Texas Men

by Delilah Devlin

  When his lips closed around the peak, her groan was an inelegant “uhhhnnnn.” Logan squeezed her breast, forcing the tender tissue into a funnel that slid deep between Joe’s widened lips. He gobbled at her breast, suckled, lapped around the areola until she realized her thighs had scissored together, building friction in her core.

  Another mouth latched on to the opposite breast.

  The men didn’t work precisely in tandem. Joe gently laved. Logan lashed. Joe latched on to her nipple and mouthed it, his tongue rubbing the tip. Logan suctioned at the areola, biting the tip, applying just enough pressure to make her gasp and squirm.

  With darkness surrounding her, touch, sound, and scent amplified.

  The moist, decadent sounds the men made had her cringing at first. So much sound bombarded her, the dull, heavy throb of her own pulse, the moist clasp of her pussy as her inner muscles rippled up and down her channel, her breathy moans.

  As wrung out as she’d felt when Joe had started, the realization that she had yet to experience the thrust of his cock inside her pussy ratcheted up her excitement.

  Each touch of skin, lip, tongue, and rasping, calloused fingers sent darts of aching heat straight to her core.

  However, it was the smells permeating the air that were the most obscene, the most erotic.

  The tang of semen and male sweat, the crisp, pungent odor of aroused pussy hovered like a cloud. It embarrassed her, yet she couldn’t mention it, couldn’t resist what they were doing to beg them to let her bathe.

  They controlled her. This time without needing restraints. They ruled her lust.

  The men scooted down the bed, abandoning her breasts, and she shivered as hands and lips trailed her ribs, dipped into the hollow of her tummy, took turns swirling around her belly button until her hips rocked up and down, silently begging for attention.

  But the men left her shivering alone on the mattress. The bedding above her rustled. Then hands she couldn’t assign to either turned her to her stomach while another set pushed a pillow beneath her hips and then another until her ass was raised high.

  Would they spank her again? Surely now they’d fuck her.

  With the flash-fire heat of her first orgasm past, her body demanded a slower pace, a harder, more intense experience.

  Hands swept her bottom, pausing to rub the tender welts and then scooping between her thighs to force them wider.

  Sarah complied automatically, easing apart her knees, and then thought better of it.

  She wasn’t a goddamn doll. She closed her stance, defying the hands pressing against her inner thighs.

  She’d hoped for a laugh or rumbling command, just to let her identify the man kneeling behind her.

  Instead a tongue trailed the crease of her ass.

  “Thought you were leaving that alone,” she said tightly.

  The tongue continued gliding downward, pausing to circle her anus.

  Sarah whimpered and pressed hot cheeks into the cool satin coverlet; then slowly she parted her legs.

  A palm cupped her pussy; two fingers slid inside and then pulled away.

  A fingertip painted her lips, and she smelled her own aroma, licking around her lips to taste.

  Foil ripped. Twice. Latex snapped.

  Blunt thickness pushed against her opening, and Sarah nearly wept with relief. But whose cock was it?

  Both men’s cocks were a generous size. Joe’s tip was round, the shaft thick and the girth uniform.

  Logan’s crown had a lovely flange around it that was pronounced when she’d sucked him off, but her pussy wasn’t as discerning.

  Besides, they’d both donned condoms. Was it because it made them feel more uniform? It couldn’t be because they cared whether they gave her anything nasty. She’d taken them into her mouth. Taken Joe’s bare cock into her ass and never once questioned the lack of protection.

  She was reckless, but she wasn’t stupid. Why hadn’t she noticed? “We forgot something…before,” she mumbled, embarrassed to be mentioning it now.

  “What’d we forget, Sarah?” Logan said in his silky voice.

  “Protection.”

  “You on the pill?”

  “Of course.”

  “Then don’t you worry.”

  The cock easing into her slowed.

  “Shouldn’t we be the ones worrying?” Joe asked, his voice less relaxed. “You’ve got quite a reputation—most of it bad.”

  Sarah groaned, not wanting to admit her past wasn’t quite so blemished. “That was high school. Mostly.”

