by Gemma Snow
Madison managed to break away from Christian’s kiss long enough to whisper, “Then taste me.”
Ryder grinned up at her and removed her panties in a long, slow, deliberation action, tossing them to the ground. Then she really was bare, totally exposed and hot and wet and needing his touch—both their touches—like she needed her next breath.
“She’s so wet, Christian,” Ryder murmured, his tone almost reverent. “I bet you could take my cock right now, sugar.”
Damn, that sounded like a good idea to her. She needed more than this teasing and toying, so she ran her hand up Christian’s wet jeans, cupping his hardness behind the fabric before reaching up to the fly, then she slid his zipper down and stroked him, aching to feel him inside her at the same time as she felt Ryder.
“Take it out,” she demanded.
Christian’s eyes glistened, his gaze as predatory as a wild jaguar, but he did as he was told and slowly pushed his jeans down. Even from behind his briefs, Christian’s thick erection throbbed and she ached for it.
“I want you,” she murmured to him, while Ryder distracted her with small but potent kisses up the soft flesh of her inner thigh. Fuck, but that man was toying with her. They both were.
Christian pulled his cock free and it jutted forth from a nest of dark curls. Madison licked her lips and sighed, low and heated.
“Don’t make those sounds if you’re not ready to deal with the consequences,” Christian murmured. “I could get off just listening to you moan.”
“Or you could get off in my mouth,” she said, giving in to her uncharacteristic boldness of the evening. “Will you?”
He leaned in toward her, bringing his cock, close but not close enough for Madison to taste him like she so wanted to do.
“You have to ask me properly,” he said. “I want to hear how much you want it.”
These men and their filthy words might just kill her. But what a way to go.
She pursed her lips. “Please?”
Christian stroked his cock, just out of reach, a wicked smirk on his kiss-swollen lips. “You’re going to have to try harder than that,” he said.
“Please can I suck your cock?”
He grinned, but the thin veil of self-control holding him together frayed before her eyes.
“Since you asked so nicely,” he said. Then he slid the plump head of his cock across her lips, the salty, masculine taste heady and seductive, and Madison darted out her tongue and licked the tip.
He hissed. “Tease.”
Before she could reply, Ryder pressed a kiss to her wet hole and she bucked off the table in an instant. Two pairs of strong hands came to her hips, steadying her, holding her down to withstand the pleasurable torture. But before Ryder could distract her any more, Madison wrapped her lips around Christian’s head, sucking him into her mouth and enjoying the weight of him across her tongue. Ryder continued his teasing licks on her entrance, sucking and tempting until Madison thought she might just explode right then and there.
Then he slipped one finger between her swollen pussy folds and pumped it with slow deliberation in and out of her wanting body, both men holding her firm so she couldn’t press against his touch, needing more delicious friction. Ryder added another finger and Madison’s body burned with the telltale rise of her release, building between her legs and racing up her spine. Christian’s cock in her mouth made her all the hotter and she sucked him deep at the exact moment Ryder brushed his rough thumb over her clit.
She hummed her pleasure around Christian’s cock and he slid his hands into her hair, pulling the strands he grasped tight. The spark of pain was bare and delicious.
“That’s right, baby,” Christian said, “you like sucking cock, don’t you?”
She really, really did, and she moaned around his thick length, relaxing her throat to take him even deeper. “Fuck, that’s good, so good…” Christian mumbled and cursed and she took no small amount of pride in that.
But then Ryder dropped to his knees before her pussy and slid his tongue across her. He slipped inside and, oh, fuck she broke. Without warning, she came, hard, the force of her release crashing through her like an explosion. She rocked against his mouth, against his touch, taking Christian’s cock even deeper when she rode the tremors of pleasure until both of them steadied her against the table as she came down from her intense release.
“Fuck, that was so hot…” Christian groaned. “You all right?” All right—she’d just had the most insane orgasm of her life and they were asking if she was all right? In response, she sucked his cock to the back of her throat and worked her hand up and down his thick shaft.
