by Kaliana Cole
“You would?”
“For you? Absolutely.”
Her eyes sought the two figures standing on either side. “Are you two okay with that?”
“Anything to get my mouth on those hard little nipples that were rubbing all over me earlier,” Zach promised.
Colby agreed, “I’ll go along with anything that will put you back in my arms, Em.”
Em took a deep breath. “Then show me what I’ve been missing before I have a chance to think this through.”
Chapter 5
A smile curled the corners of Ty’s mouth. “You have no idea how happy you just made me, darlin’.” He lifted her into his arms, his lips meeting hers, tongue lapping at her addictive taste as he headed through the door.
The way her thighs instinctively wrapped his waist had him digging deep for control. So much unrealized potential! Untapped passion and pure hunger! If they took their time, they had a chance to bind Emma to them forever. Saturate her with pleasure she had never known and she was as good as theirs. But even more he wanted her heart, to entwine her life with theirs.
Sexual release, even of the type the Whelans favored, was readily available in Liberty Springs. Single women drifted through the town regularly in search of an escape, an experience to remember. Some of them merely wanted to satisfy their curiosity. Others lived the lifestyle. His brothers had made a name for themselves as ladies’ men, a double team that were a hard act to follow. But the eternal search for pleasure had grown empty.
They wanted more, a woman to call their own, one who had a big enough heart to love all three of them. One who was strong enough to not let them walk all over her. And one who had enough heat and passion to love them through the night.
* * * *
Ty carried her right through to the master bedroom, recessed lighting burning low. Zach turned the cover back on the king-size bed as Ty held Emma in his arms. Colby came to stand behind her, pushing her hair over her shoulders. His hungry lips went for her sensitive nape as his work-roughened hands came to rest on her upper arms. Em shivered at the sensation of male heat surrounding her. It was too much. Too much, yet not nearly enough.
She broke away from Ty’s seductive mouth to gasp as Colby’s teeth grazed at her skin. She wanted to beg for a harder touch, to feel those strong, white teeth hold her captive, to force her to submit. Gray eyes bled to nearly black watched her soak up his brother’s touch, watched the slackness enter her face with each scrape of teeth. “A bit harder, Colb. I think Em likes a bit of edge to her lovin’.”
Colby made a sound that was nearly a growl as he captured her nape in his teeth. The sound alone sent licks of heat curling along her spine. The sensation was devastating, capturing her free will and unleashing a part of her that cared for nothing but the pleasure. Her fingers bit into Ty’s thick neck as she struggled to hold her very bones together. She felt as if she would melt into a puddle on the ground. Her world shrank to the harsh grip of Colby’s teeth and the large body she was twined around.
* * * *
Ty watched her submit to his brother’s bite with anticipation building in the very air. All three of them were dominant as hell in the bedroom. They enjoyed giving their lovers more than they could ever experience with just one man. If a woman didn’t like that edge of pain, that bit of spice that pushed the envelope, then choices were extremely limited.
Zach in particular had been concerned that her idea of loving had been colored too much by writing the romantic drivel he had been reading in his effort to discern her identity.
But Ty could see earthy fire in the woman in his arms. A wanton of fleshly needs, not a princess of saccharine words and innocent caresses.
Ty lifted his eyes from the beguiling sight, seeing Zach watching with hunger building in the taut lines of his face. He knew he wasn’t the only one to notice her abandoned reaction.
He waited for Colby to relinquish his hold on her silken skin before he sat on the edge of the bed. Ty toed his boots off and lay back across the head of the bed. Em demurred when he disengaged her death grip on his hips, but found a distraction in his shirt buttons when he brought her to lie across his chest. As Emma attacked Ty’s buttons, Colb and Zach moved in on her boots, using every chance to caress her denim-clad legs.
* * * *
Frustration got the better of her and the last three buttons went flying as Emma jerked the cotton open. She didn’t have a chance to enjoy her victory because two sets of hands turned her in Ty’s embrace. She found herself flat on her back with the velvet heat of Ty’s corrugated stomach beneath her head. Em couldn’t think of a better pillow.
But that was momentarily forgotten as Zach and Colby knelt on either side of her. Their hands reached for her simultaneously. Colby went for the fly of her jeans and Zach peeled her shirt slowly up her ribcage.
He gave her a chance to stop him, but the intensity of his stormy eyes was captivating, enthralling. Daring her to lay there and see what he could offer her. They were lost for a second as the clingy material cleared her head, but the heat in his gaze doubled as he stared at the lush mounds peeping out the top of her lavender satin bra.
The hip roll that helped Colby off with her jeans was purely coincidental. An involuntary writhe as the bare skin of her shoulders contacted Ty’s molten stomach. He had propped himself on the pillows so that her head lay on his chest and he had a clear line of sight down her body.
* * * *
“So fucking beautiful,” Ty growled in her ear.
He ached to run his hands all over the contours. Hell, not his hands, he wanted that body under his tongue. His mouth watered with the need to taste her, to feel those plump breasts in his mouth, to lap her nectar from the pussy that darkened her silk panties with its arousal.
