Lassoed (Steele Ranch 5)

I squirmed, but Sam’s arms came around me, cupped my breasts from behind. Pressing close, I felt his heat, his hard muscles, and his hard cock against my bottom. I’d never really thought I was all that attractive down there, but the way Ashe was staring made me believe he felt otherwise. It was as if he’d never seen a pussy before, or my pussy was the most amazing one he’d ever laid eyes on.

Reaching behind my knee, he hooked it and lifted it up over his shoulder. Sam’s hold kept me well balanced. “You’ll come first, then we’ll fuck you.”

“I thought you said this was going to be quick,” I breathed. With him hovering right in front of my pussy, I clenched my inner walls, aching with anticipation.

He looked up at me from between my legs. “Oh, sweetheart, you’re going to come real quick.”

And then his mouth was there, his tongue there. His finger, nice and deep…THERE. Between Sam kneading my breasts and his fingers tweaking and plucking at my nipples and Ashe’s ministrations lower, I went from zero to sixty in about, well, sixty seconds.

My fingers tangled in Ashe’s hair, my heel hooked into his back as I got hotter and hotter and…wow. White hot pleasure had me gasping, my hips curving and riding his face. “Yes, god, yes.”

Ashe continued to lap as I came down from the incredible orgasm, and when he pulled away and looked up at me again—well, when I opened my eyes and looked down at him—he was smiling, very pleased with himself. His lips glistened. “That’s one.”

Oh, god, they were going to kill me with orgasms. My bones had melted from the pleasure, my fingers tingled, my skin damp with sweat. It was a good thing Sam had his arms around me as that was all that was holding me up.

Ashe lowered my leg then pushed to standing, began undoing the buttons of his shirt. I couldn’t ogle at the exposed skin for long because Sam spun me about to face him, then kissed me.

I had no idea how long we kissed, but Ashe’s words cut through the soupy fog of my brain. One orgasm wasn’t enough for my body. It still hummed with desire and Sam’s mouth on mine, his hands running over me, had my need returning for more.

“Come here, sweetheart,” Ashe called from behind me. “Take my dick for a ride.”

Sam lifted his head, smiled. “Better hurry. I’m pretty sure he wants to come deep in that tight pussy of yours, not his hand.”

Turning around, I saw Ashe sliding a condom onto his very big, very long, very large cock. He’d ditched his shirt, shoes and socks and remained only in his jeans, which he’d opened and tugged down enough to free himself. It was one of the hottest things I’d ever seen. A man in just denim and muscles settled on a couch, legs spread apart, generous cock in hand.

He glanced at me, crooked a finger.

I crossed to him, put one knee on the couch and straddled his lap. Hovering over him, my breasts were right at eye level and he took advantage. Cupping my bottom, he leaned forward and took one of my nipples into his mouth. He drew on me in long pulls and I felt it zing right to my clit.

“Please,” I begged again. I may have just come, but I’d been empty and now I wanted that cock deep inside me. Filling me up, easing the ache. The emptiness.

He pulled back, helped settle me over him, then slowly pushed me down. His eyes met mine, held, as I gasped. Fully inside me, I wiggled my hips, clenched and squeezed to adjust to him. I was stretched open, filled deep. He was so big. I was wet and prepared, but taking a cock like his wasn’t easy.

“Fucking perfect,” he murmured, settling against the back of the couch. He tilted his head back, watched. How a green gaze could be heated, I had no idea. But I’d felt those whiskers on the insides of my thighs, that mouth on my clit so wicked and skilled. “When you’re ready, fuck yourself on me.”

With his hands still on my hips, I lifted and lowered, finding a rhythm. He hit every hot spot inside me and my eyes fell closed, going where it felt good. Moved how it made me hotter. Rubbed my clit to make me come.

“Look at her, so pretty. So fucking hot,” I heard Sam say. “Do you like knowing I’m watching you fuck Ashe? I can see how his dick gets swallowed up by that dripping pussy. I can’t miss the way your tits bounce, your nipples get nice and hard.”

Sam kept up the dirty talk and it only made me hotter. It was thrilling, dark and dirty, having another man watch as I rode his friend. My hands went to Ashe’s bare shoulders and he started to help me, lifting and lowering me, faster and harder until my head fell back and I came all over him. Ashe took over, thrusting his hips up into me as I rode the scalding hot waves of pleasure. I felt him swell inside me, his motions going from smooth to rough and wild as if his baser needs finally took over. He fucked into me until he thrust deep one last time, held still and groaned.

“My turn, pretty girl,” Sam said, kissing my back as I lay slumped against Ashe’s chest. I could feel his heart beating, could breathe in his musky, male

scent.

After a minute, Ashe propped me up. I opened my eyes, grinned at him.

“Sam’s turn,” Ashe replied, the hard edges that I’d seen on his face now gone.

I nodded my head, knowing we were far from done. I wanted Sam, too. Two orgasms in and I wanted more. I wanted both of them. Without being with Sam, too, this night would be incomplete. I wanted what the two of them offered, as different as they were.

Sam’s hands wrapped around my waist and he carefully lifted me off Ashe’s cock, pulling me up. I hissed as I was spun about and tossed over Sam’s shoulder. I laughed as the world went upside down. Sam’s hand came down on my bottom in a light spank as he walked across the room and into one of the bedrooms. I bounced as I was dropped onto the bed.

As I propped myself up on my elbows, I watched as Sam stripped all the way. His body was solid and muscled, tanned and toned. Gorgeous. And that cock, the dark plum tone, the broad crown with the bead of pre-cum at the tip, the length. I licked my lips.

He must’ve seen where I was looking because he said, “Oh, sweetheart, you can suck me later.”

Ashe came in the room, stuck his hand out and gave Sam a foil packet. Ashe must have disposed of his used one, then tugged up his jeans, but left the button undone. He looked disheveled, well-fucked. Virile.