by Decadent
His cousin spun around and followed Kimber down the hall. Luc scrambled to follow them. He wanted them riled, but not so furious they’d fight, rather than fuck.
Kimber nearly made it to Luc’s bedroom door before Deke grabbed her, shoved her back to the wall, and covered her body with his. “I promised we’d teach you all about ménage, kitten. That means three. I’m not going anywhere except to bed with you.”
She opened her mouth to protest—no, more likely to issue a scathing retort—but Deke preempted her with a scorching kiss, covering her mouth with his, invading and devouring. Hell, just the sight of them turned Luc on, especially since he could see Kimber’s tense rejection changing and softening with every lash of Deke’s tongue against hers. She moaned when one of his cousin’s hands sailed down her back, curled around her ass, and lifted her hips right up to his.
No doubt, Deke wanted inside her—bad. Perfect.
He tore his mouth away, but his body still covered hers, drilling her into the wall. And he stared, panting as if he’d run twenty miles. He didn’t look away.
Luc forced his way between them and put an arm around each, filing them through his bedroom door. “Let’s go inside and get comfortable and naked so we can enjoy ourselves, shall we?”
Around him, Deke shot Kimber a tense stare. What the hell was going on?
“Sweetheart, is that okay?” Luc asked.
Her gaze skittered to him before going to back to his cousin. At that point, her skin was flushed, her nipples like enticing hard candies. Luc did his best to focus on the long-term goal, rather than rushing Kimber out of her clothes now.
She visually clung to Deke, eyeing him with reluctant hunger. With every moment that passed in thick silence, Deke grew more tense. Very interesting . . .
“Okay,” Kimber finally whispered.
That one word was all it took to send Deke into action. He snaked a hand across Luc’s body and reached for Kimber. One arm he wrapped around her waist and brought her against him. The other he used to push the spaghetti straps off her shoulders and shove the garment down her torso.
Leaving her breasts and rosy, swollen nipples bare to their gazes.
Luc had been hard before, almost uncomfortably so. This pushed him firmly into unbearable territory.
Deke looked back at him with eyes so burning with sexual need and frustration, they were damn near glowing. “Now.”
His cousin couldn’t wait to touch her and wouldn’t waste his time stating the obvious. And as much as Luc enjoyed savoring a woman, something about Kimber and the way Deke responded to her simply didn’t allow for the sort of cool distance that made patience possible.
Instead, Luc sent his cousin a terse nod.
As he approached, Kimber gasped, her eyes wide and dilated. Hesitation stamped her face, but need followed, as if sensing it was too late to stop the hungry seduction her body was about to endure. Tonight, they’d take her further, push her harder.
Eagerness sang through his bloodstream like good wine.
When he reached Kimber’s side, Deke had positioned himself at her right. He settled on her left.
“Luc?” she whispered, looking for reassurance.
Did she feel the barely leashed violence of their need hovering in the air? He bet she did. And that it frightened and thrilled her at once. She had good reason for her fear. In the decade plus that he and Deke had been sharing women, Luc had never seen his cousin more intense, more driven. He would take everything she was willing to give. Right now. And push for more.
Deke’s need fed his own, until Luc felt primal and deliciously aroused.
“Buckle up, sweetheart,” Luc whispered. “This is going to be one amazing ride.”
He’d barely finished the sentence before Deke bent down, cupping her breast in one hand and lifting it to his descending mouth. Luc followed suit, sliding her other nipple against his tongue. He glided gentle fingers over the curve of her hip to counteract the tingle of hard pulls and nipping teeth he knew they were both unleashing on her turgid nipples.
Kimber gasped, back arching. She stood on tiptoes as if she was trying to absorb the sensation or get closer to their suckling mouths—or both. She reached a fist into his hair, grasping, holding him against her breast. Luc reveled in the little sting on his scalp, her fingers clutching at him, helpless against the onslaught of pleasure.
The sounds of constant laving, voracious sucking—her hard breathing—punctuated the still air. She was perfect, her nipples hardening against his tongue with every fresh lick . . .
Suddenly, at his side, Deke snarled, “Let’s get on with this.”
Ah, the plan, the one they’d worked out while Kimber had been holed up in the den studying and Deke had been pacing the kitchen, acting as if he were about to crawl out of his skin with impatience, while Luc cooked.
