Eric released her lips so he could pull her blue T-shirt up and over her head. The moment he did, he felt Stacy’s hands on the waist of his jeans unbuckling his belt buckle and pulling his shirt up. Her fingertips felt hot against his chest. Everywhere she touched came alive and fed the fire burning inside of him. His cock twitched beneath his jeans. His stomach muscles tightened knowing that he would be inside of her wet, hot pussy shortly. He helped her remove his shirt, and then he kneeled between her legs to undo her jeans. He leaned forward and kissed her belly then nibbled across to her butterfly tattoo, letting his teeth scrape softly against her hip bone. She thrust her hips up against him.
“I gotta be inside you, honey. I want that warm pussy to wrap around my cock and take me deep.”
“Yes! Oh yes, Eric, please,” she panted then lifted her hips as he pulled her jeans down and off her body. “Stay right there…just like that, woman,” he told her, and she did as he told. He looked her over as a blush of pink decorated her cheeks and across her breasts. Eric stood up then sat beside her on the bed to remove his boots. He got them off then pulled off the rest of his clothing. In a flash, he was kneeling between her legs again. He slowly crawled up and over her body. “Put your hands above your head,” he ordered, and she slowly raised them, causing her breasts to push forward and her legs to spread a little farther apart. They locked gazes.
While leaning on one hand, he used his other to trace over her skin with his fingers. He stared at her lips then over her neck and down the center of her cleavage. She stirred beneath him, and he stopped, giving her a warning look to not move. She understood as he heard her breathe heavier then tighten her stomach muscles. With one hand, he unclipped the clasp in the front of her bra, and her breasts fully emerged. She moaned at the same time as his cock grew harder.
He cupped her breasts, one then the other.
“You’re so fucking hot, baby. I love these breasts. I want to suck on them, baby. Would you like that?” he teased, and she nodded her head. With her arms stretched above her head, her breasts looked perky and pointed up perfectly as if begging to be licked. Eric leaned down and lightly licked the nipple before rolling his tongue around the pink areola. He tasted something sweet. It must be the perfume she wore that he liked so much. He licked along the valley between her breasts then to her other breast, licking the nipple then circling the areola with his tongue. “You taste so sweet, baby, what is that you’re wearing? I love the way you smell.”
“Goddess…it’s called Goddess,” she whispered.
He cupped her breast and pulled lightly on her nipple. “The name suits you well. You are a Goddess,” he told her then leaned down to taste her breast again. His cock felt so fucking hard he could probably bang nails with it. He swallowed hard at the thought. It hung against her belly now, wanting inside her pussy where he could get lost and be warm and content. He thrust his hips as he looked over the feast before him. “You look so damn edible, Stacy. I want to be inside you so badly my body burns.” He licked her nipple and circled the surrounding area and under the base of her breast. She moaned and wiggled her hips.
“Please, Eric, I’m burning, too,” she told him as her eyes closed and she thrust her hips again. He released her breast and trailed licks and kisses along her ribs then her belly. He kneeled between her legs and spread them wider. He pulled the black material from her body as he lifted her legs higher. He tossed the silk material to the side then spread her thighs again. The sight of her soft, wet folds made him lick his lips.
“Oh God, Eric, please touch me,” she panted.
“Where do you want me to touch you?” he asked, loving that she was begging for him. He would make her see how right the three of them were together. How easy and natural they could share one another without jealousy or regrets.
“There,” she stated and thrust her hips upward.
“There? Where, baby? Tell me exactly where,” he teased, and he could tell she was too embarrassed to say the word. She was so innocent and sweet. No other woman would ever compare to his Stacy.
“Please, Eric,” she said then thrust her hips again. He could see her pussy dripping with her cream. He wanted to taste her, to eat her all up.
“Say it now, Stacy. I want to hear you say where you want me to touch you.” He raised his voice, and she shivered with desire. Her pussy glistened with moisture as his cock sat inches from her entrance.
