THEIR_VIRGIN_PRINCESS

by Shayla_Black_Lexi_Blake

  If she needed him to, he would release her instantly.

  But that was the last thing she wanted now. Cooper held her to allow Landon to have his sweet way with her pussy. Alea glanced down her body at his sandy blond head moving between her legs, tilting to get deeper as he licked, sucked, and laved until she felt like she was in a pleasure-induced haze.

  “Lay her down,” Landon commanded.

  Cooper positioned her in the grass before she could protest. No! She wasn’t ready for this part to be over yet.

  “Spread those legs, baby,” Cooper whispered into her ear as he sat and cradled her head against his chest. “Lan wants more of you. Give him your pussy.”

  Lan didn’t wait for her to comply. He grabbed her ankles and forced her legs wide, then slithered to his belly between them. Alea sighed with relief that he simply wanted her in a different position. The minute she felt his tongue push through her slick, sensitive folds again, she understood why. He speared his tongue inside her, and the velvety hot invasion had her squirming, arching, crying out.

  “Be still, Lea,” Coop warned. “Let him have his way.”

  Cooper squeezed her nipples again, pinching and plucking. A hot flare darted down her body, straight to her clit. She pushed her hips up at Lan.

  Alea couldn’t find the breath to tell Coop that his “punishment” only aroused her more. They made her feel so alive and aware of her body. With every moment, every intimacy, they pushed her closer to the edge of the cliff. God, she wanted to fall blissfully over it.

  Landon continued to worship her with his tongue, not leaving a single slick inch of her untouched. He held her open while Cooper held her down. And it didn’t frighten her in the least. Alea relaxed because they wouldn’t hurt her. She belonged with these men and she felt that all the way to her soul.

  Alea wriggled to get closer and panted. Desire rushed through her blood, need escalating, coalescing. Her head fell back against Cooper’s chest as his palms cupped her breasts, fingers still plucking and teasing, driving her mad.

  “I think our girl likes having her pussy eaten. Don’t you, baby? You like having a mouth on your cunt. Does it feel good? I can tell you, it tastes so fucking good. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.”

  The blunt words coming out of Cooper’s mouth probably should have shocked her, but it merely sent more desire shivering through her body. Every word he uttered in her ear sounded low, sexy, and seductive.

  “Come on. Tell us you like it. Tell us how much you like having his tongue on your pussy.” He punctuated the command with a sharp pinch to her nipples.

  With a frantic nod, she cried out. “Yes! It feels so good.”

  Good? A ridiculous understatement. This was heaven. Lan’s tongue was dedicated and strong, thorough and unerring. He settled his thumb over her clit and rubbed circles that magnified the ache. She couldn’t help arching closer, shoving against him with a moan.

  This time Cooper encouraged her. “Oh, you’re close, aren’t you? Ride his tongue. Let him take you all the way, baby. I can’t wait to watch you come.”

  His fingers pulled at her nipples, matching up with the rhythm of Lan’s tongue. Over and over, they sent her higher with a tangle of sharp sensations—the slide of Lan’s tongue as he circled her clit, Cooper pulling on her nipples and whispering filthy hot suggestions. Alea held her breath. Who needed air now with this epic wave of pleasure swelling inside her? She stiffened in anticipation, keening, almost praying to finally feel the release she’d been denied all her life.

  Finally, with another slide of Lan’s tongue, the crest broke through her body. Ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever felt or imagined burned the blood in her veins. She felt dizzy, light, euphoric.

  Oh god! This was the incredible, mind-altering experience other women whispered and moaned about. This was what made Piper smile all day as she hummed through the palace. The amazing burst of need seemed to take her up, send her soaring until she swore she could almost feel heaven. Her heart roared. Her pussy felt electric.

  Alea came down slowly, panting for precious air. An almost divine peace flooded her mind as satisfaction relaxed her body. She let herself sag in Cooper’s arms, knowing she was warm and safe here.

  Lan kissed her pussy one last time, then crawled up her body, planting his lips on hers.

