by Sophie Oak
“Take my cock out, darlin’.” He could barely breathe thinking about her mouth on his cock. She stared up at him, her lips turning up slightly in a sweet siren smile.
Her hands came up, and with only the slightest of trembles, she undid the fly of his jeans.
He was going to die. He forced himself to stand there, to not shove his jeans down and his cock in. Her mouth was a masterpiece. Soft, pillowy lips. That pink tongue that darted in and out. He couldn’t wait to feel it on his cock.
James picked up the lube from the nightstand. “I really should make you do this, but I got a blow job earlier.”
“You’re a damn good brother, man.” He was the best. He always had been. And James had always known how to share.
“You remember that when her mouth is around your cock. Our woman is damn fine at sucking a cock.”
“I have had practice.” She looked up at him, a little gleam in her eye. As though she’d realized what she’d said, she flushed and her eyes turned down.
He was not having that. “Give her two, Jamie.”
Two loud smacks cracked through the air as his brother delivered the punishment.
Hope shrieked a little, letting Noah know James hadn’t held back. “What was that for?”
“We’re going to spank the guilt out of you, darlin’. I loved you joking about it. I did. It made me smile. Trust me, you’ll hear me and Jamie joke about the dipshit things we used to do twenty times a day. I will not have you be ashamed of your past. I love you for it.”
“But, Noah—” she began.
“No. No buts. I hate what you went through, but it brought you to us. It made you the amazing woman you are. I won’t allow you to be ashamed.”
“Not for a minute,” James said, his hands caressing her cheeks. “We’re proud of you.”
She bit at her lip before her hands came back up, and she started on his zipper, slowly dragging it down, making Noah crazy. His cock pulsed, desperate to be released. He shivered a bit as she pulled down his boxers and his cock finally sprang free. He hissed because his cock was so hard, he could pound nails.
He watched as James gently began to work her ass. Her shoulders shook a bit even as she took his cock in hand.
“Tell me how it feels,” Noah demanded. Her hand gripped his dick gently as she moved, her breasts bouncing as James worked behind her.
“It burns, but I don’t want him to stop.” Her hand fluttered across his cock. “He’s stretching me, but not as much as this thing will. And he’s perfectly groomed, James.”
Noah was damn glad he’d thought about that in the shower this morning. He should have known something was going right. He’d been ridiculously optimistic when he’d showered this morning and carefully shaved himself. From now on, he would let that be Hope’s job. She could get on her knees in the shower and make sure he was properly shaved. And he would do the same for her. “I did it for you, darlin’. Now you let Jamie do his job and you do yours. Lick me. Suck me.”
She nodded and leaned forward, her tongue coming out and lapping delicately at his cockhead. Noah stifled a groan. So good. It felt so good. His cock throbbed, pre-cum seeping out. Hope lapped it up, sucking the head in, the tip of her tongue delving inside the tiny slit of his dick. It felt amazing, but he wanted more.
He sank his hands in her hair, pulling her forward. His balls drew up as his cock began to dip inside. He forced his way in inch by inch, all the while watching his brother work. James squeezed more lube between the cheeks of her ass, causing Hope’s spine to shiver as he opened her wide.
“This ass is going to be heaven.” James stared at her, and Noah could only guess at what he was doing.
“Is she tight?” Noah asked, knowing the answer.
“So fucking tight. You should have seen how pretty she looked with a plug earlier. This tiny little asshole tried to keep me out, but I wasn’t having it. I worked her hard, brother, until that plug finally slid right in.” James’s fingers pressed into Hope’s ass, his wrist twisting between her cheeks. He pressed deep, shoving Hope forward, and Noah’s dick sank inside.
Heat and moisture surrounded him. Different than a pussy. He loved this, too. Hope’s mouth was a pleasure palace, her tongue dancing around his cock in whispery flutters. He gritted his teeth, enjoying the feel of her groaning around him as James added another finger.
