“Richard, I want to make a suggestion. If you’re figuring on laying down a woman, you best learn how, starting right now.”
Little Joe smacked her leg. “I’m telling you, this time you may get more than you ask for since Richard hasn’t had his fill lately.”
Richard looked lost in the midst of translation. “Callie?”
“I want both of you today,” she said. “I’ve craved you, too, Richard, for a long time now.”
Two years had nothing on them. She’d wanted Richard at various times over the last ten years, but the days of separation made her long for the hearty meal she’d always missed.
“You heard the woman,” Joe said. “And, let me add, if you fuck her, this is the only way…with me watching.”
Callie ignored Joe and his possessive behavior. Instead, she worked at freeing her buttons. She didn’t have on a bunch of frills and lace under her skirt. Stripping didn’t take long, something Joe could’ve helped her do earlier, but since they didn’t fuck, he never bothered.
Little Joe wore only his pants by the time she was naked. He didn’t remove them. Instead, he took a seat in the rocking chair, and Callie pushed Richard to the bed.
Straddling him, she swallowed tightly. He stared into her eyes and barely moved. She waited until the appropriate moment to work with the ties on his buckskins, and she wasn’t one to waste a few strokes of a clock by taking her time. One twitch from his dick and she went with the signal.
Joe splayed his legs, but she concentrated on Richard. He was the one underneath her. She kept Joe in her peripheral vision.
“Callie, this is a bad idea,” Richard choked out.
“How do you know?” she asked, yanking his cock from his breeches.
“I don’t enjoy women,” he informed her. “At least I haven’t in my dated history.”
“You don’t know what you like, Richard.”
She slid over his body and down to the floor. Jerking his cock, she rubbed his length between her hands, starting out with a hand job. The pre-cum drizzled around the crest of his cock by the time her knees hit the floor. Little Joe rose and stood behind her.
Richard acted nervous, like the first lick of tongue paralyzed him and the second and third only brought one part of his body back to life. Its delicious and intended function returned right before her mouth dropped over the swell of his dick.
“Oh heavens,” Richard whispered.
Her tongue wrapped the crest, and she sucked him to her throat, taking the time to let him linger right against her tonsils. Then she sucked and released him, pulling him all the way out so she could lick the tip and sip his taste.
Joe massaged her shoulders. “Let him go, Callie. I want to see him stroke himself.”
Callie released him. She turned sideways to kiss the tip of Joe’s penis. At some point, he had removed his pants, but he hadn’t stepped completely away from them. They were bunched at his ankles.
He fisted his dick and ran the tip over her lips, encouraging her to take him between her cheeks once more.
“I want to watch Richard,” she whined.
“Ask him if you can. He likes to see you pleasure me, you know.”
“I never said anything of the sort,” Richard said, pulling at himself with a fast hand, a deliberate cause. “I kind of liked her lips draped over the better part of me.”
She didn’t remind him, but he had recently mentioned he didn’t like women. After holding him in her mouth and feeling his growth between her jaws, she knew the truth. No, she didn’t have to guess. He liked her well enough to fuck her.
She gripped Joe’s dick in her closed hand. “Can I see?” she asked softly.
“Can she watch, too?” Joe mimicked her.
“Yes, Callie. I’d like it if you paid close attention,” Richard said.
With a change of stance, Joe stood sideways. Callie sucked him between her jaws and gawked at Richard while he beat at his erection.
Callie felt sexier than ever before. Richard trusted her enough to let her watch him, and Joe was so considerate. Sharing his attention between both lovers, he ran his fingers through her hair, bunched a handful at her nape, and then stared at Richard with raw hunger in his eyes.
Richard, sprawled out on the bed, continued to stroke his length with a real nice grip. He held his dick firmly, pulling his size through his hand with a rapid yank. Joe’s eyes darkened.
Callie licked around the tip of Joe’s salty stalk and then sucked him to the back of her throat. He pressed his palm to the top of her head and fucked her mouth like he should’ve screwed her body.
