And the Ranch Hand Makes Three

by Paige Tyler

  “You have no idea how hot you look tied up like that,” Clint said to her.

  From the sizeable bulge in both men’s jeans, she was pretty sure she did. She gave him a saucy look. “I’ll look even better with a cock in my mouth.”

  Clint’s answer was a husky groan. Tugging his shirt from the waistband of his jeans, he hurriedly undid the buttons and shrugged out of it. Beside him, Blaine did the same. The rest of their clothes quickly followed, leaving both of them gloriously naked before her. Both tall and muscular, they were a beautiful sight to behold. And being on her knees in front of them, naked and bound hand and foot, was too hot for words.

  Once again, her husband took the lead. Wrapping his hand around the base of his cock, he slid the other in her hair and tilted her head back to he could rub the head of his cock against her lips. She parted her lips, eager for more, but he wouldn’t let her have it. Instead, he teased her mercilessly for what seemed like hours before he allowed her to wrap her lips around him. If she had her way, she would have swallowed him completely, but tonight he was in charge, which meant she must play the part of his obedient slave. So, she swirled her tongue around the tip of his shaft until he gave her permission to do more. When he finally slid his hard length all the way into her mouth, she moaned.

  “That’s it,” he said. “Swallow my cock.”

  She did as he told her, letting him slide all the way down her throat. It was always a huge turn on for her as much as she knew it was for him, but doing it while she was tied up and helpless made it ten times more erotic.

  Heather would gladly have sucked on his cock until she made him come, but after fucking her mouth until she had him on the edge, Clint pulled out. He bent to kiss her long and hard on the mouth.

  “Time to show Blaine your appreciation.”

  When Clint stepped back, the other man immediately moved forward, spreading his legs and offering his cock to her. Unlike her husband, Blaine didn’t want her to teasing him. Instead, he slowly fucked her mouth, going deep, then pulling back out before repeating the move over and over again. She was sure the rhythmic motion would have made him climax, but he slid out before he let himself come.

  Heather was amazed at the men’s control. If she were on the brink of orgasm, she wasn’t so sure she would have been able to hold back.

  But both Clint and Blaine must have wanted more foreplay because they took turns letting her suck on their cocks. She happily moved back and forth from one to the other, swirling her tongue over the head of Clint’s shaft, then swallowing him deep before wrapping her mouth around Blaine’s erection and doing the same thing to him. Licking two men while they were standing side by side was always a huge turn-on for her, and her pussy throbbed with excitement. If her hands hadn’t been tied behind her back, she’d be touching herself for sure.

  After she deep-throated each man yet again, Clint let out a ragged groan. “I need to be inside you.”

  Heather’s breathing quickened as Blaine moved around to untie her. The minute she was free, Clint took her hand and pulled her to her feet, tugging her against him for a kiss that left her breathless.

  Still holding onto her hands, Clint backed toward the big bed, taking her with him. When he lay back on it, Heather automatically straddled him. Finding the head of his cock, she rubbed against it before sheathing him inside her wetness inch by rock-hard inch. Moaning, she leaned forward to cover his mouth with hers.

  He murmured something against her mouth, cupping her ass in his big hands and urging her up and down on his shaft. She obeyed, her fingers finding their way into his dark hair as her tongue tangled with his. She was so into what they were doing she all but forgot about Blaine again until she felt his finger tease the opening of her anus.

  Heather dragged her mouth away from Clint’s to look over her shoulder and saw Blaine kneeling on the bed behind her, a hopeful look in his eye and a condom on his cock.

  “Would you like me in your ass?” he asked huskily.

  Surprised, but also pleased he was waiting for her to give him the okay before he went any further, she smiled and nodded. “I’d love it.”

  She’d had anal sex before, of course, but something told her it was going to be even more amazing with a hunk like Blaine. She opened her mouth to tell him there was lube in the bedside table, but closed it again when he ran his finger along her slick pussy and realized she was wet enough to provide her own.