  All motion halted.

  “Mostly a big act, Sarah?” Joe asked.

  Her cunt squeezed around the long, thick column. “I’m fucking both of you, aren’t I?”

  “It’s okay, you know,” Logan said softly. “We’ve both done our homework. You’re wild, but you’re not easy, not like you want everyone to think. It’s all right to lack a little confidence with us. We aren’t judging skill. We aren’t going to make fun of you if you get a little scared.”

  “I’m not scared.”

  “Should we be worried, kitten?”

  Couldn’t they just leave the subject alone? “No worries,” she blurted, sorry she’d ever mentioned it.

  “We trusted you’d tell us if there were.”

  Movement resumed. The cock burrowing its way into her pussy was plenty thick, slickened with a lubricant, she guessed, something that warmed with friction.

  Hands gripped her ass. The cock thrusting inside her slid in and out in even, measured strokes—the motion so controlled that after a minute or two she bit her lips to halt the screech of frustration tearing at her throat to get out.

  They remained silent. To trick her? To keep her guessing whose dick shafted her? They hadn’t said she had to be quiet. But could she be herself and not earn a punishment if she complained about the lackluster fucking she was getting now?

  “Okay, I’m bored.”

  6

  Smack!

  Sarah jerked at the stinging slap, but managed not to yelp—barely.

  The motion continued uninterrupted. Even strokes. Thick, blunt thrusts that crammed deep but somehow managed to arrest her arousal.

  She wasn’t going to get off this way. Her bottom burned, but the heat from the single blow did add an interesting kink.

  “Look, I let you guys get your kicks. I got both of you off. The least you can do is follow through.”

  Smack!

  “That hurt,” she gritted out. “But if you’d allow a little constructive criticism, you’d do better to slap my cunt like that rather than spank my ass!”

  Smack!

  Tears prickled behind her closed eyelids. “All right, so I know I’m a slow learner, but Jesus, gimme a hint.”

  She cringed, waiting for another slap, but when it didn’t come, she drew in a deep, ragged breath. “So you won’t punish me for talking, but you will when I make demands.”

  The man behind her withdrew his cock and slipped off the bed. The mattress dipped. Thighs snuggled close to hers. A cock, this one not slick with her juices, centered on her opening and drove inside.

  She groaned. “You’re not going to let me come, right? You’re going to fuck me raw, trading off so neither of you blows, and I can’t either. That’s just…mean.”

  The motion resumed, evenly paced but at a slightly different angle. Due to anatomy? She’d thought they both possessed straight cocks and were of a similar height. No downward or upward curves or sideways kinks.

  She would have noticed differentiations like that, right?

  This one’s angle of entry ground against the nerves deep in her vagina, stroking her special spot with just enough pressure that desire coiled deep inside her womb.

  Sarah fought hard to hide her excitement. If they guessed, would they change up again, just to keep her on an agonizing verge?

  God, she had to keep talking, but she couldn’t think. She bucked hard and screeched, “If I’d wanted to fuck a metronome I’d have
hit on my old piano teacher!”

  Smack!

  Gawd, that felt divine. Honey oozed from deep inside her, coating the cock thrusting steadily. Could he tell through the latex? Sarah came up on her elbows and arched her back, letting her mystery man’s thrusts force her forward and back and raking her nipples on satin until they were hardened pebbles, so sensitized by friction she thought she might come from cool, smooth abrasion.

  A hand slipped beneath her. Fingers tweaked a nipple. Then a shove between her shoulder blades pressed her hard into the mattress, denying her that pleasure.

  A sob caught her unprepared. Then another jerked her torso. The tears that had prickled now leaked, soaking into the silk covering her eyes.

  The motion stopped. Slick snaps sounded.

  Her body bobbed on the mattress as movement around her unbalanced her for a moment. Then her shoulders were being lifted, and something warm nudged her chin, slid along her cheek.

  Musky male scent filled her nostrils, and she stroked out her tongue and licked the bare, satiny shaft centering on her mouth.

