by Marla Monroe
No matter how much he’d rather run his hands over every inch of her delectable skin. He was sure the scent he’d noticed was her sweet pussy juices. Had he been the one to turn her on? Could he really do that just by being near her and touching her? That thought had his cock even harder than it already had been. Walking was going to be a bitch now and he sure didn’t relish the stairs in that condition.
I want to fuck her so much now I’m going to explode if I don’t get some relief. Weeks of watching that sweet ass swaying in front of me hour by hour is just too much for any sane man to endure.
She was exhausted, though, and hadn’t she said something about her shoulder hurting? Maybe he could at least massage it for her and help her relax so she could get some rest. He was already so hard now that a little more contact wasn’t going to make much difference. At least he’d get to feel how soft her skin was if he offered to help her loosen it up some so she could sleep.
First he needed to get the boots off and that was proving to be a problem. He’d managed to pull a knot in the laces on the first one, so he moved on to the second one and was more careful this time. The longer it took to get her damn boots off, the longer he’d be on his knees with his dick squeezed off between his thighs. The pain was almost more than he could take.
I’d kneel like this for as long as it took to get her to see me like she sees Thad. I’ve seen the longing when she looks in his direction. That’s what I want. I want her to want me as if not being with me would devastate her world.
Fat chance of that. Thad is smoother than I am and isn’t just an ex-log home builder who spent more time building than he had learning the fine art of making love to a woman. All of his hook-ups, and that was all they’d been until he’d started seeing Della after the disasters, had been quick mutual pleasure pounds. Scratching each other’s itches until someone changed their world.
No, he needed to stop thinking about the past. It was over with—literally. He had a chance with Abby and wasn’t about to screw it up jumping on her when she was exhausted and uncomfortable. Quick shoulder rub and he’d leave her to rest. There would be plenty of time when they were in their new home to romance her like Thad had been talking about.
He looked up at her as he pulled off the first boot. Her eyes were heavy lidded and the soft pout of her full lips sent another jerk to his crotch where his aching cock screamed at him to do something besides kneel at her feet.
But what? What could he do that wouldn’t be too crass and still not hurt her? His dick was sending him lots of dirty ideas and all of them didn’t measure up to what he thought sweet Abby was worth. He was so screwed.
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She didn’t say anything as he knelt in front of her to untie and remove the stubborn boots. The lantern’s light flickered over his features, so that his rugged face held an even more pronounced sharpness to it even as his brows furrowed in concentration as he worked on the knot in one of her shoestrings.
“There. Got it.” Harry pulled off the remaining boot, then the sock.
He massaged both feet, kneading her instep right where it always seemed to ache. The sight of her pale skin and size eight foot in his well-tanned hands the size of bear paws elicited tingles all over her body, but most notably in her already dripping pussy.
Oh, hell. I’ll explode before he even fucks me if this is how it feels just having my feet massaged.
She imagined for a brief moment those same massive hands kneading her breasts and moaned out load. The tingling in her pussy only grew worse. Her nipples tightened, growing hard and pointed confined in her bra.
“I bet that does feel good after all the walking we’ve done.” Harry pressed his thumb into the arch of her foot and moved it in tight circles that absolutely felt amazing.
Her groan seemed to relax him some as well since he switched to the other foot and gave it the same exquisite treatment until Abby felt as if she’d orgasm just from his hands on her feet. She stretched her arms over her head, making mewing sounds without even planning to.
To her surprise, Harry started unfastening her jeans. She held her breath and didn’t say a word. Abby was afraid if she acknowledged that he was undressing her, he’d stop and that was the last thing she wanted. The more clothes he took off without her asking for his help, the better chance she had of getting him into bed with her. Where before distracting him from his sister had been her goal, now it was seducing Harry into making love to her.
Harry urged her to lift her hips up when he’d finished unzipping the jeans. Abby had no problem obliging him. To her surprise, he pulled both her jeans and her panties over her hips and down her legs at the same time. Her eyes snapped open to find him staring into them as he hovered over her after dropping the clothes on the floor beside the bed.
