Wrangled (Steele Ranch Book 2)

Wrangled (Steele Ranch Book 2) Page 8

by Vanessa Vale

  I groaned, wishing I could heal this wound of hers. “No, you haven’t been bad. You’ve done nothing wrong. You were perfect. You’ll always be perfect, even if we argue. Nothing will change how much both Boone and I want you. Never.” I evened my voice, made it soft. Gentle. I tugged her close, kissed her gently, a brushing of lips. “You’re such a good girl.”

  She sighed, her warm breath blending with mine.

  “When we touch, it’s not just lust. I’m passionate about you, just as you are for me. I want you, your body. My body wants yours. But my mind, my heart, wants you, too. All of you. I’m desperately passionate about you.”

  She glanced at me and I saw she was thinking about my words. The flicker of hope, surprise.

  “That’s what makes this special.”

  She nodded. “Yes, I understand. I’m passionate about you both, too. For the first time, I know exactly what I want.”

  “That’s right. And sex? It’s how we show each other just how much.” I grinned then, sliding my thumb across her cheek. “And we’ve just gotten started. We haven’t done all the possible ways to fuck. Yet. Do you want to know what I want to do with you?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  She was back with me. Aroused again. Interested. I knew to steer clear of that word and I’d be sure to tell Boone about it.

  “I want to fill you with my dick nice and slow, missionary position so I can watch your eyes as I do, before I fill you up with my cum.”

  She gave me the barest of whimpers.

  “I’ll give you that,” I murmured softly. “I’ll give you whatever you want.”

  I saw her blush, her eyes flare.

  “Oh, Kitten, you’ve got something in mind, don’t you?”

  She licked her lips, nodded.

  I groaned.

  “Good girl.” I turned off the truck. “Let’s get your things, then we’ll go back to the cabin and you can show me.”

  I had a feeling being with Kitten was going to be one wild night. And Boone? He’d be missing out, but he’d have his turn soon enough. Kitten could have all the dick she wanted.

  “No, now. Here.” Her small hands pushed me back and dove for my belt buckle.

  11

  JAMISON

  “Here?”

  “I’m not a virgin anymore.”

  I stilled her hands, but didn’t move them away. I could feel the heat of them through my jeans and there was a chance I’d come right then and there. “You’ve got to be sore.”

  She shook her head, bit her lip as she tugged her hands free, took hold of the zipper.

  “Careful, Kitten.” Moving my hands away, I let her do what she wanted. But, I didn’t need to see Boone in the ER because of a fucking zipper injury. I’d rather be balls deep inside my very eager woman.

  Once the jeans were open, she stopped. “Um, I thought it would pop out.”

  I laughed, but it was partial groan. She eyed my groin as if she hadn’t eaten and my dick was her first meal in a week. I lifted my hips, worked my jeans down enough so that I did pop out.

  “Oh,” she said, in breathy surprise.

  “I’m big and it lays down my thigh,” I told her.

  She flicked her gaze to mine for a second, then right back down at my lap. “Can I…put my mouth on it?”

  Pre-cum emerged from the tip, a drop of it slid down the flared head.

  “Fuck, yes.”

  Undoing her seat belt, she tucked her legs beneath her so she knelt on her seat, leaned over the center console. I couldn’t miss the way her sweet ass was up in the air, her jean skirt riding up. Reaching out, I put my hand on the back of her silky thigh, slid it up to find her bare. No panties. I closed my eyes, pressed my head into the rest, knew that little scrap of silk was still in my shirt pocket.

  Her tongue flicked out and I watched as she licked up the slide of pre-cum, licked her lips. The sight of her glancing up at me from my lap had another stream of it seeping out. “Don’t tease, Kitten.”

  She smiled, like the Kitten who’d gotten the cream. Perhaps she was. But I wanted her to have all of it.

  “Take me into that virgin mouth of yours. Show me what you can do.”

  She did as instructed, opening nice and wide and taking the entire head into that wet heat, her tongue swirling over it as if she were eating a fucking ice cream cone.

  I groaned, watching her take me. It was the most erotic sight I’d ever seen.

  “Grip the base. Good girl, yes like that. Now take it as deep as you can.”

  She quickly discovered her gag reflex and backed off. I wasn’t the kind of fucker who forced a woman to swallow a dick. Just the tight suction as she drew her cheeks in, worked me with an eagerness I found endearing and hot as fuck, was enough for my balls to draw up.

  I slid my hand up and cupped her pussy from behind. She moaned and the vibrations of it around my dick made me groan. “Jesus, Kitten. You’re wet.” I slipped a finger carefully inside. “And I can feel our cum nice and deep.”

