Stormy Desire [Desire, Oklahoma 12] (Siren Publishing Menage Everlasting)

by Leah Brooke

  Stormy leaned into him, her eyes fluttering closed when he nibbled on her bottom lip. “I don’t want to talk about it. I don’t talk about it. Ever. It doesn’t matter anymore.”

  Lifting his head, Devlin stared into her eyes as he slid his hands to her breasts. “It does to me.”

  Gripping his forearms, Stormy sucked in a breath, the friction against her nipples sending thrills of delight through her.

  “Do you like that?” Devlin continued to move his hands over her breasts, his touch gentle. Experimental.

  Reverent.

  “Hmm.”

  The feel of his warm hands moving so gently over her breasts felt so good that she didn’t even think of stopping him.

  Closing her eyes, she let her head fall back, grateful for Lucas’s support. Weak with pleasure, she leaned heavily against Lucas, arching her back to encourage Devlin to keep going.

  To her delight, he groaned and focused his attention on her nipples, his callused fingertips creating sharp pleasure that sizzled through her, gathering at her clit.

  Lucas sat up, his hand beneath her neck supporting her while the other slid under her T-shirt to caress her waist. “Devlin looks hungry, and I’m hungry to see those beautiful breasts. Wouldn’t you like to feel his lips on your bare skin?”

  Digging her nails into Devlin’s forearms, Stormy sucked in a breath, her stomach muscles quivering in anticipation. “God, yes!”

  Lucas touched his lips to her ear. “Good girl.”

  She shivered at that, his warm breath against her ear and deep, erotic tone making her pussy clench, a rush of moisture escaping.

  Lucas’s eyes sharpened. “You like being ours, don’t you?”

  Even though she knew it would only be temporary, she couldn’t resist delving into the fantasy. “Yes.”

  Lucas’s hand clenched on the back of her neck, stirring memories that chilled her. Opening her eyes, she stiffened. “Please don’t hurt me.”

  It slipped out before she could censor herself, the vulnerability in her plea making her face burn. “I’m sorry. I-I didn’t mean to say that.”

  Devlin’s touch eased, his eyes going hard and cold. “I can’t wait to get my hands on him.”

  Stormy smiled at that, humbled at his anger. “You can’t. He’s in jail.”

  Lucas bent her back over his arm and leaned over her, filling her vision. “That has nothing to do with this. This is all that matters. The past is over.”

  Struck by the fire in his eyes, a combination of anger and hunger that made her heart beat faster, Stormy nodded. “Yes.”

  His smile, the first real smile he’d given her—tripped her pulse. “Good girl.” Watching her closely, Lucas lifted her T-shirt, exposing her breasts. “Let us see you, baby.”

  Devlin smiled, a tender smile, all trace of anger gone. “So beautiful.” His gaze narrowed, holding hers as he reached out to caress her right breast, whipping her T-shirt off and tossing it aside. “I want to use my mouth on her. Let me know if I scare her.” Devlin’s voice had deepened, the tension in it unmistakable.

  Still staring into her eyes, Lucas lowered his head and brushed his lips against hers, his large, warm hand cupping her left breast. “She’s not scared of us.” He slid a thumb over her nipple, his eyes flaring at her startled cry of pleasure. “She’s shocked at the pleasure. Intriguing. The thought of shocking her more in the future is gonna keep me awake at night.”

  Stormy wanted to tell him there was nothing intriguing about it, but Devlin chose that moment to lower his head, taking her nipple into his mouth.

  It felt just as good as when Caleb touched her, but the knowledge that Lucas watched sharpened the pleasure even more.

  Fire licked at her, burning hotter when Devlin closed his hands over her waist and began to suck her nipple.

  Although he kept his touch gentle, she felt the pull all the way to her clit.

  A moan escaped, and she tried to press her thighs closed against the tingling heat but only managed to close them on Devlin.

  Lucas fondled her other breast, caressing lightly and running his thumb over her nipple with increasing pressure. Lowering his head, he brushed his lips lightly over hers before lifting his head again to stare down at her.

  “All this passion hiding under a prickly disposition. Did you think you could hide forever?”

  “Yes.” Kicking her legs, she writhed in helpless abandon against the growing awareness in her clit.

