Sexual Expression (Contemporary Cowboys 2)

“Open, baby,” Brandon said, cupping his balls as he pushed his cock to her mouth, the tip slipping right inside her lips. “Mmm, yeah. You look so pretty, so sweet sucking my cock.”

Her tongue was trained to please. She massaged the underside of his length, striking out at his shaft with force as she rubbed the texture of her tongue up and down his penis. He grabbed hold of her head, guiding her up and down on his dick as he rested his foot beside their hips.

Liam hollered out, fucking her like a wild man now. Coco paused, that look of incredible lust washing over her like a sudden tide cascading across the sand. It was there one minute in her heightened state of arousal and gone the next as the quick orgasm came and went.

Her body still writhed with quick pleasure as she shook in Liam’s arms, remaining committed to her cause, sucking Brandon’s dick, really going after him, fucking him with her talented mouth.

Liam collapsed against the chair. Every now and then, he would jerk, push down on her hips and moan.

Brandon’s cock felt heavy, thick with the weight in his balls. The new lust was incomparable to anything he’d ever experienced in his damned life. He’d never had a threesome, never been part of one, and there was a reason for that.

Before Coco, he’d been inexperienced and never really had a serious relationship. And with Coco, he’d never imagined how hot it could get, how blazing fucking hot it could be watching her fuck while giving him head.

“Sweet fucking mercy!” He jolted forward, trying to keep his balance, trying desperately to stay locked between those luscious lips, needing her to suck him, wanting her to take all of him, sip him dry, take his heat, and swallow every last drop.

His body shook. Her hands were all over him—cupping his ass, fingering his balls, gripping his shaft, and guiding him, coaxing him. Another deep and forceful suck and she finished him, swallowing again and again, practicing those reflexes as she took him to her throat and massaged his head as she drank him in, sip for sip.

His body jerked—once, twice, three times. “Good God, woman. You make me fucking crazy.” His cock still twitched. “Ah fuck me!”

She sucked harder at his cock, letting him go limp in her mouth. He pulled out and kissed her, used to his salty taste on her lips, used to the need she stirred inside of him.

When their lips parted, she smiled up at him and peered over his shoulder. “I think someone else is feeling a little left out.”

* * * *

Coco was living the dream. The men she desired most, the men she had always craved in many ways just like this were now her reality, her right now, very much her real world.

She was naked. Her bottom was primed with globs of lube. Her pussy was slick, hot. And her mouth was ready, conditioned as Brandon used to say.

Brandon wore a condom and now Liam rolled on a rubber, too. Kurt watched her lips as if he’d placed dibs on them long before they’d decided to haul her off to the bedroom.

No one had said a word when they’d moved her from the lounger to the bed and in some ways she couldn’t help but wonder. Were they afraid one uttered word would put a stop to all this? Had she, too, kept a stiff upper lip for fear of interrupting this surreal moment?

Kurt stood by the bed. Brandon was on his back and he wasted no time in pulling her over him. He kissed her breasts, rubbing his fingers and mouth over her nipples until she was mewling, crying softly from the friction. She rubbed her heat over his shaft, feeling the moisture she left on his dick as she slipped up and down, driving her own desire as much as his.

Liam took her hips, pushing his way between her tight ass as if he believed he had to pry her cheeks apart. His technique was working, making her wet and crazy.

Discovery. That’s what she wanted for them, for herself—true and complete discovery.

His tip breached her rim and he tapped the pulsing rosette, the term Brandon had given her hole late one night when they’d been experimenting with anal sex. She’d loved the way he’d rimmed her, the way he’d taken his tongue around the pulsing circle and talked to her as he’d loved her, coached her, schooled and trained her.

“God bless,” Kurt said, fucking his shaft with his hand as he aimed his tip at her mouth. “This is so sexy to watch.”

He was right. The mirrors on the ceilings, floors, and walls, made the bedroom a very special place in their high-end suite. Brandon and Zak had paid a mint for their place there and today, at least for a little while, she planned to help Brandon enjoy his money’s worth.

“Kiss it, sweetheart,” Brandon said, turning his head and staring into the mirror as she sucked Kurt’s cock to her throat, loving the pulse of his head against her tonsils, the thickness brushing across her tongue.

Liam pressed inside her ass. He didn’t push too far or try to take her with too much force. Brandon entered her from the front. His cock twitched inside her pussy and she felt the fullness, the thickness of two shafts filling their independent spaces and making her crazy with a profound need she’d never imagined as being so completely raw and intimate.

She sucked Kurt, pulling his cockhead to the roof of her mouth and massaging him with vibrations. Her pussy was wetter now, clenching around Brandon’s size as he pushed down on her breasts, holding fast to her nipples and twisting them until she had tears in her eyes.

Kurt pulled back. “Careful. You’re hurting her.”

Brandon’s wicked smile drove her. “Am I, sweetheart?”

“Yes, Sir.”

“Does it feel good?”