10. Amy

Amy

J asper is the kind of man you only read about in books. Where Mitch is fun and playful, Jasper is commanding and consuming. Each swipe of his tongue against mine shoots fireworks inside me that I’ve never felt with anyone—even with Mitch. With this kiss, he owns my mouth, my breath, my body’s reaction to him…

He owns all of me.

Slipping a hand under my sweatshirt, he tugs down the cup of my bra. My nipples are still sore from last night, but I welcome the sting as he rolls one between his fingers. “Careful,” I warn. “They’re sensitive.”

I whimper as Jasper stands, feeling lost without him touching me. “Take it off.” A sly smirk tugs at his lips. “I’ll kiss them better.” I do as he asks, shimmying out of my sweatshirt, and shamelessly removing my bra. I make a show of tossing it to the floor. Jasper’s eyes darken, sending a shiver down my spine. “Fucking hell. Take all of it off, I need to see you.”

As I strip out of the remainder of my clothes, Jasper does the same, and I can’t help staring at his beautiful cock. While it’s not pierced, it’s just as perfect as Mitch’s—long, thick, and will absolutely ruin me. He doesn’t take his eyes off me as he reaches for the scarlet rope. Jasper begins tying my hands together, doubling the rope over twice, then tying it off. I can’t help asking, “What are you doing?”

“What does it look like I’m doing?” he chuckles, continuing with whatever magical knot he’s attempting to tie.

“Why are my hands together? I’ve never been tied up before, but I’ve always pictured my arms and legs bound to the bedposts.”

Jasper lets out a hearty laugh. “Well, sweetheart, this way I can flip you over and fuck you from behind, without having to untie you.”

“Oh,” I breathe.

“Yeah. Oh .” He fastens my wrists to the middle of the bedframe. “Give them a tug.” I do and wince. “Too tight?” Without a reply, he loosens them enough so when I tug a second time it doesn’t hurt. His voice is strangled as he sighs, “Fuck, you’re stunning like this.”

“Are you planning on breaking a wild stallion, or whatever you ranch people say?” Goading him is risky, but I intend to reap the reward of an unleashed Jasper.

“Ranch people? Christ, Amy, what next? You want me to say ‘ yeehaw ’ when I come? ”

I keep a straight face for all of three seconds, then burst into laughter. Even Jasper can’t contain his smile. I’m lost in his eyes, desperate to know what he’s really thinking behind the humour.

“I’m assuming Mitch asked you for a safe word?” I stifle my giggles, replying with a nod. “Let me guess… Candy cane?”

“Worse.” I bite my lip. “Snowball.”

“For fuck’s sake, seriously?” Jasper rubs his hand down his face, but his annoyance is short-lived as he climbs onto the bed, settling between my legs. “Mitch was probably pissed, wasn’t he?” When I don’t reply, he growls, “Wider, baby. I’m sure he stretched you out, but you have no idea what you’re in for.”

I do my best to remain calm, but between the restraints, and Mitch not being here, I can’t help the worry in my voice. “Aren’t you going to, I don’t know, rev up the engine before taking it for a drive?”

“Is that what you want, sweetheart?” His thick length glides across my clit, forcing a moan from me. “You want a man who will treat you like a porcelain doll?”

“No,” I whimper. “I’m just?—”

Jasper pierces me with his cock in a single thrust, and I scream out. He settles himself inside me, and asks, “You’re just what?”

There are no words. It’s pure bliss.

Despite his threats, he rocks in and out of me slowly, allowing me to adjust to him like Mitch did. His eyes never leave mine as he thrusts harder, faster, until it’s almost too much. My reprieve is cut short as he forces my legs wider and fucks me deeper. With Jasper, I don’t need declarations or compliments. I don't need praise; I see all of it in his worshipping eyes.

He’s mine right now, and I’m his.

I wish I could say I’m close, but I’m nowhere near the finish line. Jasper catches on and reaches between us, circling my clit with his thumb. My head falls back in pleasure, but quickly snaps back as he grunts, “Eyes on me, sweetheart. You don’t get to pretend it’s Mitch and his overly-pierced cock doing this to you. When you come, it’s my name you scream. Understood?” I reply with a curt nod, but he snaps, “Say it.”

“Yes, understood,” I pant.

“We both know you’re a greedy little slut for me. So fucking pretty taking my cock like this.” He thrusts hard, and I cry out. “You want both of us? Show me you’re mine and maybe I’ll share.”

I’ve underestimated Jasper; he’s just as possessive as Mitch, if not more so. The room is cold, making my nipples peak. As sexy as all of this is, I’m fucking freezing. I find my voice. “If you don’t drape a blanket over us, I’m going to die of hypothermia, and then neither of us will come.”

Jasper pulls out in one swift motion, leaving an emptiness I’ve never truly felt before. Lowering his lips to my nipples, he swirls his tongue around each one and nips at the second. “You’re cold, sweetheart? I’m glad I didn’t bend you over in the Christmas tree lot.” He moves lower, pressing soft kisses until his face is between my legs. “You don’t get to cover up until you come for me. I don’t give a fuck how hard your nipples are. You’re mine to play with, sweetheart. All of you.”

