by Jayne Rylon
“Soon.” He added a devious suckling on her clit.
“No!” Her head thrashed on the pillow. She could no longer hold her neck up enough to watch him at work—her bones had liquefied. “Want to come with you.”
“You will,” he growled around her pulsing clit. “I promise.”
She didn’t believe him, but her disappointment couldn’t prevent the tide rushing toward her now. It had caught her in its force and dragged her out to sea, no matter how she struggled against its hold.
“Oh! Joe!”
Chapter Five
Every muscle in her body tensed into a knot of pure ecstasy a moment before her orgasm ripped her apart. Inhibitions evaporated. Undiluted instinct took control. She writhed on the mattress, wringing pleasure from her climax until not one single drop remained untapped.
Her pussy clenched hard enough she feared she might break Joe’s fingers.
Morgan trembled in the aftermath of the storm, but her lover refused to let her off so easy. He slithered up her torso until he could alternate sipping from her lips and whispering naughty reassurance. His hands roamed across the landscape of her curves—soothing, calming, comforting.
“You’re unbelievable. Fucking beautiful.” Another nibble on her bottom lip, this one hard enough to sting.
She moaned.
“I love that you nearly drowned me.” His glistening chin slid across her jaw as he deepened their kisses, allowing her to ingest the mingled flavors of their desire. “Perfect. Gorgeous.”
Morgan gasped when his cock brushed her ultra-sensitive mound.
Instead of retreating, he lifted onto a straight-locked arm and closed his hand around her wrist. While staring into her eyes, he guided her grip to his straining, flushed cock. It wedged between them, hot, satiny and ready. The protruding veins along his shaft would feel divine rubbing her from within.
Though she hadn’t finished quivering from the mind-blowing rapture he’d built in her, she couldn’t help fusing their bodies. After all, he deserved his reward for giving her the best orgasm of her life.
“That’s right, Morgan.” He aided her as she fit him to her opening. “Put me inside you. Feel how much thicker my dick is than my fingers. How much longer. Can you tell how much I want you?”
“God, yes.” She jerked in response to his dirty talk. A fission of arousal sparkled along her spine when the motion embedded him further. “Fuck me, Joe.”
“Have to.” He grunted then drilled forward, impaling her on his shaft with ease this time. “Fuck. Gripping me tight. So sexy.”
He began to move inside her, thrilling her with the novelty of being joined to a large, powerful yet gentle man. Her nails sank into his ass. She relished the flex and release of his cheeks almost as much as the resulting pistoning of his tool inside her.
Joe leaned forward to nip her neck. The love bite drove her insane. Embers of her climax rekindled, surprising the hell out of her. She’d never come more than once in an evening. Never mind back to back, following the most intense release of her life.
“You like that?” He released an evil chuckle against her jaw that proved he knew just how devastating he could be to her restraint. “Yeah, that’s it. Squeeze me. You want my cock don’t you, cupcake?”
“Yes.” She moaned as he lifted his head to stare into her eyes.
“Tell me how much you love my cock.”
“Love it!” she hollered into the night. “Fuck me.”
“Like this?” He introduced his length in a slow, languid glide. His control tortured her.
“No.” Morgan shook her head. “Harder.”
Joe pinched her nipple, creating lightning strikes from her breast straight to her pussy. “Say it. Tell me you want me to fuck you. Rough. Deep. Fast.”
He drove his hips into hers hard enough to rattle her teeth between each command. Where she’d tolerated such treatment from Craig, Joe had riled her need until it boiled her blood. Each forceful thrust escalated the rapture to a new level. Her breasts jiggled against his chest. The motion stoked the flames growing inside her, setting her ablaze. The promise of fulfillment lay within her grasp. If only he would give her more.
“Yes! Fuck me. Ride me.” She moaned when he began to comply. “Take me.”
She strained toward completion but he yanked his cock from her pussy. She almost broke down and cried at his abandonment. His hand strangled the base of his cock as though to keep from spewing come all over her dewy skin. The length of his shaft glistened with a mix of her cream and the pearly fluid leaking from the slit in the tip.
