by Ember Cole
He thrusts faster, sucks harder, and like a lightning bolt, my climax crashes over me. I can’t help it. I scream his name.
“God, yes,” he groans. “I love hearing my name like that. Fuck.”
He stiffens and lets out a string of curses under his breath, but doesn’t stop what he’s doing. Thank God.
Reed only lifts his head when my knees turn to Jell-O. Then he sits on the floor, pulling me into his lap, straddling him. Sweat drips down my face, and my heart feels like it’s going to beat right out of my chest.
Reed kisses me. I taste myself on his lips.
He slows the kiss and pulls away, resting his forehead against mine, breathing almost as hard. “That was fucking amazing,” he says, finally. “Are you okay?”
Now that the moment has passed, I’m a little embarrassed. Then I look into his face. “Yes, but Reed, you didn’t…do you want me to—”
He chuckles. “I’m good, actually. Fuck, the last time I came in my underwear like that I was about twelve,” he says. “I couldn’t help myself. Feeling you come against my mouth, hearing you scream my name. You gripping my shirt so hard I thought you were going to rip it clean off…and then drinking you down as you came apart.” He shakes his head. “That was all it took.”
I giggle and snuggle into his chest. It feels weird to be naked from the waist down and sitting on a man’s lap, but I like it. A lot.
“This wasn’t what I had planned,” Reed says, his voice rumbling in his chest beneath my cheek.
“Really? What did you plan?”
“Something a little more traditional. Something a girl like you would want.”
“A girl like me?”
He shrugs, a little sheepish. “Romance. Flowers, dinner, music, the whole nine yards.”
I smile. “That sounds nice. But you know, I kind of like how this turned out, too.”
“You’re not disappointed?”
I laugh. “Um, no.”
“I think you scared the horses,” he says, pleased with himself. “Betsy was blowing up a storm in there, bumping against her stall when you screamed.”
I bury my face in his shoulder, feeling my face burn. Then a new, horrifying thought occurs to me. “Do you think anyone else heard? Any of your brothers?”
He laughs, pulling me tighter, like he’s never going to let me go. “I fucking hope so.”
11
AMELIE
Morning sunlight streams through my bedroom window and I roll toward it, not really wanting to move. My body is sore from helping the guys yesterday. Although I like to swim and ride, my life is usually pretty indoors-focused. I loved spending yesterday outside feeding the animals, doing chores, painting the new fence slats Jackson had installed, and generally just being active. I love it. I can totally see why someone would want to spend his or her vacation time here at the ranch. There’s something satisfying about doing a good day’s work. Something I want more of, no matter where I end up.
Other parts of my body are sore, too. My breasts feel pleasantly swollen and my pussy… I smile, rolling to my back. Oh, yes. I definitely enjoyed the activities that made those bits sore.
I’ve spent time with four of the seven brothers so far, all of them handsome, sexy, and clearly talented when it comes to women. All four stoked my needs and pushed my boundaries. I’m still a virgin, technically, but I feel like I’ve already gained a lifetime of experience. I’m more comfortable with my body, with sharing it. And in a couple days, I’m going to choose one of these men to be my first.
How, though? Each of the brothers appeals to me in a different way. Jackson encouraged me to embrace my desires and to share them with others. Jesse showed me how to return the pleasure. Reed is all fiery passion and showed me that sex can be hot and fierce and unexpectedly intimate at the same time. And then there was Vance. Although he clearly regretted what we’d done in the forbidden library, he’d been the one to first stoke the fire within me.
Four men. Four different personalities that I suspect carry into the bedroom. And I haven’t even spent time with Tanner or the twins yet. How am I ever going to be able to choose?
Just then, I hear heavy footsteps charging the stairs and bounding down the hall toward my room. More than one set.
Memphis opens the door to my room and pops his head inside. “You still asleep?”
“No,” I say, sitting up. “Just thinking.”
Greyson crowds into the room behind him.
“Thinking time is over,” Greyson says as Memphis grabs my hands and tugs me up off my bed. “It’s time to play.”
