by Robin Gideon
“My God, how many of them are there?” she asked, awed by the open space and the vast herd of cattle.
“Hundreds, but that’s just a portion of my population. I keep them segregated into different herds in different pastures depending upon their breed.” Joshua used a fingertip to push his cowboy hat a little further back on his forehead. Annika thought he looked as comfortable in a saddle as Sven looked in a tuxedo at a formal ball for the king of Norway. “Now you can see why I’m so concerned with safety. This is pristine country. No matter how profitable the oil is under the ground, if it jeopardizes this land in any way, it’s just not a worthy investment to me.”
Every time he opens his mouth, he says something that makes me respect him more.
Sven asked, “Where are the wells to be drilled?”
Joshua pointed to the cattle milling about, all with their heads down as they munched grass. “One of them about in the middle of that herd there. Another one to the north of that a quarter of a mile, and a third one to the west.”
“We’re a careful company,” Sven replied. “We’ll get the roads built and put the wells in, and those cows won’t be disturbed one bit.”
“Perhaps.” There was a tinge of suspicion in Joshua’s tone. “We’ll have to see. I’ll need all the facts before we can proceed.”
He’s a rich man who’s not a greedy man. Is it any wonder I succumbed to his charm?
Across the surface of her mind, Annika suddenly had the image of herself, naked, in a huge, comfortable bed with Sven and Joshua. In the mental picture she got, they weren’t making love. Rather, they were casually chatting about nonessential things, as though they had previously made sweet love and were now enjoying the golden glow that comes from sex that satisfies on a myriad of levels.
Don’t go there, Annika. This is a hot, sweaty, short-term affair. Concentrate on the fucking and forget about the making love part.
“Are either of you getting a little hungry?” Joshua asked.
Annika was glad for the question because it took her thoughts away from dangerous things like confusing making love with fucking.
“I could use a little something, but we’re out in the middle of nowhere. There’s nothing to eat.”
Joshua shook his head. “You’re wrong on both counts. This isn’t the middle of nowhere. It’s the middle of my six-hundred acre pasture that’s been in my family for four generations, and it’s where you want to put three oil wells. And as for nothing to eat, you weren’t around when I packed my saddlebags.” He pointed to a low hill a hundred yards away. “We’ll set up a picnic over there.”
Sven looked at Annika and asked, “Picnic?”
“It’s a small meal eaten outdoors.”
Sven smiled and turned to Joshua. “Food…and perhaps something to drink?”
“As a matter of fact, in honor of my guest, I brought along Svedka vodka. It’s Swedish, not Norwegian, but it’s as Scandinavian as I could do on short notice.”
“Joshua, you are becoming a friend. Of that, I am certain.”
* * * *
Sven put his hands around Annika’s waist as she was getting out of the saddle, and the urge to pull her in close, and fill his hands with those glorious breasts, was overpowering. But putting a tight rein on his rather barbaric Viking instincts, Sven merely held her by the waist to ease her down to the ground and make sure she didn’t get her foot caught in the stirrup.
From his saddlebags, Joshua pulled out a small blanket then several sandwiches wrapped in aluminum foil.
“It couldn’t be refrigerated, so I made smoked ham sandwiches and put packets of mustard in with each one for you. They were in the refrigerator until I took them out just before coming here.”
He handed Sven a corner of a blue blanket, and together they stretched it out on the ground. Joshua returned to his horse and, from the saddlebags, extracted three small bottles, one with clear liquid in it, one with amber liquid, one with wine.
“This is a Riesling wine, which the Internet told me is the best wine for ham. I’m hoping you’ll like it,” he said to Annika.
He goes out of his way to make everyone happy, to make sure Annika and I have what we need, what we might like. For an American, he’s an extraordinary man. I’ve underestimated this man as nothing more than a cowboy with too much land. He’s much more than my stereotypes.
