by Lynn Stark
The server appeared after a long absence. He smiled at them, nodding as he spied the sparkling ring now on her finger. After congratulating them he took their orders and disappeared again.
With a hand on Grayson’s and Roarke’s thighs, she began stroking. She glanced at Roarke through her lashes. “So, we’re playing ‘Ride the Cowboy’ tonight. Sounds like fun.”
Roarke groaned. “Oh, baby, shush. Now my cock is hard and…”
In one slinky move which surprised even Marley, she toed off her shoes, grabbed her tearstained napkin, and disappeared under the table. Completely ignoring the men’s shocked protests, she kneeled on the napkin then reached beneath the hem of the linen tablecloth until she found Roarke’s belt buckle. Once it was undone she carefully but efficiently lowered his zipper. Within moments she had his cock out of his slacks and in her mouth.
Stroking the underside with the flat of her tongue, she rubbed the sensitive plane until the man’s body was a twisting, jerking mess. She could hear his moans and hoped no one outside the alcove could do so. Otherwise they might get tossed out on their ears.
Pulling back, she lapped at the tip, savoring the taste of the salty droplets of pre-cum. His warm, musky male scent filled her nostrils. The powerful thighs held her close as she stroked his cock and loved it thoroughly until he began fucking her mouth. She hollowed her cheeks, creating a vacuum, humming her pleasure as she felt his shaft harden into velvet-covered steel against the softness of her lips.
Then he was coming, his semen jetting hotly over her tongue. Marley moaned her pleasure as she licked him clean. Once she was finished she moved enough so she was between Grayson’s thighs. She pressed his knees apart and moved in for the kill. Strong hands made a weak attempt to stop her, but she brushed them aside as she undid his slacks and released what Roarke fondly called his ruby-headed monster.
It was a monster, too. Marley swirled her tongue around the wide head, darting the tip of it into the slit, licking away the heavy droplets of cum.
Reality hit the pause button as the waiter entered the alcove with their salads. Marley tried not to laugh as she froze with Grayson’s cock halfway in her mouth. Feeling decidedly naughty, as if she weren’t being naughty enough, she slid her hand into his pants and began stroking his balls. She resumed sliding her mouth down his cock, working as much of it into her mouth as she could. It was a difficult angle and she didn’t have much room.
The waiter asked if they wanted ice water and if they needed more rolls or breadsticks. Oh, the wicked, wicked man. He knew she was under the table. He was tormenting Roarke and Grayson.
Roarke answered the man, his voice all but a croak. “No, we’re good.”
“I forgot to ask if you wanted mushrooms on your steaks. How ’bout it, Roarke?”
“No thanks.”
“And you, Grayson?”
“No,” Grayson said, his voice strained. “I’m good without.”
“What about onions? They’re very good.”
“No. No onions,” the two men groaned in unison.
“Your drinks are low. Would you like me to bring you another drink?”
“Yes, please do that,” Roarke told the man. There was definitely suppressed laughter in his voice. He was about to lose it, which made her own laughter escape. Powerful thighs clamped on her. She pulled back, covering her mouth with her hand.
“And the lady? Would she like another margarita?”
“Yes, bring her another.”
Despite it all, Grayson’s cock was as large and throbbing as it had been in the beginning. Obviously the fear of being outted was not enough of a deterrent. Once the waiter was gone his thighs relaxed. She swallowed his cock, licking and sucking until his hips were bucking. A moment later strong fingers slid into her hair, holding her close as he fucked her mouth in shallow strokes. When his cock hardened against her swollen lips, she sucked the head hard, flicking her tongue rapidly over the slit until spurt after spurt of salty cum was coating her tongue. Swallowing rapidly, she savored every drop until his cock began softening and slipped from between her lips.
It was rather anticlimactic when a napkin was handed to her. Marley wiped her mouth then shimmied out from under the table when a large hand took her by the arm, obviously letting her know it was safe to come out.
A comb through her hair, smoothing hands over her dress, and she was presentable. She didn’t look at either man until after she had taken a drink of the untouched margarita on the table.