“You’ll be lucky to last a minute and a half, but you better fucking make it work because we’re going to come together.” James’s hand worked in and out, fucking her in rhythmic time.
Noah pulled on Hope’s hair, his eyes widening at the thought of working his dick into the tight hole of her ass. “No, Jamie. It should be you.”
James’s hand fucked in and out even as Noah started to get serious about her mouth. Hope’s full lips wrapped around his dick as he began to thrust.
James shook his head. “No. I got to play first. I got to take my time, and you’re gentler than me. I want her to love this. I need her to crave it.”
“I don’t feel gentle now.” He felt like a marauder.
“But you will be. You’ll be what she needs—what we need. You’ll take care of her, and I’ll fuck that sweet pussy until I can’t see straight.”
And then they would change places.
Hope’s tongue whirled, and her cheeks hollowed out. She sucked him deep. Heat threatened to overwhelm him. His balls drew up, a warning that he could go off.
“Give in, Noah. You’ll have more control. I intend to. I’m going to have her suck me deep, and I’m going to fill her mouth before I fill her pussy.”
“I don’t want to hurt her.” Noah kept his hands gentle on her hair, allowing her to decide how deep and far she wanted to suck. Despite what he’d seen James do to her in Trev’s dungeon, he was still a little worried about introducing her to BDSM. He wanted to go slow, to make her love it as much as he did.
James stood up, seemingly happy with his prep work. He frowned at Noah, looking down at the place where Hope’s mouth worked over his dick. “She’s not some fragile flower. She’s strong, and let me tell you, this ass is going to take a pounding. If you can’t do the job, then I will. I’m not holding back. She’s going to understand what it means to be my woman. Sometimes it means taking a spanking and getting tied up six ways from Sunday while she takes my cock any way I want her to. You’re telling me you want to keep the relationship vanilla?”
His brother was right. Noah held her head in his hands and thrust in, using her mouth because she was his. She should know what that meant. He would take care of her in bed and out, but he needed this. He needed to feel her submit to him. He needed the trust that went with the exchange. He craved it, and he hadn’t been whole without it. He’d filled the hole in his life by prowling the dungeons of New York, spanking subs and giving them what they needed, never taking for himself. It hadn’t been right because they hadn’t belonged to him. He’d held fast to an empty vow, keeping himself apart from everyone out of guilt and pain.
He released it all now. He hadn’t stood before a judge or a pastor and vowed to love Hope forever, but he didn’t have to. He’d made the vow in his heart. He’d spoken it aloud in three words. I love you. He’d been blessed to receive them back. She was his, and he belonged to her heart and soul.
There was no room for regret or guilt. There was only the future to look forward to, and that included the deep bond that came from dominating Hope.
Noah felt like he was finally off the leash. He thrust hard into her mouth, and Hope groaned, the sound a sizzling sensation on his skin. James walked by him on the way to the bathroom, but it didn’t matter. Nothing mattered except the humid pull of Hope’s mouth as she struggled to take him.
“More,” Noah demanded. He forced his cock in another inch. His balls were tight and high, nearly hitting Hope’s chin with every thrust of his hips.
She sucked harder, seeming to take up the challenge. Now that James had walked away, she brought her hands up and cupped hi
s balls, rolling them in her small palm as she tongued him and sucked, bringing him to the back of her throat before pulling away.
“That’s it. Oh, darlin’, I am going to come. I’m going to pump cum into your mouth, and I want you to suck it all down.” He loved the idea of his cum in her belly. He would be a part of her all day, his taste on her tongue the way hers coated his senses.
She growled around his cock as if to say, “bring it on.”
She sucked in long passes and finally worked his cock to the very back of her throat. Just as Noah felt his spine tingling, Hope swallowed, engulfing his dick in warmth and pleasure, and his balls shot off.
Pure joy shot through his system as his every nerve lit with sensation. Hope sucked, her mouth working as Noah gave up his cum in jets, his hips pumping out every ounce. He let it sweep over him, his eyes rolling back, sweet release suffusing his body, his every muscle heavy with a languid peace.