Before I can reply, Memphis slings me over his shoulder and hurries out of my room.
Blood rushes to my head. “Memphis!” I say, laughing. “I was going to come with you.”
He slaps my ass playfully. “Oh, I know you’re coming with me. With both of us.”
“Multiple times,” Greyson adds.
I hold to the back of Memphis’s jeans for dear life, since he’s once again shirtless.
“Look, Grey. She’s already grabbing my ass. You’re going to be doing my share of the chores for a month.”
“The competition hasn’t even started yet,” Greyson says. “So trash-talk all you want, but it’ll be my name she’s screaming first.”
We enter a bedroom near the end of the hallway, and Memphis sets me down on my feet. I push the hair out of my face and look around. It’s obviously the twins’ bedroom suite. There are two queen-size beds on opposite sides of the room, made up with dark blue comforters. Matching bedside tables hold matching lamps. There are several comfy chairs and a huge TV mounted to one wall. A video game system with two controllers sits on a stand beneath it. On the other wall is a small fridge and microwave. All in all, it feels kind of like a very spacious dorm room.
“So, this is our room,” Greyson says. “Nice, huh?”
“Not bad. I’m surprised you still share. This is a big house.”
“It used to be two rooms,” Memphis says. “We knocked down the walls a couple years ago and added a big bathroom.”
Makes sense. From what I’ve seen so far, Memphis and Greyson are practically inseparable. I don’t have a sibling so I can’t really relate, but seeing how the twins, and all the brothers, interact makes me a little jealous. I’ve always wanted a sister or older brother. I think it would have made my childhood a lot less lonely.
“Need anything to drink? A snack before we get started?”
Suddenly I’m a little nervous, not knowing what the boys have planned for me. “Started?”
“With the competition,” Memphis says.
“Um, can you explain this competition a little more?”
Memphis starts unbuttoning his jeans as he speaks. “Sure. We know our brothers have made you come and we’re feeling left out, so we’re going to show you just how hard and fast we can make you come. We get two minutes each, but the one who makes you scream their name fastest wins.”
I blink at them both, then laugh. What woman could argue with that? These two have cracked me up from the moment I met them, but now I have a hunch their bedroom skills are crazy good, too.
Greyson shucks his shirt, and I realize there are about to be two very sexy, very naked twin men in the room with me.
They’re not identical, though. Not completely. Greyson has a light scar that runs along his jaw, and Memphis is darker, his skin more sun-kissed, probably because he never seems to wear a shirt. His hair is a little messier, too, like he can’t be bothered to slow down enough comb it or get dressed. Is he in a rush when he gets a girl off, too? If so, he’s going to win this game.
I wonder if their cocks are identical or if they’ll have subtle differences, too.
“We’ll flip to see who goes first.” Greyson says.
The boys are down to their boxer briefs now. Memphis in blue, Greyson in red. It’s hard not to stare. I don’t even try.
“If one of us comes before you do, that man is disqualified,” Greyson sa
ys. “Which is why you have to keep your hands to yourself.”
Darn. “Seems pretty straightforward,” I say. “But what if you win, and then when it’s Memphis’s turn, he ties your time?”
“Then you’re the grand prize winner,” Memphis says, winking at me. “It’s happened before.”
“And what if neither of you is able to make me come?”
Both men just laugh.
“So, you play this game a lot?”
“We’ve played a few times,” Greyson says. “But never with someone as beautiful as you.”
“And never when straight-up sex is off the table,” Memphis adds. “That adds a new challenge, not being able to employ my secret weapon.” He strokes himself through his underwear. He’s already hard. So is Greyson.
I giggle. A day ago I might have been more self-conscious. But now I’m looking forward to this. The boys have a lighter view of sex. For them it’s fun. I think I’m going to like the game.
Greyson gets a cardboard box out of the closet and sets it on the bed. He digs through it and pulls out a kitchen timer.
Memphis finds a quarter on the bedside table and hands it to me. “You flip. Greyson cheats.”
