by Paige Warren
Oh lord! What was he planning now? Would she survive the torture?
She felt Ryan’s presence behind her, then his arms wrapped around her as he gently spread the lips of her pussy, exposing her completely to both men. God, she’d never been on fire like this before! Her whole body ached to be touched, caressed, and kissed.
The soft fluffy thing traced up the inside of one thigh and down the other. Tense, needing to come, and wanting to beg him to play with her pussy, she bit her lip again.
Synclair chuckled. “You know, brother, I do believe our delightful Gemma is trying not to cry out. Wouldn’t her mouth look exceptionally pretty with a ball-gag in it?”
Ryan groaned. “I don’t know who you’re torturing more, her or me.”
“You’ll get your reward soon enough,” Synclair promised.
Then it happened. When she least expected it, the soft, fluffy thing stroked her pussy, brushing against her aching clit. She bit back a moan, but couldn’t stop herself from thrusting her breasts forward. It stroked her again, lightly teasing, fanning the flames of her desire. She strained against the cuffs as her body tightened, needing release.
“Syn, don’t you think she deserves a reward?” Ryan asked.
The soft thing swirled against her clit again, making her thighs shake.
“Do you need a reward, little one? Does Gemma need to come?”
“Y–Yes. Please.”
“I’ll let you come, but you don’t stop until I say so.”
What the…How was she supposed to do that? It wasn’t like she could control her orgasm. Really, she’d tried in the past and always failed.
There was a bit of rustling, and then something cool and firm teased her pussy, gliding up and down, but not quite slipping inside, where she wanted it most. There was a soft click and then she felt it vibrate. Her heart raced, knowing her orgasm was so close at hand, and she clenched her hands into fists, trying to retain some semblance of control over her body. But then, that was the whole point, wasn’t it? She wasn’t in control of her body. Synclair was.
She didn’t have time to brace herself. One moment he was teasing her, the next he thrust the toy inside of her, pressing another piece of it against her clit. Her back bowed, her mouth opened, and the loudest cry she’d ever heard spilled from her as she came long and hard. The toy was relentless, buzzing against her clit mercilessly, making the orgasm go on and on. She felt moisture slip from her pussy and pool under her ass on the chair, and still Synclair didn’t relent. She jerked and bucked under the onslaught, not certain whether she wanted to close her thighs or spread them wider. It was torture. It was ecstasy. It was the most intense experience of her sexual life.
There was a click and the vibration died down a notch. Tremors still racked her body, her pussy still throbbed, clenching and grasping at the toy inside of her. Slowly, her body relaxed, twitching every now and then as he kept her right on the edge of another orgasm.
“Ryan, why don’t you come around here,” Synclair said.
She felt Ryan move away and mourned the loss. She’d felt close to him, with his arms curving around her.
“Look to your right, Gemma.”
She faithfully turned her face in that direction. There was some whispering that she couldn’t quite catch, and then she heard a zipper slide down. Her pussy clenched again, this time in anticipation. Were they going to ditch the toy? Was one of them going to fuck her? God, she hoped so! She wanted them, so badly. Both of them!
“Open your mouth, Gemma,” Synclair commanded softly.
She did as he bade and felt the head of a cock brush against her lips. Reaching out with her tongue, she swirled it around the tip, licking up the pre-cum that was building there. If her nose didn’t deceive her, it was Ryan feeding his cock to her. He tasted sweet and salty at the same time and she readily accepted him, twirling her tongue around his shaft as he eased between her lips.
“You’re going to hold still, Gemma,” Synclair said. “If you don’t, you’ll be punished.”
Her nipples tightened to the point of pain, his words turning her on almost as much as his actions had so far.
“Ryan, fuck her mouth. Drive your cock into her until you come. Understand?”
“Yes.” Ryan growled.
Ryan fisted her hair in his hand and fed her more of his cock. He withdrew a little before plunging inside again, this time not stopping until he touched the back of her throat. She stroked him with her tongue during every thrust, wanting to push him over the edge. She was so focused on Ryan, she’d momentarily forgotten Synclair, until he swirled the toy over her clit, making her thighs clench as more moisture leaked out of her.
