Monroe, Melody S. - Chelsea's Pleasure [Pleasure, Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting)

by Melody Snow Monroe

  When Preston came into the bar a few minutes later, Luke told him that because Chelsea had to tend to her brothers, she was basically out of their lives for a while.

  “Shit.”

  “My sentiments exactly. What do you think we can do?” Even he didn’t know exactly how he wanted Preston to respond.

  His brother looked around and motioned they move to the far end of the bar, away from hearing distance of the patrons. “They don’t arrive until tonight. How about I cover for you while you try to convince her in private that she can love us while she worries about her brothers.”

  “I like that idea.” His cock thickened just thinking about what her mouth and pussy could do to him.

  His brother grabbed his arm. “But she’s not ready for all of you yet.”

  “I’m not a moron.” He knew he needed to stretch her out slowly. “I’ll handle her gently.” Luke tapped the bar. “Wish me luck.”

  In case he got lucky, he ran upstairs and grabbed a few butt plugs, one larger than the other.

  Driving down the old street again to Chelsea’s childhood home flooded him with good memories. While the extra babysitting money had come in handy in high school, he would have watched her for free. Chelsea had the best spirit of any kid and had been fun to be with.

  Two of the six homes in the neighborhood stood abandoned, their owners long since dead. Her house needed some work done to the outside, but otherwise it appeared to be in good shape. Her car sat in the drive, and his cock immediately thickened.

  With the plugs in his pocket, he knocked on her door.

  She answered a few seconds later. Her cheeks sank. “Is something wrong?”

  Why did she have to think something bad had happened? “No, you seemed overly stressed, and I thought I could help. I know you want the house to be in good shape for Clint and Sanford.”

  Her face brightened. “Yes. Come in. Can I get you something to drink?”

  He chuckled. “You don’t have to wait on me. I want to wait on you. Tell me what to do to get ready for their arrival.”

  “You want me to put you to work cleaning my house?”

  “Folks in Pleasure are always around to give a hand. You know that. It’s why we both came back.” He smiled. “For you, I’ll lend both hands.”

  From the upturn on her lips, she understood. “Okay, let me see.” She looked down to the right as if she were debating which chore to assign him. “Could you strip the bed in Clint’s room? That’s where I slept. I have an extra set of linens in the closet. You remember where everything is?”

  Could she get any more adorable? “Yes. Don’t worry. Beds are my specialty.”

  Now a grin appeared. “I’m sure they are.”

  By 2:00 p.m. they’d cleaned the house from top to bottom and even had time to get groceries. He’d patiently waited until they’d completed the work before snuggling up to her. He didn’t want her distracted during sex, sex he intended to have with her very soon.

  She blew out a breath. “I have to take a shower. I stink.”

  He doubted that. “Go ahead. I’ll watch some TV.”

  He headed into the living room knowing full well the moment the shower turned on, he’d be naked, ready to cozy up against her sweet pussy. He flipped on the TV in case she was listening.

  In the last few hours, he’d caught her looking over at him on numerous occasions, and she seemed to take every opportunity to be in the same room with him. He’d been good and resisted her charms. Until now. He hadn’t tried to steal a kiss from those delectable lips or pull her body close to him. How he’d kept his cock in his pants, he didn’t know.

  Now was as good a time as ever to find out just how receptive she was. She certainly had begged for him to take her when they’d been in the kitchen, but after she’d slept with Preston, she might have changed her mind about him. If she did, he wanted to change it back.

  His cock shot to attention thinking about the next hour. After he discarded his clothes, tossing them onto Clint’s bed, he pushed open the bathroom door, carefully placing the plugs on the counter.

  The vision before him caused testosterone to blast through his system. She looked up and covered her tits. He couldn’t help but chuckle. “Darlin’, if you recall, I’ve seen, touched, and tasted your beautiful body before.”

  “Gut reaction.” Her eyes widened a bit. “You’re naked.”

  At least she noticed. “Sure am, but I could use some cleaning, too. You up for the chore?”