“My pussy, damn it! Touch me there, lick me there, do something, I can’t take it,” she told him, and he smiled as he touched a digit to her lips and used his thumb to part her folds.
“Oh God, yes!” She raised her voice.
“You’re so wet for me, baby. Tell me that you want me.” He pressed his finger into her and stroked her.
“I want you, Eric, please take me.”
“With pleasure, baby. I just need to taste that delicious cream of yours first.”
He scooted down and replaced his finger with his mouth and tongue. He licked between her folds then plunged his tongue inside her. She screamed a small release, and he suckled harder, eliciting more moans of desire from her. He loved to taste her. He could lick and suck on her pussy all day long like an everlasting meal, but his cock wanted inside her tight wet pussy. To feel the snug grip of vaginal muscles squeeze his cock until his strokes were torture themselves. He wanted to play with her pussy longer, but he was beginning to lose his control. He wasn’t going to explode on her belly. He wanted her so badly his heart ached with need to be ultimately connected, to be inside her, to feel her hot sex. He rose then lined his cock with her entrance and pushed in. Stacy grabbed a hold of his head as he pulled out a little then thrust all the way inside her. They both growled in relief. He kissed her as he leaned on his one forearm while he caressed and tweaked her nipple. He caught her moans in his mouth and thrust harder and deeper.
He felt such an overwhelming connection to her as he released her lips and locked gazes with her. The expression in her eyes struck him hard. She was his. She was so damn beautiful, his goddess. The feel of her skin, the warmth of her pussy, her soft moans and squeals of pleasure while he thrust his cock deep inside her caused an eruption of emotions and physical need. He felt possessive, nearly out of control with need to claim Stacy and wrap her in a protective cocoon. He loved everything about her and the way her breasts bounced and moved as he rocked his hips against her small feminine body. She was delicate yet strong. He was so much larger than her, and at the moment, he was acutely aware of her submissive position below his muscular body and the way she threw her head back in submission for every stroke of his cock inside her pussy. He rubbed his hands from her wrist to her upper arm. The need to dominate, to claim and fill her with his seed, was primal and animalistic. He shook the thoughts from his head as her softness and femininity consumed him to his soul. Soon he couldn’t take going slow. He had an overwhelming need to claim her fully and make her see that he belonged inside her always.
He lifted up, thrust his hips as he raised her thighs, penetrating deeper. He touched her everywhere, unable to get enough and wanting her to feel what he was feeling. His thigh muscles burned as he used his arm muscles to rub along her outer thighs to her ass as he thrust his cock again and again. Stacy’s ass was off the bed, her legs wrapped nearly around his waist as he increased his speed. His cock and her pussy collided. There was no room to go any further, yet the need to get as deeply inside of her as possible elicited a moan from deep inside of him. The sound of the bed squeaking along with Stacy’s moans of pleasure as her fingernails dug into his arms was erotic and sexy.
“I’m gonna come, baby,” he growled then grabbed her hips and pumped into her faster. “Eric!” she called his name in a hoarse voice, sending him over the edge as her vaginal muscles clenched his cock. Their bodies so close, they slapped together then apart, sounding like a suction cup. He exploded inside of her and continued to thrust his hips until he filled her with his essence. He leaned over her and kissed her lips as h
e cupped her breast again, unable to get enough of her.
“Incredible, baby. You are fucking incredible.” He pulled slowly from her body then rolled to his side, taking her along with him. She clung to his chest, and they closed their eyes while he tried to decipher what came over him and the possessive feeling he had. Eric rolled slightly to the side, wedged his leg between Stacy’s legs, then embraced her tight against his side and chest. He cupped her ass then drew small, imaginary circles against her flesh. When he looked into her eyes, he saw the same intensity that he felt inside himself. He was relieved as he kissed her mouth then relished in the feeling of being wrapped around his woman, connected deeply in mind, body, and soul.
Chapter 8
Max gripped ahold of the arms on the wooden chair in Wyatt’s office as he listened to the phone messages. The sound of the voice of the caller gave him the chills.
