by Billi Jean
Will’s eyes were darker in the dimness of the hotel room, his face flushed and his lips still wet from their kisses. Swollen, too, she noticed, and went back in to suck along his fuller bottom lip.
He groaned and cupped both her breasts in his hands and brushed his fingers gently over her nipples then pinched them again. Another moan of pleasure rushed from her. The two of them would surely kill her with this. It was so good, so very good.
“There, there, baby,” David said, sounding so sexy she couldn’t take the overload to her senses. “Come for me.” He pressed his palm on her a little harder, and stroked his fingers over her clit at the same time as he began licking her opening and flicking his tongue inside.
Her climax exploded from deep inside, to rush through her body like hot flames. She clenched down on nothing until, with a groan, one of them, David, she assumed, slipped his finger deep, giving her climax that full feeling she had to have. He also groaned heavily and stroked her butt and up the curve of her spine. Will pinched her nipples again, twisting a little at the end, too. The combination made her feel as if she were being tossed into a sea of pleasure.
The room spun and her legs trembled uncontrollably for such an intense time she distantly feared she’d fall down. Will held her firmly, but she gasped into his neck, too lost to worry over collapsing. He took her mouth again at the same time that David heated her back with his naked body. With a thrill, she clenched her fists in his short hair, wanting to beg David for more. As if reading her mind, he stroked his bare penis along her, thrilling her to the tips of her toes.
“David,” she cried, breaking from Will’s hot mouth to turn her head, searching for David. He didn’t make her wait, but kissed her cheek until he had her lips meshed with his. His kiss was heated, so passionate, she knew he was ready, but waiting for her. The excitement built at the thought of his hot hardness filling her very, very soon. The heaviness of his erection resting along her lower back shocked a shiver out of her and she broke their kiss to turn slightly and get her first view of him.
Her heart raced. He was big. Every inch of his body was big, so his erection shouldn’t have surprised her. But it did. He was long, thick and heavy.
“Ready?” he asked, tipping her head to meet her eyes. He’d done that several times, as if checking on her.
She nodded, unsure if she had the power to speak, but not about to stop him. “You’re so big.” The words burst from her before she’d had a chance to hold them in.
David winked, even though she could tell he was breathless and clearly, by the size of him ready.
Will’s chuckle tickled her neck for a second before he kissed her behind the ear and murmured, “Complimenting him only makes him bigger.”
David kissed her shoulder, then her chin, then her lips. “We’ll fit, princess,” he whispered, and coaxed her around so he could hug her from behind. His hot skin filled her with such excitement she clenched her fingers on his hands. He held her hips gently yet firmly. When she rubbed back into him he growled like a wild animal and bit down on her shoulder. She laughed, just like she knew he wanted.
How does doing this feel so…okay?
“Gentle, Jansen,” Will warned, reminding her that he was the warm, solid flesh she felt against her front. David just filled her with sensations so much, it was as if Will was there, but wasn’t. David made it all okay, she thought with another shiver of anticipation.
“Always,” David whispered, kissing his bite mark. He also positioned her so she leaned into Will but her upper body was turned a little. At first she couldn’t figure out why, then she realized it was so she could watch his face as he fit himself to her from behind. “Hold her there,” he instructed, and with a start, she once again remembered they weren’t alone. Will was there. He kept himself back, though, maybe because he too felt the connection she did between her and David.
With a caress up her side, Will steadied her and took more of her weight so she was sandwiched between them, but with most of her weight rested on him. If he minded, he didn’t show it by the way he sucked and licked along her shoulder.
Their thoughtfulness seeped in under the excitement, adding warmth to her chest.
“There, that’s good, now, just hold onto Will while I make you scream this time,” he teased—or she hoped he teased. David pressed a gentle kiss to her lips after he said it and winked, so she bit her lip and nodded. It seemed to be enough.
He gripped his shaft, clearly ready for more, but being gentle, eased the tip to her waiting entrance. It should have been awkward like this, especially her first time having sex standing up, but it wasn’t. He lifted his head from watching what he was doing and gave her a crooked grin.
“I’m gonna go slow, Paris.” He watched her face intently until she nodded again.
As soon as she did, he eased himself forward. His cock was hot and so hard she knew Greg must have never been as turned on by her as this man clearly was. She shut those thoughts down and just watched, wide-eyed, as David’s handsome face creased with sexy intensity. His broad shoulders tightened and the hand guiding his erection caused his biceps to clench. It was clear he was taking his time for her benefit, but he was large.
“Jesus,” he swore and broke the intensity of their eye contact to lean his head against her temple. He was panting, but after a second he tightened his hands on her hips and thrust forward, feeding her just a bit, then backed out, then a bit more on his next push. Each time she was sure he wasn’t going to make it past the resistance he met, but wanted him to.
“Don’t stop,” she whispered in his ear.
He pressed a hot kiss to her shoulder. “Not a chance.” He sounded as if he was amused by the thought, but it was a rough, passion-filled amusement.
“So damn pretty,” Will murmured, caressing her breasts and kissing along the side of her forehead. “Let him in and that first climax is going to seem pale in comparison.”
