Spurred (Steele Ranch 1)

As I walked toward them, Riley shouted, and I knew he was finding his own pleasure because I remembered how it felt when her hot little pussy milked my cock. I knew that silky clamp was pulling all the cum from him. Draining him dry. And completely bare. Bare dick against hot, wet pussy.

I moved to the same spot on the coffee table. This time, my dick was out and aiming straight for her. With her nightgown caught up in Riley’s fingers, her gorgeous ass was exposed. Her knees were spread wide around Riley’s hips. I couldn’t miss the wink of her pink little asshole as she finished coming. She dropped her head into the crook of Riley’s neck.

Pre-cum dripped from my slit. I squeezed the base of my dick to stave it off; I wanted all of it deep inside her pussy when it was my turn. And it was coming soon.

Both of them were breathing hard, and strands of Kady’s red hair clung to her sweaty shoulders and neck.

“Feel better?” Riley asked, kissing the top of her head.

Slowly, she pushed up and looked over her shoulder at me, looking like a Playboy centerfold. Her luscious ass round and upturned, her breast out and on offer, the nipple now plump and all but begging for my mouth, her skin flushed and dewy, her eyes glazed with that well-fucked look. And she was still filled with Riley’s cock.

“I’m sorry,” she said, averting her eyes and tugging up her strap.

Riley clucked his tongue and slipped the thin strip right back off her shoulder. “I like the view. You can’t go shy on us now.”

“But I didn’t include you,” she said, her eyes lifting to mine. “Isn’t it…cheating?”

I shrugged and offered her a small smile so she knew I wasn’t upset, even though I had my hands gripping the edge of the coffee table until my knuckles turned white while my dick hung out. Not in anger, but in need. “I’m the possessive sort, sweetness, but not with Riley.”

“We won’t take you together every time,” Riley added, trying to reassure her. “Sometimes I want you all to myself. To know your orgasms are all for me and me alone.”

When her eyes dropped to my cock, watched another bead of pre-cum slide down the head, Riley gave her ass a little pat. “Go see Cord, baby. He needs you.”

“I do, sweetness. I need you. Need to feel you, know you’re okay.”

Perhaps that was why she’d had a quick fuck with Riley, to know she was alive. For them to feel the connection. And now it was my turn.

With Riley’s help, she lifted up off him, turned and stood before me, between my knees. Fuck, she was perfect. All rumpled and sexy with Riley’s cum sliding down her thigh, completely well-used and ready for more. “This…thing between us. I’ve never felt like this,” she admitted. And she wasn’t referring to sex.

I didn’t look up into her eyes, but reverently brushed my fingers along the outer swell of her exposed breast and took in the obvious differences between us. My blunt fingers were big and calloused beside her pale, creamy skin. So soft, so warm.

“I haven’t either.”

“Nor me,” Riley added from behind Kady. “Or so fast.”

“We’re not letting you go, sweetness. After this, after possibly losing you”—I paused, fought down the wave of anger and fear— “there’s no fucking way you’re getting away from us now.”

She gave the slightest nod of her head and that was it. I’d been pushed to my limit. Having her almost die, then watch her fuck herself all over Riley’s cock, I needed to be in her. Now. So as I stood, I leaned in and lifted her up and over my shoulder in a fireman’s carry and took her right to my bedroom, my dick leading the way.

9

KADY

Cord was looming over me as I lay on the bed, his hand beside my head to keep his weight off of me. But the kiss…wow. It was all heat and need. His tongue plundered and I knew he was just as eager for me as I was for him.

This…thing between Riley, Cord and me wasn’t a one-night stand. I’d considered the possibility for a bit after what we’d done on the porch because it screamed one and done. Well, two and done. We hadn’t even gotten all our clothes off. I had, but they’d only undone their pants enough for the right equipment to be available. That was all. I still hadn’t seen Riley naked, and he’d fucked me twice. I’d barely even seen his cock. The first time he took me from behind and just now on the couch, he’d pulled it out and lowered me onto it between one second and the next.

As he’d held me, I’d felt…itchy and achy. Unsettled. The guy in the house had scared me half to death and the aftermath made me cry, but after the tears had stopped, I’d still needed something. Riley recognized it and began to touch me, then lifted me up onto him and fucked me all by himself. God, that was hot. So hot. I’d been wet for him. Soaking. And I’d come quickly. It was like the incident had primed me for orgasm.

I’d needed it. Bad.

It seemed Riley had too, touching me, feeling me, hearing me, knowing I was alive.

And now Cord.

“I don’t know if I can be gentle,” he murmured against my lips. “I want to be, but I’m too keyed up.”

I bent my leg so my knee slid up and down the outside of his thigh, his hip. “I think you’ve learned by now I like it rough,” I replied. While there wasn’t a light on in the room, the light from the hall allowed me to see him clearly. His dark eyes held heat, his jaw and every line of his body was tense. He was holding back.