Espino, Stacey - Corralling the City Girl [Ride 'em Hard 2] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (9 page)

Jane shook her head, so she was still coherent. He realized the shade of her hair mimicked the expanding sunset. What would happen when the lights went out, leaving them alone in the darkness? His cock hardened against his will.

“Comparing a city boy to a cowboy is like saying a circus pony is equal to a stallion.” Dawson unclasped her bra, and Chase’s heart dropped to his stomach. A thousand thoughts flitted in his head. If things went bad, would he lose his ten grand? Would he actually join them in this sexual experimentation? He even heard his momma repeating her desire for grandchildren, in his head. But Jane Williams was certainly not marriage material. She came from the glitz and glam of the city, and obviously held contempt for everything simplistic—everything Chase was. This sudden shift in acceptance was probably just part of the fun she planned for her little adventure. She’d experience a cattle run and fuck a few cowboys, and then return to her real life and joke to her friends about it.

The wet slop of Jane’s jeans hitting the embankment pulled him out of his thoughts. She was naked, still straddling Dawson’s lap. Her tight, round ass reflected the remnants of the sun. He palmed his cock wondering if he could go through with joining a ménage. It wouldn’t be the first time he’d screwed around with a woman, never to see her again. Having two male strangers sharing was something he
wasn’t
used to.

Chase was not one to share anything. In fact, he was possessive to a fault. His sister always gave him hell for being too controlling, not allowing her to do as she pleased. He had the same streak when it came to his cattle, possessions, other family, and friends. Chase was one hundred percent loyal to everything and everyone in his life. He had a feeling one night with Jane would never be enough.

* * * *

Brad knelt behind Jane and ran two fingers down the indent of her spine, making her straighten. She let out a soft mewling sound which went straight to his balls. With three sisters and a single mother, he wasn’t the type to take advantage of a ripe young thing like Jane. But her body language screamed that she wanted this, wanted more. Part of him thought a good fucking was exactly what the stuck-up city girl needed, the other part knew most of her bravado was an act.

“Brad, you ever shared a woman before?” asked Dawson.

He shook his head. “Can’t say I have.” It was hard for him to focus when the skin beneath his fingertips was feather-soft, unmarred from hard labor or the damaging sun.

“Well, our little wildcat is gonna let us triple-team her tonight.”

Jane’s body went rigid. “What?” Her voice was breathless, as if waking from a dream.

As much as he should pull away and play the gentleman like his mother taught him, he had to take more. His cock was painfully engorged, and his sense of reason grew less and less significant to him. Already sitting in the shallow water, Brad used a finger and searched out her tight little asshole. He breached the first half inch which earned him a squeal.

“What are you doing?” She attempted to turn around, but Dawson held her hips securely in place. “Ouch!”

“I’m not even hurting you, darlin’. Just relax your muscles. I promise you’ll like it.” He didn’t push further, only kept his finger partially in her ass as he reached around to massage one of her soft breasts.

Dawson approved, chuckling softly as he nipped along her jawline. “How does it feel to have a man’s finger up your tight little ass, baby doll? How would you like to replace it with my dick?”

“Pig,” she muttered. But her words didn’t match her actions. She wiggled down, slowly, impaling her ass deeper over Brad’s finger. He assisted her, shoving harder, rimming her unforgiving anal ring.

“Don’t be rude. Only good girls get fucked hard enough to make them scream. Unless you want to go to bed with a wet, achy pussy, I suggest you control that forked tongue.” Dawson pulled her against his chest so he could see down her back to her ass. The men shared a brief glance, not needing to say a word, as if knowing how they’d handle the little vixen. She needed a firm hand, or else she’d run amuck. The bossy city girl craved to be dominated—she just didn’t know it yet.

Dawson reached for her ass, assisting Brad in stretching her. Two fingers worked the small hole, circling, caressing, and eventually finger-fucking. She wrapped her arms around Dawson’s chest in a death grip, her breathing coming in rapid, shallow pants.

“You like that, Jane?” Brad could feel her relaxing, giving in to their ministrations. He never expected her to answer his question. Going along with them was reward enough. To hear her ask for more would be too much for the executive assistant. It would take time to hand over that level of control, but he hoped by the end of the night, or the end of the roundup, she’d be begging for more.

Brad could smell the scent of sweet, burning grass. He turned to his right. Chase was building a small fire with the bundles of kindling they’d strapped to the pack horses. He hadn’t even noticed that the sky no longer held color, now a dark slate-gray and dimming by the minute. Despite his desperate need to continue this party in the river, he knew he had to get Jane out of the water and dried off before the chill set in.

“Let’s get you to the fire.” He kissed her back once and gently slipped his finger out of her body. She sat upright before he and Dawson assisted her to her feet. Her knees were wobbly, but then again, her ankle wasn’t in the best shape. Brad scooped her up into his arms again and carried her to the fire and the several bedrolls set out around the periphery.

He lowered her onto the thickest roll. She immediately covered her breasts, and looked up at him with a mixture of embarrassment and shame. He cocked an eyebrow and shook his head, not wanting her to feel sorry for anything they shared on this trip.

Dawson had a similar expression, and he crossed his arms over his chest when he came to stand beside Brad. “Uncross your arms and lay back, darlin’. You’re not going to hide that beautiful body from us, understand?”

She kept her hands on her breasts, but leaned back in measured increments, her knees tightly together. Dawson slipped away to tend to the horses, which was odd, considering the sexual energy snapping in the air. Before he could say a word to the little redhead, the other cowboy returned, carrying her pink, vibrating dildo. Jane’s cheeks were pink from embarrassment, but she said nothing. No cursing, no insults, no demands.

