Spurred Bearback (BBW Shifter Cowboy Western Romance) (Bear Ranchers Book 4)

by Becca Fanning

  Michael grabbed the back of her head and brought his mouth down to hers. They kissed, Michael's hands going to her breasts. They were incredibly sensitive after the day of abuse they’d taken at the hands of these two studs, but Nesha didn’t object. She relished in the little aches and pains she’d earned at the hands of these voracious men. Michael's fingers tweaked her battered sore nipples, causing tremors down Nesha's back.

  Her hand went under the water, brushing past his stiff cock and grabbed his smooth shaven sac. She jumbled and softly squeezed his full balls, knowing they must be bursting with cum. She broke off their kiss and licked her way down to his chest. She took a nipple in her mouth. Time for payback. Her tongue bombarded his sensitive red nub, her teeth grazing it and tugging at it. Her hand under the water went to his cock, so broad she couldn’t wrap her hand completely around it. She ran her fingers up to the top and pulled the foreskin down, rolling the head around in her fingers.

  Christopher's hand on her ass delved deeper. His finger played with her asshole, softly circling it. Without warning, he pushed into her, passing her sphincter. Just dipping to the first knuckle, he was careful not to push too far too fast.

  Nesha stiffened momentarily, but then she adjusted to the new sensation and rocked her hips to his gentle fingering. She felt something brush against her leg and knew his cock was coming back to life. She hoped he would be able to perform shortly. With a final hickey-planting suck, she released Michael's nipple and motioned him to sit up on the edge of the tub. I wonder if he tastes different than Christopher.

  Christopher's finger slipped out of her ass and he leaned back, watching appreciatively as Nesha knelt in front of Michael. The head of Christopher's cock came up out of the water line, his hand working his shaft.

  Michael looked down at Nesha as she pulled the foreskin back from the head of his cock and took him into her mouth. His wide girth meant deepthroating him was out of the question, but that didn’t slow her tongue as it slid around the underside of his cock. He groaned and locked eyes with her, the intensity building as he watched her struggle to fit more of him in her mouth.

  Her hand rested against his smooth abs, his spasms and tightening telling her when she did something particularly right. Soon a steady flow of pre-cum was dribbling out of his cock, salty and musky. She thought his cum tasted the same as Christopher's. She slid her tongue against the tip of his cock, teasing more to dribble out his urethra. She gently raked her teeth along the head of his cock, smiling up at him.

  “Keep that up and I’m going to fill that pretty little mouth of yours,” Michael grunted.

  “I’m not letting you off that easy,” she said. She looked over to Christopher, then down at his engorged rod. “Come over here and do something useful with that.”

  Christopher eased over behind her, his hands probing underneath the water. They groped her ass, pulling it apart as his shaft settled up against her pussy. He eased into her, taking his time. She felt his long cock against each ridge in her tunnel, stretching her out. He bent over, laying on top of her. His hand went down to her front and her rubbed her clit while pumping his hips back and forth.

  Michael grabbed Nesha by the hair, who gave out a little giggle before being muffled by his rigid manhood. His hand guided the back of her head up and down, fucking her mouth with abandon while his friend fucked her from behind. It only took seconds for all three to settle into the same rhythm.

  Nesha moaned in ecstasy as the two men spit roasted her. She felt like a cog in a lust fueled machine, two pistons alternating in and out her two ends. She could feel Michael begin to tense up, but she knew she didn’t want him to cum yet. I don’t know if he can recover as fast as Christopher, and I don’t want to risk it. She pulled her mouth off his cock, and his breathing slowed as the cool air tempered his impending orgasm. Her hand went behind her to stop Christopher's pumping.

  “Let’s switch things around,” she cooed through half lidded eyes. She urged Michael to lie down along the wide tile edge of the hot tub. She climbed on top of him and guided his thick member to her opening. She breathed in slowly, relaxing her pussy to let in his wide cock. The tip slipped in and she slowly slid down the rest of his shaft.

  Christopher stood next to them and brought his cock to Nesha's mouth.

  She tasted herself on him, and bobbed her head up and down. At the same time her bottom came to rest on Michael's thighs and she sat there, savoring the feeling of him filling her up. After a moment she began to ride him, slowly bouncing up and down while continuing to work Christopher in her mouth.

  Christopher's hand fondled her ass while she serviced him, kneading her ample backside and dipping a finger into her asshole. He didn’t hold back, and sank his whole finger into her. As she adjusted and got used to the presence back there, he slid a second finger into her and began pumping in and out.

  She pulled her mouth off his cock and started breathing heavily. Every time Christopher timed his plunge with her landing on Michael's cock, a grunt escaped her. This is so close to being perfect, but we just have one more thing to do. She grabbed Christopher's cock and guided him on top of her. She laid down forward against Michael, her mouth going to his neck. She could feel his balls tightened up around the base of his shaft, and knew his orgasm wasn’t far off.

