Long Hard Ride (Rough Riders #1)(8)

“On your knees, darlin’.” He put his hands on her shoulders and pushed her to the carpeted floor.


“What about me?” Trevor complained.


Colby caressed Channing’s face with such genuine affection a lump rose in her throat. “You’ll get yours. We’re gonna see how good our girl is at multi-taskin’.”


A wave of heat rolled through her belly. Her thighs were drenched and clenched.


“Here’s the plan. You’re gonna blow me while you’re givin’ Trevor a hand job. Gotta get used to sharin’, sweetheart.”


She nodded.


“That’s my girl. Trev, help her out. Unbutton your own britches.”


Colby had wiggled his Wranglers and boxers down to his knees.


Channing got her first peek at his cock. A little puddle of drool formed in her mouth. It was by far the biggest dick she’d seen outside of Playgirl.


Long. And thick. It curved up slightly. Pre-come oozed from the wide purple head. An angry blue vein pulsed on the underside and disappeared between his balls, which hung low, flanked by muscular thighs dusted with dark hair.


Without waiting for permission, the very tip of her tongue circled the weeping tip. Mmm. Colby tasted clean. Musky. Hot and salty. His cock twitched and he sucked in a sharp breath.


She turned and peered at Trevor.


Trevor gave her that killer bad-boy grin. He gently brushed a stray tendril from her damp forehead. “I’d never have pegged you as the kinda girl who’d do this, Channing.”


“Which is exactly why I’m here.” Her gaze dropped to his big hands, hesitating on his fly. Feeling bold, she challenged, “You shy, Trev? Or are you gonna show me what you’ve got?”


“I’ve got plenty to keep you satisfied.” He shimmied his jeans over his narrow hips. No underwear. Grinning, he placed his hands behind his head and wagged his dick at her. “Like whatcha see?”


“Mmm-hmm.” His cock actually looked longer than Colby’s, but it wasn’t as thick. The skin was paler, making the dark veins a bigger contrast against the lighter tone of his blond pubic hair. “Come closer.”


Trevor shuffled a couple of steps until he stood next to Colby.


Without preamble Channing sucked him into her mouth like she was slurping a noodle. Released him. Did it again.


“Hey! You’re supposed to be suckin’ me off,” Colby reminded her.


“I need some moisture so I can work him with my hand.” She wrapped her fingers around Trevor’s shaft and began to stroke. “Like that?”


“Harder.”


Channing increased her grip, the twisting sensation echoed in her own body from her nipples to her throbbing cunt.


“Shit yeah. Just like that.”


She smiled and faced Colby.


He placed his palms on her cheeks, brushing the head of his cock across the seam of her lips. “Open up. Take me all the way in deep.


That’s how I like it.”


She parted her lips, opening her mouth wide. The broad tip passed over her teeth, rested on her tongue as he kept pushing into her mouth.


The cockhead hit the back of her throat and she gagged.


Colby held her in position. “Relax, darlin’, and breathe through your nose. You’re not gonna choke.”


She fought the urge to bite down. Instead, she let the saliva pool on her tongue and didn’t swallow.


“That’s it. Don’t arch your neck so much. You’re doin’ great. Oh, shug, you’re sexy as hell.”


The pumping action of her hand on Trevor’s cock helped her focus beyond the need pulsing in her *. She hollowed her cheeks, and released Colby’s dick an inch at a time.


“Jesus, that feels good.”


“Tell me about it,” Trevor said with a groan. “I ain’t gonna last long.”


Channing sucked Colby to the root again, burying her nose in his pubic hair. Inhaling his scent. Several more times she deep-throated him. Then her hand circled the thick base of his shaft and she concentrated on the sensitive head, flicking her tongue on his glans on every upstroke.


Colby grunted. “Oh, yeah. Get me soppin’ wet with that greedy mouth. It’s a f*cking turn-on that your mouth is waterin’ for me, darlin’.”


No man had ever talked dirty to her or told her exactly what he wanted without sugarcoating it. It didn’t embarrass her; it inflamed her.


Her * was so wet her juices trickled down the inside of her thighs.


“Faster,” Trevor panted. “Harder. Like that. Goddamn. Yes. More.


There it is. God. I’m coming. Right…now. Ah. Shit!”


Channing pulled her mouth from Colby, twisting to watch come jet out the end of Trevor’s pulsating cock and splash on her breasts. She pumped him faster. More white spray arced through the air. The hot fluid dripped off her beaded nipples.


Trevor’s legs shook, his back arched and his handsome face was lost in bliss as she stroked him to completion.


She’d never had a man come on her. Not like that. A feeling of power built and her nervousness disappeared. She bent her head and suckled the reddened knob, relishing the different tastes of these two men.