  Sarah sank, groaning, swallowing as the cock slid along her tongue and bumped the back of her throat. She sucked it, murmuring a protest when hands cupped her face and brought her up and then slowly down.

  “Be careful not to bite,” came a voice too strained to identify.

  Sarah nodded around the cock and continued to rise and fall.

  Weight redistributed on the mattress; hands closed on her hips. A cock nudged against her entrance and then thrust sharply inside.

  She gasped, her pussy tightening, her mouth clamping hard around the cock, lips shielding her teeth.

  Sharp thrusts tunneled deep, quickening, strengthening.

  Sarah hung on the hands gripping her shoulders, accepting the shallow upward thrusts into her throat, trying to quell the palsied shudders of her own body as she was fucked deliciously, thoroughly.

  She wanted to come, hovered on the very edge, but fought the urge to surrender, waiting—waiting as the man behind her pounded her pussy.

  Liquid spilled from her depths, adding satisfyingly wet noises to enflame her senses as his belly and balls slammed into her buttocks and cunt.

  Pleasure washed her skin in waves of heat. Sweat broke out on her back, breasts, and face. Her jaws and lips cramped, straining to remain open, but she didn’t dare balk, not by action or groan.

  She was close. So goddamn close.

  Hands slipped around her belly and burrowed between her legs. A finger touched her clit.

  A mewling, strangling cry erupted from her throat, muffled by the plunging cock. But they heard.

  “Now, Sarah. Come now.”

  She shattered into a million pieces as salty cum bathed her throat in sweet heat, and the man behind her exploded in a flurry of short, harsh thrusts that banged her forward and back until she had to come off the cock in her mouth or risk suffocating. She screamed and fell limply, her cheek sliding along a moist shaft, cuddling it, kissing it.

  Lips glided along her shoulder, pressing through her hair against her neck. Hands soothed her head, caressed her breasts, her waist, encircling her and holding her close as a body shuddered and shook with the last scalding emissions jetting against her womb.

  The mask was tugged away, and she turned her face, looking up the length of the cock she’d worked to find Logan, his skin ruddy with exertion, his expression soft and pleased.

  Sarah stroked out her tongue and licked him. As close to a kiss of gratitude as she could manage.

  Behind her, hard abs flexed, arms drew her closer, and Joe brought her upright, still impaled on his cock—this time pinned by her pussy. “Logan, get out of here.”

  Logan winked and crawled off the bed, padding away to the bathroom where the water ran.

  Sarah’s chest heaved as she dragged in deep breaths. Joe’s hands skimmed her belly, her breasts, and down again, sinking between her legs to swirl on her clit, which was still engorged, still exposed. Her breath hitched.

  “Too much?”

  “Just sensitive.”

  His hands glided up to cuddle her breasts.

  “What’s next?” she asked.

  “How do you feel?”

  Sarah wished she could summon a bit of defiance, just for pride’s sake, but she sniffed. “I feel shattered.”

  Warm lips glided along her cheek, and she turned her head to meet his kiss. His tongue skimmed her lower lip and then stroked gently inside. A palm cupped her cheek in a touch so tender and tentative she nearly wept.

  Which made her jerk away. She trained her gaze on the headboard in front of her and blinked against the moisture.

  “I’ll take you home.”

  She nodded, not trusting her voice.

  Joe lifted her slowly until his cock fell from between her folds. With the connection between their bodies broken, she could finally get her emotions in control. She climbed off the bed and stood beside it, waiting as he left in search of their clothing.

  But how could she dress, sticky as she was?

  She went to the doorway of the bathroom and knocked softly.

  “It’s unlocked,” Logan called out.

  “I’m just going to use your sink,” she said, twisting the doorknob.

  Inside steam filled the room. She rubbed the glass over the sink with her hand and grimaced at her appearance. Her hair was a messy riot of lank curls. Her lips and cheeks were raw and reddened.

  She bent and ran cold water, rinsing her skin to cool the burn.

  “You two heading out?” Logan asked from beyond the curtain.

  “He’s taking me home.”

  “Want some advice?” he asked more softly.