My back arches as his tongue drives inside my pussy. Nothing could have prepared me for him curling and dragging it out slowly to circle my clit. My whole body is lit up at his touch. The only words that pass my lips are expletives as he continues the torture; licking, sucking, and bringing me closer to my release.

Who needs a blanket when I have this?

Instinctively I roll my hips, seeking more, and he grabs my ass, face-fucking my pussy harder. I’m desperate for him to play with my breasts, and I swear he’s a mind reader as he reaches to pinch my nipple. The sensation is too much, and I scream his name as I come. It isn’t cute, soaking his chin and the bed beneath us. Struggling to catch my breath, I pointlessly tug on the restraints. “That’s right, sweetheart. You’re mine until I’m done with you.”

There’s no teasing, no smirk, no rest…

Jasper trails kisses up my body before pulling a sore nipple into his mouth, and he groans, “My turn, baby. We need to move quickly, unless you want Mitch to find you like this. I have a feeling the moment he finds out I fucked his girl, your poor little pussy is going to get the brunt of the punishment.”

“I’m not his,” I insist, through laboured breaths, though it’s not entirely true. I am Mitch’s, even if I’m Jasper’s right now.

“Fuck, I’d love to see this tight pussy stretched by both of us.

“Yes,” I breathe, the word slipping from me without shame .

“You want to take both of us at the same time? Mitch doesn’t mind sharing, neither do I. I’m more worried your pussy is too tight for that kind of play.”

“You mean both of you in—” My words are cut off with a deep thrust inside me.

I’m not entirely sure how I ended up tied up by this hot cowboy flicking his tongue against my nipple as he fucks me. I feel simultaneously used and adored, wanting him to take from me until I have nothing left to give.

“You’d look so fucking pretty as we fill you,” he replies, fucking me harder, but not faster. “But for now, you’re mine, sweetheart.” He drives into me without abandon, and I have nothing to hang on to. Thankfully, the cowboy is intuitive and pulls out long enough to flip me until my knees hit the mattress and I’m able to grip the headboard. “Hold on tight, baby.”

There’s no warning as he fucks me hard from behind. I should be thankful it wasn’t my ass, but my gratitude is cut short as he spanks me hard, then reaches to tug on my hair. I relish the sting, loving every second he’s ruining my pussy. It’s the only missing piece from being with Mitch, but Mitch’s gentle touch would make this experience that much more enjoyable.

Would they really allow me to live out the fantasy?

My mind wanders, imagining straddling Mitch while Jasper fucks my ass. The idea of the two of them is just that, a fantasy. In no world would I be so lucky that they would willingly share me. Mitch will be heartbroken when he finds out I fucked his friend, and even with Jasper saying he’d share, I can tell he hates that I was with Mitch first.

But… What if?

I’m brought back to the present when Jasper manages through thrusts, “I need another from you, sweetheart.”

“I need more,” I admit, even if it’s not the full truth. His punishing thrusts have me close, but I’m missing Mitch.

Gripping my hips tighter, he fucks me harder and commands, “Fingers on your clit, baby. You don’t stop until you make that mess you were so eager to earlier.”

“My hands are tied,” I snap back.

“Oh, right, fuck!” The growly, commanding alpha male quickly becomes a doting, sweet, golden retriever in two seconds. He unties me and we crumple onto the bed with him still inside me. “I’m sorry if I got carried away.”

“No, damn it, I need all of it! Please?—”

Jasper tilts my chin and kisses me with fire I’ve never known. He slides his hand between my legs, hitches one over his, then plays with my clit, refusing to move inside me. “Come on my cock and I’ll keep fucking you.”

“Fuck me, and I’ll come on your cock,” I counter.

He sinks his teeth into my neck like a damn vampire right next to my tattoo. Sucking hard, he marks me with a bruise that likely won’t fade for a week. “Do as you’re told, or I’ll never tie you up again.” I ignore the implication that there will be a second time as he continues circling my clit, claiming my throat as his with a strong, calloused hand. In less than a minute, I unravel. It isn’t the fireworks of the first orgasm, but my whole body buzzes as I relax against him. “That’s right, just like that. You did so fucking well, sweetheart.” Thrusting hard and fast, he groans, “I need to fill you like he did.”

Their competition stabs me in the heart. I reach between us and grip his balls, making him wince. “Right now, I’m yours, Jasper. But if we’re ever together with him, you need to play nice.” I release them and he continues to drive into me, likely punishing me for fighting him on this.

I grip the back of his neck, keeping his lips on my neck as he fucks me harder until he finally comes, emptying himself inside me. It doesn’t matter how full I am, I want to be filled with both of them—I need Mitch. As Jasper and I catch our breath, my breasts are full, aching for Mitch’s mouth on me.

The need to have both of them at the same time fills every ounce of me with longing.

Falling for one man while in Coal’s is fucking stupid, considering emotional ties to two of them while I’m here is… Well, it’s fantastical.