“You can’t hide from me Stacy. I’m watching you at all times. I know who you’re with and those you hold close to you. I can’t wait until we can be together alone. No interruptions, no prying eyes, and just you and me, Stacy. Do you have any idea what you do to me? I want to feel those full round breasts in the palms of my hands. I want to lick every inch of your skin and make you come so hard that you’ll scream my name. You belong to me you know that don’t you. They’ll never be any others. I have lots of plans for us you’ll see.” The distorted voice filled the air around the small office. It took every ounce of inner strength to not lose it as the voice continued to describe his plans for Stacy. It was torture to listen to it.
No wonder Stacy was such a wreck, and she hadn’t even listened to the last calls. This sick bastard talked about tying her up and having his way with her. Just because he used a voice distorter, they wouldn’t be able to prove it was her boss. Max listen for some sign or indication that it was Barry, though there was no mention of the office or the attempted assault. The investigator from the DA’s office wanted the phone and the recordings. Wyatt had already spoken to him once he listened to the recordings himself. Wyatt even suggested that Max not hear them at all, but of course, he insisted. He was a deputy of this town and a protector to all the citizens. Stacy was his woman, and he had the right to know exactly what was happening in this case.
“Sick fuck, ain’t he?” Wyatt stated as he stopped the last message.
Max was trying to remain calm. He wanted to see Stacy, but he knew he would have to wait until tonight. At least Eric was with her and hopefully loving her and destroying her need to be so damn independent.
“What did the investigator say?”
“He’s sending a representative from the state police to meet one of our guys at the border of Turbank. There’s the forensics lab about forty minutes north of there. They’ll analyze it and get back to the investigator.”
“Do you want me to take it to the trooper?” Max asked.
“It’s up to you, Max, but I was going to send Clyde. I think you want to go be with Stacy. There’s no need for you to wait three hours. Just leave at four instead of five. Go be with her and get her to see that she has protection here. In the meantime, I’ve got some pictures of this asshole off the Internet and new ones being mailed over from New York. I can get anything you want on this guy. I’ve got some friends in New York, too. So if you’ll let me, we can see what type of individual we’re dealing with and get prepared.”
“Didn’t the agents give us some info on this asshole already?” Max asked.
“I like to do my own investigating. That way there ain’t no surprises waiting to jump out at us. You don’t worry about a thing. Just keep an eye on your woman.”
“We’re hoping that she’ll take the job as the cook.”
“Oh yeah, that’s right. I hope she can cook. I’m getting tired of going out to dinner all the time. I’ve had everything on Francine’s menu twice in the last few weeks,” Wyatt told him then chuckled.
“I know what you mean. Marie said that Stacy’s a great cook. We’ll find out tomorrow night, I guess. That’s if she shows up,” Max added with a smile.
“You and Eric have all night to work on her,” Wyatt teased, and Max smiled.
“We’ll try our hardest.”
* * * *
Max sent a text message to Eric around four thirty to find out what he and Stacy wanted for dinner. They were in the middle of painting the hallway after finishing the second coat of paint in the living room. Max wouldn’t feel an ounce of relief until he saw Stacy and heard her voice and knew that she was safe with his brother Eric had gotten him through his shift. He grabbed the food from Francine’s and headed to Stacy’s. He stopped, met Ron, and shared the latest update on Stacy’s boss. Ron was furious and swore to keep an eye on things whenever Max or Eric weren’t around. Max approached the house and saw all the lights on in the living room. As he gathered the food bags, he climbed the porch steps and saw Eric holding Stacy by her hips and ass as she stood up on the ladder. Eric was massaging her ass cheek and running a finger along her crevice, and she was trying to swat at his hand. He leaned against the door, watching in amusement as Eric looked his way, smiled, then went at it again. Stacy hadn’t a clue that Max was watching the whole thing. Finally she pulled the tape from the hard-to-reach corner ceiling and crumpled the tape into a ball, throwing it at him. She began to climb down the ladder when Eric swept her into his arms and over his shoulder. He felt her up good as she giggled and squealed, trying to get him to release her.
