Her Arizona Cowboy Brothers [Sexual Meltdown 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Sabrina Sinclair

  The closer he got to the ranch, the clearer her image became. She was still masturbating, her eyes closed, her legs wide open. Fuck, how he envied that sex toy at this very moment. He smiled. His hard cock would soon be replacing it, and the feeling she was experiencing at that moment would be as nothing as soon as he started fucking her.

  The ranch house came into view, and Caesar started to slow. With a mere caress of the reins, he brought the stallion to a dead stop and then dismounted.

  * * * *

  She was acutely aware of him now. Just the stairs and the bedroom door separated them. Her pussy ached for him as he opened the front door and then started to climb the stairs.

  Her pulse beat into overdrive, and she stared at the door handle of the bedroom. It started to turn.

  And then he was there in all his glory, strong, tall, and virile. Her fantasy was about to become reality. Minds and eyes met.

  “I knew you’d come.”

  “It was always going to be this way. It’s our destiny, Lizzie.”

  Her breathing was labored as she watched him with narrowed eyes. The vibrator still filled her pussy. “No Jake and Ben?”

  “Their time will come.”

  He sat on the bed next to her. “You are just so fucking sexy, lady. I’m gonna make you moan and groan. You won’t be needing this anymore. I’m here now.” He pulled the rabbit from her wet folds. “It serves a purpose, I suppose, but—”

  “Taste me, Kyle.”

  He wiped her pussy juice from the sex toy with his fingers. There was plenty of it. He put them to his mouth and hungrily sucked them dry. “You sure taste good, honey. I knew you would.”

  “Take off your clothes, cowboy. I don’t like to be kept waiting.”

  She watched, mesmerized, as he removed his boots and jeans. His cock strained against his underwear. “You’re so big, Kyle.”

  He took off his hat and shirt, revealing the taut muscles of his chest and lean, V-shaped waist. “Even bigger than you think, honey.” He slipped off his underpants, and she marveled at the magnificent male form before her. His hard cock stood proud. The bell end glistened in anticipation.

  He lay between her legs. His prick pushed against her opening. “I gotta suck these.”

  She felt his teeth nibbling and biting her nipples. “I’m so sensitive there, Kyle. The thought of you inside me makes my pussy so wet.”

  “I know where you’re really sensitive, honey. Lie on your stomach.”

  She could feel him gently kissing her shoulders and back. It felt divine. Kyle was all cowboy, but she could tell he had a sensitive side, too. She thought she’d spoken too soon when he bit her bottom…hard.

  She winced in pain and then smiled. “You bastard, Kyle. That really hurt.” And then she added, “But, I like it.”

  “Aw, I’m sorry, honey.” He looked amused. “I know something a little more soothing.” He pulled her buttock cheeks apart, and his tongue trailed down to her puckered hole, lapping at the rim. “You like this, Lizzie?”

  She could feel her asshole tighten as his tongue exquisitely explored it. “Oh, God, that feels so good. No one has ever done that to me before. Don’t stop.”

  He laughed. “Your little asshole is just so cute, honey.”

  He placed a finger of one hand against her clit as he simultaneously pushed two fingers of his other hand up her ass. “Oh, fuck, Kyle.” The combination was so exquisite. This double penetration rocked her world. Her breathing increased. “Oh, my God. Don’t stop.”

  “I ain’t gonna, Lizzie.”

  Her stomach muscles tensed, and her heart seemed to stop momentarily. The whole world went into slow motion as her climax erupted, and just kept erupting. “I love you, I love you.” Her only words, as her orgasm battered and bludgeoned her into submission.

  She lay panting for breath. Her face still buried in the silk pillow. “That was so…” Unable to comprehend the feelings running through her, she grasped the pillow tightly in her hands. “Oh, fuck, Kyle, that was just so great.”

  He laughed. “My turn now.”

  She smiled. “Do with me as you please. You’re in charge. Fuck me any way you choose.”

  She thought of all the politically correct Californian men she’d had sex with in the two years since leaving England. There had always been something missing. None of them had really turned her on.

