by Becca Van
“Sara, it’s okay. You’re safe, baby. Wake up, Sara.”
She stilled in his arms as she came out of her nightmare. When she lifted her face to his, he saw the fear and pain in her eyes. Whit pulled her into his body as she shuddered, and then she buried her face in his chest and cried. He held her and caressed her back until her tears finally abated.
Hay and Dalton were sitting on the bed, too, touching her arm and leg, offering her their reassurance.
“Are you okay, sugar?” Dalton asked.
“Yeah.” Sara sniffed, her voice muffled against his chest. “I’m fine. Sorry if I woke you all.”
Sara sat up and then froze. Whit was concerned she was afraid of him until he saw where she was looking. She was staring at his bare chest and where her hands were spread over his pecs. He held still, not wanting to scare her off, but there was nothing he could do about his unruly cock. It twitched and pulsed as it filled with blood, and Whit was glad that he had pulled his jeans on instead of just running out naked like he usually did. He’d been worried about getting up in the middle of the night to get a drink and encountering Sara in his travels, so he had trained himself to cover his lower half. The last thing he’d want to do was embarrass her.
She finally lifted her face up and met his eyes. Although she tried really hard to keep her expression bland, her eyes gave her away. They were full of lust and heat. Whit couldn’t stand it any longer. He had to have a taste.
He slowly lowered his head, giving her time to pull away or tell him no, but she never did. Her breath was coming out from between her lips in little puffs of air, and she licked that deliciously full Cupid’s bow as if in preparation for him. Whit savored the sweetness of her breath on his own lips as his mouth got closer and closer to hers. When their flesh finally connected the sparks shot all the way from his lips down to his hard, aching cock. He brushed his lips back and forth over hers, once, twice, and then angled his head for a better fit, opened his mouth over hers, and deepened the kiss.
She tasted so right and so sweet, Whit knew in that instant that he’d never be able to get to enough of her to relieve the constant ache in his heart and body. He wanted to spend hours learning every inch of her sweet curves, the way she tasted, the way she responded, and then he wanted to make love to her until they both screamed with release. Then he wanted to start all over again.
His tongue slid alongside hers, and even though she responded, her actions were at first hesitant. As if she was unsure of what she was doing or why she was doing it. He swept his tongue up to the roof of her mouth and tickled her palate, and Sara’s body seemingly lost all its tension and melted into him in a boneless heap. The whisper of a sound reached his ears and then it became louder. It took him a moment to realize that Sara was mewling in the back of her throat, and then she slipped her tongue over his and fell into the kiss. If he hadn’t felt the mattress move, no doubt from his brothers shifting in arousal as they watched him kiss Sara hungrily, he would have forgotten they were there.
The kiss seemed to last for long, hungry, salacious minutes, but was probably a lot shorter than he imagined. Whit wanted to go on kissing her again and again but, with a sigh of resignation, eased the kiss down and then slowly lifted his head. Sara was still leaning against him with her eyes closed, breathing heavily, and her cheeks flushed with desire. He glanced down to her chest and saw that her nipples were hard pebbles poking against the cotton of her large T-shirt. He inhaled deeply and barely suppressed a growl of lust when the musky scent of her womanly desire assailed his nostrils. The T-shirt had ridden up to around her hips and the sight of the damp red lace gracing her pussy nearly undid him.
He was about to slam his mouth back down over hers, but before he’d lowered his halfway to her lips, a firm hand gripped his shoulder. When his gaze connected with Dalton’s heated but covetous stare and then Hay’s hungry but wary look, he knew he was pushing his luck. First off, his brothers hadn’t had a chance to even kiss Sara yet, and secondly they had promised not to push Sara until she had decided what she wanted.
Hay rose from the bed and lifted Sara up into his arms, cradling her against his chest. He looked down into her blue eyes and lifted her up even higher as he lowered his mouth. Whit couldn’t hold back his groan as he watched his brother devour Sara’s mouth because he knew how sweet she tasted.
