Page 26 of Wrangle Me, Cowboys

I opened my eyes, bewildered. I’d forgotten where I was, who I was, who was watching Sawyer eat me so thoroughly, so wonderfully. Holden’s eyes were riveted between my legs, but Waylon was watching my face. His eyes burned with lust, so dark and it made me shiver. Sawyer’s lips closed around my clit and he gave one quick suck.

I cried out again, grasping his head, wanting to keep him there. But he pulled away and gave me a wicked grin. “Next time, Princess.”

Were they serious? They were going to push me to the brink and leave me unsatisfied? Was that what they’d meant by just a taste? I just got a preview, but no relief?

Before I could protest, Sawyer had stood and Waylon took his place. He grabbed me and lifted me up, off the couch. With one arm, he swept everything off the coffee table. Empty whiskey glasses and magazines tumbled across the hardwood. Waylon laid me down on the coffee table, his eyes fierce and dark as hell. A shiver of raw lust trembled my thighs as he knelt over me. Was he going to fuck me?

God, I wouldn’t say no. I wanted it, needed it, his huge cock to fill me to the brim and break me wide open.

I gripped the edges of the table, my whole body wracked with shivers of longing.

Waylon gripped my knees and spread them wide, as wide as they’d go. I remembered then that I hadn’t washed up, that I was spread open and glistening with my own wetness and that of Sawyer’s tongue. But I didn’t care. I needed to be fucked.

Waylon released one of my knees. He licked his thumb, then gently circled it around my clit, not touching the sensitive, swollen tip. He slid his thumb through my wetness and covered my opening. I began to squirm, trying to get him to push it inside me.

“Hold still,” Waylon said, removing his thumb and licking it. Was that the taste he wanted?

“Fuck me,” I whispered.

15

Amber

Waylon’s eyes were burning as he pushed my knees open again. Sawyer gripped one of them, pulling my legs wide so he could see while his other hand undid his fly. He pulled out his cock, huge and naked, and a shiver of longing and terror ran straight down my spine. I wasn’t big enough for half his cock, let alone the whole thing.

Waylon nodded at my other knee, and Holden slipped around to hold it, his grip gentle behind my knee. He licked his lips, watching my pussy spread further open that it had been for him.

“I need it,” I gasped. “Fuck me, Waylon.”

He tore his eyes from mine, raking them down my body, then buried his face between my legs. There was no preparation like Holden, no teasing like Sawyer. His tongue swiped through my wetness, then plunged into my opening. I cried out in surprise as he sucked, drinking me down, then thrust his tongue inside me again, tunneling deeper this time. The pressure mounted, winding painfully tight. I tried to clamp my legs around his head, but the other two held them open.

“Oh God, fuck me,” I moaned.

Waylon’s tongue punched into me again and again, fucking me. Pushing me closer to an edge I knew I could never go back from once I stepped over. And I didn’t want to.

I looked up at Holden, whose eyes were hooded with lust, and Sawyer, who was running his hand up and down his huge cock. Not my brothers, but my partners in this. Waylon’s tongue drove deeper, until his nose was flattened against my pelvic bone and his teeth pressing into my flesh. I cried out and I grabbed onto the other two, Sawyer’s shoulder and Holden’s free hand, to anchor myself.

Waylon’s tongue tasted me, drank me, opened me where no man ever had. It went faster and faster until I couldn’t take it another second. The tension was unbearable. I arched up, letting go of the others and grabbing his head. I buried it between my legs, grinding myself against his face. I moaned, then cried out. His tongue filled me, and body went rigid, my walls tightening around his tongue until all at once something split. I screamed, waves of ecstasy washing over me with each pulse of my cunt around his tongue. Arching up, I drowned him in my juices, his tongue wriggling to gain my depths.

He pulled away slowly, gave one last suck to my throbbing opening, and sat back on the heels of his cowboy boots.

“Can they have one more taste?” he asked.

“Please,” Sawyer groaned. “I’m dying here, Princess.”

I didn’t realize what he was asking until Holden took my hand and squeezed. “It’s okay if you don’t want us to. But I want to taste your come.”

I couldn’t seem to form words, but I nodded mutely, my mind reeling with the intense but matter-of-fact way he’d just asked what sounded like a very dirty proposition.

Sawyer moved around my knee and bent down, swiping his tongue through my wetness and moaning as he sucked away my juices. My clit throbbed, and I could feel his body tense and jerk for several seconds. He lay his head on my stomach, breathing hard.

After a minute, he got up and disappeared into the bathroom. Holden squeezed my hand once before slipping between my knees.

He bent and slowly tasted me, his lips and tongue exploring me more thoroughly this time. He sucked gently at my clit, then slid his tongue through my wetness and dipped it into my opening. He sucked once, then lapped up the juices between my lips, on my ass and thighs. By the time he was done, that coil of desire was rebuilding inside me. I knew I’d need release again soon. At last, Holden sat up. “You tasted amazing before,” he said. “But you taste even better now.”

When he stood, I felt more naked than I’d ever felt. I’d just come, screaming, in front of three men while they all watched. I’d let them hold me open while Waylon tongue-fucked me until I was helpless to stop screaming with pleasure. Now I was lying on the coffee table with my sex naked, open, wrecked.

Waylon moved over to me and draped the blanket from the couch over me as if I were something obscene. I figured they’d both go up to their rooms to jerk off and let me get dressed. But Waylon scooped me up and carried me to the couch, where he sat, pulling me down onto his lap.