RopeMeIn

by Cerise DeLand

  Will appeared in her vision, his hazel eyes alight with deviltry as he followed his brother and delved inside her pussy with two fingers. “Sweet little gal. All shaven bare. Red hot too, huh?”

  “For you. All of you,” she emphasized as she twisted one of her folds and tugged on it to satisfy herself. “I’m lonely, sweetie. Won’t someone please come pet me?”

  Harry jammed his hands on her thighs, spreading her so wide she thought she’d snap. The devil took his sweet damn time looking at her cunt until he growled, “I need a taste of this my way.” Pushing two fingers high up inside her raging body to gather gobs of cream, he painted her nipples with her fragrant musk.

  “Oh, oh, oh.” Cara could hardly breathe as Harry came down on one breast, laved it round and round until he had drunk his fill, then sucked the whole damn thing into his ravenous mouth and milked her as if he were her biggest, baddest baby. She sank her nails into his back.

  “She-cat,” he praised her, shook her off, then performed the whole ravishing ritual on her other breast. And as quickly as he had come upon her, he left her.

  Will loomed over her. His cock nudged her thigh.

  “Fuck me, please,” she urged him on a groan, her hands yanking his hips closer. Closer. The back of her hand brushed his helmet and she remembered how he came like a bull, all snort and fire, his big cock spearing her until she was bursting with him. “Please. Now.”

  “You know how I like you?”

  She could guess. Biting her lip, she shook her head to torment him. “Tell me.”

  “Up on your knees.”

  Her body ran like molten lava with scorching need. “I’ve been bad?”

  “You have.” He curled an arm under her and flipped her over to her tummy. He whacked her on the ass. “Up in the air. Let’s see this naughty pussy.”

  She pushed up, the cool air on her sopping wet cunt an unbearable turn-on. But Will had new ideas, tracing her delicate folds with a finger, then bending and biting the frilly edges to drive her to a slow wail.

  “I am going to come without you,” she accused them.

  “Soon, honey.” Will soothed her with his voice, but pulled her higher and spanked her pussy once, twice, three times—the slapping sounds luscious in the still night.

  Her pussy stung. She loved it. “Again,” she pleaded.

  “No,” Will growled, and then, as if he knew she could bear the pain of emptiness no more, he gripped her hips and jammed his cock so far inside, she screamed with delight.

  She came like a rocket. Grinding upward, she sobbed while Will rammed her. She came like a whirlwind, the pounding a madness she knew at once she would never want to live without.

  But giant though Will’s cock was, when he had pumped his last inside her, she wanted more. Another orgasm to quell her raging appetite. Another glorious ride on another MacRae.

  Her nails tore at the sheets. She rolled to her back, her thighs splayed open, her spicy musk scenting the air and adding to her boldness. Harry. Harry, sweet man, palmed his rigid length.

  “I want you. This,” she beckoned him with legs spread in invitation, his gaze ablaze as he devoured the way she beseeched him with the lure of a woman who loved fucking.

  He stepped up to the bed and in one heartbeat, covered her body with his own.

  “Arrgh,” she arched backward in glee at his heavy claim. “Show me what you’ve got, baby,” she urged him in words he had used on her. In one smooth move, he hauled her up on his thighs and impaled her.

  Filled to her eyeballs, she beat on his shoulders for him to move. Fuck her! He chuckled, the hellion. Her breasts bouncing, her cunt grabbing his length, she went with the rhythm and the lust. Her two other men, one with a flagging rod, the other with a full and ready one, stroked themselves in sight of her. With the men’s eyes alight with passion, she gloried in their attention.

  Loved by three brothers.

  How could she be so lucky?

  With gritted teeth, she came again. Her whole body taut, she soared with the swelling power of impending release and she flew toward it with a voracious desire she’d never known. Harry held her head between his hands, his hips agile and swift as he pounded himself inside her, his orgasm quick, his shout hoarse with pleasure.

  She edged over her own sharp precipice, then sank, boneless against his chest.

  Harry stroked her back, then whispered, “Jed needs you, darlin’.”

