On the next pass, she braced her feet and held her ground. “Enough.” She glanced from Hank’s face to Kyle’s, a bit uneasy at the silent communication passing between them.

Hank quirked a brow at Kyle. “First go. Header or heeler?”

“Header. Definitely.” Kyle’s wide, almost feral grin twisted her gut into knots.

“Come on, let’s mount her up. The saddle’s already on the sawhorse.”

Before she asked what the devil they’d conspired, the men lowered her across the saddle. Her belly rested on the curved seat. Her chest hung over the edge. Her feet almost didn’t touch the ground, forcing her on her tiptoes.

Definitely kinky. Especially since neither had undressed, merely unhooked their belts and dropped their jeans only far enough down their thighs that their cocks sprang out.

“Comfy?” Kyle asked sweetly.

“No. Did you guys see this girl-spread-over-a-saddle scenario in Western  p**n ?”

“No,” Hank said behind her. “A few years back I saw a couple of bull riders demonstrating this with a buckle bunny. Except she was blindfolded. Oh, and they used a riding crop. Man, that chick loved getting her ass smacked.”

“No ass smacking,” Lainie warned. Though, if she was entirely truthful, she wondered if a spank or ten on her bottom would . . . enhance an orgasm.

Kyle’s cock, sporting a bright purple condom, was right in her face. “You’re not as opposed to the idea of a few controlled love smacks as you’re claiming, sugar.” He reached down to pluck her ni**les. He tweaked the right one with more force than she expected. Lainie reared up; her mouth opened at the sharp sting. Kyle used the opportunity to slide in until his balls slapped her chin. “That’s it. Stay still a minute, and mind those teeth.”

Then Hank’s hands were caressing her ass as he adjusted the angle of her pelvis. Without warning he impaled her with one snap of his hips.

God. They’d kill her with pleasure. It felt so damn good. All of it. She moaned around Kyle’s cock.

He hissed, “Do that again.”

She did.

His hands fisted in her hair, forcing her head up so their eyes met. “I prefer ridin’ your face bareback, watching you swallow all of me.”

For the first time, Lainie wondered why he wore a condom when they’d never used one during o**l s*x.

Hank’s fingers dug into her butt cheeks and he made a soft growling noise.

Kyle withdrew until the rim of his c**k head rested on her bottom lip. Hank mimicked Kyle’s position, his dick resting at the mouth of her sex.

They slammed in simultaneously. Over and over.

Sweat coated her skin. A hazy veil shimmered behind her closed lids. Then all action stopped when Hank said, “Switch.”

Kyle held her jaw as his c**k slipped free.

Hank withdrew from her pu**y.

Lainie struggled to move, but when she was wedged in the saddle, arms tied, legs spread, it was pretty much a moot point.

They switched places. Hank stood in front of her, his orange-latex-clad dick bobbing happily. He pinched her chin down and worked his shaft into her mouth.

“That’s it, baby,” Hank crooned. “Show me how much you like having my dick in your mouth. Can you taste yourself?”

She moaned and nodded.

While slamming in and out of her cunt, Kyle snaked a hand between her legs and toyed with her clit. Pinching slightly, which sent a jolt up to her ni**les.

Belly, ass, mouth, cunt, legs tightened. The climax teetered so close. They teased her to the point that she couldn’t stop whimpering. Her hips bumped up, but Kyle held her down, pushing his palm into the middle of her back. She arched her neck, but Hank put pressure on the top of her head, keeping her mouth at the angle that allowed him to drive his dick into her throat.

Lainie was utterly at their mercy.

And she loved it.

“Switch,” Kyle said.

Her body was momentarily void of thrusting man parts. She slumped forward, letting her neck muscles loosen. Taking advantage of inhaling slow, full breaths when a c**k wasn’t stuffed in her mouth. She yelped when her hips were hiked up and her feet left the ground.

“Put your feet on my boots and give your legs a break.”

“But that’s the only break we’re giving you.” Kyle’s groin appeared in front of her face. She smelled her own arousal. Saw the proof of it clinging to Kyle’s purple-covered cock.

“How many times are you going to switch?”

“As many as it takes to keep you from coming,” Hank said. “Because, baby, when we do get you off, it’ll f**king blow your mind.”

Kyle braced his hands on either side of the saddle and rose up on the tips of his boots. “Turn your head, sugar, and suck my balls.”

While Lainie rolled the tight globes over her tongue, using gentle tugs of her mouth to elicit Kyle’s groans, he brushed his fingers over her face with a gentleness bordering on reverence.

Hank wrapped his left arm around her waist to hold her in place, but it also gave him total access to her clit. Which he teased mercilessly.

“That’s enough,” Kyle said. His shallow thrusts matched Hank’s controlled flexing of his pelvis as he thrust only halfway into her channel. When Hank began rimming the seam of her ass with a slippery thumb, in tandem with the steady stroking of her clitoris, that lovely, fluttery, ethereal feeling hummed in her blood. She braced herself for a world-class orgasm.

They both quit moving entirely.