Reluctantly, he lifted his head from the sugared perfection of Kimber’s breast. There would be time later. If things worked out, a lifetime of it. As soon as he appeased the hungry beast beside him. Truth be told, the thought of what could happen tonight roused the beast in him, too.
Knowing it was way too soon for that, he pushed it back down.
At the loss of their touch, Kimber moaned, the sound small and pleading. Luc risked a glance at her breasts. He swallowed. Already her nipples were deep red, visibly swollen, and so damn hard. The sight made him want to forget his plans and instead spend his night giving her beautiful breasts constant attention.
“Now.” Impatience resonated in Deke’s demand.
Down, boy, down. Luc sent his cousin a warning stare before turning back to Kimber. Gently, he eased off her miniskirt and removed her thong. God, she was gorgeous. Slender, but with curves. Lean and athletic without looking masculine. Tall enough to be graceful, but not so tall that she looked awkward. Just . . . perfect.
Luc smiled at the thought and took her shoulders in his hand. “Sweetheart, last night was all about getting you accustomed to accepting the touch of two men.”
Despite dazed, slightly dilated eyes, she nodded. “I know.”
“You did well. Really well. Tonight is about seeing how much pleasure you can dish out. This will be more challenging since you want us to leave your virginity intact and you’re not yet ready to accept one of us in that sweet backside.”
Kimber paused, clearly puzzling his words out. “I don’t know anything about oral sex.”
He smoothed a hand over her shoulder, soothing her. “We’ll work through it together.”
Biting her lip, she sent him a shaky nod. Then she smoothed her tongue across her bruised lip, and the sight punched Luc with a fresh bout of pure lust.
Beside him, Deke appeared to lose all patience—and self-control. He put his hand on her shoulder and urged her to her knees before him. Kimber fell slowly, an uncertain inch at a time, her gaze never leaving Deke’s. It traveled up as she went down, and the sight kicked Luc with a jolt of lust.
Then he sighed. Guess that settled the question of who would partake of Kimber’s silken mouth first.
Kneeling behind her, Luc tore off his shirt, watching as Deke ripped off his own and tossed it across the room, then began to unbutton his old-school, button-fly jeans, one button at a time. Luc settled in behind Kimber, easing his hands on her shoulders, observing her as she watched Deke reveal a wedge of muscled abdomen, a strip of light brown pubic hair, then, as he shoved his jeans off, the entire length of his cock.
Deke stroked his erection, as if he couldn’t stand another minute without stimulation. Luc related to that. He grimaced as he adjusted himself, sat behind Kimber, and touched his hands to her bare hips, then roamed her soft flesh.
“Touch him,” Luc murmured.
“What?”
Luc couldn’t keep his hands from wandering, across her hip, around to her belly, up to her breast. He flicked his thumbs across her pebbled nipples. Still hard. He’d love to know exactly how wet she was. Soon . . . Patience, damn it. Right now, he couldn’
t distract her.
“Take Deke in your hand and stroke him, just like he’s doing to himself.”
So slowly Luc could feel his sweat drip, Kimber reached out and grabbed Deke’s hard flesh in her hand. Up, up . . . until she clasped the tip, ran her thumb across the head. Deke groaned so loud, his entire chest rumbled with sound.
“Good instincts,” Luc praised. “Down and up again.”
Kimber repeated the process once, twice, faster, coordinating her movements a bit more.
“I can hardly get my hand around him.”
She frowned in concentration and brought her other hand up to Deke’s cock to join the first, wrapping her slender fingers around his girth. Now she totally encompassed him, stroking him with more vigor, watching Deke’s face as those blue eyes women drooled over slid shut and he threw his head back in brilliant pleasure.
“Good,” Luc muttered. “Now lick your lips. Yes, like that.” He couldn’t resist kissing the side of her neck, nibbling on her earlobe. “Lean in, open wide, and take him in your mouth.”
The look she shot him over her shoulder, of hot curiosity, of naughty anticipation, just about unraveled Luc. Damn, simmering under that seemingly straightforward surface lurked a tease. A vixen. He’d bet if they gave her a little control in the bedroom, she’d come out and play.
