Two Cowboys For Her: An MMF Romance Page 7

  I need them to be with each other. I realize that this is what is missing in our threesome. It can’t be all about me the whole time. There has to be a balance where we all get pleasure out of our sex sessions.

  I wonder if they are open minded enough to have sex with each other. I wonder if they have ever had sex with a man before. Both guys are pretty up front with their sexuality. Still, it needs to be a very delicate but convincing argument on my part.

  Could our sex sessions be any hotter than they already are? This is a question that I could ask the both of them. Why would they not want to take this thing we have further? Somehow, I need to convince them that it would benefit all three of us if they had a relationship with each other.

  How am I going to get this done? Do I need to talk to them separately? Will they feel uncomfortable in front of each other?

  No, we need to do this together. From this moment on we need to be a team.

  Even though every relationship should have honesty, I’m thinking that a little white lie may be best in this situation. I will get a hotel room for us to play in. I will invite them to the room without them knowing that I am inviting the other one.

  I’ll make the situation as sexy as I can. I’ll really get them revved up thinking that they are going to have a session with me. I’ll have to get a hotel room in the city. I want them to feel that we have some privacy.

  I dry my hands on a towel and reach for my smartphone. I will call Asher first. He should be easy to convince that we need some time away. I dial his number and wait for him to answer.

  “Hello, beautiful,” he says when he answers the phone.

  “Hi handsome. Are you busy?”

  “Nope, I’m never too busy to talk to you.”

  I feel my heart flutter a little bit at this compliment. He always knows how to make me feel wanted. Now it is his turn.

  “Asher, can you meet me tonight at a hotel in the city?”

  “Fuck yeah- you got somethin special planned?”

  “Possibly.”

  “Oooo!”

  I talk a little bit more with him and then tell him I’ve got to get off the phone. It’s always nice to know what is going on in Asher’s world.

  Now it’s time to call Liam.

  I dial Liam’s number and he answers on the first ring.

  “Hey baby, what’s going on?” he asks.

  “Things are good. How are you?”

  “Missing you. That’s how I am.”

  “Well, that’s why I’m calling. I want to know if you can meet me in the city tonight.”

  I hear silence on the other end. I don’t say a word because I want to give Liam time to think.

  “Oh absolutely- did you really even have to ask?”

  We chat a little bit more and then I tell Liam I have to go. He reluctantly hangs up with me.

  This is great! I’ve got the two guys in my life coming into the city for an experience that I’m sure they will never forget. I can’t wait.

  Twenty-One

  Asher

  My day was going how it normally does. I dealt with some things over at the oil field, was there for an hour or two, then came back to the ranch.

  I tend to my animals, my crops, draw up some plans for a new project I’d like to start, then head inside. Inside I jump in the shower and then sit down to figure out what I’m going to make for dinner tonight.

  Just as I’m about to settle on cooking myself a nice medium rare steak with some veggies and potatoes- I receive a phone call. My heart immediately speeds up at the thought of it being Samantha.

  Sure enough, when I look at my phone- it is indeed Samantha. I’m beyond excited.

  A few minutes later, I’m off the phone. She wants me to meet her at the Leroux Hotel in the city tonight.

  Fuuck yes. She wants to see me again- that’s all that matters. I’ve been counting down the minutes to when I’d get to see her again, and the fact that she has initiated it this time, means the world to me.

  I’m beyond excited. I pick out my outfit- a nice suit that isn’t too fancy but not too casual at the same time.

  For some reason, as I’m on my way to the hotel in the heart of Houston- I become incredibly nervous. Knowing how much is on the line with Samantha- I don’t want to mess any of this up.

  Finally, I arrive at the Leroux Hotel. I take the elevator up to the tenth and top floor, and head to the third room on the left, room 1003. I knock on the door, and Samantha opens it almost immediately, ushering me in.

  Her smile is beaming, and I can’t help but mimic it on my own face. That is, until I look up and see the absolutely last person I wanted to see tonight… fucking Liam Anderson, of course.

  “What the fuck is he doing here?” I shout.

  “I could ask the same fucking thing. Samantha- why did you invite us both? I thought it was just going to be you and I tonight.”

  We both stare at her, but she says nothing. She just looks at us, a small smile on her face. What the fuck is going on.

  Now I’m angry. But I can’t be angry at Samantha- so I turn to Liam.

  “Why are you always in my fucking way? Why can’t you just leave me the fuck alone?”

  “Excuse me? I’m in your way? That’s fucking hilarious.”

  “Really? I don’t think it’s funny at all. You should have fucking stopped in your tracks as soon as you saw that I was going for Sam. That’s what a true good man would have done. And yet, here we are.”

  “You’ve got to be kidding me. I could say the exact same thing to you. We approached her at the same exact time you dumb ass. Why don’t you get over it already?”

  “God I fucking hate you. I have never met someone as arrogant as you. No matter how much you kiss Samantha’s ass- she’s still not going to choose you?”

  “Can’t you see? She isn’t going to choose either of us. Why the fuck do you think we’re both here?!”

  At this point I turn to her. She continues to stay silent.

