After hanging up, Shea had tried to reach Elise. After a few detours to voice mail, she had left a message giving a short explanation of what had happened in the last twelve hours, leaving out her confusing feelings for Gray and Ian. She left a request that Elise call her first thing in the morning.
Shea was thirsty. She’d needed something to drink for the last hour, but had debated on whether she should head into the kitchen. She hadn’t wanted to run into Gray or Ian if she stepped outside of the bedroom. She thought she had heard raised voices earlier, but hadn’t been sure. It was around midnight when she heard them shuffle down the hallway to their rooms. An hour should be long enough for them to have fallen asleep, so it should be safe for her to get up now.
Pulling back the covers, she looked at her bare legs and debated putting on her dress pants. She was only wearing the T-shirt that had been left out for her, and even though it came down to her thighs, it was still a tad bit indecent. Deciding against it, she slid out of bed and made her way to the door. Turning the handle, she listened closely. Hearing nothing, she breathed a sigh of relief and slipped into the darkened hallway. Looking to her left, both doors to the other bedrooms were closed. Turning right, she noticed a low light had been left on in the kitchen, illuminating her way.
She saw that the refrigerator had a water dispenser. Taking a guess, she opened the cabinet door closest to the appliance hoping to find a glass.
“Need some help?”
Shea yelped and spun around, placing a hand over her racing heart. Ian stood there with a pair of black silk pajama pants. The sight of him stole her breath, her eyes taking in his lean body, with abs that seemed to have more than a six-pack. She would have trouble describing his body in a book—that is how beautiful he was.
“Sorry. I didn’t mean to scare you.” Ian crossed his arms, causing his pectoral muscles to shift under the movement. “I heard you leave your room and wanted to make sure you were all right. I know today was a shock for you, finding out that someone is after you.”
“I’m sorry if I woke you,” Shea said, wondering how he had heard her through his door. “I was just thirsty and came in here for a glass of water.”
“Here, let me help you.”
Ian unfolded his arms and crossed the kitchen to where she stood. She would have stepped back if the counter hadn’t already been digging into her back. His body was a hair’s breath away from hers, making her skin tingle. It suddenly hit her that she was wearing nothing but one of their shirts, and goose bumps traveled up her legs where his pants caressed her. He stared into her eyes, and for a brief second, she thought he would kiss her. Would he kiss as gently as Gray? Instead, never wavering his stare, he reached over her head to open the cabinet. Within seconds, he was holding a glass in front of her, a small smile on his face in the cute way that one side was slightly higher.
“Thank you,” Shea said softly.
She took the glass from him but didn’t move. He was still standing close enough that she felt the heat off of his chest, making her involuntarily bring her gaze down. She had always thought her description of these scenes in her books were accurate, but the desire to touch him was so strong, she realized that she would have to rethink her adjectives.
Ian brought his hand up and slid his fingers along her chin until his palm cradled her cheek. She had yet to lift her eyes from his chest, but had to close them at the intimacy he was creating. In the silence, all she heard was their breathing, mixed together as one. Her senses were heightened, and the warmth from his hand seemed to travel throughout her body. She was afraid to move, not wanting him to break contact, but knowing that it would be for the best.
“Look at me,” Ian murmured.
Nothing could have stopped her from following his command. Her lashes slowly lifted from her cheeks, and she found herself looking into smoldering brown eyes that seemed to see through to her soul. There was no question in them like she would have thought, but instead a determination that made her blood boil. Her lips parted on their own, even while knowing it was a mistake. She wanted him to kiss her.
Ever so slowly, he lowered his head, never breaking eye contact. When he was centimeters away, she felt his hot breath mingle with hers, and it made her wonder what it would be like if he kissed her pussy. Would he lick slowly and tease her, or would he give her what she wanted immediately? She felt wetness leak out of her entrance and onto her panties. Not knowing why he wouldn’t just kiss her and too impatient to wait any longer, Shea raised up on her tiptoes and closed the remaining distance.
