Submitting to Two Doms (Cowboy Doms 5)

“Quiet, Kelsey. Don’t talk, don’t think. Just feel.”

“No, sir, Master Greg. I need you. I need more.” Kelsey didn’t even wince at her whimpering, pleading tone; she was too far immersed in despair and aching need to care how desperate she sounded.

Devin’s rare chuckle rumbled against her back. “While I like hearing our respected title coming out of your mouth, you’re still not calling the shots.”

A stinging slap landed on her right buttock, the burn sending her blood in a heated rush through her veins. She pressed closer to Greg only to have him work a hand between their sweat-dampened bodies and slide down to press up between her legs. Kelsey’s frantic lust-induced state was fast reaching the boiling point, need for the sweet oblivion of a climax overruling everything else.

With a soft cry, she rolled on top of Greg, straddled his waist and rose above his straining erection. Reaching down, she gripped the pulsing shaft and pleaded with them again. “Please.”

Their dual curses and quick fumbling over the side of the bed barely registered. A swath of moonlight streaming through the window above the bed bathed her body in a white glow as she held her breath waiting for Greg to sheath himself. Devin leaned up on an elbow and circled one turgid nipple with his finger before flicking the tender bud with a scrape of his nail.

“Yes!” Acceptance of the pinprick burst from her mouth as she arched back, thrusting her breasts forward. “More,” she demanded as Greg gripped her hips and urged her down by slow increments, way too slow for the lust raging through her.

“No!” he snapped out when she tried taking all of him in at once. “I’m big and you’re too fucking small.” He tightened his hands on her hips. “I’ll say how much, how fast.”

Kelsey sucked in a deep breath as he worked his way inside her, stretching muscles, scraping along sensitive, swollen tissues inch by slow, excruciating inch. She quivered and tightened around his steely girth as he bumped her womb. And then they took her over; Greg lifting her up, dragging her slick pussy along his rigid length before pummeling back up with a deep plunge while Devin made free with the rest of her bowing body. He plucked at her nipples and tickled her abdomen; traced along her sides and across her buttocks before pinching the fleshy globes.

The reality of Jordan’s disclosures faded as raw sexual hunger invaded her body and took command of her senses. Her breath lodged in her throat, trapped so she couldn’t breathe but for ragged gasps as they overwhelmed her with each forceful cock thrust and every hand sweep and finger tug on nipples, butt and everywhere in between. The orgasm hit her with hard waves of jolting pleasure as she rocked on Greg’s lunging body and arched under Devin’s marauding hand.

She was still trembling from the dichotomy of riotous sensations they had whipped up as they lowered her between them again. But Kelsey wasn’t ready to deal with her past yet, not with that one word still echoing in her muddled head. More.

“We have more, baby, but you should be careful about insisting on what you want.”

Kelsey didn’t realize she’d spoken the word aloud until she heard Devin’s growl in her ear and became smothered by his six-foot-two body covering her as he tucked her under him. “Being careful is your job,” she panted, reaching between them, grabbing his sheathed cock and spreading her legs as she guided him into her still pulsating sheath. “Fuck me, please. I can think tomorrow.”

Unable to resist, Devin powered into her, keeping his torso levered high enough for Greg to reach between them to pluck, pull and twist her nipples into reddened peaks. Kelsey’s mewling cries and jerking hips egged him on, gave him permission to go deeper, ram faster, harder. Her slick pussy clenched around his dick as Greg elongated her nipples with fierce tugs and wedged his head between them to swallow her strident cry with the hard pressure of his mouth.

Lifting her legs around his back, her thighs tensed against his sides as he rode her with unrelenting, body-jarring, bed-creaking vigorous fucking. Her breathing grew as labored as his, those velvet soft muscles clamping around his thick length, tight as a vice as they massaged his girth with taut clutches, pumping his climax forward.

“Now, Kelsey,” he ordered, unable to hold back from the heat of her spasming muscles. “Yeah, that’s a girl.” His groan of pleasure as she soaked him with her orgasm, her hips keeping up with his pounding rhythm, resonated around the room. Devin shook as orgasmic pulsations quivered up his shaft and spewed forth in a torrent of mindless pleasure that knocked him back a peg.

“Jesus,” he panted, sliding out of her snug grip. Flicking Greg an accusing glare, he whispered above the small quaking body under him, “Now the fuck what?”

Greg reached over and swept Kelsey’s damp hair off her neck and face, watching her eyelids drop closed with a small sigh of sated, exhausted contentment. “Now, we keep her safe.”

“And then?” he persisted.

“And then she goes home. That’s what she wants.”

Devin turned from refilling the coffee pot when he heard Kelsey coming down the hall. His gut tightened as soon as she came around the corner and the anguish lurking in her puffy, red eyes changed to derision as soon as she saw him. Wearing nothing but the silky nightshirt she must have slipped on upon rising, her fey appearance and fragile demeanor drew him like a magnet, and he swore Greg would answer for that after she left. As he’d been telling himself lately, just because he was drawn to her as a Dom didn’t mean anything other than he wasn’t entirely opposed to her presence anymore.

Sliding onto a stool at the counter, she cocked her head and said, “You must have drawn the short straw and gotten stuck with babysitting me first. Sucks to be you since you never wanted me here in the first place.”

Leaning back against the counter, he crossed his arms and replied in a frigid tone, the pain in her eyes getting to him. “Knock it off, Kelsey. You’re upset at what the McAllisters found out and kept from you. I get it. But don’t put words in my mouth or make assumptions based on their actions. I was about to fix an omelet. Do you want one?”

“I’m not hungry.”

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She pouted and he suppressed the urge to order her to eat something. It would take time for her to reconcile with what she had learned about her past but he could push her along that path with a gentle nudge. Pouring her coffee, he added cream and handed it to her across the counter, not surprised when she questioned him.

“How did you know I take cream? You’ve never been here in the mornings when I’ve gotten up.”

“Because I use cream also and Greg drinks his black. It was an easy deduction when I noticed how much was gone each morning. Don’t go long without eating. You need to keep your strength up.”

Her jaw tightened but she didn’t say anything until she’d taken a few sips of coffee. When she did, he knew she was deliberately trying to piss him off. “Maybe you should be charging me like your other guests, or better yet, send a bill to the McAllisters. It was their idea for me to hole up with you.”

Reaching across the counter, Devin gripped her chin and squeezed until he knew he had her focused attention. “I know you’re upset with Jordan and Theresa but give them a break. They were looking out for you and have had nothing but your best interests and safety at heart.”