by Tyler, Paige
Shawna bit her lip and moaned. Her skin was flushed with excitement and coated with a light sheen of sweat. She was just as close to coming as Britt was.
Britt wanted to hold out, to have them all come at the same time, but it was no use. Clay's tongue was moving so fast over her clit it had to be smoking. His finger moving in her ass was doing incredible things to her body, making her buck and spasm like she was touching a live electrical wire. She was going to come. She couldn't hold it back.
All at once, Shawna let out a loud cry and fell forward. Britt caught her without thinking, holding her friend as Shawna came from together in what had to be the most intense orgasm Britt had ever seen—her own included. Shawna jerked and shook on Clay's cock, riding him in that instinctive rhythm every woman understood as she wrapped her arms around Britt and buried her face in her neck.
Holding Shawna, hearing her screams of pleasure as she climaxed was Britt’s undoing. There was no holding back anymore. She buried her face in Shawna's hair and breathed her in. The orgasm that hit her was a powerful, untamed animal that shook her body with spasms so hard they were almost painful.
Her hold on Shawna was the only thing that kept her grounded, the only thing that made her aware of every little nuance of exquisite pleasure they were both experiencing.
Chapter Six
At first, Shawna thought Clay wasn’t going to fit inside her. Then, after his thick cock had started spreading her wide and slipping in deeper and deeper, she became less concerned with him fitting and more concerned with simply being able to handle him without hurting herself.
But now, as wave after wave of intense orgasm ripped through her, she decided her biggest problem was going to be ever finding satisfaction like this again. Because something told her she was never going to have sex this good again as long as she lived.
Clay and that amazing cock of his were a huge part of it, of course. But Britt played a significant role, too. It was impossible for Shawna to put her finger on how she did it, but somehow Britt was responsible for ramping up her sexual excitement to a level she’d never imagined. In some perfect, beautiful way, it was like they were having sex with each other, without the physical contact.
Okay, maybe that wasn’t quite right. There was some physical contact. But Shawna hadn’t realized it until the majority of her orgasm has subsided and she discovered she was draped all over her friend. Her face was buried in Britt’s hair, her arms were tightly locked around her friend’s body, and her breasts were warmly pressed against Britt’s. It felt unbelievably nice.
As Clay moved slowly beneath her, coaxing every last orgasmic tremor from her very happy pussy, Shawna languished in the feel of Britt’s warm, soft skin on hers, the uniquely pleasurable sensation of Britt's breath against her neck, the teasing, tantalizing sounds Britt made as she came down from her own climax.
Shawna had never once entertained sexual thoughts of Britt, but the situation she found herself in now made it kind of hard not to think things like that. Especially when Britt's hand slid down her back to rest on the curve of her hip. To say that did interesting things to her was putting it mildly.
After their breathing returned to a somewhat normal rate, she and Britt pulled back from each other out of what seemed like mutual, unspoken, accord. Britt gazed at her with that lazy, languid expression only a well-satiated woman could put on. Shawna wondered if she looked the same.
“So,” Britt drawled. “Was it good for you?”
Shawna laughed. That line was getting used a lot tonight. “Best ever.”
Her friend grinned. “I thought so. You screamed really loud.”
Shawna blinked. She had? She hadn't even realized it. She blushed. “Sorry. Hope I didn't distract you.”
“Not at all.” Britt winked. “I only hope Clay was right about his neighbor not being home.”
Shawna started to laugh again, then stopped. Clay! Yikes, she hadn't given a single thought to what he’d thought of their three-way orgasm. She looked down at their cowboy lover, hoping to see a seriously blissed-out look on that incredibly handsome face of his, but that turned out to be rather difficult. For starters, Britt's muff was still firmly planted on Clay's face, hiding it from view. And second, his rock-hard cock was still buried up to his balls in her own pussy, making any real movement on her part impossible.
It took a second for that part to register.
Then it struck her.
Clay hadn't come. Or at least if he had, his cock hadn't softened one little bit. And that just wasn't possible in her experience.