Sven turned his attention toward Annika and once again felt that tightening in his throat that reminded him how, from the very beginning, he had to fight to keep from openly staring at her, gawking like a teenager. Her sensuality wasn’t the flaunting type. She didn’t wear revealing clothing that screamed she was a sexual being. Instead, despite her voluptuous, ostentatiously feminine curves, she downplayed her beauty, her physical charms. He remembered seeing her only once before wearing jeans, and that was when they’d bumped into each other at a coffee shop in Oslo on a Saturday morning. When she came to the office, she was always in a skirt suit or a pantsuit, tastefully tailored to look professional and sublimate the extravagance of her breasts.
“This seems so odd to me,” Annika said after the sandwiches had been dispensed and libations served. “There’s so much space. I can see for kilometers and kilometers out here. I split my time between Manhattan and Oslo, two rather densely populated cities. In either of those cities, if you want to look at something a long way away, you’ve got to be looking straight up at the sky.”
“Yes,” Joshua said, “but out here we measure distances in miles, not kilometers.” He took a bite of his sandwich then a sip of whiskey to wash it down. “This is beautiful country. It’s vast and powerful and the soil so rich the grass is thick as carpet. Out here, you could ride for days without seeing another person, provided you stayed away from what few roads there are.”
Sven took a bite of his sandwich, decided that Joshua served truly excellent smoked ham, then took a sip of vodka straight from the bottle.
“This is a business trip of many firsts,” he said then took another sip of vodka. “This is the first time I’ve drank vodka from the bottle, the first time I’ve ridden a horse, the first time I’ve ever allowed work and pleasure to mingle”—he ran his palm lightly over Annika’s calf and then inner thigh, touching her through her jeans—“and the first time I’ve wanted to fuck outdoors.”
* * * *
The lightning bolt of excitement that went through Annika was so shocking, so unanticipated, that it nearly made her come instantly. The emotions she harbored for her boss, she knew, held unflattering elements of a schoolgirl crush. But when she heard him say “fuck” and then boldly stroked his hand up the inside of her leg, all the way to the middle of her thigh, it had shocked her so thoroughly she inhaled sharply, as though she’d suddenly been dunked in icy cold water.
Annika’s head swiveled on her shoulders as she looked around. She was outside in broad daylight, and in the world that she understood, there were always dozens and dozens of people around. No intimacy outdoors when the sun was up was ever likely to go unnoticed, and in all likelihood, would be videotaped by security cameras.
The only animals likely to see Annika’s romantic tryst were the cattle, and they didn’t seem to be paying much attention. Still, Annika had kept a tight leash on her libido for years, and making love outdoors under the sun was sailing into waters entirely uncharted by her libido.
“But, Sven…”
She would have said more, but his big hand slipped a little higher up her thigh, high enough so that the edge of his index finger brushed against the center seam of her jeans where the legs were joined. She felt the pressure, light but tantalizing nevertheless, against the lips of her pussy. Fresh cream lubricated her labia, and Annika felt her panties suddenly start to cling moistly to her slit.
“Joshua said we’re far, far away from civilization. Why not enjoy nature?” He moved closer to Annika, and she felt her heart accelerate. “Look around you. What could be more natural than making love under the sun?”
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nbsp; Cursing herself for responding so quickly to Sven’s caress, Annika replied, “Natural? One woman with two men? Does that seem natural to—”
Sven’s kiss put an end to Annika’s protests. She knew she shouldn’t succumb so quickly to her boss and lover. There was nothing in her background to prepare her for the romantic entanglements that came with having an affair with a coworker who, even more importantly, was also her employer.
As though from a distance, Annika heard Joshua say quietly, “Damn, it’s sexy to watch you kissing her.”
Annika felt herself being dominated by Sven’s size, strength, and determination. She started to push him away, but his hands quickly grabbed her by the wrists. A moment later he had her wrists together and was pinning them to the blanket with a single hand. With his free hand, he pinched lightly at her nipples for a moment but then reached low to caress her pussy through her jeans.
Don’t moan. Don’t let him know how easily he arouses you.
