Hunt, Delilah - Wyoming Triple Heat (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Delilah Hunt

  Logan ignored him and pinned her with another intense look that sent fire shooting through her lower belly. “Would you like to show us your cunt, honey?”

  She nodded. She wanted to do that and more. Have them touch her pussy, lick it, fuck it. Whatever they wanted to do, Lexie was ready and willing.

  Waited so damn long for this. Easing a few inches away from Owen, Lexie arched her back and parted her knees, flattening her palms to the ground, giving her men a glimpse of what she had to offer. A whisper of cool air glided across her throbbing clitoris. The bud felt so full, tingling with need as her pussy clenched and a fiery heat pooled into her womb with the knowledge of her precarious situation—displaying herself for three larger than life cowboys who could rip her in two with a fierce thrust of their enormous cocks.

  “Jesus, darlin’,” Owen rasped. He knelt beside her and placed his hand on the inside of her thighs, peering up at his brothers. “Sexiest pussy I’ve ever seen. You guys see how fucking wet she is? It’s on her thighs.”

  She glanced up to see Connor and Logan, both staring back at her with slackened jaws. When her gaze collided with Connor’s, Lexie stifled a gasp and looked away, terrified, her knees threatening to buckle with pleasure from the predatory hunger she saw in his eyes.

  “Her cunt looks too small,” Connor murmured thickly, shifting his gaze from her. His hand went to the front of his pants, brushing over his erection.

  Lexie’s eyes fluttered shut for a spell before looking up at them and splaying her thighs wider. She ran a finger along the moist and pulsing slit. “Not too small,” she whimpered. God, she hoped they weren’t going to send her away.

  A muscle ticked inside Connor’s jaw, and his eyes darkened. “I think it is.” His hand was now stroking over his cock from inside his jeans. “Bet she’ll cry, start bucking us off if we try to fuck her in that tiny cunt.”

  Oh, God. Lexie squirmed and tilted her hips, desperate for Owen to delve his fingers between her slippery folds.

  “Owen…”

  He moved behind her and whispered, “I think my brother has a point. Maybe we were wrong about this, darlin’. I told you we were big. You think your pussy can handle us, Lexie?”

  He dipped a rough finger into her sex. She threw her head back, crying out in absolute bliss.

  Owen grinned and gently moved inside her. “So you like that. What about another one?” He pushed another and Lexie felt her body stiffen. It was too much, on the brink of pleasure-pain. Her teeth chattered with each thrust of his fingers pushing against her barrier.

  “Ugh.” She struggled against him.

  Owen pressed his lips to her neck. “Hush, darlin’.” His fingers slowed, tenderly stroking within her. “That’s a good girl. You like that, don’t you?” His strong hand closed over a breast, fondling it. “You liked having Logan’s cock in your mouth, too, right?”

  Lexie nodded and flicked her tongue across her lips. “Yes.”

  “Then think about how good it’ll feel when I push my cock into your mouth, filling you the way he did.” She moaned and looked over at Logan and Connor. Both men were staring at her, eyes dark with passion and lids lowered.

  Logan raised his head and spoke, the words coming out a low rumble. “Honey, your pussy’s aching for a cock to fuck it.”

  Owen pinched her nipple then curved his hand around the underside of her breasts. “She’s soaking my fingers. Might even be able to take the three of us tonight.”

  Lexie mewled and juices sloshed from her cunt. Exhilaration stifled all worries of pain. “It doesn’t hurt anymore, does it?” Owen asked, withdrawing.

  Dazed, she shook her head. “It doesn’t.” But now I need more.

  Owen nuzzled the side of her face and lifted his hand to his mouth, flicking his tongue on a glistening finger. “You taste delicious. Sweet, just like honey.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut and bit the inside of her cheek. Owen was doing a number on her body, and by the look he was giving her, the bastard knew it.

  Laughing softly, Owen rose and moved in front of her. In rapture, Lexie watched as he peeled open his zipper, expelling a ragged groan as his hand dipped inside his briefs, lifting out his prick. “I promised you another taste, didn’t I?”