  The idea that she was still full, that the proof that we’d been at her all night—and Boone this morning—made me feel so fucking possessive. She moaned again because I’d found the little ridge of her G-spot and curled my finger over it and I felt the vibrations clear to my balls. Her arousal made her wild. Voracious. She swirled her tongue over the very tip, lapping up the next batch of pre-cum I just spurted into her mouth.

  “That’s it. I can’t take any more of those sweet lips.” I grabbed her shoulders, carefully lifted her off of me. Her eyes were blurry as she looked to me.

  “Why’d you stop? Don’t you want to come in my mouth?”

  With one hand, I pushed the button on my seat for the back to recline. The other brushed over her bottom lip. “Fuck yes. But all our cum goes in that pussy.”

  Once the seat was flat, I scooped her up and onto my lap, her knees going to either side of my hips, which bunched her skirt about her waist. I pushed back so she had more room to maneuver with the steering wheel behind her.

  Thank fuck she was tiny and she fit. She didn’t even bump her head.

  My cock rose up between us and she stared down at it, saw it slick from her mouth.

  “It’s all yours, Kitten.”

  She met my gaze and she bit her lip, shifting her hips. Then she tucked her hair behind her ears, glanced out the window, as if she’d just now realized we were in my truck and if someone drove up, we’d be seen. I didn’t give a fuck. Of course, I was possessive of Kitten, but there would be no question that she was getting well-fucked, well-pleasured by one of her men and that while she was absolutely gorgeous when she came, all they could be was fucking jealous.

  Kitten was mine.

  I clenched my fists to keep from lifting her up and sinking her right onto my dick to prove that. Thank fuck she went up onto her knees so she hovered over me, then shimmied and slid, shifted her hips and worked herself down.

  I had my eyes fixed right on her pussy and how my dick was disappearing inside. She was hot and so fucking tight. While I had no doubt she’d be wet all on her own, having our cum inside her already helped ease my way, especially since she had to be sore. We hadn’t been rough with her, but an unused pussy needed some TLC and this wasn’t it. Later, when I got her to my bed, I’d be sure to get my mouth on it to make it all better.

  PENNY

  One hand gripped the top of the passenger seat, the other in the open window, balancing myself as I rode Jamison like a cowgirl. I even had my boots on. Last night in the back of Boone’s truck, Jamison had said I’d take their dicks for a ride. I didn’t think he meant like this with all the world to possibly see. Maybe not the whole world, just the ranch hands. Maybe Mrs. Potts, the housekeeper.

  I was just too eager to wait. Why should I? Jamison had all but promised me a wild night, and they’d definitely made good on it, but they’d made me insatiable. Needy. Greedy for cock.

  A whole bunch of man-induced—no, men-induced—orgasms could short-

circuit a woman’s brain.

  He didn’t laugh. Nope. He just moved his hands out of the way and let me open his pants, then take him into my mouth. I’d felt powerful, knowing I made him hard, made the tip weep. Made him lose control. Me. Virginal me.

  And I was like this because Jamison was right. I was passionate about him. About Boone, too. They were something I wanted with all my heart and that made all the difference. They made me realize I’d just been going through the motions of life until now. And finally, I knew what I wanted and I was going to take it. And that was Jamison’s dick. I wanted it. Wanted to share this overflowing passion with him. I needed this connection, this bond.

  And it wasn’t naughty. I wasn’t naughty taking what I wanted because it was…right.

  I’d made him crazy enough to tug me over the center console and onto his lap. Through gritted teeth, he told me to have my way with him. With a gorgeous cowboy, all muscles and strong hands. Powerful thighs, thick cock. This man who could overpower me, hurt me, destroy me, lay in wait for me to take what I wanted from him.

  And so I was taking full advantage of that welcome.

  When I first lowered myself, I felt the burn, the soreness of being filled again, wiggling my hips to take him in. But it quickly, no, immediately was replaced by pleasure. Somehow, Jamison was hitting every hot spot I had, and I was on the brink of coming.

  I’d been close before, the two of them leaving me simmering all day with their touches, their words, their darned promises of what they were going to do to me that I’d mentally said fuck it and jumped Jamison.

  I laughed, let my head fall back as I reveled in the thick feel of Jamison deep inside me, how I could take from him what I wanted. Being with him, to some, might be considered stifling. Him and Boone, both, were dominant men. But it was the opposite, I felt. I felt free for once in my life. They accepted me as I was, wanted me, and based on the way their cocks were always hard, wanted me. Jamison was giving me the room, in this moment, to explore my own desires, learn from them. Even use him.

  I clenched around him, felt the flare of heat, the sweat bloom on my skin from that simple motion. He was really deep. This angle had him bumping the top of me and I knew I took him all—especially when I was sitting on top of his thighs. His hands tightened on my hips, but he did nothing to move me.

  “Kitten,” he warned, the sound gravelly. His gray eyes held mine, a hint of warning there. For what, I didn’t know.

  I grinned slyly. “What?”