  Now he would take her. Alea swallowed, steeling herself. But she could handle it. He’d proven that he knew how to give nothing but joy and love. If she opened her body to him, it would be all right. She might never enjoy this part, but she would focus on delighting in the pleasure she gave him. Likely, she’d have to remind herself that having a man on top of her wouldn’t be scary or awful. But she wanted to give this to him. She wanted to be completely connected to them all.

  Alea wondered where Dane was. He was supposed to join them. Yes, Coop and Lan made her feel incredible, but she wanted Dane, too. When it came to her men, she suspected she would be greedy.

  Lan’s tongue invaded her mouth with a hard press of his lips and a barely contained breath. She tasted herself on his tongue. The way he shared the flavor of her pleasure with her felt deeply intimate. Alea tangled with him—tongues, fingers, bodies. His cock throbbed against her belly. She might be perfectly happy and sated, but Lan needed more. She wanted to give to him as he’d given to her.

  “Make love to me,” she whispered.

  “Not like this.” Lan brushed her lips one last time, then he spread his big body on the ground beside her, letting his head rest in the soft grass. “I think you should make love to me.”

  Then Cooper was helping her up and taking her place on the plush earth next to Landon. “Go on. We want you to explore.”

  She dragged in a breath as they displayed themselves for her, all rippling muscles, freshly bronzed from the island sun. Landon was lean like a swimmer, his every muscle perfectly chiseled. He had a cut torso that flowed into long, powerful legs. His cock was long and thick, standing out from a nest of blond hair. His eyes could be like ice chips, but now they glowed with a brilliant blue warmth. Cooper was built more like a quarterback, tall and buff, with broad shoulders that went on for days. His brown eyes blazed nearly black, searing her.

  So beautiful and so different. And both hers.

  “Go at your own pace, darlin’. When you’re ready, you take us. Take as long as you want.” Landon offered her his body.

  “But please say it won’t be too long.” Cooper’s hand was on his cock. A mischievous smirk lit his eyes. “We’ve wanted this for so damn long, baby.”

  With an unblinking stare, she watched his hand move up and down. Cooper was thicker than Lan, but not by much. Both men had long, massive cocks. Cooper’s hand roughed up and down his own, from the tip to the base, just above his balls, then back again. It should have been dirty or she should have felt like a voyeur. But no, this sharing felt natural. They didn’t need modesty in paradise. Arbitrary boundaries just closed them off from one another. Here, now, they were connected and complete. Well, almost.

  Soon.

  Alea let herself sink to her knees in the velvety grass. They’d left space for her between them, and she took advantage of it. She settled a hand on both of them, reveling in the catch of Lan’s breath and Coop’s groan. She drew her palm up their stomachs slowly, her touch skating up to their muscled chests. They controlled so much strength for her benefit. Both men were deadly, trained to kill, but they used it to protect, not to vanquish or take.

  Explore. That was the word Cooper had used. And she did.

  Alea leaned over and kissed Landon’s chest, right above his heart. She let her cheek lie against his skin and she could hear his heart pounding. He wrapped his arms around her, and Alea knew he could have held her tighter, but he merely clasped her lightly so that she could escape if she panicked. A sweet but unnecessary gesture. She nuzzled him instead, gratified to hear him groan as he filtered his fingers through her hair.

  With a bye-for-now kiss,
she left Lan and shifted to Cooper, spreading her lips across his chest. As she pressed her cheek to him, Alea listened to the rhythm of his heart for a moment before sitting up again. She wanted to explore them, but more than anything, she wanted to please them.

  “Tell me what you like.” Alea rubbed the flat of her palm against their chests, letting her fingers prowl down their ridged abdomens, gratified when Coop sucked in a breath and Lan seemed to get harder.

  “Everything,” Landon croaked.

  “As long as it’s you, baby. Touch me. You’ll see the power you have,” Cooper groaned.

  That invitation was too good to pass up. Alea shivered at the thought of holding him in her hand both literally and figuratively. How long would it take to give him the kind of pleasure they’d given her?

  As she reached tentatively for Cooper’s cock, he grabbed her wrist. “Go on. You can be rough with me. Just…please. Goddamn it, touch me.”

