Page 67 of Auctioned to the Cowboys

Discovering sex can be pleasurable has been such a major realization for me. The memory of the man my father allowed into my bed at night feels distant, like a landscape viewed through darkness or fog. The feelings that came with it of shame and fear have slipped underwater in my mind. They’re still lurking but not close enough to break the surface.

I want these men. I want them to make me feel beautiful, sexy, and free. I want them to blow away the clouds of my past, erase it all, and replace the memories with new ones. I want to be what they need.

“Yes,” I whisper.

Clint makes a pained sound, but I know he wants this too from the way his hand shifts higher, cupping my pussy over my pants and underwear. When he presses against my sex, I tilt my hips, seeking more contact.

Maverick’s fingers tug at my nipple, pinching and rolling, and the connection of bright pleasure lights me up between my thighs.

“Take off her blouse.” Jesse’s order cuts through the quiet, harsh enough to make me jump. Maverick makes quick work of getting me undressed, flicking the front clasp of my bra so that my breasts spill free. His mouth is hot against my nipple as Clint unzips my jeans, shimmying them over my hips. I’m already wet, and the night air licks coolly against my pretty panties. At least tonight, I don’t have to be self-conscious of my underwear. The shy, cautious, scared girl I was is gone thanks to these men.

“Touch her,” Jesse orders. He’s closer now, leaning in for a better view. My face flushes hot as Maverick eases my panties to one side and runs his thick finger through my slickness. I moan as Clint sucks my other nipple, and I have to grip the cushion beneath me to keep some form of control. Maverick’s finger circles my clit, then slides lower, pushing inside me.

The rasp of a tongue replaces his finger, and when I look down, Jesse’s kneeling between my legs, flicking my clit with harsh, rhythmic strokes that make my toes curl. Maverick pumps into me, and Clint nips at my nipple, and between the three of them, they form an unholy alliance of pleasure that tears through me, rendering me rigid, then relaxed and totally satiated.

“That’s it,” Jesse says, drawing back and licking his lips. “Good girl. Now it’s our turn.”

I’m too lost in sensation to wonder what that might mean. Jesse’s jeans are already open, and his cock is free, standing hard and slick in the circle of his fist. He pulls me from the seat into his lap but then shifts my position so my back is to his chest. He covers the ground with my jeans and his shirt, so my knees don’t get ruined, then he angles my hips and eases my pussy onto his waiting erection. My eyes meet Clint’s as he palms his dick, watching my shocked expression morph into bliss. Jesse’s so thick from this angle, with his hand on my spine, he sits deep enough to make my toes curl.

“That’s it, princess,” he says as I roll my hips. “Take Maverick into your mouth. Taste him.”

Maverick shifts closer, happy to listen to instructions. His thumb grazes my bottom lip slowly, over and over, until I open my mouth to suck it. Our eyes stay glued as he replaces his thumb with the head of his dick. He tastes good, and his scent flips a dark switch, forcing me to take him deeper than is comfortable. He wraps my hand around Clint’s waiting cock. “That’s it. Stroke his dick… make it nice and tight… make him feel it. Mmmm…. good girl. Look at you taking us all.” His words lick fire between my thighs, making everything tighter and more swollen. I become lost in the push and pull, the feel of Jesse’s fingers biting my hips, Maverick’s hand on the back of my head, and Clint’s fingers wrapped around mine, guiding his preferred rhythm.

“Damn, look at you,” Maverick says as he rests his hand on the back of my head.

“Look at the way she moves,” Clint says. “Look at those hips and thighs.”

I float in the pleasure that inflates between my legs as Jesse finds my clit with the rough pad of his thumb. More, I think. I need more.

More of these men I’ve come to love so deeply I’d do anything for them. More of the connection we have. More of the bright and brilliant feelings they inspire in me.

“That’s it. Give it to Daddy. Let me feel you.” Jesse strums my body like Maverick fingers his guitar strings. On the first taste of Maverick coming in my throat, I experience pleasure that feels so violent that I lose control of my limbs.

Jesse holds me upright, anchoring me to his chest. Maverick stares down at me as he cups his dick, his eyes bleary and hair mussed, a sly and contented smile making him handsome enough to steal more of my breath.

“Clint’s turn,” Jesse tells me, lifting me until his cock slips free and I’m left empty.

“Maybe we should take this inside,” Clint says. He doesn’t wait for agreement but carries me like I weigh less than a baby elk towards the door and waits for Jesse to open up. We don’t make it up the stairs to the bedrooms. Clint decides on the den, dropping to his knees and laying me on the rug. He grabs a throw pillow and lifts my head, positioning it for my comfort, then he spreads my legs wide and enters me quickly enough to make my teeth clink. “Goddamn,” he growls through gritted teeth, pounding into me with punishing hips. His hand clasps my throat, holding me tightly so he can angle my mouth to kiss him. My head spins with every blissful slide of his root over my clit, his brutal fingers on my nipples, the building need in him that thickens his cock inside me.

Maverick sits in one of the armchairs, watching with a spaced-out expression. Jesse kneels next to me, palming his cock. “Taste me,” he orders. I lick the end of his dick and then open to take more of him.

Clint groans, the image too arousing for him to maintain control. He releases inside me in a rush of frantic hips and desperate groans, a towering man brought to his knees by my body.

When Clint rolls from me, collapsing onto his back on the rug, Jesse’s there, kissing the inside of my thighs, spreading my legs wide, his attention like a laser on my sex. “He filled you, princess. Do you want me to fill you too?”

“Yes,” I gasp. “Please.”

He rolls me onto my front, bracketing my thighs with his knees, pushing my legs together. Taking a pillow, he shoves it under my hips, angling me in the way he wants. It’s a new position that speaks of domination, and when he grabs my wrists and holds them both at the base of my spine, his power over me only increases.

I moan when he penetrates me, but my sound is overshadowed by Jesse’s long groan.

“You’re so wet,” he says. “Dripping.”

He presses my legs even tighter together, hammering into me with an intensity that I can barely handle. There’s no way I can orgasm like this, but I’m wrung out, and the feeling of being a vessel that Jesse can use to achieve his release is deeply satisfying.

For the first time in my life, being controlled feels good. These men gave me the chance to fly free, but I decided to stay. Now, I can let go and rest in the safety of their care. Jesse comes, gripping the back of my neck, hammering against my ass, groaning like a trapped bear.

“Fuck,” Maverick mutters.

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