The taste of his salty release jetted to the back of her throat, and he relinquished an overdue sigh long before he finished with a few alarming and quite forceful strokes. Richard gripped the headboard behind him. His strong, muscular arms bulged thick with his defiance. He was holding back, awaiting the right time to let go of his spill.
Joe clutched Callie’s shoulders, probably hoping she’d stay on the floor in front of him, but she couldn’t help him. She wouldn’t deny herself. She was too tempted. Drenched in lust, Callie couldn’t resist the one who’d inspired the wet heat between her thighs.
She shrugged away from Joe and hurriedly crawled up the bed. She dropped her jaw, and her lips surrounded Richard’s pulsing cock. He jerked with the first squirt of his excitement, and, heaven help her, she tasted him, but she didn’t devour him like she might have liked. She wanted to drink him in but changed her mind.
Little Joe had spoken about his memories with such passion, and she knew how to make him want for more than what he’d experienced with the three strangers he’d met on the prairie. She’d show him a good time with the familiar and to hell with the strange.
Richard jackknifed in the middle of riding out his violent personal storm. He caught strands of her hair with the upright motion, and her locks caught between his belly and the juncture between his thighs. She moaned out against the tip and turned her head in time to nuzzle his cockhead. His release sprayed sideways, and his cream ran down her cheek.
Joe took a seat in front of her. His focus held hers, and then out of nowhere, he slapped her hip. “That’s my baby. Lick him, don’t suck him. Let him come.”
Richard jerked and hollered. He bit his full lip and bumped against her jaw. His balls tightened. His dick twitched.
If lust carried another name, Little Joe Dylan defined it now. His dark eyes flashed with his hardcore eagerness, and his cock size, enormous anyway, increased by the second.
Richard collapsed against the bed, and her mouth hovered over him. He motioned for her, and she fell into a state of confusion only trumped by her complete and total arousal.
Joe spread her hips and ran his fingers under her. Toiling in her juices, he dipped his fingers through her slick heat before moving them from one entrance to the other. A forbidden cave she’d never allowed him to stroke in the past suddenly became new territory to claim.
Richard kissed the top of her shoulder. “Can I?”
Chill bumps ran up and down her arms. He placed his palms on either side of her torso and lifted her over him.
“I wanna suck on your pretty nipples, and then, Callie, my tongue—not Joe’s—will lick your sweet pussy.”
She couldn’t believe what she’d heard, and by the look on Joe’s face, he couldn’t fathom the idea of such a request falling from Richard’s thick lips. This experience wasn’t about Joe, not that their frolicking was all for her, but for once, Joe wasn’t the anchor or the only fellow in the middle.
Before she could ask Joe for his permission, Richard’s teeth clamped down on her nipple, and she squirmed with new shock. The nip wasn’t painful, but the quick nibble provoked a slow burn, a quite exquisite sensation.
“Teeth,” she reminded him.
“Joe,” he said, licking around her swollen breast, “tell her I don’t need instructions.”
“He won’t,” Joe assured her. If anyone knew how well Richard performe
d as a lover, Joe understood.
Bracing her hands on either side of Richard’s head, Callie arched her back. Richard flicked his tongue over her nipples. Lapping at them hungrily, he made her realize how much she’d missed, how much she’d longed to experience him…this.
He must’ve enjoyed her, because his erection increased in size. He rubbed his penis against her bottom and growled like a man ready to act on carnal desires.
“Richard,” she hummed, grinding her pussy against his belly. Then she slid down his stomach.
“No,” he said, nodding at Joe. He grunted as he held out, deliberately keeping some distance.
Joe struck her ass with his palm, and she bucked against him. A familiar sound rang throughout the room when he slapped her flesh again and again with the kind of spanking he obviously loved to give and she’d longed to receive.
Callie moaned. Bracing for another strike against her bottom, she said, “Harder. Please, Joe. I need you to…spank me.” She had an inexplicable desire for punishment, a hard-core need for a true erotic spanking.
Richard’s tongue tipped her nipple. Her fingers traveled through his wavy hair. She drew him closer, clutching his head and encouraging him to nuzzle her, pamper her, and perhaps even love her.
