Texas Men

by Delilah Devlin

  Joe cocked one eyebrow. “What does it matter if it actually works—it’s pretty.” After all, the point wasn’t at the end of the lure’s hook.

  His buddy stretched his arms above his head and feigned a yawn. Then he shoved away from the table and strode to the peg-board mounted on one wall. He plucked a red leather flogger from its mounting hooks and flicked the tail at the air, seeming satisfied with the crack it made.

  Joe glanced at Sarah from the corner of his eye, noted her widening eyes, and grinned.

  Her head ducked down to hide her expression.

  He angled his chair to watch and then took a swig of his beer as Logan walked around Sarah, touching her shoulder, shifting her hair from one side to the other, tickling her back with the ends of the strands. Then he trailed the suede flanges of the flogger down her spine and over her buttocks.

  The muscles of Sarah’s arms flexed, and she tugged at her restraints. Her thighs tensed. Her breaths deepened.

  “I’ll be angry if you let me hurt you, Sarah,” Logan said, his voice deepening from its usual drawl. “Don’t be ashamed to tell me what you feel.”

  Logan glanced to the curtains covering a large picture window and lifted his chin to Joe.

  Joe bit back a grin. He’d heard all about Logan’s little Peeping Tomasina and walked to the window to open the curtains wide, making sure the house at the end of the little cul-de-sac had a good view into the playroom.

  Logan was helping him out tonight. He didn’t mind sharing Sarah’s training with the woman who’d caught his buddy’s attention. The house sitting on the neighboring property was completely dark, but Joe didn’t doubt they’d be watched.

  A glance over his shoulder at Sarah’s shocked face said she wasn’t nearly as open to the idea.

  “Afraid someone’s gonna call the cops?” he asked.

  “Anyone could see us.”

  “It’s just Amy Keating. She’s probably already asleep.”

  “The schoolteacher? You trying to shock her into a heart attack?”

  “Shock her into something,” Logan muttered and then lifted the flogger and flicked it at one of Sarah’s pale cheeks.

  Sarah’s breath hissed between clenched teeth. “That hurt.”

  “Glad you shared that,” Logan said, raising it again to flick the opposite cheek.

  “Thought you didn’t want to hurt me.”

  “I’m not. You’re ready to argue with me. Means you’re not nearly there.” Logan flicked the backs of her thighs, her buttocks, leaving red blotches all over her bottom.

  Sarah’s lips were held in a thin, mutinous line; her gaze aimed daggers at Joe. If not for the heady scent of arousal wafting through the room, he might have worried they’d taken this too far.

  Logan stood directly behind her and draped the flanges along the crease of her buttocks; then he rubbed the suede into the moisture seeping between her legs.

  When he lifted the handle again, the flicks had a sharper sound due to the moisture soaking the leather strands.

  When her bottom was completely red, Logan walked back to the table and opened his own plastic box. From inside he drew another pouch, which he tossed to Joe.

  “Put this on her. Low buzz.”

  Joe came around behind Sarah, admiring her warmed flesh and the thickening of the labia framing her honey-slick entrance. He poured the contents of the pouch into his hand, grinning when he saw the pretty pink butterfly vibrator with matching straps.

  He fit the gelled plastic to her entrance and slipped the straps around her thighs, hooking them in place to hold the vibrator snug against her clit.

  The remote he palmed and walked back to the table, sitting with a wince. Chair still angled toward Sarah, he waited until her glance met his.

  Uncertainty shone in her widened eyes, and he nearly relented. But her lips firmed slowly into a pinched, rebellious line.

  He hit the first speed of the remote.

  The hum seemed loud inside the quiet room. Sarah’s eyes closed, her lips parted. He kept the speed low, just enough to add more tension to her body until she realized he didn’t plan to let her come.

  Her eyes opened, locked with his gaze, and narrowed to angry slits.

  Joe reached over the top of Logan’s box and pulled out a small tapered butt plug and a tube of gel.

  “Sure she’s ready for that?” Logan said softly.

  “Of course not, but I am.”

