Cole, Kaliana - Tag and Release [Liberty Springs, Wyoming 3] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Kaliana Cole

  Luke grinned widely. “Like orgasms on demand?”

  “There is that, but I was thinking cold beer and hot bodies—that’s about all a girl needs besides her truck.”

  “Well, I hate to disappoint you, honey, but we’re out of beer.”

  “I know. That’s why I was availing myself of the second.” Casey reached out and ran her hand up his back. “Are you gonna bring your hot body down here for me to play with, too?”

  “I’ve learned that’s a dangerous practice.”

  “I’ll be gentle with you, Brode. I promise.” Casey felt dwarfed as he stretched out beside her in a mirror image of his brother. They were both propped on their elbows, looming over her in the flickering light of the fire. One light, one dark, but both so much man.

  She reached up, sliding her hands along the strong lines of their jaws. Luke’s bristles were longer and softer, while Brody’s fresh regrowth was so smooth one way and like the rough tongue of some great cat the other. Her palms slid to the backs of their necks and she inexorably drew them closer. She lifted her head and kissed Brody unhurriedly, letting him feel the hunger building within her before turning to Luke. She was still licking Brody’s taste from her lips when Luke got sick of waiting and claimed her mouth. He still didn’t hurry, but the laziness was gone.

  Casey turned back to Brody. “I really hope you were a little boy-scouty when you packed that bag.”

  “Honey, I’m always prepared.”

  Luke’s choking cough sounded remarkably like “bullshit.” They both ignored him.

  Brody turned away and she heard the zipper of the bag working, and he turned back with a small toiletry bag in his hands. “I threw that giant box of rubbers you brought in at the last minute, just in case you couldn’t control yourself.”

  “I can’t control myself.”

  “I noticed.”

  Casey plucked the box from his hand and put it aside. Everyone was wearing entirely too many clothes. She figured the quickest way to get them naked was to get that way herself. She was half-right. By the time she got hers off, Luke was naked. Brody was still sitting there staring. She rose to her knees and took hold of his tank, ripping it off over his head. The sight of his magnificent body bared in the firelight brought her to a halt. She wasn’t sure how long she sat there and stared, but Luke eventually interrupted. “Get your gear off, Brode. You’ve struck her dumb with that chest again.”

  Casey blinked and turned away, concerned she had offended Luke. His smile assured her otherwise. “I’m not bothered, sweetheart. I’ve seen how you ogle my ass every chance you get.”

  She splayed her hands on his chest. It wasn’t as bulky as Brody’s, but Luke’s mouthwatering, sculpted muscles were made for a woman to score nails down and sink teeth into. A body built for pleasure. He bent and met her halfway for a kiss, and Casey slid her hands down his lean flanks and grabbed his gorgeous ass with both hands. It was perfect. Full and firm and tight enough to bounce quarters off of.

  Brody’s heat reached her before the touch of his body, giving her half a breath to brace for the devastating impact of being sandwiched between two hard bodies. His chest touched her shoulder blades as his cock branded the cleft of her ass, pushing her into full-body contact with Luke before her. She forgot all about Luke’s kiss as her head rocked back. She felt like a moth caught between two flames, full of the knowledge that they would burn her up but unable to resist their allure.

  Their callused hands caressed her sides from knee to shoulder. She could feel gooseflesh spring up in their wake as her nipples drew into hard little points, scraping against Luke’s chest. Her whole body tightened, yearning for more even while it screamed that the stimulation was already too much. The scrape of teeth along her shoulder grounded her, focused her attention on the here and now.

  Brody dragged his teeth along her shoulder, nipping and bathing her in the warmth of his rough exhalations. Casey’s head fell back against his shoulder, affording him greater access. He trailed his sharp little nips up the side of her neck and teased her tender earlobe.

  “Tell me you like it, baby. Tell me you can’t get enough of being pinned between us.” His voice was as rough as his palms against her quivering flanks and just as arousing.

  “Nothing feels this good. Nothing.”

  “I think we can make it better yet, sweetheart.” Luke kissed her, licking along her bottom lip, before lowering his head even further.

