She leaned her forehead against the cool faucet and tried to breathe. Nate was kissing her neck, her back, his grip on her hips gentling to a soothing caress.
“Started the main course without us, I see. Well, I only hope you have room for seconds, because we’re still starving.”
Truly closed her eyes, wondering if she could melt into a puddle on the floor before having to face that voice.
The voice that did not belong to Nate.
Chapter Five
Truly tried to pull away from Nate, to pull down her skirt and hide, but he wasn’t having any of it.
“Too late now, Truly. They saw. They heard you admit to wanting them. Wanting us.”
He held her wrists, holding her arms out wide, his newly aroused shaft slipping out of her even as he turned her to face Clay and Louis. She was completely open to their gazes. Her bra undone and dangling from her arms, her skirt tucked into her waistband. Nowhere to hide.
Her embarrassment was quickly replaced by fascination as she noticed that not only were they looking at her with admiration and lust in their expressions…but she wasn’t the only one in a state of undress.
Where was her control? Her logic? It had left the moment Nate had touched her, and decided not to come back after seeing Louis and Clay shirtless with their jeans undone. How could they all be so mouth watering? Louis leaned against the doorframe, looking for all the world like an x-rated underwear commercial. Licking his lips as he stared at the tuft of tight red curls between her legs. His whole body was lean muscle, the darker blond swirls of hair on his chest and his flat stomach looked so silky soft her fingers curled with the desire to touch.
Clay was an ebony Apollo. His body largely muscled and perfectly smooth. He looked delicious. Edible. She desperately wanted to taste him.
She was shameless. She’d just had the most powerful orgasm of her entire life with Nate. And here she was drooling over two different men while he held her. Maybe she did need therapy after all. Surely this wasn’t normal. Things like this were supposed to be fantasy, right? Not real.
Louis frowned. “You’re thinking so hard I see steam coming off those curls, sugar. I guess we have to do something about that.”
He sent a look Clay’s way and the large man nodded, both of them moving swiftly toward Truly and Nate.
Nate chuckled. “You’re in for it now.”
She didn’t have time to ask him what he meant. Clay swooped her up into his arms and headed toward the granite island in the middle of the kitchen. Louis was swiftly clearing the remaining plates away and sliding the cover onto the flat grill, making room, apparently, for her.
When Clay lowered her onto her back she caught his gaze. He smiled gently, the ticking muscle at his jaw the only sign that he was not as calm as he seemed. “Relax, Truly. You’re beautiful. We only want to give you pleasure.”
Sweet heaven. Louis winked as he slipped her skirt down her legs, along with her flip-flops, and Nate kissed her forehead while he slid her out of her dangling bra before disappearing from the room.
“Where—?”
“He’s just going to get supplies I imagine,” Louis assured her. He leaned over her, his blue eyes sparkling with desire. “You have no idea how long I’ve been wanting to do this, beautiful. Especially since Clay and I felt you watching us a few weeks back.”
Truly swallowed. “You, um, you knew?”
Louis licked his lower lip and nodded. “Oh yeah. If we’d been somewhere a bit more private I know I could have convinced Clay to show you more. You enjoyed it, didn’t you, Scrumptious? I can tell. I’m glad, because lately all my best dreams include the both of you.”
Hers too. But she didn’t have the ability to tell him because he kissed her. Truly’s breath shuddered into his mouth. He was an amazing kisser. It didn’t feel the same as when Nate kissed her, but it was still so damn good that it made her thighs tingle. He lifted his mouth and turned her chin with his fingers, and she found herself staring into Clay’s shocking green eyes. “May I?”
She wasn’t sure what he was asking, but she nodded, and he lowered his lips onto hers. Clay’s kiss was as softly romantic and hesitant as she’d expected it to be. At first. But when her tongue came out to taste his he groaned, angling his head for a deeper taste. The kiss growing so passionate Truly reached up to grip his clean-shaven head, wanting him closer. Wanting more.