  Kyle was everything she’d ever wanted in a man. He’d already demonstrated to her how much he cared by seeing to her needs first. Now he would take on the role of a modern day Genghis Khan, and take what he needed as a man. No explanation would be offered or required.

  She stared straight at him. “Well, cowboy.”

  He roughly pushed her onto her back, lifting her ass from the bed. He placed her legs over his shoulders. “I can get real deep with this position.”

  She felt his huge thick cock push inside her wet pussy as far as it would go. No finesse, just one brutal, masculine lunge.

  “I can feel it in my stomach, Kyle. Be rough with me. Fuck me hard.”

  His weight pushed her down now. So much so that her legs were soon positioned either side of her face. Sweat pooled between them. His balls banged against her ass with each penetrating thrust.

  “Who’s in charge?”

  “You are, Kyle.”

  He thrust deeper still. “Again.”

  “You are, Kyle. You feel so good.”

  He took her hands in his and stretched them above her head, so she was unable to move at all.

  She felt completely dominated by him, both physically and emotionally. He was in complete and total control, and she loved it.

  His cock was so huge. It filled her so fully it almost hurt. Her pleasure and pain threshold seemed almost to be as one. His maleness dominated her thoughts and senses. His cock went deeper still. Pure blue, unblinking eyes stared at her.

  “Kyle.”

  Still deeper.

  “Oh, fuck, Kyle. I’m so close.”

  Deeper still.

  His control was complete now. She belonged to him. “Kyle, I’m…” She closed her eyes. Her head shook from side to side as her orgasm started. The sheer intensity and pleasure were so far beyond anything she had experienced before that she briefly wondered if her female body would stand up to it.

  “Oh, fuck, Kyle. That’s so good.” Her stomach muscles contracted, his male scent overwhelmed her. He held her so tightly. Her body vibrated against his as the full force of her orgasm smashed through.

  Oh, sweet Jesus, what was he doing to her?

  She felt him tense, then after two more penetrating strokes, he let out a deep, guttural growl, and his cum filled her wet, aching pussy.

  “Oh, fuck, Lizzie. You’re one hell of a woman.”

  The sweat ran from between their spent bodies and slowly dripped onto the purple silk sheets.

  He rolled off and lay beside her, and she stretched her legs out into a more comfortable position.

  They looked across at each other. A knowing look. A smile that said they’d connected in every way possible.

  “Kyle?”

  “Yes?”

  “That was fantastic.”

  “Good. That’s what I like to hear.” He pulled her into his arms, and she nestled on his shoulder. He kissed her forehead.

  “Kyle?”

  “Yes?”

  “Why?” She trailed her hand over his torso, defining the muscles with her fingers. His chest rose from his athletic exertions. Her mind was still unable to comprehend the feelings that ran through her.

  “Why what, honey?”

  “I’ve never known such joy when I’ve had sex before. Does that usually happen to you?”

  He smiled at her, and kissed her lips. “When you meet the right person, anything’s possible. Surely, your momma told you that?”

  She shook her head. “I never knew my real mother, and my foster mother always thought I had far too many boyfriends. I guess I was always looking for something. I d
idn’t think I’d ever find it.”

  “Perhaps, being here with us is your destiny.” He touched her nose playfully.

  “Oh, Kyle, I feel you know something I don’t.”

  “All in good time, Lizzie. All in good time.”

  Chapter Six

  One week later

  Jake and Ben sat at the breakfast table. Without making eye contact, Jake spoke. “Make some more coffee.”

  “Fuck you, make it yourself. I ain’t your personal slave. Ask Lizzie. That’s her job.”

  Jake looked around. He moved his head from side to side with exaggerated movements. “She ain’t here. So it’s your job now, little bro.”

  Ben rose moodily from the table and moved to the stove. “You know Kyle nailed her last week, don’t you?” He laughed as he moved his hips back and forth in a sexual manner. “Boned her good and proper from what I hear.”

  “From what you hear?” Jake looked irritated. “Kyle ain’t said nothing to me about it, so he sure as hell ain’t said nothing to you. You’re full of shit, Ben.”