Britt must have noticed her dismay because she frowned. “What's wrong?”
Shawna climbed off Clay's cock—a task almost as daunting as climbing on. “I don't think Clay came.”
“Seriously?” Britt swung her leg over Clay. Her eyes went wide when she saw him lying there with his eyes closed. “He's not moving. Maybe he couldn't breathe with me on his face.”
Shawna wasn’t sure about that, but before she could say anything, Clay opened his eyes and smiled up at them.
“Why the hell would I want to move? I had a hot, wet pussy on my face and another wrapped around my cock. What man would ever want to move?”
Shawna laughed, but her relief quickly dissipated when she saw that he hadn't come. She’d have thought the condom would be full to bursting with his cum, but it wasn't.
“But you didn't…you know…climax.”
Had she orgasmed too soon? Had she ruined it for Clay?
He pushed himself up on is elbows with a chuckle. “Hell no, I didn't come. I was holding back. Had to make sure you two came first, didn’t I?”
Britt leaned over to kiss him. “Damn, I knew there was a reason I wanted to sleep with you again. Opening doors for the ladies, pulling out their chairs and making sure they always come first. A true gentleman cowboy in every sense of the word.”
Shawna waited while Britt kissed him again, then jumped in for her turn. As her mouth met Clay’s, she realized this kiss was completely different than any they’d previously shared. Earlier in the evening, she’d kissed Clay immediately after he’d kissed Britt, and the taste had been tantalizing. She moaned as Clay sucked her tongue into his mouth and ravished it. There were aspects of Clay in the flavor, to be sure, but the top note was a mouthwatering combination of sweet, savory and musky that was completely intoxicating and so very feminine.
When she lifted her head, it took a considerable effort to keep from licking Clay’s chin. He and Britt probably would have noticed that.
She sat back to find Clay grinning up at her. Was he smiling because he'd enjoyed the kiss, or because he was aware of exactly why she’d enjoyed it?
“I might be a gentleman cowboy when it comes to letting a lady come first, but that doesn't mean I don't want to come myself.”
Shawna’s pulse sped up again as he gently pushed her onto her back, then lifted her legs until her knees were pressed against her breasts and her toes were pointed at the ceiling.
“Stay right there,” he growled.
When she complied, he grunted his approval and reached down to line up his cock with her pussy. She'd thought she was essentially satiated from her earlier ride, but the second he nudged her wet opening, she realized she was immediately ready for him to fuck her some more.
Britt flounced down on the bed beside her, a big grin on her face as she casually trailed her fingers along the back of Shawna’s thigh. The touch was electric. “You'd better hold on tight, girlfriend, because I think Clay means to fuck the stuffing out of you.”
Shawna would have laughed at the analogy, but all that came out was a gasp as Clay plunged his cock into her all the way up to the balls. Daaaammn!
He pinned her there, leaning over until his face was inches from hers and her heels were resting on his shoulders. Then he gazed into her eyes as he slowly ground his cock so deep inside her she thought she would faint. Or squeal. Or cry. Or whatever it was that women did when something felt so damn go
od they didn't really know how to describe it. The combination of her pretzel position and his weight pressed his cock much deeper than it had been while she'd ridden him earlier. Her pussy was stretched so wide she could feel it spasming, as if it was trying to both adjust to the size of the cock inside her and squeeze it at the same time. It was entirely possible that she would be able come if he just held his position for a while.
“Oh, God,” she breathed.
“Feel good?” Clay asked.
She nodded. “Uh-huh. You?”
“Uh-huh.” His mouth quirked. “Britt was right, you know.”
Shawna wasn't really capable of much in the way of coherent thought at the moment, so she wasn't sure what it was that Britt was supposedly right about—other than trying the whole threesome thing.
“What was she right about?”
“That I do mean to fuck the stuffing out of you.” Clay gave her a wolfish grin. “You okay with that?”