  4

  “Oh, hell, no,” Sarah groaned, eyeing the butt plug he carried toward her. She’d had one stuck up her before by an adventurous boyfriend but hadn’t enjoyed the experience very much. Shoving it up his ass had proven the greater thrill. “Did you hear me, Joe? I don’t want that.”

  His steady stride never slowed as he walked behind her. “Ever had anal sex before?” he asked as calmly as if he’d asked a stranger whether they took cream in their coffee.

  “Not really. Just one of those. It was enough to make me swear off.”

  The butterfly vibrating against her pussy revved up, and Sarah gasped. Fingers coated in gel smoothed down her crack, pausing to circle her sensitive hole. “That’s not too bad,” she offered as a token of consent. “Maybe you could just keep doing that?”

  “Sarah, you have to learn to trust me. In all things. Whatever I do to your body will be pleasurable. Let me decide your limits.”

  “You shoving that thing in me will not get me off.”

  “It isn’t intended to. In fact, it will be uncomfortable at first; it might burn as it stretches you. But it’s necessary for what’s coming inside you next. I’m not small, Sarah.”

  Her whole body vibrated.

  Slippery fingers spread her cheeks; the cool, greasy tip of the plug pressed against her opening.

  Sarah sucked in a breath, ready to let fly another round of curses, but she couldn’t take a deep enough breath as the plug slid deeper.

  At first it wasn’t so bad. The slender part of it eased right in. The fullness was uncomfortable but bearable, however, the plug gradually broadened, and her thighs and buttocks tensed as her body tried to eject the plug.

  “Take a deep breath,” Logan said from his seat at the table.

  “Easy for you to say,” she gasped.

  At the widest point, she mewled like the kitten they both called her just to annoy her.

  “Easy, almost there.”

  When the plug narrowed again, she sobbed, sagging against the bench. Joe wiped his fingers on her ass and came around her. “Not so bad, was that?”

  She raised her head and glared.

  His low chuckle and the smirk that tipped one corner of his mouth set the fuse. She jerked against her restraints, bucking to free herself, but the leather restraints held.

  “No use fighting. You’ll injure yourself, baby.”

  “I’m not your baby.”

  “Not yet, but you’ll be my playmate for the rest of tonight anyway. You agreed. You stepped across that threshold.”

  “I’ve changed my mind. I want it out now. And I’m gonna shove that goddamn plug up your ass, bastard.”

  “You’re just a little scared, aren’t you, kitten?” Logan said.

  Sarah lifted her head and then held it erect as she watched Logan strip off his tee. His chest was massive, muscled slabs arranged in layers like sedimentary stone. Dark hair, thick and slightly wavy, furred his tanned chest nipple to nipple and then arrowed downward to disappear into his jeans.

  “You want to see the rest?” he said, a grin sliding up one corner of his mouth.

  “Make yourself comfortable,” she choked out.

  He opened his belt buckle and thumbed open the buttons down the placket of his jeans, exposing more tanned flesh. He shoved down his jeans, toed off his boots, and stepped out of his clothing.

  His cock wasn’t hard in the least. Wasn’t he inspired with what he’d seen, what he’d done to her? Didn’t he find her the least bit attractive?

  He must have read the disappointm
ent in her face because he chuckled. “I’m not a little boy. I have better control than that. I thought you might like the honor of getting him ready.”

  “Honor? Think highly of yourself?”

  “I know I’m good,” he said, sauntering toward her. “I know Joe and I are going to blow your mind tonight. But we have plenty of time to get to know each other. For now, I’d be satisfied to see that pretty pink mouth of yours busy doing something other than complaining.”

  He stepped closer, his cock inches from her nose.

  Her eyes narrowed, wondering what he’d do if she took a great big bite.

  “No teeth,” he said, tapping her cheek with his finger. Then he pinched her chin and pulled it down to open her mouth. “Lips and tongue only.”

  Sarah couldn’t help it. The hum strumming her pussy had her so wet her juices leaked down her thighs. Her ass was beginning to burn with a heat that wasn’t all that unpleasant as her sphincter tightened and eased around the plug in tiny caresses. She stuck out her tongue and licked the tip of him.

  “That’s it. Open up and suck him right inside. He’s soft enough you can cram all of him in there.”