  She nodded and leaned forward, wetting her lips. Her entire body quivered at the first glance. Similar to Logan, Owen’s cock was huge. Below the broad, swollen head, which was dark red and glistening with fluid, the shaft was long, incredibly thick, and inviting. Saliva pooled inside her mouth. A sensuous panic emerged at the thought of taking him deep inside her mouth and her pussy.

  “Is it big enough?” Owen asked, reminding her of their conversation in the barn.

  “It’s perfect.” She kissed the glistening head, beading with a drop of salty fluid.

  “Then show me, darlin’. Use that sexy pink tongue and let me know how much you like it.”

  My pleasure, Kincaid. Lexie licked over the tip and swirled her tongue along the heavy rim then drew the entire cockhead between her lips. She glanced upward and locked her gaze with Connor and Logan before pressing forward and taking him past the turn of her throat, her hand gripping the few inches she was unable to take inside.

  Above her, Owen let out a sharp breath followed by his large hand stroking the top of her head.

  “Oh, God.” Owen turned to his brothers. “She’s a fucking natural.” He lowered his gaze to hers. “I saw how greedy you were swallowing my brother’s cum. Do you want more, Lexie? You want us to fill your little belly tonight?”

  Her exposed cunt watered, soaking the insides of her thighs. Lexie jerked her head in answer and kept her mouth locked around his delicious cock, sucking to her heart’s content.

  “Spread your legs wider.”

  Logan’s gruff voice sent shock waves through her pussy just as she was savoring a warm drop of pre-cum. She looked up and saw he had opened his pants, sliding his hand up and down his penis.

  “Do as he says,” Owen grated, flexing his hips and pushing his cock further along her throat passage.

  She parted her thighs and Logan nodded his approval. “Your cunt is dripping, honey. It’s so pretty.” He squeezed the tip, leaking with fluid. “Feels so good picturing my cock inside you. Fucking and stretching that tiny cunt until we fit.” Logan grunted and pressed his head to the wall, his fist pumping unashamed.

  Lexie suckled harder on Owen’s cock, wishing more than ever one of them would push her to the floor and fuck her. Her pussy was sopping wet and burning with the need to be filled, stretched as Logan put it. She darted her gaze at Connor who was busy unbuttoning his jeans. When his shaft popped out, she felt her eyes roll toward the back of her head, almost coming right then and there. He was slightly thicker than his brothers, matching them in glorious length that was curved toward his stomach, bright purplish veins running along the underside.

  She could barely think when Owen tugged on her hair and withdrew, then pushed back in only to pull out once more. “Stick out your tongue, darlin’.”

  Lexie didn’t think twice, the need to obey him, all of them, stood at the forefront of her mind…heart? She wouldn’t think on it now, only the hunger she had for Owen’s cock held firm within his grasp above her tongue.

  “Giving you what I promised.”

  Her breath stilled as hot ropes of semen splashed onto her tongue. Swallowing quickly, Lexie opened her mouth, and at Owen’s terse order to suck him deep, she locked her lips around the pulsating cock, drinking every drop of cum that spilled into her mouth.

  Chapter Ten

  The moment Owen withdrew his cock from her mouth Lexie heard Connor’s voice low and aching with need. “Come here. I think I’ve waited long enough.”

  Not that she had to go anywhere. Owen stepped aside, and Connor moved in front of her, guiding his penis to her lips. She shifted her head, the wet tip brushing against her cheek from the subtle movement.

  “I don’t get a turn with you, Lexie?” Connor lifted
his brow and pulled his cock from beside her face.

  Her heart quivered at the flicker of hurt that slashed across his features. She darted out her tongue and licked away a drop of pre-cum that was dripping along the base. Slowly rising, Lexie flattened her palm over his bare chest, kissing his washboard abdomen.

  “I want you to fuck me,” she whispered, running her fingers along the fuzzy line of blond hair trailing downward toward his heavy shaft. Lexie hoped he wasn’t serious about what he’d said before, that she wouldn’t be able to take him.

  He closed his eyes then opened them, pinning her with an intense, heated gaze that made her toes curl. Connor shifted his head to look at his brothers then back at her, caressing her lips with his thumb.

  “I don’t want to hurt you.”

