Page 103 of Ride a Cowboy

Then Sadie moved back a little bit, handing the reins to Oakley. He lost no time grabbing them. He opened his mouth wider, taking Joel so deep, the head of his cock brushed the back of his throat. This wasn’t Oakley’s first rodeo. He’d mastered deep-throating in high school.

Joel groaned louder when Oakley swallowed the head. However, Oakley started to choke when Sadie’s hand found his cock, squeezing it tightly through his jeans.

Oakley released Joel with a gasp. “God, Sade.”

Joel must have caught a glimpse of their girl’s game because he chuckled. “Now you can feel my pain.”

So many hands and mouths. Oakley couldn’t understand why anyone would choose to live with just one lover. He feared there was no way he could return to coupledom. Not when three was so fucking much better.

Sadie unzipped his jeans, her hand reaching beneath the denim to grip Oakley’s cock. She lifted her head slightly, silently telling Oakley to start sucking again. He would never cease to be amazed by the power exchanges the three of them shared—each of them willing to submit to another’s dominance.

He took Joel back into his mouth, working the hard flesh in earnest now. Sadie stroked Oakley’s cock in time with the rhythm he created. He was in charge of her speed, her depth. His mouth was the remote control. It was the most incredible sensation of his life.

Oakley hoped Joel could hold off for just a moment more because he was so close. Jesus, Sadie’s hand could be registered as a lethal weapon.

Through it all, Joel was anything but passive. He continued to pull their hair as he wove a litany of dirty, beautiful words around them. For a quiet guy, Joel had an arsenal of sexy shit to say, his deep-voiced, commanding tone only adding to Oakley’s need to come. Soon.

“Deeper, Oak. God, man. So fucking good. Suck it harder.”

Oakley responded.

“Tighten your grip, Sadie. You make Oakley come before me and I’ll throw you over a table and eat that sweet pussy of yours until you scream.”

Sadie responded, clearly interested in the promised prize, and Oakley jerked, his rhythm thrown off as his balls filled. He wasn’t going to make it much longer.

One more pull from Sadie’s hand, one more pass of Joel’s cock—deep in his throat—and Oakley erupted.

Joel grasped his head, holding him still as jets of come spurted from Oakley’s dick, covering Joel’s shoes and the bottoms of his jeans. Through it all, he still had Joel’s cock in his mouth, the thick flesh muting his cries, his moans.

As the climax waned, Joel took over. Oakley had been a fool to think he’d ever had any control of this moment. It had been Joel and Sadie all along.

Joel used his grip to tug Oakley’s mouth off his erection until just the head of his dick remained. Then he pulled him back roughly. Oakley let his friend fuck his mouth, opened his lips, and gave Joel everything he had left to give. He was being used. And he loved it.

Sadie remained on her knees beside them, watching. After only a moment, she lifted her gaze to Joel. “Come in his mouth,” she whispered, her voice revealing exactly how much she was enjoying this show.

If Oakley was helpless to resist his lovers, it seemed Sadie had that same power over Joel. Within seconds, Joel came, his thrusts shorter, harder and punctuated by each drop of come that slid down Oakley’s throat.

Joel pulled out of his mouth with a pop and Oakley’s ass fell back on his feet, his strength drained.

At least it was.

Until Joel zipped up his pants, lifted Sadie from the floor and placed her on the table nearest them. He had her jeans and shoes off within seconds. Then he grabbed a chair and sat down for the feast.

Oakley found himself crawling closer, wanting a better view. He suddenly understood the soft mews Sadie had made while watching Oakley give Joel the blowjob. It was as if Oakley could feel what Sadie was experiencing when Joel stabbed her sweet opening with his tongue.

Though neither of them had touched her before this moment, Sadie was close. Oakley could see it, could hear it.

Sadie’s pussy was covered in her juices and her back arched toward Joel’s mouth, needing more.

“So sexy, Sadie,” Oakley said, recalling the effect of Joel’s dirty talk on both of them earlier. “You’re so wet, baby. Dripping. I bet you want Joel to suck on that pretty little clit, don’t you?”

Joel moved in response to Sadie’s cry of desire, dragging his tongue out of her, his lips closing around the sensitive nub.

Sadie jerked roughly. “God. Yes!”

“Poor empty pussy. You need something inside. Something filling it,” Oakley said, loving that he could direct Joel’s actions.

Joel continued to suck on her clit as he pushed two fingers in to the hilt.

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