T-Bone: Grade-A Beefcakes Series - Book 2

by Vanessa Vale

  “Taste how much I want you. That’s the only bit you’ll get in that mouth… today. It’s all going in your pussy.”

  Her pink tongue flicked out, licked the drop off as she pulled a chair out from the long farmer’s table, grabbed a fistful of my shirt, a few snaps coming undone, spun me about and pushed me down into it. I could have resisted, but why? I was loving this eager spurt of dominance.

  If my girl wanted to climb on my lap and go for a ride on my dick, that was fine with me.

  She stood between my parted legs and fiddled with the front of her jeans. Fuck, I loved to see her so eager. I reached out and stilled her hands. Her pale eyes met mine.

  “Let me do that.”

  Tucker put the coiled rope on the kitchen table—we’d tie her up, but not this first time because I wanted to feel her hands on me—and moved behind her, took hold of the bottom of her shirt, lifted it. “I want you naked, tiger. I want to see as you take Colton deep. Every inch.”

  She raised her arms, let him work it over her head. His hands moved to cup her lace and satin covered breasts as he leaned down, kissed along the slope of her shoulder, slid the bra strap down with his teeth.

  “I want to watch these tits bounce as you come all over him.” His hands moved to the clasp at her back.

  She stilled as we bared her. I worked her jeans over her hips, hooked my fingers into her panties and slid both down her thighs. The only reason I was ignoring those plump nipples right in front of my face was because I was getting to her pussy. Getting it bare.

  It took me a minute to strip off her boots and jeans until all she wore were a pair of bright red knee high socks.

  “Oh fuck,” I whispered. “Look at you.”

  While my dick was pulsing, dripping pre-cum like a faucet, I ignored it and looked my fill. Took in every soft, curvy inch of her. Her nipples hardened into tight points, the color of them was the same as her lips. A soft rose. Her breasts were full, teardrop shaped and when Tucker reached around and cupped her from behind again, this time skin on skin, I was almost jealous.

  Almost. But if his hands were full playing with her tits and seeing how sensitive her nipples were, then her pussy was all mine.

  Running a fingertip up one thigh, across her lower belly and down the other, I took in the heaven in between. She wasn’t bare like some women, but she was waxed so a little thatch of pale hair crowned her pussy. Her inner lips were plump and swollen—and wet—opening her slit. I couldn’t miss her clit, all hard and exposed for me. I knew I could flick that protective hood back and she’d be sensitive. I could see almost all of her as she stood before me, but looking wasn’t enough. Oh, fuck no. I wanted to touch, taste and get inside.

  When I looked up at her, her head was on Tucker’s shoulder, eyes closed as he had her nipples between his fingers and thumbs. Tugging, pinching.

  I met his gaze and he nodded. Yeah, she wanted this. She was ready.

  “Let’s see how wet you are, sugar.” I cupped her pussy and her hips bucked, my fingers getting coated from the motion. Soaked. No one could miss the wet sounds.

  “Oh yeah,” Tucker growled. “Look at Colton’s hand all covered in your pussy juice. Is that all for us?”

  She glanced down at me, her blue eyes dark and stormy and so very blurry. As I slid my fingers over her, parting her, finding her entrance, then easily sliding a finger in nice and deep, she began to hump my fingers.

  “Yes! Oh god, I need that,” she groaned.

  She was tight. Hot. Clenching. My dick dripped more pre-cum, angry at not being the thing making her writhe and moan.

  I pulled out immediately and she gasped. “No!”

  “Your poor pussy. If you’re going to ride something, sugar, it’s going to be my dick.”

  “Please,” she begged. “I need it.”

  Yeah, she did.

  “You on the pill, sugar?”

  “Yes,” she breathed.

  “I’m clean. Got the papers to prove it. Now, I’ll get up and get them, get a whole box of condoms if that’s what you want. But know this, I’ve never gone bare before. Never gone without suiting up.”

  “Me either,” Tucker said.

  “We vowed we’d only fuck raw with the woman we’re keeping. That’s you, sugar.”