Shawna turned her head to see Britt lying beside her with her head propped up on her hand. She lifted her eyebrow at Shawna in a gesture that was part question and part challenge. As if her friend was indeed wondering if Shawna could handle a hard fucking.
Shawna gave Clay a sexy smile. “Sounds good to me.”
Clay pulled his cock out half way, then shoved it back in—hard. Shawna probably would have bounced on the bed if he hadn’t followed up with a series of jackhammer thrusts that had her grabbing his shoulders and holding on for dear life.
She'd engaged in her fair share of what she always thought had been some serious fucking. She'd even wrapped her legs around a few guys and whispered in their ears that she wanted it hard and fast. However, her previous experiences with hard and fast plain paled in comparison. Then again, maybe that was because she'd never been fucked hard by a cowboy before. Clay was giving her a pounding she was damn well never going to forget.
Not that she was complaining. On the contrary. As Clay's cock spread her wide and his pubic bone smacked over and over against her clit, she had no doubt this was going to be the best sex she'd ever had. She might walk bowlegged afterward, but she was going to relive this night in her dreams for the rest of her life.
She dug her nails into Clay's shoulders, grunting each time he plunged into her. The constant rhythm of their naked bodies coming together did as much to push her toward orgasm as the fucking itself. Each time his penis bottomed out in her, she swore she saw stars. And as fast as he was banging her, that was a lot of stars.
He leaned forward more, pushing her legs even tighter to her chest and her toes even higher over her head. Her ass wasn't even touching the bed now as his cock found a whole new angle to attack her pussy from. Thank God for the occasional yoga class she took. If it wasn't for that, there wasn't any way she could have managed it. Clay practically had her knees up around her ears.
Even so, she couldn't think of a better way to be taken. This was too good for words.
Clay growled. Not grunts, or masculine groans, but growls. Dang if it wasn’t the most arousing sound she’d ever heard a man make in bed. She looked up at him from beneath her lashes. His eyes were closed and his jaw was clenched. Sweat slicked his forehead. He was on the verge to coming, she was sure of it.
Shawna wanted to come with him. It was crazy, of course. She didn’t normally come from straight intercourse. But this wasn't just any fucking. The rhythmic slapping of Clay's groin against her clit, the pure animalistic way he was taking her, not to mention the fact that Britt was lying only a few inches away seeing her get it like this—it all combined to ensure this was the one time straight intercourse would do the trick just fine.
His growls turned to grunts as he slammed into her in long, deep thrusts that almost crushed her flat to the soft bed.
Beside her, Britt's moaned. Had she been touching herself the whole time? Was she bringing herself to orgasm? The thought was enough to send Shawna over the edge. She threw back her head and howled with abandon as she had what was possibly her first true all-vaginal orgasm. Her pussy walls spasmed like mad, squeezing Clay so hard she wouldn't have been surprised if he stopped pumping.
But he didn't. Instead, he kept pummeling her pussy as she yelped and hollered through a quivering climax that lasted far longer than the clitoral variety she was used to. The intensity level wasn't quite the same, but it was still damn pleasurable, and it just kept going and going for as long as Clay thrust that perfect cock of his in and out.
While she was glad Clay was wearing a condom, for some crazy reason she wished she could feel his hot cum pouring into her right then. That would have made this orgasm beyond perfect. Like a cherry on a hot fudge sundae.
Even when Clay stopped pumping and slowly pulled back to let her ass rest on the mattress, tremors continued to flood her nether regions. She wished he could keep fucking her all night. But he had to pull out. Yet another reason to hate condoms.
When Clay finally sat all the way back on his heels and slid out, her legs collapsed like noodles. She flopped over on her side, moaning at the suddenly empty feeling between her legs. She was still quivering down there, and he wasn't even inside her anymore.
She closed her eyes, reliving the experience. It had been incredible. Beyond incredible. It had been life changing. Right then she vowed this wouldn’t be the last time she and Clay had sex. If she had to stalk him from rodeo to rodeo, she would have him again and again.
