The Climax Montana Complete Collection

by Reece Butler

  “Ow!” She struggled but Matt easily held her down.

  “There’s my handprint!” he crowed. “She pinks up great.”

  Matt did the same to her other cheek, and she jerked again, releasing a gush of fluid. As her feet were apart it was easy for Matt to see, feel, and smell her arousal.

  “We’re gonna get you so hot that you’ll beg me to grease up your asshole. Then I’m going to slide my cock in when you scream for more.”

  Chapter Thirty-Four

  The feel of Nikki’s smooth, pink cheek under his calluses damn near made Matt come on the spot. He would have if he hadn’t just exploded in the biggest orgasm of his life. When he was seventeen he’d thought sex was the reason for life, closely followed by winning rodeo buckles. Quantity mattered more than quality.

  Man, was he wrong!

  He’d never forget his first view of this woman, legs spread as she waited for him, her pussy all swollen and pink. Or the way she’d clamped down hard when he came for what seemed like hours. And, of course, the view of his handprint on the white of her ass.

  There were a heck of a lot more things he wanted to remember forever, and sinking his cock between her plump cheeks was at the top of his to-do list.

  But she needed time to get used to the idea. That meant he needed patience to spread her wide without causing her pain. She’d get a few twinges until she got used to taking them there, but that might give her an edge of pleasure. Considering how she’d creamed when he spanked her, she liked a touch of pain to keep her focused.

  Eric tossed him the lube. He easily caught it one-handed. He had to use the other one to hold her wriggling body. Eric posed Nikki with her head down and her ass up. Her knees touched his right thigh. Her sweetly scented back end was just below the level of his chest. Her thighs glistened with the fluid causing that scent. If he hadn’t used a condom, some of his swimmers would be mixed in. But he would never do something like that. He wanted Nikki in his life from now on. Getting her pregnant by accident, or even worrying about it happening, would mess things up.

  He trailed his index finger down her spine. She twitched when he hit ticklish spots. Her breath hitched when he reached the place between her sacral dimples. He and Eric shared a nod. This was a spot to investigate further. Eric handed him a latex glove, then pressed her cheeks apart. Matt pulled on the tight glove, now ready to explore her inside.

  He squeezed a dollop of lube on her tight brown rosette. The lube was still cool from outside, and she tightened up. He put his finger on it and rubbed in a circle. As she relaxed a thin ring of pink appeared.

  Bingo!

  He used his little finger to start. It slid in no problem, right past the first knuckle. He twisted it, and she made a cute sound in her throat that made his cock jump in agreement. He switched fingers, moving to the longest one. Again, it entered her easily. After a few minutes, he added the finger beside it. He twisted them against each other. She pushed up and moaned, making his fingers go deeper.

  “You like having my fingers in your ass, don’t you sweetheart?”

  She didn’t speak, but her forehead moved, rasping against the cushion.

  He took his time, adding more until he had three fingers in her, twisting and pulsing. By this time she was groaning and twitching, and his cock was ready for round two.

  “You want me now, sweetheart?” he asked. “Right here?” He pressed his fingers apart, stretching her even more.

  “Oh, yes,” she moaned.

  He pulled his hand out, turning the glove inside out as he tugged it off. It went over his shoulder. Eric lifted Nikki off his lap and set her on the bed. He posed her with her head down and beautiful ass up, then tossed him a round condom package. It wasn’t one he was used to but at this point he didn’t give a damn. He realized how it was different when he smoothed the condom over him without it making his cock feel like it was a sausage in a tight casing.

  “Where’d you get these?” he asked.

  “Nikki got them as samples.”

  “Thank you, Doc. Feels a lot better not to have the blood cut off.”

  She turned her head to the side. Her ears were as red as his handprint. “You’re welcome. But are you going to use them, or talk all night?”

  “Nikki,” warned Eric. She gave him a mulish look before settling into position again with her face hidden.

  Matt crawled onto the bed beside her. Something was missing, and he was going to fix it. He gently moved her until she lay on her back. God, she was all woman! Her breasts, double handfuls, flowed to her sides. She was all pink and blonde, with bright blue eyes. Her toenails were the color of raspberries. He loved raspberries. But that was for later.