When Hay ended the kiss he passed Sara into Dalton’s waiting embrace. Dalton, not known for his patience, surprised the hell out of him by kissing Sara on the forehead and then hugging her to him while stroking a hand up and down her back in an almost soothing motion.
“Sara, as much as we’d like to move this thing between us along, we can’t do that until you give us your decision. It wouldn’t be fair to you. We could seduce you into acquiescence but that would feel underhanded to me.”
“It would to me, too,” Whit chimed in.
“Same,” Hay said.
“So, what is your decision going to be, honey?”
Chapter Seven
Sara was grateful in a way that Dalton had halted their lovemaking. What he said was true. She needed to go into this with her eyes wide open. She would have regretted making love with these three men not knowing where she stood.
“Why do you want to have sex with me?” Sara pushed against Dalton’s chest and rose to her feet. She walked a couple of paces from the bed and then turned back to face the three men. Dalton, who had just sat down on the edge of the mattress next to Hay, stood once more.
“Why?” he asked with a frown marring his face. “Why do you think we want to make love with you?”
“Do you really mean that?” Sara held her breath as she waited for a response.
Whit pushed up to his feet and walked toward her. He gently took her face between his hands and lowered his head and lightly but reverently kissed her lips. When he looked deeply into her eyes she could see hunger and emotion blazing out at her. Her breath hitched in her throat, and she exhaled slowly.
“I love you, Sara. I want to show you just how much with my hands”—he let go of her face and ran them down her sides—“with my mouth.” He leaned down and sucked her earlobe into his mouth and nibbled on it. “And with my body.” Whit wrapped his arms around her waist and pulled her tightly into him. He thrust his hips forward, letting her feel his hard shaft poking into her stomach, and she was left in no doubt about how much he wanted her. Whit finally dropped his arms from around her and stepped back.
Hay was standing off to the side and she only just noticed how close he was. She’d been so enthralled with Whit she hadn’t realized he had moved. Movement to her other side drew her attention, and she looked up at Dalton.
Hay gripped her upper arms and drew her close. His arms shifted, and he wrapped them around her hips. He slid them down to her ass and squeezed her cheeks as he moved her into him. Until not one part of her from chest to knees wasn’t touching his hard, masculine body. She emitted a surprised squeak when he dipped her with one hand, with the other hand still on her ass, and he leaned over her until his lips touched her ear. His warm breath caressed her skin, causing goose bumps to erupt all over her body. Her nipples engorged even more and began to throb with the need to be touched. Her pussy ached, and clenched, releasing cream onto her already damp panties.
“I love you, Sara,” Hay whispered into her ear. He shifted his hold on her again, but not once did she feel in danger of falling, and then his mouth slammed down onto hers.
Sara sobbed as he plundered the depths of her mouth. His tongue tangled with hers and then slid along it. He nipped at her bottom lip and then soothed it with a swipe of his tongue. Then he pushed back into her mouth and ate at her as if he were starving. And he probably was. She was just as hungry as he was, if not more.
Finally he slowed the kiss down and pulled her back to an upright position. He made sure she was steady on her feet before he withdrew his hands from her body and stepped back.
Sara didn’t realize she was crying unt
il Dalton gently wiped the tears from her face and stared into her eyes.
“You are an amazing woman, Sara-Jane Cantor. I love you more than words can ever express. You have filled my life with light, hope, and joy.” Dalton once more kissed her on the forehead. “I can’t kiss you right now, honey. If I do I don’t think I’ll ever stop.”
Dalton’s hands dropped back down to his sides, and he backed up until his legs touched the edge of the mattress and slowly lowered himself down again.
Sara was humbled by the love she could see in each pair of male eyes and swallowed around the lump in her throat. She’d never felt so full of love and had to take several deep breaths before she could speak.
“I love you, too,” she replied in a raspy voice. She cleared her throat and then tried again. “I love you all, so much. I would like nothing more than sharing my love and body with all of you.”
The three men stalked her as if she was prey, and then they were all over her like bees on honey.