But this time he would watch. Watch and gauge her reaction, talk her through and encourage her to let go of her inhibitions. Hold her secure in his arms as his brothers heaped their attentions upon her and taught her more about her body than she had ever known. It was a fucking crime that a woman with so much potential had reached thirty ignorant of the pleasures to be found with a lover.
“Look at Zach, darlin’,” he whispered darkly in her ear. “He is just dying to get those hard little nipples of yours in his mouth. I saw you teasing him earlier. I saw those nipples get hard for him. Do you want his mouth on your breasts, Em?”
* * * *
“Oh, God, yes, anything.” She was overwhelmed by the fleshly pleasures they promised. Anything to sate the hunger they had incited.
Beneath hooded lids she watched Zach reach for her bra. His lips brushed the tops of the swollen mounds as his hands slid beneath her to undo the clasp, his breath warm against her. She could feel Colby’s hand resting like a dream on her thigh, caressing without moving, soaking up the feel of her fevered skin.
Zach skimmed the straps down over her shoulders. The weight of three pairs of eyes followed the leisurely progress of the material over her breasts. Ty’s muscles clenched beneath her when the edge of the cups caught on the erect peaks. She heard the rough intake of breath from three male throats when Zach pulled the material free.
Ty’s rough hands rasped over her skin, sliding up her sides to cup her exposed breasts. His thumbs raked over the puckered nipples, rolling the aching buds beneath the callused digits. He plumped the flesh, kneading the resilience. She gave a whimper of want as she arched into his touch. “My God, Em. I have never been jealous of those two, but I am about to be right now.”
Like a synchronized dream, the two younger brothers reached for her, their hands finding her fevered flesh but a frantic heartbeat before their esurient mouths. Emma’s neck arched as the hot wetness encircled the peaks of her breasts. Lapping, laving, before greedily drawing upon them.
* * * *
Ty held her secure, taking in every nuance of her reaction. Her features slack with pleasure, mouth falling open as her eyes drifted shut. He wanted her to watch, to see the men who were lavishing att
ention upon her, to know that it was them, and they alone who gave her pleasure.
He grasped a fistful of her thick hair, lifting her head as he brought his lips to brush her ear. “Watch them, Em, watch them suckle at you. See how much you affect us. I’m so hard right now, darlin’. So hard knowing that you will let us love you, let us give you pleasure. Are you wet, Em? Are you soaking those panties right now?” He tightened his grip against her scalp, demanding an answer.
“Yes, Ty. I’m so wet.” She writhed, pressing her thighs together. He watched as she tried to bring some relief as his torrid words mated with the sweet suction engulfing her breasts, sending her higher in the flames.
“I bet they are just dying to taste you. Have you ever had someone go down on you, darlin’? Has anyone licked all that cream from your hot little pussy?”
“No, no one.” Her voice was all but inaudible, but Zach and Colby stopped as if poleaxed.
Her nipple slipped out of Colby’s mouth with an audible pop as he looked at Zach in disbelief. His blue eyes darkened at the thought of being the first to give her oral pleasure. His growling of “mine” was lost in his haste to be the first one there.
* * * *
Zach didn’t care. If no one had gone down on Em before there were going to be plenty more firsts to claim. He lifted his eyes to lock with hers. They glowed with the heat of well-aged whiskey, and were just as intoxicating.
Her tongue darted out to moisten her lips. He couldn’t help but sample the wetly shining curves of which he had not yet partaken. He meant to savor the experience, to lead her deeper into the sensual dance ever so slowly, but the little live wire had different plans. The moment his lips meshed with hers, the hot spear of her tongue darted out, licking along the inner part of his upper lip. The sensitive nerve endings short-circuited at the untaught caress.
With a groan, he fell into her mouth, his tongue intent on pillaging the depths of her mouth, but Emma had the same idea. Their tongues dueled for supremacy. Teeth nipped and lips were bruised as their mouths battled. Zach refused to back down just on general principle, but Em was intent only on her pleasure, and that meant having as much of her against as much of him as was humanly possible.
Zach knew she didn’t give a flying fuck who was dominant. She just wanted it all and she wanted it now.
But Colby came to his rescue. Emma screamed into his mouth as his brother ran his tongue the length of her folds.
Zach gave her one last kiss to assert himself before rolling to his side, one hand playing over the tight berries adorning her ivory mounds.
He wanted to watch, too. It was going to be his mouth devouring her folds next, even if he had to fight for the pleasure. He wanted to see what she liked. It would have been better to watch her play with herself, but this would do.
* * * *
As Colby licked through the dew soaking her swollen petals, three sets of eyes watched, two with avid hunger, the other with passion-blind amber burning hotter as he set her world aflame.
He smiled as he flicked his tongue over her clit. He would use every trick in his repertoire to ensure she remembered her first. He wanted her begging for more, because now that he’d had a taste, he was addicted. Devouring her pussy had just become his drug of choice.
* * * *
Ty saw Colby bring his hands into play and had to hold back a pang of envy. He could imagine it. The slick heat of her molten core, the tight clasp of toned flesh. Sliding and slipping in the syrupy essence. Later, he promised himself, later when she didn’t need him to hold her.