  She hesitated for a second before sliding open the glass door. He stepped in. Taking up about one third of the shower was a teak stool wedged against the back wall.

  “You can move that.”

  “I’m thinking it might come in handy.” A few positions flashed in his mind.

  She smiled, and his cock stretched upward so much it nearly touched his navel. He’d worn the blindfold for most of their time together and hadn’t had his fill of studying how glorious she looked.

  Behind her sat a bar of soap. He picked it up and motioned she face the stream of water. “Let’s start with washing you.”

  She’d already wet her hair. “I need to shampoo first.”

  He took the bottle from her hand. “I have a better idea. You sit, I wash.”

  “Seriously?”

  “You don’t think I can?”

  “Well, sure. It’s that—”

  “You’ve never tasted my cooking, but that doesn’t mean I can’t cook. Nor have you tasted the famous Luke Caulfield daiquiri, but I assure you it is awesome. You’ve watched me clean the bar and change the sheets on a bed, so I don’t know why you don’t think I’m up to the task of shampooing your hair.”

  She waved a hand, a smile blossoming on her face. “By all means, wash away.”

  He repositioned the chair under the shower. She sat where he directed and leaned her head back. He turned off the water for the time being and dripped the thick liquid onto her wet locks. Lavender scent overpowered the small shower in a moment.

  He worked in the shampoo, careful to make sure every strand of hair was washed thoroughly. She might have moaned when he rubbed in the liquid soap, but he swore the intimate act excited him more.

  Her giggle drew him out of his musings.

  “Enough already,” she said. “Any more and my scalp will go numb.”

  “Sorry, but I love the texture of your hair. It’s so soft.” Touching her took him to a different place. “Stand so I can rinse you.”

  “I can do that myself.”

  He put the chair back against the wall then ran his hands down her arms before pulling her close. “I know, Ms. Independent, but I want to touch and caress you.”

  “Oh.”

  The little vixen had so much to learn about lovemaking and intimacy. Unhooking the showerhead, he rinsed her hair. It seemed to take forever since her hair was not only long and curly, but also thick. “You use conditioner?” They might be in the shower a long time, and he had other plans besides the cleansing process.

  “Yes.” She picked up a different bottle and handed it to him.

  “How much?”

  “It’s a delicate balance. Let me do it.” He let her take back the bottle and strategically place lumps of conditioner on her hair.

  While she rubbed it in, he took the opportunity to drag the soap over each breast, having fun flicking his palms across her rosy nipples.

  She pulled back. “That tickles.”

  “Good.”

  He loved how she went with the flow and didn’t get upset with his antics. Once he’d streaked the soap across the front, he tried to get it to lather.

  “This soap doesn’t foam.”

  “Darn.” Now for the fun part. “Does your pussy need cleaning?”

  “Is it part of my body?”

  Yes! With a little bit of soap on the tip of his finger he lightly rubbed her opening. When her eyelids drooped, he knew that making love with her would be off-the-chart good. “Your body excites me like
no one’s ever has.”

  “Oh, yeah. What about my hand? Is that part of my body?”

  Before he could figure out why she’d asked, she grabbed his cock, and his control nearly shattered. Ever since she’d smeared chocolate cake on his dick and licked it off, he hadn’t been able to get the image out of his mind. “That, too.”

  The lift of her lips implied she was quite pleased with herself. Instead of finishing what she started, she dropped her head back and rinsed the conditioner from her hair. Her tits begged to be touched, and he did just that, brushing his palm against the tips.

  She jerked up. “Oh.”

  “Keep doing what you’re doing, darlin’, and I’ll occupy myself with these two beauties.” He studied every inch of her body, but fortunately couldn’t tell where Ross had hurt her. Even the scratch on her belly had healed.

  Soapy water cascaded down her chest, so instead of sucking on the little peaks, he rolled her nipples between his fingertips, pressing hard enough for pleasure but not too hard for pain.

  “That…feels so good.” Her hands stopped moving for a moment.