  She felt Christopher above her, his hot solid body barely pressing down on her. His hand went to his mouth, then to his cock, leaving it glistening with natural lubricant. His rock hard nipples stabbed into her shoulders, and the head of his cock worked between her ample ass cheeks, seeking her backdoor. He made tiny circles with his cock head to work its way inside her. After a few seconds, Nesha opened up and he slid slowly into her. He began pumping into her, but not too deep.

  Biting down on Michael's neck, she lifted her ass off him slightly. Wow! This was the most intense thing Nesha had ever felt, these two young men sandwiching her, sharing her body for their release. Just the idea was bringing her to the brink of another orgasm. Her hand went below Michael's cock and fondled his balls. She rocked back and forth, both men entering and leaving her in the same stroke. Her clit rubbed against the hairless base of his cock. She grunted and bucked like a wild animal, slamming into these young studs as her orgasm crashed over her.

  The tremors that went through her body triggered both men, and she felt hot seed flood into her from above and below. Christopher's spurting was done quickly, but Michael's girth spasmed over and over, filling her with his cum. His balls empty, they relaxed away from his body and sagged back down.

  Christopher pulled out of her and went back into the hot tub, leaning back and closing his eyes. The long scar down his shoulder was a pale white against the red of his hot skin.

  Nesha laid on Michael, feeling the rise and fall of his chest, his heart thumping and hers answering in kind. She felt him soften inside her and slip out, his sticky length tickling her pussy lips. She picked herself up and slid into the hot tub, pulling Michael in after her. All three were stretched out in the hot tub, floating in the afterglow of what they’d just experienced.

  “So…,” Nesha said, breaking the silence, “Are you going to tell me what’s going on? Why I’m your honored guest?”

  “He didn’t tell you yet?!” Michael asked, astonished.

  “I think the mystery added some excitement to the mix.” Christopher said. That got him a stern look from Nesha, and he raised his hands in defense. “Ok, Ok…I’ll come clean.”

  “Finally,” she said.

  “You saved our lives,” Christopher said, matter-of-factly.

  “What?” Nesha looked to Michael, who nodded.

  “It was about seventeen years ago, and my parents were driving me and my best friend Michael home from field hockey. Right as we came to the overpass on the freeway…” Christopher said, but Nesha stopped listening as the memories came back to her.

  It all came back to Nesha now. That horrible crash. She had been on her way home from her nursing residency and stopped
right after the accident. The parents stumbled out of the car and fell unconscious. The two boys in the back, trapped when a fire started under the car. Nesha smashed the windows with a piece of concrete and pulled both boys to safety before the car went up in flames. Ambulances came soon after and the whole family was rushed to the hospital. But those boys couldn’t have been more than…ten or eleven.

  “…And then there was a lot of physical therapy, but we all made it through ok. Inspired by that, we decided to open a spa to help others. And who better to invite for the grand opening and VIP treatment?” Christopher smiled at Nesha. “We got your name from the police reports back then, and you weren’t hard to track down.”

  Wide-eyed, she looked back and forth between them.

  “So yeah…that’s the big secret. Is there anything you want to know?” asked Michael.

  “Yes,” Nesha said. “Do you validate parking here or at the front desk?”

  They all laughed at this, smiling and shaking their heads.

  FIN

  Chocolate Vanilla Swirl

  by

  Becca Fanning

  “Is this Iyesha Barnes?” a strange voice came through the phone. Barely conscious, Iyesha’s eyes tried to focus on the caller ID on her cellphone but it was all a blur. The light barely coming through the blinds told her it was still early. Much earlier than the 10am she normally rolled out of bed.

  “Yerth…” Iyesha mumbled. Her tried licking her lips but her mouth was a desert. She tried to sit up but any attempt to raise her head above her pillow caused crushing pain behind her eyelids. Oh yeah…margarita bowls. Those sounded like such a great idea last night. Now…not so much.

  “Excuse me, I’m looking for Iyesha Barnes…do I have the right number?” the voice now said. Pure exasperation came out of Iyesha’s phone. Whomever this person was, they’d already had a very long day.

  Iyesha swallowed, painfully. “Yes, this is Iyesha.” Her spare hand fumbled blindly by the side of the bed, hoping some kind of hydration was in arms reach. “Uhh…how can I…help you?” Satisfied with her professional businesslike response, her hand found a bottle and she brought it up to her face. Raspberry Vodka? Why would I buy this instead of clean crisp water?

  “Ms. Barnes, my name is Maxwell. We got your name from Aaronshire Assistants. We have an immediate need for someone with your qualifications. I have three questions that I have to ask, however.”

