by Reece Butler
She loved his coarse words, loved that it wasn’t just a fantasy. They would take her hard and heavy, making her so hot she’d explode in a million pieces. Her blood rushed through her ears, pounding so fast it sounded like a river.
He shucked his jeans as she watched. His rampant cock stood at attention. When he strode toward her, she sighed in eagerness. Finally, she could come! But he stood above her and did nothing but look.
“What are you doing?”
He had that look in his eye again. The one that made her heart jump.
“I told you, pet. Whatever I want.”
The crunching of gravel compressed by a truck was too loud to ignore. She twisted, trying to see. A large hand pressed on her ribs.
“Do. No. Move.”
His voice was quiet, but intense. The noise stopped. She jerked at the deep thunk of a truck door closing. Eric scooped her in his arms and sat on the edge of the bed. He set her back to his front, her smooth legs on the outside of his hairy ones. That meant her bottom was suspended over the mattress by the thickness of his thighs. It opened her up even more than when she was spread-eagled on the bed. One of his hands enveloped a breast and the other went to her swollen pussy. Two fingers slid between her lips, opening her. She couldn’t help squeezing them.
“Good. You’re well primed,” he murmured, more to himself than to her.
Rapid thumps, like boots on a board, sounded right outside. The jingle of spurs matched each thump. Eric’s fingers circled her clit, teasing and arousing. She was pointed right at the door. Whoever stepped onto the deck would see everything, including Eric’s hands inside her. She tensed, wanting to bolt.
“Nuh-uh,” warned Eric in her ear. “Move a muscle and we’ll paddle your backside until you can’t sit down for a week.”
“Who’s there?”
“Come on in and join the fun,” called Eric to whoever was outside.
Chapter Thirty-Three
Nikki couldn’t look. Couldn’t not look. A tall male stopped just inside the patio door. She saw nothing but a black silhouette in a cowboy hat. He moved forward and slid the closed behind him.
“Knew I shouldn’t’ve taken that bet with Simon,” he said, grousing. “I figured it would take you a mite longer to rope and tie her, bro.”
She knew that voice. “Matt?”
He pulled off his hat, turning just enough into the light to reveal an eager grin. He tossed his hat to the side. “Now that is a sight to come home to. Howdy, ma’am. Right nice of you to drop by.”
A moment to take off his boots and he was coming right for her. There was a hole in one of his wool socks. His big toe stuck out. His feet were long and narrow, like Eric’s. Did his cock match as well? He’d tantalized her with it that night while they danced, rubbing it against her in a promise he didn’t fulfill. He’d made her all hot and bothered and then just walked away. She’d never been so aroused in her life at that point, and he’d walked away!
From the bulge in his jeans, that wasn’t happening today. He was going to get whatever he wanted. And so was she!
“Nikki, you remember my brother, Matt,” said Eric, as if they were fully dressed, standing in a parlor. “He’d shake your hand but I expect his is dirty. Did you shave? We don’t want our woman’s thighs to get chafed.”
“Yep. And I warshed my hands. Bought some condoms and lube too, just in case the pretty lady’s interested in a wild ride.”
Eric held up the hand that had been tantalizing her pussy. It glistened wetly.
“She’s interested. Check her out.”
Matt’s eyes dropped to her spread thighs. He inhaled though his teeth. Eric said Matt might not have been with a woman for umpteen years. And he wanted her. Now. She trembled at the longing eagerness on his face, the way his fingers twitched as if wanting to grab her.
She wanted a wild ride, wanted both brothers. She’d had a taste of Eric’s tongue on her pussy. What would Matt be like?
He looked up. “Ma’am?” His voice broke on the question.
She spread her knees further apart in invitation. “Help yourself, cowboy.”
He grinned in delight. “Don’t mind if I do.”
He hauled his shirt over his head. Eric shifted her, sliding her farther down his thighs. It spread her legs even more, making her easily available. Matt dropped to his knees before her and inhaled.
“Dayam! I’ve never seen anything more beautiful.” He stroked her with a gentle knuckle. She tensed, wanting more. “That’s one hot, wet pussy. Look at the size of those lips!” He looked past her torso and gave her an infectious grin. “I like a woman who’s big all over. Your pussy lips are so long I could suck one right into my mouth.”
Matt pressed his face between her thighs and kissed her. He then separated her lips with his tongue, one side and then the other. She hissed in delight and clutched his brown curls, so like his older brother. He added two fingers, and moved his tongue up to her clit, flicking it back and forth. She moaned in encouragement. His fingers went deeper, curling up inside her belly.