Whit moved around behind her and had her T-shirt off in seconds, and then his hands ran up and down her back and then gripped her ass. Dalton pulled her up against him and slammed his mouth down on hers. She moaned as he pushed his tongue into her mouth and twirled his around hers salaciously. Hay ran his hands up her sides and then he drew her panties down her legs. She was vaguely aware of stepping out of her panties, and then she was lifted and carried.
Dalton lifted his mouth from hers as he lowered her to the bed, and then he took a couple of paces back and removed his T-shirt. Sara let her eyes wander over his naked torso and whimpered as she exhaled. He was cut and muscular and she wanted to run her hands all over his magnificent body.
Hay moved until he was standing next to Dalton, and then Whit was on his other side. There they stood bare-chested, and saliva pooled in her mouth as she took in the sexy masculinity. They were built like Greek gods. All of them were masculinity personified, and they were all hers. Even though they were all brawny, Hay was the most beefy of the three. His muscles literally bulged and rippled as he moved. As one, as if choreographed, their hands all reached for the belt buckles at the same time. Sara pushed up to lean on her elbows and watched avidly as they released their buckles, then the buttons on their jeans, and then lowered their zippers.
Sara gasped when they pushed their jeans down over their hips and their hard cocks sprang free. None of them wore any underwear. It seemed that her men liked to go commando when they were at home. She gulped as they stood straight and tall waiting for her to look her fill. None of them were of average size. Not that she had a lot of experience, but she knew these men were well endowed. Whit’s cock was longer than his brothers’. The head of his dick was an angry purple color, and a drop of fluid glistened on the tip.
Hay was shorter than Whit but thicker in circumference. Dalton was not quite as long as Whit, but he was thicker around than either of his brothers. She drew in a ragged breath and watched with fascination as their cocks jerked and pulsed. Her trance was broken when they each bent, kicked their shoes off, and then removed their jeans.
Dalton practically launched himself at her and covered her with his body. Sara flopped back on the bed and only had enough time to inhale before he covered her mouth with his. She mewled and arched up against him, trying to relieve the ache in her breasts and pussy by rubbing her girl parts on his body. Just when she thought she was going to have to move her head to the side so she could breathe, Dalton lifted his. He kissed down the side of her neck and over her collarbone and then continued on until he reached her breasts.
Sara moaned as he flicked his tongue over one nipple and then the other. She sobbed with frustration as he licked and nibbled his way down over her torso and belly. A hand turned her head to the left and Whit planted his mouth on hers. Another mouth began to suckle her right nipple, and she ran her fingers through Hay’s hair and held his head to her breast.
Sara was on fire, and only these three men could douse the flame. She cried out when Whit stopped kissing her but then groaned when he took her other nipple into his mouth. Gentle hands separated her legs and she arched up as warm air caressed her wet pussy. The first swipe of Dalton’s tongue over her clit sent her reeling and the fire burning in her womb grew hotter. Dalton slid his tongue from the top of her slit down to her pussy hole, licking, sucking, and nibbling every nook and cranny as he went. She moaned in frustration when he lifted his head.
“You taste so fucking delicious, Sara. I can’t get enough of your sweet honey. I want you to fill my mouth with your cum.”
Dalton lowered his head once more and sucked her clit in between his lips. He caged the little pearl with his teeth, gently holding it, and then he strummed her clit with the tip of his tongue. Sara’s hips shot straight up as tension coiled inside her womb and sheath and he pleasured her with his mouth. She mewled with bliss when he pushed the tip of a finger into her cunt. And then he thrust his finger into her all the way. Sara sobbed when he released her clit but moaned when he added another finger to her pussy. He began to push those two fingers in and then pull out of her vagina. She squeezed her inner muscles, trying to hold him inside her, wanting to hold on to the ecstatic pleasure being bestowed on her, but she needn’t have bothered. He thrust into her again and again, increasing the speed of his stroking fingers each time he pushed into her. And then his tongue was back. The tip flicked over her clit at a rapid pace.
