by Leah Brooke
His slow smile made her heart beat faster. “Did you?” Taking her hand in his, he led her to the dark living room, seeming to have no trouble navigating his way to the sofa. Dropping gracefully onto the soft cushion, he pulled her down to his lap. “I want to give you space, but I’m finding it harder and harder to stay away from you.” Lowering his head, he brushed his lips over hers. “I’ve been thinking about you all day. I want you constantly.”
His lips covered hers at the same time he slid a hand into her robe, the warmth of his hand penetrating her soft, cotton nightgown with ease. Pulling her closer, he used his lips to part hers wide, while his searching fingers zeroed in on her nipple.
Swallowing her cry of pleasure, he groaned, his movements rough with impatience as he undid her robe and parted the ends. Lifting his head, he stared down at her, the low light coming in from the kitchen making them appear to glow. “I can never get enough of you. I’ve spent all day thinking about the way you feel against me.”
Lifting her, he shoved her nightgown to her neck, smoothing a hand over her breasts. “I can’t stop thinking about the way you quiver all around me when I’m inside you.” Holding her easily when she bucked, he slid a hand into her panties, ripping them from her and tossing them aside. “I think of you, and my cock gets hard. I smell you and my cock gets hard.”
Spreading her thighs, he plunged a finger into her. “You’re wet already. Every time I touch you, you’re ready for me. Every time I touch you, I feel like I’m going to explode.”
Lifting her higher, he closed his lips over her nipple, stroking his finger in and out of her pussy while moving his thumb back and forth over her clit.
The myriad of sensations drove her wild.
“Joe!” Clinging to him, she dug her heels into the sofa cushions, lifting into his touch. The slight sting of his teeth scraping over her nipple sent an answering pull to her clit, making it burn even hotter under his firm caress. Pumping her hips in time to his strokes, she threw her head back, arching to give him better access to her breasts, crying out when he began to suck on her nipple.
“Yes!” Squirming against him, she tried to reach under her for the hard cock pressing against her. “Joe, please!”
Lifting his head, he slowed his fingers. “You want my cock, baby?”
Gripping his shoulder, she lifted herself against him. “Yes!” Leaning forward to touch her lips to his, she reached for the fastening of his jeans, her fingers clumsy as he continued to manipulate her clit, the slow caress keeping her on the edge, but not allowing her to go over.
With a groan, he lifted slightly, and helped her, freeing his cock. “Wait. I want to get the condom out of my pocket. What the—fuck!”
Turning sideways, she bent her head, touching her lips to the head of his cock. Thankful that the darkness would keep him from seeing her well, she licked him, surprised to find the head of his cock leaking moisture. “Hmm. You taste good, too.”
Closing her lips over the head of his cock, she began to softly suck him, the low groans pouring from him guiding her.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it, baby. Yeah.” His hands tightened in her hair, urging her to move her mouth up and down on his cock. “That’s it. Use your tongue. Jesus! Damn, that feels good.”
Moving her head up and down, she managed to take his cock deeper, loving the warm, solid feel of it sliding against her tongue.
The sounds pouring out of him made her greedy for more, and with a moan, she took him even deeper, exploring every bump and ridge of his length with her tongue. His body tightened against hers, his hips lifting up to meet her mouth. “So fucking good. Yeah, baby. That fucking mouth feels so good.”
Thrilled that she could give him so much pleasure, she moved faster. Delighting at the sense of feminine power, she sucked harder, one hand holding his cock steady, while the other slid under his shirt to caress his chest.
With a curse, he pulled her head back, lifting her to her knees on the sofa beside him. “No more of that, baby, or I’m gonna come in your mouth.”
Reaching for him, she slid her hands over his chest and back as he undressed, frowning when he thwarted her efforts to reach his cock. She didn’t want to stop. She wanted to suck him to completion—to give him the kind of pleasure he gave her. “But, Joe—”
“Not a chance. I want to be in that pussy when I come. Stop trying to reach my cock. I’m already on edge.”