The warmth and passion that encompassed them when their lips touched stole her ability to think. Every nerve in her body seemed to awaken, as if they had been asleep forever and finally decided to come to life. Heat blossomed in her core, and her pussy wept, juices now flowing freely. The throbbing within intensified.
His hands spanned Shea’s waist, and he lifted her up to set her on the counter. Her legs immediately opened to let him slide in between and press against her, causing her panties to slide against her clit. The dampness against her folds reminded her what she was missing. She wanted his cock to fill her. Wanting more pressure against her clitoris, she rotated her hips so that the huge bulge protruding from his silk pajama pants hit that engorged nerve just right. His dick seemed massive as it covered her entire mound. It was thick and long, and suddenly she couldn’t wait to see if what she was feeling was real.
His moist tongue slipped into her mouth, caressing her inner most recesses. The exchange made her stomach flip, and she tightened her hold on his shoulders. His skin was hot to the touch. She ran her hands down his arms and then back up again, loving the feel of him. She hadn’t realized how much she missed the intimacy of being with someone physically, but knew that what he stirred in her was much more than that. And it scared her, opening up to someone on such an emotional level. She wasn’t sure she could do it.
All thought fled as his hands left her waist to travel up her sides. When his thumbs lightly stroked over her nipples, the jolt that went through her was like lightening and her back involuntarily arched into him. Her body needed more. She tore her lips from him and pulled back.
“Just tonight.”
Shea hoped that he understood those two words. She wanted to make love to him, but only for tonight. She wanted it more than anything in this world. In the morning, she would return to her life and try to deal with whoever was after her. This wasn’t something that could be long term. He shared with his brother, and as much as she felt the same way toward Gray, she would never be able to hide her feelings for the two of them in public. At some point, she would mess up and cause damage to their life. And Gray had made it quite clear that he wanted his lifestyle kept private.
“No.” That one word was like a bucket of ice being dumped on her. She went to push him away, but he wound his hands into her hair and held her still. “I want more. We want more. Whatever this is—this attraction, this chemistry, this magnetism—is much more than a one-night stand.”
“But Gray—”
“Gray will come to know what’s important,” Ian said, never taking his eyes from hers. The determination and confidence she saw in them were staggering. “He’s had this vision of how things are supposed to be. But I know as well as you do that as this thing grows between us, it won’t be contained in some neat little box like he seems to expect it to.”
Shea didn’t say anything, and wasn’t sure she should. He was right in a way. There appeared to be some draw between the three of them that she felt all the way to her bones, but she was afraid to reach out for it. It seemed like such a force, such a powerful thing that wanted to suck her in. It was out of her control, and that scared her.
One of his hands untangled from her hair, and he placed it on her breast. Immediately, it swelled in response and her nipple hardened in its attempt to gain pleasure. A moan slipped past her lips, and she closed her eyes against the knowing look on his face.
“Your body already
knows what it wants,” Ian whispered. He lowered his fingers until his palm lay flat against her pussy. She knew he couldn’t miss the heat that her cunt gave off. She felt it throb underneath his hand. “But your mind needs to be aware that if we continue, we’re not letting you go.”
He had let his question go unspoken. He was leaving the decision up to her, and she was torn. She had never felt such longing, but fear was a deep motivator. If she decided to continue, would she be hurt by Gray’s attitude? She would never want to change them, but she couldn’t change who she was either. But should she allow fear to rule her life? Would she miss the chance of having happiness?
Shea saw the promise in his eyes and took a leap of faith. She closed the distance between them, and claimed his mouth. He never removed his hand from her hair, but he did take his other off of her pussy and wrap his arm around her waist. Lifting her up so that she had to bind her legs around his, Ian carried her over to the stool by the counter. Her heart beat faster, as Shea had thought he would have taken her to the bedroom. Not knowing what he had in mind made the anticipation that much sweeter, and she found her body responding.