She didn’t have the breath to tell them she was relaxed, or that she wanted him inside, because David shifted his hips and suddenly the smooth, long length of his penis was spreading her as he went deeper than before.
“So tight,” David groaned, kneading her hips with his big hands. “So damn small. Relax, Paris.”
“Let him in, angel.”
Let him in? He was in. She was in. So far in she couldn’t catch her breath.
David pulled back and his erection stroked her pussy. Excitement built inside her until she swore she couldn’t breathe. It felt so good she could feel herself growing wetter. Suddenly David thrust with a heavy grunt and there he was. Filling her so completely she dug her nails into Will’s shoulders before she could stop herself.
“Ah, angel, that’s it,” Will said.
“Almost there, princess,” David whispered against the nape of her neck.
“Almost? I thought…” She broke off with a gasp when David thrust forward again. This time she knew she’d taken him—all of him. There was some discomfort, but the pleasure, oh God, she never wanted it to end.
“Paris, relax, princess. You’re so tight, hell, gotta take a second here,” he said, saying more, but she couldn’t make it out. The sensation of his erection inside her was more than she could handle. It was heavy, thick, and standing up like this, she could feel him—every inch of him. Maybe she would no matter the position.
He pulled his hips back, dragging his flesh outward until he pulled free, but before she could protest he thrust again. Instead of moving after, he jutted his hips upward and just held himself in place.
It was amazing. She squeezed down on his erection. Her climax hovered just out of reach.
“Paris.” Will pressed his erection into her hand.
“Oh my God,” she whispered and started trembling.
David was big and long. Will was thick, not as long, she thought, but wide and velvety smooth. She could even feel the grooves along his cock under the super-soft foreskin. Will covered her hand with his and guided her. As soon as t
hey’d built up a hard, fast rhythm, he made rough sounds in his throat she knew had to be pleasure. It was her first time ever doing such a thing, and now she could tell she was going to stroke Will off. The thought sent a sharp spike zipping right down to where David penetrated her.
As Will’s breathing grew deeper, David shuddered behind her like she’d begun stroking him instead of Will. Before she knew what David was doing, he pressed her forward into Will just a little harder. The new position tipped her, apparently exactly where he wanted. He took her lips and kissed her—or devoured her—and started a slow in and out pace that made her toes curl.
“Fuck!” Will grunted, squeezing his hand hard over hers and stopping her. “No condom, Jansen, you forgot to put on a condom.”
David lifted from her mouth with a curse.
“No, don’t stop, I’m safe,” she whispered, so close to coming she could barely speak.
At her words, David made a strangled sound in his throat and lost the slow, steady pace. “So are we, Paris, but hell—”
“Don’t stop, David. Please, don’t stop,” she said in a rush.
David tensed to one huge, muscled mass of man behind her and inside her. She worried he’d stop, but with a low groan he bent and, whispering her name, tightened his hold.
“Never.”
The first rough, deep thrust he delivered wiped everything else from her head. Just like that—zip—every thought disappeared, leaving her unable to do more than hang on as he began to fuck her for what she realized was the first time in her life. The press and pull on her pussy as he built up speed thrilled every inch of her.
A soft sound, not words, not moans, but the unmistakable melody of a woman lost to pleasure erupted from her lips, unfettered by fear and uttered in the sheer bliss of the experience.
David was so out of control he said her name in time with his frantic strokes until, with a long low groan, he gasped.
“Paris, hell, baby. Can’t hold back.” He leaned forward, biting down on the nape of her neck lightly, and curled his hands around her breasts and squeezed.
She cried out his name then, or tried to, but she was too lost to her orgasm. He filled her in ways she never knew a man could. He tensed, and gently turned her head to breathlessly kiss her as he shuddered. Hot pulses warmed her deep inside making her climax grow.
In her hands, Will’s cock grew impossibly hard and with a low grunt he began spilling his cum over her hands.
“Yeah, yeah,” David murmured, still thrusting into her steadily. Will didn’t stop either, but continued to heat her flesh with his kisses and the hot, slick flesh he pressed through their hands.
“Angel,” Will whispered along her jaw, tightening his hand around hers so she could feel how hard he still was.
Another tremble seized her when she realized both men were still ready for much, much more.
She cried out in surprise as another orgasm erupted at the thought.
For the first time in her life, something good, something beyond good, had found her. Or she’d found it.
David tipped her head to the side, and captured her cry with a kiss as the pleasure continued to grow, but he also swallowed her desperate wish that this—this man she’d just met—would promise to hold her close forever.
Chapter Three
David breathed in the scent of Paris, not completely sure why it soothed him. Will had left for the compound, already on the task of nailing Walters and Duke. David was staying right here until something or someone forced him to leave. Hopefully that someone wasn’t the exhausted woman in his arms.
Her pretty blonde hair was a tangled mess but he’d brushed most of it off her face so he could figure out what she was all about and why leaving her side made his heart feel as if he was nearing an anxiety attack.
