Lassoed

by Vanessa Vale

  3

  NATALIE

  * * *

  This time, Ashe took my hand. Big and warm, I felt callouses on the palm. The hold was gentle, but I knew he could be demanding. That kiss against the wall outside the restaurant…I’d be using that memory the next time I pulled my vibrator out of my drawer. Holy hell, it had been scorching. A little bit dominant, a whole lot possessive. It had been as if he couldn’t help himself, that he’d been waiting to kiss me and his very thin, weak thread of control had snapped.

  I liked that idea, of me destroying his control. I couldn’t wait to see what happened next.

  And not just with the tall, sexy Ashe, but Sam, too. Solid and tempting, his kiss was so different than his friend’s. Equally eager, he sank into the kiss, into the feel of me being in his arms. He licked into me, exploring, learning, his hands holding me close as if a kiss to Sam was a full body experience.

  I’d been with men before, but nothing like these two. I felt…safe. And while I hadn’t been thinking about my safety when their tongues were in my mouth, subconsciously I knew I was okay, that being with them was a good thing. I may have just picked up two men in a bar, but it was more.

  I sensed it, felt it with every fiber of my being. The chemistry, the connection, it was deep. Meaningful. I’d had a girlfriend who’d told me she’d known on a first date with a guy that she was going to marry him. A stranger to her, and yet, she was positive. And it had been true. Five years and two kids later, they were still rock solid.

  I wasn’t considering marriage with Ashe and Sam—insane! But I knew that as they led me across the lobby and into the first available—empty—elevator, this was what I should do. I needed to do it, to be with them. When Ashe turned to me and pressed me back against the wall, I sighed. Reveled in the feel of him. I felt every hard inch of him, some places extra hard. And thick. And long. God, his cock was big. Really big.

  A twinge of…something made me take pause. My mind had been full of thoughts of them, but what did they think of me? Did they think me a slut to go with them? “I…I don’t do this,” I admitted.

  “Ride in an elevator?” Ashe asked.

  My head was tilted back to meet his eyes and I saw humor there. His green gaze darkened and, this close, I could see flecks of whiskey-colored brown.

  “No, pick up a man. Well, I’ve never picked up two before,” I admitted.

  He slid a fingertip down my cheek, along my neck, his gaze following the motion.

  “And, I’ve never gone with someone to a hotel room before,” I added, making it clear they knew this was a first.

  The doors slid open and Ashe stepped back. Sam led the way, opened the door to their suite and in seconds, I was within, the door clicking shut behind him.

  A flick of a switch and a lamp came on. Soft lighting filled the room. The view from the wall-to-wall windows was impressive. The entire city laid out before us from this floor. I walked over to it, stared. The view was pitch black with dots of colored lights everywhere. Looking down, way down, cars moved along the street, people walked on the sidewalk. It was quiet here. Like a retreat from the world.

  I felt one of them approach, but he didn’t touch. “Get your phone out, Natalie. Text a friend. Let her know where you are.”

  I turned about, faced Sam. I hadn’t even thought of that, of my safety more than the gut feeling that these two weren’t dangerous. They might break my heart, but they wouldn’t hurt me. His words proved they were thinking of me, of what was best. I pulled my phone from my clutch, then texted my friend, the one who’d probably understand why I was sending her a note with the name of the hotel and the room number, that she wouldn’t judge me for doing something so…crazy. Good crazy, not bungee jump-off-a-bridge crazy. As my fingers flew over the screen, Sam shared his full name as well as Ashe’s, which I added to my text.

  After I hit send, I looked up at him, nodded.

  “Good girl.” He reached out and took the cell from me, my clutch as well, and set them on the TV table. “We’re glad you’re here, but you need to feel safe, that we’re not going to do anything to you—with you—that you don’t want.”

  “That’s right, sweetheart,” Ashe added, settling his hands on his narrow hips. There was something about a guy in a dress shirt. The buttons, the open collar. The casualness of it with jeans. Perhaps it was thinking earlier they had on suits and had dressed down. With the sleeves rolled up, it was as if they now had all the time in the world for, well…me. “We can just talk. Order room service. Get to know each other.”

