Little Red’s Riding by Nicole Casey
Ruby
Grayson’s truckwas filled with junk—or, as he called it—an assortment of potentially useful brick and brack. “You never know when it will come in handy,” he’d said. And at the moment, I agreed with him. Because of all the clutter, there was nowhere for me to sit, except on the lap of a tall hunky cowboy. I don’t know if, without the ‘brick and brack’, I’d have been able to think of an excuse for getting onto Samuel’s lap so quickly. Come in handy, it did.
To add to my good fortune, the ride was quite bumpy and Samuel had to grip me with a tight arm around my waist so that I wasn’t knocked about. I felt somewhat guilty for enjoying it so much. I had just made out with Wyatt and now here I was relishing being in the grip of another cowboy. But I told myself I was a victim of circumstance, and I shouldn’t blame the victim.
“It’s too bad Wolf had to be such an ass,” said Samuel.
“Yeah, we’ve still got nearly two cases of beer left,” said Grayson.
“Couldn’t we go somewhere else?” I suggested. “The night’s still young. And, as you said, two cases of beer. It’d be a shame not to drink them.”
“It’d be straight up rude,” said Grayson.
For a moment, I thought he meant it would be rude going drinking without Wyatt, but he flashed a smile and I understood he was referring to the beers.
“Let’s go down to Eagle Creek,” said Samuel. His voice was low, and his breath hit the back of my ear and neck, sending goosebumps down my body.
“Sounds good to me,” said Grayson.
“I’m game,” I said.
‘Just what, exactly, am I game for?’ I wondered. Already I was shifting on Samuel’s lap hoping to bring his hand closer to my crotch. So far, he wasn’t taking the bait.
“So how do you know Wyatt?” Grayson asked.
“Actually, I don’t,” I said far more cheerfully than I’d intended. “I mean, we just met. We met at the ranch. I was snooping.”
“That’s right,” said Samuel. “We’re fraternizing with the enemy.”
“I believe the expression is ‘sleeping with the enemy’,” I corrected, “but fraternizing is a good start.”
Grayson and Samuel laughed. I leaned against Samuel and felt his chest vibrate with the laughter.
“It tickles,” I said.
“What tickles? I’m tickling you?” said Samuel, lifting his hand off my waist.
“No.” I placed his hand back on my waist. “Your laugh. I can feel your chest bounce when you laugh, and it tickles.”
I leaned my body tight against him and said to Grayson, “Say something funny.”
“On command?”
“On command,” I said.
He did an impression of Wolf. And even though I didn’t get the joke he told—must have been an inside joke, the impression had me laughing, and Samuel too.
We pulled off the road. Grayson cut through a field. His truck was not exactly meant to go off-roading, so the ride was extra bumpy. I made sure to try and land on Samuel’s crotch as often as I could. I felt his member hardening and I kept aiming for it with each bounce.
The ride was over too soon. We’d arrived at Eagle Creek.
“You ever been out here before?” asked Grayson.
“I’ve been to Eagle Creek, sure. But not this part of it. I’ve never seen it this wide or deep. More like Eagle River in this part.”
Without a word, Grayson took off his shoes. Samuel did the same, so I did as they did.
Grayson, carrying a case of beer tucked under his arm, waded through the creek to a flat rock in the center. He set the case on the rock then sat down beside it. He motioned to me with open arms.
“There’s room here for two.”
I stepped into the creek. The water was cold. It sent shivers running up my body. I squealed.
My balance was unsure, so I hesitated to take another step. I looked behind me hoping I could take Samuel’s hand, but Samuel was still on the bank. He’d removed his shirt, and the moonlight glistened off his sculpted pecs and abs.
Grayson whistled at him. “Take it all off!”
Samuel smirked and shook his head. He glanced at me as if asking my permission. The gleam in my eyes and the grin on my face gave him the go-ahead.
He slipped off his jeans and cast them to the side. The black boxers blended in nicely with the night, leaving me to imagine what lay underneath. The bulge he was rocking helped me imagine—not that I was having any particular difficulty with that.
He stepped into the creek, and I extended my hand for him to take.
Grayson clapped and cheered.
I turned to him. “And what about you?”
“What about me?” he said cheekily.
“Your clothes are going to get all wet.”
“So are yours,” he said, and he leaned over, cupped water in his hand, and splashed me with it.
I threw an arm over my face and turned, like that was going to protect me. I nearly fell into the water, but Samuel held on strong. So, naturally—or, ‘accidentally’—I fell onto Samuel.
Mmm. Your body is warm. Your shoulders are rock hard and so is your chest.
He leaned into me and whispered in my ear, “If I didn’t know any better, I’d think you were trying to arouse me.”
I slid my fingers down his chest, tracing the curves of his muscles as I made my way down to his crotch. I touched the bulge in his boxers. “Looks like I’m succeeding,” I said.
The expression on Samuel’s face changed. He looked past me with wide surprised eyes.
I turned to where he was looking and saw Grayson standing on the rock slipping off his jeans.