“I wanna fuck your tight hole and feel you come all over my cock,” Ryder said, his voice rough. “Do you want that, Madison?”
Oh, hell yes, she wanted that. She nodded around Christian’s cock and tightened her cheeks at his reaction. He was losing control and she tempered her wild movements, swallowing him down hard until he was mumbling out a string of curse words and holding her head steady around his cock.
“Fuck, baby, I’m going to come…”
She kept her mouth wrapped around him even as he tried to pull away and a moment later he shot thick strands of cum, hot and salty against her tongue. Spent and breathing hard, he pulled back and collapsed against the picnic table bench.
“You might have killed him,” Ryder said with a laugh that could have been a groan. “I can’t wait to see what you do to me.”
Eyes heavy and breathing shallow, another orgasm already on the horizon, Madison managed to challenge, “Then what are you waiting for?”
Ryder reacted in an instant, his body going rigid and his eyes growing even hotter with need and desperation. He turned around, grabbed his wallet off a chair and dug out a foil-wrapped condom. He shucked off his wet jeans, his hard lines of muscle shimmering in the bright moonlight. Fuck, this guy is full-on cowboy porn. She had cowboy porn and biker porn—right then, nothing was wrong with life.
Ryder gave his thick cock a stroke, the sight so hot and mesmerizing that Madison ached to have him deep inside her. God, what if they both want to fuck me at once…No…
“Do you want us to?” Christian asked. Shit, had she said that out loud?
Normally, she would have blushed. Hell, normally she wouldn’t have even thought something so outright insane, let alone said the damn thing out loud. But normally had gone out of the window when she’d propositioned the two hot ranch managers to fuck her on a picnic table. So no blushing, not this time. This time she reached her hand up her body and plucked at her swollen nipple, her eyes trained on Christian the whole time. Already, his cock swelled to life again, and she wondered how long it would take him to be ready for her.
Ryder slipped a finger into her slick entrance, then another, sliding them thick against her pussy walls, and she clenched him. Hard.
“Fuck, that’s tight, sugar.” He pushed in a third finger and her whole body bowed at the sensation of being stretched. Ha, barely. When Madison glanced down the table, she got a view of the full, rigid erection that had pressed against her in the lake. Yeah, she had no idea what being stretched meant. Yet. Ryder must have sensed her hesitation, because he stopped teasing her in an instant.
“Everything okay?” he asked, concern evident in his voice.
Madison let out a soft groan, her mind not quite able to keep up with everything her body wanted with such desperation. “I don’t know how you’re going to fit,” she admitted, even though her desire mounted by the heavily charged second.
“Baby, you’re so slick I think we could both fit in you right now,” Ryder said on a strained laugh. “How about I go slow, and if you need me to stop, just say the word.”
She nodded, her brain fuzzy with heat and desire and the way Ryder’s cock felt nudging against her swollen entrance. God, he was big. He was maybe a little bigger than Christian, whose thick cock had barely fit into her mouth. But Ryder was gentle as he’d promised, pressing against h
er slow and steady until the swollen head of his cock was entirely inside her.
And fuck that felt good. It felt good to be stretched and filled and taken like a woman, not like an obligation, and the rush of pleasure at their approval and frank desire was heady, sending pulses of heat and lust winding cords up her back. Her nipples pebbled into swollen points and her clit pulsed with need.
“More,” she moaned, trying to thrust against Ryder’s body to take more herself. But Christian distracted her with a dangerous game, fingers skirting the undersides of her breasts, which were now plump with desire. The second she lifted her hips off the picnic table, they would both hold her down and deny her any release.
“You want more, city girl?” Ryder asked, his pace oh so slow. “Ask me nicely.” How did he have so much fucking control when she’d already come that night and still felt the world falling out from under her?
“Please?”
Christian swatted one of her swollen nipples and the pain made her skin sizzle and her breath catch.
“Don’t they have manners in the city?” he queried, as though they were actually talking about San Fran and not his friend’s cock buried deep in her pussy.
