Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(7)

“Do you live here?” she asked.



“We take turns stayin’ in here. Too small for all of us.”


Colby flicked on an overhead light. He faced Channing, his blue eyes gleaming. “Take off your shirt, shug.”


Did she have the guts to do this? Even when she so desperately wanted it?


Inhaling a slow, quiet breath, her fingers trembled as she unbuttoned the white eyelet blouse.


Colby stood close, Trevor leaned against the back wall, watching.


Down to her white lace bra, she awaited further instructions.


“Good girl. Peel it off. Slowly. Tease me. Make me salivate to get my mouth on those big titties.”


Channing reached behind her back and unhooked the clasps. The white satin contrasted against her tanned skin as the straps slithered down her arms. She held the cups in place until the last possible minute and then let the bra drop to the floor.


Silence except for the sounds of heavy male breathing.


“Trevor?” Colby said.


“I’m here buddy.”


“You ever seen such a beautiful pair of tits?”


“Can’t say as I have.”


“Look at those nipples. Big and red as cherries.”


Unused to compliments on her body, Channing blushed.


“Touch yourself. Show us what you like.”


Channing closed her eyes. She skimmed her palms up her rounded belly, over her ribs, stopping to trace tiny circles around her nipples. She arched her back, lifting her breasts high, squeezing the soft flesh between her fingers. Plucking her nipples. Hard. Much harder than any man had been inclined to.


“What would you do first, Trev? Suck on them? Or slide your cock between them?”


Trevor chuckled. “Suck on them. Bite them. Make her squirm a bit.


Then I’d wrap that creamy flesh around my cock and thrust high and hard until the tip reached those pouty lips.”


Moisture gushed from her * like a water balloon had broken between her thighs. She’d never been so hot, so ready to be touched in her life.


Colby sidled in front of her, cupping a big breast in each hand. He kneaded the mounds, whispered husky, sweet words against her quivering skin, dragging his open mouth across the tops of her breasts.


He buried his face in the valley of her cleavage. Flattening his tongue, lapping at the bottom curves.


Locking his gaze to hers, he dipped his head and sucked her beaded right nipple into the wet heat of his mouth. He deftly twirled the left nipple between his fingers as if turning a dial. Hard. Like he noticed she liked it.


Channing clamped her thighs together. “Oh, man. Please don’t stop.”


“I think she needs more. You wanna help me out here, Trev?”


“Gladly.” Trevor latched onto her left nipple; Colby sucked on the right. She couldn’t help the keening moan that escaped from the intense pressure. Colby’s mouth was more aggressive. Trevor’s mouth seemed hotter, his tongue softer as he suckled.


“Can you come like this, darlin’?” Colby asked, his breath tickled her wet nipple making it harder. “Are your tits sensitive enough we can get you off this way?”


“I-it’s never happened before.”


“A theory we can test another time when you’re properly trussed up.”


He kissed a path up her neck, moving to the side of her body to allow Trevor access to both breasts.


Trevor crushed the globes closer, flicking his agile tongue back and forth between the tight, ruddy nipples.


Colby kissed her. She groaned against his lips. She loved kissing him. He twined their tongues together and lazily tasted the recesses of her mouth. His rough fingertips stroked her spine, sending goose bumps across her naked flesh. His lips slid to her ear and he whispered, “Are you turned on?”


“Yes.”


“Is your cunt wet? Are you imaginin’ me slurpin’ all those sweet juices tricklin’ between your thighs?”


“Yes.”


“Mmm-mmm, I can’t wait. We’ll take good care of you in a minute.


But for now, I’m dyin’ to see your lips wrapped around my cock. Unzip me, Channing.”


His buckle clanked as she unhooked his belt. Then he placed her right hand on the placket of his jeans. She scraped her nails along the hardened length. A quick yank and the button popped loose. She slid the zipper down a tine at a time.


Colby groaned.


Using both hands, she peeled back the jeans, delving her fingers beneath the stretchy waistband of his boxers and through the nest of springy hair. The damp, velvety soft tip greeted her palm. She squeezed his cock, mentally cataloguing its size and thickness. A fission of fear appeared. Talk about well endowed.


He hissed. “Come on, don’t stop.”


Trevor kept working her nipples. The soft kisses vanished as his teeth nipped the pebbled tips. She gasped at the spark of pain and sighed at the soothing lick of his warm tongue.


Channing arched toward Trevor, wanting to concentrate on the exquisite sensations of his talented mouth—her former lovers never paid long, drawn-out attention to her breasts, but Colby elbowed him out of the way.