  I glanced around, took in the space. Sam stepped back to allow me to wander, take it all in. It wasn’t a typical hotel room. Out on the street, Sam had said it was a suite. We were in a living room area, a couch facing a large, flat screen TV on a wall, two comfortable chairs on either side. A large tufted ottoman was used as a coffee table. There was also a small dining table and chairs, kitchenette. On each side of the room, there was a door which I assumed went to a bedroom, one for each of them. I didn’t even know what they did to afford such a room.

  “You’re from out of town,” I said over my shoulder, stating the obvious and changing the topic of conversation. Although, they could have been locals who got a hotel room and picked up women at the bar for a night of fun. They didn’t have a trace of a Boston accent, but that didn’t mean much any longer.

  “That’s right. Montana,” Ashe said. “In town for work. We can talk about it if you want, or—”

  I spun about, faced them. They hadn’t moved, Ashe’s hands still on his hips. They were so male. The need I had for them was almost visceral, as if my cells recognized theirs. Neanderthal genes? Caveman? Had they just dragged me back to their cave, but the modern-times version? Did I want this? Them?

  If I said I wanted to leave, I knew they’d hold the door open for me, even call the elevator to their floor. We could sit on the couch and talk. But we could have done that at the bar. I didn’t want a getting-to-know-you window. Because while I didn’t know anything about them, I knew of them. Of the kind of men they were, of what we could do together, how it would be. How it would feel.

  I wanted that. No inhibitions. My heart raced, my breathing was ragged, as if I’d run up the steps to the penthouse level. I ached for their lips on mine again, their hands touching me. I wanted to feel.

  “I want the or,” I said.

  Their eyes narrowed, turned instantly hot and, all at once, I felt like prey. They approached slowly.

  “The or, huh? Okay. Here’s how this is going to happen, sweetheart.” Ashe touched me first, his hand sliding up and down my arm, the caress gentle, but goose bumps rose on my arm. Seeing them, Sam went over to the thermostat on the wall, then returned.

  “We’re going to get you out of this pretty dress and see what’s beneath. Delicate lace, maybe? I’m thinking black.”

  “No,” Sam said, shaking his head slowly, his heated gaze raking over me as if he had Superman’s x-ray vision. “Satin. Pink.”

  They were both wrong, but I wasn’t going to tell them that. They’d find out soon enough.

  “I bet you’re nice and wet for us,” Ashe continued. “That those panties, whatever color they are, are ruined.”

  I felt my cheeks heat as I nodded.

  Sam grinned, then palmed himself through his jeans. “Good girl, because my dick has never been so hard.”

  “This first time’s going to be quick,” Ashe added, ending the chatting by cupping my face in his hands and kissing me. Yes, yes, it was so good. The feel of his palms warmed me. So did his kiss. I wasn’t cold any longer. I felt the pent-up need, the simmering arousal in Ashe’s body, in how he kissed me. It was as if he had just crossed a desert and I was his first sign of water.

  I felt Sam’s hands on my shoulders, at my spine, the tug of the zipper and the slide of it parting my dress. Cool air caressed the skin he slowly exposed. Hands returned to my shoulders and slid the fabric off. It caught on my wrists, then slid whisper-quiet to
pool at my feet. All the while, Ashe kept kissing me.

  “Fuck, sweetheart,” Sam murmured. I moaned when his palm curved around my hip before cupping my bottom. “White.”

  Ashe pulled back and glanced down, took in what Sam had revealed. “Gorgeous. Are you a virgin, sweetheart?”

  My mouth fell open in surprise at the question. “I’m in a hotel room with two men. Not very virginal of me.”

  Sam’s lips settled on my bare shoulder, kissed his way to the juncture with my neck. I angled my head to give him better access. “Friends of ours met their woman and claimed her—her virginity, too—their first night together.”

  “Friends?” I asked. Had I heard him right? Friends, as in plural?

  Sam’s teeth gently nipped my skin, then his tongue flicked out, soothed. “Jamison and Boone. One look at Penny and they were done for. Turns out, she’d saved her cherry just for them.”

  The idea of having my first time with Ashe and Sam held appeal. They’d have made it so much better than Jimmy Garcia in my freshman dorm, I was sure.

  “Sorry, not my first time.” I didn’t think it was their first time either.

  “It’s your first time with us. And, sweetheart, it’s your last first time.”