  “When this is over, I don’t ever want to see your fucking face again, do you hear me?” I say to him.

  “Okay, okay- enough!” Samantha finally speaks. “Look. I’ve gotten to know the both of you very well by now, and I care a lot about you both. A lot. You have each surprised me with the way you care about me and the way you’ve each opened up to me. So I hope that you will listen to me when I say that I think maybe you two need to start channeling all of his anger into someone else.”

  “What does that mean? Channel it into what?” Liam asks.

  “I want you both to strip. Right now.”

  My mind goes blank. This is totally random and just, well- not what I was expecting to come out of her mouth. But I obey. Both of us do.

  We’re now standing in front of her, completely naked, and completely confused.

  I have no clue what her objective is here? Another threesome? Is this the reason she called us here? A quick fuck? Something tells me that’s not exactly it.

  “I want you to kiss each other,” she states.

  Silence.

  Once again, I’m stuck thinking- what the fuck? She wants Liam and I- mortal enemies- to kiss each other? There’s just no fucking way. This is too far, even for me.

  “Samantha, you can’t seriously expect us to do that. Are you serious right now?” I ask.

  “Yes, that’s exactly what I expect.”

  I peek at Liam. His face is a mixture of anger and confusion. Even a little bit of defeat.

  I’m at a crossroads. Do I do what she asks, to please her and further my relationship with her? Or do I call her on her bullshit and just walk out?

  I know I have to make a decision soon, but I’m completely unsure. Thinking about kissing Liam? I just can’t. I can’t.

  Honestly, I have no idea what the fuck I’m going to do. And I can’t help but still feel enraged at Samantha for putting me in this situation. Why? Just why.

  But the thing that confuses me the most- is the fact that my cock is rock
hard right now.

  Twenty-Two

  Liam

  This is ridiculous. What does Sam expect to get from this? Because the way I see it- there is obviously a reason that she wants Asher and I to come together like this. I just don’t know exactly what that reason is yet.

  So what am I going to do? Well- I’m not going to kiss Asher, that’s for damn sure. I hate him and have hated him for as long as I can remember. Asher is not a person I’d be caught dead hugging, let alone kissing.

  Not only that- but I’ve never kissed a dude before, and I’ve never wanted to. It’s simply not what I like. But if I were to kiss a dude? It obviously wouldn’t be the one standing naked, just two feet away from me.

  “So?” Samantha asks.

  I finally speak up.

  “I’m not doing it.”

  “Not doing it. Hmmm. May I ask why?”

  “Well, first of all- I’m not gay. Let’s get that straight. But second- Asher is someone I’ve hated for years. That certainly hasn’t changed, and I don’t think it ever will.”

  She gives me an odd look, before standing up and sauntering over to me.

  “So you said you weren’t gay… but you see- if that were true, your cock wouldn’t be rock hard right now.”

  “I’m not this hard because of him- I’m hard because of you.”

  “But you’re mad at me, correct? So why would you be turned on by me at the same time, if you were really so offended that I asked you to kiss your worst enemy? Unless kissing him is what turns you on?”

  I shake my head no.

  A small smile forms on her face. She comes up to me, pulling me into her and kissing me. My hands immediately go straight to her ass, caressing it and then squeezing it in both of my hands.

  God I missed this.

  It’s funny how much I crave this woman whenever she isn’t around. She’s like some kind of addiction.

  We make out for about a minute before she pulls away and turns to Asher. She takes his hands and leads him closer to me, before wrapping herself around him the same way she did me and making out with him right in front of me.

  Does it make me mad to see her kissing my mortal enemy? Fuck yes. Does it make me want to grab him and plunge him right through the hotel window until he hits the pavement below? Sort of. But instead, I stand there and watch.

  After what seems like forever, she pulls away from him. She turns back to me, pulling me closer to Asher. We’re only like ten inches from each other now.

  She grabs my cock, beginning to stroke it slowly. My head starts falling backwards as I allow myself to feel the pleasure her hands give me. She really knows exactly what she’s doing, unlike anyone else I’ve ever been with.

  When I look down, I notice that she’s stroking Asher’s cock as well, and my eyes can’t help but linger. I stare for a minute as she strokes us both, before meeting her eyes. My cheeks heat up just a bit knowing that she just saw me looking at Asher’s cock.

  “Follow my lead,” she whispers into my ear.

  I look into her eyes in complete confusion. Suddenly, she stops stroking my cock and grabs my hand, guiding it towards her other hand, which is still on Asher, stroking him faster and faster.

  She removes her hand and quickly replaces it with mine, while grabbing Asher’s hand and placing it on my own cock. I’m in such shock that I don’t even know what to do.

  Part of me wants to bolt out of this hotel, move to another country, and never come back. But another part of me, somewhere deep inside- that’s intrigued by this, and wants to see where this goes. I’m deeply ashamed of that part of me.

  Suddenly I feel Samantha’s hand on the back of mine, and she begins moving my hand up and down, getting me into a rhythm. I follow her guidance, until she lets go. And now I’m just stroking Asher’s cock- the person I hate most in this world- while he strokes mine.