  “You have no idea what good means yet.”

  Once she rinsed the back of her hair, she turned around and bent over to finish the job. Only then did he see the plug in her ass. “I’m glad you didn’t take this out.” He patted her butt.

  “You said you thought it sexy.”

  His groin swelled knowing she was doing this for him. “You can bet on that.”

  He slid his palm under her stomach and held her tight against his thigh while he pressed the plug in with his other hand. Her groan tightened his balls. She wasn’t ready for him yet, but how long could a man last wanting her so much?

  “Preston said you’d put in a bigger one.”

  “He did?” Not only did his cock scream, but his balls turned into rocks. Dear God. She was too much. “I just happen to have one on the counter.” He tried to keep his breath even.

  “Really?”

  “Just you wait.” He stepped from the shower, slid all three plugs closer, and grabbed the largest one, hoping it would fit. The sooner he stretched her out, the sooner he could have her. His fingers slipped, and he had to use his mouth to tear the paper.

  Once back in the shower, he held up the little silver devil.

  “Did you bring the lube?”

  Damn, he’d forgotten. “I’m thinking you don’t need it with the other one greasing up your sweet hole.” He inhaled, willing himself to only replace the plug with the new one and not use his own hardened cock. “Can you bend over for me?”

  She obliged. “Like this?” His balls tightened as he viewed her sweet ass.

  How had she learned to be such a temptress? “Yes, like that. I’m going to pull the small one out.”

  Going in took a lot of wiggling, but taking out the plug would take some work, too. Making sure not to hurt her, he swiveled the plug, and her cheeks instinctively squeezed. “I’m going to have to punish you if you don’t stop clenching like that.”

  Fortunately she laughed. “What kind of punishment did you have in mind?”

  “Don’t even go there.” As a small demonstration, he tapped her butt.

  “That all you got, cowboy?”

  Who was this woman? “You just wait and see what I got.”

  The moment her cheeks relaxed, he eased out the old plug and held it under the water.

  She wiggled her butt and stood. “It feels funny being so empty inside.”

  He could fill her up in a second. “Hold that thought.”

  Dipping the new plug in the water then soaping it up, he waited until she washed the area.

  “Okay, I’m ready for the new one.” She had the nerve to dip her finger in her pussy and hold it up for inspection. The white coat on her finger confirmed she spoke the truth.

  “I see you are. Now assume the position, soldier.”

  He loved when she giggled. With her hands on her knees, she spread her legs wide. This time his groan escaped. Before he did something they’d both regret, he soaped his finger and slid one digit in her hole to make sure all was well.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  Who was he kidding? He just wanted to feel skin on skin. Removing his finger, he replaced it with the plug. Ever so gently, he twisted it to get it past the first tight ring. She inhaled.

  “You okay?”

  “This one is a lot bigger.”

  If only she knew how large he was going to feel inside her. “Yes, it is.”

  With one hand, he rubbed her butt while he manipulated the plug with the other. Leaning over her back, he kissed her wet skin, loving the cool, slick feel on his parched mouth. “You taste good.”

  “I bet you do, too.”

  He swallowed hard. She could taste him all she wanted once he finished with her. With a hand on her belly and the other on the plug, he pulled and pushed at the same time until the end was tight against her anus. He squeezed his eyes shut as he pretended he was the one inside her.

  Overwhelmed with need, he rinsed his hands before driving two fingers into her pussy.

  “Luke!” She straightened.

  She’d panted his name, driving him further to the edge. “I want you.” But for her sake, he had to wait, had to take it slow, even if it killed him.

  She braced herself against the tiled wall and the glass shower door. “Have at me.”

  Luke lathered up his hands and soaped her back, working his way from her neck to her waist then from her feet to her desirable pussy. Before he could drag a hand across her sensitive slit, she turned around and spread her legs. “I’m dying here.” The invitation was too much to deny.