  She opened wider, doing as he urged, sucking his soft cock into her mouth, warming his flesh with her moist heat. Without a conscious thought for what she ought to do, she began to suction, pulling at his dick, her head moving forward and back to encourage the blood to rush to his extremity and fill it.

  Slowly he unfurled. Softness ripening, filling, hardening beneath her swirling tongue and suctioning mouth, until she couldn’t breathe so much thick cock was stuffed inside. She drew back, pulling at him, rolling him out and then bobbing forward because she wanted more, wanted the fullness against the back of her throat.

  Before she knew it she was groaning around him, salivating so well the long shaft glistened. The sounds she made, animalistic and wet, filled the room.

  His hand cupped the back of her head. Fingers combed through her hair. He crooned, soft murmurs that grew more strained as she raked his length with her teeth—a tiny rebellion he allowed.

  Suddenly he pulled back, his cock slipping from her lips, and she moaned.

  “That was good. But I think Joe’s a little jealous. Want to show him what he missed?”

  “Give me yours again. He can jack himself off.”

  “I’m done for now, kitten. Want more cock to suck? Won’t that make you happy? Your pussy must be sucking at that vibrator right about now. That plug has to be making you ache. Don’t you want something else stuffing you?”

  She liked the dirty talk, wanted it raw. From him.

  She cast Joe a glance, shocked to see him naked, too, because she hadn’t noted when he’d undressed.

  His body was lean—thick, ropey muscles flexing along his arms, crunching across his stomach. His cock wasn’t soft, wasn’t waiting for her to unfurl it with her mouth.

  His broad palm stroked up and down the bronze shaft. The tip was full, round, and her tongue rimmed her lips. She couldn’t help it. She wanted that cock cramming somewhere—her pussy being her first preference—but maybe she could break them, make them crazy to fuck her if she did this right.

  “Please,” she said softly.

  Joe’s jaw sawed tight. His eyes narrowed. But he dragged his feet forward, pointing his cock at her mouth.

  Logan strode back to the table, but she couldn’t follow his movements for more than a second because Joe was pushing that fat crown between her lips, and she had to swallow.

  Her lips surrounded him, sucking on the soft, spongy head. Her tongue lovingly delved into his narrow slit and fluttered against the edges until she heard his breath release in a rasping moan.

  “Take it down, baby. Open wide.” His hands cupped her ears, and he centered himself in front of her and pulsed inward, stabbing past her tongue, bumping the back of her throat. “Swallow. Give me a kiss with that deep throat of yours.”

  She obeyed, quelling the urge to gag, and swallowed around him, loving the way the muscles in her throat caressed and squeezed around him.

  Then he was pulling back, and she couldn’t have that. She sucked hard, trying to follow him, but he laughed and plunged back inside.

  The wet choking sounds she made earned her praise. His hands gripped her hair hard, pulling, but she didn’t care; he couldn’t be gentle, and that was what she wanted, him letting go, him stroking deep, his thighs thickening, trembling with the effort to control the strength and depth of his strokes.

  A stinging flick touched her buttocks, and her teeth bit into her lips, closing hard around Joe’s cock.

  “Logan! Fuck!” Joe said and drew his cock slowly from her mouth.

  Sarah twisted her jaw side to side to ease the ache and then lifted her head.

  Joe’s gaze was thoughtful, his grin a little rueful as he fisted himself and slowly stroked his fist toward his groin.

  She couldn’t help smiling as he soothed himself.

  The straps holding the butterfly in place loosened, and the device fell away. Fingers slipped inside her, and she tightened her inner muscles around them, gripping them as hard as she could.

  “I know. You’ve been very good,” Logan purred. “Joe, do you mind?”

  Joe’s face tightened, but he nodded sharply, and the kneeler creaked as Logan lowered himself behind her and snuggled his thighs up behind hers. His cock prodded her opening, and she sucked air between her teeth.

  A tap to her cheek, and she opened her eyes to meet Joe’s gaze. “Don’t come until I say so, or you’ll only get this once.”

  Once would be enough. She licked her lips and looked at the fierce erection he still stroked within his fist.

