Pushin' Buttons (Boot Knockers) (14 page)

She stared at Hugh’s face, sensing his unease. But why? Didn’t he like sleeping with Riggs? Or was it the opposite—his desire for Riggs went beyond physical lust? This was definitely beyond lust for her.

She nodded, lip caught in her teeth.

Riggs pushed out a breath. Hugh’s grip bit into her ankles, oh so right.

“You want to see us touch? Kiss? Fuck?” Hugh asked.

“You heard her. She does,” Riggs interjected, eager to have Hugh.

But Hugh waited for her to say, “Yes,” before releasing her ankles.

He and Riggs came together in a rough clash. Sibyll drank in the erotic sight of strong muscles, rough kisses and rougher hands. Hugh stripped Riggs’s shirt off and pinched his nipple until Riggs bit Hugh’s lip. Then they softened their caresses, eliminating hats, boots, jeans and shirts.

Riggs stood in his boxers, his cock distending the front, pointing right at the man who was kissing the hell out of him.

Sibyll leaned on her elbows to get a better view. Riggs’s eyes were closed in bliss, and Hugh’s tongue poked at Riggs’s cheek, causing her pussy to squeeze hard.

When Hugh ran his tongue over the inside of Riggs’s cheek again, Riggs pushed against him. Their cocks rubbed, and a bead of come pearled the tip of Hugh’s.

“Fuck yeah,” he groaned, sinking his fingers into Riggs’s hips and rocking him forward.

Riggs shoved his boxers down in the front to reveal his dark red shaft. Hugh glanced at Sibyll from the corner of his eye as if gauging her reaction. Then he gripped Riggs’s cock and began to slowly pump it.

Sibyll gave an all-over shiver. Her nipples ached, and she pinched them, letting the want build as she watched the most delicious live porn ever.

Riggs moved close for a kiss again, moving his hips in time to Hugh’s touch. When Hugh took Riggs’s hand and placed it over his own cock, Sibyll moaned.

She drove her fingers into her panties. Hot juices spilled over her hand as she sank a finger deep into her pussy. With the other hand, she toggled her clit, back and forth, faster, in time to the guys’ movements.

Riggs cupped Hugh’s balls, kneading them lightly. A shudder ripped along Hugh’s muscles.

“I’m going to make you suck my cock, Archer, even if your jaw is stiff.”

“Whatever you want.” He rolled the head of Hugh’s erection through his palm, and Hugh’s abs dipped with his indrawn breath.

Sibyll’s inner burn increased. Her eyes went out of focus as she stared at the cowboys giving and taking pleasure in front of her. So hot, so perfect. When they finished, she’d ask them to share her.
And lose my heart forever.

The waves struck her out of nowhere. She cried out, her pussy clamping and releasing wildly around her finger. The knot in her core pulled tighter, and she convulsed around her fingers, soaking in the pleasure of her first release…and basking in the grins of the men who had given it to her.

Chapter Eight

Hugh watched ecstasy play over Sibyll’s features, making her more beautiful, if that were possible. His heart rammed his ribcage, and tendrils of passion wove through his groin.

Riggs’s grip around his cock was the perfect complement to Sibyll’s first release.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me, for us,” Hugh urged.

Her fingers pumped fast even as she stroked her hard button. Her nipples were ripe cherries pointed at the ceiling, her lips open on a gasp. Shudders shook the bed. When she began to writhe, Hugh could wait no longer.

Pulling free of Riggs’s hold, he climbed onto the bed. His cock was hard steel, and he wanted nothing more than to bury himself in her, feel her come around him. But first, he was going to coat his tongue with that sweet honey of her orgasm.

And if he was lucky, give her another.

“She likes her mouth filled,” he said to Riggs as he spread her thighs farther and lay between them.

Sibyll’s eyelids drooped and small gasps burst from her. Grinning, Riggs hovered over her.

Hugh knew well that Riggs needed to make personal connections in order to fuck. He always kissed the woman they shared, even if he wasn’t her personal Boot Knocker. But Riggs threw himself into kissing her with more abandon than he’d seen with another woman.