“Eric, cut it out. I want to finish getting the tape down before Max comes. I want to know what he thinks of the color. Eric!” she screamed again as he massaged the inside of her thighs to her mound as he walked closer to Max.
He began to place her back down on her feet when she shoved him forward, causing him to fall back onto the floor and take her along with him. Max laughed, and as Stacy swung her head around to look at him, Eric rolled her to her back and straddled her. She attempted to push him off of her as she giggled, but he had other plans and pinned her hands above her head. Her shirt was bunched up to her breasts, and her belly button was showing. Max thought she looked absolutely sexy as could be.
“I’ve got her, bro, what do you want to do to her? She’s real ticklish behind her knees and under her breasts,” Eric teased then thrust his hips against her.
“Eric, stop this. Max brought food, and it will get cold,” she protested.
“I brought you your grilled chicken over salad, honey, so there’s no worry about your supper getting cold,” Max teased, closing the front door and placing the food bags onto the kitchen table.
Max absorbed the color on the walls and how completely different it was from the pale yellow. It looked more sophisticated and classy, just like Stacy.
“I love what you did in here, Stacy. It looks real nice. I can’t wait to see it furnished,” Max told her as he walked closer to where Eric had her pinned on the living room floor. She kept struggling to get free, but then Eric would flex his hips against her, and she would freeze in place.
“You see how hard her nipples are, Max. Her breasts are real sensitive. She’s so responsive,” Eric teased then leaned down and nipped at one of her breasts despite the material barrier.
She closed her eyes and arched her back.
“I can see that, but I want a closer look,” Max stated as Eric released Stacy’s hands. He smiled when she kept her hands above her head and didn’t move. Apparently his brother showed his dominant side in the bedroom this afternoon. If Stacy’s submissive position and demeanor was any indication of her liking being dominated, it sure showed now.
He curled his finger back and forth, indicating for her to come to him. She looked at Eric first, which pleased Max. He was the one currently on top of her and would have to release her for Stacy to follow Max’s nonverbal order. Eric stood up and offered a hand to Stacy. She took it but never took her eyes off of Max.
* * * *
Stacy went from feeling on the edge of being turned on by both Max
and Eric to feeling wanton. Both men were dominating, controlling, and masculine, yet it didn’t scare her. In fact she felt compelled to please them. Crazy.
She slowly walked toward him, absorbing his uniform and the fact that he still wore his gun and holster, but his top two buttons on his shirt were undone. The man could be a stripper, but then she would have to share him. She didn’t want to share him, nor did she want to share Eric.
Max stood looking down at her with a heated expression. He eyed her over, and she felt her pussy clench then release moisture under his assessment. She hoped he liked what he saw. Did he know how turned on she was right now?
He reached over and placed his hand on her hip. With his other hand, he caressed a loose strand of hair out of her face before cupping her cheek and titling it up toward him.
“You being a good girl?” he whispered, and for some strange reason, she shook her head. He raised his eyebrows, and she smiled.
His hand moved from her hip to the underside of her breast. He held it in his palm then rubbed a thumb over the nipple. She closed her eyes and moaned, not even realizing that she swayed toward him. The feel of his large, strong fingers entwined in her hair and at the base of her neck controlling her head’s movement aroused her senses. He lowered his body and covered her mouth in a deep kiss that lasted several seconds. Then he trailed kisses from her lips to her neck and lower until he caught an erect nipple through her T-shirt with his teeth.
“Oh God!” she moaned from the sensations. Her legs actually wobbled. In a flash, he pulled her shirt up over her head and pulled her against his chest. She opened her legs and straddled his one thick thigh while he feasted on her breasts. She felt another set of hands at the waist of her pants, moving between her and Max to undo her zipper. She knew it was Eric, and she moaned again. “How can you do this to me so easily? I’m on fire,” she confessed as her pants and underwear were removed and tossed aside.
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