Wanting to extend the bliss for a while longer, she slid her hand down to her pussy and tweaked her clit. She didn't care that Clay and Britt were probably sitting there watching her—let them. This was her little slice of heaven and they would just have to wait until she was done.
Beside her, Shawna heard a sweet moan she was getting very familiar with. She opened one eye to see Britt lying on her back, fingers of one hand buried between her legs and the other hand lightly rubbing her belly. Her eyes were closed and she was having a very good time. Clearly, her best friend was a chronic masturbator. Considering Shawna was doing the same thing, it wasn't like she could say anything about the habit.
Sighing, she turned to look at Clay, but he was nowhere to be seen. Then she heard the sound of running water in the next room and realized he’d gone in the bathroom to clean up. When had he hopped off the bed? And why hadn't his legs turned to mush like hers? Maybe it had to do with the fact that he hadn't been twisted into an orgasmic pretzel like she had.
Shawna looked at Britt again. Her friend’s fingers were still moving rhythmically between her legs, but now her dark eyes were open and lazily fixed on Shawna.
“Hope you don't mind if it seems like I'm always doing this?” Britt grinned. “It's just that watching you come so hard makes me damn horny.”
Shawna rolled over on her side and propped up her head in one hand. Britt's skin was glistening with a light sheen of perspiration, as if she was the one who’d just been fucked within an inch of her life. Britt's stomach quivered as more tremors ran through her body.
Damn, Britt had some really spectacular abs.
Saying the hell with inhibition, Shawna gave into the naughty urges filling her head and slowly let her fingers trace along the defined muscles of her friend’s sweat-slicked tummy. Even though she wasn't looking at Britt's face, she didn't miss the sudden intake of breath or the way those stomach muscles began to move even faster.
Shawna let her hand slide down Britt's stomach to her belly button. The skin there was delectably soft, and the urge to lean over and nip her friend's flesh was just about overwhelming. Somehow, she resisted the urge and looked up at her friend instead.
“Since part of what made me come so hard was watching you play with yourself, I wouldn’t mind if you do it all the time,” she said softly.
The words were out before she could stop them, and Shawna half expected Britt to look shocked by her naughty secret. But Britt didn't look upset. If anything, her friend looked…excited.
Shawna leaned over a bit more, a crazy impulse to re
place her fingertips with her tongue forming in her orgasm-addled head. Could she really do that? Would Britt let her?
But a deep groan from across the room stopped her before she got the chance to find out.
She glanced up to see Clay leaning against the bathroom door regarding them appreciatively. “Do you know how incredibly sexy you two look lying there like that?”
Shawna wanted to tell him how sexy she thought Britt looked, but decided to keep that to herself. Being a guy—and therefore oblivious to anything not written in inch-high letters—Clay probably hadn't even noticed the sexual tension that had been vibrating between her and Britt.
Not that she was worried he’d think she and Britt were sexually attracted to each other. Because they weren’t. But if they were—and Clay knew it—he’d probably be jazzed as hell at the thought there was a chance he might get to see some girl-on-girl action.
“Of course,” he drawled, “you two would look even better with a studly cowboy sandwiched between you.”
Before she or Britt could say anything, he took a running start and launched himself into the bed. He landed perfectly between them, but only because they’d both rolled out of the way just in time.
Britt playfully smacked him on the shoulder. “You big goof. Remind me again why we agreed to sleep with you?”
He flashed them a grin. “Because I'm handsome, really good at oral sex, have tremendous stamina, and you both like my cock.”
Shawna had to bite her tongue to keep from laughing. Of all the qualities Clay possessed, humility apparently wasn't one of them. She couldn't say he was wrong, though. In fact, he'd been right on every count.
“I can vouch for the whole liking-your-cock thing,” she said
Britt snorted. “Of course you like his cock. He just banged you so hard it probably made your teeth rattle. But I haven't had any yet.” She lowered her gaze to the less-than-erect penis resting against Clay’s stomach. “And from the looks of things, it doesn't seem like I'm going to be getting anytime soon.”
