Jan Springer - In Her Bed

Landon moaned. The sound was wonderfully erotic as she began bobbing her head over his erection in quick motions. His thick flesh stretched her lips unbelievably, and the plug expanded her anus as its largeness finally lodged.

“Done,” Durango whispered, and she hissed as he caressed her ass cheeks lovingly. “I’ve waited so long for this. Waited to take you this way.”

The rip of foil followed. A condom. She heard the whisper of Durango’s jeans lowering. Eagerness rocked her and she swore every sense of hers came alive, making her intricately aware of the man behind her and the man she was sucking. Her legs were trembling with anticipation as she waited for Durango’s touch.

Instead, Landon grabbed her attention. His hands thrust into her hair, his fingers tangling and holding onto her strands. Erotic pain seared through her scalp, making her intensely aware of what was happening to her body. The violent awareness, the heat deep inside her vagina, the insistent clenching of her ass as it greedily grabbed the butt plug.

Durango was right, she admitted to herself. He was right about her. She did want more than one man in her sex life, but only as long as Durango remained in the picture.

She took more of Landon’s rigid cock into her mouth. His flesh was solid and swollen, and she bobbed her head to slide him in and out several times before bringing him fully out again.

Pain lashed her scalp again as Landon’s grip tightened, indicating he wanted her to continue what she was doing. She realized she loved the pain screaming through her scalp. Wanted more of it.

She worked her tongue beneath his cock, stroking his flesh, and then sucked only his pulsing cockhead into her mouth this time. Her tongue lashed his slit, and she grazed her teeth lovingly along the smooth flesh. He liked it, for his grip on her hair became stronger, unleashing another burst of pain in her scalp. The splash of pain seemed like euphoria, and she trembled at its intensity.

Between her thighs, Durango stroked her clit. He pinched and rubbed and massaged with a roughness she loved. Within seconds the carnal convulsions of climax snapped through her, and that was when Durango entered her. His cock thrust into her so hard and so hot and in one quick, solid plunge, impaling her to the hilt, tossing Liz into a wall of arousal that swallowed her whole. Gyrating her hips, she jerked her mouth around Landon’s cock as Durango withdrew and powered into her again.

Vibrations rocked her, and she fought to keep sucking Landon. The sensations were a whiplash of pleasure, violent and awesome at the same time. Durango pumped into her harder and harder, throwing her into one orgasm after another. As she drifted into the ecstasy, she heard Landon cursing softly. Could feel his cock pulsing and jerking, his hips trembling as he held himself from coming. Then finally, he cut loose, his guttural groans slashing into the air and meeting Durango’s strangled shout as both men came at the same time.

Oh man, he should have stayed in bed and kept trying to sleep, Tyrell thought as he reluctantly moved back down the hallway, slipping into the bedroom. Quietly, he closed the door, and padded toward the bed. Kicking off his shoes and socks, he removed his jacket, shirt, and jeans, and then slipped back under the covers of the king-sized bed.

Elizabeth’s sexy scent drifted up from the pillow and the sheets. Flowery, delicate, and dainty. Just like her. Her smell was what had kept him from falling into a deep sleep.

Earlier, he’d awoken, and was unable to fall back into slumber land due to her scent and the discomfort in his wounded side, compliments of that damned bullet.

It was a bullet he hadn’t been able to dodge once the bank guard started shooting during the robbery in progress he and the rest of the Durango Gang had been involved in. Crap, there had been five members of the Durango Gang inside the bank. Obviously one of them had missed a weapon during the weapons search. Well, hell, they’d managed to subdue the son of a bitch anyways, but not until three of them had been shot.

Their leader, Kayne, always drilled it into them that he didn’t want anyone hurt. That they must have cool heads at all times and not retaliate to the point of killing someone. Tyrell and the other guys had always maintained that command, and for his troubles he’d taken a couple of bullets during his few months with the gang.

It still pissed him off that rumors were circulating that members of the Durango Gang were murderers, even when they hadn’t killed anyone. There was nothing he could do about that though. But the rumors of Durango’s lady, Liz, were true. The guys who’d met her said she was a beauty, and Tyrell had now seen it first hand.

She was almost as tall as the three of them. Had a nicely tanned, curvy body, her skin looking so velvety smooth all over. Hard not to miss her body when he’d heard the groans and her whimpers erupting from the kitchen area earlier. Like any curious red-blooded male he’d of course come in to take a look, and man, the lust had slammed into his gut like a sucker punch, sledgehammer, and two-by-four, all at once. His body had tightened into awareness mode, and his cock had snapped into rigid-pole alert mode within a second. Boy had that hurt, in a good way of course.

Despite arriving on the tail-end of things, he’d caught sight of her well-developed biceps, a pair of nice slender legs, and a faint dusting of freckles across her shoulders, but that view had been blocked as Durango had moved in between him and her while he’d prepared her with a butt plug.

Oh yeah, he was going to enjoy taking this woman. Enjoy bringing her fantasies to life, as well as bringing Durango’s to life as well.

It seemed to take an eternity before Durango and Landon crawled into bed on either side of him. They smelled of sex and her. Of course that hadn’t helped his fiercely throbbing cock and swollen balls. When he finally did fall asleep, he dreamed about Elizabeth, a woman who would be shared by three men. That is, if she allowed it to happen.

“Why are you acting so weird?” Liz’s friend, Teyla Sutton, smiled over the cup of coffee Liz handed her before sitting down on the chair across from her at the kitchen table.

Liz tried hard not to grimace as the butt plug zipped a wee bit deeper when she sat. She also tried hard not to think about what had happened earlier today right here in the kitchen. The chair where Landon had sat was empty now, both men satisfied and wanting to help Liz get cleaned up, but she’d insisted they head back into the bedroom to rest because they would only be underfoot.

The strange thing was she hadn’t been the least embarrassed after the sex with the two of them. She’d wanted more, but she’d needed to gather her composure and her thoughts about what had happened. She needed to figure out why it had happened and why she’d submitted so easily to Durango’s commands, especially since she’d been telling herself all these months that she would be strong and not give in to her fantasies or submit to Durango.

After the sex, Liz had contemplated going back down to the river for yet another bath in the cold water to soothe her aching pussy, but remembered how the water lapping against her pussy had made her feel so wickedly aroused the last time she’d been there. She knew she wasn’t aching due to the awesomely powerful thrusts of Durango’s cock but because she longed to have him pistoning into her again.

Instead of going to the creek she’d done a quick sponge bath in the living room. Thankfully, she hadn’t been interrupted until about an hour later. Liz had just put on some coffee to figure out what in the world she was going to do next with the three men when Teyla had come knocking at her door.