“Now!” Deke demanded.
“Say please,” she taunted.
Luc couldn’t quite hold in a laugh. Apparently, she already got the idea that when she held a man in her palm, the promise of her mouth ripe in his fevered mind, she had all the power.
“Fuck!”
“Wrong word . . .” Kimber shot him a kittenish smile.
Deke swallowed. His fists tightened at his sides as he drew in a bracing breath. “Please.”
The word sounded gritty and unused. But it worked for Kimber.
Slanting one last challenging glance up at Deke, she put her hands on his hips and leaned in.
Tilting around her, Luc watched with both raging need and envy as Deke’s cock entered her mouth, cushioned by her slick tongue. He slid in, more and more of his length disappearing into the depths of her virgin mouth.
God, the sight alone was killing him. Deke’s long moan vibrated pleasure in his gut. His desire multiplied. He could only imagine how fabulous Kimber felt.
When she’d taken as much of Deke as she could, she drew back and repeated the process, taking another inch. Deke loosed another groan, clutching at her hands as they held him steady.
“Yes,” Luc breathed. “Now suck him. Hard. He likes it hard.”
Her cheeks hollowed on the next upward stroke. And the one after. Deke gritted his teeth.
“Fighting the urge already?” Luc asked him.
“Fuck off.”
Deke had barely managed to choke out the words. Kimber was getting to him—fast. Luc had never seen anything like it. Usually, his dear cuz could be bathed in a woman’s mouth for twenty minutes and look unmoved. Everything was so been there, done that with Deke.
Except when Kimber touched him. The telltale tightening of Deke’s abs and the flush crawling up his cheeks told Luc just how close his cousin was to losing control.
Time to finish him off.
“You’re doing great,” Luc whispered to Kimber. He noticed the cadence of her bobbing head and instructed, “Now a little slower. Make him suffer. Good. Cup his balls in one hand.”
Kimber did exactly as he said, fondling Deke’s testicles, which were drawing up toward his body with every sweet suck of her mouth. Even watching them made breathing damn hard—to say nothing of his dick.
Reaching out with a blind fist, Deke grabbed Kimber by the hair. Luc nearly stopped his cousin and broke the hold, but she moaned—and not in pain.
Ah, so she liked a little edge to her pleasure. Luc smiled. He’d definitely be able to provide some for her, but Deke was especially well equipped to give her a sting here and there.
As soon as Kimber got Deke to come.
“That’s it, sweetheart. Suck him. Hard and slow. You’re getting to him,” Luc whispered. “He can’t last against the sweet temptation of your mouth. Lick the head with your tongue. Perfect. Yes.”
Deke groaned, as if lending credence to Luc’s assertion. His thighs tensed. His fist tightened in Kimber’s hair. “Holy . . . I can’t stop it.”
Luc smiled. “Good girl. Now, drag you teeth lightly across the head.”
“No,” Deke groaned in protest.
“Do it,” he urged. “Then suck him hard again. He’ll come for you.”
Supporting the thick stalk between Deke’s legs with one hand, Kimber eased up on him and dragged her teeth across the head. The sight even had Luc hissing.
“Shit . . . Kimber!”
“Now suck him deep and hard, and you’ve got him,” Luc whispered.
She did, and Deke roared, tossing back his head and shouting out his ecstasy, the sound rumbling around the room, echoing off the ceilings.
Kimber froze, eyes widening with uncertainty and panic.
“Swallow, sweetheart. It’s okay.”
She did, and Luc watched her swollen mouth and throat work. Need and envy shot through him. God, she was beautiful and amazing. And, thank God, he’d feel her mouth next.
Slowly, Deke pulled away. She moaned as she continued to lick him, as if not quite ready to let go.
At this point, Deke usually gloved up, went straight for a woman’s ass and left Luc to either partake of her mouth or pussy. He often left arousing and toying with a woman up to him, which was fine with Luc. To him, women were sweet, soft, perfumed creatures meant to be explored, charted with fingers and tongues, every secret crevice and sensitive spot learned by sight and feel.
So Deke kneeling in front of Kimber to stare at her, like she was something as precious as hope, as confounding as an ancient riddle, surprised Luc enough. Him easing to his back, grabbing Kimber’s hips and nudging her up, up and over his face shocked Luc.