“Open your legs,” Dawson said. Brad had to stifle a laugh at the man’s bravery. Chase appeared to gain interest, coming to stand next to him. They all only wore boxer briefs, soaked to their skin. The last thing he worried about now was his physical comfort, not with his cock hard and ready.

When she didn’t comply immediately, Dawson prodded her knees apart with his foot. She still wouldn’t open wider. The cowboy dropped to his knees, vibrator in hand. “You best learn to listen. Not only do bad girls never win, they also get punished.” He spread her legs wide at the knees, exposing her glistening pussy. The firelight highlighted her intimate parts like a work of art. “Drop your arms, darlin’.” This time she listened, but Brad could see she held her breath, her body stiff.
Poor thing.

With her arms and legs open, he could freely study her full breasts and tight, peachy nipples. He wanted a taste, more than a taste. Brad wanted to eat her pussy until she had his hair in both her fists, calling out in orgasm.

“You remember your little travel buddy, don’t you?” Dawson held up the toy, and then ran the head of the silicone cock along her engorged clit. Her whole body trembled. “Yes, you do.” He twirled the tip in her overflow of moisture before forcing the phallus into her cunt. She let out a satisfied cry. The resulting echo spooked the horses.

“Fuck,” murmured Chase. The other man held his hand to his groin, no doubt trying to calm the need Brad could understand too well.

“You have no problem fitting nine inches of factory-made cock into your sweet little pussy. Do you like to be filled like this, or do you need more? Should I turn on the vibrator, suck your swollen little bud, or play with your ass some more?” She said nothing. “Tell me what you want, Jane, or I’ll choose for you.”

Dawson shrugged nonchalantly and gripped the base of the toy. He pumped it in and out of her body, occasionally needing to stop her from covering her breasts or pulling her legs together. The sight was the most erotic thing Brad had ever seen. Jane’s sexy, petite body stretched out on the open prairie being fucked by a dildo. She writhed on the cot, arching up to capture more of the fake cock. God, he wanted to give her the real thing, ease her suffering, but he held back and allowed Dawson to lead this show.

“Do want to come, Jane? Tell me or I can keep this up all night.”

She licked her lips and swallowed, and then nodded.

“You have to tell me.”

“Make me come, okay!”

* * * *

Jane was on a new plane of sexual awakening. She’d already decided to try and be nicer, but allowing the men to seduce her had not been her plan. Something within her had been awakened, a need to be controlled, a desire to connect with a dominant man who wouldn’t put up with her shit. All three of her hired cowboys fit the bill. It had been liberating to hand over control, allow Dawson to order her into submission. Every illicit direction, every word, made her pussy tingle and throb as if hungry for every carnal, debased act the cowboys could conjure up.

Now her need to reach that elusive peak was all she could focus on. She’d reveled in the sweet zone long enough, and needed a release before she lost her sanity.

“Still a spitfire.” Dawson gently removed her toy and dropped it beside her. The void it left made her desperate. Still kneeling between her legs, he lowered his boxers enough to release his cock. The cowboy was even more well endowed than she’d imagined. Harder than oak by the looks of it. He caressed the length in a loose fist, watching her reaction. She was transfixed on the beautiful erection, so virile, thick, and straight. Inwardly, she sighed, knowing relief was only a foot away. But he made no move to drop down over her and fuck her like she needed. He stayed in place, using his hand to stroke his length. “Touch yourself. Make yourself come.”

“But—” Jane didn’t want to get herself off. She wanted him, his cock, everything she knew he could do to her body. This just wasn’t acceptable.

“Hush. We have two weeks to learn each others’ bodies.” The man had the control of a saint. Were all cowboys this way? Cruel, sadistic, and hotter than hell?

She cursed under her breath and began to rub small circles over her clit. Normally she’d never be able to orgasm under her own touch, but she was so exposed, so turned on, that it would take little effort tonight. She beseeched Chase and Brad with her eyes, hoping they’d volunteer to fuck her. The audience made her more anxious, more desperate for release.

Within minutes she felt heat bloom in her cunt, tightening and readying her for something monumental. When it erupted, she pressed down on her clit until the heavy pulsing eased, leaving her a panting, spineless heap. With her eyes half-mast, she watched Dawson jerk his cock to completion, a thick white arch of ejaculate releasing onto the grass near her bedroll. Jane wondered how she’d feel in the morning. Would she be her old, independent self, closing off any connection? Embarrassed and uncomfortable around the men? Or would sex be the only thing on her mind until she got it?

Chapter Ten

The day after the vibrator incident, they were all gone before she woke up. Brad ensured the extra horses were packed and ready, and he hoped she had the wits enough to follow the path they’d been taking the cattle on for two days. He’d watched her for a while before he got up to dress and wash up. When she slept, no irritation contorting her face, she looked like an angel. Now, more than ever, he wanted to ensure he got the cattle to the destination in time, unwilling to let her down.

She’d fallen asleep like a baby the night before, but he’d lain awake for hours after jerking off. At least now he could expel his pent-up energy during the roundup. He rode his horse hard, focusing on moving the herd. Dust obscured his vision as he galloped from one end of the perimeter to the other, occasionally passing Dawson or Chase on horseback. His dog was an asset, appearing in his peripheral vision from time to time, doing his job tirelessly.

By the time they took a lunch break, he could see the three horses nearing from the distance. He flipped open his saddlebag and took a long, much-needed drink of water. As she neared, there was no expression on her face, just a blank slate. He hoped she hadn’t reverted to the obnoxious woman who he’d first met. With an arm draped up over his saddle, water bottle in his other hand, he watched her as she made her slow, drawn-out approach.

“Thanks for leaving without me again,” she said before slipped out of the saddle. At least she appeared more comfortable with heights than she had been the first couple days.