  His hands came up then, not to get me to move, but to grab the front of my shirt, rip it open. The buttons were no match for his strength and they went flying. His eyes flared at the sight of my breasts in the lacy bra.

  “Ride me. I want to watch those gorgeous breasts bounce as you make yourself come all over my dick.”

  I felt myself get wet at his dirty talk and decided to take mercy on him, on both of us, and began to move. Up, down, swirl my hips. Over and over until I sensed I was close, rode him toward the pleasure, taking him faster and faster. My thighs would be sore later from the workout, but that was so…later.

  “Jamison. God, I’m going to…oh, yes. It’s so good.”

  I was so lost to the need to come that I missed that his hands had moved. One finger pressed against my back entrance in a slippery circle. His other hand cupped my breast and pinched a hard nipple through my bra.

  “Jamison!” My eyes flew open and I met his narrowed gaze. Saw the way his jaw was clenched, his cheeks flushed.

  “Like that?”

  Did I? I had no idea there were so many nerve endings…there, that it would feel. So. Good.

  “Fuck yes,” I cried. I couldn’t help but squeeze and clench around him, my mind giving up the fight and my body taking over.

  He pulled away, gripped my hips and lifted me off of him.

  “Wha—”

  “Turn around.”

  I worked my legs over his waist, difficult in the small space, until I straddled him again facing away from him. As if I were driving the truck. My hands went to the steering wheel. Jamison slipped his thumb over my pussy, dipped it inside before pulling it free and working me down onto his cock. This direction had him hitting all different places inside. I whimpered, glad to have him back inside.

  “You came with my finger pressing against your ass. Time for more.”

  His palm flattened at the very base of my spine right before his slick thumb pressed to my back entrance and slipped in. Between the angle and the lubrication, he went right in.

  I groaned at the stretch, the slight burn.

  “Feel full?” he asked, his voice rough.

  I nodded, glanced over my shoulder at him.

  “Fuck me, Kitten. Fuck the cum right out of me and you’ll see what it will be like when we both get in you, one of us in your ass, the other in your pussy.”

  I could picture it, me being between both of my lovers. The idea of it wasn’t scary. No, the feel of Jamison’s thick finger proved I liked butt stuff. And when I began to move, lifting and lowering myself as I used the steering wheel for balance and leverage, he slid his thumb carefully in and out. Not too far, but enough to let me know an actual dick would be…incredible.

  It was too much. All of it. The first orgasm had primed me for more, making me so sensitive that it wasn’t hard to tip over the edge. And his thumb…

  “Come for me. Come now.”

  It may have been the gravelly bite of his words, the surprising pleasure/pain of his fingers, or because I felt him swell even thicker inside me, but I came. I screamed, the sound, I knew, carried out the open windows and across the open ranch land.

  “That’s it. Milk the cum from my balls. Yes. Fuck. You love something in your ass. My dick will be there soon. Ah, you’re going to love it.”

  My hair was long down my back, my breathing ragged as I used Jamison for my pleasure, eked out every bit of it as I worked my pussy on his cock, rubbed my clit against his body as he continued to talk filthy.

  I wanted everything he said. Every. Single. Word.

  His thumb pressed even deeper as his entire body went taut. A deep groan escaped his lips as he came. I glanced over my shoulder then, watched him as he did so, seeing him lost to the world, to the pleasure he’d pulled from my body. At the same time, I could feel the hot cum spurt inside me. So deep. So much of it that I would be marked, inside and out, for days. He shifted his hips, up and down, the tiniest amount as he came, his cum starting to escape around him, coating my thighs, his lap.

  I couldn’t catch my breath, couldn’t do anything but hold on tight.

  Eventually, his hands moved away, I lifted myself off him, turned back around so I faced him once more.

  “Wait,” he said, his voice soft now, tender, as he looked at my pussy, hovering over him.

  His dick was glistening, coated in our combined fluids. Still hard. Angry looking, as if he still had to come.

  “What?” I asked.

  “I love seeing you coated in my cum.”

  His hand cupped me, gently, and began to work all that cum that slipped out over every inch of my pussy, even working some of it back up into me.

  “Get my cell.”

  It was in the center console and I picked it up. “You’re not taking a picture.”

  “Fuck no. Find Boone’s number. Call him.”

  I wasn’t sure why, but I nodded and did as he wanted. Boone answered on the first ring.

  “Hi, Boone,” I said, my voice deep and rough, probably from screaming.

  “Put it on speaker,” Jamison said.

  I pushed the button.

  “Hi, Kitten,” Boone replied.

  “Tell him what we just did, that I fucked your broken in pussy with his cum easing the way. That you came hard because I had a thumb working that virgin ass. In my truck.”

  I heard Boone’s groan through the phone.

  “Kitten?” he asked.

  I cleared my throat, repeated Jamison’s words.