As Ryan began powering in and out of her mouth, lost to his own need, Synclair clicked the button again, turning the toy on high. Shock waves of pleasure rolled over her as her pussy spasmed. A high, keening noise escaped her, and then Ryan was thrusting hard as he came, his release shooting down her throat. When he was finished, Synclair removed the toy, giving her a moment’s respite.
“Are you ready for what comes next, Gemma?” Synclair asked. “Can you guess what it is?”
“You haven’t come yet.”
He chuckled. “That’s right. I haven’t. And do you know how you’re going to make me come?”
“You’re going to fuck my pussy?”
“No, I think your pussy has seen enough action for the moment.” She felt him lean in close, his lips brushing her ear. “I’m going to fuck that delectable ass of yours. Have you ever been fucked in the ass before?”
“Y–Yes.” It was her deepest, darkest secret—how very much she loved to have a man’s cock in her ass.
“I’m going to uncuff you now, but you’re going to leave the blindfold on. Maybe if you’re lucky, when I’m done with this sweet ass of yours, Ryan will fuck your pussy. Seems he’s still hard.”
She felt his arms come around her and then the cuffs clinked free, clattering to the floor. Synclair helped her rise from the chair, and then he positioned her against the reception desk, her palms flat on the wood surface as he bent her over so that her ass stuck out. Her blood hummed in her veins as she thought about the orgasms she’d already had and the ones yet to come.
His palm caressed her ass cheeks, first one then the other, her skin warming to his touch. Three quick swats in rapid succession had her gasping in surprise. She felt her skin warm even more.
“My, my. Your ass pinks up so nicely, Gemma.” Synclair rubbed the globes before smacking them again. Her pussy clenched with need.
His fingers slid between her splayed legs, gathering her juices.
“Seems someone’s wet enough, I don’t think I’ll need lube this time. I’ll just use your own sweet nectar.” He leaned close, his chest brushing her back. “Do you know how I’m going to do that?”
“How?”
“I’m going to fill this pussy with my cock,” he said, patting the wet lips gently. “Then when my cock is good and wet, I’m going to work it into your ass. You’re going to look so pretty stretched around my big, fat cock. I could damn near come just thinking about it. Are you going to squeeze my cock well, Gemma? Are you going to be nice and tight for me?”
She moaned, unable to respond. God, she wished he’d quit teasing her and take her already!
“First, maybe I should prep this pretty hole, don’t you think?” he crooned in her ear.
His fingers dipped inside her pussy, coating them with her cream. Then he circled her rosette, toying with her, slowly easing first one finger inside of her then another. It burned, but it felt so damn good. When he added a third finger, scissoring them to stretch her for his cock, she pressed back against him, wanting more.
“Mmm. My, but someone seems eager,” Synclair said. “Doesn’t she seem eager, Ryan?”
“Yeah, she does.”
Synclair pulled away from her and she heard him unfasten his pants. His hands gripped her hips as he lifted her onto her toes, the head of his cock brus
hing against her pussy. He played with her, sliding the head back and forth along her folds, bumping against her sensitive clit. He pressed forward, his cock breaching her. Oh lord! He’d said he had a big, fat cock, but she’d thought he was just blustering. As the head eased inside of her, the walls of her pussy stretched tight around his shaft, swallowing him whole until he bottomed out inside of her. Gods! She’d never felt so full before! It was pleasure mixed with the bite of pain. How the hell he was going to fit in her ass, she didn’t know, but there was no doubt he would try.
He pumped his hips, coating his cock with her honey before slipping from her body. He spread her cheeks and pressed his cock against her rosette. She felt the pressure of him trying to enter her, and then the intense burning as his cock popped through the ring of muscle. Gemma forced herself to breathe through it, reminding herself she wanted this just as much as he did. As his shaft sank into her, she heard him groan, felt the vibration of it through his cock.
“So tight. So beautiful.”