  I watched her face as I said those words. We’d been telling her as much all month long, but now it was serious. We’d wear condoms for as long as she wanted, until she was as sure as we were. I’d be patient, but it’d be hard—like me—especially now that I’d gotten my fingers in that sweet pussy. Knew what it felt like, what it would be like with nothing between us.

  “Or,” I continued. “You can climb on right now and you can fuck me bare. Get my dick all coated in all that sweet, sticky honey.”

  Tucker’s hand slid down over her belly and between her thighs. She gasped as he felt how wet she was. “Oh yeah, I can’t wait to get my dick in all that. Make you mine.”

  “No condom. Now. Please,” she said, reaching out and taking hold of my shoulder.

  Tucker moved his hand away and with a frantic need about her, she climbed up on my lap, her soft tits bumping my face as she hovered over my dick, wiggled her hips until I settled at her entrance, then lowered herself down.

  We groaned together as I felt her stretch and open for me. The feel of her was the most incredible thing in the whole fucking world. Hot and wet, and so tight. Going bare was incredible and I wasn’t all the way in. I was too much for her to fit on her first try and without help.

  Settling my hands around her narrow waist, I shifted her. “Lean back, sugar. That’s it. Good. See, you took a little bit more of me. Another few inches.”

  A whimper escaped as she tried to get my massive cock up in her. I was cramming her full and she wasn’t done yet.

  Leaning forward, I took her nipple in my mouth. Sucked, then carefully bit down.

  Her pussy instantly flooded and she slid down another inch.

  “That’s a good girl, working your way onto Colton’s dick,” Tucker said, sliding a hand over her hair, down her bare back. “I can see your pussy swallowing him up.”

  With her hands on my shoulders, she met my eyes, lifted up a bit.

  “Oh fuck, his dick is coated. You need this, don’t you, tiger?”

  She dropped her weight, fucked herself on me. “Colton!” she cried, her eyes flaring wide as she finally sat right on my jean-clad thighs.

  “Ride me,” I growled, dying a sweet death as she didn’t move, only pulsed and squeezed my dick, adjusting.

  For a moment or two, I watched as she was lost to it, to the feel of me invading her. To the pleasure of it. But then her eyes cleared, met mine, and the corner of her mouth tipped up. “I have you at my mercy,” she said.

  I huffed out a laugh. “Sugar, haven’t you realized? I’ve been at your mercy since I first laid eyes on you.”

  She started to move then. Up. Down. Circling her hips. I did nothing but watch her as she found how she liked to move, what felt good, what made her cream some more. Her tits bounced and I wanted to lean in and suck on one again, but I didn’t want to mess with her fucking. She was working it now, riding me hard. Up, slam down. Up, take me deep. So deep I bottomed out.

  “Colton, I need… I can’t… it’s—”

  I squeezed her waist gently. “What’s the matter?”

  “It’s not enough,” she panted.

  “I can help with that,” Tucker added, all but forgotten behind her. He reached around, put his thumb right by her mouth. “Suck.”

  She took the tip and I watched as her cheeks hollowed. He pulled it free and I saw it was wet.

  His hand slid down her back and I knew the second he pressed that wet thumb to her ass.

  “Tucker!”

  Her inner walls clamped down on me like a vise.

  “Ever had anything in here before?” he asked, leaning in and nibbling her neck.

  She shook her head, her long hair cascading down her back.
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br />   “You will,” he promised.

  I could see the instant her mind shut down and her body took over. She wasn’t frantic now, but gave over to the pleasure of my dick in her. Of having Tucker circle her virgin ass and awaken those nerves.

  A flush crept down her neck and over her tits, her brow glistening with sweat. I wasn’t immune either, barely hanging on, barely keeping the cum in my balls until she came. I was a gentleman in all things, even dirty fucking.

  She was close, I could see it. I could feel it the way her pussy began to squeeze and got even wetter. Tucker sensed it, too, for he pressed his thumb into her ass.

  Her eyes flew open. “Oh,” she breathed, and then her eyes went foggy. “Oh!” she screamed, coming all over me.

  With Tucker breaching her back entrance, she was tight. The way her pussy milked me, all but begging my balls to give it up, I couldn’t hold back.

