Cole, Kaliana - Good Horses, Fast Cars and Real Men (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour)

by Kaliana Cole

  On the farm front, the sale horses were progressing nicely. Most had been introduced to free jumping in the arena and were showing some phenomenal natural ability. Jade had decided against breaking any of the sale horses due to time constraints. Instead she worked on Kenny while Matt devoted his time to the two four-year-old mares she was keeping to replace some old brood mares.

  Dancer had been brought up to the stallion barn after wintering in the creek paddock, ready for another busy breeding season. Rather than have outside mares visiting this year, he was to spend a few days at the breeding center for semen collections. This year all foals by him other than Douglas Park foals would be a product of A.I.

  The blood-stock agent commissioned for the sale had preparations well under control. Advertising, cataloguing, and catering were all taken care of. He was encouraging Jade to put on an exhibition with Kenny and hold an auction for a service to the promising young stallion. While uncomfortable with riding in front of a crowd after so long, she could see the financial benefits of showcasing Kenny’s potential before he hit open competition. A trip to the A.I. center was in order for him, too.

  The new farrier, Phil Burton, came three days in a row to catch up on all the trimming that needed taking care of, as well as shoeing Kenny and Matt’s two girls. He was a godsend as far as Matt was concerned because Anna never took her eyes off the strong, steel-haired fifty-year-old.

  Jade laughed to find the older woman at a loss for words when she had been joking about, wondering out loud if that body really could do what it looked like and go all night. Phil’s quiet but heated response had been, “There’s only one way to find out.”

  Nate had stayed on Monday night, and Jade had finally got a chance to do what she had always wanted and explored his big, lean body at her leisure.

  From head to toe, her hands, lips, and tongue had mapped the contours: the hard plains and deep ridges of his chest and stomach, the smooth, sculpted topography of his wedge-shaped back, his long, lean legs and powerful arms. She charted all of it for her pleasure.

  The size of his cock presented a challenge Jade couldn’t resist. She had lapped and laved at it before stretching her lips wide around the fat head and giving it all she had. She couldn’t take him deep and was glad he didn’t mind a scrape of teeth, but he praised her efforts, his deep voice rough and jagged as he egged her on, telling her exactly what she was doing to him. His tortured groan when he came had Jade squeezing her legs tight together as she swallowed his seed.

  She was thankful he was a firm believer in fair play. As soon as he caught his breath, he descended on her. His lips and tongue attacked her clit while he worked the ass tickler, kindly supplied by Brett, into her tight back entrance.

  With what they had planned for Friday, they were going to take every opportunity to make sure she was ready. They wanted Matt to see nothing but pleasure on her face when Brett worked his cock up her ass in front of him.

  He had pushed three orgasms from her before she cried off, too sensitive to continue. Rather than waning, they grew in intensity, the butt plug driving her crazy as she clenched upon it, unable to control her wild reaction to having something in her ass.

  It was a sensation that couldn’t be ignored or assimilated, one that demanded she react. Jade knew it was the one thing she would never get used to, its effect too profound, snatching her control away, turning her into a creature of pure need.

  Tuesday was Matt’s night. It was a night of laid-back loving. He massaged all the tight knots from her back and shoulders before kissing every waning bruise Nate had left on her. He played and suckled at her breasts for what felt like eternity, in no hurry to do any more than that.

  His generous mouth was unadulterated heaven as Jade ran curious but lazy hands over the well-developed muscles of his shoulders and arms. The build-up of arousal a nice simmering need rather than a boiling maelstrom as she moaned and sighed under his tender ministrations.

  When he finally did slide into her welcoming depths, it was a sensual revelation to Jade. Never before had she had the big man over her. She had been so overwhelmed by his immense body but felt so sheltered, so protected. She gloried in the rock-hard muscle that corded his vast frame as he braced himself on his elbows, supporting the majority of his weight but staying skin to skin. The difference in height meant that her face was buried at the base of his neck. His sweet, musky scent filled her senses, and the salty tang of fresh sweat danced upon her palette.