  She’d erected walls she’d thought impenetrable, never counting on meeting men who would plow through them with an ease and determination that sent up all sorts of warning flags, flags she blatantly ignored as the need inside her grew.

  When the bed dipped, she opened her eyes to find Caleb leaning over her.

  “I told you.” He took her lips in a searing kiss, sweeping her mouth with his tongue in a rush of passion that made her dizzy.

  Lifting his head, he glanced down at her breasts and his friends’ attention to them. Lifting his gaze to hers again, he smiled. “The three of you seem to be enjoying yourself.”

  She looked for any sign of anger, but found none. Relieved, she reached for him. “Caleb, I don’t—I can’t…”

  Caleb bent again, his eyes flaring when she gasped in pleasure. “You’re beautiful.” Running his hand over her hair, he kissed her again.

  With a moan, Stormy lifted her hands and threaded her fingers through Caleb’s hair, sucking in a breath at the sharpened sensations at her breasts.

  Instinct had her rushing to drop her hands again, but Caleb caught her wrists, keeping them lifted.

  “No.” Taking both wrists in one hand, he pressed them against his chest, careful of the injury on her upper arm. “Try it this way. Let us show you the pleasure. If it doesn’t feel good, or if you get scared, just tell us to stop.”

  Fear didn’t stand a chance against the fire licking at every inch of her, the need growing into something so strong and foreign she couldn’t defend against it.

  “You don’t—ah—scare me. Dear God!”

  Chuckling, Caleb lifted her hands to his lips, kissing them before standing. “Devlin, change places with me. I want to taste her.”

  Devlin lifted slightly, leaning over her, his eyes darker than ever. “I want that particular pleasure.”

  “No.” Shaking his head, Caleb tightened his hand in her hair, turning her face to his and staring down at her. “Her first orgasm was mine, but I didn’t get to taste her. Stormy and I have an understanding, and there are a few things that need to be settled between us.”

  Taking her wrists in his, Devlin moved to kneel on the bed beside her, a small smile playing at his lips. “That’s all right. I’ll get my turn. Soon. Very soon.”

  Still supporting her weight, Lucas took her left wrist in his, placing it on his chest. “I want to feel your touch.”

  Fisting her hand in the soft material of his T-shirt, Stormy sucked in a breath at the hunger and demand in his tone. “I want to make you feel good, too.” Surprising herself, she took his hand and pressed it against her breast again, biting back a moan when Caleb worked her sweatpants and panties down her legs and off.

  “It pleases me to see your pleasure.” Lucas lifted her higher and turned her toward him, his free hand sliding from her breast to her waist and lower, to her now bare thigh. “Slowly, Caleb. I think she’s more innocent than any of us suspected.”

  She stiffened at the feel of Caleb settling between her thighs, the lingering memory of that night too close to the surface.

  Lucas brushed his lips over hers. “No one will ever hurt you again. You’re safe. Slow down, Caleb.”

  Instinctively stiffening in anticipation of pain, she closed her eyes, sucking in a breath at the delicate warmth of Caleb’s lips moving slowly up her inner thigh.

  His other hand moved up her other thigh, the dual sensation of tender warmth moving closer and closer to her pussy making her clit tingle with an awareness that stunned her.

 
; “Look at me, Stormy.” Caleb’s voice had become gravelly, as if raw with emotion.

  Frustrated that she couldn’t close her thighs against the incredible aching need, and nervous at the threat of pain, Stormy met his gaze, her pulse tripping at the hunger and possessiveness in his eyes.

  “I’ll give you what you need.” Sliding a finger up and down her inner thigh, he smiled at her gasp. “All you have to do is ask.”

  His stroking stopped, his hands closing over her thighs with a firm hold that sent a thrill of delight through her. “No pretty words. Either you give yourself to me or not. You have to make a decision, Stormy. Do you trust me not to hurt you? Do you trust me enough to give yourself over to me? Do you believe that your safety and well-being are my number one priority? Do you trust me to stop if you tell me to?”

  Aware that both Lucas and Devlin watched her closely, she squeezed her eyes closed, tightening her hold on both of them. “Yes! Damn you. Yes.”