  God, she wanted Logan’s and then Joe’s cocks. As many times as they’d give it to her. She held that thought as Logan chuckled behind her and then thrust sharply inside her body.

  Her back bowed, and her arms pulled hard against the restraints, but again they wouldn’t give. She took his firm strokes, wishing she could sink to the floor and let him rock her world as she ground her nipples in the carpet.

  Which brought her back to the tweezers still clasping hers tightly. Joe tugged the chain between them; then he reached to one set of tweezers and increased the pinch and then did the same to the other. Painful throbbing in her breasts and ass was almost enough to slow the rise of her orgasm that cramped her belly it was so strong.

  “Joe, please,” she begged. “I can’t…it’s too much…please, please.”

  He bent, and his mouth covered hers. She nearly wept at having her mouth filled with his tongue while both her ass and pussy burned.

  Logan’s thrusts quickened; his hands gripped her stinging buttocks. Then he pulled all the way out, leaving her on the edge.

  Joe’s mouth lapped hers, his tongue sweetly stroking hers and withdrawing. When he leaned back, she felt abandoned. “No,” she said and tried to follow.

  He knelt beside her, undid the buckles at one wrist and then the other and then unsnapped the hooks that held her thighs open.

  He helped her up, and she slumped against his body.

  “Get the doors,” he said to Logan and then bent and swept her into his arms.

  They trailed Logan through the house, down a darkened corridor, and into a bedroom. Low-wattage lamps flanked the king-size bed. A soft, satiny comforter in deep brown met her back as Joe lowered her to the mattress.

  Joe followed her down, wrapping his arms around her as he lay beside her. The bed dipped behind her, but she didn’t care what Logan was doing because Joe was kissing her again, and she was starved for the taste of him.

  Her thigh was lifted and draped over Joe’s hip.

  A hand slid over her ass and tugged at the plug, still lodged firmly inside her. She moaned into Joe’s mouth as it was removed.

  Something warm and wet smoothed over her. A light floral scent accompanying efficient wipes as she was cleaned. Then another cloth stroked deeper between her legs, scrubbing between her legs to c
leanse her labia, and she knew what was coming next and moaned again.

  Joe broke the kiss. His forehead touched hers. “I want you to straddle Logan’s face.”

  Sarah sucked his bottom lip between hers, bit him gently, and let go. “No. Fuck me, just like this,” she said, rutting her belly against his hard cock.

  “I want your pussy on his lips,” he said slowly. “I want you to suck his cock until he comes.”

  “And Eskimos want an excuse to use Coppertone. I want this,” she said, sliding her hand between them and down his belly to his dick, which she clasped inside her fist. At his unyielding stare, she frowned. “What about you?”

  Joe’s smile stretched slowly, wickedly across his lips. “I think you know.”

  “But you’re huge!” she said, measuring him with her fingers.

  “Not huge. But it will be tight, so you have to hold steady above Logan.”

  She pushed against his chest, but he held her easily against him. His fingers bit into her waist.

  Her fingers curled, digging into his chest. “I ache, Joe. No more goddamn games. I can’t do this. Just please fuck me…one at a time, if you like.”

  “Sweetheart, we’ll get to that…eventually. You don’t think we’ll be done with you after this, do you?” His cheek rubbed hers. “We have time. With two of us pleasuring your sweet body, we have plenty of stamina to give you what you need.”

  “Jesus,” she whispered, rubbing her face against him and then sighing as he blew into her ear.

  “You’ll be praying to the whole trinity before we’re through,” he whispered. “So hold that thought. Or do you want us to take the choice of compliance away from you? Do you need the leather and the buckles?”

  She shook her head. “I want to move.”

  “Thought so. Do it now, Sarah. Give Logan your cunt.”

  Sarah pressed her forehead against his shoulder, and his arms squeezed her to give her a reassuring hug. She could do this without shattering like glass. Sure, she could.

  She raised to her knees, waiting while Logan rearranged himself, his head toward the foot of the bed, his legs splayed.

  When she checked his expression, his eyes seemed slumberous, his features relaxed. If his cock wasn’t perpendicular to his body she would have thought he wasn’t that into her.