She needed his touch, and Ian didn’t disappoint. Within seconds, her underwear was somewhere on the floor and the T-shirt was whipped over her head. He never paused to give her time to think of her exposed state, but instead dropped to his knees. He situated her the way he wanted. Shea found her knees over the armrests of the stool, with her ass pulled to the edge. It gave him the perfect height to have access to her pussy, which was now dripping with her juices.
“Look at those curls, all wet and silky,” Ian murmured, his tongue darting out for a quick taste. It wasn’t enough pressure, and Shea reached for his head, wanting to grab a hold of his hair and bring him closer. He resisted. “This is my time, honey. You just sit back and enjoy.”
Shea couldn’t help but groan at his words, and was coming to the realization that he enjoyed his time pleasuring a woman. She wrote about men like him, but never imagined she would ever get to experience such attention. She felt him trail kisses on her inner thighs, and her pussy contracted, wanting that attention. Apparently, it wasn’t going to get it anytime soon, because Ian concentrated on everything but her pussy.
“You have the softest skin down here.” She felt his fingers part her folds, exposing her clit to the air. “And look at that beautiful little button. Do you think I can make it swell more?”
“Ian—” Shea gasped when he blew air onto it, her hips lifting up on their own accord.
He dipped his finger into her entrance, but not deep. It was just enough to get her cream and coat her outer folds. Never once did he touch her bundle of nerves that seemed to throb in time with her heartbeat. Looking down at him, Shea saw that he was looking at what he was doing. She was in such a vulnerable position, but not once did she feel insecure about it. If anything, being with him made her feel cherished. The adoration on his face made her feel beautiful.
“I’ve got to taste you.”
The words didn’t register because her body had gone from zero to sixty-five the minute his lips surrounded her clit. Going from the cool air to the moist heat of his mouth brought her to the edge immediately. Shea grabbed his hair, not knowing what else she could hold onto. The direct contact on her clitoris after having been ignored was too much, and her body started to tighten.
“Not yet, honey. I want to enjoy you a little longer.”
Ian let up on his administrations, and she could have cried out at the loss of contact. She felt his finger slide inside her channel. She wanted to close her legs to keep his digit inside of her, but the position she was in wouldn’t allow her to. He could do whatever he wanted, and apparently, he wanted to drag this out. She wasn’t sure she would survive it.
“Does she taste good?” Shea jerked in response to Gray’s voice behind her, but Ian kept her from moving.
Ian murmured his agreement instead of speaking, since his tongue was now lapping at her engorged pearl. He slid a second finger inside of her the exact instant Gray’s hands came around her and molded to her breasts. He rolled her nipples in between his fingers, pinching them slightly harder than she was used to. It was enough to make her pussy clench around Ian’s fingers.
“Tilt your head back,” Gray ordered, his voice deep with desire.
She did as he asked and looked up at him, enough light from the kitchen letting her see his hunger. He leaned down and claimed her mouth, kissing her as passionately as Ian had earlier. Between the onslaught of Gray’s manipulation of her nipples and Ian’s on her pussy, Shea’s body was ready to fly apart. They kept her there for the longest time, and it was only when Ian started to stroke that sweet spot deep within her that her body took over from her mind. She went spiraling out of control. Her muscles tightened, and she screamed into Gray’s mouth.
Ian continued to stroke his fingers in and out of her pussy while he sucked her clit into his mouth over and over again, extending her contractions. Her toes curled, and the muscles in her legs were shaking uncontrollably. As if in tune with each other, Gray and Ian both let up slightly, bringing her back down to earth gradually.
“That’s a good girl,” Gray said softly. “Let us take care of you.”
Shea couldn’t have done anything else. Her body had melted to goo, and she was still shaking. She felt Ian’s fingers slide out of her and felt him kiss her pussy before standing in front of her. She tried to lift her head, but didn’t have to because Ian effortlessly gathered her close and lifted her off the stool.