“Tease,” she growled. Both men grinned. “Please fuck me, Ryder…oh, God. Fill my pussy with your big cock. I need… I need…”
Ryder thumbed small circles around her clit and made it impossible to breathe. Lights danced at the corners of her vision, her orgasm soaring higher.
“I need you to fill me up, come hard in my tight cunt…oh, God.” She screamed it just as Ryder filled her all the way, slamming balls-deep into her body with an aching groan and she shot off somewhere, stars popping behind her eyelids, body bowing in a wild arc on the tabletop, her words tangled in a string of curses and prayers.
Finally, slowly, she came back to herself. Ryder’s wicked, smug grin was only matched by Christian’s dark, intense gaze.
“Again,” Christian growled. “Come again.” He looked down the table. “How does she feel, Ry? Is she tight around your cock? Milking you hard when she comes?”
God, those words were filthy and her whole body buzzed back to life in an instant. What? She was going to come again and soon? Huh.
“So tight,” Ryder said through gritted teeth. His cock surged and throbbed inside her and Madison took comfort in not being the only one whose world had burst then been put back together.
She pushed the thought away and slid her hand around Christian’s erection. The soft skin melded against her hand and he rocked hard into her touch. Then Ryder was moving in earnest too, riding her rough and fast, and she stroked Christian’s cock with the same desperate rhythm. Ryder filled her and pulled almost all the way out before sliding hot and deep back into her. He seemed to get bigger every time he entered her body, filling her, making her arch and ache and groan.
And, despite her having just come, another release rose deep in her belly. She stroked Christian’s cock even faster, bucking up to meet Ryder’s thrusts and reveling in the deep groans torn from the back of his throat.
“So close, baby,” Ryder growled, “I wanna feel you coming around my cock when I finish—will you do that for me?”
Madison didn’t have a choice. She looked up at Christian, her mind fueled by lust and heat.
“Come in my mouth while Ryder’s fucking me,” she demanded, loving the heated expression that crossed the dark brown eyes. “Fuck my mouth, please.” She damn near moaned the last and Christian slid his leaking cock across her lips. He pulled back, slapped his cock lightly against one of her cheeks and Madison moaned, her whole body shuddering.
“Like that, do ya?” Christian asked. He pulled back and slapped her a little harder, the sound fleshy and carnal. Her reaction was unexpected, but Madison couldn’t deny each surge of wet heat that flooded her body when Christian cock-slapped her.
“One more, baby. I’ll slap you one more time,” he said on a moan. He slapped rough, really rough, smacking the side of her face hard with his thick erection and not stopping before he slid it between her lips. “So fucking sexy, swallowing my cock. Take it deep, you fucking angel.” Christian’s groans were almost indiscernible, but each dangerous, laden word was hot as fucking fire.
Then she was there, right there, and Ryder pumped once, twice, three times, just as Christian tweaked one of her swollen nipples and she lost it, bucking and groaning and spilling her juices all over Ryder’s cock. It must have set him off, because he thrust twice more before settling his balls deep against her ass and shooting thick, hot cum into the condom deep inside her, his cock pumping.
A moment later, Christian jerked his hips and slid his cock down her throat, pumping his own sticky strands of cum with a deep, heady groan. He rested for a breath then stepped back from her mouth. Ryder pulled out carefully and slid the condom off to toss it in the trash.
Madison just stared up at the brilliant blue sky of the June night. Triple Diamond was gorgeous and she had just enjoyed the best sex of her whole damned life. Ha, it’s damn near enough to make a woman want to stay.
Chapter Six
“Come on, city girl,” Ryder said, picking his wet pants up off the ground. “Let’s get you cleaned up.”
Madison went to stand, but Christian didn’t give her the chance. Instead, he picked her up off the picnic table as if she didn’t weigh a damn thing. Oh, hell, she could so get used to this. Especially since he made it seem so damn easy to carry her into the house and up the stairs, his muscles seeming to not even strain under her weight. In the light of their house, Madison noticed something she hadn’t seen before.