  Her hands fisted in Luke’s hair as his mouth found her aching breasts. His curls were stiff from the water, a texture that urged her to squeeze and tug. His mouth was hot and wet as it made love to her breasts. He licked, kissed, and suckled as if he couldn’t get enough of them. The wet sounds of his mouth working her tender flesh rang clear in the summer night air, sexy noises interspersed with the hungry growls rumbling from two male chests. Casey knew there were sighs and moans from her own throat joining the erotic symphony, but she was too far lost to lust to care.

  The iron-hard thickness of Brody’s cock rocked back and forth in the crease of her ass, sliding in fluid of its own making. Casey ached to feel it against the slick flesh pounding between her thighs. Her pussy was dripping wet, pulsing with the need to be touched. She slipped her hand behind her and grasped Brody’s cock, delighting in the deep groan that rumbled through his chest and caressed her back. She arched away from him and tried to tuck him between her thighs so that he would stroke along her slick, fevered flesh, but Brody pulled away at the first blistering contact. Casey felt like crying with frustration, but she limited it to a complaining whimper.

  “What’s the matter, sweetheart?” Luke breathed against the upper slope of her breast.

  “Brody won’t touch me.”

  She heard the sound of foil being ripped. “I’m just suiting up, baby. I’ll be right back.”

  Her frustrated body wanted to hear none of his excuses. She took hold of Luke’s hand and pushed it lower, leading him to her core. The way his fingers slid so freely over her pussy lips took her by surprise. She had known she was wet, but damn!

  “Fuck! You’re so wet. You feel like you’re melting all over me, sweetheart. Stop mucking about, Brode. Casey wants it all and she wants it now.” He nuzzled at her jaw. “Tell me what you want.”

  “I want everything.” She wanted them both so deep inside her again that she couldn’t tell who was doing what.

  “Let me get a rubber, baby.” Luke rustled around at the bag. “Where’s the lube, Brode?”

  “I thought we wouldn’t be doing anything to need it.”

  “Boy Scout my fuckin’ ass.” Casey had to giggle at the disgust in Luke’s tone. “Sorry, sweetheart. We’ll have to stick to vanilla tonight. We’re not doing anything to hurt you.”

  Why was it that being told you couldn’t have something just made you crave it more? Casey wanted the heat of both men surrounding her, to feel them take control of her body as only they knew how. She seized Luke’s hair and drew him closer. “Do what you want to me. You’ve been pleasing me all day—it’s time to please yourself.” She felt him freeze, as if he held himself in check. “Tell me what you want.” She looked into his eyes, only inches away, lit by the dancing flames. She could see his hesitation. “Please.”

  “I want to take you from behind, but with the way I’m built, some women say it hurts.”

  “Let me try.” Casey released his hair and turned in the circle of his arms.

  Brody sat back on his heels, his gaze heavy as he watched her in his brother’s arms. Luke tucked in against her back, his latex-clad shaft slipping easily between her wet thighs, and Brody was lost from view as her eyes closed at the sultry contact. He held her upright, with one arm splayed up between her breasts and the other low across her hips. He rocked back and forth in the copious nectar slicking her pussy, fanning the fire and making her wild to feel him slide into the aching emptiness of her cunt.

  “You tell me if it hurts, sweetheart. The last thing I want to do is cause y
ou pain.” He lifted her a fraction higher, and his cockhead butted against her arousal-drenched gate. He slid in an inch and hissed, “So fuckin’ hot and tight.”

  His arms relaxed, and Casey felt him slide further inside her, but it wasn’t enough. She arched her back, tilting her hips and encouraging him deeper. It was like nothing she had ever felt before. The bend in his shaft made him feel twice as wide as he really was and pushed his cockhead up and down her back wall with every stroke. The decadent caress was reminiscent of having her ass filled with cock, the pressure directed rearward, making her feel so full. If only she could get him deeper it would surely stroke her tailbone. “Let me go.”

  He stopped moving instantly and made to withdraw. Casey sank her nails in to his hip to stop him. “It doesn’t hurt, Luke. I just want you deeper than you can get like this.” She gently unpeeled his arm from her chest and bent forward, pushing back along his cock as she went.

