Daly Way 04 - One for the Team - Brynn Paulin (2 page)

Suddenly, deep down she knew she was making the right decision. The car problem, the moon and her flightiness aside, this was right. Those were just catalysts for what she’d been putting off for too long.

“God, Moon, your mouth tastes so good,” Sully muttered against her lips.

“Let me taste,” Pete said. And as easy as that, his mouth covered hers as Sully moved down her body, joining Cord in touching her and kissing bits of exposed skin. Pete’s lips pressed more firmly than Sully’s had, but it wasn’t unpleasant, just different. She liked that their kisses weren’t the same and wondered what Cord’s would be like.

Pete’s fingers tangled in her hair, and she sensed that he might be the rough one of the bunch. At the same time, she realized her blouse was coming open. The cool night air touched her skin then two mouths were on her belly and fingers traced the line of her torso. Pete moved to give his partners more room and her neck angled to the side to keep the kiss, but she didn’t care. What was happening to her body overwhelmed her. One of the others grasped the front of her bra and pulled it down until her breasts popped free. She cried out into Pete as two mouths came down on her nipples, capturing the tips in a suction that drove her half wild. Her hips bucked as lightning shot to her core. Her back bowed for more of the tongues and teeth against the sensitive peaks. She knew by the time the men moved to her pussy, her panties would be soaked from all the illicit pleasure shooting through her.

How had she ever thought one man was enough? There was nothing like multiple hands and bodies and mouths on her.

Pete kissed her harder then suddenly, he was gone. With great effort, she opened her eyes and saw he’d stood. A couple feet away now, he jumped around as he tried to tug off his boots. She bit her lip to hold in another stupid giggle. Then giggling was the furthest thing from her mind. Pete pulled open his chambray shirt then yanked his T-shirt over his head. Both garments fell to the ground. Thick, smooth muscles beneath tanned skin gleamed in the firelight. Her mouth went dry at his rounded pecs, powerful arms and ripped belly. Her eyes dropped to his jutting hip bones and the fine trail of hair leading to his belt buckle, where his hands rested as if waiting her permission. She licked her bottom lip as she tried to breathe, and he seemed to take that as permission enough.

The other men sat back on their heels. They each left a wide hand on her belly as they regarded their teammate, and she wondered if they felt the jumping muscles beneath their palms. Mesmerized, she watched Pete open his buckle.

He worked it open with an agonizing laziness that had her pushing up on her elbows. She wanted to see what hid behind those Levis! But he seemed bent on prolonging her wait. A small smile curved his lips as he left the pants hanging open on his slim hips then bent to pull off his socks. He tossed them in the direction of his boots then straightened.

The denim hung low on his hips, showing the red, cotton fabric beneath—the
tented
red, cotton fabric. Shaking off the hands on her belly, Moon turned and went to her knees. Reaching out she snagged a belt loop with her finger and tugged him closer.

“You’re a bad, bad man,” she told him.

“I thought we established that I’m very good. Very, very good.”

“That was me, friend,” Cord corrected.

Pete ignored him, not that Moon was really listening to their banter anyway. Now that she’d brought Pete this close to her, she could smell his musky, male scent. Heat emanated from him, and she halfway wondered if he wouldn’t burn her when she took him in her mouth—and she
would
take him between her lips.

Her fingers curled in his waistband, and she yanked it down, revealing his long, thick shaft. It curved toward his belly, the head almost as dark as his tanned skin. She supposed in normal light it would be less brown and more pink. A thick vein throbbed on the underside of the length while other nearly equal ridges spidered out from it. Her cunt clenched as she thought about that upraised skin wonderfully abrading the walls of her pussy. God, he’d feel so good inside her.

Pete’s hand curled around the base of his cock and stroked toward the head. Taunting her. Luring her. A droplet of pre-cum glistened at the head of his cock, and she flicked her tongue over her bottom lip, imaging the taste.

Why not taste it?
she thought. There was a collective groan around her as she leaned forward and engulfed the tip of Pete’s cock with her mouth. Slowly, she eased forward as his hand cupped the back of her head. Her gaze rolled upward, and she saw his face contorted in pleasure as he watched her. In her peripheral vision, she saw glimpses of flesh and movement and realized the other two were stripping away their clothes. Soon, tanned skin filled all sides of her vision as the men flanked Pete.