When his hips kissed her, she breathed a sigh of relief. She’d thought he would never get all the way inside of her. Thinking he would allow her a moment to adjust, she tried to relax. He pulled back, not stopping until only the head of his cock was inside of her, and then he plunged forward, fast and hard. She cried out as she gripped the desk, his cock hitting all of her nerve endings.
“Ryan. Come play with her clit. Get the toy if you want. I want to feel this ass squeeze my cock while she comes.”
She panted, not sure if she wanted to cry from the relief of her impending orgasm, as she felt the toy slip inside of her and nuzzle up against her clit, or if she wanted to cry because this was the only way Ryan was joining them. She wanted his cock, at the same time as Synclair’s. The little toy whirred to life as Ryan kicked it into high gear. Her clit, still sensitive from before, nearly couldn’t take it and she was coming almost immediately.
“Fuck yeah!” Synclair growled as her ass clenched him, as she rode out her first orgasm. But Ryan wasn’t done with her. He circled the toy against her clit, making her come again almost immediately. As wave after wave crashed over her, pulling her under then sending her flying once more, Synclair pounded into her ass.
Even when he came, Ryan didn’t stop. He teased and tormented, making her come so hard her legs barely held her up. She felt Synclair slip from her body as she came one last time.
“Next time, we’re doing this at home,” Synclair said.
Gemma shivered. She wasn’t sure she’d survive next time. The pleasure had been so intense, it was nearly too much to bear. The blindfold was removed and Synclair pulled her against his chest.
“Thank you for that,” he murmured against her hair. “You’re one hell of a woman, Gemma.”
“But Ryan…”
“Will come again next time. He got to take that sexy mouth of yours. We can wait until we have you in our home before we take you again. We aren’t completely without mercy. Your ass is going to be sore for a day or two.” He swatted her. “But at least I’ll know you’re thinking about me.”
She couldn’t deny that. She would definitely be thinking of them, even if she wasn’t sore. Now that she’d had a taste of them, she couldn’t wait for another round.
Synclair gave her a bruising kiss before Ryan took a turn, leaving her knees weak and her heart racing again. They were so potent. Now that she knew what to expect from them, she wasn’t sure she’d be able to look at them ever again without thinking of this moment. When they released her, she stumbled her way to the door, not sure her legs would ever work again.
With one last longing look in their direction, she let herself out, stepping into the balmy night air. Sucking in as much air as she could, she climbed into the truck she’d borrowed from the ranch and headed home.
Chapter Ten
Several weeks passed, glorious weeks of spending as much time with Ryan and Synclair as Gemma possibly could. She’d started working at Synclair’s shop, only four hours a day, but it gave her some spending money so that she didn’t have to rely solely on her cousins for things like shampoo or getting her nails done. After the guys had complimented her on her pretty nails, she’d made it a point to make weekly visits to the salon, taking Elodie with her.
She sat at the kitchen sipping on a cup of coffee when Elodie walked in. She smiled at her friend and almost cousin by marriage. Thankfully, Elodie’s morning sickness had passed and she now glowed with health. Gemma had always heard of the pregnancy glow, but she’d never met anyone who had it before.
“Morning,” Elodie said, as she poured herself a glass of orange juice and settled into the chair across from Gemma. “You’re already dressed.”
“I thought I’d swing by the guys’ house and surprise them this morning.”
“Mm-hm.” Elodie smirked. “I just bet you do.”
Gemma felt her cheeks warm. “What can I say? They’re irresistible.”
“You’ve been spending a lot of time with them. I take it things are going well? You get this silly grin on your face whenever you talk about them, so I’m going to assume they make you happy.”
“Yeah.” Gemma smiled. “They do. And I’d like to think I make them happy, too. At least, they haven’t mentioned calling it quits, so that has to be a good sign. They don’t seem to be tiring of me.”
“Have they talked about where they see things going?”
“They’ve assured me they are dating me exclusively, so I guess that’s something. I can’t really ask more of them than that.”
“Sure you can. Maybe we’ll hear wedding bells soon.”