“Wow, that’s just what I needed,” she gasped, setting it back down. She couldn’t even blame the alcohol for what she had done.
Brazen, wild, Marley had enjoyed every moment of her shamelessness. And she would do it again, too, given the right circumstances. It was all about opportunity and she couldn’t wait until the next one presented itself.
Chapter Fourteen
Grayson led the way into the house. Roarke and Marley were behind him, arms around each other, laughing at some goofy joke Roarke had told her in the car. He always told jokes after he had three beers. It was a side effect of the alcohol, but a harmless one.
He smiled at their silliness as he locked the door securely behind them then closed the heavy drapes. His deputy Cherry Preston wasn’t going to get anything to tease him about tonight. As the two went upstairs he let the dogs outside and went around the downstairs to turn on a couple lights to set the mood.
Warm light bathed the living room. He lit the candles on the mantle and set a match to the kindling in the fireplace. It wasn’t long before a cheerful fire was lit and dancing along the logs.
He and Roarke played “Ride the Cowboy” so much that it didn’t take long to get the room ready. When he was finished he followed them upstairs. He found them in what would now be their room, the huge master which they had been saving for the woman of their dreams, their butterfly. Roarke had Marley in a heated embrace, his mouth crushing hers as he held her tightly to him, his hands stroking over her ass through the clinging yellow dress. His gaze roamed down over her shapely legs to the sparkling green-and-yellow shoes. They should have been gaudy, but they were so well designed they were beautiful. And they added just the right amount of splash to the sexy-as-hell outfit.
“Let me get a taste,” he said, moving forward. Roarke lifted his head and grinned at him. “You don’t look like you’ve gotten kissed enough, butterfly.”
He pushed the thin straps of the dress off her shoulders as he lowered his head to capture her mouth with his. Marley opened her mouth, inviting him to plunder it as he began pushing the dress down her body. He was having a good time, enjoying the taste of her, the feel of her tongue dancing against his, when Roarke made a sharp exclamation of pleasure.
“Fucking beautiful!” he said again, causing Grayson to lift his head and step back. Marley’s yellow dress, now released from between their bodies, slithered down her long legs, leaving her wearing nothing but a very revealing white bra and thong. The shadows of dark areolas could be seen through the opaque fabric. Her nipples were hard, puckered, begging to be tasted. Leaning down, he captured a nipple and began suckling her through the fabric. Slender arms wrapped around his head, holding him close as she began moaning and begging for more. “You should see the rest of this!” Strong hands roamed over her ass and played with the string between the rounded cheeks. “Let go of that nipple and take a look at our beautiful girl.”
Resisting the urge to lock Roarke outside the bedroom so he could continue to pleasure their woman, he straightened and stepped back again, his gaze moving down from the soaked nipple, over the flat belly, to the triangle of white which, like the bra, only teased rather than shielded.
The blue butterfly tattooed on her mound was like a beacon, calling to him. Dropping to his knees, Grayson covered her pussy with his mouth and began sucking on it as he had her nipple. Marley moaned and bucked, pressing her flesh against his mouth, eager for more. He slid his tongue over the fabric, teasing her, and then slid his tong
ue behind the gauzy shield, delving between the delicate, swollen lips of her cream-covered sex.
When he felt her begin to pant he knew she was close to climaxing. He pulled back and heard her moan of protest. Just as he was about to help her over the edge, Roarke said hoarsely, “Lean forward, baby.”
Marley braced herself on Grayson’s broad shoulders. He knew what the other man was going to do as he now kneeled behind her. Her whole body jerked in surprise as their lover found her asshole with his tongue. It didn’t take a genius to know he would probe it with the tip, rimming it, and then probing again until she was a moaning, writhing mess.
Smiling to himself, Grayson, whose head was now between her breasts, reached between the legs she had spread to slip a finger beneath the thong. He began stroking her rigid little clit with his thumb as he inserted a finger into her vagina. She was so wet, her body flowing with hot, creamy juices.
“Oh, fuck!” Marley cried, her body going rigid as a powerful orgasm overtook her. Four strong hands held on to her as she rode it out, her pussy grinding onto his hand, while her ass pressed back onto Roarke’s tongue.
