Shared By the Cowboys by Cassie Cole
22
Cody
Becca was everything I had imagined.
Her lips were sweeter than the honey we had harvested as we kissed, and they felt even better when they were wrapped around my cock. I damn near passed out as she sucked me off, fingers tightening in a fist around my shaft and stroking me for all she was worth.
The way she was going to town on me, I thought she wanted to bring me to completion as quickly as possible. I allowed myself to imagine it: her mouth wrapped around my shaft as I quivered with release, filling that pretty mouth with my sticky seed. Pulling away and shooting the rest of it all over her tits and neck while she gasped and gazed up at me with longing.
I wanted it badly.
But I didn’t want that to be the extent of our fun. Not the first time. It took every ounce of willpower I had to pull her up to my face, kissing her deeply, before finally bending her over.
If her ass looked good in a pair of jeans, it was magnificent without anything obscuring my view. Especially when I buried myself into her from behind. The way my hard length disappeared inside her pink folds, and the way her pussy clamped around me like she wanted to milk every ounce of liquid from me? Hell, it was a wonder I didn’t come on the spot.
Somehow, I held out longer than that. Becca arched her back while I fucked her, letting me in deeper than before. I bottomed out inside of her with every shuddering thrust while digging my fingers into her skin, soft and slick and hot, and when I slid my hand around to rub her clit? She fell to pieces in my arms, knees trembling as she bucked her ass against me, meeting me halfway while pulses of pleasure electrified us.
She gazed over her shoulder at me, and then her eyes clenched shut like she couldn’t control herself. Her pussy tightened around me and I finally lost myself, balls clenching as I was pulled into a nuclear bomb of an orgasm. The powerful sensation seemed to take her at the same time, and the two of us shuddered and shivered with the wonderful ache of release.
When our cries died down, the only sound was the water running against our bodies. I wrapped an arm around her breasts and pulled her up against my chest so I could nuzzle at her neck, not kissing but just feeling her skin beneath me. Our chests heaved together as we caught our breath.
I don’t care if we’re wasting water, I thought to myself as I held her. I never want to leave this spot.
Eventually Becca turned the water off and stepped out of the shower. I followed and wrapped a towel around her, running the soft cotton up and down her curvy body to dry her off. She gave a happy little shiver, then chuckled to herself.
She sure is cute as can be.
“What’s given you a case of the giggles?” I asked while drying myself off.
She smiled up at me. “I was just thinking how that was the first time having sex indoors on the ranch. The times with…”
She trailed off.
“You ain’t gonna make me jealous,” I said, holding her in my arms. “You can talk about what you’ve done with my brother.”
She chewed her lip, then said, “Mason and I had sex in the barn, and we’ve had sex out on the ranch, but never indoors. Kind of funny.”
“Pretty soon you’ll be havin’ sex in a bed, like some sort of weirdo,” I said.
Becca giggled more, then pursed her lips in thought. “So the three of you really shared that other woman?”
“That’s a fact.”
“And you really got along? It wasn’t weird, or awkward, or caused any jealousy?”
I shook my head. “Not even a little bit. Hell, we got along best when we were with her. Penny was the glue that held us together. Since then? You’ve seen how Blake and Mason go at it like a couple of alley cats. Always pickin’ at each other, lookin’ for a fight.”
“I guess I assumed they were always like that,” she replied.
“Nope. Just since… since she’s been gone.”
There must have been a catch in my voice, because Becca suddenly pressed her towel-covered body against mine in a fierce hug. I sighed into her wet strands of hair and let myself enjoy the way she felt.
A man could get used to this.
We walked out of the bathroom just as Mason was coming up the stairs. He slowed down when he saw us wearing only towels. It must’ve been obvious what we had just done. There was no hiding it.
Mason clapped me on the shoulder and grinned. “You foolin’ around with my girl?”
“Just a little bit,” I teased back. “I didn’t think you’d mind, since you weren’t playin’ with her.”
I flashed a parting grin at Becca, then walked down the hall to my room. Things were starting to look up.
I closed the door and reached for the dresser to get some fresh clothes.
“Having fun?”
I jumped when I heard Blake’s voice, low and cunning, behind the door to the right. He was leaning against the wall with his arms crossed over his chest, and he gazed at me with scorn.
“Don’t try denying it,” he warned.
“Wouldn’t lie to you, brother,” I replied while gathering my clothes. “Yeah. I’m havin’ fun. Is that so wrong?”
“Yes,” he answered immediately.
“Gonna disagree with you there. It’s been two years. Two long years.”
“Not long enough.”
I sighed and tossed my shirt on the bed. “Now look. I know what you’re feelin’, cause I felt it too. Like a piece of your heart’s gone missin’ and you know you’ll never find it. But that’s the thing, brother. I’m ready to try. Mason’s ready, too. If you’re not…”
“I’m not.”
“…then that’s all right,” I said calmly. “You go at your own pace, whether with Becca or someone else.”
“There is no one else.” He stormed toward the door, shoving past me as he went.
“Blake?”
He paused with his hand on the doorknob.
“You should give her a chance. Becca’s a damn fine woman. She’s gorgeous, and she’s smart. I know, she’s not Penny, but…”
“You’re right,” he said over his shoulder. “She’s not.”
The door opened, then slammed closed behind him hard enough to rattle the walls.
