Rode Hard, Put Up Wet (Rough Riders #2)(86)

“Good. Get on your knees at the head of the bed.”


Gemma complied, trying to slow the beating of her heart and the slight fear laced with curiosity.


“Where are you gonna be?” Cash said.


“At the foot.” Trevor’s callused fingers raked the sole of her foot. Then meandered up her calves and the backs of her thighs, tapping the inside of her legs for her to widen her stance. “Or should I say, at the rear.”


A long, wet tongue swiped up from Gemma’s * to her anus. She gasped, turning to see Trevor standing behind her. He said, “Suck him, while I suck you. I assume you ain’t opposed to a little ass play, since I’m gonna be in it soon?”


“No. Oh GOD.”


Then Trevor was rimming her hole with his tongue, wiggling it inside, tickling the knot of nerves while his fingers delved into her wetness and slipped higher to masterfully stroke her clit.


Hands were on her head. Cash’s cock was in her face. He growled, “Take it all.”


Gemma opened and sucked him to the root. He began to thrust into her throat. She closed her eyes and just let herself feel the hot, kinky, overwhelming sensations of animal lust, the taboo experiences she’d only dared imagine.


Trevor canted her hips, licking and sucking everywhere between her thighs, making her wet and swollen with need.


Cash tugged on her hair and said, “It’s f*ckin’ sexy watchin’ my dick disappear into that hot mouth. Knowin’ what he’s doin’ to you.”


She hummed her response. The vibration sent Cash over the edge. His cock pulsed on her tongue, semen burst in her mouth and she swallowed as much as she could.


Trevor quit playing with her ass and concentrated his attention on her clit. The orgasm blindsided her—fast, intense spasms. She moaned, rocking back onto Trevor’s mouth. Even as the throbbing eased, she heard the rip of a condom package, and felt cool gel on her puckered opening.


He pressed her upper body to the mattress. “Do you know how many times I’ve jerked off, thinkin’ about rammin’ my cock up this perfect cowgirl ass?” His fingers peeled her cheeks apart. The head of his cock brushed a slick circle around the entrance and pushed past the ring of muscles in one quick movement.


Gemma stiffened up.


“Jesus. You feel like heaven, Gem.” Trevor pulled out an inch at a time and delved back in just as slowly. Over and over. Gently, but yet, knowing how far he could push for her maximum pleasure.


Cash scooted against the headboard. His hands slid under her to play with her nipples. He murmured, “You’re fine. You look beautiful, all stretched out, with your ass in the air. Givin’ him what all the cowboys on the circuit have been dreamin’ ’bout.”


She tilted her head up and locked her gaze to Cash’s. “You too?”


“Me too. I wanted to f*ck you every way possible. Buried balls deep in your sassy little butt was high on my list of ways. But this?” His gaze strayed to Trevor pounding into her ass. “This never…” He closed his eyes and twisted her nipples, skating close to that edge of pain. “Touch yourself. I wanna hear you come while he’s f*cking you.”


Gemma didn’t know if she could come again so soon. She found her clit and rubbed, concentrating on the feel of Cash’s fingers. The clasp of her anus around Trevor’s cock.


A small orgasm broke free and she held her breath.


Trevor said, “I have a serious thing for ass-f*ckin’ but I ain’t gonna last much longer. Damn. You are hot and tight and all slicked up. Feelin’ those muscles clampingdown. Harder. Like that. Feels un-f*cking-believable…shit. I’m done.” Four thrusts and Trevor threw back his head and was shuddering behind her.


Time slowed. The room was cool and humid. And quiet beneath the sounds of labored breathing. Trevor went to clean himself up and Gemma lifted her body up and looked at Cash.


His back rested against the headboard. The unbound black hair hung over his shoulders. His were legs spread in a V and his cock was soft against the mattress. He clutched a bottle of water. Without opening his eyes, he said, “Want some?”


“Sure.”


As she drank a few drops spilled onto his smooth, hairless chest. She watched as the droplets slowly slid down the curved muscles of his pecs. Her tongue darted out and lapped. Mmm. Wet and salty.


“Gemma.”


“I never get to see you,” she whispered, lest Trevor hear. “Let me look.” His nipples were a deep brown, a complement to the reddish-tan skin surrounding them. Her fingers traced the puckered scars, old white ones and new pink ones, bisecting his ribs and upper abdomen. His lower belly had a slight pudge, which Gemma found unbelievably sexy.



Her thumbs swept across his narrow hipbones and his stomach trembled beneath her touch. More scars.


She ignored his crotch and her fingertips moved down, over the fresh bruises on his thighs. Even at this angle she could see Cash was bowlegged—another endearing trait.


Knobby, scarred knees. Gouges marred his thin calves down to his ankles. She ended the sweeping caress at his long, narrow feet. Ugly feet. All cowboys, especially rodeo cowboys, had hideously mangled toes and callused feet. Gemma stroked all these spots hungrily, her eyes drinking him in. “You are all rugged beauty and strength, Cash. Every part is…so you. Why do you hide this from me?”