Sexual Healing (Contemporary Cowboys 1)

By the time Flint returned with the comforter and blanket, Brianna was down to her panties and bra, but stripping away those two items came easy once another pair of hands skimmed over her as well.

“You boys are so bad,” she teased, wiggling her ass and slipping her panties down her legs.

Tyler eyed that shapely ass and dragged her against his denim-clad cock now straining against his zipper. “Want me to show you how bad, how nasty it can get with us?”

She shivered. “Is that a dangled reward or a promised punishment?”

“Good question,” Tyler whispered, unhooking his belt and pulling it free of his loops. Before he could shuck his jeans and pull his shirt over his head, the little vixen was on her knees looking up at him.

“Give me one good reason I shouldn’t spank her now?” Flint asked.

Tyler laughed. “Because she’s smart enough to know who wants to go first here.”

“Hmm,” she hummed, peeling off his briefs and catching his cock in her mouth. Without asking for permission, she slid down on his shaft, pulling his cock to the back of her throat and torturing him by pinching his balls. Her fingers played with the skin under his scrotum and he was torn between scolding her for giving him head without his consent and letting her have her way.

She rubbed that full rack against his leg and wrapped one of her arms around his thigh, using the leverage to yank him forward. Her active tongue stroked his cock as she sucked. She massaged the head of his dick with the roof of her mouth and took extra pains to slide the thickest part of her tongue over the slit now wet with his excitement.

He let her go at him for a good minute or so then he grabbed her shoulders and pushed her back. “Did you ask for permission?”

“No, Sir.” She seemed to eat up the idea of being spanked, enjoying a punishment.

Without wasting a minute, since they didn’t have a lot of time, he helped her to her feet and pushed her down on the bed. He handed off his belt to Flint, now undressed and seated on the mattress. “Give her ten licks, one for each full-throttle suck.”

“Full-throttle suck?” Flint groaned. Before he spanked her he said, “When you and I are alone, you can give me one of those without getting punished. I promise I’ll enjoy each and every one.”

Tyler rolled his eyes and let his brother’s attempt to one-up him slide. Besides, they had mutually agreed to share her. They were entitled to devil one another here and there.

Flint slung the belt over his shoulder and popped that sweet ass until her skin carried the thick stripes. After numerous slaps and a count of ten, he dragged her over his lap and framed her face. “Do you understand why you were punished?” Flint asked the right questions anyway.

“Yes, Sir. I didn’t ask for permission.”

“Right,” he whispered, rubbing his hand under her cunt. “So sweet.”

“So wet,” she complained, rubbing her mound against him. “Can I?”

Flint grabbed his wallet and pulled free a couple of condoms. He tossed one to Tyler and they suited up to play.

Before the positions were discussed, Flint fell to his back and devoured her breasts, sighing in satisfaction as he indulged, licking one nipple before suckling the other. Tyler stood behind them, waiting and watching. Moistening his fingers, he touched the rosette between her cheeks, pushing them inside her, twisting and turning until he could feel the natural squeeze of her body, the way her muscles tightened and relaxed.

“That’s it, baby,” he whispered, positioning his cock between her cheeks.

“Ready?” Flint’s voice was tortured and raspy. “Tell me, Brianna. Can you take us both?”

“God yeah!” She threw her hips back, forcing a deeper penetration than Tyler had first intended.

At the same time, Flint thrust inside her and pulled back, allowing room for Tyler, too. In a matter of seconds, they’d set their rhythm as if they were riding a seesaw. Flint thrust inside her, moaned and pulled back. Tyler entered her, tapped that pretty little rosette and pulled out again.

“You’re killing me here!” Her body rocked to and fro, she gave and took, but she tried to manage the speed and control.

Tyler and Flint weren’t having any of that. They maintained their pace, sharing her between them, taking their own sweet time, making slow and easy love, taking that good and natural trip, the one driven by lust, controlled by desires.

Brianna cried out for more. She threw her hips in a natural rotation, catching one cock up the ass and another thrust inside her pussy. Still, they wouldn’t take her together. They pulled out, pushed in, pulled out, pushed inside her once again.

Tyler bit back a groan, his need suddenly overwhelming him. He mashed his chest against her back and pushed her hair to the side. “Now, beautiful. Come on, baby. Take your pleasure. Rock it out with us, honey. Make us sweat. Make us work for it.”

“Tyler!” Her body writhed with satisfaction as Tyler slammed inside her from behind. “Oh God, Flint!” Her hips rocked to one side as Flint screwed her from the front.

Between the sensual rotations and the whimpers between them, they fucked out a steady rhythm that left her sighing in pleasure while they screamed out her name.