  She arched in invitation, secure in the knowledge that he would stop when the pain got too much to bear.

  The hands at her breasts resumed their caresses, their slow strokes to her nipples building the heat and making her pussy clench and release her juices.

  Caleb’s hands moved higher, his thumbs brushing over her clit as he parted her folds.

  “So beautiful. Her thighs are shaking, and she’s soaked. Is she all right?”

  Devlin’s lips burned a trail from the corner of her mouth, over her jaw, and continued down her neck to her breast. “She’s more than all right. She’s perfect. Trade places with me.”

  “Not a chance.”

  Caleb’s lips brushed over her abdomen, the soft, warm sensation so incredibly seductive she lifted higher, moaning his name. “You’re afraid I’m gonna hurt you. I’ll earn your trust, Stormy.”

  Stormy’s stomach clenched, nerves and need warring inside her. “It’s okay. I’ll tell you if it’s too much.”

  She trusted that he wouldn’t be rough with her, and the hunger and curiosity they’d created made it easier to take the risk.

  Besides, she was older now, not a child, and she wouldn’t allow herself to behave as one. “I can take it. Do it.”

  Caleb’s lips stilled on her abdomen. “It’s not gonna hurt at all. I’m gonna kiss it and make it all better, baby.”

  The slide of Caleb’s tongue through her slit was like nothing she ever could have imagined.

  She jolted and cried out, the sensation much sharper than she’d anticipated.

  And far more intimate.

  She instinctively pulled away, both relieved and frustrated that Caleb allowed it.

  “Open your eyes. Look at me.”

  The underlying demand in Caleb’s tone had her eyes flying open, meeting his possessive gaze.

  Raising a brow, he straightened and leaned over her, his hands braced on the mattress on either side of her thighs. “I’m not taking. I only want what’s freely given.”

  Nodding, Stormy fisted her hands at her sides, frustrated that although Lucas still held her and Devlin stroked her hair, neither one of them gave her breasts the attention she craved. “Okay.”

  Caleb’s eyes narrowed. “Then don’t pull away. If you pull away, I’ll assume you don’t want my attention.

  “I want it, damn it!”

  Devlin chuckled and cupped her breast again, stroking his thumb over her nipple. “Then be still.”

  “It’s so intense!” Even now, her clit throbbed, making it impossible to remain still. “How the hell am I supposed to stay still?”

  Still cupping the back of her head, Lucas lowered her slightly, his gaze hooded. “If you want the pleasure, you have to stay still for it.”

  Caleb slid lower, parting her folds. “I can’t wait to get my mouth on you.”

  Her clit seemed to swell even more, so sensitive that even the air touching it felt like a caress. Stiffening, she fisted her hands in the bedding, determined to remain as still as possible.

  A small whimper escaped at the feel of his warm breath against her clit, her thighs tight with tension and quivering with the effort it cost her to keep them still.

  Caleb touched his tongue to her clit, the too intense sensation startling a cry from her. “You’re so sensitive here, aren’t you, baby?” Sliding his hands under her bottom, he used his thumbs to part her folds again. “Hold on, baby. It’s gonna get better.”

  She had no idea how much better it could get.

  Crying out in shocked pleasure when Caleb’s hot tongue slid over her clit, Stormy fought to stay still while every nerve ending screamed in delight.

  “Oh God.” Stormy closed her thighs on either side of Caleb’s head, stunned at the heat and currents of electricity racing through her.

  She should have been scared to be in such a vulnerable position, especially with three such strong and rugged men, but instead found herself wrapped in a cocoon of pleasure and safety that proved too irresistible to resist.

  Crying out again when Caleb thrust his tongue into her, Stormy let her eyes flutter closed, only to snap them open again when Lucas spoke.

  “Keep your eyes open.” His gaze narrowed on hers, the heat in it making her tremble harder. “I want to see your pleasure.”

  Having him watch her intensified the level of intimacy, leaving her feeling even more vulnerable.

  She reacted instinctively, struggling to put up the walls that had always protected her, but being sucked into the mind-numbing pleasure, she couldn’t focus.

  Devlin scraped his teeth over her nipple. “Damn, she’s shaking.”

