Sex Junkie (Cowboy Addiction 1)

Chapter Eight

The building pleasure moved through her body like a locomotive. Blake knelt in front of her, petting her hair, stroking her cheek.

Grant moved to her lower half, dragging the violet wand up and down her hips and thighs before applying pressure and settling the head against her right cheek. Combined with the sizzling components from the ginger, she was so aroused she thought she might die from lack of penetration.

She needed sex worse than most people craved a drink of water in the heat of summer, and that’s when something else occurred to her, too. She craved the body-to-body connection more than she desired her next fix.

Coming to terms with how Blake and Grant planned to help her overcome her addiction excited her. She hadn’t been this turned on since she began using, the drug robbing her of her sexual interest and day-to-day activities. Now, here she was in the throes of foreplay, and she couldn’t get these men in her bed fast enough.

“Fuck me,” she rasped. “Please. You don’t understand. I’m almost there already. Just one stroke, maybe two, and that’s all it will take. I’ll come for you.”

“I don’t think I heard you,” Grant said, his tone guttural and sexy.

“I need you to take me upstairs and fuck me!” she exclaimed, her head tossing about. “No, actually, I take that back. I can’t wait that long. I need someone to screw me right here. Hurry. Now!”

“Soon,” Blake promised her, lowering his lips to hers. His hot, minty breath smelled so sweet and fresh. She wanted a taste of him. When she missed the kiss he failed to deliver, she became furious.

How long did they expect her to play this game?

“What’s wrong, sub?” Grant asked, apparently picking up on her disappointment. “Can’t you wait?”

“No, I can’t. Give me what I need,” she demanded, forcibly enough to warrant punishment. Even though she didn’t want to be scolded, her request slipped from her lips as if she believed she alone controlled the situation at hand.

Grant bracketed his thick arm under her, pushing his palm against her stomach. At the same time, he shoved the wand under her pussy, and the rapid current shot through her cunt like a high-voltage surge of electricity.

“Oh God!” she screamed, shaking violently as the continual vibrations not only whipped around her, but completely consumed her. She was lust in motion, sex in waiting. “I can’t do this anymore. Please. Oh Please! One of you…fuck me!”

Grant brushed the tip of the wand inside her lips, tapping her clit and her inner thighs. Her muscles tightened and her pussy dampened. If they didn’t give her what she needed, she would do her damndest to break free of these handcuffs. Then, she’d dart upstairs and pleasure herself behind a closed door.

Who was she fooling? She’d stick her fingers in her pussy on the way up the stairs.

The punishment later would be worth the time she spent satisfying herself, especially if she had this kind of treatment to anticipate. Oh Lord, what she’d give to have an endless supply of ginger at her disposal. The violet wand wasn’t too shabby, either.

Grant shocked her again, pressing the wand against her mound and rubbing the thick knob against her pelvic bone. “There, sub. Enjoy.”

“Holy sweet mercy!” she screamed, her back bowing.

She disconnected from her body then as Grant continued to manipulate her, rubbing the wand over the shape of her mound, tapping her pussy lips, and then flicking the tip against her clit.

“No!” s

he screamed. “I can’t take it anymore.”

“Then make him stop,” Blake said, looking her in the eyes and encouraging her to use her safe word.

The pleasure was too great to vacate, the building lust too intense to deliberately abandon. She’d never been so aroused, so ridden with desire. And she’d never wanted to fuck so desperately in her life.

“If you want to stop, you know what to say. You know what to do,” Blake explained.

“Can’t,” she finally managed. “Don’t want to…not yet.”

“She always loved the rush,” Grant said, biting his bottom lip. Shoving the trinket against her pussy again, a quick jolt of energy created a magnified throttle that just about rocked her into an orgasm.

Instead of grasping onto the climax, her body stayed on the brink. Her clit didn’t just sting. The little button throbbed. The pain overshadowing the pleasure now, Morgan wondered how much more she could take.

The high voltage discharged another disruptive current, one so severe her body jerked with multiple spasms jolting her from her toes to her nose. She still wanted the full effect worse then than ever before. She wanted a screaming orgasm instead of the body tremors teasing her with what remained out of reach.

She longed for that pleasure punch, the one that would inevitably rock her world, shake and rattle her insides until she wasn’t only spent, she was retired. She wanted sex on the fly, the kind of experience that trumped all others without their hand or cock to guide her, and she was almost there.