by Tyler, Paige
Ked reached around from behind to cup her breasts and give them a gentle squeeze. “Don't worry, sugar. We're not stopping. We're just giving you a chance to catch that breath of yours. Wouldn't do to have you passing out now that we've really got you going.”
Releasing her breasts, he whirled her around so fast she would have spun in a complete circle if he hadn't grabbed a hold of her belt buckle to stop her. An awe-struck expression crossed his face as his gaze traveled down from her face to linger on her breasts, which just so happened to be heaving a bit at the moment—purely from the excitement of the situation, of course—and back up to lock on her eyes.
“Damn, sugar. You are one gorgeous woman. Seeing you like this definitely makes all the waiting worthwhile.”
She told herself she wasn't going to blush, though she wasn't sure if she succeeded. “Thank you.”
He gave her buckle a tug. She thought he was going to pull her in for another kiss—he certainly wouldn’t have gotten any complaints from her—but instead he unbuckled her belt.
While a nervous thrill coursed through her, she couldn't resist throwing a glance over her shoulder at the window all the same.
“You know,” Ked said softly, “if you're nervous about me taking off these tight-ass jeans of yours here, we could always go somewhere else.”
Dallas hesitated. Was she really comfortable with getting completely naked in front of two men she'd just met a couple of hours ago—men who still had every shred of their own clothing on?
Well, it was going to be damn hard to have sex with them if she didn't. And the thought of being on display for these two hunks was developing into a serious turn-on. Besides, when would she ever have a chance to be this outrageously bold again?
She didn't want to make this too easy on them, though. Men needed to know they had to work hard to get a woman naked.
She slanted Ked a flirtatious look, then did the same to Mack. “I suppose that depends on what you plan on doing to me once these jeans come off.”
Mack bent to put his mouth close to her ear. “Have you ever fantasized about what it’d be like to get your pussy licked right here on your own bar?”
Dallas trembled so hard it would have been impossible for the two men to miss it. She wasn't sure what made her react that way—the question itself, or the fact that she’d indeed had that fantasy a good many times.
Ked grinned. “I'll take that as a yes.”
Without another word, he unbuckled her belt, then stood there and watched with a hungry blue eyes as Mack's hands slipped around her waist and settled on the buttons of her jeans. His mouth found her neck again as he slowly and sensually popped one button after the other. With each one, her breathing and pulse quickened, her nipples tingled, and her pussy clenched with need.
Ked let out a husky groan. “Nothing more beautiful than an aroused woman.”
Her calm, cool, I-like-being-watched exterior slipped a little at that and a smile curved her lips. Damn, this guy was good. It was a wonder he had to rope those steers in the rodeo. If he talked to them like that, they'd likely lie down on the ground and stick their feet up in the air for him.
As if unable to help himself, Ked stepped forward and kissed her again just as Mack reached the last button on her jeans—the one she rarely ever bothered to undo and slipped his fingers in her panties.
She shuddered as they slid perfectly into the folds of her pussy.
Even with her jeans unbuttoned, Mack couldn't get his hands as far in as she would have liked. But he definitely made it far enough to make her happy. One finger on either side of her clit and one right over the top of that hyper-sensitive little nub.
And just as she thought, she was damn wet. Mack's fingers felt like he’d coated them with warm sex lube.
She yanked her mouth away from Ked's kiss with a moan. He kissed his way down to her breasts and began to feast.
Her head fell back onto Mack's shoulder of its own accord, and she let herself go, enjoying their touch, but also imagining what it was going to be like—her naked on the bar with two men pleasuring every inch of her body.
Dallas ground her ass back against Mack's erection, adding to the friction going on between her legs at the same time.
Ked's mouth was all over her breasts—sucking, kissing, licking, biting. Every touch was different—and exactly what her body was begging for.
“Oh God, don't stop,” she whimpered. “I'm going to come.”
Some part of her wondered if someone walking by outside could hear her through the window. The bigger part couldn't give a crap.
