Songbird: A Linger Story

by Maya Banks

  “Open for me.”

  Dutifully she complied, and he slid inside as soon as she parted her lips. He wasn’t as content as Greer to let her dictate the pace. He thrust hard and deep, and his fingers curled tighter into her hair. He released his grip on his cock and gently touched her face, his fingers feathering over her jaw and then to her neck as he fucked her mouth.

  “If you only knew how many times I’ve seen you just like this in my fantasies.”

  Greer’s voice startled her and her gaze shot sideways to see him standing there watching, his hand pumping his cock as he watched her suck Taggert.

  “On your knees. Only it’s my cock in your mouth. Your hair streams down your back like moonlight, and you’re looking up at me with the world in your eyes. If you only knew, Emmy.”

  She glanced up at Taggert to see the agreement in his expression. He thrust back and forth, his jaw clenched tight, but his gaze never left her. There was lust, but there was so much more reflected there for her to see. Love. And hope.

  He rose up on tiptoe, his face creased in agony. And then, like Greer, he pulled away, leaving her gasping for breath, her body trembling with awakened passion.

  Greer grasped her shoulders and lifted her to her feet. His lips came down on hers even as he walked her backward toward the bed. He pushed. She fell. He came down over her, his body covering her like a sheet of fire.

  His knee wedged between her legs, pushing them apart. She couldn’t think, couldn’t breathe. All she knew was his mouth ravaging hers, tasting her, drinking from her. He settled between her thighs, his cock nudging impatiently at her opening.

  “Take me,” he whispered into her mouth.

  She wrapped her legs around his waist and arched into him. He thrust hard, and the first shock of his entry nearly shattered her. He was in her so deep, so full, that it stole her breath. She raced to catch up, to process the bombardment of sensations battering her from every angle. But he didn’t wait. He rode her, driving her into the mattress, taking everything she offered until her sob of pleasure filled the room.

  She was on the brink, ready to dive over. Her vision blurred, and she dug her fingers into his shoulders, ready to take the leap.

  He slowed, and she whimpered her protest. Then he stopped, his cock lodged as deep in her as he could go.

  “Do you trust us, Emmy?” he whispered.

  Her gaze flew to his. She was shocked he’d even ask. But there was something in his eyes. Something edgy and dark that excited her. It was then she knew what he was really asking.

  “You know I do. Always. With my life. With my heart. Everything.”

  He closed his eyes and rested his forehead against hers. Then he withdrew and backed away, leaving her sprawled on the bed, her entire body quivering on the verge of release.

  And then Taggert was there, kissing her sweetly. He picked her up, holding her to him as he continued the long, hot sweeps of his mouth over hers.

  “I’m going to put you back down. I want you on your knees. We’re going to ease into this, baby. And if you want us to stop at any time, say so.”

  She swallowed, not in fear but in anticipation. Bubbles rose from her stomach and into her throat, dancing their way onto her tongue. She shivered as his dark eyes bore into her.

  Carefully he put her back down on the bed, and as he’d directed, she turned and got to her hands and knees. The mattress dipped as Greer got on the other side of her. He reached up to push her hair away from her face and let his thumb linger close to her mouth, almost as if he were imagining what it felt like to have her mouth around his cock again.

  She closed her eyes, losing sight of Greer when Taggert pressed his lips to the small of her back. He worked down, pressing tiny kisses over the seam of her behind. Then he gently parted the globes, exposing the tiny entrance. Shockingly, his tongue probed delicately at the opening. She gasped, and heat flooded her face until she thought she might burst into flames.

  “Taggert!”

  He chuckled softly and continued to tongue the sensitive ring until she shook uncontrollably. When he pulled away, she almost protested, but she was too mortified. She was unbelievably turned on, and if he so much as touched her clit, she would orgasm on the spot.

  Warm gel smoothed over the same area he’d just spent so much time licking. He smeared it generously around the opening and then tucked a finger inside. The shock sent her forward, and Greer caught her before she fell. Her eyes widened, and her mouth opened but no words came out.

