see what happened around her, she saw a nude Trevor squeezing lube on his condom-covered penis. She said the first thing that came to her mind. “I thought you were all safe and tested.”
“Oh, we are, darlin’. This is just for hygiene. You just keep relaxing like you are, and this will go over real easy.” Trevor prodded her to get on all fours on the floor.
“What are you doing, Trev?”
“Shhh.”
He kissed the globes of her ass and trailed kisses up her spine. The cool lube pressed against her as the firm tip of his penis nudged the tight opening of her anus. She went rigid, and she bolted forward. Nerves and fear spiked through her as adrenaline rushed into her system.
“Don’t go tense on me now, baby. I’m not gonna hurt you, just prime you a bit for later,” said Trevor in a soothing tone. “Bryce. Get under her and make her feel good, or this isn’t gonna work.”
Bryce slid under her, fitting between her knees and arms, facing her. He leaned up to kiss her, and her nerves began to calm. With skilled fingers, he played with her clit, rolling the nub in circles, hitting exactly the right spot. Her breathing grew heavy. Her arms became weak. When she began to collapse her upper body against Bryce, Trevor pressed his lubricated dick at her ass again.
“Don’t go all tight, Grace. Try and relax. Push against me even. As soon as I get my cock inside that tight little ass, you’ll be pain-free. Promise.”
She had to admit her nerves were easier to control with Bryce massaging her clit and sucking her tit during the process. Although she always wondered what it would feel like to have anal sex, especially after feeling such a thrill last time Trevor caressed her anus, it still scared her. Felt unnatural. But, she would try to relax out of curiosity. Maybe he wouldn’t be able to fit inside her this way. She felt as tight as a clenched fist.
One lubed finger pressed gradually into her ass. She turned her head to the side. James stood behind her as Trevor reapplied lube over his condom. His erection stood straight out like an arrow, thick and hard.
Grace clenched around James’s finger.
“Shit, she’s tight, Trevor. I don’t know, man.”
“Stretch her out a bit for me. I want this to be as easy as possible.”
Two fingers, slick and firm, entered her. James made a circle around the perimeter of her tight opening, stretching the sphincter muscle with each pass.
“Don’t clamp down, Grace. Try to push my fingers out.”
When she did as he asked, Trevor replaced James’s fingers with his cock, forcing himself inside. She cried out in discomfort, which caused Bryce to increase his stimulation to her pussy. He cooed a comforting sound and steadied her with his free arm. When Trevor pushed a couple inches in, she gasped, but he continued entering her unt
il buried to the hilt. Once fully inside her rear opening, he froze. No movement or thrusting. She panted, trying to push away the tightness and discomfort.
“You did good, Grace. Now just get used to my size. Get used to feeling my dick inside your ass.”
They stayed locked in the same position for several minutes. Trevor’s control surprised her. He put her needs before his own. Despite her pain, she felt safer than ever. Bryce locked his mouth to hers, kissing her, tasting her. What a great kisser. Before she knew it, she forgot about the penis wedged firmly inside her. No more pain. She clenched around Trevor, and he pulled out, tossing the condom aside.
“Okay, guys, I can’t hold off another second. Watching isn’t cutting it.” Seth ran his hands all over her backside, his breath coming out in shudders. “Grace, can I screw that pussy of yours? Please tell me yes.”
Grace nodded rapidly, needing more. Seth took no time in flipping her over and spreading her legs wide. James held one thigh and Bryce the other.
“When he fucks you, suck me off, okay, baby?”
Trevor knelt low beside her head, spreading his knees until his dick bounced against her neck. Her eyes lolled back in her head, and her need grew intense. What was Seth waiting for?
“Seth. Come on!”
“Hear that, guys? She’s fucking begging for my cock.”
“Then give it to her, idiot.” Trevor pumped his own shaft waiting for Seth to penetrate her.
All four men lacked a stitch of clothing. Four impressive dicks, ripped abs, and smooth flesh stared back at her from every angle. Seth easily found her wet cunny and thrust himself forward with force. Of all the men, Seth was the youngest, the most impulsive, and the least practiced in self-denial.
Grace cried out, this time in unadulterated pleasure. He filled her, banging against her cervix, dulling the ache that fired inside. She lost herself in the masculine beauty of his body working her like a finely tuned machine. Raw power. He pumped his dick, hard as steel, into her with the strength and the stamina of an aroused bull.
Only Trevor’s warm flesh tapping her lips snapped her out of her reverie. She tilted her head to the side and wrapped her lips around his swollen acorn head, running her tongue around the edges. Both men holding her legs caressed her. Hands were everywhere, warm, rough exploring hands. Seth pummeled her, and the sounds of pleasure she made were muffled by the cock down her throat.
Saving Grace Page 7