Eric turned his attention to her breasts. He nibbled her neck and ears now and then, breaking her concentration. Matt’s fingers had been rubbing a spot inside her for a while. It felt good, but nothing like Eric’s fingers rolling her nipple. Then suddenly, whatever Matt’s fingers touched came awake. She shuddered and gasped at the intense pleasure. He kept his fingers and tongue going, making her quiver and moan until she was almost erupting. Suddenly he pulled back.
“I want you, ma’am,” he said, gasping for air. “You got a problem with me filling this hot pussy with my cock?”
Nikki shook her head, eager to explode. Matt lifted her to her feet and took her full breasts in his hands. His fingers were rougher than Eric’s. They abraded her skin with prickles of awareness.
“Flip her over and hold her for me,” said Matt, gasping. He grabbed a floor pillow and tossed it on the rug before stripping.
Eric lifted her around the waist. He set her on the floor, her knees on the pillow. Then he walked to her head. His raised eyebrows and intense expression said “stay.”
“Suck me, Nikki,” demanded Eric. “Spread your legs and show Matt where you want his cock.”
She slowly licked her lips, more eager than practiced, and spread her knees apart. She took Eric’s cock in one hand, holding herself up with the other. She tilted her back, sticking her bottom up. She heard the ripping of a condom package as Eric’s bulbous head slid over her tongue. She tasted his salty pre-cum and inhaled fresh male musk.
Matt slid his hands over her bottom and around to her hips. He kissed each cheek before setting the tip of his cock in her pussy. He rubbed forward and back over her lips, teasing her clit. He pulled on her hips and finally slid inside. She did the same with Eric’s cock, moaning around him.
“You are so hot and tight,” Matt muttered as his cock slowly spread her tissues. “Damn! I’m not going to last long. Are you close, ma’am?”
“Take what you need,” said Eric, pulling back. “Nikki’s going to get lots more tonight. Won’t you, pet?”
“Please,” she said, panting. Eric waited for her to catch her breath before pressing deep. She half closed her mouth so his cock scraped over her teeth. He groaned, loud and long.
Matt gripped her hips and began pulsing in and out. The friction felt good. No, better than good. The wild part of her loved the recklessness of taking two men at once. Matt was a virtual stranger and she’d only known Eric a week or so. But right now, they were her world.
She moaned around Eric’s cock as Matt sped up. She clenched him as he pounded into her with wet slapping sounds. She was close, but wanting this for Matt. She would be rewarded later. But Matt reached around to her clit and rubbed, pressing and flicking it back and forth. Eric pulled out, leaving her gasping and clenching. Matt changed direction, aiming down, and hit the spot he’d found earlier. She erupted as if he’d bit a button, her orgasm increasing every time he slammed into her. M
att roared his possession as she cried out.
Then Matt collapsed over her back and wrapped his hands around her breasts. His thick cock stayed inside her, still throbbing with life.
“You’re not finished for the night, are you?” she said, gasping for air. “Because I want to break my record for orgasms. Eric gets tired after giving me eight or so, but maybe you—”
“You’re playing with fire, pet,” warned Eric.
“Only eight?” Matt scoffed at Eric’s snarl between gasps. “I can do better than that. Toss her on the bed and we’ll show her why she wants to stay. I’ll get rid of this condom and get another.”
Eric scooped her up once again. She flew as he tossed her on the humungous bed. Both men stared, eyes and cocks pointed right at her. Nothing existed outside this room. Everything she wanted was right here for the taking.
One orgasm wasn’t enough. She rolled to her back and spread her knees. She fluffed her pussy curls, daring him to pleasure her, tantalizing him. She trailed a finger between her lips. Eric’s nostrils flared and his cock bobbed. He stared at her, silently assessing, warning, and promising.
Matt strode back from the bathroom, still grinning, his cock hard.
“You need some cowboy lovin’ and I’m the man to give it to you,” he said. “Time for something special.”
He held up a tube of ointment in one hand and a condom package in the other. No, not ointment. Lubricant. Nikki’s fingers slowed. She closed her knees and inched backward.
“I’m wet, Eric,” she said nervously. “I don’t need any lubricant.”
“Yes, you do.”
He took a step forward. She retreated a few more inches, shaking her head.
“Time to expand your horizons.”
She looked at Matt’s cock. It was slightly narrower than Eric’s, but just as long. She gulped, then licked dry lips. “I don’t want to be expanded there.” She moved again, but found herself against the headboard.
“We’ll start slow, sweetheart,” said Matt soothingly. “I would never do anything to harm you.”