  He kept up a slow glide and retreat that raked his root against her clit as he gave a small extra thrust at the top of each stroke. Rather than demand her reaction, he coaxed it from her with patience and finesse. When she did come, it was as sweet and long as their loving had been. Matt had followed suit straight after, his very male groan of completion vibrating through his big body to be absorbed by hers. Jade slept the sleep of the dead that night, entwined with the warm body that took up most of her bed.

  Brett turned up on Wednesday, and his night could not have been any greater a contrast. He had arrived with a duffle bag full of surprises, including a larger ass tickler, a new, larger dildo, and a set of vibrating nipple clamps. He had given her an evil grin as he tore them out of their packaging and prepared the toys. Only when they were all readied and sitting on the bedside table had he put his hands on her. By then anticipation had done much of his work for him, her folds slick and her breasts aching for his less-than-gentle touch.

  Half an hour later she had been reduced to begging, her tortured nipples sending wave after wave of ripples cascading through her womb. The smooth latex invading her ass was bigger, her desperate clamping actually shifting it within her, causing her to do it again and again, intensifying the feeling of depraved pleasure it inflicted.

  Brett had merely clipped on the clamps and lubed the plug, holding it in place while she had fucked it into her own ass at his torrid direction. He had then just sat back and watched the show after cuffing her to the bed head. She had worked herself into such a state that he would only have to look at her clit, and she would come.

  When her pleading had fallen so sweetly on his ears, he denied her for an extra few minutes just to listen to her beg. He had then picked up the vibrator that was a match for his own respectable size, letting her see him run it around his balls until she fairly drooled for the feeling of impalement. When he positioned himself behind her, she expected to feel the plastic cock drive into her fraught pussy, but it was hot, satin-skinned man meat that split her wide.

  The feel of the double penetration made her senses reel as his thrusting jostled the ass tickler deep inside her. She didn’t need the vibrating cockhead he pressed against her clit to make her come. She had already started to go over when he did.

  Brett had held still for her orgasm and then resumed a steady thrust, making sure he pushed against her back wall with every stroke. He waited until she was mewling in need once more before tearing the plug from her desperate grip. Her cry of protest cut short when he’d pulled out of her pussy and drove straight into her vacant ass.

  He’d reveled in the escalation of cries as he had began forging back and forth inside her snug grip. Pulling her upright, he had teased her with the plastic phallus, not letting the vibrations play against her clit but giving her enough to stay teetering on the edge. Only when he plunged the dildo into her desire-soaked channel did he allow her to come, the vibrations reaching him through the thin membrane enough to shake his tenuous self-control. He spent in the clenching grip of her ass, her body milking him to the last drop.

  Jade couldn’t wait for Friday night.

  * * * *

  She slept alone the next night, the older brothers conspiring to keep Matt away, too, telling him only that Jade would be coming over the next night. Nate helped Brett to make some alterations to his playroom, setting up the super-king-size bed that pulled down from the wall and clearing the apparatus that littered it. By the time they finished, it looked like a very Goth bedroom for an extreme
ly large person. When they had Jade this time, it would be in comfort.

  All day Friday, she was restless, anticipation building as the day drew on. Matt was puzzled at the smile she just couldn’t hide as well as the blush that kept springing up. He knew she was coming over for dinner that night, but that was it. If he could have known what was going through her head, he would have been the one blushing.

  * * * *

  Jade had showered, shaved, and moisturized a whole hour before she was due to be at the Kelly farm. She was actually wearing a skirt, a little flirty number that fell in flattering lines to above the knee. She thanked god for fake tan when she saw how anemic-looking her legs had become from wearing long pants all the time. She called Anna to take care of the next morning’s work, who had assured her that she and the twins would manage just fine.

  When Jade arrived half an hour early, Matt was pleasantly surprised while Nate and Brett just gave her a knowing grin. Dinner was nice and light, a warm Thai chicken salad with plenty of roasted sweet kumara throughout.