“Have to taste you,” he muttered. “Know how wet . . .”
The moment her thighs bracketed Deke’s head, he lifted his mouth to her wet cunt, and delivered an open-mouthed assault. He clasped her hips and threw his entire torso into the intimate kiss. A startled moan ripped from Kimber’s chest, and she reached out for something, someone, to steady her.
On wobbly legs, Luc rose and made his way to the bed to watch them. He’d join the show soon, but watching Kimber come apart a little more with every lash of his cousin’s tongue and, now he could see, every demanding swish of his fingers inside her, made Luc beyond hot.
Deke turned his head to nip at Kimber’s thigh. “The vibe.”
It took Luc a moment after hearing the snarled words to realize what Deke was saying. Yes. They needed to start that. They’d enjoy watching Kimber squirm and flush and come while they used it, knowing it served a greater purpose they’d all enjoy.
After a quick jog to the nightstand, Luc grabbed everything they’d need, prepped it, then headed back toward them. Kimber, eyes closed, fair skin all rosy and covered with a thin sheen of moisture, nipples beckoning, looked like a goddess as she moaned and accepted every stroke of Deke’s tongue.
Luc’s blood boiled. He had to have relief from Kimber soon. Very soon. Masturbating in the shower wasn’t going to ease his need tonight.
Settling behind her again, he touched a palm to her back, right between her shoulder blades. Damn, she was soft everywhere . . .
“Sweetheart, lean forward. Hands and knees.”
She did, and Deke didn’t miss a beat. Luc would guess, in fact, the new position brought new sensation, given the way Kimber moaned.
Luc caressed her hip, peppered kisses up her back to whisper in her ear, “Just relax. I’ll try to make this good for you. Tell me if it hurts.”
She merely grabbed at the comforter in front of her and panted as if she couldn’t get enough air. And he was about to drive her even closer to the brink.
Parting h
er cheeks, he slowly—so slowly—began to insert a new vibrator in her ass, a larger one than last time. About six inches, an inch in diameter. Closer to the real thing. Luc hoped with all the fever of the knot of lust in his gut that she liked this. He was dying to get inside her soon.
The vibe was halfway in when he began to sweat. Just watching it disappear into her body was setting him ablaze. He kept inserting, watching it slide deep, deeper. Almost to the hilt.
Suddenly, she arched, tensed, and whimpered.
“Hurt?” he asked.
“A little.” She could barely get the words out.
“Take it for us. Can you?”
She nodded, her shoulders tensing. Luc gently slid in the vibe the rest of the way. As she cried out, he flipped it on. Almost instantly, she gasped. Moments later, she began thrashing, grabbing for the comforter again.
“Yes!” Kimber cried out. “I need—Oh, God . . .”
“We know.” Luc kissed her shoulder, then stood, shucked his pants, and rounded the pair of them on the floor. Settling on the edge of the bed in front of her, he eased the auburn curls away from her rosy-cheeked face. Her dilated hazel eyes settled right on his cock.
Cupping her nape in his hands, he urged her forward. “Suck me.”
Thankfully, she didn’t have to be told twice. She lunged forward and damn near swallowed him whole. Luc sucked in a sharp breath. The rush of sensation sizzled up his cock, darting down his legs, shooting thick desire all through his body. Her head bobbed up and down as she took him nearly to the back of her throat, her eager tongue sliding over every sensitive spot he had and discovering a few he hadn’t known about. She didn’t bring teeth, as if she somehow knew that was Deke’s thing and not his. Instead, she gripped his thighs and set a monster-fast pace that ensured he wasn’t going to last long. But given the way she was moaning around his cock and the sounds of Deke devouring her pussy, neither was she.
Kimber laved Luc, loved him, her mouth enveloping him like heaven, her tongue providing a constant caress that urged him on and up. Desire swelled inside him, grew faster than he could assimilate. Breathing short-circuited. He fisted his hands in her hair, trying to slow her down. Luc wanted to savor each slick flare of sensation, every searing tingle. Watching her with Deke, then feeling the silken suction of her mouth for himself, knowing this was the first time he would come with the woman who could complete him and Deke . . .