  She pushed up in a haze of bliss, eager and oh so hungry still. Harry smiled, smoothing her hair from her cheeks.

  She gazed at Jed, beckoning him with her fingers. “Come here, sweetie. I can’t wait to put my lips around your cock.”

  * * * * *

  Jed pulled her forward. “Hold her for me, Harry.”

  His brother lifted her as though she weighed nothing and turned her to rest her back against his chest. With his hands going to her pussy, he bit her ear. “Let me open you up, darlin’, get you cookin’. Will? Come on, buddy, your turn to feast.”

  She wiggled, out of her mind with starvation for all three men. “Hurry too.”

  They each chuckled, the laughter guttural and raw.

  Will positioned himself between her legs and gave her a lopsided grin. “Never had this pussy before, so I’m gonna gobble you up.”

  But Cara’s attention zoomed to the thick helmet of Jed’s cock positioned right in front of her lips. She had loved sucking him the first time they’d made love. Adored the way he let her have him without reservation. Doing for a man, milking his cock this way, had been such a turn-on to her and she rocketed into a new freedom that she could do it with him. Ask it of him. Get it from him.

  Her tongue darted out to lick his slit. Dripping pre-cum for her, he shook, his body rigid with need. He sank his hand into her hair and demanded, “More.”

  Winking up at him, she locked gazes and then put her lips around his tip. She kissed him and sucked him, his groan affirmation that she could do him right. Harry shifted, his hands supporting her, teasing her nipples, but she could tell he watched her mouth and what she did to his brother. Beneath her ass, she felt the fire of his cock rising like an iron rod.

  She shivered as Will yanked her thighs wider, his fingers on her sensitive, swollen and well-loved pussy. Spreading her open, he settled between her thighs and dipped his tongue inside her channel so far—god!—so far she writhed as he tongued her and drank her juice with sultry slurps.

  Jed’s cock bumped her cheek and in response, she struggled to free one of her hands to hold him at the root. “Come closer, sweetie. I need you all the way down my throat.”

  He nudged nearer and she took as much of him as she could into her mouth. Her tongue whirled around his circumference, laving the delicate skin and defining the veins. She took him farther inside her, marveling at her own abilities, proud of her capability. Her hand shifted, cupping one of his balls, tight and ready to deliver.

  Urging him gently forward, not even knowing if she could reach him, she whimpered to take one of his nuts in her mouth. Success brought a bawdy curse from Jed’s lips. She sensed he fought for control, but she didn’t want him to have any. She wanted him to surrender to her, something she had never had from a man, a wild thing she craved and fought now to get from Jed.

  As if he knew, as if he understood in some carnal way, he shoved his cock forward into the cavern of her mouth. And while Will plumped up her pussy lips and sucked on her clit so fast and hard until her hips pumped into his mouth, and while Harry twisted her nipples until her areolas ached with painful lust, she took Jed’s long cock over and over until he stilled, shook and shot his cum down her throat.

  Seeing him through a fog of triumph, Cara licked her lips. When he leaned down to kiss her mouth, he was lavish and tender with praise.

  Harry drilled his nails into her nipples.

  Will bit her clit and she screamed.

  Her cunt throbbing, she broke apart. Will shifted. Jed held one of her thighs while Will snapped on new l
atex and rammed right up inside her.

  “Sweet thing,” he called her as he shot forward over and over again, “you can come again and again.”

  She moaned in agreement and wonder.

  “I know,” Harry told them as he caressed her breasts and let the pressure build inside her to orgasm again, “we have ourselves the right woman.”

  Jed dipped his fingers inside her pussy as Will retreated. The stretch drove her right out of her senses and she yelled at them to fuck her please, fast, hard, now.

  “You got it,” Will gruffed, lifted her ass up onto his thighs and did everything she asked. As soon as his giant cock shot up inside her, the throes of her climax shuddered through her as if a volcano had erupted inside her. She let the explosion take her up, rip her open and consume her. Nothing left of her earthly self, she drifted down, down, down and lay back, cuddled into Harry and slept.