Struggling to see him in the dark, she started to sit, only to gasp when his hands closed around her waist and turned her to face away from him, positioning her on the cushion next to him. “On your knees, baby.” With a hand between her shoulder blades, he urged her down, using his thighs to spread hers wide. “That’s it.”
Glenna gasped as he poised the head of his cock against her pussy opening, and with one smooth thrust, entered her. “Oh, God!”
“Yeah, baby. Nice and deep.”
Fisting her hands on the cushion, Glenna cried out as Joe began to thrust hard and fast inside her. “Yes. Oh, God. Yes. Yes. Yes.”
His cock went so deep, it left her breathless, each quick thrust taking her closer and closer to the edge.
Joe groaned, the desperation and hunger in his movements stoking the fire inside her. “So fucking hot.”
“Yes.” The little vibrations drove her wild—so intense she could feel them in her clit. “Joe. So deep. Oh, God.”
“Not. Deep. Enough. Never. Enough. Come. For. Me.” Thrusting steadily into her, his voice dropped to barely a growl and with a harsh groan, he reached under her, using her juices to lubricate his fingers and began to rub them over her clit.
The hot rippling sensation stunned her, the firmness of his fingers making it impossible to get away while his cock pounded into her.
Struggling against such the sharp sensation, she bucked against him. “No. I’m gonna come. No. Make it last. It feels too good!”
It felt so wicked to be taken this way, her position preventing her from controlling the speed or depth of his thrusts at all.
So deep.
So hot.
Her clit throbbed and burned under his demanding fingers, her pussy clamping down on his cock as the pleasure inside her exploded.
With a cry, she threw her head back, thrilling at his answering groan. Her body seemed to ripple all around him, the shimmering heat washing over her in wave after wave of indescribable pleasure.
“That’s it. Mine!” Covering her body with his own, he slid his hands under her to cup her breasts, while sinking his teeth lightly into the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder.
Thrilling at the primitiveness of it, she stilled, another cry escaping at the feel of his cock pulsing inside her. Tears stung her eyes, the enormous physical and emotional pleasure almost too much to endure.
The way he wanted her—the way he took her—made her feel sexy, desired, and all woman. It made her feel powerful and weak at the same time—wanted in a way she couldn’t have imagined.
Joe’s body tensed over hers, and with a groan, he released his hold on her neck. “I’m sorry, baby. Are you okay? Did I hurt you?”
The concern and self-anger in his voice had her reaching back to take his hand in hers. “Of course not. I loved it.”
He withdrew his cock with another groan and gathered her onto his lap. “I’m sorry.”
Leaning back, she struggled to see his face. “Sorry for what? That was incredible.”
Pushing her hair back, he caressed the place he’d held with his teeth. “You bring out the animal in me.”
Startled by the embarrassment in his voice, she cupped his face, brushing his lips with hers. “Good. You seem to have the same effect on me. It’s sexy as hell when you bite me.”
Stilling, Joe leaned back as if to study her features, but she knew he wouldn’t be able to see her in the darkened room any better than she could see him. “Really?”
“Really.” Smiling, she ran a hand down his chest, loving the feel of hard muscle beneath
her palm. “Real primitive. Made me feel very primitive myself. It was like you were holding me there so I couldn’t get away. Very sexy.”
Joe sighed. “That’s what I was doing. Are you sure you’re not hurt?”
“Not at all.” Just the memory of it began to arouse her all over again. “Just promise me that you won’t stop doing it.”
Wrapping his arms around her, he got to his feet, holding her tightly against him. With a sigh, he carried her from the room. “I don’t think I’m going to have any choice.”
Frowning at the resignation in his tone, Glenna leaned back to look up at him. “Why does that upset you?”
Glancing down at her, he shook his head and started up the stairs. “It’s nothing, baby. You just seem to have a hell of an effect on me—one that I’m not entirely comfortable with. It’s something I’m going to have to work out for myself.”