  “How about a kiss?” he asked.

  “A kiss?” She looked at him in confusion. He winked, and smiled.

  “I wanted to kiss you after our dance, but I knew if I touched you for another second I’d never be able to get in that truck and drive.”

  “You wanted to kiss me?”

  She was so damn beautiful. Beautiful, and smart, and everything that he wasn’t. But, thanks to Eric, she was in his bed, wanting him.

  “Sweetheart, I’ve wanted to kiss you, and more, since I saw you in the mercantile.”

  “But, that was months ago!” Her faint eyebrows drew together. “Why didn’t you say anything? Or do something? You ran away from me!”

  He nodded, and cupped the side of her face, just for a moment. He had to touch her, but not in a place where his cock would control his brain.

  “You scare the hell out of me, Doc,” he admitted. “I’m just a dumb cowboy, a man who rides a horse to push cattle around. I don’t spell good, don’t like reading, and can’t talk about much other than cattle, horses, and ranching. But the minute I saw you, I wanted you. Not just for sex, though that’s a dang good way to spend time.”

  He couldn’t help the grin, which grew even more when she gave him a pout in return. It faded as fast as it came.

  “I know you said you didn’t want to get hitched. But I’m hoping me and Eric can change your mind.” He held up his hand when she opened her mouth. “But that’s not something for now.”

  He’d kissed a heck of a lot of women in his time. Even if he just counted the ones at the rodeos, there’d been dozens. He’d had no problem diving in. This was different. He cared about Nikki. More than he’d ever thought possible. Having her in his bed, wanting him, made his heart pound almost as much as when they’d exploded together. Now that he’d had a touch of her, the thought of her leaving was almost more than he could bear.

  “Mind if I kiss you now?”

  Her smile dazzled him. She reached her arms around his neck. “I thought you’d never ask.”

  It was Nikki who pulled him down, but he was the one who took charge. His lips were chapped from hours in the sun, but hers were soft. Soft and so delicious. He groaned and delved deeper. She was shy at first, but suddenly she relaxed and let him take his fill. It wasn’t enough. He pulled back. Her blue eyes blinked up at him. Her swollen lips looked a lot like the other ones he’d tasted. He brushed his hand through her short, fine hair. It felt like the fringe on his great-grandmother’s silk shawl.

  “You ready for me, sweetheart?” he asked. “I’ll be careful.”

  “Don’t be too careful,” she replied, almost growling as she stared intently up at him. “Make it feel good!”

  Her eager demand when straight to his cock. He helped her roll over and up onto her knees. Her pink-and-white, well-curved ass beckoned him. The breasts, so full they rested on the bed even though she was braced on her elbows, called to his hands.

  “I got it,” said Eric. He lay beside Nikki on his side, face-to-face with her. He kissed her cheek, then rolled her nipple. She gasped, eyes closed, face contorted.

  Matt took the lube and covered his cock. He put more on her rosette, even though she was slick with sweet pussy juice. He set his knees between hers, opening her up. God, he’d never seen anything so…H
e didn’t have the words for it.

  Nikki, knees spread, waiting eagerly for his cock to fill her ass. Eric playing with her nipples and clit, teasing and arousing her. He took a mental snapshot and guided his hard, throbbing cock with his hand. Eric whispered instructions to Nikki. When he saw the ring of pink appear, he pressed against her tight ring.

  That first inch almost killed him. She groaned. He looked up in panic, but Eric motioned for him to continue. His brother worked her clit, making her gasp and giving him another inch.

  “You are so tight, and hot. So beautiful,” he murmured.

  With his cock in place, he had full use of his hands. He took over her clit from Eric. His fingertips weren’t very sensitive because of his calluses, so he was very careful at first. He circled around the nub of flesh, then followed the channels beside her hood and down between her inner and outer lips.

  There was a ridge there, one that made her inhale and hiss when he vibrated his fingers over it. As he worked his fingers, he pressed his hips forward, slowly sinking into her. He waited until he was halfway before looking.