  His gaze latched onto the apex of her thighs. Naked and divine, he knew she was very wet, and not just from water. Using his thumb and forefinger, he opened her lips and slid in three fingers this time. The warm, wet walls nearly did him in, and his cock throbbed from need. Though how he could get any harder, he didn’t know.

  She grabbed his arm, and he stilled. “I need you, now,” she said, gritting her teeth. “None of this teasing stuff. The plug is driving me crazy.”

  “You’ll have to wait until I think you’re ready.” That might have been one of the hardest sentences to get out.

  “You don’t understand. I’m already filled up, but I need more.”

  He chuckled. She was a greedy little thing. Crooking both fingers, he rubbed her most sensitive spot. Her mewlings and groans almost made him break and take her right then, but for her sake, or rather for their sakes, he had to take his time. He wanted to show her loving was about intimacy and not just two people coupling. It was about the touching and being tender before the final act, which could be wild, hard, and passionate.

  When she wrapped her arms around his neck, he didn’t have the heart to tell he wanted her to only be a receiver of the touches because, damn it, he yearned for her touch too much.

  As if she could read his mind, she trailed her fingers over his pecs, brushing hard against his flat nipples. Her look of awe as she studied him drove him crazy, but he understood her need to know every inch of his body.

  He let go of her pussy lips and returned his attention to her hard nipples. My God, the woman was amazing. He needed to explore her at eye level. In one quick movement, he lifted her up by the waist and deposited her on the stool. Even standing, she was only about three inches taller than him. The water hit him in the shoulder and he turned it off. Distractions weren’t needed.

  She had to tilt her head down a fraction to be eye to eye. “It’s different from up here.”

  “I’m liking the vantage point, too.” To make his point, he drew one tiny bud into his mouth and twisted his tongue around the nub as he stroked the sides of the plump orbs.

  “Oh, yes.”

  Her hand found his cock and began rubbing the head. When her nail slid across the slit, a bit of cum breached the top. He wasn’t sure she knew what she did to a man, but if she kept it up, she’d soon realize how cl
ose he was to exploding.

  He dragged his tongue from her breast down to her belly button. With a few rapid flicks, he darted in and out. As if to equal his parry, she pumped her nearly closed hand up and down, like she was loading a shotgun over and over. As gently as possible, he took her wrist and moved her arm aside to allow him to kneel before her, his face right at her stunning pussy.

  “I can’t wait to taste your sweet honey.”

  She laughed. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”

  The accusation prickled. In truth, he hadn’t messed around much in Pleasure or in Denver, for that matter. He wanted a particular type of woman, and Chelsea was that one. “Only to you, darlin’.”

  Not wanting to get into a long discussion of his experience, he slipped his tongue into her, sucking on her juices. He grabbed her behind and drew her hips toward him. When her fingers slid through his hair, his cock pulsed and throbbed.

  Enough was enough. He couldn’t last any longer.

  He stood, lifted her up by the waist, and slowly slid into her, making sure her slick entranceway could accommodate him. Her eyes widened then slid closed. She dropped back her head. She’d been so damn wet he knew she could take all of him.

  When she shifted, her eyes opened. “I think your cock is touching the plug. Don’t move too much. There’s no room.”

  “There’s always more room for love.” He winked, not wanting to scare her off. “Why don’t you wrap your legs around me? You can control how fast or slow we go. I’ll keep myself occupied in other wonderful ways.”

  She pressed up with her thighs and his cock glided out partway. His balls were already too tight, but he brought his attention to her sexy mouth. He nibbled the corner and licked the seam between her lips. She opened up, but he wanted her to want it more. His kisses trailed down her cheek to that tender spot on her neck.

  “Luke, I can’t concentrate when you do that to me.”

  “Like I can concentrate when you keep milking my cock?” Not controlling the speed took the sensations to a higher dimension.

  He held on to her behind and spread her cheeks wide, hoping to drive the plug in deeper. Her breath intake told him he’d succeeded. With a constant pressure, he pushed his cock to the back until his balls slapped against her ass, all the while pushing the plug in as far as it would go.