  Her breath catching, Alea gripped his erect flesh and gasped. So hard…and yet so buttery soft, like the finest silk. Cooper’s cock twitched in her hand. The head was almost like a purple plum, swollen and blood-filled. She swiped her thumb across it curiously, gratified by his guttural groan of pleasure.

  “That’s it. Fuck, I want to watch.” Landon turned on his side, propping his head on his hand. “Go on, darlin’.”

  “Wow, that’s amazing.” Then she realized that sounded silly and blushed. “Sorry. I’ve never touched a cock before.”

  “Really?” Landon sounded stunned.

  She knew exactly why. “My captors beat me silly, but they never raped me, Lan. They didn’t actually force me to do anything except watch the horrible things they did to others.”

  “Lea?” There was so much sympathy in his voice, but she understood that it wasn’t pity. He cared about her, loved her. He would empathize. Once she’d realized that, she’d felt more equipped to deal with it. And it felt all right to talk to them about those dark days. She was safe now.

  Cooper clapped a hand over hers, stopping the rhythm of her strokes. “Do you need to talk about it first?”

  She shook her head and eased his hand away from hers to resume stroking him. She fell into a sensual, measured rhythm. “No, I’m not letting those ghosts haunt me anymore. I just want to move past it. I want to be able to be with you all.”

  Lan kissed her shoulder, rubbing his cheek against hers. “We want to be with you, too, but you have to tell me if something scares you.”

  “Yeah,” Cooper practically purred the word. He was all tawny and golden, his eyes intent and filled with delicious need.

  The idea of pleasing them aroused her. Already wet from Lan’s mouth and her orgasm, she felt her folds grow even slicker.

  “Am I doing this right?” she whispered.

  Coop just groaned.

  “Grip him harder.” Lan murmured the words against her skin. “He wants it. Look.”

  A little pearly drop of liquid formed at the slit. Acting purely on instinct, she swiped at it with her thumb and brought it to her mouth. Salty and rich. A little decadent. So very intimate.

  “Fuck,” Cooper moaned and another drop welled.

  Alea hesitated. “Was I not supposed to do that?”

  Lan chuckled. “He liked it, darlin’. It was sexy as hell. Stroke him good and hard. Keep running your thumb over the top. Soon, he’s going to come all over your hand.”

  “Really?” She blinked down at Coop. “You want that?”

  He was panting now. “Fuck, yes. Please. Damn it…”

  The slit of his dick was already wet again, cream coating the head. Alea touched him there, getting her palm coated in the liquid silk. It was easier to stroke Coop now with the lubrication. He seemed to grow even larger as she increased the friction of her fingers over his flesh. She watched, utterly fascinated, as Cooper closed his eyes in concentration.

  Was he trying to block her out? Thinking of someone sexier? Alea bit her lip, hating the anxiety plaguing her again. They’d done everything to reassure her…but she didn’t know how to curb the terrible insecurity.

  “He’s just trying to make it last,” Lan explained as if he could read her mind.

  “It’s hard because she feels so good,” Cooper growled as his hips rolled, shoving deeper into her palm. “And he’s wrong about why I closed my eyes. Fuck, baby, I’m pretending that you’re riding me. In my head, I can feel you all over my cock. You’re drenching me in your hot cunt and… Damn it.”

  He was panting now, his rough breaths sawing out of his chest like he was at the end of a marathon.

  “Faster,” Lan urged.

  Alea picked up the pace, watching each move his body made, feeling every twitch of his cock. He opened and closed his eyes again as if he was utterly lost in the pleasure. God, he swelled again in her hand. Her shoulder burned with effort, but she pressed on, determined to make every stroke throb against her palm and give him ecstasy.

  Cooper moaned, and she watched as his heavy balls drew up. An agonized groan tore from him as his body jerked, his hips arched. Then pearly fluid spat from the head of his cock, coating her hand as he came with a roar.

  “Fuck, baby!” He kept thrusting into her grip.

  The violence of his release calmed. The satisfaction in his moan made her smile gladly, especially when he settled back into the grass, peace settling over his face.

  Lan kissed her shoulder, then fell back to the ground, tugging her around to face him. “Damn, watching that has me hot. Touch me, darlin’. Now.”