“Turn over.” He nudged her with his free hand until she rotated. “Ass in the air. Now.”
Morgan had never had sex like this before. Despite his gruff tone, his affection permeated each touch. She braced for his entry but still tipped forward beneath the driving force of the lunge that buried him to the hilt. Her hands skid beneath the pillows, providing some leverage to allow her to rock her ass toward his invading shaft.
Over and over, Joe hammered inside her. His palm settled low on her belly, the heel below her navel and his fingers curling over her clit. He tapped the hard bump with each skewering stroke until all her attention focused on the center of her arousal.
Morgan’s pussy contracted further, making him work to drill to the bottom of her channel. The head of his cock tunneled to the far reaches of her body despite the increasing pressure. His flexed abs smacked her ass faster and faster.
The amplitude of his strokes increased until he exited completely then slammed back inside, reopening the ring of muscle at her entrance with each pass. Finally, she could take no more. “Joe!”
“Fuck. Yeah.” He grunted as the first shimmering waves of orgasm fluttered her swollen tissue around his erection. “Hurry. Going to—”
He never finished his sentence or, if he did, she sure as hell didn’t hear it. They exploded together. Morgan gripped his pulsing shaft, reveling in the splatter of his semen on her sensitized tissue. Five…no, six, spurts filled her to overflowing, each one triggering an answering convulsion in her pussy.
He jerked, roared, and then—finally—went still, blanketing her back. They collapsed onto the feather bed, too destroyed by what they’d shared to move a single muscle. Harsh breaths echoed through the night for long, contented minutes.
Morgan didn’t realize she’d nearly drifted off until Joe cursed under his breath, departed her pussy then shifted onto his side next to her. She moaned softly.
“Didn’t mean to crush you, cupcake. Or use you so rough.”
“Felt good.” She turned her head to meet his concerned gaze. “Amazing. The best of my life. All of it, the whole night.”
“Mine too.” When she dismissed his whisper, he gripped her chin. “That’s no lie, Morgan. Something about you is different. Special.”
She didn’t argue when he sheltered her beneath one arm, tucked her trembling body tight to his chest, and kissed her with a tenderness that melted her heart.
Joe had lost track of how long they’d spent, eating dinner in bed, sharing stories and roasting marshmallows over the fire—something he’d never done in the nude before. But Morgan had just finished licking the gooey white confection from his thumb as they perched cross-legged and side by side when a quick double vibration from the general direction of his abandoned pants caught his attention.
“Son of a bitch.”
“What’s wrong?” He hated the alarm on Morgan’s gorgeous face. For a few hours she’d lost the worry lines that usually bracketed her reddened lips and smoky, bedroom eyes.
“It’s late. We missed the last ride back.” Joe extracted his phone from his pocket and unlocked the screen. Sure enough, the crew had sent him a text. “The guys are waiting to take us home when you’re ready.”
“We’re going back tonight?”
The disappointment in her roughened voice both thrilled him and made him feel like crap. He wished he could give her everything she’d ever wanted but the
y couldn’t stay out here until dawn.
“Yeah. The fire is burning out, and the temperature is dropping by the minute. We’re not going to last all night. I don’t want you to catch a chill.” He stroked her hair into some semblance of order, though he preferred the messy just-been-fucked look on her.
“I don’t think I could ever be cold when you’re near me.” Morgan’s genuine sweetness went straight to his chest, cramping the spot over his heart.
Joe gathered their clothes. He tugged his on with brisk efficiency then helped her dress, cursing himself for every gorgeous inch of skin he covered. The potent combination of adrenaline and bright, shiny attraction they’d maintained most of the evening began to fade, leaving her sleepy and malleable. He bundled her in the duvet, and she snuggled up to his chest, molding to his lap as he sat on their makeshift bed.
With one hand, he texted the crew. The other stroked her back. He couldn’t stop touching her. She dozed by the time the guys made it to their oasis although it took less than five minutes for them to arrive.