  I frowned, but Ashe kept going.

  “After all the dirty things we’re going to do to you tonight, you won’t be wearing white ever again.”

  After that, it seemed they were done talking because Ashe’s hands cupped my breasts and Sam’s hand slid around my front to my belly, then lower, slipping beneath the lacy edge of my panties.

  When his fingers slid over me, he groaned. But he didn’t stop, his fingers slipping right into me, nice and deep.

  I gasped, went up on my tiptoes.

  “Tight. Hot. Wet. Perfect,” he murmured.

  The front clasp on my bra made easy work for Ashe, the straps sliding down my arms, then to the floor as well.

  “Perfect,” Ashe murmured.

  My head fell back against Sam’s shoulder as he slowly fucked me with his fingers. In, almost out, back in. The sound of our ragged breathing, the wet slide of his fingers was all I could hear. I was sheltered and protected between them.

  “Please.”

  “Ah, you beg so sweetly.” Sam pulled his fingers from me, lifted them to his mouth and licked them clean. I looked over my shoulder, watching him do so. “You taste just as sweet. Fuck, Ashe, you need to have a taste.”

  “Gladly,” he replied, dropping to his knees before me and putting his face right…there. Through the thin panties, he nudged me with his nose. His warm breath fanned my sensitive skin and I whimpered. My clit ached, swelled.

  Hooking his fingers in the waistband, he tugged the delicate panties over my hips and off. I stood in just my heels while they were still fully dressed.

  “I want to see you, too,” I said, looking down at Ashe.

  “Sweetheart, my dick stays in my pants until it’s time to fuck. Otherwise, I’ll come like a horny teenager all over those gorgeous tits.” He grinned, but it slipped when he looked for the first time at my pussy.

  I squirmed, but Sam’s arms came around me, cupped my breasts from behind. Pressing close, I felt his heat, his hard muscles, and his hard cock against my bottom. I’d never really thought I was all that attractive down there, but the way Ashe was staring made me believe he felt otherwise. It was as if he’d never seen a pussy before, or my pussy was the most amazing one he’d ever laid eyes on.

  Reaching behind my knee, he hooked it and lifted it up over his shoulder. Sam’s hold kept me well balanced. “You’ll come first, then we’ll fuck you.”

  “I thought you said this was going to be quick,” I breathed. With him hovering right in front of my pussy, I clenched my inner walls, aching with anticipation.

  He looked up at me from between my legs. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re going to come real quick.”

  And then his mouth was there, his tongue there. His finger, nice and deep…THERE. Between Sam kneading my breasts and his fingers tweaking and plucking at my nipples and Ashe’s ministrations lower, I went from zero to sixty in about, well, sixty seconds.

  My fingers tangled in Ashe’s hair, my heel hooked into his back as I got hotter and hotter and…wow. White hot pleasure had me gasping, my hips curving and riding his face. “Yes, god, yes.”

  Ashe continued to lap as I came down from the incredible orgasm, and when he pulled away and looked up at me again—well, when I opened my eyes and looked down at him—he was smiling, very pleased with himself. His lips glistened. “That’s one.”

  Oh, god, they were going to kill me with orgasms. My bones had melted from the pleasure, my fingers tingled, my skin damp with sweat. It was a good thing Sam had his arms around me as that was all that was holding me up.

  Ashe lowered my leg then pushed to standing, began undoing the buttons of his shirt. I couldn’t ogle at the exposed skin for long because Sam spun me about to face him, then kissed me.

  I had no idea how long we kissed, but Ashe’s words cut through the soupy fog of my brain. One orgasm wasn’t enough for my body. It still hummed with desire and Sam’s mouth on mine, his hands running over me, had my need returning for more.

  “Come here, sweetheart,” Ashe called from behind me. “Take my dick for a ride.”

  Sam lifted his head, smiled. “Better hurry. I’m pretty sure he wants to come deep in that tight pussy of yours, not his hand.”

  Turning around, I saw Ashe sliding a condom onto his very big, very long, very large cock. He’d ditched his shirt, shoes and socks and remained only in his jeans, which he’d opened and tugged down enough to free himself. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. A man in just denim and muscles settled on a couch, legs spread apart, generous cock in hand.

  He glanced at me, crooked a finger.

