by Maya Banks
Kaya gripped his arms. “Show me, Hunter. Please. I want to do this for Jericho.” Then another thought occurred to her. She cocked her head to the side. “Would it bring you pleasure to watch me satisfy Jericho?”
“Yes,” he growled. “Very much so.”
Her breasts tingled and began to ache in anticipation. “Show me what to do.”
He hesitated for a moment and then carefully pushed at her shoulders until she went down on her knees in front of him. She was eye level with his groin, and she began to understand what it was he was trying to tell her.
He placed one hand on top of her head and he grasped his cock with the other hand and slowly guided it toward her mouth.
“Open for me, honey. Let me inside your mouth.”
Her lips parted instantaneously and he slid inside, just as he’d done earlier between her legs. Only she could taste him. Inhale his masculine scent and feel his hardness on her tongue.
“Be careful of your teeth. Suck but not too hard. Relax and let me slide all the way in.”
She listened carefully to his instructions, but she soon grew impatient and began to move on her own. He grew larger and harder between her lips, and she explored each ridge and vein with her tongue.
He groaned even as he thrust to the very back of her throat.
All too soon, he withdrew, his heavy breathing fogging the mirror again.
“Why did you pull away?” she asked around swollen lips.
“Because I liked it too much and you wanted to do this for Jericho. He’ll be in the living room. Go on out and find him.”
She rose but reached out to fondle the heavy sac between his legs. Her fingers explored the texture and softness of the puckered, hair-covered skin.
“You’re going to kill me,” he said in a strangled voice.
“Are you going to watch?” she asked curiously.
“Oh yeah, I’m going to watch and fantasize that it’s me you’re sucking off.”
Satisfied that he’d in some way be included, she left the bathroom, still nude, in search of Jericho. She found him on the couch, dressed. She smiled in anticipation of removing those pants.
He looked up when she walked around in front of him. His eyes glittered when he saw her naked body, but he quickly tried to mask his arousal. Her lips twitched as she fought her smile of triumph. He didn’t want to chance hurting her, but he had no idea what she had in store for him.
She knelt on the floor in front of him and wiggled between his slightly parted knees. She rested her elbows on the tops of his legs and studied him for a long moment, absorbing the way he looked at her.
Then her gaze dropped to the discernible bulge at the juncture of his jean-clad thighs. Placing her palm on the inside of his leg, she ran her hand up to cup his groin. He sucked in his breath then reached to pull her hand away.
“Please, honey, have mercy. There’s only so much a man can take.”
She stared at him from underneath her lashes and carefully extricated her hand from his grasp. His pupils flared in reaction when she unbuttoned his jeans and eased the zipper down.
“Are you going to help me?” she asked softly. “Or do I have to do all the work myself?”
“Holy hell,” he breathed.
He lifted his hips and allowed her to peel the denim away. His underwear came with it, and his erection sprang free then lay heavily on his lean belly.
Rising to her knees, she leaned down and ran her tongue up the length of his arousal.
“Kaya, what are you doing?” he groaned.
“She wanted to pleasure you,” Hunter said from across the room.
“I asked him how,” she said as her hand curled around the base.
Jericho’s brown eyes gleamed in amusement. “So I have Hunter to thank for this?”
“I’ll try not to suffer too much over here,” Hunter said dryly.
Jericho tucked his hands behind his head and leaned back, his eyes narrow slits as he stared down at Kaya. “By all means, don’t let me interrupt your fun.”
She levered his stiff erection downward, tucking the head just inside her mouth. Her tongue circled the crown then lapped over the slit at the tip. She drew away in surprise as a bead of moisture slipped onto her tongue.
“See what you do to me?” Jericho asked huskily.
Tentatively she flicked her tongue out to catch another droplet, savoring the taste.
“Take him slow and deep,” Hunter said. “Just like I showed you, honey.”
Lulled by the arousal in both the men’s voices, she guided him inside her mouth, sucking lightly as she drew him as far in as she could. Jericho arched his hips off the couch, his entire body bowing. His eyes closed, and deep lines appeared with the strain.