Sibyll arched into the kiss and jerked her hips as Hugh thrust his tongue into her pussy.

A groan left him. Damn, her release tasted sweeter than he’d imagined. He shook his head, gathering as much of her flavors as possible. He sank his tongue deep, feeling her fluttering aftershocks.

He lifted his head. “Open your mouth for Riggs, baby. Suck him off while I eat your pussy.”

She cried out, bucking. He lost himself in swirling his tongue up and down her seam from clit to drenched hole. Riggs kissed her until she was gasping. Then he straightened and fed his cock into her mouth, one inch at a time.

Riggs and Hugh were well-matched in the dick department, but Riggs’s head was thicker. Hugh knew too well how it felt in his mouth.

Hugh’s shaft bobbed against his abdomen, leaking pre-come. When Riggs was fully rooted in Sibyll’s mouth, Riggs threw his head back, eyes shut.

She reached up and gripped Riggs’s cock at the base, directing him. As she clamped her lips around him, Hugh delivered a series of short, quick flicks to her clit that made her entire body grow taut.

Riggs churned his hips, drawing his thick length from between her gorgeous lips. Hugh looked on, aching, tormented by the sight. Yet where else would he want to be? Being with Riggs had always felt right, and Sibyll was a brand new entity.

Making her come was more than a professional challenge. He had to feel her come apart under him.

She sucked Riggs’s cock, nose buried against his dark pubic hair. Her moans increased, and Hugh slid two fingers into her tight channel. Wetness flooded his fingers.

“Hell, I can’t last. She’s. So. Fucking. Good at this.” Riggs spoke through gritted teeth.

Hugh pumped his fingers in and out of Sibyll, while licking her more slowly. She tensed, inner thighs trembling.

Her cry reverberated through Hugh’s soul. As she came all over his fingers and tongue, he watched her face. Riggs pulled his cock free of her mouth and pinched the head hard, staving off his own release.

They both watched her expression as she came.

So beautiful.

“Yeah, baby,” Riggs said. “Keep going. Take what Hugh can give.”

She pulsed a few more times then collapsed to the bed, breathing as if she’d outrun a herd of stampeding horses.

Not giving her a second to gather her wits, Hugh gestured for Riggs to grab two condoms from the stores kept in the room. Hugh stood and drifted to Riggs’s side, wanting to be close to him. Riggs grabbed Hugh’s shaft and rolled the rubber on.

Sibyll lay on her back, wearing a flushed glow and staring at their display with hooded eyes. Seeing her so satisfied made the walls of Hugh’s heart flex. Damn, he’d have to do something about that soon.

Once his condom was in place, he did the same for Riggs. His lover looked up as Hugh worked the rubber past his thick head.

Looking into Riggs’s eyes as he positioned the condom shouldn’t feel so intimate, but it did. Hugh tore his gaze away and focused on Sibyll once more.

As one, he and Riggs got into bed, trapping her between their bodies. Damn, her skin was on fire. Hugh pressed closer to her extreme heat and kissed her.

No, he claimed her.

Taking her mouth in a searing kiss, he drank in her scents mixed with Riggs’s. She was softer somehow, not only boneless, but she’d given up control.

Knowing this made Hugh harder yet.

Riggs placed kisses down her neck to her breast. Hugh mimicked him. When they both drew on her nipples with teeth and tongues, she cradled their heads to her. God, to think this was all she needed—more stimulation than just one man could provide.

Sibyll exerted pressure on the back of Hugh’s neck. He looked up and found Riggs’s lips tantalizingly close. Riggs leaned in, and so did Hugh. Their kiss was softer.

She made a noise, and they moved up to tangle their tongues with hers. A growl of ownership built in Hugh. He nipped Sibyll’s lips then Riggs licked the hurt. She twisted left and right, taking from each while they roamed their hands all over her.

As Hugh walked his fingers down her ribs, he came up against Riggs’s hand. His lover caressed his knuckles. The gesture shoved Hugh deeper into the emotional currents.

Emotions he couldn’t afford to feel, either for Sibyll or Riggs.