Dropping her head on his shoulder, Glenna cuddled against him as he made his way to her room. “If it makes you feel any better, you seem to have a hell of an effect on me, too.” Running her hand over his jaw, she smiled. “You locked the door. Aren’t you expecting Leland?”
“No.” Bending to touch his lips to her hair, he lowered her to her bed. “I told him that I wanted some time alone with you.”
Reaching over to turn on the bedside light, Glenna admired Joe’s fine ass as he started toward the hallway. “He seemed pretty upset when he was here.”
Joe half turned, grinning when he caught her staring. “Yeah, oh. I almost came to blows with him again. No matter how much it unsettles him, he can’t stay away from you any more than I can. I had to promise him a night alone with you in return.” Disappearing from view, he closed the bathroom door behind him.
“Oh.” Snuggling back against the pillows, Glena pulled her sheet and light blanket up to cover her against the chill from the air-conditioning, raising her voice to be heard through the bathroom door. “Why do you two seem to hate wanting me so much?”
When no answer came, she decided he couldn’t hear her and waited.
A few minutes later, Joe came out again, his expression thoughtful. “Wanting you isn’t the problem.” Lifting the covers, he slid into bed beside her, pulling her against him before reaching over to turn off the light. Burying his face against her neck, he held her in the darkness. “It’s the way we want you. You’ve become an obsession to both of us.”
Taking her hand in his, Joe sighed, dropping his head back against the pillow. “You should know that neither Leland nor I ever planned to get involved with a woman. One-night stands were all we’d ever allow ourselves. With our lifestyle…hell. We’d bring you nothing but pain and grief. We both knew that going in, but neither one of us can resist you.”
Stiffening, Glenna tried to pull away. “I never asked either one of you for more.”
She fought to keep anger in her voice even though her heart was breaking. “I’m not stupid enough to think that either one of you cares for me that way. If you did, you wouldn’t want to share me.”
Joe sat up abruptly, turning on the light. “Wait just a damned minute! I never said we didn’t care about you.”
Turning away, Glenna pulled the covers higher. “I don’t want to talk about it. Get over yourself.”
With a growl, Joe ripped the sheet away. “Who bruised you?”
“What?”
Leaning over her, Joe ran a finger over her upper arm, his eyes narrowed in anger. “There are bruises on your arm. It looks like finger marks. Who the hell grabbed you?”
Sitting up, Glenna turned to him. “It’s nothing, and none of your business. You come here at night to screw me. You’re my lover. Nothing more. You said so yourself. Go home. I’ve had a hard day and I want to be alone.”
His eyes narrowed. “I knew something was wrong. Tell me.”
“Go fuck yourself.” She wanted to crawl under the covers and hide.
She’d gone into this with her eyes wide open and fallen in love with two men, despite her determination not to.
But, she’d be damned if she let him see her cry. “Go home. I want to sleep alone tonight.”
“Not a fucking chance in hell.” Joe’s eyes hardened. “You frustrate the hell out of me. Fuck. Fine. Don’t tell me, but I’m not leaving you alone. One way or another, I’ll find out about whatever’s bothering you.”
Pulling her close, he touched his lips to her ear. “Don’t even try to pretend this is over, baby. You and I both know that this thing between us is too strong to ignore.”
Chapter Eleven
A firm hand slid down her body.
Warm lips brushed over her shoulder.
A hard cock pressed insistently against the back of her thigh, while a hot, hard body cuddled her close.
What a wonderful way to wake up.
With a low moan, she pressed back against it, smiling to discover that Joe had already donned a condom.
Without opening her eyes, she lifted her hand and smoothed it over Joe’s forearm, moaning again when he slid an insistent hand between her thighs and lifted her leg, positioning it over his own.
“I can’t stand when you’re mad at me.” His voice, low and husky with sleep, sent a wave of longing through her as his lips worked their magic against her neck.
Tilting her head to give him better access, she sucked in a breath when his fingers delved between her thighs again, unerringly finding her clit. “What do you care? Hmm. That feels incredible. This is supposed to be only sex, remember?”