The thought did not translate into action. She moaned lustily as Sven’s tongue danced with hers and his hand rubbed up and down over the length of her pussy. It was shockingly erotic to be caressed through her jeans, and it heightened her passion to know that Joshua was very close and watching everything she was doing.
The kiss finally ended, but before it did, Annika could feel the heat in her cunt emanating outward, touching every nerve ending, sending her senses soaring. She loved it that Sven held her wrists together and trapped firmly to the ground, giving her a sense of domination and bondage, an awareness of her own desire to be submissive to an alpha male. Still, a lifetime of being defiant of authority could not be easily shunted aside, so she turned her face away.
“Can’t this wait until we’re back at the ranch?” Annika said, trying hard for a tone of sarcasm and failing slightly.
“No,” Sven replied, pinching Annika’s nipple through her blouse and bra, “it can’t. I need you now. Right…fucking…now.”
His words nearly made her climax.
“But—”
He captured her mouth again, and Annika felt herself sinking into a whirlwind of forbidden lust as Sven’s mouth claimed hers as his toy. She had Sven’s free hand on her breasts, pinching, tugging, and twisting on her nipples with just the right amount of force to dance along the tightrope separating pleasure and pain.
When did I become such a slut?
Annika flinched at the thought. She didn’t want to picture herself as a slut, but what decent woman would give herself to two men at the same time?
She felt Joshua tugging off her jogging shoes and then her white socks. As she sucked hungrily on Sven’s tongue as it moved erotically in her mouth, she felt her jeans getting unsnapped. A moment later, her zipper was tugged down.
A good woman wouldn’t find this so fucking exciting.
When she felt her jeans being opened and then tugged down, she raised her hips to assist the process.
Fuck it. I guess I’m not a good woman.
Sven’s fingers were adroit as he unbuttoned her blouse then tugged the cups of her bra beneath the swells of her breasts, doing it all without ever once taking his hand away from her wrists, which he kept trapped against the ground.
Annika felt her jeans getting pulled down her legs and then removed completely. She lifted her hips again, and her bikini panties were removed with alacrity.
I’m sooo going to get fucked.
Just the thought of it was nearly enough to make her climax.
Chapter Nine
Annika had just slipped her tongue between Sven’s lips when she felt Joshua’s strong hands on her naked thighs, spreading them. A moment later, she felt Joshua’s mouth on her pussy, his slick tongue separating her folds.
To have a hot, talented tongue moving up and down over the lips of her pussy while another man feasted on her mouth, kissing her with a fierce determination to please, was a dizzying experience for Annika. Trembling, moaning, her voluptuous body was squirming on the blanket as the men pleasured her.
Suddenly, Sven pulled at her wrists, forcing Annika to sit up. Disoriented by the explosion of sensuality flooding her system, Annika did not resist as Sven removed her blouse and bra. Now completely naked, Annika felt gloriously free but a little bewildered at what she was supposed to do, at what was or wasn’t expected of her.
“This is so unfair,” Annika said as she looped her arms around Sven’s neck. The scent of his cologne was intoxicating. The heat of the sun on her bare skin warmed her. “What chance do I have against the two of you?”
Sven guided her back down to the blanket, his broad chest compressing her breasts, the feel of his shirt against her nipples supremely erotic. As his mouth slanted down over hers, Joshua resumed his slick oral caresses as he sucked her clit between his lips. She felt a single finger get inserted into her pussy and a strong hand close over her naked breast to squeeze it firmly.
I think Sven could make me come just from kissing me.
It was an incongruous thought for Annika to have since, at that moment, Joshua was sucking lightly on her clit, flicking his tongue against the small, erect button of flesh, while she was busily French kissing with Sven.
Turning her face aside, Annika ended her passionate kiss and said, “Take off your clothes. If I’m going to be naked, I want you to be, too.”
The words burned in Annika’s ears. It was difficult to fathom that she’d just told two gorgeous men that she wanted to see them naked. When she’d left Oslo with Sven, she’d never dreamed that her life would change so drastically, so completely.
