She knew that but it was sweet of him to reassure her. She knelt on the hay bale which felt like they’d covered it with the towels and then sat back on her heels as directed.
“Perfect.” Julián stroked her shoulder and tilted her chin until she felt the hot head of his erection against her lips. She knew it was him by his touch and his scent. Even the shape of the bulbous head of his cock was known to her as it slid between her lips. Julián groaned and she hummed as she listened to him enjoying himself. She reveled in the feel of their hands on her as she sucked him down and she reached out to them. Wrapping one hand around the base of Julián’s cock, she put the other hand out blindly, until she made contact with Chris’s fuzzy thigh. She liked very much that both of her men were hairy. They had just enough to keep her happy but not so much that she choked on it. She loved the feel of it against her nipples and her pussy anytime they played.
Sliding her hand up, she giggled around Julián’s cock as she caressed Chris’s balls and his supremely thick shaft. Julián groaned, gripping her hand as she stroked up and down his shaft.
She released Julián’s cock with a pop when she felt Chris’s fingers on her chin, tilting her toward him. She opened wide and took as much of him as she could, sucking enthusiastically as she breathed in his masculine scent while stroking Julián’s now-slippery shaft. He grew even harder as he thrust into her hand. Her cunt pulsed and she squirmed as she fantasized which one would fuck her first. She was at their mercy.
Gwen switched back and forth between them on their cues, willingly directed by their touch. Callused hands cupped her breasts and teased her nipples with light pinches and tugs until her cream ran between her thighs. She tried again to touch herself to ease the ache and Chris caught her, pulling her hand from her pussy to suck the juices from her fingers. His mouth was hot as he sucked each finger into his mouth.
“I love your sweet pussy so much, darlin’.”
A breeze caressed her skin and she remembered that the barn doors were still wide open and the three of them were out there where anyone could walk up, or ride up, and see. She thought momentarily of Hatch and his friends but pushed the thought aside. Julián and Chris would keep her safe while they played. The shudder that rippled through her at the self-assurance that they really would protect her if need be was so powerful she wondered if she’d had a small orgasm. The need ratcheted higher so she wasn’t sure.
She’d been self-sufficient a long time and letting it go, if only for a few minutes, was intoxicating. Focusing on them, she shut out all other thoughts and moved back and forth between them, sucking, licking, and kissing their cocks until they finally stopped her. The sound of their panting in the stillness of the barn was gratifying. She got to them as much as they got to her.
With the blindfold still in place, her hearing was more acute and she tilted her head at the susurrus sound of something sliding around the hay bale. They moved around her and Julián finally said, “Spread your knees wider.” His tone was strained as though he was on edge and she wondered what they’d planned next.
She was startled when both men wrapped the soft rope around her knees, anchoring them widely spread apart. The hay crinkled and shifted slightly under her knees, but the thick layer of towels kept it from poking her. She wanted to rub her thighs together but the rope kept her from moving them even an inch. Julián tied her wrists together in front of her with another length of the soft rope and then lifted her hands. He hooked the rope to a tie-down outside the tack room so that her arms were stretched upward and slightly in front of her. Keeping her just slightly off-balance.
“Damn, darlin’, you look hot like this. Tied up and ready for us.”
“What will you do?” To her ears, her voice sounded breathy…sultry. Her pussy quivered as the anticipation built waiting for their response. The only thing she heard was the sound of condom wrappers being torn open. As if welcoming them, her cunt clenched again. A hot hand stroked her right shoulder then slid down her spine until it rested on her tailbone. Hot moisture wet her inner thighs as she waited, panting with excitement. The hand slid to her cleft, paused to tease around her anus but not touching it before slipping to her cunt to stroke her opening with a couple of fingers.
“Very wet. Nice,” Julián whispered. He slid his hands over her buttocks and hips, up her back and her shoulders. He gathered her long blonde hair in his hands and she nearly purred as he ran his fingers through it, lightly pulling it. He gathered it into a ponytail at the base of her head just as she felt the hot head of his cock at her opening.