Reaching up, she grabbed the cock to her right and slipped her mouth off Pete. “Be right back,” she said then glanced at the cowboy in her fist. Cord. She drew him close to her so she was somewhat boxed in on that side then licked a path up his long shaft. He and Pete were similar in size, lucky, lucky her, and she wondered how Sully would compare. But first, she sucked Cord deep. Her tongue flicked over his wide, flared head as she moved back then her teeth scraped lightly on the bottom edge of that crown.

Cord groaned low in his throat. Reaching out, she cupped his balls and rolled them in her palm as he fucked her mouth. When she felt him tense, she pulled back and smiled up at him.

“Tease,” he groaned as she turned to Sully.

“The best kind,” she offered over her shoulder. “There is a reward at the end of the path. Promise.”

With that, she focused on Sully. He wasn’t as long as the others, but dear lord, he was thicker. “Wow,” she mouthed, before leaning to swipe away a trickle of his pre-cum.

“You all taste so good,” she muttered before she took his shaft between her lips. Unlike the others, Sully surged forward actively fucking her mouth. She supposed he was impatient from watching her with the others, but she didn’t mind. Both his hands buried in her hair as he pushed to the back of her mouth. He was still too long for her to take him all, but he never choked her. All three of these guys had control, and that knowledge gave her more confidence in her decision to be with them. They were the right choice—at least for now.

She hummed around Sully, sucking him hard while she rolled and tugged his balls. Her other hand clenched on his thigh, giving a good impression of what he was doing to her insides. He was going to come if she had any say about it. Still, fighting his grasp, she pulled slightly off his cock.

“Recovery time?” she gasped.

“Pretty quick for all of us,” Pete supplied since Sully seemed unable to speak as he stared down at her. She smiled at the sweet southern man then glanced at Pete. He stroked his cock as he watched her.

“Good,” she said. She winked. “Be back to you in a sec.”

“Give me a little credit,” Sully finally grumbled, pulling her mouth back to him.

“Okay, a little more than a sec.”

“You’re a natural at this. Are you sure you haven’t done this before?” Cord asked.

At that, she sat back on her heels and looked up at all three of them.

“Now, look what you did,” Pete growled, giving the man a small shove.

Moon shook her head at their antics then grew serious. “No, I haven’t. And I’ve barely had sex either. Just twice in college. Not two guys, just twice. But I’m the daughter of a free-thinking hippie, remember. I’ve been exposed to stuff. Plus…” She glanced down at her hands. “I, uh, kinda fantasized about you guys, okay?”

“Baby, that’s more than okay,” Pete said. He knelt before her and pulled her to straddle his thighs. “But is this the way you want to go?” he asked. “You and the team?”

“Hell, yeah,” she exclaimed then clapped a hand over her mouth. There she went with the swearing again. “I mean…yes.”

“Miz Moon, you have a bit of a sailor mouth,” Cord said, moving to crouch beside them. “I like it. Also, I noticed you haven’t kissed me yet.”

“But I…” She glanced over at Sully’s cock. Did Cord want to kiss her after she’d tasted all his friends?

“Well, Miz Open Mind, it wouldn’t be the first time I’ve had him on my tongue.”

She blinked at him. Had he tasted Sully via another girl or…actually…

“Though usually it’s more of a direct application, eh Sul?”

Chapter Three

The three men appeared tense, and for a few moments, Moon didn’t give them any indication of her thoughts. Did they think she was that narrow minded? So they were bi-sexual. Okay. Whatever.

“Well, all right then.” She shrugged and leaned toward Cord to kiss him.

He caught her chin. “That’s okay with you?”

“Why not? I’m not opposed to gay or anything. Besides, there are three of you and one of me. I couldn’t possibly keep you occupied all the time.” She smirked. “And if you want to keep courting me, as you called it, there will be no other women. I don’t share that way.”

“We don’t share either,” Pete said. “Except with each other.”

“Commune mentality. Share everything.” She laughed. None of the communes she’d lived on had much in the way of group sex or swapping, but she understood the concept—as long as no one faulted her for being selfish about outsiders.

She leaned toward Cord. “Can I kiss you now?”

His lips went to her ear. “What if instead you finish undressing then ride my cock? I need to feel your sweet pussy around me.”

She sat back then rose. “Doable.”

