21. Arizona
CHAPTER TWENTY-ONE
Arizona
Red’s pulse hammers against me as his whole body locks up behind me, his shoulders bunching while his hand stays wedged between my legs. I can’t see his face from this angle, but I’d bet every dollar in my truck that his ears are burning as red as his beard.
I don’t even bother pretending to be embarrassed. Willy can stand there and stare all he wants because I’ve got Red’s cock hard against my thigh, my own pulse pounding in my clit, my fingers hooked through his belt loop, and modesty isn’t even crossing my mind.
Red meets my eyes over my shoulder, and beneath all that fury and humiliation sits a plea that’s almost sweet. The sight of it cracks me up, and my laugh slips free before I can stop it, making his fingers twitch against me before they tighten again.
Willy’s boots crunch across the dirt until he stops a few feet away, grinning like he’s enjoying every damn second of this. “Didn’t mean to interrupt, but if the two of you could stop dry humpin’ the fence post, I was going to ask if you wanted tea?”
His words say one thing, but his feet tell a different story because he keeps walking toward us instead of giving us any space.
When he reaches us, Willy slides a finger beneath my chin and lifts my face until I’m looking at him.
His smile turns softer before he kisses me, and my head spins with Red still pressed against my back, his hand still buried where it is, his body tight enough that I can feel every ounce of restraint he’s hanging onto.
Am I really about to fuck them both?
I’ve never had a threesome before. Hell, though, I’m more than ready.
Willy doesn’t bother with hello or waste a single word before he claims my mouth with his, his tongue sliding against mine with the kind of greedy confidence only a farm boy could pull off. There’s no hesitation in the kiss, only hunger, and he tastes like sunshine, sweet spit, and a gingery bite.
I could come from this alone, from the way his hand clamps around the back of my neck and tips my head toward him while Red’s trapped hand trembles against my pussy, his thumb brushing my clit in nervous little taps that threaten to finish me before either of them even gets my jeans open.
A rough breath catches against my ear as Red struggles behind me, and the tiny, broken whimpers spilling from him catch me completely off guard because I’ve never heard a man make sounds like that.
Red continues to finger fuck me through my jeans, and the rush that tears through my body burns so fiercely that both cowboys jolt before holding themselves in place, dragging in hard breaths like I just dropped a live wire straight into their pants.
Willy lets his mouth drift from my lips to the edge of my jaw, kissing and biting with the same relentless hunger while the afternoon sun beats against the back of my neck.
My pulse races the length of my spine, making my knees threaten to give out beneath me. But Willy never lets me fall because his grip stays firm around my neck, keeping me upright while Red remains pressed against my back, his hand trapped between my legs exactly where Willy wants it.
“Fuck,” Red whispers, keeping the word just between us before he drops his forehead against my shoulder. His breath comes hot and desperate across my skin as he swallows hard. “Don’t…”
My fingers hook into both their collars, my nails scraping across cotton before catching skin, because I want them to feel exactly how real this is, and I have no intention of treating either of them gently.
Red’s fingers find the snap of my jeans and fumble with it once before trying again. The button finally gives, and Willy growls against my mouth before reaching down to shove his own hand inside my waistband.
My gasp catches between us as both of them crowd into the same space, two sets of fingers fighting for room beneath my jeans while neither hand belongs to me.
Their hands tangle together in a desperate mess of flesh as one pushes, the other shifts, and then they both find their place.
Red’s middle and ring fingers work frantically inside me while Willy’s broad, callused hand presses down from above, his knuckle grinding against my clit with enough force to send the whole world tilting sideways.
The shock throws my head back until my teeth knock together, and a barn-cat yowl tears straight out of my lungs before I can swallow it.
My own cry rings across the field, loud enough to make me grin through the pleasure because I want to rip the whole damn sky into ribbons and leave this day carved into the sun.
Red lets out a strangled, animal sound before he drives himself hard against the back of my thigh. Willy never breaks the kiss, but I feel the rough laugh that rumbles through him and taste it between us, bitter and wild, while his hands work my jeans lower.
The denim bunches beneath my hips, trapping itself around the tops of my thighs. Red shifts with me, chest still pressed to my back as his hands slide from my hips to my waist and clutch me like I’m the only thing keeping him upright.
Willy finally breaks the kiss, drags his mouth across my jaw one last time, then slips around my side. I feel him brush past Red before he comes up behind us with his cock already out, the blunt head pressing between my legs without a shred of concern for who’s around to see.
I spread wider and brace both hands on the fence rail as every nerve in my body lights up.
Willy hooks my panties aside until the elastic digs into my thigh, then parts me with his fingers while Red surges forward behind me, grinding the ridge of his cock against the crack of my ass as they both fight for the same space.
Willy pulls his hand free long enough to brace it against my ribs, holding me in place with the unyielding strength of a fencepost. His tongue works deep into my mouth until the pleasure builds so fiercely that I have to bite down to stop myself from screaming.
He doesn’t pull away. If anything, he grins against my teeth like that’s exactly the reaction he’d been hoping to drag out of me.
Red’s wrist shakes while the heel of his palm grinds against me, his fingers never leaving me as I rock my hips.
Willy spits into his palm, slicks himself with a few quick strokes, then eases the head of his cock between my legs until the heat of him settles exactly where I need him. Behind me, Red finally gets his zipper down and wrestles his own cock free.
The flushed head brushes through the wet mess Willy’s already worked between my thighs as he rocks forward with his eyes squeezed shut, whispering under his breath.
I can’t even tell whether he’s praying or begging anymore because every broken word melts against my skin until they all sound the same.
Willy slides two thick fingers back inside me, stretching me open before curling them hard enough that my knees threaten to fold beneath me.