“You have a nipple ring?” She slid her finger over the cool silver piercing threaded through his left nipple.
“Yeah.” Christian’s voice was rough, husky with sex. “Do you like it?”
She didn’t answer with words but instead wrapped her lips around the thin ring and sucked. Christian hissed and almost lost his footing. Behind them, Ryder chuckled. “He’s a sensitive son of a bitch when you do that.”
Hmm, I like the sound of that. “Think I could make you come just by sucking you here?” she asked, bold, sensual confidence inhabiting her mind and body like it never had before.
“If you give me about ten minutes, I say you’re welcome to try,” Christian replied, lust already lacing his voice. God, the man was positively sex on a stick.
He carried her into what she guessed was one of several master suites and through another door into the bathroom. The room was masculine, furnished in dark woods and earth tones, but the giant hot tub bath caught her eye.
“So obvious,” she said, laughing as Christian set her down on her feet. “My uncle must have paid you guys really well.”
The men grinned and Ryder shrugged before speaking. “We built the house,” he said with a shrug. Madison had to pick her mouth up off the ground. The image of these two hotties building their own house made her brain go haywire. College degrees, great at sex and they’d built a freakin’ house. Is there anything they can’t do?
“Damn,” she murmured. “That’s sexy as hell.”
Ryder pressed against her back, running his hands up her goosebumping skin, and Christian came around to stand in front of her. Madison’s word of the day was definitely sandwich.
“What’s sexy as hell is the thought of you, dripping and soapy,” Ryder murmured in her ear, pressing heated kisses to the back of her neck. “We need to warm you up. I did say that lake was cold.” Right then, Madison wasn’t cold.
Ryder bent down and turned the water on, pouring a healthy dose of soap into the tub as it filled up. It was big, but so were the guys, and sharing would be a tight fit—not that she minded all that much right now.
Christian worked the zipper of her dress, his fingers deft. The sundress, which she had spent too much money on to be wearing into a lake, stuck to her skin and the idea of fresh, clean water was right then very appealing—as was the company. Christian pushed the dress down, pausing to kis
s the skin he revealed. Ryder wrapped his hands around her waist and pulled her flush against his body. God, she’d just come like crazy and already these men had her aching and grinding, desperate for more contact.
“Bath’s ready,” Ryder said, his voice husky, and a heady thrill raced through her from knowing she’d been the one to make a man like Ryder—sexy, self-possessed, one hundred percent confident—sound like that.
“We have to get you out of these clothes,” Christian murmured against her ear, none too subtly dragging the length of his cock along her hip. Fuck, but she liked that, liked knowing how much she turned both of them on, liked the thick rush of power. She stepped away from him and shimmied the rest of the way out of the dress, letting it fall to the floor. She hadn’t worn a bra and her panties were long gone, so she stood before them, bared for the first time and feeling hot under their gazes.
“I could get used to a sight like that,” Ryder growled.
I could get used to the sound of your voice when I make you all hot and bothered. “Gentlemen.” Madison sought some control when the whole world seemed to be spiraling out from under her feet. “I’m going to climb into that tub, then I’m going to watch you finish undressing, slowly, before you join me.”
She liked telling them what to do, more so since it was clear that neither man had expected her to take charge like that. Just to make it a little sweeter, she bent over the rim of the tub to test the water, ass high in the air for their perusal, to make a slow, teasing climb into the bath.
“You’re gonna kill me, city girl,” Ryder groaned.
“Yeah, but what a way to go.” Christian’s laugh was tinged with husky want. “Did you have any more demands for us?”
Oh, she had demands, and more than could be met in a single night. For a fleeting second, Madison considered what it’d be like to stay at Triple Diamond, tempted and teased by these men every day, finding new and creative ways to coax pleasures and desires from one another. As quickly as the thought had come, she pushed it away. San Francisco was home. This was a detour—an unexpected and sexy detour.
