Ride Me Dirty(11)

He pushed the button on the phone, slipped it back in his pocket.

I couldn't help but laugh at the man's audacity, holding my phone  hostage. And mortified. "Oh my God. You did not just say that."

Jack held out his hand. "Let's go, sweetness. We'll give you a night your friend Elaine won't believe."

What did he have, better than perfect vision, to see my IM so clearly? "Then I'll get my phone back?"

Sam laughed, slowly shaking his head. "We're not fucking you in exchange for your phone."

I arched a brow. If I gave in, would they think me easy? God, after what  I did in the back hallway, the answer was definitely a yes. "Oh yeah?"

"We're fucking you because you need orgasms," Sam replied.

Jack nodded once, eyed me from head to toe. "Lots of them."







JACK



Bridgewater was small enough I figured I'd find Catherine either on my  own or by enlisting help. I just didn't realize the help I'd be getting  would be Sam's. And by eating her pussy. She wasn't just Airplane Girl  either. She was little Katie Andrews, all grown up. I vaguely remembered  her from …  hell, fifteen years ago. She'd been all of twelve or so and  had played with Declan MacDonald's kid sister. I'd been in high school  at the time and a little kid wasn't even on my radar. I'd had my eyes on  the cheerleaders. Hell, I'd been eyeing any girl with perky tits. I'd  been a horny teenager and all I wanted to do was get my hands on some  and get laid. I'd had a one track mind back then.         

     



 

Now, with Katie Andrews-all grown up-sitting between us in my truck, I  still had a one track mind. Her. I looked forward to getting my hands on  her perky tits, too. I'd had a semi ever since they were in my face on  the plane.

Just the sight of her as she was lost to her pleasure as she rode Sam's  face had me almost coming in my pants. She was gorgeous all relaxed and  flushed and while I didn't mind that Sam had made her that way, I wanted  to put that look on her face. We should have gone to Sam's place since  it was in town. Much closer to the bar. But I wanted her where she could  be as loud as she fucking wanted; I didn't need one of his neighbors  calling the police because Katie was a screamer when she came.

Since it was ten miles to the ranch, I needed to keep Katie's mind from  turning back on. I remembered how she was on the plane, stressed and  worried about work, overthinking. I had no doubt if she had her pilot's  license she would have gotten her own fucking plane so she could be in  control.

While I had her cell and she couldn't find out what was happening  outside of the truck, she could simply turn on that Type-A mind of hers  and start to analyze everything, to try to grab that control again. That  was no fucking good. When she clasped her hands in her lap and started  wringing them, I knew we were close to trouble. She needed to stay  occupied and I knew just the way.

"Slip off your panties."

Her hands stilled and she looked up at me. "What?"

"Take off your panties," I repeated.

"Why?"

Sam shook his head and laughed.

"Because I want to see your pussy. I want to play with it on the way to  the ranch. Because I want you thinking about what I'm going to do to you  once we get there." And nothing else.

"We," Sam added. "What we're going to do to you."

"You had an up close and personal view of that pussy earlier. It's my  fucking turn," I told Sam. I couldn't help the rough tone. She'd all but  straddled my lap on the plane and he'd been the one to have her come  all over his face. Not fucking fair. I could pound nails with my hard  on. Just watching her, hearing her orgasm was almost enough to make me  come in my pants. "Sweetness, take off those panties."

Even with her seat belt on, she was able to shimmy her hips and work the  little scrap of lace down her legs and off. When she held them in her  hands, I snatched them from her and stuffed them in my shirt pocket. I  felt the dampness on them and her sweet scent rose up to me. Fuck.

"No more panties or I'll just keep taking them."

With one hand on the wheel, I placed the other on her thigh and worked  her flirty little skirt up. Sam did the same with the other side and  soon enough her pussy was exposed. Thank Christ for straight roads or we  would have been in a ditch.

Only a hint of color remained in the sky, so only the lights from the  dashboard illuminated her. I could see that she had a small triangle of  hair at the top. Cupping her knee, I spread her legs apart. I ignored  her gasp when I saw she was wet. Her little folds practically glowed  with the pale blue light.