  When she awoke, she moved slowly, sated with lazy delight. Her bones mush, her muscles cotton candy, she tried to stroke Harry’s cheek. Her arm flopped as if she were a wraith in some slow-motion movie. To say she felt as if the house had fallen on her was mild. When she pushed herself up on one elbow, she understood that making love to three hunky guys had drained her totally. But looking at them in their slumber, she noted they were just as sapped of strength.

  And the way they were spread all over her body could be another reason she felt like lead. Pressing her labia together, she reveled in her exhaustion. Who could have thought she’d welcome three men making love to her? At once. And in such lovely circumstances.

  She swallowed hard. And damn if she didn’t want them again. But not without availing herself of that splendid bathroom.

  “Where you going, sweet thing?” Will, who had been draped over her legs, caught her by the ankle.

  “Shower,” she got out, her voice husky, her throat sore from working Jed’s cock. “Come with me?”

  Jed and Harry pushed up.

  Will got to his feet and offered her his hand.

  When she tried to stand and swayed, he caught her. “Whoa, let me help you.”

  Arms around his neck, she pecked him on the cheek. “You’ll wash me too.”

  “At your service.”

  She turned to the other two men, “Coming? I need you.”

  Will strode in to the center of the beautiful walk-in shower with her in his arms. The water from all the jets turned on as he passed. The spray was warm, insistent, soothing to her body from throat to breasts, to her pussy and ass. She hung against Will as he let her feet slide down.

  “I’ll get better at this, I promise,” she told him.

  “I know you will.” He backed her to the cool travertine tile. His attention went to the ceiling, his fingers circling her wrists and dragging her arms up until she felt metal bracelets on her skin. And a click.

  Her gaze shot upward. She was cuffed to the ceiling.

  “What do you think?” he asked, his huge hands cupping her breasts, thumbing her nipples. “Too sore to let me fuck you?”

  “No.” She lifted her leg to draw him to her. “I think I’m addicted.”

  He chuckled and bent to suck her breasts into his hot mouth. Behind him, Jed slapped a condom in his hand. Harry, beside her now, ran a hand down her back and to her shock, massaged her asshole with slippery, sensitive fingers.

  “Never had a man here, have you?” he asked, his lips on her ear.

  “You’ll be first,” she told him, wiggling as the tip of one finger invaded her ass and slipped out again. “Will it hurt?”

  Harry kissed her cheek. “No, darlin’. We’ll take it nice and slow.”

  Will shifted his weight, spread her thighs and drove right up inside her pussy.

  Her head fell back in shock. She was sore, but so far gone with need that it didn’t matter to her as much as the union she craved. As he fucked her, his cock stroking her to whimpering glee, Harry kept tapping her tiny hole. And when she gasped and Will groaned that he was ready to come, Harry thrust his finger inside her and her climax rippled through her like warm water over her muscles.

  Harry unsnapped her cuffs and Will carried her out of the shower.

  Jed sat on the edge of the Jacuzzi tub, taking her tenderly from Will to wrap her in a heated towel and rub her body dry.

  A mass of jelly, she hung in Jed’s arms.

  “Come to bed now, baby. Time to rest.” He stood up with her in his embrace and strode to the bedroom. Putting her in the center of the mattress, he covered her with nubby blankets and crawled up beside her.

  The last thing she understood was that Harry and Will said good night and only Jed joined her in the big broad bed.

  Chapter Twelve

  The next morning, sunshine streamed through the skylights above her. She stretched, expecting one of her lovers to be here with her.

  Alone?

  She rose up on an elbow, glancing around the room. Aside from the fact that she was naked beneath the comfy blankets, the only vestiges of last night’s exquisite erotic experience were the bright red sheets.

  She inhaled, a mix of emotions rioting in her brain. Had that sensuous woman here with these three men really been her? She’d never known such passion, never displayed such ownership of any man, certainly not three and not at one time. Nor had she ever expected that a man could want her so rabidly, so dearly. And certainly not three and not at any one time.

  Fantasy?

  She moved her thighs and felt the pangs of last night’s exertions. No dream, Cara. Vivid images of what she’d done. Said. What they had said and done to her, for her. If this was real life, she was insatiable for more of it.

