Sexual Affection (Contemporary Cowboys 3)

Zak liked watching.

He’d been on the outside looking in more times than he could count and he’d known lust, to an extent. In the past, he’d enjoyed sitting out and watching someone else fuck his date or the woman he’d taken to a party. This, however, wasn’t a date. He wasn’t a guest at a damned party.

Dallas was loving on his woman and he’d worked her over pretty well. When he’d sucked the tender flesh around her hole, Dallas had hit a sweet spot, one Zak wouldn’t have guessed as being a weak point for Drina.

In fact, he never would’ve thought about her letting a man go down, way down, on her in front of another. The act itself was personal, but having a witness, particularly a committed partner nearby…damn if that wasn’t sexy.

Dallas kissed a trail up and down her leg, taking his time and loving her right. As Zak reclaimed his spot in a nearby chair he thought about the idea of sharing Drina on an ongoing basis. Didn’t he want her to feel love and be loved well? Hadn’t he promised to do everything in his power to make her happy?”

He noticed the silly little grin on her face. Damn if she wasn’t happy now.

Her fists balled in the sheets and she ground her pussy against Dallas’s mouth. Up and down, she rose and fell, her ragged breaths now falling in short spurts.

“More?” Dallas asked, pausing right above her mound and blowing on her clit.

“God yes,” she whimpered, shivering all over.

Dallas slapped her pussy and the wallop made Zak as hard as nails. He closed his eyes and enjoyed the various sounds then—her light whimpers, those subtle moans, the throaty masculine sounds from Dallas, the feminine hitches in Drina’s short breaths, another slap or two to her bare waxed mound and then…

Slap! Slap! Slap!

“Oh God!”

Zak sat forward, surprised to find Drina over Dallas’s lap. “I didn’t think you had it in you.”

“Little vixen tried to push my head down between her legs again.”

“Hmm,” Zak said, winking at Drina and paying close attention to the wink she shot him in return. He stepped closer to the bed and ran his finger across her bottom lip, suspecting she’d pull the single digit between her lips and suck the tip.

She didn’t disappoint. Taking advantage of the situation, Zak then knelt beside them and spread her cheeks. “So you enjoyed it when Dallas’s tongue was here?” He pushed the moistened digit against her hole and wiggled his finger high inside her rear passage.

“Yes.” Her response seemed torn from her chest.

He wiggled his finger and bumped his knuckles against her bottom. “Do you like it when you’re fucked here, Drina?”

“Yes, Sir,” she whispered, and it was then when he realized Drina hadn’t been addressing him properly. He’d watch for that mistake again in the future because the more mistakes she made, the more punishments she’d receive, which would lead to more satisfying rewards.

“I want to fuck you here,” he said, screwing his finger in and out. “When your training is complete, I’ll take you here.”

She shivered at his promise and Dallas laughed. “I won’t make you wait for graduation.”

“I didn’t think you would,” she said, reaching under her body and grabbing hold of his cock.

Seeing an opportunity to inflict angst upon himself, he stretched out on the bed and said, “On your knees in front of Dallas, sub. I want to watch you give him head.”

“I won’t argue with you there,” Dallas said, relaxing on his elbows.

Drina used Dallas’s legs and situated herself between his thighs. Then, she used her hands and cradled his cock, massaging his length with both hands before dropping her head over his groin. She bobbed up and down, giving him an aggressive blowjob while watching Dallas intently, seemingly gauging how fast or slow she should go.

The pace changed and Dallas stood. He placed his hand on the back of her head, guiding her to his cock. She rose to the tip, flattened her tongue across the slit and dragged it painfully slow, enough to make Zak agonize over the act. He wanted that sensation then. He longed to feel her wicked tongue ruining him for other lovers, for anyone in the future or any memory of a woman in his past.

“Can I suck your cock until you come, Sir?”

“You can do whatever you want when you’re down on your knees in front of me,” Dallas replied, forever that rough and rowdy cowboy.

“Promise?” She looped her tongue around his crest and drew him between her cheeks again. She paused for a moment, dipped her finger in the moisture slippi

ng from his slit, and then sucked her finger. Zak could see the next play coming from a mile away.