  I realize that this entire time, I’ve been looking down, watching my hand on him. I slowly inch my eyes up, until they land on his.

  He meets my eyes, and we stare at each other for a second, our stroking picking up speed. Now we’re yanking on each other as fast as we can, watching each other’s facial expressions, almost like we’re competing to see who can make who cum first.

  We inch towards each other, until our lips are a mere fingerbreadth away from each other. Then, finally- we kiss.

  It’s funny, but the second our lips touch- I kind of forget where I am. It’s like I’m floating in some alternate universe or something. Like, I know that I’m here on planet earth, getting my dick stroked by Asher Dalton as we make out- but I’m not really all there.

  Somehow, as our lips continue to work together, colliding over and over again- our hands become even more engaged. I focus on what makes him moan louder. Does he like it when I squeeze him hard and yank fast? Or does he like it a bit slower and more sensual?

  While I ponder that, he seems to know exactly what it is that I like. Every single thing he does to me is like magic. I definitely could have come at least twice by now- but we’re still in this sort of unspoken challenge with each other to see who can make the other cum quicker.

  All I know is that I have to win it.

  “Mmmm,” he moans against my lips as I grab his balls with my free hand and begin massaging them.

  I definitely have the upper hand now. He’ll be cumming any minute now.

  And then he does the same, grabbing my balls fiercely, cupping them in his palm and giving them a nice squeeze.

  “Holy shiit,” a moan escapes me.

  “You like that?” He whispers, speeding up the hand on my cock while working his fingers through my balls, massaging them in a way no one ever has before.

  I have no idea what the fuck is happening right now- but what I do know is that I definitely don’t want it to stop.

  Twenty-Three

  Samantha

  Watching Asher and Liam jerk each other off, while they make out and become more comfortable with each other- it’s almost too much for me to handle. I’ve been waiting for this moment for so fucking long now, this is exactly what I’ve been wanting.

  I feel like a girl who’s gotten exactly what she asked for on Christmas morning. As I watch them going at each other, I can’t help but feel like I’m missing out.

  I get up from my spot on the bed and join them, sharing a long kiss with them both. I have a much bigger plan for the two of them tonight, so I take their hands and lead them to the bed.

  “I want you guys to take this one step further and suck each other off,” I state.

  There really is no sugarcoating it. By now, they must know what my end goal is here.

  I watch them glance at each other, almost like they’re trying to gage the other’s reaction before giving their own. In the end, they smile, and a sense of relief floods through me.

  Asher lies on his side in the bed, and Liam does the same, but the opposite way. They both take each other’s cocks and begin stroking each other once again. To my surprise, Liam is the first to make contact with his mouth.

  Liam sticks out his tongue, teasing the tip of Asher’s cock, flicking his tongue around. Asher lets out a soft moan, one that I can tell he wasn’t planning on letting us hear.

  Liam begins licking him up and down, before burying his face into his balls, taking a mouthful, and sucking on them. Asher is in pure heaven.

  It seems as if something clicks in him, and he’s done being shy.

  “Fuuuck yess- just like that,” he moans. “Oooo yeah- you can suck even harder tha- holy shit fuck yes- juust like that!”

  Just watching this has my pussy twitching like crazy. I strip my clothes off, sitting in the chair across from the bed. I begin touching myself as I watch them, not wanting to miss a single detail.

  Finally, Liam seems ready to take Asher’s cock into his mouth. Asher begins licking Liam’s cock as Liam takes the tip into his mouth, tightening his lips around it as he slips it in further and further.

  “Yess
, take it all in. Take it all in,” Asher whispers.

  And so he does. Liam shoves the rest of his cock down his throat and begins bobbing his head up and down like crazy.

  “Fuuuck, you’re so good at this,” Asher moans before mimicking him by taking Liam’s cock into his mouth.

  “Mmmm,” Liam moans.

  The two of them continue sucking each other’s cocks, matching each other’s paces almost like they’re in a race. These two are so competitive with each other that it’s going to make our sex that much more fun.

  I know right when they’re about to cum. Their entire bodies tense up, and they suck each other even harder, fondling each other’s balls at the same time.

  Finally, they start to cum. I can tell that they’re both hesitant- should they swallow it or should they pull out and cum on the bed? But they decide rather quickly.

  Liam smashes his head down even further onto Asher’s cock as Asher cums down his throat. He takes it all in, and Asher does the exact same. They even begin thrusting themselves into each other’s throats at the same time as they cum, and it shows me just how much they really are enjoying this.

  “Mmmm,” Liam moans again- this time out of enjoyment as he tastes Asher’s cum.

  As they finish up, I crawl into bed with them, hungry for a taste of them as well. But they seem to have different ideas.

  Liam sits on the edge of the bed, lifting me up and planting me in his lap. He wastes no time shoving me onto his cock.

  “Fuuck!” I shout. “You couldn’t give a girl a warning?”

  “You didn’t give either of us any warning about what tonight entailed when you texted us to come here earlier,” he remarks.

  He’s got me there.

  I turn my head around to see where Asher is, wondering what he’s going to do while I ride Liam. My question is answered quickly when I feel his cock poking at my other entrance.