His hands flailed and then caught in her hair. His fingers immediately gentled and stroked against her scalp, separating each strand as she worked her mouth over his cock.
“Deeper,” Hunter ordered huskily. “Yes, like that. Now hold it. Breathe through your nose and swallow.”
Jericho moaned and trembled violently against her when she followed Hunter’s instructions. Delighted by his response, she went through the process all over again.
“She’s a quick study,” Jericho rasped out.
Hunter’s low chuckle sent a thrill down her spine.
Firming her grip around the base, she rolled her hand upward, following her mouth.
“Oh yeah, just like that. Harder, just a little harder,” Jericho breathed.
She chased her hand with her lips, swallowed against the tip and then withdrew again. Foregoing her teasing, she picked up the pace, exerting firmer pressure as she tormented him with her tongue.
His hands flew down to the couch. His fingers curled into the cushions, going white around the knuckles as he clenched harder.
“Kaya, honey, I’m going to come.”
She realized this was her warning, that he meant to spare her if she didn’t want him to release in her mouth. She was equally determined that he give it to her. All of it.
She fondled his swollen testicles with one hand while she gripped his cock with her other. Breathing deeply through her nose, she sank down over him, swallowing convulsively when he bumped the back of her throat.
He tangled his hand in her hair, gripping so tightly that she winced as it pulled at her scalp. He held her in place as he took over the pace. No longer was she controlling the movements. He thrust in and out of her mouth in a near frenzy, and then he stopped, locked deep in her throat.
Warm fluid spilled onto her tongue, filled her mouth. She drank deeply, tasting him, swallowing the very essence of him.
Jericho caressed her hair, stroking her as she stroked him with her tongue. Then he looped his hands underneath her armpits. “Come here,” he said as he hauled her up against him.
Their mouths met in a fiery clash. He kissed her, hot and breathless, his tongue dueling with hers. With a quick motion, he turned her and laid her on her back on the sofa.
He was spreading her legs even as he lowered his head. A lightning bolt shot through her pelvis when he licked from her entrance to the fold of her soft hood.
“Come in my mouth like I came in yours.”
She shuddered against his lips, but he held her firm, covering her with tiny kisses, nips, then soothing her sensitive flesh with laves of his tongue.
“Jericho!” she cried.
And suddenly Hunter was there, his hands threading through hers and pulling them over her head. His mouth found her breasts while Jericho tormented her endlessly.
It was all so new to her. These sensations hadn’t existed until the first time she’d seen the two men. From the first, they’d stirred something to life in her that had lain dormant. They called to the woman when for so long, the beast had ruled.
“Come,” Jericho whispered again.
Her hand curled into Hunter’s hair as every muscle tensed in preparation for the explosion. The room blurred around her.
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�Oh, please.”
She didn’t even know what she was begging for. Mercy? More?
Their names came out in a sob. Her body convulsed and she felt their hands on her, soothing and calming. They kissed her and murmured to her, their voices soft and husky.
Her entire life she’d wanted this. A sense of belonging. The sheer rightness she felt overwhelmed her.
And then Jericho raised her, picking her up into his arms. He tugged her down as the two of them lay on the couch, their legs entwined. Hunter moved away, content to let them have their moment as he tended the fire.
“Thank you,” Jericho murmured against her hair.
She smiled. “Thank Hunter. He taught me.”
Jericho chuckled. “You’ll forgive me if I refuse to thank another man for the best damn blowjob I’ve ever gotten.”
She snuggled deeper into his arms, sated and complete. His steady, reassuring heartbeat thudded against her ear.
“I love you,” she whispered.
Chapter Seventeen
Two days later, Kaya’s patience had reached its limit. Though the men were exceedingly tender with her, neither had made a move to mate with her again. She wanted the same bond with Jericho that she’d established with Hunter. Taking Hunter into the most intimate part of her body had established a permanence in their relationship, at least in her eyes.
