Her Four Cowboys

“Luce, it’s okay,” Adam said as he came forward, grabbing onto my hand and pulling it to his mouth so he could press a kiss to my palm. “You’re okay.”

“What’s wrong?” Austin asked. “I thought this was a good thing.”

The only one missing was Andy, but it wasn’t missing for long as he stepped into my line of sight and set his hand on my back.

I gave a watery laugh in response, and my sobs hiccupped into steady tears. They continued streaming down my face as I looked around into all of these faces that I loved so dearly.

“It is a good thing,” I said, smiling shakily. “I just… wasn’t expecting it.”

“So…” Andy said, tilting his head to the side, “these are good tears?”

“Yes,” I said, smiling wider as I brought my hand up to wipe my face. “I didn’t think that I’d hear this from you guys, and there’s so much that I’m feeling for all four of you.”

Adam reached out, pulling me toward him and pressing his lips to mine. The kiss was softer than any of the others we’d shared until he opened my mouth with his as if he wanted to swallow the last remnants of my tears. I reached up, pressing my hand to his cheek and running my thumb along his cheekbone.

The kiss soothed me, and when I pulled away from him, I felt much better. The face I saw when I pulled away was the face that I’d always loved as my best friend, and even though it felt like a wrench to pull my gaze from him, I found three other faces that felt just as close to me.

Heat rushed through me at the sight at every one of their faces. I got up on my knees and reached my hand out toward Austin, who stood in front of me. He pulled me forward so that I could meet his kiss.

I brought my hand up, running my fingers through his thick curls and relishing the silky feeling of his hair as I carded my fingers through it. I hugged him tightly to me, lining my body up with his and pressing myself into him as I opened my mouth to him. I drew my hand down to the collar of his shirt and twisted my fingers into it.

I broke off the kiss, panting as I pulled away from him, but he just moved his lips down to my neck, sucking the skin right over my pulse point as I gasped, closing my eyes and giving over to the way the feelings spread over my body.

Andy turned me so that I could kiss him as Austin moved his hands up to cup my ass, unbuttoning my jeans as he went and tugging my shirt out from where I’d tucked it in, sneaking his hands up under my shirt and skating his fingertips over my belly.

As he touched me, I continued to kiss Andy, moving my own hands down to where his cock was creating an impressive bulge in his pants and cupping him there, feeling his groan reverberate down his body as I caressed him.

Meanwhile, my pants had been pulled down, and Austin had wasted no time in parting my legs with an almost ferocious need, not stopping as he dropped to his knees, bent forward and began to lick every inch of my throbbing pussy.

I gasped at the feeling of his tongue on me, at the knowledge that he was so hungry for me that he either had no willpower or inclination for patience.

My legs began to shake as I stood there, with Austin devouring me, and my breathing growing shallower and shallower. I opened my eyes briefly, looking off to the side to see that Aaron and Adam were both staring at me, their gaze pinned on me as the looks on their faces grew hungrier.

At the same time, a pair of hands came around to my front, quickly moving over the buttons on my shirt and pulling it down so that my shoulders were bare and ready for attention. Andy had been the one to take off my plaid, and he set about pulling my tank top above my head, throwing it to the side and wrapping his arms around me so that he could cup one breast in each hand, kneading them expertly between his artistic fingers.

I was a mess of feeling, with every nerve ending in my body having been activated by their attentions.

Speaking of fingers, Austin had reached his up between my legs, running the tip of his index finger teasingly along my drenched slit before thrusting it in, all at once, and curving it up to press it hard against my most sensitive point.

Everything grew to be too much for me. Too much sensation. Too much stimulation. And as Austin’s talented fingers brushed up against the softest, most sensitive part of me, I felt a cracking in the wave of tension as it crested over me, breaking and shattering over my head in a million pieces. I would’ve fallen over, collapsing on top of his head, if a pair of arms hadn’t been there at that moment, waiting to catch me as my legs lost all strength and the muscles in them began to shake uncontrollably.