It was one of the hottest things Grayson had ever experienced. But both he and Roarke could say that. With the exception of the past few days when they had given her time, whether she appreciated it or not, to recover, making love to Marley was unlike anything either man had ever known before.
Being together with her brought something new to their relationship, which took it to a level they had never been to before. While they loved one another deeply and the sex between them had always been fantastic, Marley did something special. She completed them. There was no other way to describe it.
Roarke rose from the floor to sweep her up into his arms. He placed her on the bed and began stripping the bra and thong off her, leaving her only in the brilliant shoes.
“You just rest there, baby. I have to go get ready so we can play our game,” Roarke told her, grinning devilishly.
Marley, spread out over the turquoise satin bedspread, didn’t look like she was going to move anytime soon. She just lay there with a goofy grin on her face. Grayson began unbuttoning his shirt, smiling down at her. “You look real comfortable there, butterfly. Do you think you’re going to have enough energy to play with us?”
A soft, sexy laugh escaped her swollen lips, and her blue-green eyes sparkled with naughtiness. “I wouldn’t miss it for the world.”
* * * *
A short time later they were standing naked in the living room. Well, she and Gray were naked. Roarke was wearing Western boots, black leather chaps with fringe down the side of the legs, a red bandana around his throat, and a black felt, Western-style hat.
Her gaze went over him with interest, examining him from head to toe. She took a deep breath and sighed out her pleasure. She believed all hot cowboys should go around in nothing but chaps. His long cock was jutting outward and his balls were hanging in the most tempting manner. She wanted to suck his cock again and play with the heavy sac, but what she wanted even more was to watch Grayson fuck their lover.
With her pussy clenching hard and her puckered nipples aching, Marley was ready for some action. One orgasm just hadn’t been enough. Hell, it hadn’t even taken the edge off. Her eyes opened wide as Grayson went to the closet in the hall and came back with a lariat.
“What’s that for?”
Grayson grinned. Her gaze went over him as well as he readied the rope. His cock was already encased in latex. She was amazed condoms even came in super large. Roarke, she learned, had been wearing a butt plug, something she wished she had thought about earlier. Since she had plans of the naughtiest kind, it would have been a real time-saver.
“We have to rope our wild cowboy first so we can break him to ride.”
“Grayson growing up on a cattle ranch did teach him something,” Roarke joked just before the loop was expertly thrown and he suddenly found his arms tight against his body. Now she knew why they had to be in the living room. No other room she had seen really had the space to accommodate a tossed rope. Roarke “fought” as Grayson pulled, resisting being wrangled, his booted feet trying to find purchase on the hardwood floor.
“Oh, hot damn!” Marley whispered, watching in fascination as Roarke was brought to his knees by the larger man. He was then trussed up so he was kneeling on the floor, his torso resting on the leather couch. Grayson left them alone for a moment. She barely registered the fact. “This is so fucking hot.”
“Here,” Grayson said, getting her attention. “You can’t ride a cowboy without the proper equipment.”
The “proper equipment” turned out to be a strap-on dildo. It wasn’t very large and she was relieved, considering she was a beginner and all. She had never fucked anybody in the ass before and certainly didn’t want to hurt him.
It only took a moment to put it on. She danced around and wiggled her hips, laughing as her “cock” bobbed and weaved. She was pleased to discover it had a mini vibrator attached so it would stroke her clit every time she thrust her “cock” into Roarke’s tight ass. The thought pleased her so much she danced some more.
“You’re in so much trouble,” Grayson told Roarke with a throaty laugh.
Tied as he was, Roarke couldn’t move enough to turn to look to see what she was doing, the brim of the hat completely blinding him.
“Can you teach me to rope? I want to catch him next time.”
“Sure, baby. Now, why don’t you get some lube on that pretty cock of yours while I get our cowboy ready to ride?”
“Sure thing, pardner!” Marley said in a gruff voice, lowering it so she could sound “male.” The bad impersonation was ruined further by a very feminine giggle. “He sure is a mangy varmint. I don’t think we’ll be ridin’ him all that far.”
