Spurred (Steele Ranch 1)

“The opposite,” I panted. “This is crazy, but I need what you said. God, yes. Like that.”

He nipped the spot where my shoulder met my neck.

“I can’t be gentle, Kady. I don’t know how,” Cord growled, pulling the strap of my dress to the side to kiss across the slope of my shoulder.

“I don’t care. I want you.”

“And me?” Riley asked. His voice was an octave deeper than normal. I turned my head a little more and opened my eyes. He was right there, the blue irises as dark as the storm clouds that brought the rain. Watching us. Seeing how Cord made me so hot.

“Yes, and you.”

Cord didn’t stop his attentions as I spoke to Riley. His hand slid down my side, then up my thigh and beneath my dress. A slight tug and my panties were gone. I saw Riley take them from Cord.

Thick fingers slipped into me, so deep, then pulled back, then deep again. Cord was finger fucking me, and I could do nothing but rock my hips. Ride them.

“She’s dripping,” Cord told Riley.

I came from those words alone, the truth that it was true, that I was as wet as I’d ever been for them. Just the sweet friction of Cord’s fingers was enough to set me off.

I cried out, rode the pleasure as I heard the clang of a belt buckle, felt the shift of Cord’s hips. Before the orgasm even faded completely, his fingers were pulled away and replaced with the broad head of his cock.

“I have to feel you on my dick, sweetheart. All that wet heat coating me.”

Cord gripped my hips, pulled me down as he thrust up.

My eyes opened at the invasion. Yes, his cock was enormous and my inner muscles clenched and squeezed trying to adjust to the sudden penetration.

“More,” I breathed, knowing not all of him was inside me yet. He had inches to go.

With that one word, he pulled back, thrust deep. Took me hard. Right there on the porch with my legs around his waist, my heels digging into his ass.

“When he’s done with you, it’ll be my turn, Kady. With us, you get two cocks.”

“Yes,” I moaned. When Riley continued with his dirty talk, I couldn’t hold back. It was too much. Cord was too skilled with his big cock. It crammed me full each time, bottoming out just shy of painful. But I was so wet and primed for him, that first orgasm softening me, opening me up to take him, to accept whatever he would do with that ruthless tool between his thighs.

“Cord!” I cried as I came again, my inner walls milking his cock, pulling it impossibly deeper.

I felt him thicken, grow within me just before his fingers tightened on my hips. He pistoned into me once, twice, then held still, groaning against my neck. His hot breath fanned my skin as he came.

He stepped back just enough so I wasn’t held up by the wall and his body, and I dropped my feet to the porch floor. Riley pulled me out from in front of Cord and walked me over to the railing, pressed me against it so I was facing away from him, away the house. All of Montana was before me.

With deft fingers, Riley lifted my dress up and over my head so all I wore were my sandals and my bra. He leaned into me and I felt every inch of his body pressing against mine. His shirt was almost abrasive against my sensitive skin.

I hadn’t noticed he’d pulled his cock out, but I felt the hot thickness of it against my bottom.

“Time for more, sweetheart. One cock’s not enough for you.”

He tapped the inside of my foot with his so I would step wider. I felt the slide of him as he bent his knees, aligned his cock to my dripping entrance and stood to his full height, impaling me on his cock.

“Oh, god,” I moaned, putting my hands on the railing to brace myself.

I hadn’t completely recovered from Cord’s attentions to be fully prepared for Riley. I’d never taken two men, one after the other before.

Ripples of pleasure still coursed through me, and when I felt a hard cock deep inside me again, the same yet completely different, I closed my eyes and gave myself over to it.

I’d already come twice, and I knew I wasn’t going to be done until Riley wrung at least one more from me.

I’d never been able to come from a partner before, needing to work my clit with my fingers to do so, but I was now realizing it had been all them. They’d been terrible lovers.