She gasped into his mouth as she felt Louis’s hand cup one breast, followed quickly by Clay cupping the other. They caressed her in unison, their fingers grazing each other with the comfort and familiarity of lovers. Both of them were overwhelming her with sensation, until a thought suddenly occurred to her.
She pulled away from Clay’s lips. “You three have done this before haven’t you? Nate included, I mean. Made love to the same woman.” They were too comfortable with this, too skilled for that not to be true.
Nate answered as he came back into the kitchen, setting a box of condoms and what looked suspiciously like lube onto the counter by the sink. “Once or twice. There hasn’t been a woman all of us wanted this badly in a very long time.”
“What about you?” Louis drew her attention. “You say you’ve never been with more than one man at a time. Have you ever had a man inside you?” His hand left her breast and he slid his fingers beneath her, slipping between her curving cheeks. “There?”
She blushed. Not a man. “Um, no.”
Nate caught her hesitation. He came to stand beside Louis, his smile tense. “You’ve experimented though, haven’t you, Truly? You’ve fingered yourself, maybe you even have a toy. Have you used it since we met you? Thought about one of us fucking you there?”
She bit her lip, and all three men groaned. Nate caressed her calf, his touch heating her skin. “You’re perfect, baby. Perfect for us.”
Clay’s voice was raspy, rougher than usual as he grabbed the nearby dessert that she’d been drooling over. “Time for dessert.”
Three male index fingers dipped into the chocolate covered soufflé and began to coat her skin. Her breasts, her belly, her inner thighs.
Truly writhed on the counter, the sticky syrup and velvety texture of the dessert on her sensitized skin just as arousing as their touch. There was no room for self-consciousness. No room for thought. She felt decadent. Displayed for their pleasure. She loved it.
“Spread your legs for Louis, Truly. He needs to taste you,” Nate’s rumbling voice had her instantly obeying.
She looked up at Clay as he dipped his finger once more into the heavenly creation, lowering it to her mouth. She opened her lips and greedily sucked him in, moaning at the rich flavor, watching his own mouth open in reaction.
The three men stood still as statues, staring at her sucking Clay’s finger for long minutes, and she felt a power blooming inside her. She could see herself how they saw her. Sexy. Womanly. Desirable. It made her drunk, this feeling.
As one they lowered their heads to her body. Nate and Clay each sucked a nipple deep into their mouths. Louis climbed up between her legs to lap at the cappuccino and raspberry chocolate on her thighs.
“Oh my.” Her back arched, her hips lifted, her nerve endings on overload. This was really happening. Three stunning men were biting and licking her, touching her as though they couldn’t get enough. All her fantasies come to life. And it was better than she’d ever dreamed it could be.
A tongue swirled masterfully around her clit, strong teeth scored her nipple and another mouth slid beneath her breast to caress her ribcage.
Nate lifted his mouth. “Someone like you.” His emphasis reminded her of her earlier comments. “Someone like you is irresistible. Someone like you could have any man on his knees, whether he liked it or not.”
She focused her blurred vision, her heart stuttering as she got her first look at him naked. He took her breath away. Salt and pepper hair scattered across his broad chest, but it was the tattoo of a dragon, its tail curled around his biceps, its eyes watchful and alert
over Nate’s heart, that snared her attention. The artwork was stunning. And telling. In the hazy mist of desire that fogged her brain, she had to wonder why he was guarding his heart. She had a sudden, terrible feeling that the answer was more important than she wanted it to be. But she didn’t want to think about why.
Louis sucked her clit hard against the roof of his mouth, and she cried out, looking down to find him watching her with a challenging expression. He didn’t take his gaze away from her, didn’t blink while lifting his lips, damp from her arousal. “Now, Nate. I don’t think I can wait.”
Clay took his mouth from her body and caressed the curls at her temple. “See what you’ve done to us, angel? You’ve taken away all our control. None of us can wait to have you.”
Louis was kneeling between her thighs, lowering his jeans and sliding on the condom that had appeared in his hand. His erection was long and hard, flushed with need. Truly licked her lips.
Nate cupped her chin and brought her gaze to his. “Louis wants you, Truly. He wants to feel what I felt, that tight heaven that nearly killed me with pleasure. And I, well I find I want to be your first.”
