Cowboy Cravings

Grant dismounted and looped his reins over a low hanging branch. Sandstone, the chestnut gelding he’d ridden, was a gentle old horse, quite content to stay where he was put. Grant flexed his shoulders so the straps of his backpack slid down his arms. He set the bag on the grass, then came over to Jesse and Annie.

“Lift your leg over, honey,” Jesse instructed as he helped her raise her right leg over the horse’s back. He only let go once Grant had his arms up to receive her.

“Oh!”

Jesse flicked his glance down. He figured Annie’s startled exclamation had been prompted by being held close by Grant, sporting as big a hard-on as he was.

“My legs are a little stiff,” she said when the other man set her down.

Jesse caught the nervousness in her voice. He couldn’t help but smile. Any doubts about Annie’s awareness of both himself and Grant as men were gone now. When he spoke, he let the hunger he felt for her come through in both his expression and his words.

“That’s just because you’re not used to having your legs spread, honey.”

Grant hadn’t stepped away from her once he set her on the ground. He stood just on the other side of her. Jesse knew his best friend was on the same page when he said, “If you let us, we’d both like to help you with that.”

* * * *

Annie felt her heart thud heavily in her chest. She knew her mouth hung open in shock, but she couldn’t seem to close it. This was not what she expected when these two handsome devils came calling. They said they wanted her to come out and play, but of course they hadn’t said what kind of play they had in mind. It took some effort to close her mouth. She let her gaze wander from one man to the other.

“We know how you feel on the subject of marriage and relationships,” Grant said in his quiet, thoughtful way, “because over the last few months, you’ve said some things, and we’ve put two and two together. But you’re far too young, and far too responsive to want to live the rest of your life like a nun.”

Since both men made a point of looking at the way her nipples pebbled under her T-shirt, she couldn’t deny the accusation of being responsive. Neither did she think it would be smart to tell them she only seemed to be responsive to them.

“We’ve both been drawn to you, right from the beginning, from the first moment we laid eyes on you. But we’ve been best friends forever and had no intention of letting anyone get in the way of that friendship,” Jesse said.

“When we realized our feelings for you weren’t going away, and that you didn’t want any kind of committed relationship, we thought that maybe there was a way for all three of us to enjoy ourselves without either getting mired down with expectations of marriage, or damaging a life-long partnership,” Grant said.

“We could all just be friends together…friends with benefits,” Jesse finished, flashing the sexiest grin she’d ever seen.

For a long moment, Annie couldn’t think of a thing to say. “Wow,” she finally exhaled, “that is a lot of thinking.”

“We’ve done ours. Now you do yours. Jesse and I will get our picnic set out.”

Those two rogues did not just propose they both become her lovers and then move right along to setting out food!

ADULT EXCERPT

“Up, baby.”

Jesse’s urgent whisper enflamed her, and she helped as they lifted her to sit on the edge of the table. Then Grant eased her down, supine. Jesse spread her legs and she rejoiced in being naked and open wide before them. She was theirs. Maybe not forever but definitely for now, and she willed them to take what they would.

Grant bent over to feast on her, his mouth hot and wet, devouring hers. The slide of flesh, tongues, and lips sparked heat and a shivery kind of excitement that electrified her, drew her in to the maelstrom of sensations like a moth to a flame.

Jesse inserted a finger into her pussy and she bowed off the table, whimpering in need as her passion spiked, internal flames shooting for the sky.

“You are so wet, baby, so ready for us.”

She sensed Jesse stepping back, and that image became swamped by Grant’s mouth as it continued to seduce her, his hand as it wandered from breast to breast, then down, slyly, to test her liquid heat for himself.

He groaned against her lips when he inserted his fingers into her slick passage.

Jesse stepped back between her splayed legs. Grant traced his hand back up her body. She felt the brush of the back of Jesse’s hand against her opening.

Then his hot, latex-covered cock pressed against her, feeling impossibly large as he grasped her hips, leaned forward, and slowly began to enter her.

It felt as if every nerve she possessed rushed to her pussy. Gasping, she broke away from Grant’s hungry mouth. “Hurry, oh please, hurry.”

“Don’t worry, baby,” Jesse’s voice sounded strained with self-mockery. “It’s going to be in a hurry. I’m so damn triggered, it won’t take….oh, yeah.”

Annie couldn’t manage more than a moan of bliss as Jesse’s cock sank deep inside her, filling her completely. The heat of his groin against her labia, the sway of his balls against her ass as he pulled out and then sank into her again, and then again, the friction of his cock moving against her tunnel, turned her on more than anything she’d ever imagined.

Grant straightened beside her, but kept his hand busy stroking and kneading her breasts. She could see him watching Jesse and her, watching Jesse fuck her. She, too, turned her gaze on the man inside her. Such a look of absorption, of pure pleasure lit his face that her breath caught.

“You feel so good around my cock, baby,” he whispered. Then he leaned over her, opened his eyes.

She could see the strain of his control. Sweat dotted his forehead and one bead of it slid off him, landing almost exactly between her breasts. Annie reached out to him, curling her fingers in his hair. She tugged and he came forward, heeding her unspoken demand.

Her mouth fastened onto his, her tongue drinking his flavor, stabbing and swirling greedily. And as she took Jesse’s taste into her mouth, his cock into her pussy, her other hand stroked down Grant’s chest, down until she brushed against the denim covered ridge of his erect penis. He leaned against her touch, and his cock grew larger.

She weaned her lips from Jesse’s, met his gaze. Plying rarely used muscles, she convulsed her sheath around his cock. “Fuck me harder,” she said.

“Oh, God.”

She saw his control snap. Eyes glittering, teeth bared as if in pain, Jesse withdrew from her body and surged home again and again. She felt the tension in him, could smell him, the musky scent of his sweat and his sex, as he drove into her, as he pleasured them both.

Then he reached down, found her clit with his thumb, and began to rub.

Annie came hard and fast, her orgasm so damn big that she wondered that she didn’t fly right off the table. Jesse’s one hand anchored her hips even as he continued to thrust into her and rub her clit. Grant caressed and pinched her nipples, his hands anchoring her as he bent down to take one hard pebble into his mouth and suck strongly.

Annie didn’t recognize the sounds she made as ecstasy flooded her body, emptied her mind. Jesse pressed forward, a feral growl emerging from his throat. She felt his cock pulse inside her, knew he was coming, filling the latex that protected them both. She hooked her legs around his ass and lifted her pussy to press more completely against his groin, wringing every drop of pleasure from her orgasm that she could.

Annie closed her eyes as Jesse collapsed over her, his breathing as rapid and harsh as her own. She felt movement beside her.

“Nothing has ever turned me on the way watching Jesse fuck you just did,” Grant said, his voice barely above a whisper. “Here, baby. I’m so horny. I need to feel your sexy mouth on my cock.”

Annie turned her head, the sight of Grant’s hard, naked cock instantly rekindling her fires. She’d never done this, never believed she’d want to. Yet now her mouth watered, and she could think of nothing she wanted more than to slide that hot flesh between her lips, taste Grant’s essence as she pleasured him.

She met his gaze and gave him a smile that felt wicked. She only needed to shimmy over toward him a couple of inches.

Trusting her men to keep her from falling, she stretched out, nuzzled his cock. Inhaling, she took in his scent, an aroma that inspired images of afternoon trysts and heated couplings.

Grant hissed in a breath and his cock twitched from the brush of her nose and the moist heat from her mouth.

Sighing, she extended her tongue, lavishing a long, slow lick as if he were an all-day sucker and she had just that long to devour him.

Then she closed her lips over the head of his cock and sucked him into her mouth.