  Her pulse racing with anticipation, Heather turned back around to see Clint gazing up at her, his dark eyes smoldering. She bent to kiss him again, taking full and total possession of his mouth.

  Behind her, Blaine carefully slid his finger in her anus. Little tingles of pleasure flowed through her as he tenderly moved his finger in and out. She whimpered against Clint’s mouth, hoping Blaine would take that as a hint to finger-fuck her a little harder, but instead, he pulled his finger out. A moment, later she felt the head of his penis against the puckered opening.

  Clint gripped her ass cheeks, spreading them for the other man even as Blaine grasped her waist. “That’s it, baby. Take his cock in your ass.”

  Having her husband spread her wide so another man could fuck her in the ass was unbelievably erotic, and Heather moaned as Blaine slowly slid in her ass. He was thick and hot inside her, and she automatically clenched around him. He hadn’t even started thrusting and she already felt like she was having an orgasm.

  Unable to help herself, she rotated her hips, grinding against both Clint and Blaine. The men began to thrust in unison, their movements slow and hypnotic, and she lost herself in the rhythm. Being fucked by two men at once was one of the most amazing experiences in the world, and she didn’t want to rush it. And yet, she couldn’t resist undulating her hips faster.

  “Take me hard,” she demanded against her husband’s mouth.

  “You want me to fuck you harder?” he asked. “Or Blaine?”

  She moaned. “Both of you!”

  They obeyed, pumping into her more and more forcefully until she thought she might pass out. But she mustn’t have because she felt every glorious sensation as it rippled through her in wave after wave. Heather dug her nails into Clint’s shoulders and she buried her face in his neck, muffling her screams of ecstasy. It was difficult to tell which part of her body had the stronger orgasm, her pussy or her ass, but as she came over and over again, she decided it didn’t matter. It felt incredible, and that was all she needed to know.

  Clint and Blaine came with her, their climaxes as in synch as their thrusts had been their groans of release hoarse in her ear.

  Still high on pleasure, Heather was only vaguely aware of Blaine sliding out of her ass and collapsing on the bed beside them. Beneath her, Clint’s cock still throbbed in her pussy, and she slowly clenched her muscles, drawing out the last few quivers of orgasm before she fell into a blissful sleep with her two hunky cowboys.

  * * * * *

  Heather was still thinking about how incredible their first threesome with Blaine had been over her morning cup of coffee the next day. She’d woken up a few hours earlier to find herself sandwiched between them with her head on Clint’s chest and her ass pressed up against Blaine as he spooned her. After kissing each of them good morning, she’d given each of them a nice, long blowjob, which both men thanked her for with some mind-blowing oral sex. Of course, that meant they all needed a shower, which they’d taken together, so it was no wonder that it was almost ten before Blaine had left. Thankfully, it was Sunday, so she and Clint usually slept in anyway.

  Across the table from Heather, her husband grinned. “Looks like the new ranch hand is fitting in even better than we thought. It’s going to be interesting when Holden and Mav get back, though.”

  Her brow furrowed. The other two ranch hands knew better than to be jealous. “What do you mean?”

  Clint shrugged. “Just wondering if you can handle four men at once.”

  The image of Clint, Holden, Mav and Blaine making love to her at the s
ame time made her pussy quiver. She smiled. “I don’t think that’s going to be a problem. In fact, I’m looking forward to it.”

  About the Author

  Paige Tyler is a full-time, multi-published, award-winning writer of erotic romance. She and her research assistant (otherwise known as her husband!) live on the beautiful Florida coast with their easygoing dog and their lazy, I-refuse-to-get-off-the-couch-for-anything-but-food cat. When not working on her latest book, Paige enjoys reading, jogging, doing Pilates, yoga and P90X, going to the beach, watching Pro football and vacationing with her husband at Disney. She loves writing about strong, sexy alpha males and the feisty, independent women who fall for them. From verbal foreplay to sexual heat, her wickedly hot stories of romance, adventure, passion and true love will bring a blush to your cheeks and leave you breathlessly panting for more!

  www.paigetylertheauthor.com