  “Ok, go ahead,” Iyesha said while trying to remember who the hell Aaron-whatever Assistants were. Ahh! That agency I gave a resume to when Dad threatened to cut off my rent money. That day began with an unexpected visit from Dad, which lead to a mad dash to clean up incriminating evidence around the apartment. Then she shoved the cute skater boy under her bed, where he had to keep quiet for two hours until her Dad left.

  “First, do you have any warrants for your arrest or reasons that would prevent you from air travel today?”

  “Uhhh…” Iyesha’s mouth hung open. This has to be a dream. What is even happening? “No, none that I know of.”

  “Is your answer no, or is your answer none that you know of?” Maxwell asked with a sigh.

  “My answer is no,” Iyesha said, sitting up in bed. Headache be damned, she needed to pay attention.

  “Second, do you have a valid passport?”

  “Yes.” Iyesha knew that well enough: she’d just gotten it renewed in expectation of a trip to Finland in summer. If she could afford it. Of course, there was the issue of where it was at the moment, but she would cross that river when she came to it.

  “Third, would you be willing to sign and abide by a non-disclosure agreement that prevented you from revealing any details about the activities or persons you might witness during your employment with us?” A heavy silence hung over the room as Maxwell finished his question.

  “Yes,” Iyesha said, her stomach fluttering. And that’s not the hangover. There was something…exciting and forbidden about this, she could tell.

  “Excellent, Ms. Barnes. We’ll be needing your services as a private attendant and assistant for the next four days. You’ll need to report to the Dallas Executive Airport in four hours. From there you’ll be flying to Tahiti, spend a weekend in a tropical paradise, then arrive back in Dallas Sunday night.”

  “Wow, a trip to Tahiti! Wait…wait,” she said, getting her bearings. “Who is this? Is this some kind of timeshare scam shit? Listen, asshole, have you ever heard of the Do Not Call List? I’m pretty sure I’m on it!” She knew she wasn’t. They wanted you to fill out a whole form for that. Who has that kind of time?

  “Ms. Barnes, this isn’t a timeshare opportunity. I’m the manager for an individual who will have to remain nameless until you’ve signed the NDA. And while this won’t be a vacation, it will be a very enjoyable and memorable experience. Your day rate will be fifteen hundred dollars, plus incidentals.”

  Fifteen hundred dollars a day! Holy shit! Alarms started going off in her head. Who would pay her this much? She had some experience interning for muckity-mucks at her dad’s firm, and she had completed both massage training and bartender certification. But no one in those fields earned this much.

  “Hello? Are you still there?”

  “Yes! I’m just a little shocked, that’s all,” Iyesha responded bluntly.

  “Look, Iyesha…can I call you Iyesha?”

  “Call me Iyesha. Everyone does.”

  “Ok Iyesha,” Maxwell continued, “I know this sounds unconventional, but I promise that it will all be made clear once you sign the paperwork at the airport. I just can’t divulge anything else until then. Can we count on you?”

  “Yes. Four hours you said? That’s plenty of time to get to DFW,” Iyesha said, swinging her feet out of bed. Easy-peasy…even in rush hour, which it would be soon.

  A chuckle came through the phone. “Not DFW airport Iyesha. Dallas Executive Airport. Different place. When you get there just tell security who you are and they’ll direct you to the right hangar.”

  “Of course, Dallas EXECUTIVE Airport,” Iyesha emphasized, trying to hide her embarrassment. “I know where that is.” She didn’t.

  “Ok, then we’ll see you in less than four hours.” A click told her that Maxwell had hung up the phone.

  Shit shit shit! She prayed she still had enough time to get to the airport, wherever it was. She planted both feet on the floor and stood up. The room spun around her and she crashed into her dresser, her favorite bong bouncing off it and landing, mercifully, on a pile of dirty laundry.

  Iyesha held onto the dresser with an iron grip. She heard a cough behind her and looked back in alarm. A bunch of covers on the other side of her bed animated and a hairy arm came into view. Who the hell is this?

  “Umm…hey! Hey there! Wake up!” she yelled at the man, who began snoring. She took a deep breath and launched herself back towards her bed. Her face was the only part of her body that made it, her arms splayed out below her trying to reach the floor. She pulled herself up and climbed onto the bed. She put her feet up against the side of this sleeping person and slowly pushed him off his side of the bed.

  His body landed with a thump, and a loud groan came from the floor. Iyesha quickly laid back down and closed her eyes. As the guy got up, she pretended to wake up and stretched.

  “Oh hey…you,” she said.

  “Kyle,” he mumbled.

  “Right! Kyle. Kyle, I had a great time last night. That thing you did…wow. It was awesome. But now you have to go,” Iyesha said, hoping she sounded convincing.

  “Come on baby, let’s have some snuggle time,” Kyle said, crossing over the bed and leaning in for a kiss.

  Nope! Iyesha put a hand on his chest. “Hey, I’d love to, but I have to go to work now, so you have to leave.”

  “But you don’t have a job.”