Mack pulled her back against him even harder, his fingers moving in time with the gyrations of her hips. She felt the tingles build and knew a good one was coming on like a runaway train.
“Oh yeah… That’s it… Right there.”
Ked nipped the tender tips of her breasts exactly the way she needed at that moment to push her over the…
Then suddenly, just like that, both men stopped what they were doing. Mack's hand came out of her panties at the exact same time that Ked's mouth popped off her nipple—like it was a planned move.
She screamed in frustration. If anyone passing by had missed her earlier moaning before, they sure as hell wouldn't have missed that. Her whole body shook from the thwarted orgasm.
“What the hell was that?” she demanded.
She probably would have advanced on Ked—or whirled on Mack—if the dark-haired cowboy hadn’t still been holding her.
“That was foreplay, sweetheart,” Mack drawled in her ear. “If you'll remember, I asked you if you'd ever fantasized about getting your pussy licked on the bar, not getting finger-fucked while standing in front of it.”
The amusement in his deep voice was enough to make her want to turn around and deck him.
Until Ked stepped forward and distracted her by grabbing her jeans.
“Now let's get these off so I can lick that pussy of yours.” He gave her a slow, sexy smile. “I promise you won't be sorry.”
Dallas had half a mind to tell him to go find another pussy to lick, but she was too desperate to come to stand on principle at the moment. She reminded herself that if she had a chance to get back at them, she sure as hell would.
Both men worked together to peel her tight jeans over her hips, then Ked lifted her up onto the bar. As soon as Mack yanked off her boots, Ked pulled off her jeans and stripped off her panties. They were damn smooth about it, too, making it difficult to believe they’d never done this threesome thing together before.
Dallas sat there the bar, completely naked and horny as hell, while two frustratingly smug cowboys looked her over like a dessert tray at the buffet restaurant down the street.
She narrowed her eyes at them. “If you two make me wait one more minute, I'm going behind this bar for my shotgun.”
Ked chuckled. “Wouldn't dream of it.”
Taking her hand, he spun her around so she was sitting parallel with the length of the bar, then jumped up on it with her and positioned himself between her legs in a matter of seconds. She felt like a calf being taken down like a well-trained cowboy—which Ked obviously was.
Mack leaned over and slipped his arm underneath her shoulders to cradle her head and neck. She wondered briefly how the two cowboys decided who’d lick her first. No words had passed between them, and she sure as heck didn't see them doing rock, paper, scissor.
Yet another indication that perhaps they were more team-oriented than they’d let on.
Ked spread her legs wide and wiggled closer, licking his lips in anticipation. She had to admit she was a little eager herself—okay more than a little—she ached to feel his tongue on her pussy and clit. With the way the two of them had revved her up just minutes ago, it wouldn't take much to send her into orbit.
If they didn't decide she needed more foreplay.
Hating the mere thought of more torture like that, she reached down to shield her pussy just as Ked was about to dive in. He looked up
at her curiously.
“No more teasing,” she warned. “I want you to lick me until I scream—with pleasure this time. Got it, cowboy?”
If Ked had his Stetson on, he probably would have tipped it. “Yes, ma'am. One screaming orgasm coming up.”
Dallas relaxed back into Mack's cradling arm, relieved. She kept her eyes on Ked as he slowly moved the last few inches towards her waiting pussy. Not because she thought he’d tease her anymore, but because she liked to watch a man work down there. She couldn’t help it. There was something so powerfully erotic about seeing a man's tongue slipping and sliding all over her pussy.
Ked casually slid his hands up her inner thighs, pushing her legs even further apart until she was in a position that some might call unladylike. Though what lady really cared what she looked like at a moment such as this? Once he had her legs suitably spread, he urged her knees back toward her chest a little bit. Then he looked up at her, his eyes hungry. Her breath hitched and she caught her bottom lip between her teeth. Bring it, cowboy.
He bent his head without warning, dipping his tongue into her pussy.