  The variety of dishes Brett could make astounded Jade. It was a long way from the chicken-fried steak, venison stews, and peach cobblers she had grown up with, and the quality as good as she had ever enjoyed at any Californian restaurant. Matt had just cleared the table and headed out to help Brett wash up when Nate beckoned to her, crooking a finger as he pushed back a little from the head of the table. He sat her up on the solid oak in front of him, running appreciative hands up her smooth shaven legs to rest under her skirt, thumbs teasing the soft skin of her sensitive inner thighs. “Are you ready to shock the big guy tonight, darlin’?”

  “God, yes!” she replied. “It is all I have thought about all bloody day.”

  “Good, I was hoping you were looking forward to it. Brett and I have a plan of sorts. Just go along with us and be yourself, and everything should work out just fine.” He gave her a grin. “Just know I won’t leave you hanging no matter how much it looks like it is going to happen.”

  “I don’t think I really want to know, Nate. There is only one thing you and Brett have to remember, and that is that payback is a bitch, and she comes with interest.”

  “I wouldn’t have it any other way, darlin.” The smile he gave her made her insides melt.

  Jade leaned forward to kiss him, laying a teasing caress against the smiling curve of his lips, only when she licked at the seam did he give in and return it. He pulled back with a wicked glint in his eye. “I think it’s time for dessert.”

  He spilled her back against the table, supporting her back with his strong hands so she didn’t hit her head. Her girly “eep” of surprise was nearly drowned out by his desperate curse when he flipped her skirt up. Jade’s smile had a distinctly feminine twist to it as she rose up on her elbows.

  She wasn’t wearing any panties.

  Nate’s shock didn’t last long. He gave her a wide-eyed look of appreciation before burying his head between her legs, intent on torment rather than her fulfillment.

  * * * *

  Brett heard the little telltale sound that indicated Nate had began phase one of their little plan for the night. God, he loved the sounds she made!

  Matt had his head down stacking plates in the cupboard and hadn’t heard it. Brett managed to keep his voice even as he asked him to go and see if Jade and Nate wanted dessert. He kept an eye on Matt as he stuck his head around the corner. The big lug nearly tripped over. His mouth opened and closed like a fish out of water before he managed to say, “I think Nate’s already having dessert, and Jade is so not thinking about food right now.”

  With a puzzled look Brett came to stand next to his brother. Even expecting it, the sight sent the majority of his blood supply southbound.

  Jade lay back on the table facing them, propped on her elbows with such a look of abandonment on her ardor-drugged face. Slits of emerald could barely be glimpsed between the thick black lashes surrounding them, and her lips were slick, her little pink tongue visible in the part between. Her knees were drawn up high and wide, feet resting on the tabletop, but what should have been the focus of that seductive pose was hidden by the dark-haired head of their eldest brother.

  Brett let the dishtowel fall to the floor when he saw she in fact watched them, not the face that lovingly tasted her folds. He knew Matt spotted it, too, when he groaned before starting for the table. With a grin Brett followed, making for the opposite side of the table.

  Matt’s hands went for the buttons on the front of her blouse while Brett deftly undid her bra one-handed. He winked at her look of surprise. Practice did make perfect. Within thirty seconds they had her stripped bare but for the decorative strip around her waist that her skirt had become.

  Brett spared a smile for the predictability of his younger brother, who fell upon her bared breasts like a starving man. Jade’s eyes fluttered in response, and Brett found he couldn’t pass up a chance to sample her lips.

  Kissing her while the other two worked upon her body was an interesting experience. Half the time she ate at him hungrily, and the other half she lay there passive, solely absorbed in what was being inflicted upon her a bit lower down. He made a game of nipping at her every time she forgot his mouth, competing with the others to hold her attention.

  * * * *

  Jade was at a loss, struggling to process all the separate sensations, not yet that far gone in her lust that all had become one. Gradually, she came to realize that while Matt played at her breasts in earnest, the other two but toyed with her. Nate spending more time nuzzling than licking and Brett was doing his best to send her crazy, waiting until she really started to enjoy Matt’s ministrations before demanding her notice with sharp teeth and a knowing chuckle.