  I gripped her waist and angled my hips up into her. Held her as my cum rocketed into her. Flooded her.

  The feeling was indescribable. Hot. Like the sweetest hit of a drug. Wet. Dripping wet. Clenching like a vise. Delirious. All the blood was gone from my head and my dick was in charge. Rut. Fuck. Fill. Claim. Mark. Brand with cum.

  “Holy shit.” That was all I could get out when I caught my breath.

  She slumped on me, all sweaty and sated, and I felt Tucker’s thumb slipping from her.

  I stroked her hair back. “Sugar, Tucker needs you.”

  “That’s right, tiger. I’m desperate for that pussy.”

  She glanced over her shoulder at him and I helped her up and off of me. My dick was coated and so were my balls and when she got her sock-covered feet beneath her, we watched as thick drops of cum slipped from her and hit the wood floor. Shit, that was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. It meant I’d taken her bare, marked her. Crammed her so full of my cum that it wouldn’t all stay in her.

  She didn’t just smell like strawberries anymore. She smelled like me, like fucking, and soon, like Tucker, too. Wherever she went, men would know she was taken. If that wasn’t enough, she’d have a just-fucked look on her face, one we’d ensure was always there.

  She’d never want for anything and never orgasms, never our cum. The way I was still hard, I’d never run out.

  “Oh fuck,” Tucker growled. “My turn. Two men, two dicks, tiger.”

  5

  AVA

  * * *

  It was possible my bones had dissolved, even though I was standing. My thighs were worn out from the workout. God, I’d take riding Colton’s dick over going to the gym any day. I couldn’t help the smile on my face.

  What an orgasm! I was pretty sure I screamed when I came. Groaned, perhaps even grunted. I had no recollection, just went blind there for a little bit. I usually touched myself, rubbed my clit to come when I was with a guy. I’d never gotten enough stimulation, or perhaps maybe not the right kind, to push me over. With Colton, it had been amazing, riding him had gotten me right to the brink, but it had been… too much? I couldn’t describe it, even in my head. But when Tucker put his thumb on me there. God, it had sharpened my focus and the feelings became so intense my body couldn’t hold off. It was like pressing my ass was a magical orgasm button.

  Who knew?

  Tucker, of course.

  I might have come harder than I’d ever had in my life, taken the biggest cock I’d ever seen—besides Tucker—but I wasn’t done.

  Nope, it was time to take the T-Bone.

  My inner walls clenched, equal parts empty and needy and equal parts tender.

  But one orgasm wasn’t enough. I wanted more. I craved it. Colton had been amazing, but I also wanted Tucker.

  He had no doubts I was ready, that I was wet. Colton’s cum was dripping from me and neither of them missed the little puddle that was forming on the floor.

  I should be embarrassed by it, but they weren’t. No, Colton’s cock pulsed as if it were proud of what it had done and wanted to do again. Tucker growled and hooked his arm about my waist, tugged my butt back.

  My hands were still on Colton’s shoulders, but now I was bent over and looking Colton straight in the eye.

  He grinned, the very satisfied look on his face made me feel powerful. I’d done that to him—and his dick.

  “Ready, tiger? This is going to be hard and fast. You have no idea how hot it is to see you fucking my best friend.”

  His grip about me tightened as he took a step closer, lined up with my entrance and slid into me in one long, slow, thick stroke.

  I went up on my toes as Colton grinned. “That’s it, sugar. Take him.”

  Oh, this was hot. Two men.

  And Tucker… yeah, he lived up to his nickname. He might not have been as long as Colton, but he felt wider, as if I were stretched even more to take him. But the cum filling me eased his way, and so did this position.

  I loved it from behind.

  When he spanked me, my right butt cheek flaring with instant heat, I gasped. I’d never been spanked before. Hell, everything we’d done so far I’d never done. Sure, I’d been on top or done it from behind, but not with Colton or Tucker. Not with porn star dicks. Not without condoms.

  This was intense. Skin on skin. Intimate in the dirtiest of ways.

  “That’s for keeping secrets, Little Miss Rodeo Champ,” Tucker said as he fucked me, slow and steady.