Dallas jerked at the contact. If Ked hadn’t been holding onto her so tightly, she might have rolled right off the bar. That would have been damn unsexy.
She gripped the edge of the bar as he glided his way up and down her slit. God, that felt good. But not nearly as good as when he plunged his tongue into her wetness. A-maz-ing. She let out an appreciative moan. Even a confident man needed positive feedback now and then.
Ked lifted his head to look at her. “You taste like heaven.”
No man had ever told her that before. It made her feel warm all over. “And you have the tongue of an angel.” She smiled. “Now get back down there and lick my pussy.”
Ked chuckled and obediently bent his head. As his tongue danced along her folds, she rested her head back on Mack's arm. The molten heat in his eyes was mesmerizing. She grabbed the back of his head and dragged him down for a kiss. His mouth was hot and possessive on hers. Two gorgeous men giving her oral at the same time. What more could a cowgirl ask for?
After doing a few laps around her mouth, Mack headed lower, finding those lonely nipples of hers and perking them up. Dallas let out a sound that was somewhere between a moan and a whimper.
Ked growled and pushed her legs wider, thrusting his tongue as deep into her pussy as it could go. Dallas gasped. Clearly, the two cowboys were serious about their little competition. That just meant some serious lovin’ for her. She closed her eyes, absorbing each and every sensation flooding her body as the men strived to outdo the other.
Between her thighs, Ked bathed her with his tongue, teasing her folds over and over before finally zeroing in on her clit. He did little swirlies, first one direction, then the other until she thought she might go crazy. All at once, she felt the telltale tingle of an approaching orgasm. She tightened her grip on the bar. Her climax was coming on so fast, she wasn't sure she'd survive it.
She tried to hold it off, afraid she might pass out if she didn’t. But then Ked slid a single finger into her pussy, thrusting it in time with the rhythm of his tongue.
Bam, game over.
Dallas arched her back and screamed, thrashing under the men's restraining hands as she shuddered through one long, hard orgasm. It stretched out even longer when Ked slipped a second finger in her pussy and caressed her G-spot.
She was most definitely going to pass out.
But she didn’t. Instead, she babbled, moaned and cooed through what seemed like a never-ending onslaught of intense spasms and post-orgasm aftershocks before Ked finally relented and backed off her pussy.
Mack pressed a tender kiss of each nipple before he lifted his head, leaving her gasping for breath.
She closed her eyes, languishing in the delicious tremors vibrating through her body. Her fantasy hadn’t even been close to how mind-blowing the real thing had been. She was definitely never going to think of her bar the same way again.
Gentle hands on her inner thighs roused her from her musings, and she made a little sound of protest.
“Ked, you already made me come so hard it rattled my teeth.”
Ked didn’t answer, but just slowly kissed his way up her inner thigh as if he hadn’t heard her.
She lifted her head to look at him. Only it wasn’t Ked between her legs working his mouth toward her pussy—it was Mack. Where the hell had he come from?
The light above them glinted off his dark eyes. “Ked may have made you come, but I haven't. He may have rattled your teeth, but I’m going to rattle the rest of you.”
Dallas opened her mouth to tell him he was wasting his time—after a climax like the one she'd just had, there was no way she could come again so soon—but she didn't bother. This was all about the competition going on between the two cowboys. If they wanted to knock themselves out bringing her to the height of pleasure, she wasn’t going to stop them. Even if she couldn't come, she was sure to enjoy it anyway.
She rested her head back on the bar and relaxed. Mack’s lips moved leisurely up her inner thigh, obviously in no rush. That was fine. Her clit needed time to recharge. Mack must have thought so, too, because he carefully avoided her overstimulated love button and instead focused on her pussy lips.
His technique was completely different than Ked's. While the blond cowboy had used the tip of his talented tongue to seek out and tease every single sensitive millimeter of her pussy, Mack used his mouth, gently pulling and sucking her lips into his mouth in the most relaxing, soothing way she'd ever experienced. It was like a comforting massage.