He moved his hand away. But Riggs seemed to chase it, tangling fingers on her navel then inner thigh. Awareness crept over Hugh. He ached for both of them, but should he give in and let himself feel?

When she began to rock her hips, Hugh motioned for Riggs to roll onto his back. It was going to take some time to ease her into the double penetration, but if they could accomplish it, they’d likely send her into an orgasm she’d never forget.

Riggs met Hugh’s gaze. The man’s rugged features were tense with need. Second-guessing this choreography, Hugh considered how close each of them was from blowing. He wanted to make this perfect for Sibyll, and that couldn’t happen with premature ejaculation.

Hugh arched a brow at his fellow Boot Knocker, and Riggs gave a brisk nod, agreeing he could handle it.

Okay, here we go.

Gripping Sibyll’s hips, he rolled her so she straddled Riggs. “She looks unbelievable from this angle,” Hugh grated out. Pulsing need rushed to the surface, and he had to squeeze his cock to stave off his release.

The milky curves of her ass and thighs were pointed right at him, ripe for the taking. He scrubbed a hand over his face, hoping like hell he could bring her to orgasm her first time.

He was pretty certain he was about to pop her ass cherry.

He reached between the mattress and box springs and located a tube of lubricant placed there the night before. While she’d definitely been wet enough last night, he’d hoped the added slipperiness would send her over the edge.

It hadn’t. But he was about to remedy that.

He uncapped the tube and spread the gel on his palm. Then he set down the tube and worked the gel over his fingers, warming it.

As he spread the lube over her tight pink rosette, he could barely breathe. His balls ached. When she shoved back against his fingers, he gave her what she wanted.

He eased a finger right into her tight body.

“Mother of…fucking hell.” He couldn’t tear his gaze away from the place where his finger disappeared. Riggs groaned, and Hugh remembered the amount of pain he must be in too.

Hugh withdrew his finger almost to the tip. When he plunged it into her body again, she flattened her chest against Riggs and thrust her ass in the air. “Two fingers,” she panted.

Dizzy, Hugh asked, “Two?”

Her face was flushed bright pink. “Yeah, I’ve…experimented with some anal toys.”

“Jeezus, toys?” Riggs asked, eyes glittering.

“Beads and a plug.”

Hugh bit off a roar of joy. When he’d vied for her on that stage, he’d won the lottery. Besides being sexy as hell, she was so open to the many ways to achieve release.

Knowing she could take more, Hugh added a second finger to her ass. She cried out. Riggs reached between her legs and massaged her clit while Hugh finger-fucked her.

The moment built. Sibyll went wild.

When she came a third time, Hugh knew if he didn’t take her soon, he wouldn’t be able to hold back.

He angled her pussy directly over Riggs’s cock. His friend filled her in one solid push.

She went dead still, head thrown back. Hugh took advantage, cradling her chin and kissing her upside down.

Riggs began to move.

Still kissing her, Hugh grasped his cock and guided it to her pucker. When he slid the head back and forth over her rim, spreading the lubricant around, she sat back as if to take his cock.

Hugh’s mind flexed around the insane bliss of taking her in the ass and sliding his dick over the thin barrier separating him from Riggs.

Easing the first inch past her ring of muscle almost stole his control. Gasping, he pushed deeper. Deeper. The last few inches slid into her without resistance.

All three of them fell still. Over her shoulder, he and Riggs locked gazes.

I don’t know how long I can last.

Riggs’s expression said something similar.

They began to move. Sibyll rocked in time to their movements. In slow, out slower. Give and take until she thrashed between them, impaling herself on Riggs then Hugh.

Hugh’s need mounted as Riggs’s cock rubbed against his. When her walls gripped him hard, he reached around and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

“Ohhh,” she cried.

“Can’t fucking hold back,” Riggs ground out.

“Coming!” Hugh hated himself even as the first blissful jet shot into Sibyll’s warm body.

Her ass pulsed around him, and she gave a wild cry.

“She’s coming. I’m coming.” Riggs burst, face reddening in a sexual haze and that thick vein in his throat leaping.