Hay and Whit increased the strength of their suctioning mouths on her nipples and the tension inside her grew to such monstrous proportions she felt like she was going to shatter into a million pieces. She cried out when Dalton curled his fingers inside her and caressed her internal G-spot.
Hay released her nipple with an audible pop, and then he whispered into her ear. “You are so fucking beautiful and sexy, Sara. Dalt wants to taste your cum, sugar. Don’t fight him. Let him make you squirt that sweet cum into his mouth.”
Sara had heard that a woman could ejaculate but had never experienced it herself. In fact she had never had an orgasm with the two boyfriends she’d had previously but had no doubt that Dalton was about to send her flying. Tension held her body in a tight coil, and her pussy rippled around the Dalton’s fingers. Her womb felt heavy, and the pleasure assailing her was so great she didn’t think she could stand any more. She was right on the cusp and was a little frightened by the intensity. And then Hay slanted his mouth over hers and thrust his tongue deep while he pinched her nipple just this side of pain.
Sara’s body shook and jerked, and her scream was muffled by Hay’s mouth. Nirvana washed over her as she climaxed. Her pussy gripped and released, grabbed and let go, over and over again. And just as she thought she was in the last throes of her orgasm, Dalton rubbed on her internal G-spot again and sent her careening over the precipice once more. This time her whole body quaked and fluid gushed from her pussy in a wave of pleasure so intense she swore the earth moved and she saw stars. When the quivers and shakes stopped she realized she couldn’t see because her eyes were closed. She also became aware of her three men running their hands up and down her arms, legs, and belly in soothing caresses.
She opened her eyes and her gaze connected with Dalton’s heated stare.
“You are so fucking passionate, Sara. I love the taste of your sweet juices. I could spend hours eating out your pretty little pussy.” Dalton moved into the spot on the bed beside her that Whit had just vacated.
Whit was rummaging around in the bedside drawer and came up with a small foil packet. She watched while he ripped the packaging open with his teeth and then placed the condom on the tip of his cock and rolled it down his shaft.
Hay stroked a finger down her cheek, drawing her attention. As she watched he moved until he was lying on the bed, his body curved around the top of her head which positioned his groin close to her mouth. She knew what he wanted without having to say a word. Sara reached out and stroked her fingers down the length of his cock to the base, and then she gently cupped his
balls in her palm and carefully rolled the balls around in his sac. He groaned loudly and then thrust his cock toward her face. Releasing his balls, she then grasped the base of his penis in her fist and leaned forward slightly until she could reach him with her mouth.
Sara swiped her tongue over the wet slit of his dick and whimpered as his tasty salty-yet-sweet essence coated her taste buds. It was such an erotic flavor she wanted more. Without any more preamble, she opened her mouth and sucked the head of his penis into her mouth, and swirled her tongue around the bulbous head. A sound hissed out from between his clenched teeth, and then she sucked his cock in as far as she could go without gagging.
The bed dipped between her splayed thighs, and Whit ran his fingers through her slit, gathering her cream and then rubbing over her sensitive clit. Sara’s hum of pleasure was barely audible around the cock in her mouth, but Hay must have liked the sensation because he cursed and then tried to pull her off of him. But Sara wasn’t about to be waylaid. She wanted, no, needed to give him as much pleasure as they were all giving her. Pushing back down over his shaft, she inhaled through her nose and concentrated on relaxing her throat muscles.
Sara had never deep-throated any man before but was determined she would do it for the men she loved. When the tip of his dick touched the back of her throat, her body tensed, but then she took another deep breath and exhaled. As she did the muscles in her throat relaxed and she was able to take Hay’s cock even further. Saliva pooled in her mouth, but she didn’t want to pull off Hay and break their physical and emotional connection so she swallowed around him. The moan he let loose made her feel her femininity for the first time. She felt empowered and desirable together, which was a heady feeling. It gave her confidence to know she was bestowing pleasure as well as receiving it.