The cougar lay curled on the couch between the two men as the fire crackled in the hearth. The human inside waited impatiently until finally she could wait no longer. The cat rose and jumped from the couch, her paws silent on the wood floor.
The two men moved as she shifted, and Hunter held out a blanket as he always did when she came shivering to form, but this time she ignored him and walked straight into Jericho’s arms.
She fused her lips to his and twined her arms around his neck, telling him precisely what it was she wanted—no, demanded.
Jericho groaned. “Ah, honey, you make resisting you impossible.”
She drew away and stared into his warm eyes. “Why are you resisting me? It’s been two days. I want you inside me. Please, Jericho. I need you so much.”
In response, he swung her into his arms and strode toward his bedroom. Leaning over the bed, he laid her on the mattress and rested his hands on either side of her body as he looked down at her.
“You’re so incredibly beautiful,” he murmured. “I don’t even know where to start. I want to taste and touch every inch of you.”
Warmed to her core by his words, she reached for him, pulling him down to her mouth.
“Start here,” she murmured against his lips.
He smiled and then kissed her deeply, letting his tongue roll over hers. So warm and loving. A deep sigh slipped from her as his mouth skidded down her jawline to her ear. Her soft sound of contentment hiccupped into a moan when he nipped at her lobe then dropped lower and sank his teeth into the column of her neck.
Sweet heaven, she wanted to bite him back. Something dark and feral rose from deep within. Wild and forbidden with an edginess that consumed her.
Her mouth found his shoulder, and she nipped playfully, marking a path to his neck. When she found the strong pulse, she bit. Hard.
He jerked against her and swore.
She immediately pulled away. “Did I hurt you?”
“Hell no, do it again.”
“I will as soon as you take off your clothes.”
He backed from the bed and hastily pulled at his shirt and pants. She watched in avid fascination as his body was bared to her view. It was a sight she never tired of, all the muscles, the masculine hairiness of his chest and legs. He had an odd assortment of scars, some fresher than others. No part of his body seemed untouched by violence, and to her, the marks signaled his strength.
His erection jutted upward and bobbed as he climbed onto the bed. She reached automatically, wanting to touch the satin length, but he reared back.
“Oh no, you touch me, I’m gone, and I want this to last.”
She smiled but didn’t protest when he straddled her thighs and lowered his big body over hers.
“Bite me,” he whispered. “Mark me. Make me yours, sweetheart.”
She licked from his shoulder to his neck, enjoying the way he trembled underneath her mouth. His taste burst onto her tongue, salty, strong and so masculine. Her nostrils flared as she inhaled his scent, savored it and let it go again. Prompted by the need to do just as he asked and mark him, she sank her teeth into his neck.
His entire body tensed and then went wild against her. His hands slid down her sides to her hips and lower to her thighs. He pulled almost frantically at her, and she helped him by spreading her legs.
His fingers slipped between them, delving into her wetness as if testing her body’s readiness. Afraid he’d regain his senses and decide to take things much slower, she bit him again, harder this time, licking at the small wound she inflicted then moving higher to just underneath his ear and biting again.
“Holy hell,” he gritted out.
His hips jerked against her, and his hardness settled into place. She arched into him, opening to him, inviting him.
“Take me,” she ordered, surprised at her fierceness. She followed up her directive with one more bite.
He surged into her in one hard thrust. She gasped, unable to process all the different sensations that crashed into her.
He stilled immediately, pulling his head away to stare down at her. His eyes were worried and anxious.
“Did I hurt you, honey? Goddamn it—”
“Shhh,” she said, placing her finger over his lips.
She wiggled underneath him, testing her position.
“Ah hell, you have to stop that,” he groaned.
She brought her legs up, tilting her buttocks up slightly. The position sent him deeper, and she sighed in absolute contentment.
“Okay?” he asked huskily as he dropped a kiss on her lips.
“I will be if you’d move,” she said desperately.
“Lock your legs around my waist,” he said. “Take me deeper.”