“I don’t think I could ever get enough of looking at you, Abby. Then I look into your eyes like this and see so much need it burns inside of me. Please don’t ask me to stop. I need to see all of you, baby.”
She couldn’t manage a single word in that moment so she ended up nodding her head in answer. He pulled her to a sitting position and proceeded to remove her blouse in a slow, teasing strip, eliciting whimpers as his fingers dragged over sensitive skin while he did it. The blouse went the way of the jeans and panties, leaving her in nothing but her bra. Harry didn’t immediately remove that last article of clothing. Instead he brushed the back of his knuckles over the thin material directly over her hard, swollen nipples. Abby felt the tease all the way to her clit.
Her swift intake of breath pleased him since it drew a lazy smile to his mouth and lowered his eyelids, telling her that he was just as affected by the act as she was. In that moment she knew without a doubt that he really did want her. It wasn’t just male lust over any woman. Harry wanted her, Abby. That knowledge lodged in her heart, bringing tears to her eyes.
She watched as he slowly lowered his head to place soft kisses over the mounds of each breast, then nibbled at her overly sensitive nipples through the material of her bra. Abby wanted that off of her so badly she started to reach back to unhook it, but Harry stopped her, bringing her hand back around to his lips.
“Wait.”
She wanted to ask why but all that came out was another needy whimper. His mouth widened into a full smile while his eyes took on that look of pure male arrogance. He knew what he was doing to her and enjoyed knowing he was the one driving her insane with lust.
Abby wasn’t above pleading with him, but held back to see what more he would do to her. She didn’t have to wait long as Harry lowered his head and bit lightly through her bra to suck on her nipples through the satiny material. Abby reacted by grabbing his head and threading her fingers through his hear even as she threw back her head with a raspy, “yes!”
“Does that feel good, Abby? Can you feel my mouth on your little clit?” He let go of that nipple, then latched onto the other one with just a little more bite.
She couldn’t help the way her nails dug into his scalp like a kitten kneading at its mother’s teats. It felt so damn good. Her pussy fluttered even as her womb squeezed on nothing. Abby desperately wanted to fill it with Harry’s cock.
“Oh, God. It’s too good.” Her words came out in a voice that couldn’t be her own.
He gave that nipple a little more pressure before letting go to kiss up her chest to her neck, even as he laid her back on the bed once more. His mouth changed directions to lick and suck its way down her abdomen to her belly, where he circled her belly button with the tip of his tongue. Abby arched her back in a barely suppressed scream.
“Roll over, babe.” Harry’s voice had turned rough, almost like he hadn’t spoken a word in days.
She slowly rolled over, loving the feel of the quilt rasping over her aching breasts through the silk of her bra. She desperately wanted it off to give them the opportunity of more stimulation by Harry’s mouth and hands.
Once she’d completely rolled to her belly, she waited for him to touch her
. When he didn’t for several long moments, Abby looked over her shoulder, almost afraid he’d left the room, yet he stood at the side of the bed looking down at her with so much emotion in his eyes and in the expression on his face.
“You take my breath, Abby. The way your back arches and the shape of your ass makes me want to jump on and fuck you until I’m part of you. Right now, at this exact moment, I’m so hard for you I could easily do that and rut over you like an animal, but you deserve more than that. You should have soft kisses and a gentle hand. I’m not sure I can manage that right now, babe.” Harry’s hands were trembling out by his sides. “I thought making you keep your bra on would help me keep some control, but even that didn’t help.”
Abby turned a little bit more to be able to really look at him. At some point he’d managed to remove his shirt and had unfastened his belt and jeans but hadn’t pulled them down or released his hard shaft. She could see the massive outline of it hard against his jeans. It swelled up over the top of his waistline, encased in the white material of his underwear. The sight of it like that had her squeezing her thighs together with even more need.
