Rough, Raw, and Ready (Rough Riders 5) - Page 13

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A soft, affirmative noise echoed back to him.

He refocused on his wife’s face. “Chass. Oh, baby, that’s it.” He seized her bobbing head, ceasing movement as the base of his spine heated. His c**k swelled, lifting off her tongue before he exploded, come jetting out fast like a rocket booster. “Uh. Uh. Uh.

Yeah!”

She swallowed steadily as every part of his body throbbed.

Trevor floated back to reality from that white space where nothing existed but physical awareness. He looked at the desire burning in Chassie’s eyes as his c**k slipped free from her mouth. He helped her to her feet and crushed her against his chest. “You…

Damn, woman, I can’t even think straight.”

Chassie trailed kisses up his neck. “Please, my turn now. I’m dyin’. Touch me. Untie my hands.”

“Don’t need your hands for me to touch you, darlin’.” He curled his fingers around her shoulders, holding her steady for his hungry kiss.

A little squeaking moan burst in his mouth at the dueling play of tongues, the quick nip of teeth, the soft, wet slide of lips on lips and he smiled. He loved that noise, like his kiss was a welcome surprise.

Chassie broke away. “Fuck me, like this, right now. Keep my hands tied, I don’t care.”

“Hang on, I’ll take care of you.” He made short work of her belt. Unbuttoned and unzipped her jeans, loving the way her warm skin felt so soft beneath his rough fingertips as he shimmied the stiff fabric and her silky underwear below her knees. Trevor leaned over and picked up his coat. He tossed it over the haybale and whispered, “Spin around and bend over.”

Chassie’s whole body shook. Partially because she was so turned on, partially from the shock of having her ass hanging out in the cold winter air.

Trevor pressed behind her; his thighs cool, his thick sex still hot as it brushed over her bound wrists. Meaty hands squeezed her hips, then one slid between her hipbones and the coarse texture of his palm caused her belly to flutter. The fingers followed the cleft of her sex, straight through the curls to where she was sticky and aching.

He growled, “Baby, you’re already wet.”

She pumped her pelvis. “More.”

Trevor dipped his middle finger into the wetness and stroked her clit lightly, creating a slippery, tingly sensation. “Like this?”

“Faster.” He started a rub/swirl combo and Chassie knew she wouldn’t last long.

“Oh. That’s it.”

Without missing a stroke, he placed his mouth on her ear and sucked the air clean out.

It sent her over the brink, as he knew it would. A dizzy, whirling sensation fogged her brain; a continual pulsing cinched her pu**y muscles, her ass cheeks, her ni**les into one synchronized throb. She bowed back into the curve of Trevor’s neck and gasped at every delicious pulsation.

“Put your feet on my boots.”

Neither could adjust much, constricted by jeans shoved to their knees, but Chassie managed it.

Trevor swore. “Looks like I’m gonna hafta untie your hands after all. Brace yourself on that haybale, darlin’, ’cause I could f**k you right through it.”

The second the ropes were off, he maneuvered her over his coat, tilting her ass higher. Chassie placed her palms on the haybale and Trevor thrust hard and deep.

With her legs tightly trapped between his, he couldn’t pull all the way out. Trevor’s fingers found their way between her legs again. “One more.”

“I can’t, even when it feels—GOD, what was that?”

“Something new.” Trevor tapped her puffed up clit during a longer stroke. “I call it Trevor’s tantalizin’ tantric trick.” Two shallow thrusts, then a deep stroke as he tapped her clit.

She gasped. “You’ve never done this before.”

“Been savin’ this secret love technique for a special occasion.”

“What’s the occasion?”

“It’s Tuesday.”

Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap.

“Trevor!”

Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap.

“It’s called circle of threes,” he panted.

Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap.

Chassie’s heart and blood began to follow the rhythm.

Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap.

“You’re gonna come like this, Chass, and you’re gonna come hard. Just feel, baby.

Let go of everything.”

Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap.

Something shifted in the corner of the barn, stealing her attention from the tribal tattoo drumming throughout her body. She squinted at the dimness and saw him.

Edgard.

Heat suffused her face. How long had Edgard been there? Since she’d given Trevor a blowjob? Had it embarrassed him so he didn’t want to call attention to his presence?

Or had it turned him on so much that he didn’t want to leave?

Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap.

Or maybe Edgard hoped to join in? Chassie knew her husband was no stranger to threesomes. She’d never experienced that type of kink, never been curious about trying it…until now. What would it feel like to have both men touching her body? Two sets of hands, two mouths, two cocks competing to make her scream with pleasure?

Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap.

Her gaze dropped to Edgard’s midsection. Even in the muted light she saw his silver belt buckle hanging by his thigh and his jeans were undone. His right arm moved.

Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stoke—tap.

Holy shit. Edgard was jerking off. Jerking off right in front of her. Jerking off to the rhythm Trevor had set.

Chassie couldn’t see Edgard’s face, just the lower half of his body. She realized he had a perfect view of Trevor’s hand between her legs and Trevor’s ass pumping against hers as he f**ked her. A shiver rolled from her neck to her belly.

Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap. Thrust, thrust, stroke—tap.

Trevor growled, “I wanna take your ass like this. Pumpin’ into that tight little hole, drivin’ you crazy, bringin’ you off with my hand as I come deep inside you, feelin’ your muscles squeezin’ every drop from my cock.”


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