She did as he asked, and they both cried out when he slipped further into her body.
“Give me just a second,” he rasped out.
He leaned his forehead on hers and closed his eyes, his face creased with strain.
“Why do you stop?” she asked curiously.
He reopened his eyes and pulled away just enough so their gazes met. “Because if I don’t, I’m going to come, and I want to make sure you come with me.”
“Are you going to put your seed on my belly like Hunter did?”
“If you’re asking if I’m going to pull out, then yes. Where it goes is directly proportional to how fast I pull out,” he said with a laugh.
Her lips pursed as she considered his words.
“You could…”
She trailed off, not sure she had the courage to suggest what she was thinking. It wasn’t as if she hadn’t taken him in her mouth before, but this was different, wasn’t it?
“I could what, honey?” he asked gently.
“Could you put it in my mouth, I mean before you spill?”
He swallowed hard and swelled even larger inside her. He liked the idea, and now that she knew that, she was determined to make it happen.
“I could,” he said carefully. “If that’s what you want.”
She nodded.
Slowly he withdrew, the rippling sensation in her sheath sending the most pleasurable shockwaves through her body. He pushed forward again, and she moaned at the friction. It felt so tight, almost as if they couldn’t possibly fit, and yet he glided through her body with ease.
A hard ball formed deep inside her core, knotting tighter and tighter with each thrust of his shaft. She held her breath as the tension grew more unbearable, and it was only at his gentle insistence that she breathe that she expelled the air in a long whoosh.
She wasn’t entirely sure what was happening, but she knew she didn’t want him to stop
. She kept her legs locked around him and arched to meet his demanding thrusts.
His muscles rippled beneath her mouth. His scent grew stronger, more intoxicating. She licked, catching the sheen of sweat that glistened on his flesh then bared her teeth to bite him again.
“No,” he said hoarsely. “Honey, if you do that I won’t be able to stop. You first. Let me take care of you.”
So she took his mouth instead, kissing him fiercely as she dug her heels into his back. Then she turned her head away, baring her neck for him as she spiraled out of control.
He pressed his lips softly to the spot just below her ear and then nipped hard, holding her with his teeth.
She went liquid around his thick, pulsing shaft and then simply exploded. Shattered. She fell apart in his arms and blinked in bewilderment when she couldn’t focus her vision.
Sweet, unending pleasure flowed like rich honey through her veins. She shuddered and gripped him tightly, alternately pushing and pulling as her release became nearly unbearable.
She became aware of him stilling within her and of his hands smoothing over her face and her breasts, soothing her as he murmured reassurance.
For several long moments, he lay over her, kissing her and nibbling delicately at her jaw and lips. Finally her vision cleared enough so that she could see him looking at her. She blinked in confusion, and he smiled tenderly.
“Hi,” he said huskily. “You okay? No, don’t move,” he said when she started to shift beneath him.
Her entire body hummed, throbbed almost painfully. He leaned down to kiss her again, and he tentatively moved inside her.
She sighed in contentment, liking the weight and fullness of him. Gradually he picked up his speed, his hips meeting hers. His eyes closed, his jaw grew tight, and then suddenly he pulled out of her.
“Move down,” he rasped out, tugging at her hand.
She scooted down the bed as he moved up her body toward her mouth. His hand slid behind her head, cupping the back of her neck and pulling her up to meet his thrust.
She opened her lips to receive him, reveling in the shock of hard, male flesh filling her mouth. After the second thrust, warm saltiness spilled over her tongue, and she swallowed as he sank deeper.
He towered over her, so strong and muscular, his hand gripping her head as he held her to him. His fingers flexed at her nape, and she marveled at how strong he was and yet how restrained he was, how careful he was not to hurt her.
Slowly he lowered her head down to the mattress and moved to the side, taking her with him and into his arms. She went willingly, curling against his chest, wrapping her arms around him to hold him as tight as he held her.
He kissed the top of her head. “Okay?” he asked again.
She smiled. “Very okay.”