“No, you’re the one who cheats,” he argues.
“Sometimes,” Memphis agrees.
“Who calls?”
“Memphis is always heads,” Greyson says.
“And Greyson is a tail man,” Memphis says, with a sideways glance at his brother.
“Definitely.”
I look from one man to the other, not really sure what’s going on. But I have a feeling I’m about to find out.
“Okay,” I say. “Here goes.” I flip the quarter in the air, catch it, and slap it onto my arm.
I lift my hand to show the boys. “Heads.”
“Yes!” Memphis pumps his fist.
“It’s okay,” Greyson says, pulling up another chair. “You get her warmed up and I’ll finish her off.”
“Ha. She’ll be screaming my name before you even get a chance to touch her.”
He sets the timer for two minutes.
“Ready?”
Memphis rubs his hands together, his eyes roaming over my body. His hot gaze warms my skin. I’m as eager as he is to get started. I have to admit that I like being the center of attention. I like more than one guy focused on me.
“I’m ready,” Memphis says, and Greyson starts the timer.
“First, I want to see those beautiful tits of yours. You were teasing us all with them, practically bursting out of your wet T-shirt the night you arrived on our doorstep.”
“It was cold,” I argue.
“What’s your excuse now?”
I look down and realize my nipples are hard, poking at the soft T-shirt.
Before I can answer, he whips my shirt off over my head and tosses it aside. That leaves me in nothing but my panties.
“Fuck, yeah,” Memphis says, looking at me. He leans in and immediately his mouth is on me. He licks and sucks at one nipple, then the other. Jolts of electricity rush through my body, and I can’t help but let out a small yelp at the sudden intensity of it all. Not to mention that my nipples are already a little tender from all the attention they’ve been getting.
“I knew you’d like my mouth on you,” Memphis says. “Wait until my tongue is in your pussy.”
I shift my weight from foot to foot, and Memphis chuckles. “For a virgin, you’re kind of horny, aren’t you?”
“Your fault.”
He gives me a heated look and gets back to work, kneading my breast, tracing the areola, pinching the nipple, before going back to using his tongue. Heat builds inside me. He’s good at this. Very good.
“I can see why you lead with this,” I say in a breathy voice I hardly recognize.
I feel him smile against my skin, though he doesn’t answer. But then he draws away, tugging my nipple before letting me go. He stands straight and adjusts himself. His erection strains against the cotton of his briefs, and I can’t help but stare.
“That was just a warm-up,” Memphis says, his dark gaze burning into me. “It’s no-holds-barred now.” Memphis goes to the box Greyson pulled out of the closet earlier and roots around. He pulls out a small device and a bottle of some kind of lotion.
“Move to the bed,” Memphis says, his voice husky. He spreads an extra flat sheet over the bedspread. “This could get messy.”
I do as he asks, perching on the side. He chuckles and lays me out, spread-eagled. “Virgins,” he says with an eye roll, and I smack him on the shoulder.
“Oh, you like a little rough play, huh? I’ll remember that.”
“The timer is still running,” Greyson says.
Memphis peels my panties down and stares at me for a second. “I knew that bush would be a sexy red,” he says. “Fuck, yeah. I’m gonna eat that all night and have the leftovers for breakfast.”
“One minute,” Greyson says, his voice strained.
Seemingly not concerned with the time, Memphis flops on the bed next to me, propping himself up on his elbow. Grinning at me, he squirts liquid from the tube onto my bare breasts. I jump, the liquid cold on my bare skin and sore nipples.
“Don’t worry,” he says. “It’s a warming lotion.” He rubs it in over my nipples, and I start to see what he means. My breasts tingle with warmth. Then he throws me a grin and leans over to blow on the sensitive buds. I gasp as icy-feeling air hardens them to painful points.
“Good stuff, huh? I grabbed the strawberry. Reminds me of you, all sweet and pink.”
I’m beyond words, writhing on the bed. He pushes up, kneeling between my legs, and squirts more of the magic lotion on me, trailing it down my belly. Surely he’s not going to…yep, he goes there, covering my folds in the sticky gel.