After Richard released her, Joe stopped smacking her burning cheeks and helped Richard position her body over his.
“Ah, Joe,” Richard said, staring into her vagina. “She’s sopping wet here.”
“Then lick her dry,” Joe said. “Or I will.”
“I can take care of her,” Richard bit out. Sipping his way into the middle of her folds, he proved he knew what to do with a woman’s pussy regardless of whether or not he’d tasted one in the past.
His tongue uncurled right inside her channel, and he thrust into her cave with a man’s mission, a hungry rhythm. The in-and-out gesture meant to feed desires and then crumble control held her at Richard’s mercy. She fell against his face, grinding out a pattern. Her hips gyrated. Forward and back, she shimmied around his tongue, setting the pace.
“Richard!” she warned, but he lapped with more determination. The man realized how to best shower a woman’s vagina with the kind of attention needed to bring about a violent release. Drawing her energy from Richard, she rocked against him, unable to keep her balance.
Joe reached around her torso and tweaked her nipples. Then, the flood came. Harshly and almost as violently as a sudden storm, her body jerked, and her resistance remained low. She couldn’t take what both men provided, and they gave a woman plenty of reasons to collapse in the throes of passion.
Riding Richard’s chin and his mouth into one heavenly experience, she climbed higher and higher. One orgasm came for her, and another trailed right behind. “Oh God, that was…Richard.”
“Yes.” He grinned before he bit her hip. “After all this time, you finally know who can take care of you, don’t you, Callie?”
“Absolutely,” she said. And with her newfound knowledge came a breaking dawn, an unexpected, fresh discovery within their unusual relationship.
In her lifetime, there would only be two men for her. Fortunately, they didn’t mind sharing.
Chapter Seven
Sated, she watched them a few minutes later. Joe was on his back, and his thighs were parted. Richard towered over him. Joe draped his long, thick legs over Richard’s shoulders and back.
“Damn, boy.” Joe’s breath hitched in his chest. His half-lidded eyes were full of lust, boiling over with desire.
Richard touched Joe’s ass, and she couldn’t see everything, but it looked like he used his fingers to spread and prepare him. Kneeling on the mattress, he pressed his cock to Joe’s bottom and slowly inched his way into his ass. The initial penetration was the only thing slow and easy about the whole act.
“Yeah, Richard,” Little Joe muttered. “You know what you like. Take what you want, big boy. Remind me of what I miss whenever you aren’t around.”
The second his cock was in place, Richard pounded into Joe’s body. He snarled at first, like he was ready to have a little angry sex, and Callie knew from watching them before, the madder they were at one another, the harder they fucked out their differences.
With every stroke, Joe moaned an ongoing, stale cry. The soft echo sounded like music to her ears because she saw his expression. He was in heaven. His lover had finally claimed him again.
A few moments passed, and Richard pressed Joe’s calves high above his head and drove into his ass, thrusting himself deep inside Joe’s bottom. Richard looked as if he were falling in love all over again. Joe locked his bottom lip under his teeth and whimpered as he entered him, staring down the length of his body in an effort to see the connection and observe the continual penetration.
“You like it rough, Little Joe?” Richard asked, hammering inside him once more.
“Ah, yeah,” Joe finally replied in a broken voice. “That’s it. Fuck me, Richard. Fuck me wild.”
Richard stopped, yanked him forward, and grabbed his shoulders. His lips crashed against Joe’s in a meaningful kiss.
Stunned when they kissed in front of her, since they seldom met mouth-to-mouth, Callie narrowed her gaze, focusing on the way dueling tongues fought for the lead. Richard immediately backed away. He was apparently uncomfortable under the scrutiny. Turning Joe, he shoved him to the mattress and mounted him from behind.
“You’ll hurt him,” Callie screeched, thinking of the recent wounds.
Joe sneered. “Hush up, woman. He knows what I need.”
Once Joe was facedown against the bed, Richard rammed his cock into his ass and slapped his hip as he screwed him. “So you want it like this now, huh?”