“You said harm, not hurt. And that is going to hurt.”
Matt’s cock bounced as if nodding in agreement.
“No more than what happened on the deck,” said Eric smugly.
“What happened?” demanded Matt.
“I spanked her.”
The gleam in Matt’s eyes made her blush. “And?” he asked.
“And we came to an understanding. I will protect Nikki, and she will obey me.”
“In bed!” she added quickly.
“Exactly,” replied Eric. “And that’s where you are right now, correct?”
Her body still throbbed from the release of her orgasm. She remembered the feel of Eric’s finger in her anus. It hadn’t gone in far, but the sensation was immense.
“My brother just made you scream as he filled your eager pussy.” Eric raised a commanding eyebrow. “He’s been wanting your ass since you wiggled it at him on Main Street, begging for him to come after you.”
“I didn’t wiggle it at him!”
Matt frowned. “Then who were you waving it at?”
“No one! It’s just the way I walk. Women with wide hips set their feet down differently due to the angle between their hip joint and ankle. It causes a rotational movement, something that isn’t easily controlled.”
Matt and Eric exchanged glances. Whatever passed between them had them turning to her and taking a step forward. She inhaled.
“You know I’ll only give you what you want,” said Eric. “I’ve had my fingers in your asshole and you like it. Don’t try to deny it.”
“Um…” She looked from one determined, aroused, man to the other as they took another step. Yes, she’d enjoyed the tight stretching of Eric’s fingers. She looked at their cocks, which were a lot closer than they’d been. “Those are a lot bigger than fingers.”
“You said wanted more than eight orgasms tonight,” said Eric.
“I didn’t mean that way!”
She had a choice. She could turn back into the old Nikki, the one who was afraid to feel anything in case it harmed her. The one who was rejected and lonely. Or she could embrace the independent woman of today. She had an entire three-day weekend with no responsibility except to herself. She trusted these men to show her what they could do with a blossoming woman.
Marci said she enjoyed taking both her men at once. Aggie implied that it could be very enjoyable. If she didn’t try it, how would she know? And since many of her patients regularly enjoyed sex with two men, she owed it to them to undertake this research.
The men had moved forward while she thought things out. Both stood at the edge of the bed. Big, brown, and very aroused. The tips of their cocks glistened. She absently licked her lips. They bobbed, almost in unison.
“I said you were playing with fire,” murmured Eric. He leaned over and set his fists on the bed. She couldn’t back up any further. “And sexy women who play with fire get spanked.”
His hands shot out, capturing her ankles. She squealed when he tugged. Suddenly her feet were in the air, legs spread wide with her bottom just above the mattress. She slapped one hand to cover her pussy and wrapped the other arm over her breasts.
“Hands on the bed,” ordered Eric. She shook her head, refusing to give in. His hands gripped her ankles tightly. His nostrils flared as he stared at her. “Hands. On. The. Bed.”
She shook her head as her pussy flooded at his demanding tone. She shouldn’t push him like this. But she was facing two big cocks, one of which was to go somewhere she’d always thought of as exit-only.
“You ever put a woman across your lap and spank her?” asked Eric calmly.
“Never been that lucky,” said Matt hoarsely.
“No!” she yelled, though her pussy throbbed. Excitement made her heart pound and her mind race. Fighting was part of the game. “Don’t you dare! I’m already sore!”
“Today’s your lucky day, Matt,” said Eric.
Though she scrabbled and grabbed for purchase on the bed, Eric easily lifted her. He carried her, head dangling, as she fought to escape. Grinning widely, Matt captured both her wrists in one hand. She fought as hard as before, but the two men easily subdued her. Matt sat on the bench and guided her into place as Eric lowered her, still fighting, onto his lap.
“I’m going to restrain her this time,” said Eric. “She’s a bit rambunctious.”
He wrapped leather cuffs around her wrists, securing them with Velcro, then clipped one to the other. He separated her feet, but used a chain about eighteen inches long. She could squirm and even kick a bit, but when Eric pulled on the chain, she was immobilized.
“Woo-eee,” said Matt as she struggled on his lap. “You sure are feisty.” He trailed his fingers down her inner thigh. She tensed, but all he did was tease. “I like fire in a woman. Makes the bed hot.” He caressed her bottom, squeezing and molding her flesh. She bit her lip to stop from moaning.
“I like seeing my woman laid across on my brother’s lap,” said Eric. He reached between her chest and the bench, caught her nipple between his fingers, and squeezed. A zap of need shot to her swollen pussy. The sharp sting of a spank made her jerk.
“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 mo
re 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.