“Mmm,” she sighed. “That feels fantastic.”
He murmured something unintelligible against her pussy and slid his hands under her ass to knead her cheeks. Dallas felt like she was in some kind of sex spa, one that was expertly trained at turning horny buckle bunnies into happy piles of bliss.
The tip of one finger found the opening of her anus, moving in little circles around it. But instead of making her tense up, his touch relaxed her even more.
She let out a long, drawn out moan.
Ked might have licked her dizzy, but Mack was melting her like butter.
Dallas wasn't ready to say she liked one technique more than the other, but she was damn glad she'd decided to let Mack take his turn.
She squirmed under his ministrations, giving herself over to the pleasure he was bringing her, only to gasp when she bumped into something. She opened her eyes to find Ked sitting on the bar just above her head.
He grinned down at her. “I know you're enjoying yourself and all, but try not to fall off the bar.”
She abruptly realized it had been Ked's arm she'd bumped into, and that he'd kept her from rolling right off onto the floor. She would have thanked him, but Mack’s incredible tongue made speech impossible.
It was hard to believe, but Mack's slow tongue-bath had her clit thinking about coming again. She knew because she could feel the familiar tingle that told her orgasm-central was back online. Her hips began to roll in that completely involuntary way they had when that happened.
She reached down to thread her fingers in his hair. “Make me come. Please.”
He lifted his head to eye her questioningly. “You sure? I don’t want to push you before you're ready.”
“God, yes!” She’d resort to begging if she had to. “I'm ready, believe me.”
Above her, Ked chuckled. She must seem like one hell of a wanton woman, but she didn’t care. Right at this moment, it was true.
Mack ran a finger up and traced it slowly along one inner fold. She held her breath, waiting for him to hurry up and get to her clit. But when he finally reached it, he halted just short of Nirvana, and instead made little circle just outside the boundaries.
“Is this where you want me to put my mouth?”
Having his finger oh-so-close to her clit, but not touching it was maddening. “Do I need to remind you about the shotgun under the bar?”
; He chuckled. “You could have just said yes, you know.”
Dallas opened her mouth to reply, but Mack chose that moment to wrap his lips around her clit and her breath caught in her throat. Even though it was exactly what she wanted, she tensed, expecting her throbbing clit to protest such sudden, direct contact. But Mack's technique was a contrast in differences from Ked's. Where Ked's tongue had started an immediate assault on her most sensitive sex spot, Mack's was content to just lave her softly and gently.
His touch was downright magical.
Instead of jumping off the bar like she'd touched a live electrical wire, she relaxed completely, moaning again as Mack's tongue did delectable things to her clit.
“I think she likes it,” Ked observed. “Not quite the technique I would have gone with, but I can't deny the results.”
Even though there was none of the familiar tingling she was so used to that preceded an orgasm, Dallas knew she was on the verge of having her second one for the night.
She idly played with Mack’s hair, letting her fingers sift through the silky strands. She didn't need to grab his head and jerk him to any particular location because he was doing it oh-so-perfectly already. She didn’t even tell him to speed up or slow down.
When it came, her orgasm was unlike anything she'd ever felt before. There was no roaring, rolling wave of pleasure this time. It started at her clit, then spread slowly until her clit, nipples, thighs, toes—hell, just about every part of her body—tingled.
The pleasurable sensations built, then built some more, until the all-over body tingle felt like fire engulfing her. And still, the climax refused to tip her over into that plunging ride that was indicative of every orgasm she'd ever had. Her whole body was burning up with pleasure.
Mack gripped her hips even as Ked grasped her shoulders, like they were fighting to keep her under control. That was when she realized she was writhing like a mad woman—and screaming like one, too.
Her slow-motion orgasm went on and on for so long she lost count of how many times she actually peaked. When it finally came to an end, it fluttered away like a happy bird, leaving her in a cloud of bliss.