  There was no way in hell she could hold back the moan as his upward-pointing head stroked along her sacrum and sent waves of pure pleasure radiating up her spine. She laid her upper arms down on the sleeping bag beneath her and rested her head on top in a pose of absolute submission. “Slow and deep, Luke. Let me feel you move.”

  Thick and slow he stroked within her. Casey couldn’t hold back her moans anymore than she could stop her hips from rolling to meet each sumptuous thrust. His big hands stroked her, sliding up her back and over the cheeks of her ass, squeezing, stroking, and rubbing. His knees nudged at hers, parting them further, and the kiss of his balls against her engorged clit brought an edge of hunger to the sensual opulence.

  “Harder, Luke. Please. Oh, God…” She trailed off in a groan as the thick slap of flesh meeting flesh heralded his compliance.

  He didn’t rise above the rhythm set by her writhing hips and Casey, lost to the pursuit of pleasure, backed up to him, making his balls mash against her fevered clit with every devastating thrust. Closer and closer orgasm swelled as he shortened his strokes, staying deeper and increasing the unholy feeling of fullness that bombarded her spine, as well as hammering her clit faster and harder. Control of her pleasure was ripped out of her hands as the whirlwind took over. Upward, ever upward, tension buoyed her, had her rising up the face of an endless wave. “Oh, God. More. More, more…”

  Luke slammed into her, and his balls slapped hard into her clit as his cock found the end of her cunt with brutal force. Her mouth opened into a rictus of the sweetest agony as the wave broke and dashed her onto the jagged rocks of ecstasy below. Her body felt as if it were shattered into a million pieces when Luke joined her with a deep, dying bellow. He shuddered against her, grinding deep as her cunt contracted wildly around the flesh impaling it.

  Ever so slowly, the cry died into a low groan and his body relaxed. Luke’s lips touched her shoulder and he wrapped himself around her as her body slowly remade itself in the shelter of his arms. “My God! Sweetheart, that was amazing. Are you okay?” His voice was husky and breathless against her back.

  “Lord, yes. When can we do that again?” Casey couldn’t keep the purr out of her voice.

  Luke’s chuckle vibrated right through her. “One day when I’ve recovered enough to walk and Brody isn’t waiting to love you, too.”

  Casey opened her eyes. She had forgotten all about Brody. He kneeled back out of the way, his big hands gripping his thighs as if to hold himself still. His cock rose straight and hard, but his face was tender despite the sensual hunger in his eyes. The flickering firelight played across his powerful body. He looked like a primitive warrior, an alpha male in his prime.

  His gaze was magnetic, pulling her in. Luke kissed her shoulder and gently withdrew as she rose up on her hands. His hand gave her ass one last gliding caress as she crawled, boneless, toward his brother.

  * * * *

  Brody watched Casey crawl toward him like some pale, lithe cat hell-bent on seduction. He sat back and let her come to him. Her palms were hot and strong against his thighs, and he watched her run her hands, ghostly white, up their dark, muscled length. The blue of her eyes was muted by the shadows of night, but he knew she watched her hands’ progress as surely as he did. They feathered over his hips and glided up his sides. His lats trembled beneath her touch, dancing under his skin, and his chest clenched in anticipation as she moved inexorably closer to his pecs. Her fingers fanned out hungrily just as he had known they would, swirling and kneading like a cat in its bed as she tested the meaty, hair-spattered resilience beneath her palms.

  His nipples drew into hard little points beneath her caress. He normally didn’t allow a woman to play with them, had a real aversion to them being singled out for attention, but beneath Casey’s touch, the sensations spread outward, firing his blood rather than making his skin crawl.

  The firelight played over one side of her face as she rose up, her hunger painted in the sensual slackness of her ruby lips. He wanted to seize her, to conquer her and make her his, but he dug his fingers in tighter on his thighs and waited her out. He needed her to come to him, to take what he offered and make demands of her own. She wasn’t getting a chance to say that it was only sex again.

  Warm breath and silken lips caressed the stubble on his chin. His gaze stayed heavy upon her half-closed eyes as she made her heated way to his mouth. He was dying to taste her, to have her strong body crushed to his and her mouth a willing sacrifice to his lust, but he ruthlessly held himself back as she laid wet, little kisses against his lower lip. Her hands slid to his shoulders and she lifted higher. Her lips pressed to his top lip, bestowing hot pinpoints of pleasure as she strung kiss after kiss along its length. Then her tongue darted out, a hot, slick spear of passion, and flicked beneath the bow.