I couldn't resist and slid my fingers inward, sliding them over her. Wet  and hot, like silk. As I parted her folds and slipped a finger inside  of her, Sam found her clit.

When Katie rocked her hips up and a throaty cry filled the truck's cab,  Sam said, "Stop driving like a fucking old lady. I want to come deep  inside this hot pussy, not my pants."

I put my foot down on the accelerator. "No fucking kidding."

By the time I pulled up in front of the main house, Katie was on the  brink of coming-her pussy walls were clenching my fingers- and she had a  death grip on both our wrists.

"No coming, sweetness."

"What?" she cried, breathy and frustrated. Her dark gaze lifted to mine, confusion and passion warred.

"We're in charge now," I told her, so there was no question in her mind  she wouldn't be running this show. "That includes your pleasure."

"We say how, we say when," Sam added, opening his door and hopping down.

After stepping out of the truck, I reached back in, slid her across the  seat and threw her over my shoulder, ass in the air. Sam was ahead of us  on the steps and I tossed him the keys.

"Jack! Put me down!"

Sam pushed the door open and I walked right through and up the stairs.

When she started hitting me with her little fists, I swatted her ass. "I'll put you down. In my bed."

"Jack!" she cried again.

"Spank her again. She likes it," Sam added.

At the top of the stairs, Katie stilled immediately and I gave my cousin  a wide eyed look. His only reply was a quick grin. Sliding my hand up  her thigh, I lifted her skirt so it fell over her back, exposing a  gorgeous ass. Pale and lush. I spanked one cheek, then the other.         

     



 

She startled and cried my name again, this time with a little less anger  and a lot more heat. Dipping my fingers over her pussy, I said, "You  like it when your men take charge, don't you, Katie?"

I could feel her shake her head against my back. "No. You're crazy. I don't like being manhandled like this."

Sam turned on the lights and I dropped Katie onto my bed. She bounced once and she quickly scrambled up to her knees.

"You might be in charge in the courtroom, might run circles about men in  your office with torts and depositions, but you need your men to take  control in the bedroom."

I had no fucking idea what a tort was, stupid lawyer paperwork, but he  was right about the rest. She needed to let go, to forget everything, to  turn that smart mind off. If that meant spanking her ass and tying her  wrists to the headboard, then that's what we'd do. "You can fight it,  you can fight us all you want, sweetness, but your pussy never lies."

I grinned at her as I licked her wetness off my fingertips. Her eyes widened and her mouth fell open. Yeah, pure sweetness.

Beside me, Sam started to undo the buttons of his shirt as he toed off one shoe, then the other.

"Did you like the orgasm I gave you, Katie?" Sam asked, tugging his shirt tails from his pants.

She nodded her head, shifting her eyes watch him undress.

"Good girl," I told her, relieved she wasn't going to get embarrassed  now. "There's no shame in what you did. What we did. Here's how the  night's going to go. We're going to get you naked, then we're going to  fuck every last thought from your head besides my name and Sam's."

I gripped the front of my shirt and tugged, the snaps popping one by one.

"And if you start thinking again, we're going to spank your ass and then we're going to fuck you all over again."

"Ever been with two men before, doll?" Sam asked.

"No," she whispered.

"Then on your back and spread those thighs. Let's see that perfect pussy of yours."

Yeah, we were bossy. Yeah, she hated being told what to do, to give up  her control to two men, based on the way her eyes narrowed in that fuck  you stare she had. But she loved it, too, because she didn't say a word,  only laid back on my bed, bent her knees and spread her feet nice and  wide.

Not only did she have the most perfect pink pussy, but that little  triangle of trimmed hair that pointed to the promised land proved she  was a fucking natural blond.







CATHERINE



When Elaine said she wanted me to fuck a cowboy, she probably hadn't  envisioned this. Me, with my legs parted, two cowboys standing big and  tall before me, staring at my pussy. It was as if they were looking at  the fucking Holy Grail.