“I don’t need soft touches or slow kisses right now, Harry. I need to be fucked by you. We can go slow next time if you want to. I want your dick inside of me. I want to feel you pounding into me so hard I feel you in the back of my throat.” Abby was surprised at her words. She’d been open and honest with her fiancé, but she’d never been that explicit before.
His groan and the way he jerked his jeans the rest of the way down told her that he was losing all control over his need. It thrilled her.
“Your boots,” she said as an afterthought.
“Fuck!”
He turned and sat at the foot of the bed to remove the obstructions, then kicked out of the rest of his clothes. When he stood up again, Abby gasped in approval. His ass was hard and gently rounded. She couldn’t wait to dig her fingers into the round cheeks as he pounded into her. His back broadened into wide strong shoulders and the muscles moving from his waist to those strong shoulders were outlined in awe-inspiring detail.
Then he turned around and all rational thought left her brain. The man was built like an Olympic athlete. Not the strong yet trimmed body of a runner or maybe a swimmer, but the toned, hard physique of a boxer or weightlifter, only without the extra bulk.
The moment she focused on his cock, though, Abby’s mouth watered and she curled her tongue over her bottom lip. Harry was gorgeous. She’d never thought of a man’s penis in such a light before, but the column of flesh jutting straight out from his body could only be described in words that appreciated its appearance.
The ruddy head seemed to mushroom out into a monster-sized hat while the stalk that would easily require both hands to encircle bobbed in time to Harry’s heartbeat. The impressive dick would stretch her pussy to an exquisite burn that would consume her. It was going to take some preparation, but Abby was sure she could take him and couldn’t wait to get started. When her eyes returned to his face, it was obvious he’d enjoyed the way she sized him up and the extra time she’d taken to admire his cock.
“God, you’re beautiful!” burst out of her mouth before she could stop it.
He squished up his brows. “Beautiful? I’m a man, not a woman, Abby.”
“Sorry, but what I see is nothing short of amazing, and beautiful is in the eye of the beholder. I behold beautiful,” she told him with a broad smile.
Instead of letting it annoy him, Harry just shook his head with a grin and slowly climbed onto the bed to stalk her like a lion until she’d crawled as far up the bed as she could.
“Lie back down for me. I want to lick my way up your body. I know it’ll drive me mad with need, but I have to taste you.”
Abby bit into the pillow when Harry’s tongue licked beneath her ass cheeks. He nuzzled her there, then continued to the fleshy part of her butt, licking, then nipping until she was grinding her pussy into the covers. When she started to lift to her knees to get closer to his mouth, he placed one hand at the small of her back and gently pushed her back down.
“Shhhh, babe. Be still for me.”
Was he freaking kidding her? How was she supposed to be still when he was igniting her world?
He pushed her legs apart, then settled between them at the level of her knees. The roughness from his hair thighs seemed to notch up her arousal even more.
“Please, Harry. Stop teasing me.”
“Patience, Abby. I’ll take care of you.” He punctuated the rest of his sentence with a bite to each ass cheek between each word. “Real.” Bite. “Good.” Bite. “Care.” Bite. “Of.” Bite. “You.”
She panted through the slight stings, then groaned when he licked each spot where he’d bitten her. God, he was perfect! She’d always loved the edge and thought she’d never find another man who would enjoy it as much as she and her fiancé had before he’d been killed.
Harry changed positions and spread his legs so that his knees were now on either side of her hips. Abby didn’t move her spread legs since she’d figured out that with her legs spread out so far she could get a little friction on her pussy from the quilt when she pressed her hips into the mattress.
Lips and tongue continued to tease her over her hips, then slowly, painfully slowly up her spine. When he nipped her shoulder at the same time a tongue swiped up her pussy slit, Abby screamed into the pillow, then jerked her head around to find that Thad had joined them. His eyes met hers and he winked before burying his face between her spread legs once more. The dual attention of the two men sent her spiraling out of control.