  “Hell, you know what I mean, Jake. We’re all Sybars. We don’t need to be told. We just know.” He handed his brother a fresh mug of coffee. “Anyway, it’s my turn with Lizzie next.”

  “After me, little bro.”

  “Says who?”

  Jake rose quickly from the table. His chair flew across the kitchen, hitting the wall. Ben took a step backwards.

  “You see, it’s like this, little bro.” He jabbed a finger into Ben’s chest. “I fuck her next.” He looked annoyed. “Or I take you outside now. Kick the crap out of you, and then I still fuck her next.” He jabbed a finger at him again. “Do you understand?”

  Ben backed down. “Ain’t no need to be angry with me, Jake. I was just joking. Didn’t mean nothing.”

  Jake playfully slapped his little brother’s face. “We all get to fuck her on a regular basis. She just can’t resist our powers, but we need to be careful to keep the illusion going. When Kyle rode back to the ranch on Caesar, the fabric of the illusion started to break down. Our Sybar powers were stretched too thinly. A few things were starting to become see-through. One or two of the smaller items disappeared entirely.”

  “Did Lizzie notice?”

  “No, and after Kyle fucked her, his powers returned to full strength.” He shook his head. “I just sure hope none of us get sick. We’ll never be able to keep it all together then.”

  “I sure don’t want her to leave, Jake. We need her.”

  * * * *

  Staring at her reflection, Lizzie brushed her hair in the bedroom mirror. If she said so herself, it looked glossy and full of life. That was exactly how she felt since moving in with the three boys. She simply glowed with wellbeing and happiness.

  Sex with Kyle had been beyond fantastic. It joined them together completely, both physically and spiritually. There was nothing that Kyle did not know about the art of lovemaking. He could be kind and considerate when required. Although on a more earthy level, she much preferred it when he just took what he wanted.

  She laughed. “Oh, yeah. There was a lot of caveman in Kyle, too.”

  She knew Jake would be next, and she was more than happy to oblige. Whenever close to him, she would take in his male scent and devour his muscular form and his eyes. She closed her own. Just one look from those green gems and she knew he could do with her as he wished.

  After Jake, Ben would come. As sure as night followed day, Ben would follow Kyle and Jake. When she closed her eyes and concentrated, she could see them all in real time, as they really were, and they could see her.

  She still didn’t know how this happened. She just knew it did. It was a magical connection—a bonding—that they all shared.

  Ben would masturbate every few hours, thinking about what he wanted to do to her. She could clearly see him doing it in the finest detail when she attuned her mind to his. Naturally, he would be aware of her, too. This would only excite him further with the inevitable ejaculatory consequences.

  She looked around her room. So beautifully furnished. Exactly as she would have decorated it herself, if money were no object. She sighed contentedly. Time to serve the boys a hearty breakfast. They’d be in the saddle for more than twelve hours today.

  * * * *

  Jake couldn’t concentrate on the job in hand. His mind was on Lizzie. He dismounted his horse and pulled the girth strap, yanking it tight.

  Right in full view of his brothers, Lizzie had given him extra helpings that morning for breakfast. This will keep your strength up, cowboy, she’d said leaning over him and gently brushing her breasts against his shoulder, as she’d heaped yet more bacon and eggs onto his plate. You might need it later on. Her little sassy smile and knowing wink were all the encouragement he needed. Now he could think of nothing else.

  Kyle stopped what he was doing and looked across at him. “Fuck, Jake, you’re no good to Ben and me today. Try and take your mind off pussy, bro. That open invitation she gave you this morning has sure interfered with your work” There was a certain amount of sympathy in his voice. He knew full well the effect that Lizzie could have on a man’s groin.

  “Sorry, Kyle. Just can’t seem to think of anything else today.”

  Ben rode over to them, took his hat off, and then wiped the sweat from his forehead with the back of his hand. “I think he should ride back to the ranch now. The sooner he fucks Lizzie, the sooner it will be my turn. He sure ain’t no fucking use to us out here today.”