Joe arched his back, and Richard pressed his palm between his shoulders. Pinning Joe to the bed, Richard hollered as he entered him. “Buck back this way! Fuck me, Joe. Don’t resist me, hon. Never resist me.”
“I can’t resist you,” Joe whispered.
“Can you handle me?” Richard slapped his bottom and grabbed him around his middle, careful to keep his cock buried between Joe’s ass cheeks. “Talk to me, Little Joe. Feel that?”
Richard’s hips jerked, and he pulled all the way out. Then he sank between Joe’s cheeks again, cupping his bottom and grinding away, fighting for a release certain to come.
“Give me more!” Joe screamed, panting as Richard buried his penis between his globes and rode him. “I want you. I’ve always needed you!”
Finally. Callie nearly cried her eyes out with Joe’s confession. Joe had always desired them both, but Richard was Joe’s basic need. He was as crucial and as valuable as food and water were essential for survival. She’d always known how deeply Joe cared for Richard, but she wondered if Joe had ever really shown Richard his heart.
Richard thrust in between his cheeks. He wiggled his ass as he sank deeper. “But you still betrayed me, Joe.” Hurt lingered in his voice. Tears slipped from his eyes.
“I didn’t,” Joe said. “I swear I didn’t, Richard. You were always with me.”
A shrill cry resounded, and Callie reached for Joe. Taking her hand in his, Joe brought her fingertips to his lips. Brushing his mouth across her knuckles, he wept like a little boy, the surge of guilt finally overpowering him.
At the same time, Richard brought Joe up to his knees, forcing him to his elbows. With a guttural growl, he withdrew and held himself at the base of his cock. “Callie, get under him.”
“What? Now?” This was their time together. Somehow it didn’t seem right to impose on such an intimate moment.
“Come here, Callie,” Joe said, pulling her under his body.
Seconds later, Little Joe penetrated her. Unable to resist the pending pleasure, she reveled in the way his cock parted her intimate lips. After a few broken thrusts, Joe kissed her, and she finally relaxed.
Joe drove into her walls with a force strong enough to make her come instantly. Richard led the way, stroking Joe’s ass in a natural tempo.
“Richard, oh God, Richard!” Joe screamed out his name as he hammered inside her. “Callie, oh God, Callie. Forgive me.”
There was nothing to forgive.
Joe’s eyes closed in sweet surrender, and he pounded his penis into her vibrating walls. She shared a heated gaze with Richard, admiring him as he loved his man and perhaps acknowledged her as his woman.
He continued to slap and fuck Joe’s ass. The whole time, he watched her like he wanted to know how it would feel to have her pussy clenching around him.
Before Little Joe slipped out of her, the release she’d needed rushed forward. She held onto Little Joe’s shoulders, and Richard clasped his hands over hers. Together, they braced for and then enjoyed the ultimate rise and the crashing fall of one life-changing experience.
* * * *
A heavy knock interrupted the potential for pillow talk. They rarely indulged in much anyway. Richard hurriedly grabbed his pants, and Joe slid behind the door with his gun in hand. She covered up with a thin sheet and held the scant material to her chest.
Richard leaned against the doorframe, his back blocking Joe’s completely nude form through the crack.
“Marshal, is there a problem?” Richard asked, peering through the door he barely opened.
The marshal stared at the bed. Callie had encountered her share of run-ins with the law back when she’d worked there. The marshal had used her services himself before he married the pretty little flower he later kept wilted in his arms.
“I heard you were back, Callie,” he said.
“I am,” she said, adding a saucy wink.
“My wife is sick. Did you hear that, too?”
“No, I haven’t had time to check on everyone, if you know what I mean.”
“Uh-huh, from what I heard from Doc Scott back in Tombstone, he had plans of making a woman of worth out of you.”
“A woman of worth?” Richard asked.
Oh, that would not sit well.
“That’s what the doc said he aimed to do. Those were his words, not mine, for your interest.” He shot Richard a cold stare.
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