Hope sat back, a smile on her face as she licked her lips, devouring everything he’d given her.
And he knew. She was more than enough woman for two men, and she would love everything he had to show her. Hope would be his wife, his friend, his lover, his bratty, gorgeous sub.
His grand passion.
And it was time to show her just what was in store. Noah shoved his jeans off and tossed his shirt aside.
“You look like the cat who got all the cream,” he said with a smile on his face. “I’m telling you something, darlin’, there’s more where that came from.”
He picked her up and tossed her on the bed. There was way more where that came from, and he would never stop giving it to her.
* * * *
Hope watched as Noah crawled onto the bed. Though he’d just come, he stalked toward her, his muscles moving in a sleek, predatory fashion. He reminded her of a hungry tiger stalking his prey.
And she’d never wanted to get eaten more in her whole life. Being Noah’s meal was a pleasure beyond anything she’d known.
“Spread your legs.” Noah growled the command.
When his voice rumbled deep from his chest, everything feminine inside her tightened.
“Not a chance, brother,” James said, coming out of the bathroom, drying his hands. “It’s my turn.”
Noah’s eyes narrowed. “Fine. Spread your legs and let Jamie taste that pussy of yours.”
“Damn straight. I’m going to look at it first.” James stood at the foot of the bed. He’d shed his clothes, and he looked like a Greek god staring down at her.
She was big, her stomach curved, and her breasts too large. She had stretch marks and imperfections, but she forgot about them all because James’s eyes were eating her up. His cock stood at full attention. Thick and hard, its length reaching up almost to his navel. Her nipples tightened, and despite the orgasm they’d given her earlier, her pussy felt empty. She was practically twitching like a cat in heat, desperate for them.
She spread her legs, watching James down the length of her body. Noah lay down beside her, his head close to hers.
“I love the way you taste. You spread those legs and let Jamie feast on you. When he’s had his fill, we’re going to pack you full of cock. We’re going to fill you up and make you come until you can’t anymore.” Noah’s fingers flitted across her breasts.
James put a hand on either ankle and pressed her legs far apart, her pussy on full display. He climbed between her legs and stared down. He pulled apart the lips of her pussy, his thumb sliding inside. He skimmed around, avoiding her clit.
Noah kissed her, his tongue coming out to trace the curve of her lips. She felt drugged as James got on his belly and pressed his nose into her pussy, breathing deep and groaning with pleasure.
“I love the way you smell.” James kissed her clit, a light little tap that got her hot and bothered and begging for more. “Is all this cream for me?”
He pinched at her clit when she didn’t answer immediately. The sharp little pain bloomed into something more, and she responded as quickly as she could. “Yes, James. It’s for you and Noah.”
“That’s right,” he said with a sigh. “It’s all for me and Noah. No one else.”
“No one else.” She let them have their way. There would be no one else besides them, and there had been no one who had truly mattered before. Anyone who had come before had been a means to an end. Even Christian had merely been a safe harbor, a port in the storm that had been her childhood. She loved these men. These men owned her heart and soul, and no matter what happened, she would never be apart from them. Death could come and would someday, but these men and their love would abide inside her until she joined them again.
“Hope, are you all right?” Noah looked down at her, his face grave. His hand came up to whisk away the tears on her cheeks.
All right? She’d never been all right. Not once in her life. But now she was better. She had finally found her place. “I love you.”
He nodded. “I love you, too. So fucking much.”
He kissed her, their lips meeting with passion and promise.
“Hey, don’t you fucking leave me out.” James climbed up her body and took her mouth. She loved his weight pinning her to the bed, her taste on his mouth. “I love you, Hope. I love you, wife.”
James Glen was going to be her husband. James, the gorgeous, heroic cowboy of her dreams, and he came with an amazing brother who would share her love. They could share it easily because in that moment, Hope realized her love had no limit. It would simply grow, like a tree unfurling its branches and reaching for the sun. Her love was boundless. It would include their children, their friends and neighbors, the great and beautiful family she’d found in Bliss.