  Taggert took his time. He rubbed, touched, petted and smoothed the lubricant until she was a mindless, boneless puppet. Never once was he too forceful or did he go too fast. It was enough to make her crazy.

  She burned. Her mind filled with edgy forbidden images. Taggert deep in her ass while Greer fucked her mouth. Oh God. Taggert in her ass while Greer fucked her pussy. She shuddered and locked her arms so she wouldn’t collapse. She’d imagined it so many times. Them taking her at the same time. But she’d never thought it would happen.

  “Taggert,” she pleaded.

  “Shhh, Emmy. You’re not ready yet. I’d never do anything to hurt you or frighten you. We’ll take it slow. I want it to be good for you.”

  “Just do it!” she wailed.

  Greer laughed softly. “Always so impatient, Emmy.”

  Taggert’s fingers stroked silkily in and out of the tight ring of her anus. She wiggled and then she rocked back to take him deeper, but he only withdrew and then issued a light slap to her ass with his other hand.

  “Taggert, please!”

  Again he leaned down and kissed the small of her back before finally easing his fingers away. His palms glided over her hips and then one hand left her. Her breath caught in her throat as she felt the first brush of his penis.

  “Listen to me, baby. I’m going to take this really slow. When I push in, I want you to push out. Don’t fight it. Relax and let me in.”

  She bit her lip and nodded, not trusting herself to speak.

  He pressed forward. Her eyes closed and her head fell back as the pressure increased. It began to burn, a delicious stretching sensation that sent shockwaves through her pussy. Her nipples hardened painfully.

  “Push against me, Emmy,” Taggert said hoarsely.

  She bore down, and he pushed. Suddenly he was inside and she cried out.

  Taggert swore. “Did I hurt you? Do you want me to pull out?”

  “No! God, no. Just give me a minute,” she gasped.

  It was too much. She sucked in mouthfuls of air and tried to steady the pounding of her heart. Her fingers dug into the covers and gripped until her knuckles turned white. He was there, inside her. He felt huge, and she was half afraid he’d move, and then she was afraid he wouldn’t move.

  Taggert kissed her shoulder. “It’s okay, Emmy. I won’t move. Not until you tell me to. Just tell me what you need, baby. We’ve got all the time in the world.”

  She stayed there, her knees dug into the mattress, her hands locked around the sheets. She sucked air into her nose and let it out in long exhales. When the burning subsided, another ache took over. A low throbbing that set her insides on fire.

  Restlessly, she pushed back. Taggert caught her hips and held her still. They both moaned and she wiggled impatiently.

  “Move,” she whispered. “Now, Taggert. Please, I need it.”

  Slowly he pulled back. The relief was overwhelming. God, it felt so good. He paused, caressing the curves of her hips. Then gently he pushed forward again.

  “Holy hell,” she breathed.

  Greer cupped her cheek and turned her face so she could see him. “He’s going to do this for a while, sweet pea. Nice and easy. Until you get used to it. We don’t want to hurt you. All we want is to give you more pleasure than you’ve ever known.”

  Her lips trembled. Taggert slid in and out with more ease now. Her body opened to take him, and she found herself pushing back to meet his thrusts. She was on edge. Fiercely so. She was riding a
razor’s edge of pleasure, so sharp. She needed more. Needed something she wasn’t sure of.

  “Touch me,” she said. She needed him to touch her so she could come.

  “No, baby,” Taggert denied. “Not yet. If you come now, this won’t feel good to you anymore.”

  Greer moved in closer, tucking a finger under her chin to direct her gaze upward. “We’re going to take you at the same time, Emmy. Do you want that? Do you think you can handle it?”

  Oh God.

  “In a minute Taggert’s going to pull out and you’re going to climb on top of me. I’m going to slide into your pussy and when you’re ready, when you think you can take us both, Taggert’s going to be inside you too.”

  “You’re okay with that?” she whispered.

  He smiled crookedly. “It’s pretty damn cool in a porny sort of way. One of those things I always wanted to try but never thought I’d get the chance.”