“My…first…?” Her throat closed as she realized what he was referring to. The first man there. Her first threesome.
She looked up at Clay, and he smiled. “What do you want?”
Truly took a deep breath and felt her cheeks heating. “I want you to kiss me, and then I want you to…” She glanced at Louis quickly, then looked down.
Clay bent down to kiss her, his mouth hovering above her lips until she met his gaze. “You are perfect for us.” He covered her mouth with his own, and she groaned aloud, gripping his muscled shoulder to keep him close as she felt Louis slowly filling her with his cock.
“Damn, Nate, you were right. Heaven. She feels like heaven.” Louis moaned and gripped her thighs in his hands, pulling her bottom up off the counter, arching her body to meet his long, sure strokes.
She thought it again. Different. Still shattering, still so good she thought she might scream, but different. Suddenly, she was greedy. She wanted more. All of it. She pulled away from Clay’s mouth, her hand dragging down his arm to his hip, pushing at his jeans.
The smile in Nate’s voice made her quiver. “That’s my girl. Show him what you want.”
She clenched her sex around Louis’s cock, making him shout, as she pulled the now naked Clay closer. Her head was even with his impossibly thick erection. It was a thing of beauty. She had to taste it. She bit her lip and glanced up at Clay for approval.
The big man shuddered, closing his eyes for a long moment before nodded, moving closer to her mouth with his cock clenched firmly in his fist. “Anything you want, angel.”
She reached out to touch Louis’s stomach as he pumped inside her, relaxing her jaw to open her mouth over the wide head of Clay’s arousal. Dark and sinful, she licked him, loving the sounds Clay was making. Loving that she could make him react like this. She could taste the salty liquid that had already pearled on the tip and swallowed. Delicious.
Time lost meaning. Only sensation mattered. Louis inside her body, Clay filling her mouth, his hand curled in her hair. She was theirs. She belonged to them. In every way that mattered. Their moans fed her and her curvy body was not a hindrance, but a vessel for pleasure.
Louis stopped, and Truly cried out against Clay’s cock in denial. Why had he stopped? Clay tugged on her hair tenderly, backing away and she felt tears gather in her eyes. They wouldn’t leave her like this would they? They wouldn’t take her to these heights only to walk away.
“Honey, shhh. We aren’t going anywhere.” Louis tried to soothe her, but his labored breathing and gruff voice made it difficult. He was just as caught in the throes as she was. As they all were.
Louis’s hand guided Truly to a sitting position on top of him as Nate watched. He was still inside her. If her widening eyes were any indication she could feel him even deeper. Nate caught her gaze and held it. He knew he looked angry. He’d been standing there, watching her. Watching as Louis fucked her, watching the rapture on Clay’s face as she took as much of him into her mouth as she could.
Was he jealous? No. How could he be? They’d done this before. This was the kind of sex he liked to control. The kind he got off on. Hell, he’d initiated it. And it was turning him on more than it ever had before. But he found himself silently snarling. He wanted his cock in her mouth. He wanted to be the one inside her. He had to be careful not to let this go too much farther.
It might already be too late.
Nate pulled himself onto the counter behind her, knowing the granite island he’d built could hold them all. Grateful it could, because he needed to claim her again. Now.
He held out his hand, and Clay handed him another condom and the heated lubricant he would spread on that succulent ass. He took himself in hand, focused on his breathing. No toy, no matter how big, was the same as the real thing. He had to go slowly.
He slid the condom on, hating the barrier that kept him from feeling everything. That separated him from her. He coated his cock with lube and poured some along the crack of her ass, looking up to find her kissing Louis with wild abandon.
She was lost to it, lost to the pleasure. She was born for this. To be worshipped, loved. He’d sensed it from the first moment he’d seen her.
God, he had it bad.
Clay had moved to the other side of the counter, gravitating toward her and Louis like a moth to a flame. He had it bad too. Damn it, he knew this would happen. But he was not about to stop it. Not now that he’d tasted her. Now that he’d had her.