  The sight almost made him come, right there. His thick, purple cock in its latex sheath disappeared into her red-rimmed hole. This woman, a highly-educated medical doctor, wanted his cock inside her. Not only wanted, had demanded it!

  He didn’t deserve her. He knew it, no matter what Eric said. But dammit, he would enjoy Doctor Nikki Meshevski while he could, and give her as much pleasure as she’d allow.

  * * * *

  Nikki listened to Eric’s soft instructions and words of encouragement as Matt’s cock stretched her tissues. The light edge of pain sent everything else but this moment from her brain. It wasn’t as much pain, as it was a sense of fullness. Matt’s fingers played with her clit, exploring and teasing. Eric’s touch on her breasts and nipples, his kisses, and his words, inflamed her. There was so much sensation, in every part of her body, that she could do nothing but exist.

  She was aroused, hot, aching, needy, breathless…It was all jumbled up. All parts of the whole. All wonderful.

  Matt’s testicles flapped against her pussy, adding yet another sensation. She distantly heard his hoarse rasps over the blood swishing through her ears and Eric’s rough breaths. He pulled back, then sank into her again.

  Why hadn’t she realized the millions of nerve endings that existed in a human’s anus? Why had no one taught her that, while a woman’s vagina contained nerves, so did the passage a fraction of an inch to the other side?

  “You doin’ okay, sweetheart?” asked Matt.

  “Mmmm,” she replied before Eric kissed her again.

  A mouth on hers, hands and fingers on her breasts, pinching her nipples, one playing with her clit, Matt’s cock in her bottom…all added together to create a swirl of white-hot need. The swirl kept tightening as her orgasm neared. She knew it was coming, and eagerly anticipated it.

  “Don’t you dare come until I give the word.”

  “What?”

  She opened her eyes. Eric’s face, darkly serious, stared back. “You heard me.”

  “But, how can I stop it?”

  His only answer was an intense look that almost pushed her over the edge. She fought the tightening, but this was all so new to her. She craved release, not knowing how many more she’d have before they left her, or even if she’d have another.

  “Trust me, Nikki,” said Eric. “I know what you need. Wait until my order.”

  She grimaced, fighting their touches, their caresses, their fingers and mouths and cocks doing things to make her come.

  “Oh, God, yes!” roared Matt as he pumped deep inside her.

  She cried out, needing to come so bad it felt like she’d die if she didn’t.

  “Now!” ordered Eric.

  A tidal wave of intense pleasure hauled her up into the sky, twisting and turning her. Lightning flashed, zapping through her body, making her body arch and tighten. Every muscle spasmed, clamping down in exquisite release. Someone screamed, a bull elk bellowed, and then everything went black.

  Chapter Thirty-Five

  Nikki came slowly out of a deep, contented sleep. Deep breathing behind her, too quick to be that of a sleeping man, warned her she wasn’t alone in the giant bed. She knew without opening her eyes that it was Matt who lay beside her, awake, alert, and aroused. Eric, when in the same state, produced an almost electric buzz which coursed just under her skin, warning her of his lusty intentions. Matt generated the energy of a lazy feline, one well-fed and not wishing to kill. Instead he was amused and very much wishing to play.

  Various small aches reminded her of the vigorous time they’d enjoyed before she fell asleep between them like the filling in a cowboy sandwich. While Eric was a demanding, sometimes forceful lover, Matt was smooth and caring, mindful more of her desires than his own. She didn’t think it was just good manners from barely knowing each other. No, it was likely his inborn personality.

  As he couldn’t see her face, she let a small, contented smile emerge. They made a good pair, one commanding and the other bashful. It was sweet, really, how Matt wanted to please her. He wasn’t shy as much as hesitant, unsure of harming her. Would that change in time? Would she be with them long enough for change to occur?

  Banish that thought. She would enjoy what she had with them, for as long as it lasted.