Gemma snorted. “Yeah, yours. Speaking of, when’s the wedding? Have you set a date yet? I heard you discussing it with my cousins the other night.”
“We’ve decided to have it next month. We want your brothers to be here and they should be arriving in the next two weeks or so. Then, of course, we have to invite the rest of the family. And I have one friend I’d like to send an invitation to.”
“Jasmine?” Gemma asked. “I’ve heard you talking to her on the phone a few times. Think she’ll ever move back here?”
“Maybe. We’ve talked about it. The town is changing, for the better, so she might give it another chance. I still get ridiculed sometimes, but it doesn’t happen nearly as often. More people are tolerant of me now that I’m with your cousins. You’d think being in a ménage relationship would make them worse, not better, but it seems like because the guys accept me, so can the townspeople. Silly, huh?”
“Maybe they figure if three men fell in love with you, there’s more to you than meets the eye. I’m glad they’re giving you another chance.”
“I’m sure it helps that I’m spending money around town now, other than just going to the grocery store and the library. I never had money to really do anything around here before but, now, thanks to Cody, Beau, and Beck, I’m able to go shopping whenever I want, get my nails done, go to the movies. I think getting out more often has helped change their minds.”
“They’re getting to know you better.” Gemma smiled. “And you’re so sweet, how could they not like you?”
Elodie returned her smile. “You have to say that. I’m marrying into your family.”
“No. Because you’re marrying into my family, I should dislike you and tell you to stay away from cousins. They’re like brothers to me, but I see how good you are for them, and how good they are for you. The four of you balance each other out, each bringing something to the relationship.”
“They take care of me. I’m not sure what my part in it all is.”
“You take care of them, too. And you’re taking those classes so you can help with the ranch paperwork. I know the guys are thrilled that you want to take an active part in something that is such a big part of their lives.”
“Yeah, I guess. I just feel like I should be doing more.”
“Elodie, you spend part of your day watching your class lectures and doing homework, then you clean, y
ou cook. I’m not sure when you think you’d have time for anything else. Not to mention, you’re pregnant. You should be taking it easy.”
Elodie rolled her eyes. “There are women who have their baby and start back to work right away. If they can work up until delivery, and again right after, I think what I’m doing is easy in comparison.”
“Don’t sell yourself short.”
Gemma drained the last of her coffee and went to the sink to rinse out the cup before placing it in the dishwasher. She tried to clean up after herself and make things as easy on Elodie as she could. Just because she was a guest in Elodie’s home didn’t mean she wanted Elodie waiting on her hand and foot. If anything, someone should be waiting on Elodie, convince her to put her feet up every once in a while. Gemma had managed to talk her cousins into taking Elodie to San Antonio over the weekend last week and they had all come home smiling, so she assumed it had been a good trip.
“I’m going to head out,” Gemma said. “Do you need anything before I go?”
Elodie shook her head. “Do you know when you might be back? You know, in case the guys come in and ask. They tend to watch over you like a bunch of mother hens.” She smiled. “It’s kind of cute.”
“Annoying, you mean.” Gemma huffed out a breath. “I don’t really know. Maybe after lunch? I’m hoping I can talk Ryan into going to the diner with me for breakfast and maybe talk Synclair into lunch at The Spare Rib. I ate a bowl of cereal for breakfast, but I could eat again.”
“Have fun.” Elodie waved her glass of juice. “I’m just going to finish this then get to work on some school stuff. I’ll be occupied until after lunch for sure.”
“See you in a bit.” Gemma smiled and grabbed her purse off the counter, snatched the truck keys from the hook beside the door, and hurried out.
When she reached Ryan and Synclair’s home, Gemma watched as Ryan placed two bags in the back of his SUV. She wasn’t sure if he was going away for business or pleasure, but she was going to miss him while he was gone. The fact that he was dressed in jeans, boots, and even had on a cowboy hat didn’t escape her notice. She had to wonder if he was heading to a rodeo. He hadn’t mentioned one to her when she’d last seen him but, then, he didn’t have to tell her when he was going somewhere.
