Page 101 of Dusty Spur Ranch Cowboys

“I want you too, Red.”

His jaw works once before every guarded edge slips away, leaving him looking so desperate it squeezes right through my chest.

Red holds my gaze for another breath before he wets his lips and gives a tight nod, making no effort to hide how badly he wants it. Willy slides one arm around my lower back to hold me while Red steps in front of me with his cock hard and bobbing between us, the flushed head damp with need.

His hands shake as he cups my jaw, his thumbs stroking my cheeks with careful little passes like he’s holding himself together one touch at a time.

I pull Red closer until he’s right where I want him. My tongue flattens against the head of his cock, filling my mouth with his salty taste, and the sound that tears out of him punches straight through my chest.

He tastes brighter than I expected, tangy and impossible to ignore, and it suits the way his thighs shake beside the fence. I keep my eyes on his, rolling my tongue over him as I draw him deeper into my mouth, and he never looks away.

His lashes flutter while I hollow my cheeks around him, every reaction spilling across his face.

Behind me, Willy thrusts and stretches me wide before settling all the way in. The heat of him steals every clear thought I’ve got, and when he finally bottoms out, a rough groan catches in his throat.

“Fuck, Arizona, you were made for this.”

His palms spread across my hips as his fingers dig into the curves of my bones, holding me exactly where he wants me before he starts driving into me with enough force to make bright flashes burst behind my closed eyes.

Red tries to keep himself under control, but his hips answer for him, nudging forward until I open wider and welcome him deeper while Willy takes the rest of me.

Together they find a pace that pulls every nerve in my body tighter and tighter. Sweat gathers beneath my arms, the salty scent clinging to my skin, but I couldn’t care less because every inch of me is burning for them.

I take Red as deeply as I can, my tongue working over him while Willy wrecks whatever balance I had left, thrusting hard enough to make the fence complain beneath us.

Red keeps letting out those tiny, frantic sounds with every movement, and I feel him twitch against my tongue as he edges closer.

His hands have forgotten what they’re supposed to do, leaving them wrapped around the sides of my head as though holding onto me is the only thing keeping him upright.

I twist my wrist and work him with a firm pull that makes his knees threaten to give out beneath him. He gasps my name again, throwing it at me like a prayer, and I smile as much as I can with my mouth full of him because watching both of these men fall apart does dangerous things to me.

Willy’s breathing turns rougher behind me, his stomach and thighs striking against my ass in time with Red’s ragged groans until I can’t tell where my own pulse ends and theirs begins.

Then Willy’s hand slides between my legs, and every muscle in my body tightens before he even touches me. His thumb finds my clit with ruthless precision, rubbing slow, relentless circles that pull another broken sound out of me while I fight to keep my mouth working around Red.

My hips twitch against Willy’s hand, chasing the pressure every time he threatens to ease off before pressing harder again. Heat coils tighter and tighter inside me, every nerve stretched so thin it feels like one more stroke will snap me clean in two.

It does.

Black stars burst across my vision as my whole body seizes around Willy, the pleasure crashing through me so hard that my teeth scrape Red’s cock.

He answers with a choked grunt, both hands flying to the sides of my head as his body surges forward, filling my mouth with salt and heat while he comes fiercely enough that I almost gag.

I swallow every drop with greedy little pulls, and the taste makes every muscle inside me clench all over again while I keep working him with my mouth until he’s trembling, breathing in broken sounds that have nothing left of his usual drawl.

Willy keeps driving into me without giving either of us a chance to recover, his cock stroking through the aftershocks like he’s determined to fuck every memory out of my head. Wet skin slaps together with every thrust as he pounds into me, rough and intense.

It all crashes over me again until I clamp down around him and cry out, shaking so badly I end up biting into Red’s jeans just to muffle the sound while slick warmth runs down the inside of my thighs.

Willy’s groan catches in his throat, rough and strained, and I know he’s right on the edge. His arm cinches tighter around my waist as each final thrust splits me wide, and then his hand tangles in my hair, pulling my head to the side so he can sink his teeth into my neck.

I feel it before he does, the way his cock swells and jerks inside me, and then he comes hard, filling me with hot bursts while his grip on my hips tightens enough that I’ll be wearing the marks tomorrow morning.

My lungs refuse to work as I fold against the fence, my arms trembling while the rough wood digs into my palms. Willy sags with me instead of pulling away, planting his hands on either side of my ribs to keep me from sliding into the dirt.

Red drops to his knees in front of me with his face flushed bright red and his lips still wet before resting his forehead against my shoulder.

His arms wrap around my waist, and I hold onto both of them while we stay tangled together, swaying through ragged breaths, sticky skin, and hoarse laughter until Willy finally eases back. He tucks himself away, gives my ass one last playful bite, then follows it with a smack that makes me laugh.