  She smiled back and shook her head. And then Taggert pulled out, the shock of his withdrawal ricocheting up her spine. She felt empty, and her nerve endings were going off like firecrackers.

  “Come here, sweet pea.”

  Her eyes widened when she saw Greer recline, his erection jutting upward toward his navel.

  As well as she was able when her entire body shook uncontrollably, she crawled to his outstretched arms and allowed him to position her over his body.

  “You take me,” he said. “Take me inside you.”

  She circled his rigid cock in her hand, marveling at the size and thickness. Shifting her position so she was over him, she tucked the head to her softness and carefully eased down, her eyes widening as she took him inch by delicious inch.

  He watched, his eyes glittering dangerously. He looked like a predator waiting to strike. And then he was inside her. Wholly, deeply inside her.

  “Ride me, Emmy. Take your time and get used to having me there. Tagg and I will never do anything to hurt you, I swear. This is all for you. Always.”

  “I love you,” she whispered, overcome at the tenderness in his voice.

  He held his hands up and she laced her fingers with his, holding on as she undulated her body, taking him on a slow, decadent ride. Pleasure rose and surrounded her. Such a sweet song.

  She leaned forward, guiding his hands to her breasts, wanting to feel his fingers toying with her nipples. He needed no urging. He palmed the globes and brushed the puckered peaks with his thumbs, teasing her repeatedly.

  The bed dipped, and Taggert’s hands glided sensuously over her back and down to her ass. Her breath caught and stuttered clumsily from her lips. Greer continued to toy with her breasts, playing with the nipples, drawing them into stiff points.

  “Nice and easy, Emmy,” Taggert soothed. “This is for you. Tell me if anything hurts or scares you.”

  Her gaze connected with Greer’s. She saw the love in his eyes. The solemn promise. No, they’d never hurt her. Never again. She hoped they both knew how much she trusted them to keep that promise.

  Taggert spread her, soothing more of the lubricant over her burning flesh. She moaned in anticipation. She’d wanted this for so long. Had fantasized about it. Had experienced it in her sweetest dreams.

  He positioned himself at her anus. Greer stilled his thrusts. Then tenderly, Taggert pushed forward, opening her slowly and carefully around his cock. Her eyes flew open. Her hands fell to Greer’s shoulders, and she held on for dear life as Taggert pushed harder.

  It was more difficult than before with Greer lodged inside her pussy. There wasn’t room for Taggert and yet he pressed relentlessly until her body surrendered and opened for him. And still it was so tight, so agonizingly tight.

  Her breaths came in shallow, rapid spurts. Her eyes glazed over, the room blurring around her.

  “Just a little more, baby and I’m there. You’ll have us both.”

  She barely registered Taggert’s husky words. She was falling too far, too fast.

  “Lean forward,” Greer whispered. “Lean into me.”

  She did, allowing him to catch her, to hold her. The position gave Taggert a better angle, and he thrust hard, seating himself the rest of the way in.

  “She’s not going to last,” Greer warned.

  “Then let’s go now,” Taggert rasped out.

  They began to thrust. Taggert did most of the work, his movements working her up and down Greer’s cock. Greer arched his hips while Taggert held her in place.

  No, she wasn’t going to last. She was gone the moment Taggert had entered her. Pleasure, sharp and hazy, surrounded her. It was like being drunk or high. She couldn’t think. Couldn’t speak. All she could do was feel. And feel she did.

  She went a little crazy in their arms. She twisted and writhed, and through it all they held her. They whispered their love. Kissed her and caressed her as they pounded into her, branding her body with theirs. They possessed her. They showed her all too well who she belonged to and that they belonged to her now.

  Higher and higher she soared, and now she knew what they’d meant when they’d told her she’d fly again. In their arms she’d always have the freedom to fly. Here, she was safe. No one could touch her. The nightmares fell away, ripped from her memory and replaced by their absolute love.

  “Love you, love you, love you,” she said brokenly. It was all she could say, all she could think.

  “Ahh Emmy, I love you too,” Greer said gently as he gathered her close in his arms, his body trembling with the aftershocks of his release.