“It’s never been just sex between us, and you know it.” He pressed his cock against her pussy opening, pushing just the head of it into her. Nibbling at her ear, he continued his slow, even stokes to her clit. “What I feel for you isn’t exactly comfortable.” He began to thrust into her, going deeper with every slow, smooth stroke. “You make me want things that I know I can’t have, and have me struggling to try to find a way to have it.”
Moving in time to his slow thrusts, Glenna tightened her hand on his forearm, her body trembling at the gradual climb.
She licked her dry lips, her breathing ragged. “Just because you took my virginity doesn’t mean you have to make any promises. Please don’t ruin this. Can’t we just—oh, God. Joe, I’m gonna come.”
With a throaty chuckle against her neck, Joe pressed the palm of his hand against her mound, holding her for his firmer strokes, while moving his finger faster over her clit. “Good. That’s how I like you best.”
* * * *
Still trembling from Joe’s lovemaking, Glenna curled on her side, relieved to have things back the way they were before.
Saddened that it meant that things would probably never go beyond where they were now.
His low curse made her smile. Listening to the soft tread of his feet on the stairs as he went down to retrieve the clothing he’d left in the living room the night before, she stretched, deliciously limber.
A few seconds later, she heard him coming back up again.
“You forgot to close the curtains in the living room last night. I almost gave your next-door neighbor a heart attack—and she almost gave me one.”
Remembering that he didn’t know that she didn’t have to work today, she groaned and rolled out of bed, smiling at him when he reappeared, already dressed. “That’s what you get for attacking me as soon as you walked through the door.”
“Attacking you?” A dark brow went up as he tossed the panties she’d worn the night before onto the bed. “I seem to remember someone who looked remarkable like you trying to rip my jeans off to get to my cock.”
Hiding a smile, Glenna picked up her panties, a surge of warmth going through her when she saw the rip in them and remembered how it got there. Tossing them aside, she went to her dresser to get a fresh pair, glancing at Joe over her shoulder. Amused to catch him watching her ass, she wiggled it at him. “I didn’t hear you complaining.” Turning to raise a brow, she struggled to keep a straight face. “Unless those moans and growls that kept
pouring out of you were complaints.”
With a soft laugh, Joe moved in behind her, his hands coming around to cup her breasts. “Very funny. For a woman who was a virgin until last week, you’re getting awfully sassy. Maybe Leland’s right, and you need to be spanked.” Bending to nuzzle her neck, he toyed with her nipples, sliding his mouth to her upper arm to kiss the small bruises there. “I have to admit, the idea of having you over my knee really sparks my imagination.” Lifting his head, he looked pointedly at the bruises. “You try my patience at times.”
The thought of being draped over Joe’s or Leland’s lap sent a jolt of lust through her, one so intense that it made her bottom and pussy clench in reaction. Still, she couldn’t resist protesting. “You spank me, and I’ll hand your balls to you.”
Chuckling against her neck, Joe tightened his fingers on her nipples. “There you go—giving me something else to fantasize about.” His voice lowered. Deepened. “My balls ache at the thought of you handling them.”
Finding it arousing to be naked while he was fully dressed, Glenna reached back to cup his cock through his jeans, smiling to find it already hard again. “I tried to handle you more last night, but you seemed to be in such a hurry.”
With a groan, he turned her in his arms, unfastening his jeans again. “Every time you touch me, I get hard, and can’t wait to get inside you.”
Glenna grinned and slipped her hand inside, pushing his jeans down as she cupped him. “You never give me the chance to explore.”
Joe threw his head back, a low, hoarse grown rumbling from deep inside his chest when she began to move her hand. “I can’t. Christ, those hands are like magic. Every time you touch me, I feel like I’m going to explode.” Covering her hand with his, he moved it up and down his cock. “Every fucking time. Baby, don’t. We’re out of condoms.”
Glenna smiled as he kept moving his hand to guide hers. “You sure you want me to stop?” Leaning close, she touched her lips to his chest, smiling when his body tightened even more. “I want to play. I want to touch you.”