  “That’s right, sugar,” Colton added, brushing my hair back from my face. His gaze dropped to my breasts which I knew swung a little every time Tucker bottomed out. “Were you trying to show off?”

  I shook my head and Tucker spanked me again, this time on the other side. “It made me proud to see you out there. Made my dick hard, too. I wanted to get you just like this, bent over one of the fences, taking you hard.”

  I clenched down at the idea of it. “I’m more than a pretty face. I don’t like being bossed around,” I said, my breath coming out in pants.

  Tucker’s free hand came around my hip and his fingers played over my clit, let it settle between two of them.

  “Who’s in charge now?” Tucker asked and I realized he was literally servicing me like a stallion. I was bent over being fucked, wild and hard until he’d spent deep inside of me. The difference was—and it wasn’t the size of his dick—that he was making me come first. Just like Colton.

  “I’m so close,” I told them.

  “So beautiful. You, like this, all naked and letting your men get you all dirty.” Colton talked as Tucker fucked. “You’re a dirty girl, aren’t you? Taking what we give you?”

  “Yes,” I breathed. My eyes slipped closed. I couldn’t look at Colton any longer. Too hot, too male, especially with his dick still hard, more cum slipping from it. He was still clothed except for the most essential bits for fucking.

  And I was naked. Between them. Tucker behind me, his dick sliding in and out, the back door open for anyone to come across us. I was sure if someone even got near the back porch they could hear the slap of wet flesh on flesh. That it was hard and rough and I wanted it that way.

  That I was going to come… right… now.

  I screamed Tucker’s name, clawed at Colton’s shoulders. I threw my head back, made strange orgasm sounds as I milked his cock. As he didn’t stop, but kept right on taking me. Hard. Harder. I’d have bruises along with the pink handprints. The swollen pussy. The cum dripping from me for days.

  “Ava,” Tucker groaned as he held himself deep and filled me up. I could feel his dick pulse, emptying his balls deep inside me.

  Tucker pulled out and his hand went to my pussy. I hissed, so sensitive there. “Feel that? All swollen and well-used. All that cum. Ours.”

  Colton leaned forward, kissed me. Gently. Sweetly, even. “Our first kiss.”

  I stared at him as he cupped the back of my head. “You might be our dirty girl, but you sure are sweet.”

  He winked and I smiled. He pulled me down on his lap, completely not caring that I’d be getting his jeans a
ll wet with our combined cum.

  Tucker tugged off his shirt, held it open for me. I slipped one arm in, then leaned so I could do the other. Colton did up the snaps as if I were a child. The simple gesture was… endearing. As if I was more than just a fuck buddy, but something cherished.

  “What’s this about being just a pretty face?” he asked.

  I ducked my chin, but he lifted it with his fingers so I couldn’t look away.

  “My father is a bossy man. He’s always told me what to do. Ran my life, and not just while I was a kid. He’d arranged for me to marry the vice president of his company.”

  “Arranged?” Tucker asked as he tucked himself back into his jeans but didn’t do up the zipper or button. I’d never seen him without a shirt before. A smattering of fair hair was between his flat nipples, but it tapered down to his navel, then further to the darker curls—glistening from getting wet fucking—at the base of his cock.

  “Yup.”

  “Is that why it took you so long to say yes? Because we’re bossy?”

  I shrugged. “Definitely, but it also makes me hot. Your bossiness is… different. And I’d rather not talk about my father while I’ve got your cum all over me.”

  Tucker grinned and Colton stood with me wrapped in his arms.

  “We don’t have to talk about him at all,” Colton said. “Let’s get you cleaned up in the shower.”

  “Yeah, so we can get you all dirty again.”

  TUCKER

  * * *

  “What’s so important I had to track you down in the canned goods section?” I asked, approaching Duke who stood before a half full grocery cart. He glanced up from the two cans he was holding.

  He’d said he wanted to catch up with me, but not on the phone. As if we were spies and worried over a tapped line. Since I was headed to town to meet Ava, I figured I could get to him first. It wasn’t quite closing time for the Seed and Feed—I’d been too eager to see her again and left too early—and decided to track down Duke first.