Then he shoves my thighs apart.
“Oh my God!’ I cry out as the warming gel does its magic. Heat builds in my belly as the gel warms my clit and the sensitive skin around my pussy. I grip the bedspread in both fists and grit my teeth. I’m so close already.
“Thirty seconds,” Greyson calls out.
“No problem,” Memphis says, and lowers his head to my pussy. He spreads the gel with his tongue, alternating blowing and licking. Heat and chill. Chill and heat.
“Fuck,” I say under my breath.
“Can’t do that,” Memphis says. “Against our gentlemen’s agreement.” He winks at me. “But then, I’ve been known to cheat.”
He squirts some of the gel onto his finger and plunges it into my wet warmth at the same times he sucks hard on my clit.
I come apart instantly, squeezing my thighs together, trapping his head.
“Time,” Greyson says.
Memphis has to pry my legs apart with his hands. “Damn, thought you were going to suffocate me down there,” he says, getting to his knees. “Let’s do it again.”
“Sounds good to me,” I breathe, my eyes squeezed closed. The gel is still warm on me and in me, and I rub my thighs together, needing more.
Greyson fist-bumps Memphis. “Didn’t know if you were going to pull that one out,” he says.
“Ha. Have I ever disappointed? I didn’t even need to use the vibrator.”
“No, but not being able to actually fuck her…it’s a challenge.”
“Maybe for you.” Memphis wipes his hands on a towel, then sets the timer for his brother. “You’re up.”
Greyson is hard, too, and just as impressively large as his twin.
No differences there.
My nipples are stinging and even though I’ve just climaxed, I’m eager to see what Greyson has in store for me.
Memphis collapses into the chair. “Go,” he says, switching the timer on.
Greyson crawls over me on the bed and drops his face to my lap. He inhales.
“Good job, brother. She’s already wet.”
I expect him to do something interesting involving his mouth and my pussy, but instead he turns his face and presses a kiss to the i
nside of my thigh. Then he moves down, licking and kissing the inside of my leg all the way to my knee. His big, warm hands knead my calf muscles.
“You wax,” he says. “Your skin is so smooth.”
I can’t believe he’d know, but he’s correct.
“I like your short curls, but I’ll bet you’d look good waxed all over,” he says between tiny wet nips. “Your pussy smooth, pink, and glistening.” He raises his head for a second, his eyes dark. “Oral is ten times better for the woman when she’s bare,” he says, arching a brow. “At least that’s what I’ve been told.”
“I like a bare pussy,” Memphis chimes in. “But Amelie’s neat red bush is fucking sexy, too.”
Greyson continues his path down my leg. His mouth moves over my calf and down to my ankle. He massages my foot in his big hands.
“Oh, that feels sooo good,” I say, biting my lip.
“Just wait,” Greyson says, and he finds a particularly sensitive spot on the bottom of my foot and applies pressure.
Sensation shoots up my leg straight to my core, and I let out a long groan. “Oh my God,” I say. “Why does that feel so good?”
“Erogenous zone,” he says. “For some women, it’s better than oral.”
I’m not prepared to go that far, but it’s pretty damn good.
“Ready to try something new?” he asks, the gleam in his eye making me a little wary, but also pretty excited.
“Everything is new to me.”
“Don’t remind me,” Greyson groans. “Just thinking of that virgin pussy the past two days has had me beating off constantly. Roll over.”
“One minute,” Memphis calls. “Better get a move on.”
I roll to my stomach and Greyson moves up the bed, straddling my upper thighs. His weight is on his knees, so he’s not crushing me, just trapping me.
“I love this ass,” he says, stroking both cheeks.
“You love all ass,” Memphis says.
“True,” Greyson returns. “But this ass…this is something special. I can tell.”
He runs his hand over my skin, caressing me. When he slides a finger into my ass crack and strokes all the way down to my pussy, I want to squirm, but I can’t move. That turns me on, too.