  Kyle let out a long deep sigh then took a slug of water from the canteen. “Me and Ben’s been thinking. Our Sybar powers are at full stretch today. Things are gonna break down, especially when all you can think of is pussy. We can’t let Lizzie see the fabric of the illusion start to fade because she’ll leave, big time.” He looked exasperated. “And then we’re all fucked. So you need to go back to the ranch and bone her. Help recharge the batteries, so to speak.”

  “Thanks, boys, much appreciated.” Jake felt relief surge through his body as he turned his stallion around and headed for the ranch. He needed Lizzie so much now it hurt.

  * * * *

  Lizzie knew he was coming for her in much the same way she knew that Kyle was returning to the ranch the previous week. A sixth sense, perhaps, but she doubted that. It was something more profound in her view. An all-enveloping oneness with the three brothers.

  She knew the boys were at the far end of their spread. It would be a good twenty minutes ride before Jake reached her. Time enough for a quick shower and a change into some sexy underwear. She was aware that Jake liked stockings and suspenders. There was plenty of evidence of that when she had linked her mind with his and delved into his fantasies. She almost blushed at the thought of being able to see part, if not all, of the boy’s wants, hopes and needs. It made her feel like a voyeur, but she saw it as a gift that the three of them had given her. A gift they wanted her to use.

  Pulling on the sheer black stockings, she smoothed them down with her fingers. God, she felt so womanly and sexy. She looked down at her freshly shaved pussy and then slipped a finger inside. It met with no resistance. She was wet. She was ready for his arrival.

  She pulled on a pair of lacy black panties and the skimpiest half-cup bra she owned. She looked down at her breasts. Exposed large, brown nipples would be a turn-on for any man, she reasoned.

  There was no need for her to look out of the window to know that Jake had just tied his horse up outside.

  Chapter Seven

  When Jake pushed the bedroom door open, two hundred and twenty pounds of raw muscle entered her room. His gaze devoured her, making her feel sexy as hell. He wore a wicked grin, and she knew she was in for a few surprises.

  “Fuck, you look good. Your nipples are something else.” He touched the bulge in his jeans, as if to emphasize the point.

  She stood with her hands on her hips and smiled at him.

  “I knew you’d come. I’m ready for you. Do you like the way I
look?”

  “Sure do.” He gently touched her nose and full lips. He stared at her mouth, and all she could think of were what beautiful green eyes he had. “You only know what we allow you to know, Lizzie.”

  “Oh?”

  He looked thoughtful. “For example, you are completely unaware that I’m pissed with you at this very moment.”

  She felt slightly nervous. “Why, Jake? I’ve done nothing to upset you that I’m aware of. I like you.”

  “I like you, too, Lizzie. We all like you, but you allowed Kyle to fuck you before I did, and I ain’t happy about it.”

  Feeling a little frightened now, she said, “But he’s the oldest. I thought…”

  “You need to be punished, Lizzie.”

  “But I…”

  “Turn around.”

  “Why, Jake? What for?”

  “Turn around, I ain’t gonna ask you again.”

  “But I need to know…”

  He roughly turned her around, and placed her arms behind her back, her wrists together. “Don’t move, Lizzie, do you understand?”

  “Yes, Jake.” Her heart began beating frantically in her chest. Jake made her feel incredibly sexy and more than a little frightened.

  He pulled a length of rope from his jean pocket “This is my hoggin’ rope. It’s what we use to stop a calf getting hurt whilst branding.” He roughly bound her wrists together with it, making a satisfied grunt as he pulled it taut.

  Lizzie tested the restraint. Although it didn’t hurt, it was tight against her skin. She swallowed hard, as anticipation flooded her body. Jake excited her in a different way to his brother Kyle. He seemed more dangerous, and she knew his desires leaned towards the darker side of sex.

  He turned and dragged a chair to the center of the room and then sat down on it. “Come here.”

  “But, Jake. I—”

  “Stand here, I ain’t asking you, I’m telling you.”

  She went and stood by him, her legs trembling in anticipation.

  “I know exactly what emotions you’re feeling at this very moment.” He stared at her. Intimidating her. “Fear and excitement in equal measure.”