The first probe of his thumb between her cheeks had her raising her head and looking over her shoulder. Her face flushed, and those wide doe eyes looked at him with anticipation.
Thank God. He didn’t think it was in him to back away if she changed her mind. Not that they’d given her much choice.
“Breathe out slowly, Truly. That’s right, baby. Are you ready for both of us? Ready for how good it’s going to feel when we’re both inside you?”
She nodded, breathing slowly, and he felt the give as he pressed his thumb further inside. He smiled. “Did you remember that I owed you a spanking?”
He slid his thumb out and opened his palm bringing it down across her right cheek, then left. Inside he shivered with pleasure at the loud sound that echoed through the room. At the bright red marks he’d left behind. The only thing that would make this perfection was her reaction.
She’d gasped loudly, but when he looked up at her he didn’t see fear or outrage. He saw desire. Her whispered, “I shouldn’t like that, should I?” was music to his ears.
“Yes, baby. You should. You should love it. And get used to it, because I have a feeling you’ll be in need of another soon enough.”
Louis chuckled roughly. “Not that I’m not enjoying her reaction. Trust me, I am. But I think we should get going. I can’t hold back much longer.”
Clay chuckled at Louis’s shoulder. “You’ll have to, Lou. We’re nowhere near done yet.”
Nate groaned at the wide-eyed interest in her gaze, leaning forward to take her mouth. He needed the feel of her tongue, her full lips against his own. “Give Louis a taste of those delicious breasts while we fuck you.”
He watched her follow his commands, watched Louis taking one of her luscious breasts in his mouth. She looked up at Clay, sucking in her lower lip as she watched him position himself behind the growling Louis. He loved how open she was, but he wanted her attention, her mouth, everything on him. Wanted every piece of her.
He spread her cheeks wide and guided his painfully hard erection to her round ass, still red from his hand. She shouted as Nate entered her, feeling that give, the muscles closing tight around him as he pushed further inside.
“Fuck. Yes, Truly. I can’t—fuck, you feel…” He couldn’t talk, couldn’t think. He had never felt anything like this. Anything like her. She was tight. He could feel Louis’s cock filling her s
ex, knew she could feel both of them inside her. Could see what Clay was doing. Everything.
All that control for all these years, gone with a single thrust of his hips. In his mind he heard a primal shout. She was his. And he was hers. She was claiming him as surely as if she’d marked him with a brand. The thought took away his sanity, his desire to go slowly.
He leaned over her back, pressing her harder against Louis as he spoke in a ragged voice. “Better than any toy you own, isn’t it? You love this. I bet you’re soaking Louis now with that wet fucking pussy. Bet you can’t close your eyes, too afraid you’ll miss Clay’s face when he comes. He’s taking the both of you, you and Louis, in his mind, baby. Taking Louis while Louis takes you. While I take you. You make him wild. And you want that don’t you? You want it all don’t you? Want me to fuck your ass hard while you drive them crazy.”
He sensed her assent more than saw it. His eyes were covered in a red haze. His hips pounded against hers, shafting her as deep as he could. Making her his the only way he knew how.
Clay’s shout was followed quickly by Louis’s cry, and he knew they had both found their release, but he couldn’t stop. He wanted to hear it. Had to hear it. Would die if he didn’t…
“Nate!”
“Yes.” His name was still a cry on her lips when the strength of his climax rammed into him with the force of a train. Lightning arced up his spine, and he roared in satisfaction, knowing he had never come so hard in his life. That nothing had ever been this good.
Fuck.
Chapter Six
Truly closed the bathroom door and collapsed against it. She wasn’t a virgin, but she’d never done the walk of shame before. The-tiptoe-around-naked-bodies-to-get-dressed-in-the-same-clothes-you-had-on-the-night-before-and-escape-before-anyone-wakes-up-walk of shame.
She looked in the mirror and grimaced. She couldn’t do it. She couldn’t leave until she’d had a shower. What if she died on the way home and her mother had to identify her body? A night of being covered in delicious food and sexy man juice had taken its toll. She was officially a wreck.
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