  The knowledge that they were playing their younger brother as well as her gave her the fortitude to not fall under their spell completely. She knew that later she would have no choice, but for now, she held part of herself back. Brett must have noticed her newfound control because he crooned his approval in her ear. She felt Nate smile against her inner thigh as she relaxed into his touch rather than straining toward it.

  * * * *

  Matt remained oblivious to the byplay happening around him, feeling only the firm, malleable flesh beneath his hands and mouth and the hand that held his head close, stroking through the short-cropped hair.

  It was Brett thumping him on the shoulder that had him realizing that he was the only one still partaking of the feast. “Let’s find a bed.” Nate drawled laconically. “There’s no shortage of them, and this table can’t be comfortable.”

  * * * *

  It was Brett who picked her up to carry her, taking the opportunity to whisper in her ear. “You are doing so good, baby. I am so glad you have found a bit of control, but it is time to let it go now. We have to show Matt how much you love this if you want a chance to see if you can take him.” He ignored Matt’s protest as they passed the bedrooms, heading into the second hall. “How does the idea of having me and Nate at the same time strike you? Too much, or are you that hungry for it?”

  Jade groaned at the imagery he presented, the thought of being that stretched, that full. “I’ll take that as a yes, but we will go slow, sweetheart. Just let us love you, and you can have Matt just the way you want him. Remember, we have all night.”

  He opened the door, the bed area already illuminated by soft lighting. Jade’s eyes were not the only ones that flew open at the change in the inky hued room. Matt was definitely surprised, too. Right across to the crisp-sheeted bed, Brett carried her before he stood her up and slipped the skirt down to pool around her ankles. He handed her onto the high bed before reaching for his own clothes.

  Jade sat and watched unabashed as the three very different men stripped: Matt’s beefy brawn, Brett’s compact musculature, and Nate’s rangy strength. All so different and yet so damn good to look at. Just the sight of them had her pussy weeping in welcome.

  Nate made the bed first, propping himself up on the pillows,
his big cock laying against the trail of hair that led down his belly, but not yet completely hard. Jade couldn’t resist giving it a help along, running her hot little tongue from his balls to the fat tip. Nate growled and gave her a predatory smile that would do a tiger proud. She rose up on her knees and kissed him deeply, his tongue snaking out to stroke and duel with hers.

  She felt other hands touch her. She didn’t have to look to know it was Brett who had gone straight for her ass, kneading and squeezing at the firm globes. Nate gave her one last kiss and turned her to face Matt, his little brother needing no urging to take up where he had left off. He turned his attention to her nape and shoulders, kissing and nipping, threatening but not biting down.

  Jade soaked up the attention like a sponge, pushing Matt back and climbing aboard his wide torso to have her way with his mouth. Brett wouldn’t let her work herself against the corrugated abs beneath her, instead sneaking a hand under to quickly ratchet her desire into the vicinity of boiling point. Jade forgot to breathe, and her eyes rolled back in her head when she felt the now-familiar touch of the plug at her ass.

  * * * *

  Matt watched in bewilderment as she nearly passed out from pleasure atop him. It was only when he saw both Brett and Nate’s attention locked firmly on her ass did he suspect what was happening. He almost protested until Jade’s near-silent whisper “more. Give me more” reached his ears.

  Thinking they must be teasing her pussy with a toy of some sort he slid his hand underneath, feeling her wet, slick folds. He encountered the latex rather more rearward than he had anticipated, feeling her ring stretched around a well-lubricated, flexible plug that was being fucked slowly into her body.

  It was her hand that slid atop his much larger one, her fingers that guided his to slide into her warm, wet passage. Matt slipped two long, thick fingers inside her, the way made tighter by the toy gradually filling her rear. He could gauge its progress by both the feel of it through her thin rear wall and the look of ecstasy that filled her slack face. She kept her hand atop his, encouraging the heel of his palm in a slow grind against her clit. He laid back and watched her desire build, feeling everything his brothers were doing to her.