  His arms sprang up to hold her close before he’d even known they’d moved. She was all feminine strength and satiny curves, twining her body about his like a briar rose—a sweet-scented wild beauty with plenty of thorns. Brody felt her wrapping around his heart as surely as her thighs clasped his flanks. Casey was well and truly under his skin now.

  “Kiss me like you mean it, Brody.” Her ragged whisper rose above their fevered breathing.

  Like he meant it? He’d never meant something so much in all his life. He couldn’t hold back the animalistic growl that trickled through his throat as his lips took charge of hers. He kissed her slow and deep, imbuing it with every bit of burgeoning emotion he felt. He felt her struggle, as if she was trying to deny the eloquent message he was sending her. You’re mine, Casey, my everything. Let me love you. Let me give you everything that I am.

  Amusement rose, along with a healthy kick of lust, when she tried to take his loving kiss and make it something else. She drew on his tongue, encouraging it into the hot welcome of her mouth, and suckled rhythmically. Unbidden, the picture of her sucking his cock flashed in his mind’s eye. He quashed it immediately. That was just what the wench wanted. He took back possession of his tongue and she bit him, again. His lip throbbed and the metallic taste of blood drifted faintly across his tongue. Fuck, she has sharp teeth!

  “That’s nasty, honey. What’s the matter? Don’t you like my kiss?”

  She lifted her hips, going in search of his cock standing thick and proud against his belly, but her held her still, pinning her against the throbbing organ. She writhed and made desperate, frustrated noises that tugged at his balls and shot up his spine. Her slick pussy lips kissed the head of his covered shaft, branding him with the allure of her slick heat. “Do you want me to make love to you, Casey? Want to feel it deep inside you?”

  “Shut up and fuck me, Brody!”

  He ignored Luke’s loud snort of laughter. “No. I’m gonna love you, honey, slow and deep.”

  He pushed into the blistering, sodden paradise of her tight cunt. Even well-loved by his brother, her muscles flickered as they stretched around his girth. He sheathed himself fully, in one long steady thrust, and his balls kissed her ass as her eyes opened wide, only inches away and on a level
with his. He’d never known such devastating intimacy.

  But neither had Casey, if the way she shut her eyes and averted her head was any indication. “Look at me, Casey! Look at me and I’ll fuck you as deep and hard as you like it. If you look away I’m gonna stop.” Slits of darkness appeared between her shadowed lashes “That’s it, honey. Hang on to me now.”

  Brody leaned forward, lowering her back to the soft cloth beneath them and blanketing her. He’d never had such a tall partner, one that he could be deep inside and kiss without bending his spine in half. Or one strong enough that he didn’t have to hold every ounce of his weight up off her. He slid one of his thighs to the outside of hers and encouraged her other thigh to his hip. He sank to one elbow and, looking into her eyes, began to move.

  Her whole body caressed him, her silken skin slid against him, her diamond-hard nipples felt like points of fire as they rubbed his chest. Her strong hands kneaded the muscles of his back and shoulders and the scorching grip of her clenching cunt set his cock aflame, but it was her tentative gaze that held him captive.

  Uncertainty and trepidation warred with passion as she searched his face. He tried to put all the surety, all the conviction, all the rightness he felt in his heart into his eyes as he stroked hard and deep, finding the end of her with every measured thrust. Her head tilted back and only the glimmer of reflected flames let him know she still complied with his edict, but then her tongue swept her lips and he dropped his gaze and kissed her.

  He supped at her lips, heartfelt dips and tastes in time with the deep thrusts that took him to her molten core. Desire-filled emotion entwined with raw intimacy, building an inferno within Brody, not just of carnality, but of heart and soul as well.

  “Look at me Casey, see what it means to me,” he pleaded, unable to prevent his body from picking up the pace. He wanted to see the rapture building on her face erupt into ecstasy, watch pleasure drive all thought from her mind, but Casey was refuting his claim. She shook her head, the denial clear to see.