A glance at the other two showed they hadn’t heard. Grinning, she stood. Her cotton button-down fell to the ground behind her then she reached for the fastening of her bra. With a shrug, she pulled it down her arms then dropped it atop the shirt.

Holding the men’s captivated attention, she inched her hands up her torso and cupped her breasts. How many times had she imagined undressing for a group of cowboys—her cowboys—and teasing them with the show?

Her fingertips traced the under-slopes of her breasts, gently molding the mounds then flicking ever so softly over the peaks. Shivers slid down her body, and her clit throbbed for the sex she was denying all of them with this prolonged torture. Turning her back to them, she pushed one hand down her belly, into her jeans then between the sodden folds of her pussy. Her head dropped back, and she moaned as the touch stroked over her swollen clit.

“Holy fuck,” one of the men muttered.

“We’re keeping her,” another said.

She couldn’t differentiate as she sank into the pleasure, knowing they’d lose some of their control soon.

“Even if we have to tie her to the bed,” the third promised. She smiled. The idea didn’t bother her—in fact, she wouldn’t mind being tied once in awhile—but they weren’t keeping her right now. She wasn’t ready for that just yet.

All at once, Sully loomed in front of her. She offered him her fingers, and he sucked them clean, paying extra care to the space between the two while she squirmed from the attention. He pulled back with a pop. “More,” he demanded.

His fingers went to the closure of her jeans while she kicked off her shoes. He shoved the pants down her legs then steadied her as she stepped free. A moment later, he pulled her toward the blankets where the other two waited. All three pallets were pushed together now, with one blanket spread over the top. A strip of condoms had been tossed to one corner. Laying on his back, he pulled her so she was on all fours perpendicular to him. She thought it odd until his hands went to her pussy. He parted her as his tongue found her clit. Right, with three people, they all had to fit…

“This isn’t exactly what I was thinking,” Cord  commented as he moved behind her and put on a condom.

“You complaining?” Pete asked.

“Hell no.”

Neither was she. She whimpered as the wide head of Cord’s cock lined up with her opening. Her walls protested his size as he pushed inside inch by inch, but she didn’t stop him. Beyond the slight discomfort, there was so much pleasure. All the while, Sully alternately massaged and sucked her clit until she was on the edge of climax. When Cord shoved in, going to the hilt, and Sully reached out a hand slippery with her cream and pinched one of her nipples, Moon screamed. Her pussy closed down on Cord, fisting around his cock as she came. It didn’t stop him. Grasping her hips tightly, he powered through her orgasm, pushing her hard to the brink of another.

Pete moved in front of her and pushed her head to his cock, distracting her before she found release again. Eagerly, she sucked his length overwhelmed by the sensations around her. Fire rushed through her veins, heating her skin as nerve endings exploded with her ecstasy. Her pulse pounded through her ears as she lost herself in it. All she knew were the cocks and hands and one horribly talented mouth. She rode the crest until she had to pull off Pete and cry her release to the night.

Behind her, Cord grunted then like some bizarre tag-team, the three men changed positions. Cord took over for Sully while Pete moved behind her, sliding on protection. Pete’s cock was easier to take since the last had opened her a little, but it was no less pleasurable as he drove home. Her air left her, and she heard Cord mutter something about getting slapped to hell by balls then he moved to her breasts. His fingers kept stroking her clit while he drew a nipple deep into his mouth. The muscles in her belly and cunt immediately tightened, and she groaned.

Sully knelt before her, and she took his cock. Her tongue flicked frantically over the head, drawing away as much pre-cum as he could give her.  Carefully, he thrust up into her mouth in time with Pete’s drives. She screamed around him, as another orgasm claimed her. Sully grunted and froze, his fingers tight in her hair as he breathed like an asthmatic cat—or a man trying not to come, she decided as he yanked away from her suctioning mouth.

Throwing back her head, she closed her eyes and focused on the hard pull of Cord’s lips at her breasts. His teeth scraped over the sensitized peaks while she shuddered, barely able to hold herself up on her shaking arms. Pete held her hips in position, steadying her as he gyrated and drove. Her fingers curled into the blankets, and she let out a sharp yell as he changed angles and pegged her g-spot. Her release seeped around him and trickled onto her legs. As if they knew what happened, Sully and Cord were there, lapping at the cream that coated her thighs. She rested on their bodies, shaking and crying out as Pete kept up his pace.