The Virgin Next Door (Stud Ranch)

Liam’s head tipped back, mouth slack. He jerked himself harder.

Calla’s quick gasps filled the barn and Liam glanced over at her. Her hand disappeared into the pool of denim at her waist and her back arched, thrusting her pale breasts out.

“Pinch those pink little nipples,” Mack ordered.

The hand not massaging herself pinched one nipple than the other. She obeyed each of Mack’s commands so eagerly. So it wasn’t only Liam that responded to Mack being a jackass.

And watching her at the same time Mack thrust in again. Liam worked his cock quicker than ever. “I’m gonna c—”

“Don’t you dare.” Mack’s hand came down hard on his arse. The stinging bite of it mixed with everything else he was feeling. Liam’s hand fisted around his cock, squeezing the tip roughly. Shite. He didn’t know how much longer he could hold off.

Mack grunted with effort as he drove mercilessly into Liam. Liam watched Calla as Calla watched them.

She’d leaned over like she was trying to see the exact spot where Mack entered Liam. Shite. It was all good, so, so good.

“Hands and knees,” Mack said to Calla. “Crawl over to us.”

Liam clenched on Mack, angered and even more turned on by his every word. Calla blinked and then she dropped down to the ground. At least she still had the pants of the overalls on so her knees wouldn’t get dirty.

And then, shite. She actually crawled toward them, her breasts full and swinging as she came.

Mack reached for her when she got close, taking her arm and urging her up. Liam looked over his shoulder and watched as Mack kissed her hard. Never once did he lose his rhythm pounding away at Liam’s arse.

It was only when Liam said, “I want her too,” that Mack pulled back and pressed his forehead to Calla’s for the briefest moment. Then they stared at one another. Liam couldn’t read the emotion on their faces. Whatever it was, it was intense. Jealousy growled through his stomach. He wasn’t sure if it was for Calla or for Mack.

“Kiss him,” Mack said, eyes breaking from Calla’s only long enough to nod to Liam.

Calla leaned in and gave Mack another quick kiss before she dipped down to Liam. Liam twisted his head toward her and met her lips. They were warm and wet from where Mack had just kissed her. Liam’s tongue thrust inside. He wanted to claim her. To take her. To own her.

“Sit,” Liam said. “Here.” He gestured for her to sit close to him, right beside where he was on his hands and knees. “Touch me.”

He took the hand she’d been pleasuring herself with and dragged it underneath him to his cock. Her hand squeezed around him and he almost choked. He reached for her center.

“Jaysus, she’s wet,” he hissed before leaning over to kiss her again even as his forefinger slipped inside her.

She let out a quick moan before kissing him back. Her tongue danced inside his mouth, out to tease at his lips, then back in to tangle with his tongue again. It was like she wanted everything at once, she was so fecking eager.

There were no games with her. No façades. She was just beauty. Just sweetness. Innocent in spite of all the ways they wanted to debauch her. His thumb circled her clit and she gasped, eyes dropping closed as Liam worked her.

But suddenly that wasn’t enough. He hadn’t put his mouth on her since the first night. He didn’t just want to touch her. He wanted to taste her.

Mack leaned over his back and Liam’s eyes shot open. Jaysus, that angle. Mack’s cock brushed Liam’s prostate with every thrust.

Shite, he wanted to taste Calla before it was too late. He wanted to be buried in the scent of her when he lost it.

“Lay back,” Liam managed between gulping breaths. He moved his hand from Calla’s pussy to her hips to help urge her down in the direction he wanted. She crab-walked backwards a little bit and Liam tugged her overalls down, exposing her slick cunt.

Behind him, Mack put his hand on the back of Liam’s head and shoved him down into Calla. Liam didn’t have any qualms about taking this unspoken order. And just knowing Mack wanted the same thing, shite, it made it even hotter.

Liam licked up Calla’s center and then latched on her clit. He wasn’t wasting any time. He wanted her right on the edge with him. Liam leaned down to steady himself on one elbow, clutching her hip with one hand while he dropped the other back to his cock.

He glanced up Calla’s body and saw her eyes flicking up and down between Mack and Liam like she couldn’t decide who she wanted to look at.

What was on Mack’s face? Some superior smirk? Or was he as lost in pleasure as Liam and Calla?