  “From my friend or his?”

  “Do I have to choose? I think I’ve earned bragging rights as a friend to both of you,” Logan drawled.

  Sarah wet a washcloth and eyed the curtain before bringing it between her legs to scrub. “Go ahead.”

  “Wait for his call.”

  Sarah closed her eyes. “Wait for his call? That’s it? You really think I’m the kind of girl who waits around on any man’s call?”

  “You’re not. That’s why it’s important that you do. Think about it, okay?”

  “Sure.”

  “Sarah?”

  She grimaced, recognizing the teasing note in his voice. “I’m still here.”

  “I wasn’t lying when I said plum becomes you. So does leather and a pink ass. Joe’s a lucky man.”

  She slung her washcloth over the top of the curtain and trounced out of the bathroom followed by Logan’s laughter.

  Back in the bedroom, Joe waited, his features drawn in taut relief. “Kissing Logan good-bye?”

  “I forgot about that. Better go back.” Joe grabbed her hand and pulled her toward the door. “My clothes. Can I at least dress before we go outside?”

  “Do it in the truck.”

  The drive to her place was made in stony silence. She’d dressed, combed her hair with her fingers, added a swipe of lipstick to her sore mouth, and then contemplated the stick shift while Joe drove.

  “Nothing happened in the bathroom, if that’s what you’re mad about. I just wanted to wash up. I felt sticky.”

  Joe exhaled loudly. “There aren’t going to be any repeats of tonight. Logan’s never going to have you again.”

  She stayed silent, not knowing how exactly to respond. “Fine,” she finally managed with a shrug, only mildly disappointed. Logan was a handsome man with mad sexual prowess, but her interests had landed squarely on Joe. When he didn’t clarify whether there would be any repeats between just the two of them, she grew anxious, which made her angry that she really cared whether the arrogant bastard wanted her or not. “So if I can’t have Logan again, what about you?”

  “You’re mine.”

  “I’m yours, and I’m supposed to accept your pronouncement just because you’ve decided? What makes you think I’ll agree?” She folded her arms across her chest
and scowled. “The fact you made me come? Hate to break it to you, but I’ve had orgasms before.”

  “I didn’t doubt that for a second. And maybe someday I’ll be ready to hear all about your sexual exploits, but right now I’m trying to forget the sight of you swallowing Logan’s cock like you couldn’t get enough of him.”

  “You’re mad because I enjoyed what you arranged?” she asked, anger heating slowly like kindling catching that first spark of fire.

  “It’s not your fault. It’s mine. I know that. Just give me a little time.”

  “I’ll give you lots of time. The rest of your life, in fact. Because I won’t ever talk to you again. Stop the truck!”

  “Sarah…” he said, his voice rising in warning.

  “No! You’re unbelievably arrogant. You think you can tell me who I can be with, yet you’re not sharing what wonders I’m going to receive in exchange. I’m just supposed to say, ‘Yes, sir,’ and keep my mouth closed while you get over being mad because you made me fuck your best friend. Man, have you got the wrong girl.”

  The truck jerked to the right, wheels spinning in gravel, as he ground to a halt on the side of the highway.

  Sarah saw the taut fury in his features, and her heart skipped a beat. She grabbed the door handle, popped it open, slid to the ground, and ran.

  Only, her sexy, high-heeled sandals sank in the gravel with each step. He was on her in a minute. An arm latched around her waist, and he carried her over one hip like a bag of potatoes back to his truck. He slung her into the open door and, before she could sit up, yanked her spandex skirt down her thighs and off her feet.

  The skirt flew over his shoulder into the ditch, and he stepped up on the running board, capturing the hands slapping at his shoulders and head in one fist. The other hand loosened his jeans and drew out his cock. His thickness butted once against her opening and then slammed hard and deep.

  Sarah came up on her elbows to scream at him, but her breath caught at his expression. The fierce, feral fury stamped on his taut features warred with the regret glittering in his eyes.

  Tears blinded her, and she relented, tilting back her head as he began to power into her. His strong thrusts shook her body, causing her breasts to shimmy.