“You’re going to ride me, baby,” James said, turning on the bed, hauling her with him. His hands were on her hips, guiding her where he wanted her to be. At some point in time, he’d slipped a condom over his cock, and now he took himself in hand, pumping a couple of times before guiding himself to the lips of her pussy. “When you’re ready and we have you right and properly married, I’m not going to wear this, Hope. I want to see you pregnant. I want our kids to run across this ranch like the little wild boys Noah and I were.”
She wanted that, too. So badly. Boys like James and Noah. Girls who loved books and music and riding horses. Children were a promise, an outward sign of inward passion. She prayed as she lowered herself on James’s thick cock that she would be as good a mother as theirs had been, that she would teach her children to love as James and Noah had learned and then taught her.
She sighed as James filled her pussy. She balanced herself, her hands on the hard muscles of his chest. He was so beautiful, and somehow he’d chosen her. Noah had chosen her. Somehow, someway, she was worthy. She’d made mistakes and screwed up and fought her way back, and they were her reward.
“You feel so good, baby,” James groaned, pulling her close. His hands moved across her skin, and she felt Noah moving in behind her.
“Spread her cheeks for me, brother. Help me make her ours,” Noah said.
She let her head find James’s chest, reveling in the strong beat of his heart. She sighed and gave over to them as James spread the cheeks of her ass, and Noah dribbled lube onto her anus. He pressed a finger in, but she was ready for that. James had stretched her, his fingers making her burn and long for the time when a cock split her open and claimed her.
“It’s going to be all right, darlin’.” Noah’s soft Western accent soothed her as his fingers stretched and opened her asshole.
“I know, Noah. It’s going to be perfect. Take me. Take me, I’m yours.” Forever and always, she would be theirs.
He groaned behind her, and she felt something far bigger than a finger at the rim of her anus. Noah pressed in, and she whimpered. It burned, but she flattened herself against James and pressed out, trying to welcome him inside. James’s cock throbbed, lighting up her pussy, but she was empty without Noah. Incomplete. Slowly, inch by delectable inch, Noah worked his cock insi
de.
Stretched. She was split and laid bare, no part of her unexposed, and it was all right because these were her men.
Noah moaned as he finally slid in, and she could feel his balls against the cheeks of her ass. She was full. She was full of them.
“We ride, brother,” James said, his hands tightening on her hips.
“Yes, oh fuck, yes, we ride.”
And they were off, pulling and pushing her between them, the pleasure and pain mixing until she couldn’t discern one from the other. Every second was a new sensation. Blinding emotions swamped her. She felt them in her pussy, her ass, her fucking heart. They filled and claimed each inch of her including the soul she would have sworn she’d lost so long ago. It had merely hidden, and now it roared to life, and it was theirs.
Hope rode the wave. She bucked and thrashed and fought for every moment with them. She ground herself against James and then pushed her ass back to accommodate Noah. Something dark and forbidden flared inside her ass, sparking with dangerous pleasure, and she welcomed it. She thrust herself back and forth, taking each of her men until the orgasm swelled, and she screamed as it overtook her.
She felt James swell inside her, and his gorgeous face contorted as he came. Soon, she thought, soon she would have his cum inside her. She wouldn’t wait. She wanted their babies in her belly, filling her up and swelling her with their love. Noah shouted behind her and spasmed as he gave up his seed, driving deep and releasing inside her.
Hope fell forward, Noah right behind her. Sweat made a sticky, lovely glue that bound them together. Later, she knew, they would shower and wash each other, loving hands cleaning her body, but in the moment, she wanted the bond that held them together.
The new mistress of the Circle G fell asleep between her men, her thoughts no longer on the past, but dreaming of the future.
Chapter Sixteen
Christian Grady looked at the woman cowering at his feet. Actually, she wasn’t cowering as much as he would have expected. It was another annoying moment in an already annoying week in a ridiculously annoying town.