It seemed impossible. The evening’s exchange had transported him. Joe felt like he’d traveled to the other side of the world instead of the middle of a pumpkin patch. The experience had changed him as surely as if he’d gone on a voyage to some faraway place and he knew he’d never be the same.
But the moment he saw the crew, it was as if he’d never left them either. They were his home, his brothers. Dave, Neil and James approached, shoulder to shoulder, with shit-eating grins stretched across their familiar faces.
“Looks like tonight was worth the trouble.” Dave pitched his voice low enough to prevent waking Morgan.
“You have no idea.” Joe raised her away from his chest with a grimace. Dave stepped forward to accept her from him. A few inches shorter than Joe, Dave had always been more muscular. He held Morgan as though she were light as a feather. She mumbled something under her breath then cuddled close to his friend, seeking the heat of the other man’s hold.
“Christ, I’m starting to understand.” Dave’s gaze held a new appreciation when he experienced the full-impact of Morgan’s unqualified trust and got his first taste of the lush softness of her perfect body.
“Let me put out the fire, then we can go.”
As usual, the crew worked together without much instruction necessary. They assessed what had to be done and what they could each contribute to making it happen. Joe, Neil and James doused the flames in the pit and snuffed out the candles in the lanterns. They packed the leftovers into the cooler, tossed the bag of garbage on the back of their truck then hefted the mattress, blankets and other equipment in as well. In less than five minutes, they were ready to head home.
Joe damned their efficiency.
After one last look over his shoulder, he knelt and plucked a pebble from the dirt. He dropped it into his pocket before following his friends to their truck. James climbed in the driver’s seat while Neil angled toward the front passenger-side door. Joe caught a glimpse of Dave rocking Morgan in the back row of the extended cab so he joined them on the bench seat.
The dome light stirred Morgan enough that she hummed and stretched, her lips brushing Dave’s neck. The sight of the two of them together pumped Joe’s cock hard again in an instant. She hummed at the first taste then lifted her face for a kiss, which his friend provided obligingly.
But the moment they separated, her eyes opened. “You’re not Joe. You don’t taste like him. Or kiss like him.”
“Neither do you.” Dave beamed down into her sultry eyes. “But I liked it anyway. Thanks.”
Morgan patted his cheek then held her arms out to Joe. He scooted over to claim her—thrilled she needed him the way he needed her—but sat close enough to acclimate her to having a man flanking her on both sides. He could practically feel the vibrations rolling off the three other men in the truck as they observed the pivotal exchange.
They might have doubted her, but Joe didn’t.
Morgan wouldn’t be intimidated by their hunger.
She would blossom under their attention, exactly as she had with him.
“Where are Kate and Mike?” she wondered aloud as she settled against his side. Her right hand lingered on Dave’s thigh. Joe had always been closest to Dave. It pleased him to know Morgan felt so at ease with his friend. He met the other man’s stare over Morgan’s head and grinned at the latent passion lingering there.
“They left from the festival for their weekend away,” James answered from the front with a waggle of his eyebrows Joe spotted in the rearview mirror.
“I think he has something special planned.” Neil cleared his throat.
James slugged his partner in the shoulder. “Shut up. Don’t spoil his secret.”
“You would torture me like that all weekend? Come on, tell me.” Morgan came awake further as her curiosity got the best of her.
“Oh, we’d torture you all kinds of ways this weekend, if you’d let us.” The corner of Dave’s mouth tipped up in a feral grin that had Joe’s cock throbbing in his jeans.
Of course, his girl noticed.
“I see you like the idea.” She rubbed the bulge behind Joe’s zipper without a hint of subtlety. Neil didn’t bother to hide his interest. He spun in his seat for a direct view.
“Almost as much as you do, I bet.” Joe couldn’t help but consume the smirk that appeared on her fallen-angel lips. When they broke apart, still panting, he asked, “Why don’t you let Dave see how bad you want him?”