  I crossed to him, put one knee on the couch and straddled his lap. Hovering over him, my breasts were right at eye level and he took advantage. Cupping my bottom, he leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He drew on me in long pulls and I felt it zing right to my clit.

  “Please,” I begged again. I may have just come, but I’d been empty and now I wanted that cock deep inside me. Filling me up, easing the ache. The emptiness.

  He pulled back, helped settle me over him, then slowly pushed me down. His eyes met mine, held, as I gasped. Fully inside me, I wiggled my hips, clenched and squeezed to adjust to him. I was stretched open, filled deep. He was so big. I was wet and prepared, but taking a cock like his wasn’t easy.

  “Fucking perfect,” he murmured, settling against the back of the couch. He tilted his head back, watched. How a green gaze could be heated, I had no idea. But I’d felt those whiskers on the insides of my thighs, that mouth on my clit so wicked and skilled. “When you’re ready, fuck yourself on me.”

  With his hands still on my hips, I lifted and lowered, finding a rhythm. He hit every hot spot inside me and my eyes fell closed, going where it felt good. Moved how it made me hotter. Rubbed my clit to make me come.

  “Look at her, so pretty. So fucking hot,” I heard Sam say. “Do you like knowing I’m watching you fuck Ashe? I can see how his dick gets swallowed up by that dripping pussy. I can’t miss the way your tits bounce, your nipples get nice and hard.”

  Sam kept up the dirty talk and it only made me hotter. It was thrilling, dark and dirty, having another man watch as I rode his friend. My hands went to Ashe’s bare shoulders and he started to help me, lifting and lowering me, faster and harder until my head fell back and I came all over him. Ashe took over, thrusting his hips up into me as I rode the scalding hot waves of pleasure. I felt him swell inside me, his motions going from smooth to rough and wild as if his baser needs finally took over. He fucked into me until he thrust deep one last time, held still and groaned.

  “My turn, pretty girl,” Sam said, kissing my back as I lay slumped against Ashe’s chest. I could feel his heart beating, could breathe in his musky, male
scent.

  After a minute, Ashe propped me up. I opened my eyes, grinned at him.

  “Sam’s turn,” Ashe replied, the hard edges that I’d seen on his face now gone.

  I nodded my head, knowing we were far from done. I wanted Sam, too. Two orgasms in and I wanted more. I wanted both of them. Without being with Sam, too, this night would be incomplete. I wanted what the two of them offered, as different as they were.

  Sam’s hands wrapped around my waist and he carefully lifted me off Ashe’s cock, pulling me up. I hissed as I was spun about and tossed over Sam’s shoulder. I laughed as the world went upside down. Sam’s hand came down on my bottom in a light spank as he walked across the room and into one of the bedrooms. I bounced as I was dropped onto the bed.

  As I propped myself up on my elbows, I watched as Sam stripped all the way. His body was solid and muscled, tanned and toned. Gorgeous. And that cock, the dark plum tone, the broad crown with the bead of pre-cum at the tip, the length. I licked my lips.

  He must’ve seen where I was looking because he said, “Oh, sweetheart, you can suck me later.”

  Ashe came in the room, stuck his hand out and gave Sam a foil packet. Ashe must have disposed of his used one, then tugged up his jeans, but left the button undone. He looked disheveled, well-fucked. Virile.

  “Thanks,” Sam said, only glancing away from me long enough to protect us both. “That was two, sweetheart. Ready for orgasm number three?”

  He didn’t give me a chance to answer because he pounced and then there was no words except ‘god’ and ‘yes’ and ‘harder’.

  4

  ASHE

  * * *

  “You’re getting me dirty all over again,” Natalie said, her back pressed against the shower wall.

  My hand was between her legs, feeling her wetness on her soft, warm flesh, and it wasn’t from the hot stream of water falling on us. I slipped my fingers carefully inside her pussy, felt her tight heat. Fucking perfect. We’d been in her all night long and I would imagine her to be sore. Natalie had slipped from bed early to shower. As if I’d have slept through her leaving me; no fucking chance. I’d pulled back the white shower curtain and joined her, not being able to keep my distance, or my hands off her. Sam was asleep in the suite’s other bedroom, but I knew once he got up, he’d want another turn, too. We weren’t done with her, not ever.