Sexual Expression (Contemporary Cowboys 2)

He cupped the back of her head then and brought her mouth to his, thrusting inside her cunt and mouth at the same time with equal enthusiasm. He shifted his hips and flattened his feet on the chair, taking advantage of the leverage and pumping his cock up and down, thrusting high inside her pussy with incredible delivery.

His hands were then buried in her hair. She framed his face and kissed him until she couldn’t breathe, until she couldn’t speak. All she could do then was hold on tight!

“Liam!” She wrapped her arms around his head, realizing then her outburst would’ve alerted the others, but unable to care, unable to think about anything else except the hardness between her legs, Liam’s thick cock buried inside her, thrusting wildly, beating against her channel in desperation now.

“God, yeah. Hmm….Ah fuck, Coco!” He bracketed his arm around her waist and used his other arm for balance now. He threw her forward and back, holding tight as he aimed his cock at just the right spot, that sensitive little area that made her crazy, made her want, set her off like a time clock.

“Fuck!” She gripped his head tighter, riding him then, undulating on top of him as he pounded inside her without any reservations. Fuck the quiet and the sleeping. Screw the audience now standing near the door.

This! Oh yes, yes, yes! This kind of loving, from him—from Liam—was exactly what she needed.

* * * *

Brandon looked at Kurt and shrugged. “It was bound to happen sooner or later.”

“His timing could’ve been a little better.” Kurt had been awake for the better part of thirty minutes, but it wasn’t the sun’s bright beams that had awakened him. It had been the racket. The source behind the noise had disturbed him, jarred him from a restless sleep.

“You saying he’s off?” Zak asked, rolling over on the couch and throwing the pillow over his head.

“He always was if you ask me,” Brandon grumbled, obviously angst-ridden.

It wasn’t easy for Kurt to sit there and listen to his brother fuck the woman he’d screwed the day before, the woman he’d promised would be in his bed one way or the other the night before. He couldn’t help but laugh at the irony, the overlapping of all situations combined.

Life had made a joke out of him, out of their family, out of their lives. The only thing he could do was laugh too or he’d walk around with a complex.

Kurt’s girl—Brandon’s former sub—was now riding Liam’s cock. Considering they all three had some portion of her within the last twenty-four hours, it might be sensible to think about a discussion regarding their feelings for her, how they wanted to proceed or if they wanted to discuss it at all. Maybe Brandon didn’t want to talk about it.

At the moment, he was distracted, but he didn’t look necessarily angry as the yelling outdoors subsided. In fact, like Kurt, he looked uncomfortable.

And damn if Kurt wasn’t uncomfortable.

Zak, now lying on his stomach, curved his arm around his latest distraction. He trailed his fingers down her curves, never going too far up, but raking his fingertips over her hip and down her leg before dragging them back up again, stopping right before he traced the underside fullness of her breast.

Drina’s head popped up and she threw her hand to her forehead. Frowning, she said, “I’ve been wide awake for the last fifteen minutes, listening to you guys discuss my sister’s sex life without really saying what you mean or discussing anything of real substance. Now, your brother here is molesting me and you’re acting like it’s the most natural thing in the world.” She smiled at him and then leaned over and kissed him. “Good morning.”

Obviously shocked, Zak said, “After all we shared last night is that the best you can do?” He pulled the covers over their heads and pretended to go after a more substantial kiss.

Drina was having none of it. She threw the coverlet away from the sofa, swung her legs over his hips, and sat sideways on the sofa. “Trust me, boys. Before he makes you think we fucked like wild animals out in the open prairie, breeding for all to see, let me just say…”

“God yeah! Right there!” Coco’s voice hit an absurd volume and pitch.

All heads turned to the sliding patio door.

“You were saying?” Zak asked, fluttering his eyelashes like he could push aside the outside performance without further acknowledgment.

Drina studied Brandon and then zoomed in on Kurt, which in itself was telling. Apparently, she’d only been told recent stories about Kurt which made him feel extra special all things considered.

“I forgot. Where was I again?”

“Hmm, yeah. Right there. Ride me, baby. Squeeze. Oh damn. Oh fucking damn. I’m coming again.”

“You could ‘be’ right about there if things were going as good for you as they are for your sister,” Zak said.

Drina stuck her finger up in the air. “Has it ever occurred to you guys that this is not normal?”

“What’s abnormal about it?” Zak asked, propping up his head with his right palm and pinching her leg.

“Don’t mistake me for my sister, big boy. I’m not a pain junkie.”