  That was a demand she wasn’t about to ignore. Quickly, she leapt to the pool and rinsed her hands, then hustled back to her men, flushing at the way their gazes sizzled her. When she crouched between them again, Alea leaned over Cooper, kissing his mouth in a soft meeting of breaths and lips before turning back to Landon.

  With an expectant stare, he silently urged her closer. Alea smiled. Where to start? She let her fingers trace the sharp line of his jaw and felt those perfectly sculpted lips before she moved to the dimple on his chin. His late-afternoon whiskers tickled the pads of her fingers.

  He grew restless as she explored his shoulders and chest, running her palms all over. Alea watched him fight for patience. He placated himself by fondling her breast, the curve of her waist—and pulling her in for quick, demanding kisses, each more urgent than the last. Lan was slowly unraveling. Alea loved it.

  Drunk on the intimacy, her head still buzzing from her orgasm, she got brave. “Turn over.”

  He lifted a brow at her, then winked before turning onto his belly, revealing what had to be the most beautiful male backside she’d ever seen. She grinned as she contemplated all the ways she might touch him.

  Alea started by gliding her hand down the long length of his spine. His shoulders clenched. The tendons in his neck stood out. Hmm… So much strength right under her hand. She cupped his ass, then, feeling really daring, she bent and pressed a kiss on one cheek before gently sinking her teeth into the other.

  Cooper, now rolled to his side and watching, laughed. “Are you trying to make him crazy, baby?”

  “Maybe…” Her response was probably rash and a bit reckless. Bringing Cooper to orgasm had reignited her body. Having license to touch Lan wherever and however she wanted had thrown kindling on the flame. Her body sizzled with new arousal. When she’d said yes, she’d thought she would just lie back and let him take her. But she liked being an active participant so much more.

  “It’s working.” He sounded strained, then he groaned. “But it’s the best kind of crazy.”

  She touched him everywhere, reveling in the way his muscles tightened, and he closed his eyes. She loved every groan and gasp that tore from his chest. “Turn over again. I want to kiss you.”

  He rolled over on cue, but he had a gleam in his eye. “You’re in charge today, darlin’, but don’t think this is how it’s always going to be.”

  Because he would want to control the sex eventually. They all would.
They were too alpha to let her have the power for long, but today was proof of Lan’s amazing tenderness. He was willing to grit his teeth to be with her however she needed this first time. And she planned to enjoy it.

  “Thank you.” She leaned over and kissed him, a sweet brushing of their lips.

  But that wasn’t enough for him. He sank his hands into her hair, fisting the strands, tilting her head. He might be on the bottom, but he had absolute authority over the kiss. He ran his tongue over her bottom lip, demanding entrance. She let him in and melted against him, chest to chest, belly to belly. Warmth encased her, a blanket of soft skin and his hard will. He wrapped his arms around her and dove deep into her mouth. Alea lost herself to him.

  A low thrum started in her belly, a wanting she couldn’t deny. Her blood pounded through her veins. Her heart punched her chest. She wriggled restlessly, trying to ease the burn gathering heat inside her pussy.

  “You aching, darlin’? You ready to come again?”

  “Yes…” Alea didn’t know how it was possible. She’d gone her entire adult life without an orgasm, and suddenly she didn’t think she could wait another five minutes.

  Lan gave her a long, slow grin. “Take me inside you, Lea.” He snatched her from the grass and brought her body over his to straddle his hips. “Ride me.”

  Beneath her, his cock was straining. Lan took himself in hand, forcing it upright and placing it against her pussy, the head slipping in. The feel of his hard flesh against her yielding folds was foreign and a little scary. She’d been told that this would hurt. He was obviously big.

  But she’d come too far in life and with her men to be deterred by a little pain or fear.

  “Go slow, baby.” Cooper had gotten to his knees and now sat beside her, reaching for her arm. He steadied her. “It’s okay. Just sink onto him. You can take him.”

  Alea followed Coop’s advice, easing the head of Lan’s cock past her folds. She felt herself clench around the intrusion as her body instinctively welcomed him, hugged him.