  Behind her, Taggert finally went still. He leaned into her for the longest moment before brushing a kiss across her shoulder. Then he withdrew and stepped away.

  Greer rolled with her in his arms until she lay beside him. He was still buried inside her and he made no move to separate himself from her.

  “Are you all right?”

  She nuzzled his chest with her lips and snuggled deeper into his embrace. “I couldn’t be more all right.”

  “Come take a shower with me, Emmy,” Taggert said from the side of the bed. “As soon as we’re cleaned up, I’ll take you back to bed, and you can sleep to your heart’s content.”

  “Mmm.”

  Greer chuckled and carefully slid out of her body, ignoring her murmured protest. He patted her affectionately on the rear and then rolled away.

  “Go take your shower, sweet pea. But hurry. You wore me out, and I sleep better with you in my arms.”

  Chapter Fourteen

  The murmur of voices woke Emily from the most wonderful dream. Before she opened her eyes, she was content to exist in that plane between sleep and awake, enjoying for once images devoid of blood, pain and death.

  When she finally pulled herself away from the veil of sleep, she saw that the sun was already peeking through the curtains and Taggert and Greer were hurriedly dressing a few feet from the bed.

  She yawned indelicately and propped herself up on her elbow to stare at the two men who held her heart in their firm grasp.

  “I don’t suppose you’re coming back to bed.”

  Taggert turned, tucking his shirt into his jeans. An expression of regret crossed his face, and he walked over to where she lay.

  “Sorry, baby. We’ve got a fence down and a few cows have already gotten out. We’re heading out with some of the hands to do repairs.”

  She yawned again, and he touched her cheek with his fingertips.

  “You go on back to sleep. I’ll make sure Buck leaves you something to eat on the stove.”

  With a nod, she snuggled back into the covers, keeping her eyes open only long enough to watch them go.

  Heavy pressure on her back jerked her from sleep. She lifted her head up, and she tried to turn, but a hand slammed her face back into her pillow.

  Her cry was muffled, and then a heavy body lay over her, pushing her further into the mattress.

  “Not a word. You make a sound and I’ll slit your throat.”

  Shock made mush of her brain. She knew that voice. Wh
o was it? Think, Emily, think, for God’s sake. She could barely breathe. She struggled wildly, but he yanked her arms behind her and quickly tied her hands together.

  Fingers snaked into her hair, balled into a fist and jerked her upward. The flat of his other palm slapped across her mouth, stifling the scream she tried to launch. It was then she saw him from the corner of her eye. Rand. Oh my God.

  Her eyes went wide, and he yanked her against him as he dragged her from the room. When she kicked at his legs, silver flashed in his hand, and the sharp blade of a hunting knife pressed to her neck.

  “You’ll die right here, right now,” he hissed. “Stop fighting me.”

  “Why?” she croaked out when his hand relaxed against her mouth.

  He tightened his grip once again, ignored her question and hurtled down the stairs, her flopping like a rag doll the entire way down.

  “Rand, stop, please,” she gasped when he shoved her out the front door.

  “Shut up! Just shut up.”

  He pushed her toward his work truck, opened the door and threw her across the seat. Her back landed against the passenger door. He climbed in next to her and flashed the knife once again.

  “Why are you doing this? Are you insane?”

  She was too stunned to do more than stare at him. Then she realized the stupidity of her inaction and fumbled clumsily for the door handle with her bound hands.

  There was supposed to be evil in his eyes, wasn’t there? Something to tell her he was some desperate wackjob. But all she could see was ruthless determination.

  He gunned the engine just as she managed to crack the door. He reached over and grabbed her around the neck even as he wrestled with the steering wheel.

  “Shut it!” he shouted. “Shut it, or I swear to God I’ll make you suffer. You won’t escape, Emily. Not this time.”

  He swerved wildly on his way up the long drive and the door slammed, knocking her forward on the seat. He anchored her against him. When she turned, trying to bite him, he doubled his fist and punched her in the jaw.