  She opened her mouth to answer when Owen’s hand began to stroke the small of her back. “You’re not going to hurt her,” he assured Connor. Owen leaned forward and nipped her earlobe. “He’s not going to hurt you, is he?” He lifted his head. “Connor, touch her pussy. You’ll feel for yourself how wet she gets.”

  Connor slid his fingers between her labia, petting the tender flesh. Lexie moaned and tilted her head back on Owen’s shoulders, undulating her hips into Connor’s magnificent hand.

  “Ah, Lexie. This is what you’ve been holding back from us, baby?” He stroked the back of his fingers over her sex. “I can fuck you hard then ride your sweet little body until you come all over my dick.”

  “Please!”

  Logan stood beside her, kneeling down and fondling a sensitive breast. “You’re turning out to be quite the little slut, Alexa. Exactly as I suspected. If you were this needy for a cock pumping into you, why didn’t you spread those pretty legs for us much sooner?”

  “W–wasn’t ready to do it. Needed to make sure this would work.”

  “And now?”

  “Now, Alexa Grey is going to a very busy girl taking care of her men.” She weaved her fingers into his hair, biting back a groan as Logan lowered his head, sucking a nipple into his mouth.

  Connor withdrew his fingers and cupped her chin. “You can start by getting used to the feel of my cock pounding into your warm pussy.” He kissed the tantalizing spot between her neck and earlobe. “We’re going to spend a lot of time fucking you.”

  Her legs trembled and her cunt tightened. Logan and Owen stepped away from her as Connor pointed a finger directing her to the bed.

  The heat in her belly intensified at his silent command. A shiver went down her spine. If she wasn’t careful, these men would be able to control her with a single look.

  Lying on the bed, she bent her knees and splayed her thighs. At the foot of the bed, Connor stood with his cock jutting out from the opening in his jeans. Eyes darkened with lust held hers. Lexie bit back a cry when he took a hold of her legs, pushing them wider apart and kneeling between them.

  “I hope you remember she’s a virgin, Connor. Leave something for the rest of us,” Owen murmured as Connor pressed his weight forward, mounting her.

  Snarling, Connor paid no attention to his brother. He rubbed the tip of his penis over her engorged clitoris and whispered into her ear, “You want this inside you, don’t you?” Lexie nodded, wriggling her hips below him. With a jerk of his hips, he pushed deeper. “I still think your cunt is too small for me, but you know what, baby?”

  “Wh–what?” She thrashed her head and rolled her hips. She wanted more. All of him.

  “I like it.” He pulled back and shoved the entire length to the hilt.

  Eyes widened, Lexie screamed, bucking her hips to push him off. Too big.

  “Shhh” he murmured, brushing his lips to her cheek. “Lexie, I’m inside you, baby. All of it.”

  Her eyes stung with unshed tears, but Connor was being so sweet. Cooing to her and dotting tender kisses along her face. Her pussy throbbed in pain and something else, a dizzying sensation building within her.

  Connor moved his hand between them, stroking his balls. “You feel that? That’s how deep I am inside you.”

  Oh God, Lexie arched her back and moaned. She could feel him up to her belly. She cried out his name, watching as his head snapped up, turning to look at his brothers. Logan and Owen were taking in the scene before them, eyes hazy with arousal, and she could actually see the harsh rise and fall of their chests each time Connor pushed into her, jostling her frame.

  Jaws hardened, his hand tightened around her waist. “Tell them how much you like having my cock inside your pussy. Tell them who’s making you feel good.”

  “You are,” she keened.

  Connor pistoned his cock into her over and over, driving her into the mattress with each savage thrust. “Louder,” he growled.

  Through lowered eyelids, Lexie peered over his shoulder, locking her gaze with both men. “Connor,” she cried. Her eyes misted and her body reeled from yet another forceful thrust. “Connor who’s fucking me so good.”

  Her words must have set off something inside of him. Connor went insane, pummeling her cunt and battering at the walls of her cervix. Lexie moaned and quivered underneath him, a tight coil of pleasure bursting from her depths. She clutched his shoulders and whimpered, awed at the orgasm that he’d wrung from her.

  “Lexie,” he whispered softly, leaning forward to nuzzle her face, his movement becoming jerky. “I’m coming inside you, baby. Can’t you feel it?” His jaws slackened as he looked to the ceiling then down at her. His eyes were glossy and a sheen of sweat beaded on his forehead.