  She shoved back her blankets and this time, recalling her weakness last night when she had left this bed, she put her feet to the floor gingerly. The tufted wool between her toes felt like verdant grass. The air, refreshing. The light from above, reassuring that the world outside did still exist and this universe here inside these walls with these three men was a reality she craved to embrace and cultivate.

  In the shower, she took her time. Her body showed the signs of her escapades. Her throat was sore. She grinned at the memory of sucking Jed, an accomplishment she was so proud of. Her breasts bore red marks, but no bruises. Her lovers had treated her to their lips and teeth, their careful hands. But oh, her pussy was the happiest little part of her this morning.

  She fingered herself, her cunt molten liquid still, sensitive and swollen, and her clit virtually pulsed with delight the second she tapped it. Suddenly, the urge to climax clutched her and in reflex, she dropped her hands to her sides to let the water rush over her. If she wanted to come, she had three men happy to oblige her.

  Quickly she shampooed and finished her ablutions. All the while she listed the items she must discuss with them. Although she now understood they intended to be her lovers—her tender lovers—she needed to draw boundaries around time and place and frequency. She was no idle woman. No carefree female with nothing else to do but lounge her life away in the arms of three lusty men.

  She was no idiot either, and the cuffs she’d discovered last night most likely were not the last of the implements to be used with them. Never had she forgotten the box of black leather goods that had brought her to the Rocking M in the first place.

  Secure in her plan, she headed for her bedroom and her overnight bag. Inside, she had another set of undies she would treat her men to, if they wished. But she hoped what they might all four do for a while was talk.

  Jed poured himself another cup of coffee and eyed the door to the bathroom. “The shower’s off. I think she’s finished. Ready for this?”

  Harry nodded at him, scrambling eggs in a bowl. “We have to make sure she understands what we want. Where we need this to go.”

  Will strolled in, his hair wet from his own shower, and inhaled the aroma of the sausage frying on the stove. He’d been out since six o’clock to check the salt licks and the feed stalls. “She needs time to absorb what happened last
night. I’m in no rush. I’d rather romance her and up our chances that we can keep her.”

  “I’m with you,” Harry said with a scowl at Will, “but using the cuffs last night was not on the agenda.”

  Will looked sheepish but defended himself. “She didn’t freeze up on me.”

  “Right.” Jed had to agree. “Didn’t look that way.”

  “And she surely did like you fingering her ass,” Will told Harry, eyes wide. “Another little item we didn’t plan for last night.”

  “I know,” Harry admitted. “I can’t fault you when I got carried away myself.”

  “Hey, guys!” Will blurted. “We’ll be more careful next time.”

  Jed grumbled. “Hope to god there is one.”

  “You worry too much,” Will told him and took his coffee to the kitchen table.

  “What are you worried about?” Cara asked, her voice a soft rasp as she appeared in the doorway from the bath.

  Jed nearly swallowed his teeth at the sight of her. She wore a thin white cotton t-shirt that bared her abs and a pair of lounge pants, brushed cotton, that sat low on her hipbones. Jed could tell that beneath the shirt, she had on some sort of small bra that cupped her nipples and let them hang out just-so over the edge. His cock twitched. His mouth watered. He wanted to taste those breasts, all right. He took a drink of his coffee instead of making a damn gorilla of himself.

  His brothers looked no more in control of themselves at the sight of her.

  Will’s eyes narrowed on her.

  Harry paused, mid-stir of his eggs in the frying pan. “Hey, darlin’.”

  “How’d you sleep?” Jed walked toward her, slow and easy as if it were a regular occurrence to have her here for breakfast.

  She beamed at him, her pretty pink mouth wide with delight. “Like the dead.”

  He choked in laughter. “We would have preferred you to say something else.”

  “Yeah, well.” She rolled a shoulder and took a step toward him to buss him on the cheek. “Like what? That I’m well-rested? Hungry? Happy?”

  “Sure. Just like that.” He took his due, then watched her give Will and Harry smackers on their cheeks. Was she happy? Content? What is the deal here, Cara, baby? We need to know.