Sexual Healing (Contemporary Cowboys 1)

“Then what do you call this?” she asked, whimpering. Her body was now covered in a thin sheet of perspiration. Her breasts rose and fell. She had been so sure Tyler would let her take that first orgasm, let her ride the hell out of his sultry tongue.

“We wanted to punish you,” Tyler told her, taking a sip of water from the glass on the nightstand. “But we’ve done that.” He tucked his index finger under her chin and held her still as Flint’s head moved rapidly between her legs. “We want you to enjoy us, and only us, if you ever go looking for trouble again—in a club or anywhere else—this is what you’ll face.”

And that was supposed to be a threat? She blinked, trying to figure this all out.

Jax sat beside her, looping his arm over her middle and resting his palm next to her hip. “The difference is we’ll tease and taunt you for hours upon hours and we will not give in. We’ll make you sweat, beg, just grovel, and cry for our touch, for one quick fuck.” His eyes darkened. “But that fuck you’ll need won’t come easily.”

“I understand.” She still wondered if she should later test that. The whole torturous pleasure-pain was a real turn-on.

Flint tucked his hands under her bottom and lifted his face away from her pussy long enough to say, “Are you sure you understand, Brianna?”

“Positive,” she said, rising to her elbows, crossing her fingers her honest answer would earn her a reward.

As if he’d read her mind, he lowered his mouth to her pussy again. This time, his tongue struck out at her channel with deep intrusive strikes, lapping her insides until she was seconds—or fractions of a second—from exploding!

Her body

trembled. Her legs shook. Her eyes nearly rolled in the back of her head as Flint ate her out like he had sat down to a delicious meal, served right up and found only between her legs. His tongue traveled. His cheeks rubbed against her thighs. And he gave her that orgasm she’d been dying to take for nearly half the night.

She screamed out in pleasure, fell against her pillow and humped his face, using her heels to push her lower body up and down. He stayed right with her, famished and starved, apparently enjoying her as much as she was enjoying the slip and slide of one heavenly tongue. When it was finally over, she settled down again and collapsed against the mattress.

Flint crawled up the length of her body, already sheathed and ready.

And before she could’ve contemplated what was next, his kiss was her kiss. She took the lead and he immediately followed. He pushed the head of his cock right inside her folds and a carnal moan fell from his lips as he moved aside almost as soon as he finished his first stroke.

Tyler eased closer to the bed, tilted her head to his groin, and offered her his cockhead. She licked the drop of his excitement, giving him her undivided attention, loving the way she sucked the head between her lips and took his hooded firmness to the roof of her mouth.

She was into the motions, loving the look of satisfaction washing across his face, when Jax pulled her away from Tyler and dragged her body over his. “Drape your legs over mine.” His voice was rough, tortured, and raspy as all hell.

Following his instructions, she felt the nudge of his cockhead at her rim, the small of her back feeling pressure as he pressed his thumbs against her skin and pushed her forward, enough to allow her the leeway she needed for mobility.

“Remember, ‘vinegar’ is your safe word,” Flint told her, his nose wrinkling.

She smiled at the expression. Her men were so doggone cute. She curved her arm around the back of her head, reaching for Jax’s nape and holding on as he drove a few inches inside her, stretching her, allowing her the opportunity to accept him naturally.

“Are you okay, baby?” Flint touched her clit and it was as if he had struck a match to her skin and set her on fire. Her womb heated. The hotness she acknowledged deep inside her cunt held such provocative appeal.

He rotated his thumb against her clit, massaging the hot button until she was ready to do anything, saying anything, just to finish this as one loving unit. Flint pushed his shaft against her entrance. Tyler spread her lips with his stretching size.

Each man fed her need, stroked her curiosity as they gave her one inch at a time, marking their place gently, finding their spot independently. And once they were locked inside their respective mark, they paused, flinched, stretched her still wider.

At that point, Jax grunted, Tyler cursed, and Flint shouted, “Ah God. Yeah. Here we go.”

The earth moved. The bed shook. The headboard should’ve split down the middle. They fucked her together, pushing their cocks deep inside her as they found an unforgettable rhythm, set an unimaginable tempo, and came together all at the same time.

Chapter Fifteen

The next morning Jax, Flint, and Tyler were waiting at the breakfast table. They all stood when she entered the dining room.

“Well I could get used to this, boys,” she sang, heading straight for the coffee pot.

“Apparently not if you’re making a beeline for caffeine first,” Tyler teased. Since he was closest to the carafe of coffee, he grabbed the first kiss, pulling her into a heated embrace and copping a feel in the process.

“Don’t start yet,” she said. “I need to restore my energy.”

“Then eat a lot,” Jax said, working that swagger into a walk and meeting her at the tray of breads and muffins. “Good morning, sexy.”

“Good morning yourself,” she rasped, accepting another full-throttle, groping kiss. When their lips parted, she shivered in his arms. “You guys are spoiling me.”