Shared By the Cowboys by Cassie Cole

46

Cody

We hadn’t shared anyone like this in so long that I forgot just how amazing it was.

The three of us worshiping Becca with our tongues, making her come on the rug, her back arched while the fire crackled and popped.

And now taking turns filling her from both ends, all of us being pleasured at the same time, whether by her mouth or hands or pussy.

This is the way it should be, I thought while she sucked in my crown. She swirled her tongue around the tip while sucking like she couldn’t get enough. Blake had already finished inside her, and Mason wasn’t far behind. Based on what she was doing with her mouth, neither would I.

“Fuck her,” Blake commanded our brother. “Don’t stop.”

It was a relief knowing he wanted to be part of this. That he had finally given in to what he wanted to do after holding himself back. It meant Mason and I could relax and enjoy ourselves, taking Becca the way we wanted.

She bounced on Mason’s hard length, thighs slapping together with every hurried stroke. She was a sex kitten in our arms, humming into my tip while another orgasm built within her.

But I didn’t want to come in her mouth. I needed to feel what the others did.

I climbed off the couch and grabbed Becca from behind. Mason barely had enough time to slide out before I was shoving my cock into her. The lushness of her heat made me shiver, and she gazed over her shoulder to look at me with lust-lidded eyes.

“Give it to me,” she moaned in delight, like a woman possessed.

“Yes ma’am,” I said with a grin as I began to fuck her.

She was wet—so much wetter than I had ever felt her, slick from her own juices and from what Blake had given her. I slammed into her while walking my fingers down her back, tingling ecstasy building in my member with every trembling thrust. Everything was heightened—the look in her eyes, the way my cock pulsed inside of her, Becca’s hourglass figure silhouetted in the warm light of the fire. I was a jumble of emotions and raw desire as I gave her everything I had, surrendering to the mindless drive of our bodies.

Her pussy clamped around my shaft, squeezing me like she wanted to milk my come out of me. The grip she had on me was almost enough to pull me over the cliff into a mind-shattering orgasm, but then Mason pulled her away from me.

“Turn around,” he told her.

Becca’s chest heaved as she quickly rotated so that she was facing me. Mason pulled her down onto his lap, piercing her from underneath again as she rode him reverse-cowgirl this time. Her tits bounced hypnotically while she moved, body undulating like she was riding a horse.

I shared a look with Blake. This girl is incredible.

I couldn’t stay away for long. I stepped up and guided my cock between her breasts, squeezing them together around my shaft. Her lush lips hung open in a silent moan as I fucked her tits, lubricated easily by the juices remaining on my skin.

“There you go,” Blake said to my left, stroking himself faster. “Take her. She’s ours.”

“I’m yours,” she repeated, gazing longingly into my eyes, and I knew it was the truth.

She’ll always be ours.

Mason wrapped an arm around her neck, pulling her back while fucking her from underneath. I stepped over her so I could keep sliding my cock between her tits, feeling myself growing close. The sensation building in my balls was strong, a pressure that made me ache for release.

“Rebecca,” Mason groaned into her ear, eyes going wide before clenching shut. “Rebecca.”

She bucked in his arms, tits jerking around my hard length as she came again with Mason. The way she undulated, head tilted back and chest pressed tightly against the underside of my shaft, was more than I could bear. I completely fell apart against her, every muscle in my body tightening as I squeezed her breasts tightly around my member, and then shuddered with release.

Becca gasped and drank in the sight of my orgasm as milky-white liquid shot up against her chest and neck. I continued covering her skin with my come, pulse after pulse of it, but I needed to be inside her as well, to add my seed to the rest of it. I continued coming all over her body as I lowered myself back between her legs, glazing a trail down her belly.

Mason pulled out, dribbling white out of her swollen lips, and I buried my tip inside to give her the last vestiges of my climax, and she felt so sweet that my orgasm went on and on, squeezing every drop from my body.

“I’ve got more for you,” Blake warned as he knelt on the couch. He fisted her hair and pulled her mouth down onto his cock just as the first shot erupted from his tip, landing across her cheek before she took the tip in her mouth, receiving every pulsing rope as his shaft twitched again, and again, and again.

Her eyes, wide and innocent, gazed up at me while she took my brother’s second load in her mouth, chest heaving as the tail end of her own climax faded away.

The only sound was the crackling of the fire, and the gasping, exhausted breaths from four satisfied bodies.

I was still rock hard inside her, but I finally pulled away. “My knees are shaking,” I said as I let my fingers linger on her thighs.

Blake groaned and pulled his crown out of Becca’s mouth. “You’ve got a grip like a vice, you know that?”

She sighed back against Mason’s body, chest still glazed by my seed. “Because I was busy coming again. If I didn’t wrap my lips tight around you, I might have screamed.”

“Glad she didn’t bite down, eh brother?” I said.

Blake laughed like it was the funniest joke in the world.

Becca laid against Mason’s body while I retrieved a washcloth and then gently cleaned off her skin. Her eyes were lidded as she watched me, and when I winked, she grinned.

“Now you can answer the big question,” Blake said.

“What question?” she asked.

“Which Cassidy brother is the best lover?” Blake replied simply. “You’ve been with each of us individually, and all at the same time. You ought to know, now.”

She bit her lip, and I thought to myself, she’s the cutest damn woman on the planet.

“Go on,” Mason said. “Tell him the eldest brother is always the best.”

“There’s something to be said about youth over experience,” I chimed in.

“I think we all know who she’s going to say,” Blake said confidently. “Best break the news to them now, Rebecca. Rip the bandage off.”

“Here’s the thing,” she said. “I promised not to lie. But are little white lies okay?”

Mason and I roared with laughter while Blake glared.

“I’m going to sleep for twelve hours,” Becca said while sliding off Mason. He kept a protective arm around her body. “One of you carry me to my bed. Otherwise I’m going to sleep right here, in front of the fire.”

Mason stood and stretched. “Fun’s over. We still have that windbreak to finish.”

She blinked. “You can’t be serious.”

“Work hard, play hard,” Mason replied. “In whichever order suits us. Come on, if y’all help we can finish before nightfall.”

Blake grabbed his jeans. “Can’t even enjoy one minute with our woman.”

Mason winked at me, then at our brother. “The work never ends on a ranch, brother. You know that.”

I grinned as we got dressed. As long as we had Becca on the ranch, things would be all right.