  “Can you feel how much cum I’m giving you.”

  God, did she feel it.

  “I feel it.” She brought her hand to his face, pushing away the damp locks of hair. “Hot and thick. Connor, it feels so good.”

  When the last splash of semen erupted from his cock, Lexie felt his warm kisses on the swell of her breasts. Then all too soon, his weight lifted from between her thighs.

  Connor rolled to the side then sat up on the edge of the bed. Wishing to join him, she attempted to bring her legs together. She winced at the discomfort. Connor looked over at her and paled.

  “You’re bleeding.”

  She glanced between her legs. Blood-tinged semen trickled down her inner thighs. No wonder that delicious sensation of being filled by Connor was now replaced by soreness and not surprisingly a dull ache that felt like desire to have him again. Or Logan or Owen. Lexie watched as Logan pushed open the door to the adjoining bathroom, disappearing inside as Owen came to sit by her.

  “Is it bad?”

  Lexie resisted the urge to laugh despite her discomfort. “Relax. You all are acting like I’m bleeding to death or something. It’s no big deal.” Owen raised his eyebrows, and Lexie took a deep breath. “I’m fine, Owen. I swear. I’m sure this happens to girls every day. A bit of bleeding. Having sex for the first time with three gorgeous brothers. I can handle this.”

  “You have the most inappropriate sense of humor,” Logan remarked, heading toward her, damp washcloth in hand. He knelt in front of her and pressed the wet cloth to her inner thigh.

  “I should be doing that,” Connor muttered. “I’m the one who did that to her.”

  Rolling his eyes, Logan continued upward, gently dabbing the rag on her tender flesh. “And I’m the one who’s cleaning her up.”

  Lexie shook her head. “Really, you guys, it’s not that bad.” God, just enjoy the attention and stop whining. On a second thought, she sighed and leaned her head against Owen’s shoulder, fingers entwined with Connor’s. “That feels wonderful, Logan. Thank you.” How many men would do what Logan was doing right now—cleaning up her slippery mess from making love with his brother? None. And it was all because he cared about her.

  Luckiest girl in Wyoming.

  After Logan finished, she saw him grudgingly eye Connor then sigh. “You should get some rest, honey.”

  They were leaving? “You’re not going to…?”

  Logan shook his head. “Not tonight.” She looked over at
Owen who was nodding in agreement. “Logan’s right, darlin’. Much as it pains me to admit it, you’re probably too sore to take all three of us tonight.”

  Just like that, she was going to have to spend another night alone. Was that how it would always be?

  She was about to ask the question when Owen rose and issued Connor a pointed stare. “First time ever being jealous of my own brother.”

  Bewildered, she listened as Logan answered. “It’s only fair that you and Connor spend the night together. Tomorrow, it’ll be me or Owen.”

  So that was their game. “Will you pull straw then, or do I get to choose who I sleep with each night?”

  “The decision will be ours, although we’ll always take into consideration your feelings on the matter.”

  She whipped her head to Connor. “Did you all agree to this beforehand, before I even came here?”

  “We did.” His tone was hard, uncompromising like Logan’s.

  Lexie stared at Owen now. “Really? I don’t get to decide who I spend the night with?”

  “Calm down. There’s no other way to do it. We’ll trade off time with you since most nights you won’t be fucking just one of us, but all three.”

  She slapped a hand to her head. “You guys are insane. I swear to God, you guys have to be crazy.”

  “I believe we told you this from the beginning.”

  “I know,” she whispered, “but damn I never expected it would be so…” She struggled to find the right word.

  Logan glowered. “You mean you assumed we’d end up letting you have your own way?”

  She pursed her lips. “Maybe. My way could be good, too. Why can’t the three of us sleep together?”

  An awkward silence filled the room until Owen dropped a kiss on the top of her head and smiled. “You think about that one for a while.”

  “What did I say?” she asked innocently.

  Connor stroked her hand. “You were joking, weren’t you?”

  “No, I wasn’t.” She gawked at them both. “It’s a king-size bed. It’s big enough. I don’t see a problem. Do you?”