Harry chuckled next to her ear. “Surprise, baby. Looks like I have help. I think it’s safe to say that you are now royally screwed.”
Chapter Nineteen
Oh. My. God! This is it. It’s really going to happen. I’m going to be with two men at one time.
Abby buried her head in the pillow, knowing that her face was red by the way her cheeks burned. Now that she wasn’t quite as caught up in the heat and passion that Harry had elicited from her earlier, part of her felt a little embarrassed for them to see her body and another part of her felt guilty about the two-men situation. She’d never been a prude, having experimented with David with all sorts of things. Ménage had never been one either of them had even considered, just like they’d both balked at the idea of swinging. It just hadn’t been for them.
But in the here and now, with the circumstances of the world as they were, being with two men didn’t seem quite as wrong as it had back then, but it still gave her a feeling of taboo that kept the heat in her cheeks until she felt Harry’s hard, thick cock pressing against her lower back with his heavy balls against her ass. He continued to nip and lick along her shoulders. He lifted her hair off the back of her neck and placed wet, open-mouthed kisses over her neck before nipping at the nape with sharp teeth.
“Turn her over, Harry. It’s time to get serious.” Thad’s hoarse words had barely left his mouth before Harry had moved and was turning her to her back.
Thad slid between her legs, using his shoulders to keep them apart as he spread her pussy lips and blew against the tender wet folds. Abby turned her head back and forth, reaching for Harry to help her. Help her with what, she had no idea, but something.
While Thad continued to tease her lower half, Harry massaged her breasts with both of his massive hands, kneading and mounding them before he scraped a blunt fingernail over the tips of her nipples. She lifted her hips toward Thad’s mouth in reaction and pressed her shoulders back into the mattress.
“Whoa, babe. Be still for us.” Harry stretched out beside her and ran the pads of his thumbs over her nipples until they were so sensitive she needed something rougher to give her the same pleasure she’d had only moments before.
Abby opened her mouth to beg for more but before the words left her mouth, Harry pinched them with just enough force to have her screaming before he took her scream into his mouth. He ate her, thrusting
his tongue deep inside, running it up and down her own tongue before nipping her lower lip when she’d settled down.
“You’re so fucking beautiful when you do that. I bet you creamed all over Thad’s face, didn’t you, honey?”
Harry didn’t wait for her to answer. He started licking around each nipple, tracing the slightly darker ring of her areola before stabbing his tongue directly on top of her tender nipple.
Even if she’d been given the chance to answer, Abby wasn’t sure she could have. It was all she could do to pant and take in enough oxygen to keep her heart beating, however erratically it seemed to be at the moment. She wanted more of that but wasn’t sure she could handle it at the moment.
“Harry, grab her hand and bring it down here. You’ve got to taste her. She’s better than apple pie, eh?”
Harry took one of her hands and pulled it down to where Thad took her by one finger and dragged it through her pussy lips so that it grew wet with her own juices. Then he handed it back to Harry who brought it to his mouth.
“Open your eyes, Abby. Watch me.” He opened his mouth and stuck her finger inside before closing around it and twirling his tongue over her finger. Then he closed his eyes and sucked with a loud moan.
When he threw back his head, still sucking on that digit, she swore he looked even hotter with the way his face grew slack with lust. He pulled her finger from his mouth with a soft pop. He shoved her hand back down to her cunt, letting Thad drag her finger back through her pussy lips then brought it back up to his mouth but didn’t suck on it this time. Instead he stared into her eyes and slowly lowered it toward her face.
“Taste yourself, Abby. You taste like a fresh, tart apple pie, just like Thad said. Open up, babe.” Harry pushed her finger deep into her mouth and the flavor of her desire was even sexier because of how Harry kept his eyes on hers.
The instant that she pulled her finger from her mouth, Harry plastered his lips on hers. He swiped his tongue over every part of her mouth, sucking her tongue into his mouth as if to make sure he didn’t miss even one drop of her essence. The way he ate her made Abby feel completely wanted and totally taken.