Chapter Six
Morgan shivered beneath the weight of Joe’s dare. The consequences could be far reaching. But she believed what he’d promised earlier in the evening. He would never tempt her with fantasies then resent her for taking what she dreamed of later.
He was no hypocritical bastard. He was no Craig.
Joe gave her a tiny nod.
She wormed her shoulders into the crook of his arm—braced against his chest—then spread her legs, draping one thigh over Dave’s knee. She peeked up at him, then back to Joe.
Joe bent forward to kiss her again, long and thorough.
With his tongue lulling her into a dazed state of arousal, she didn’t notice the fingers tracing her pussy through her jeans couldn’t be his until they’d made several full passes along the length of the seam at her crotch. From their positioning, the romancing hands had to belong to Dave. The realization had her squirming. The top of her thighs glided across the denim encasing them, and her breasts ached in the confines of her bra.
“Shit, I can feel how wet she is through her clothes.” Dave groaned. “Soaked.”
Her eyelids fluttered open, and she turned to meet his heated stare head-on. No point in denying it now. God, how could she be so greedy? She’d already had the best night of her life.
Morgan rocked from side to side in the men’s hold when they turned from the gravel farm road onto the paved highway. Occasional lights from vehicles passing the other direction whizzed past them in the darkness. Who was out this late at night?
They couldn’t see inside the tinted windows, could they?
“Her nipples are hard too.” Neil’s usually smooth tone had gone rough. “Someone rub them. She needs you to touch her.”
Dave’s hand meandered beneath her sweater to cup her breast. True, the satin of her bra still separated them, but he applied pressure to the aching peaks. Morgan inclined her head until she could flash Neil a grateful smile. The testosterone whipping through the air around her made it impossible to speak.
Impossible to move.
Almost impossible to breathe.
“Holy shit.” The truck swerved a little when James caught an eyeful in the rearview mirror. “That’s hot.”
“Show us your tits.” The frank speech whipped her stare to Neil, her eyebrows climbing. She hadn’t expected it from him. That’d teach her to underestimate the laid-back man.
“It’s been a while since we’ve played with a woman.” Though unnecessary, James offered an apolo
gy for his mate.
She swore the four men all held their breath. Having that much power over the experienced studs went straight to her head.
Before Morgan could balk, she shoved her sweater to her neck and shimmied her arms from the sleeves. She peeled the bra straps from her shoulders and wiggled the cups until her breasts popped free. They rested on the material—plumped, straining and utterly exposed.
Neil jammed his hand beneath the waistband of his well-worn jeans to cup his hard-on, a ragged groan testament to his approval. “I wish I could suck your nipples right now.”
“I wish I could suck your cock right now.” James moaned from beside his lover.
“Don’t worry, you’re going to have all you can handle when we make it home.” His gentle caress on James’s knee belied the strong statement.
The interplay between the men set Morgan on edge before they’d really started to explore. They had to be most of the way to her nearby apartment by now, didn’t they? Shit, yes, they slowed for the four way stop a couple miles from the shop. What would happen when they reached it?
She had to come before the guys scattered for the night. Had to steal one taste of the forbidden if that were all she had the opportunity to try.
“Go ahead, cupcake,” Joe whispered near her temple. “Ask for what you want. We’ll grant you anything you need.”
“I need to come. Please, Dave. Joe.” Her head rocked on her lover’s chest as his breath sawed in and out. “Make me come.”
Dave ripped open her fly then shoved her pants to her knees. With little finesse, he sank his fingers inside her as far as he could reach. Exactly as she needed. Joe scooted to the front edge of their seat then focused on her chest. He pinched her nipples, squeezing them with rhythmic pulls that matched the tempo Dave set in her pussy.
A strangled moan from Neil’s direction pushed her closer to the razor’s edge of desire. How must she look?
Wanton.
Hedonistic.
Truly alive.
She closed her eyes and surrendered to the physical sensations the men inspired but none of them had the impact of the emotional mind-fuck their infatuation delivered. Thinking of the four sets of eyes on her shoved her to the brink.