She watched as Joshua and Sven removed their clothes. Once they were both naked, she could see the differences. Though both were big men, Joshua had a hairy chest, and Sven’s chest was perfectly smooth, the muscles beneath the skin starkly visible. Both men were obviously thoroughly aroused.
“I want them,” Annika whispered, staring at their hard cocks while she sat on the blanket. “They’re mine.”
They stepped closer, and Annika took them in her hands. She stroked their erections as she got her knees beneath her. She looked up, and it was a shocking to see both men towering over her, big and powerful and distinctly intimidating. Their physical dominance made fresh nectar ooze to the lips of her pussy. She pulled Sven closer, kissed the head of his cock several times, then pushed her lips over the crown. Sven’s groan delighted Annika as she swirled her tongue against the nerve-laden underside.
Annika bobbed several times, released Sven, then captured Joshua’s cock between her lips. Trembling, moaning, she swanned her head and shoulders, distinctly aware of the swaying of her breasts, of the sun on her skin, and the slight breeze that fluffed her hair.
“I need to be inside you,” Sven said, his voice a low growl as he removed Annika’s hand from his erection.
Annika let the men position her how they wanted. As aroused as she was, she would have given them anything, let them have everything. For these men, nothing in the sexual realm was off-limits. Her juices were flowing freely, her clit tingling, as Sven pushed her onto her hands and knees and got down behind her.
“Oh, yes,” Annika said quietly as the men got into position.
She closed her eyes in bliss as Sven’s cock wedged apart the lips of her pussy, the passage made slick with her cream. The plump head of Joshua’s cock forced her jaws to open as he filled her mouth, not stopping his forward thrust until he was pressed against the opening of her throat.
They started out pumping their hips slowly to work their cocks into Annika’s hungrily receptive body, but that didn’t last long. The lust was burning too hot for them to remain patient. Annika loved all of it, every sensation, every hard thrust. She felt her breasts swaying beneath her and heard the smack! of Sven’s pelvis against the cheeks of her ass as his cock filled her pussy. Joshua combed the fingers of both hands into her hair to hold her steady as he fucked her mouth.
“Goddamned woman’s an addiction to me,” Joshua said in a low, passion-tense tone.
He released her hair with his left hand then reached beneath her body to cup and squeeze one trembling breast. “I can’t seem to get enough of her.”
I’ll do anything you want. I’ll get down on my knees and suck your cock with all of Elk’s Crossing watching, if that’s what you want, my American cowboy.
Annika hadn’t felt the climax approaching until it was upon her. Pushing backward against Sven, she impaled herself on his rigid cock and turned her face sharply to the side to get Joshua’s erection out of her mouth.
“Oh, God!” she gasped as her pussy squeezed, flexing around Sven’s thrusting cock. “I’m coming!”
Her arms collapsed beneath her, and she fell to the blanket. She put her head on her crossed arms. Her ass was still up high as Sven continued to fuck her, his big hands tight on her hips.
“Wait. Please.” Annika could hardly speak. The surface of her skin itched and tingled in the afterglow of her orgasm. “Sven, give me a second.”
She felt him hold tightly onto her hips, his cock motionless but buried full-length in her slick sheath. Seconds ticked by, then Sven withdrew completely from her pussy. Annika laughed softly and theatrically fell onto her side before rolling onto her back. In a naked sprawl, she felt the hot gazes of her lovers feasting on her body.
“Climaxes! My darlings, is there anything quite like a really powerful climax?” She stretched, feeling her skin cooling slightly now that she was descending from orgasmic heights. “You two really know how to please me.”
“I hope you’ve caught your breath,” Joshua said as he moved so that his big, naked body covered Annika, “because I need to feel that sweet pussy of yours around my cock.”
Annika looped her arms around his neck as the crown of his cock nudged the lips of her pussy apart, and then he began the long, erotic plunge until he was fully buried in her body. She kissed his mouth, parting her lips to invite his tongue.
A minute ago I had Sven’s cock in my pussy, and now I’ve got Joshua’s. Such a wanton wench I’ve become.