“Well, ya never know ’bout these here range cowboys,” Grayson responded in his best movie cowboy twang as he walked back and forth behind Roarke, looking him over. The sculptured male buttocks and heavy sac hanging between powerful thighs was a real turn-on. She stared, her breathing quickening as her excitement grew. “They’ve got a lot of spirit even if they do look all broke down. Why don’t ya put this here blindfold on, then we’ll get a bridle on him, see if he can be broke.”
It only got better and better. She took the blindfold from him then quickly took the black hat off so she could slip it over their lover’s eyes. She dropped a light kiss on his forehead before she reached for the bridle with a shaking hand. There was a hard rubber bit which she gently put into his mouth. The very idea of it was turning her on big-time. She could feel the trickle of her pussy juices on the insides of her thighs. The tightening deep inside her was a precursor to something bigger and better. She knew it wouldn’t take much to send her over the edge into a mind-blowing climax.
With the reins draped over Roarke’s broad shoulders, Marley stepped back.
“It’d be best if I ride him first, you being a greenhorn and all,” Grayson said, kneeling on the rug that stretched the length of the couch. He played with the butt plug, wiggling it, twisting and pulling, until Roarke began trying to hump it. “Hold on there, boy! Calm down! No need to work yourself up into a lather.” A large hand patted a firm buttock. “Just calm down there, boy. That’s it.”
Marley held her breath as she turned the vibrator on. With a hand on her “cock” she began stroking gently, each downward thrust causing the vibrator to hit her clit. It sent such a charge of sensation through her womb she couldn’t help but moan. Pinching a nipple between her fingertips, she began pulling and twisting as she watched in utter fascination as Grayson pulled the butt plug from Roarke’s ass. The ring of muscle quivered even as lubed fingers pressed into him, dipping and probing until he hit just the right spot.
A low moan of pleasure was torn from Roarke’s throat as Grayson stroked his prostate. She watched in awe, her pussy quivering, as the fingers were withdrawn and the wide head of a cock was introduced. Her breath caught in her throat as she watc
hed inch after inch disappear into Roarke’s tight ass. Both men groaned their pleasure as Grayson bottomed out.
They took a moment just then, neither man obviously wanting it to end too soon.
Then Roarke bucked back against the man riding him. Grayson grabbed the reins, holding them tight, before slapping their lover’s taut ass.
“You’re a wild one. I’m going to have to show ya who’s boss around here, ya mangy varmint.”
One hot breath later and Grayson was fucking Roarke as hard and as fast as he could. The two of them together, playful and lusty, were searing every neuron in her brain as she watched with wide, amazed eyes. The wild cowboy thrust back, seemingly trying to unseat his rider.
Grayson held on, determination on his face. Sweat beaded on the two hard male bodies. Marley could feel an orgasm coming on. She shoved her cock as far back as it would go. The vibrator hit her clit and she came, screaming, her body trembling as she collapsed to her knees beside Grayson.
He followed a moment later, roaring his pleasure as he pumped his cock in and out of Roarke’s ass with wild, erratic strokes. When Grayson moved away he motioned for her to take his place. Taking a deep breath, Marley slid her cock gently into Roarke’s eager body.
The ride Roarke gave her was a good one. Her cock slid in and out of him, obviously hitting him in just the right spot with every inward stroke because his moans became almost one continuous sound. With the small vibrator stroking her clit and vibrating the shaft, she knew it wouldn’t be long before they came. The whole game was so hot there was no way she could hold off. Hell, she didn’t even want to try!
Grabbing Roarke by his narrow hips, Marley began to fuck him faster, but with great care. She was still unsure just how rough she could be. Not that she wanted rough. She just wanted to give them both as much pleasure as could possibly be achieved.
A low moan of pleasure left her lips when a big warm body pressed up behind hers. Huge hands covered her bouncing breasts, strong fingers rolling her nipples. Closing her eyes, Marley let her head fall back onto Grayson’s shoulder. She fucked Roarke. She soaked up Grayson’s touch.