Shea found herself in front of the couch, where Ian set her lightly on her feet. He held her to him and kissed her again. How her body could respond so soon after having had that type of release was beyond her. Shea felt the stirrings in her pussy and almost closed her legs at the feel of her cream dripping out, but something prevented her. Gray must have been sitting on the couch behind her, because his hands were caressing the inside of her legs. Would he be surprised to find her this wet, her body craving more of them? It definitely shocked her.
Ian whipped her around to face Gray, where she found him on the couch, as she had guessed. Only she hadn’t realized that he had undressed and was now sitting there in all his glory. And what a picture he made. So like his brother, his body was lean and the light trail of hair down his abdomen lead her to a sight that had her salivating. Would his tip even fit into her mouth?
“Taste her, Gray. She tastes like heaven.”
Ian used his foot to widen her stance, giving Gray free access. Shea never realized how intense being loved by two men could be, even though that is how she made her living. She understood now that how she described the intense emotions didn’t come close to how it was in real life. No wonder Cyn was the better writer out of the three of them.
Again, all thought derailed as Gray’s tongue slipped between her folds and gathered the juices that were making their exit. His tongue had a different pressure than Ian’s, but both had a skill to bring pleasure. His wrapped his arms around the backside of her thighs and brought her close, while Ian took his turn making sure her breasts didn’t feel left out. He trailed kisses down her neck and to that sensitive spot between the curve of her neck and shoulder. She was stunned at how fast her body reacted and was ready once again for whatever they had to offer.
“He’s right, Shea,” Gray murmured against her folds. “Nothing has ever tasted so good.”
Gray released her legs and, with one more kiss to her clit, sat back on the couch. His cock stood straight up, and a shiny drop of pre-cum was starting to drip down his shaft. Her mouth watered, and she suddenly wanted nothing more than to taste his flavor. She went to lean down, but Ian caught her around the waist, using one hand to press against her back. Once again, Ian situated her body the way he wanted, with her bent over Gray’s lap and her legs straight but parted, leaving her ass in the air.
Shea placed one hand on Gray’s thigh, and with the other, she circled her fingers around his shaft. She was
n’t surprised when they barely closed around his cock. She felt Gray tangle his hands in her hair and pull it over to one side. Using her tongue, she darted it out to catch the trail of pre-cum, tasting his salty essence. She wanted more and opened her lips, able to fit in his tip despite her earlier doubts. She went as far as she could without gagging, managing to get half of him in her mouth. He hummed his appreciation, and it was then that she realized her effect on him. It was a heady feeling knowing that she could make a man feel good with just her mouth. She hollowed out her cheeks and sucked her way back up, trying to create a pressure that he would enjoy. He was a mouthful, so it was a challenge. She must have done okay, because his hands tightened in her hair and his hips jerked up.
Her hips did the same, but that was due to Ian running his fingers from her ass down to her silky folds. He rubbed her clit until she couldn’t help but wiggle her hips, wanting him to slide his fingers into her. She loved it when he filled her like that and wanted to experience it again. She had just taken Gray back into her mouth when she saw a wrapper fall to the floor and then felt Ian’s cock at her entrance.
“Just feel, Shea,” Gray said. “Let us make you feel good.”
She wanted to tell them they had already made her feel good, but when Ian’s dick stretched her sheath, it hit her that what they had previously done was nothing. His grip on her hips tightened to keep her in place to receive him, while she took Gray to the back of her throat. The combination of both acts made her body tremble, and she did just as Gray instructed. She let them lead, and she took what they gave.
Ian had seated himself fully inside of her, but then gave her time to adjust, for which she was grateful. His size was something she was not accustomed to, but she found the slight burn fueled her arousal. She tried to rotate her hips, but he wouldn’t allow her to move. From her position, with her legs widely separated and her upper body bent over, she had no leverage. Gray had a hold of her head and kept her still as he thrust his hips, so it was impossible for her to tell Ian what she wanted.
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