Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(58)

He forged forward, and then pulled back. During his slow retreat, Channing wiggled down on Colby’s shaft and raised up as Trevor eased in. They built a steady rhythm and the intense burning feeling took a different, pleasurable turn. When the head of Trevor’s cock brushed against Colby’s through the thin tissue separating them, the pace slowed.


She arched at the response of her body, tingles chased by an intimate throbbing deep within those tissues. She groaned out loud.


Trevor said, “Does that feel good? You ready for more?”


“Yes.”


“Use my cock to f*ck yourself however you want,” Colby said against the hollow of her throat, the tease of his urgent whisper turned her skin into a mass of goose bumps. “Show me what you like. Show me how I can f*ck you next time, when it’s just us.”


Channing lifted her head and closed her eyes, giving herself to the moment, as Trevor picked up the pace and hit that secret gland on every hard forward thrust. Colby suckled her nipples until she thought his undivided, unrelenting attention to her breasts alone would set her off.


Plunge. Retreat. A back-and-forth play of peek-a-boo of two hard cocks. The strokes became shorter. Faster. Harder.


“I’m close, Chan. Are you?” Trevor asked.


“Me too, darlin’. Grind down into me,” Colby panted. “Then when I tell you, squeeze me hard.”


Trevor slammed in one last time, his hands like steel bands around her hips as he came. Grunting. Holding perfectly still as her tight anal muscles milked him. She felt the pulse of his cock, but with the condom, not that hot burst of moisture.


Colby angled his hips and winced. “Faster. Hell yeah. Fucking you is a dream. Bear down.”


The second she did, her orgasm blindsided her. The muscles in her anus contracted around Trevor’s cock, still jammed high in her ass. As Colby’s orgasm rocketed through him, she swore she felt the throbbing tip of his cock in the back of her throat. Tasted it actually. Then the rasp of his pubic hair over her clit triggered another, stronger pulsating peak and she screamed from the most overpowering, debilitating, mind-blowing orgasm of her life.


At the last minute, when she’d fallen from that hazy place of sheer bliss, she remembered not to crumple onto Colby’s chest. She stayed stiff, her head hanging low, her hair pooling on the bed above Colby’s head.


Trevor pulled out first. He sank his teeth into the curve where her shoulder met her neck and trailed kisses along the slope until she shivered.


“Thank you. I hope it was all you wanted it to be. It sure was all that for me. You are one sexy, fine woman.” He staggered from the sleeping compartment and out of the trailer.


Channing sucked in another ragged breath, not able to think beyond the tremors still wracking her body.


“Channing? Darlin’?”



Her head snapped up at the sliver of pain in Colby’s voice. “Oh crap.


Sorry. I’m probably hurting you.”


“No. Look at me.”


She pushed her hair out of her face and angled her upper body back, keeping him fully seated inside her. The man was still hard.


Something indefinable lurked in Colby’s intense gaze. “Did that fulfill your wildest fantasies, shug? Being with two guys?”


She couldn’t speak, she merely nodded.


“Good. Because it ain’t ever gonna happen again.” His free hand knotted in her hair and he brought her face in line with his. His blue eyes flashed heat. “You’re mine. And the thing you need to learn about me is that I don’t share what’s mine.”


“Colby—”


“Your little sexual adventure is done. You understand me? Anything you need in bed you’ll get from me. I’ll give it to you any way you want, whenever you want it, but I’ll be the only one f*cking you, is that clear?”


She stared at him.


Colby sat up abruptly and jerked her legs around until her ankles were crossed at the small of his back. Plastered belly to belly and chest to chest wasn’t enough for him. His left hand circled her nape and he brought them nose to nose, so their lips were only a breath apart. He pumped his hips, driving his cock hard and high.


“Stop. You’re hurt—”


“If I’m gonna hurt, it’s gonna be from f*cking you until neither of us can walk. If I’m gonna pass out, it’s gonna be from comin’ so goddamn hard the top of my goddamn head blew off. If it takes all night, darlin’, I’m gonna prove that you’ve moved into the number one spot of being the single thing in my life that has the power to hurt me the most.”


Tears sparked her eyes and she surrendered to his need, allowing this tough but tender man to demonstrate it in the only way he knew how—with his body.


He ate at her mouth with hungry kisses. He licked her neck. Marking her skin everywhere with wet sucking kisses. Marking her with his teeth.


Marking her with the scrape of his beard on her sensitive flesh. Marking her with his scent.


It was a prolonged, raw mating. Heated. Elemental. Powerful. During her first orgasm she clutched his hair and rode it out. During the second orgasm she dug her nails into his flexing ass cheeks and shuddered against his heaving chest. During the third climax she scratched his back hard enough to draw blood as she ground her pelvis to his.