She stirred restlessly as Colby stroked and teased, circled and rubbed. Her hands convulsed, looking for something to hold on to. One seized Zach’s wrist, gripping him with desperate strength. And the other made Ty catch his breath as it fisted in the material of his jeans, right over his aching cock. He felt her hand stop, and then move, an exploratory caress. He knew the second she realized where her hand was.
Her eyes flew open, darting to his, her already flushed cheeks reddened further. But not with embarrassment, no, that was arousal burning in her eyes. Watching him closely, she rubbed her hand the full length of the arch, until his balls lay under the heel of her hand. He swore he nearly fainted from the blood rush when her fingers feathered over his balls. He gave her the same promise he had given himself. “Later.”
A smile curved the corner of her mouth a second before it opened wide and she screamed.
* * * *
Colby had noticed her attention was no longer firmly fixed on his ministrations. Holding her labia wide, he placed his lips over her clit, peeping out from beneath its swollen hood, and suckled. He had expected her to divert her attention back to where it was supposed to be and appease his wounded pride.
What he did not expect was for her to clamp down like a vise on the two fingers he had painstakingly worked inside her tight sheath and scream the house down. He had never had a woman yield so readily to his mouth.
The grip of her convulsing vagina blew him away. His fingers were squeezed in a fist-tight grip. He could only imagine the sweet agony it was going to be to feel her come around his cock.
Neither he nor his brothers were small men in any way; she had some accommodating to do if they were ever going to get inside her tight well. His seed boiled in his balls at the very thought of feeling her wrap his throbbing member. He was now sure it would happen, some night, but not tonight.
He felt her shudders die away and regretfully lifted his mouth from her slickened flesh. His fingers couldn’t resist curling inside her, bringing a fresh gasp before retreating. He had no qualms about licking her juices from his fingers. He saw her shock, and the heat that flared in her eyes.
Emma was just ripe for corruption. She might be an angel now, but there were horns waiting to erupt. The right temptation and she would be joining the ranks of the fallen. Who needed wings when there were better ways to fly?
* * * *
Emma was thunderstruck. Though a climax unlike any she had ever known had just ripped through her, watching the youngest Whelan suck her arousal from his fingers clenched her womb anew. Indescribable hunger held her in sway. The need to taste. To give pleasure. To give rein to every wicked thought that had ever popped into her head. She rolled over, the bulge beneath her hand drawing her in, luring her with its promise of wicked indulgence.
Her eyes met Ty’s as she reached for his belt buckle. He placed a big hand over hers. “You don’t have to do this, darlin’. This night is all for you. There will be plenty of other times for us, Em.”
“I want to, Ty. I want to see you naked. I want to touch you.”
He pushed her hands away gently and stood. She watched while he shucked his jeans with practiced ease, exposing the delectable ass she had been slavering over for years. And then he turned.
Emma’s mouth fell open as a punch of lust took her low. He was fucking spectacular!
The burly, heavily muscled length of his mouthwatering body was the perfect frame for the hefty cock defying gravity. She ached to wrap her hand around it, to hold the turgid flesh in her palm. To feel the throb as his blood pushed through the engorged veins. Any fear his size inspired was lost in her need. A bead of pre-cum glittered in the dimmed lighting. Her tongue flashed over her lips involuntarily.
* * * *
Her eyes burned him. He could feel their touch like lasers on his body. There was real intent in her gaze, a raw hunger. Ty slowly moved onto the bed, every move deliberately slow as he fought not to grab her hair and force her mouth to do what he so desperately needed. This needed to be her decision. But as he settled back among the pillows he knew that it was her own curiosity that would give him what he wanted. He wrapped his hand around his dick and worked it slowly. Once, twice, he stroked his flesh before Emma could stand no more.
She left the arms of his younger brothers, eyes locked firmly on his groin.
The touch of her hands felt like a satin dream after the rough skin of his own. She ran her ha
nd up his length until the fluid leaking from the slit moistened her fingers. Three men watched with disbelief as she lifted a finger to her mouth. Watched as her tongue flicked over it experimentally before her eyes closed and she sucked it into her mouth.
Ty clenched his entire body, holding back the need that consumed him while the other two clearly felt they were overdressed for the occasion. Clothing went flying as Em lowered her head towards his cock.
* * * *
She swiped her tongue across the wide head, collecting more of that salty decadence. It tasted even better direct from his silken skin.
Hands stroked her hair back from her face while others smoothed over her back and the lush curves of her ass. Wordlessly she was asked to widen her stance, her thighs nudged further apart. A head pushed between, and a set of lips found her folds as she laid the first tentative, suckling kiss over the crown of Ty’s thick cock.
Big hands gripped her ass cheeks, holding her still for the questing tongue. “Jesus Christ!” The muttered expletive’s husky growl gave up its owner’s identity. Zach had his head buried between her thighs.
She licked and laved at the throbbing member, one hand holding the wide base while the other played with the ripe balls in the increasingly tight sac. Ty’s eyes rolled back as she finally took him into the hot cavern of her mouth. Colby murmured his encouragement as he held her hair back, allowing both of them to watch her learn this new pleasure.