This time it was I who clapped and cheered.
He tossed his jeans onto dry land. His shirt followed. And he took things a step further than Samuel had, he slipped out of his boxers and tossed those onto the bank as well.
I could have taken a seat on the rock and watched them bathe. But, as appealing as that appeared to me, I’d always been one who favored participation sports.
“Ah, the water is freeeeeezing!” I reached out to them, one hand for Samuel the other for Grayson. “Come here, boys.”
“Boys!?” said Grayson in mock outrage. “Who you calling a boy?”
I set my hand on the back of his head and pulled him to me. “You,” I said. “I’m calling you ‘boy’.”
I meant just to give him a playful peck on the cheek. But as I brought his face to mine, somewhere along that journey, my ambitions changed—no doubt aided by the cold water against my bare skin. I met his mouth with mine and closed my eyes.
I leaned into the embrace. As I did so, my balance faltered. I made no attempt to catch myself. I surrendered my body. Immersed in water, a hunky cowboy on either side of me, let my body fall where it may, I thought.
In relinquishing my body, I relinquished all ownership of it; any claim I’d had on it was forfeit.
I didn’t fall. and it wasn’t the water that claimed my body; it was Grayson and Samuel, both at the same time.
Their hands were on me, kneading my flesh, making it conform to their grip. I teetered, rocking my head from side to side, eyes closed lips searching for a mouth to kiss, sometimes falling, instead, on the hard muscle of Samuel’s flexed arm, or the quivering skin of Grayson’s young body.
My hands searched the water around me, finding, first, Grayson’s stiff cock. I gasped at the discovery of its girth. Greedily, I searched for Samuel. “Samuel,” I called out, begging. “Where are you?” I dared not open my eyes, for I wanted the discovery to be purely tactile.
“I’m here,” he said. His voice, low and commanding, fell on my neck, caressing it with hot breath in anticipation of Samuel’s lips which would follow quickly thereafter.
I wrapped my arm around his waist and pulled him against me. His cock pressed against my hip. And again, I gasped, this time at the surprising length of it.
His mouth nipped at my neck and chest then continued down to knead my heaving breasts, flicking my hard nipples with his tongue. A hand, it might have been his or Grayson’s, ran firmly down my back, another ran up the inside of my leg finding my crotch and letting two stiff fingers glide over my snatch.
I bucked and writhed. “Inside,” I murmured, but my command went unheeded.
Grayson kissed me, taking my lower lip in his teeth as if he wanted to devour me. He pulled away, gasped for air then returned hungrier and more insistence still. His hand caressing the small of my back matched the intensity of his tongue inside me.
Samuel’s fingers returned to explore my snatch. He slipped in the tip then pulled out.
Denied, I was overcome with anger and greed. I tried to grab him, but his chest was slick and hard as rock; my hand found no purchase, but I dug my fingers into him and clawed.
He understood, or he wanted payback, because he pulled my legs apart and slipped two fingers inside me and worked them in and out in rhythm to my gyrating hips.
I stroked Grayson’s thick cock, imagining how it would feel inside me.
“You’re huge,” I uttered. “I couldn’t possibly take all of this.”
In a breath, Grayson was behind me. He seized me by the shoulders and slammed me against him, his thick throbbing cock pressed against my ass. “Because you think I’m going to give you a choice?” he said. There was no Cherubim quality to his voice. It had all the lust and greed of a demon.
“Wait,” I said. I didn’t know why I’d said it or what I needed him to wait for. It was the last vestige of my fear, of my pudeur, and it escaped my lips in a meek breath that was quickly blown away by the wind.
Samuel stood in front of me, so tall his cock poked at my ribs. I felt his knees against my legs as he lowered himself, the tip of his cock running down my belly button past my hips and to my snatch.
He took my head in his hands, a strong hold on either side of my jaw. He kissed me lightly on my eyelid. “Open your eyes,” he said.
Without thinking, I complied. “I don’t want to see; I want to feel,” I said.
He ran a finger over my eyelids, closing them, and planted a soft kiss on my forehead. “I just needed to see that you’re okay,” he said. “That you’re in control.”
But I wasn’t in control. And that’s exactly the way I wanted it.
I opened my mouth to say something to that effect, but as I did so, Grayson entered me. Instead of words, a cry escaped my lips. I put my mouth to Samuel’s neck to muffle the moans I was sure were coming.
Grayson pulled out, and I felt suddenly empty and deprived. The sensation lasted a split second, no more. As soon as he’d left me, Samuel thrust his long stiff shaft into me.
I no longer tried to stifle the moans. I opened my mouth and let it all come out. My cries of pleasure echoed off the mountains in the distance and reverberated in the valleys beyond.
I bet all of Wyoming could have heard us fucking. But with my eyes closed and Grayson’s thick cock inside me and Samuel’s mouth on my breasts, his hands kneading my legs, I didn’t care. I closed my eyes and let the water, the hands, mouths, lips, tongues, and long thick cocks pleasure me.