  She was about to open her eyes and let him know she was awake when the sheet, pulled high enough to cover her breasts, began to move. The corners of her mouth curved up. He thought himself the clever cowboy, did he? It slid easily at first, but the thicker, folded edge caught between her nipple and her folded arm.

  What would he do now? Let her sleep, or wake her with a morning welcome?

  In spite of the twinges from the night before, her pussy swelled in appreciation. He tugged, and the sheet rasped over her well-used nipple. The attention, and cool air, made it crinkle in response. That set her pussy into stage two, flooding her in eagerness. She wanted his attention, wanted to see what he would do. But he couldn’t reach her unless she opened up.

  She sighed and rolled onto her back, fighting to keep her face calm as if still sleeping. Both breasts were now exposed, as well as a good portion of her stomach. His breath hitched, he made a sound suspiciously like a growl, and moved closer. He did it slowly and carefully, obviously trying not to disturb her. His eyes must be focused on her breasts, as she couldn’t keep a hint of a smile from forming. She banished it quickly, wanting to see what he would do.

  The bed dipped by her right shoulder. He must be leaning on his elbow, or perhaps his palm as his breath rose over her. A few seconds later the tip of a warm, wet tongue touched her nipple. He blew lightly on it. The air movement both chilled and aroused her, making the hard nub crinkle even tighter.

  She felt him shift just before his mouth closed over her entire breast. He pressed her nipple against the roof of her mouth, rasping his teeth lightly against it as he released her. For a second she was cold, then his hand covered her breast.

  “Mmm, more,” she murmured, as if just waking.

  “Like that, do you?”

  “I’m not sure. Maybe you should do it again. You can nibble, Matt, but no biting, please.”

  “How’d you know it was me, and not Eric?”

  “You’ve got amazing calluses. When you run them over my skin, it’s like a cat’s tongue.”

  She couldn’t tell him that she was hyperaware of everything about the two men. It would make him think she wanted him too much. She did want him, very much, but her mother’s legacy ran in her veins. When a man knew a woman wanted him, heart and soul and body, he had the means to control, and destroy her.

  “A cat’s tongue?” He did it again, waking every nerve between her chin and belly. “In a good way, I hope.” She finally opened her eyes. Dark brown ones, only a few inches away, speared her with their intensity. He might seem to be relaxed, but he was coiled tight. Was it just because he was aroused sexually? Or was there more
to it? She pushed the thought away.

  His eyes opened wide, as if a thought had just struck. “Does that make you a sex kitten?”

  “Aren’t I too big to be a kitten?”

  The tight wrinkles around his mouth and eyes relaxed.

  “You’ll never be too big for me, Nikki.” She heard, and saw, caring and even a touch of reverence. “Kittens come in all sizes. House cats are cute and cuddly, but give me a tiger kitten any day.” He absently fondled her breast. “I like that you have claws, and will use them.”

  A sudden memory flashed through her. Heat rose in embarrassment at how she’d bucked under him, clawing his back as she pulled him tighter, demanding more.

  “I didn’t mean to scratch you. It was—”

  “Wonderful, Nikki,” he said, finishing her sentence with something quite different than the apology she wanted to offer. A faint tinge of red on his ears suggested he was a bit shy about it.

  “You don’t mind?”

  “Mind?” He shook his head. “I love that you wanted me so bad you marked me.” He grinned like a schoolboy caught in a prank. A moment later the sheet was on the floor, and she was fully open to his view. “You got marked last night as well.” He traced a line of fire across her belly to her right hip. “I remember Eric biting you here. You might get a bruise from that.”

  A jolt of arousal hit her with the memory. That bite, as Matt surged into her, had put her over the edge into a massive orgasm. Again.

  “Oh, so you remember that,” he murmured as heat rose up her body. “You’re almost as red now as you were when you came for the…” He frowned, dramatically making a statement. “Was that the fourth time? Or the fifth?”

  She laughed, caught his hand as it snuck closer to her pussy.

  “I want more of you, Matt Frost, but I’m sore. Give me breakfast, a long soak in a hot bath, and then we can continue this.” She remembered they were at the ranch. “Or do you have to go do chores?”