He grins over my shoulder at Red, enjoying every second of this, then says, “She’s so fucking ready for us.”
Red’s face burns even darker beneath his beard, which only seems to amuse Willy more.
I’m soaked, dizzy with need, and they’re both focused in a way that steals every breath I’ve got. “Fuck,” I breathe, with no idea which one of them I’m saying it to.
Another shiver rolls through me, messy and beautiful all at once.
Willy eases his fingers out of me, giving my clit one teasing tap on the way that sends my knees buckling before he steps in tight behind me. One hand braces my hip as the head of his cock settles against me from behind, and I feel him line himself up before he starts to push forward.
I clamp my teeth around the top rail of the fence and drag a breath through my nose, trying to keep up with everything happening at once, and somewhere in the middle of it I realize Red hasn’t moved.
He’s standing beside us, his jaw locked tight, his cock trapped in his fist, watching every inch of Willy taking me.
“I want you too, Red.”
His jaw works once before every guarded edge slips away, leaving him looking so desperate it squeezes right through my chest.
Red holds my gaze for another breath before he wets his lips and gives a tight nod, making no effort to hide how badly he wants it. Willy slides one arm around my lower back to hold me while Red steps in front of me with his cock hard and bobbing between us, the flushed head damp with need.
His hands shake as he cups my jaw, his thumbs stroking my cheeks with careful little passes like he’s holding himself together one touch at a time.
I pull Red closer until he’s right where I want him. My tongue flattens against the head of his cock, filling my mouth with his salty taste, and the sound that tears out of him punches straight through my chest.
He tastes brighter than I expected, tangy and impossible to ignore, and it suits the way his thighs shake beside the fence. I keep my eyes on his, rolling my tongue over him as I draw him deeper into my mouth, and he never looks away.
His lashes flutter while I hollow my cheeks around him, every reaction spilling across his face.
Behind me, Willy thrusts and stretches me wide before settling all the way in. The heat of him steals every clear thought I’ve got, and when he finally bottoms out, a rough groan catches in his throat.
“Fuck, Arizona, you were made for this.”
His palms spread across my hips as his fingers dig into the curves of my bones, holding me exactly where he wants me before he starts driving into me with enough force to make bright flashes burst behind my closed eyes.
Red tries to keep himself under control, but his hips answer for him, nudging forward until I open wider and welcome him deeper while Willy takes the rest of me.
Together they find a pace that pulls every nerve in my body tighter and tighter. Sweat gathers beneath my arms, the salty scent clinging to my skin, but I couldn’t care less because every inch of me is burning for them.
I take Red as deeply as I can, my tongue working over him while Willy wrecks whatever balance I had left, thrusting hard enough to make the fence complain beneath us.
Red keeps letting out those tiny, frantic sounds with every movement, and I feel him twitch against my tongue as he edges closer.
His hands have forgotten what they’re supposed to do, leaving them wrapped around the sides of my head as though holding onto me is the only thing keeping him upright.
I twist my wrist and work him with a firm pull that makes his knees threaten to give out beneath him. He gasps my name again, throwing it at me like a prayer, and I smile as much as I can with my mouth full of him because watching both of these men fall apart does dangerous things to me.
Willy’s breathing turns rougher behind me, his stomach and thighs striking against my ass in time with Red’s ragged groans until I can’t tell where my own pulse ends and theirs begins.
Then Willy’s hand slides between my legs, and every muscle in my body tightens before he even touches me. His thumb finds my clit with ruthless precision, rubbing slow, relentless circles that pull another broken sound out of me while I fight to keep my mouth working around Red.
My hips twitch against Willy’s hand, chasing the pressure every time he threatens to ease off before pressing harder again. Heat coils tighter and tighter inside me, every nerve stretched so thin it feels like one more stroke will snap me clean in two.
It does.
Black stars burst across my vision as my whole body seizes around Willy, the pleasure crashing through me so hard that my teeth scrape Red’s cock.
He answers with a choked grunt, both hands flying to the sides of my head as his body surges forward, filling my mouth with salt and heat while he comes fiercely enough that I almost gag.
I swallow every drop with greedy little pulls, and the taste makes every muscle inside me clench all over again while I keep working him with my mouth until he’s trembling, breathing in broken sounds that have nothing left of his usual drawl.
Willy keeps driving into me without giving either of us a chance to recover, his cock stroking through the aftershocks like he’s determined to fuck every memory out of my head. Wet skin slaps together with every thrust as he pounds into me, rough and intense.
It all crashes over me again until I clamp down around him and cry out, shaking so badly I end up biting into Red’s jeans just to muffle the sound while slick warmth runs down the inside of my thighs.
Willy’s groan catches in his throat, rough and strained, and I know he’s right on the edge. His arm cinches tighter around my waist as each final thrust splits me wide, and then his hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can sink his teeth into my neck.
I feel it before he does, the way his cock swells and jerks inside me, and then he comes hard, filling me with hot bursts while his grip on my hips tightens enough that I’ll be wearing the marks tomorrow morning.
My lungs refuse to work as I fold against the fence, my arms trembling while the rough wood digs into my palms. Willy sags with me instead of pulling away, planting his hands on either side of my ribs to keep me from sliding into the dirt.
Red drops to his knees in front of me with his face flushed bright red and his lips still wet before resting his forehead against my shoulder.
His arms wrap around my waist, and I hold onto both of them while we stay tangled together, swaying through ragged breaths, sticky skin, and hoarse laughter until Willy finally eases back. He tucks himself away, gives my ass one last playful bite, then follows it with a smack that makes me laugh.
“Well… hell.” Willy shakes his head, looking between Red and me with a crooked grin. “The tea can wait, am I right?”