  Lucas moved his hand in her hair, bending to brush his lips over her jaw, his solid hold and steady presence calming her. “It’s not fear. It’s pleasure. Don’t torment her, Caleb. Send her over.”

  Devlin lifted his head, his smile filled with erotic intent as he caressed her nipple. “Save the torment for me.”

  Torment.

  It was a good word for what she felt.

  But it was the best kind of torment she could imagine.

  Caleb focused his attention on her clit, his hot mouth and devious tongue creating a pleasure her vibrator couldn’t.

  A heat she’d never imagined.

  Dropping into her fantasy, Stormy closed her eyes and let the hunger take over.

  She’d always imagined having a lover who would give her pleasure, and in her fantasy, she could control his every movement.

  She’d never fantasized about hands holding her firmly in place, strong hands that lifted her against his hot mouth.

  The friction of callused fingers over her left breast drove her wild, the soft caress alternating with delicate tugs to her nipple.

  A hot mouth on her right breast teased her mercilessly, the light scrape of teeth providing a threat that also kept her from moving.

  Every inch of her body seemed to shimmer with sensation and heat, her clit burning.

  She dug her heels into strong muscle with a harsh moan, struggling to mentally pull back in an effort to make it last.

  Digging her nails into her palms, she fought for control but couldn’t fight the incredible pleasure.

  Caleb’s attention to her clit made it impossible to forget that this wasn’t her fantasy.

  It was much better.

  Lucas gripped her chin, drawing her attention back to him. “Uh-uh. Open those eyes. Do you really think I’m gonna let you get away with that?” Bending his head, he nipped her bottom lip hard enough to make it sting at the same time Caleb parted her thighs wider.

  Lucas kept his face just inches from hers, not allowing her to look away. “You can’t take the pleasure and close us out at the same time, Stormy. Do you think I don’t see it?”

  Stormy tried to push at him, but the tingling heat radiating from her clit made her effort weak. “You—oh God! What the hell do you want from—ahh!”

  Devlin lifted his head to stare down at her. “We’re here with you, Stormy, and we’re not about to let you forget i
t.”

  Lifting his head, Caleb slapped her thigh just hard enough to stun her. “I’m not your fucking vibrator, Stormy.”

  “Damn it! Don’t stop. Please!”

  “Say my name, Stormy.” The demand in Caleb’s tone penetrated the gossamer veil of pleasure surrounding her.

  Stormy groaned in frustration, her hips rocking of their own volition, the hunger they’d aroused more than she could bear. “Caleb. Caleb. Please, Caleb. You promised!”

  Chuckling, Caleb lowered his head again. “Yes, baby. I promised to show you pleasure. This is only a taste.” Gathering her close again, he used his mouth on her with a firm expertise in sharp contrast to his earlier teasing.

  Stormy’s cries sounded desperate to her own ears, becoming harsher and even more desperate when he lifted her higher, firming his hold.

  The pleasure built with alarming speed, and between one stroke of Caleb’s tongue and the next, it exploded in a ball of fire that made every nerve ending sizzle with ecstasy.

  Caleb groaned and ate at her hungrily, sliding his tongue inside her and giving her clit glancing attention that kept the waves of bliss rolling through her.

  Cries poured from her, growing desperate when the sublime held her in its grip for several heart-pounding moments before cresting. “Caleb!”

  Caleb eased her down, sipping at her before releasing her, leaving her shaking and breathless. Stroking her inner thighs, he lifted his head, going to his knees between her legs. “Damn.”

  Closing his hands on her waist, he lifted her to straddle him, running his hands up and down her back. “That’s my girl. So beautiful. So damned sweet.”

  Devlin cursed, running a hand over her hair. “She tried to close us out?”

  With her head on Caleb’s shoulder, Stormy kept her eyes closed, convinced that nothing short of a bomb going off in the bed could get her to move. “Did not.”

  “Don’t lie.” Lucas patted her bottom, and then slapped it lightly, making her yelp. “Yes. She did. She wanted to enjoy the pleasure while pretending we weren’t here.”

  Unnerved by his ability to read her, Stormy kept her eyes closed, too weak to lift her head from Caleb’s shoulder. “I couldn’t pretend you weren’t here if I tried.”