Her face was the clear, beautiful face of a woman who lived a healthy life. He doubted she’d even had a pimple as a kid. Now none would dare blemish the smoothness of her skin. She hardly wore makeup—he’d snooped in the hotel bathroom and only found a tiny bag with a few things. Her clothes were comfortable, not flashy, but he was certain they would drive him insane. What wouldn’t?
The body she rocked was stunning. She might even be fitter than he was, he thought with a smile, remembering the awed expression on her face when he’d stripped off his shirt. He could get used to making her speechless. Not that she talked too much.
There wasn’t a thing about her he found wrong—which was worrisome. Usually he could nail something on a woman that would drive him nuts after less than an hour in their company.
He’d spent the afternoon and a big chunk of the evening seducing her into letting them into this room, and not one thing about her had his radar predicting the end.
The way she’d been shy, the blushes, with the heat in her blue-gray eyes, made him hard from just thinking about having her again. He shot that option down firmly. He hadn’t been exaggerating. She had a small pussy, thin inner lips even, that had thrilled him, but worried the hell out of him, too. After the first round, he’d stayed put like the selfish guy he was—and had kept Will on the periphery. Not that Will seemed to have minded. He’d deal with it if his buddy had, but Paris had been too…
God damn. He rubbed a hand over his jaw at the memory. Pretty. A woman’s body amazed him, always had, but his first glimpse of Paris had frozen him in place. Slim, but rounded in all the right places, with cute, natural breasts, she knocked him for a loop. She was all the way bare, too. Not shaved, but soft as a peach, bare. Her knock-down gorgeous butt was just topping on an already incredible package. Her body was naturally creamy, not tan, but not pale white either. He’d never felt such a sharp, deep, thrill over a woman’s body before. He’d worried even then, in the height of passion, on the possessive rush he’d experienced at seeing her intimately for the first time.
The feeling was still there, too. He knew all he’d have to do was lift that sexy thigh she had over one of his and slide down the bed to get more of her soft little cries. His mouth watered just at him remembering the clean, fresh scent of her arousal.
He held off and considered the odd idea that holding her was possibly better than waking her up for more sex.
She would be tender for certain. Maybe that explained it, but he knew even while he thought it that he’d make sure she loved every minute.
She’d given so damn much, much more than he’d ever experienced. It wasn’t just the hot feel of her pussy clenching around his eager cock either. She’d touched him as if she’d never wanted it to end, as if every single moment was going to be memorized. She’d whispered in his ear, asking for more and making him feel like he could lift mountains.
It wasn’t the norm. Not at all. He’d pushed for the threesome, but even that had been a new experience. Usually when he and Will shared a woman, she was already coming on to them both so strongly that they knew exactly what she had in mind. Not the case with Paris. He had a feeling if Will had paid the bill and left, she wouldn’t have noticed. That kind of thing rocked his world, but it also felt damn right.
He swallowed at the memory of that first kiss, and had a sinking sensation in his stomach that he wasn’t growing tired of this little bundle of cuteness anytime soon. Reaching out, he carefully adjusted the blanket so it lay higher on her slim shoulder. A rush of tenderness warmed his chest, adding to the worry already building.
Careful not to disturb her, he pulled away and untangled himself from the bedding. The room was freezing. He’d turned the air on high partly because they’d both worked up a sweat, but mostly because he’d wanted her to cuddle up in his arms for warmth.
She murmured his name sleepily and he froze halfway off the bed. When she didn’t wake completely he eased off the mattress.
Why my name? Why not Will’s?
Because it was me the entire time. I didn’t even let Will fuck her.
Damn right.
He rubbed the whiskers on his jaw and winced at the thought. She settled on the bed
again, but a frown pulled at her smooth brow. She reminded him of a poster he’d once seen for some cola with a country girl in a field of wheat or something. Wholesome and sexy. That was Paris to a T.
Can such a woman exist?
Paris shifted her legs under the thin blankets, outlining her sexy butt perfectly.
Yeah, she does, and she’s sleeping while I stand here like an idiot.
Not sure what else to do, he quietly walked to the bathroom before he climbed back on her and urged her to let him work out the morning wood he sported. Rubbing a hand over his hair then his face, David examined his reflection, trying to figure out why he felt so off center. He was jealous. Jealous of Will even kissing her. Last night, he’d been wild for her, and as long as Will stayed in the background, he’d been fine, but as soon as Will had kissed her, David had experienced a need to make sure she knew he was the one, not Will, who would send her into climax. He might have taken too much from her trying to prove that, too.
The thought made his worry grow, until he took a good look at his chest. She’d left little red strawberries on his pectorals, and a few farther down his ribs. She’d been fascinated with his body, something that soothed the jealousy down to a manageable level. He brushed his hand over one red mark near his collarbone. If he remembered correctly, he’d left one along her throat right where everyone who saw them would know exactly who she belonged to.
Jesus.
Belonged to?
He leaned on the bathroom counter and hung his head, shaking it at his insane thoughts.
Enough, just wash up. Deal with this as it happens.
The thought made him laugh quietly, but he went through the motions and washed his hands and face, then brushed his teeth with her toothbrush. He got a bit of a thrill at using her toothbrush because of all the intimate things a couple did together, in his mind, sharing a toothbrush was up at the top of the list.
