by Mari Carr, Red Phoenix, Angel Payne, Sierra Cartwright, Jenna Jacob, Victoria Blue
Drake’s growl conveyed the same deep hunger. “I say we test that theory. What do you think, my brother?”
“I think that’s the best fucking idea I’ve heard this week. This month.”
“No.” I sat straight up, pushing at Fletch’s shoulders with all my might. “You guys, I’m not—I don’t want—just no.”
Fletcher dragged both my hands beneath his parted, adoring lips. “Ten minutes. Give us ten minutes, sugar…then if you really want to stop, we absolutely will.”
Drake brushed my hair with his lips. “We only want you to feel perfect, Talia. Every beautiful, incredible inch of you.”
“Damn straight.” Fletcher drew two of my fingers into his mouth. Swirled his tongue around them in sensual worship, until pulling back to gently bite at their sensitive pads. “Every delectable nook, cranny, and curve.”
I moaned softly. It was so official. They could talk an Eskimo out of his igloo in the middle of a blizzard. With a reluctant whimper, I sank back down. As I did, Drake slipped free so that I rested against the mound of luxurious pillows. Fletcher followed me down, then instantly covered my mouth with his. His kisses were so much different than Drake’s, but I was already so used to them both, and able to change my own response accordingly. As Fletcher continued to explore my mouth, Drake unbuttoned my chaste white blouse, one button at a time. He covered each exposed space with a new, gentle kiss before moving down to the next.
When he got to the valley of my cleavage, he nuzzled his nose against my skin. “You smell like heaven. We are two lucky mother fuckers, Fletch.”
“Tell me about it.” Fletcher lifted his gaze, locking it with mine. “You’re a gift to be treasured, Talia. Let us show you the pleasure you deserve.”
With that, I surged up to initiate a kiss. They’d gotten me so turned on already. I wanted them to just stop talking and do something…anything to make the ache inside me go away.
“Sit up a sec. Let’s get some of this stuff out of the way.” Drake tugged my blouse down my shoulders. I sat back up, as he asked. Each man pulled a sleeve down and off my arm, leaving me panting and exposed in my white lace bra.
“So beautiful,” Fletcher groaned. “I love the white against your gorgeous dark skin.”
“There isn’t an inch of you that should be covered right now.”
Drake reached around to my back and expertly popped my bra open. I sunk deeper into the pillow cloud, feeling revered as my breasts were bared to both their openly lusting stares. He slid his hand down to my waist, where he unhooked the top of my skirt then lowered the zipper beneath it. The air filled with the soft clicks of each tooth escaping the captivity of its tab. I hadn’t heard many other sounds that were more erotic—as proven by the new pulsation in every tissue between my legs.
Without even thinking, I lifted my rear so Drake could slide the fabric down over my hips, exposing the sexy lingerie I wore beneath. I was immediately thankful that I’d listened to Margaux’s advice about packing a few extra things. The white lace panties matched my bra, something I’d never given an extra thought about until this trip, but I was damn glad I’d made the effort now. I watched the guys’ faces as inch after inch of my skin was bared. A white garter belt and nude stockings accompanied the panties, appearing to be nothing short of the Holy Grail to the men. Each one immediately reached to touch me. Drake rubbed from my ankle to my hip with long, languorous strokes, while Fletcher went right for my breasts. He rubbed my nipples with his thumbs, intensifying the treatment as my tips hardened for him. The sensation was exquisite. His slightly roughened skin abraded my tender buds, adding extra friction. Goose bumps covered my arms and thighs.
“I think these need to stay.” Drake glided a finger beneath one of the garter belts.
“Absolutely agreed,” Fletcher said.
“But these…”—Drake got up on his knees, yanking on my panties—“these need to go.”
If I was bashful before, I was beyond nervous now. It had been so long since I was bared to a man’s eyes like this—Gavin had never bothered to look, let alone appreciate—and now here I was with two, and every light on in the room.
“W-wait. Maybe we can…turn out the lights?”
“No way. We would miss all of the amazing details. I want to see the look on your face when I finally get my tongue inside you.”
I frantically looked between them. I wanted it yet didn’t at the same time.
Fletcher pinched the underside of my breast, making me yelp and give him a fierce look. “Stay right here with us,” he admonished. “Out of your head, baby. Understood?”
“Umm…yeah. Oh—ohhhhhh kaaayy.” I was unable to hold back my moan any longer. Drake had started working my panties back and forth over my clit. The friction was breathtaking. Tormenting. Perfect.
“Fine,” I finally blurted. “Lights stay on—but you two have to do something for me in return.”
I had no freaking idea where the moxie came from. Some bold force possessed me—so the opposite of all my natural instincts right now—but I liked it. I liked it a lot. So I let it take me farther, hitching me up on my knees. I turned toward Fletch first, reaching to unbutton his shirt, much the way Drake had mine. I did it slowly, one button at a time, looking into his striking blue eyes the entire time.
“Hmmm.” He smiled. “That feels nice.”
I smiled back. “Good.”
“But how is this ‘doing something for you’ when you’re doing the work?”
I didn’t stop, despite my trembling hands. “Because I want to see you too. And I want to feel you. All of you. Your skin against mine.”
I pushed his shirt across his shoulders, then down his arms. His white T-shirt was the only thing that stood between me and my goal…at least up top. I couldn’t focus on the rest right now, or I’d be a shaking ball of nerves. I tugged the tee out from his waistline and over his head, skimming his muscled torso as I went. I ran my fingers over him again and again, from his belt to his neck, enjoying the satiny soft skin stretched over the ripples of his defined muscles. My mouth watered. I longed to lean forward and bury my nose in the bit of hair on his chest, to drink him in without stopping.
But I wasn’t quite that bold yet.
I turned to Drake…but already found him bare-chested.
“Your wish is my command,” he grinned, almost apologetically. I couldn’t reprimand him, not while being so stunned and mesmerized by the tattoo wrapping from his shoulder and down his chest before disappearing into his waistband. It was vibrant and beautiful, just like the man who flaunted it.
“This is stunning.” I rubbed my fingers over the ink. I’d never caught even a glimpse of this incredible artwork before. It had always been perfectly hidden under his dress shirts. “What is all this?”
“A dedication to my fallen Marine brothers. This is the Marine logo, and this symbolizes the loss we all faced in the Gulf. I don’t know, it just felt right.” He gave a boyish shrug, and if I hadn’t been watching him so closely, I would have missed the haunted flash of grief in his dark, expressive eyes.
“It’s beautiful, Drake.” I grabbed his slightly fidgeting hands. “Like you.”
He leaned closer, bestowing me with an uncharacteristically gentle kiss. After brushing it over my lips, he kissed my nose and forehead before responding.
“Thank you, baby. You can’t possibly understand what your words mean to me.”
I smiled. My heart swelled at his emotional side, yet another perspective I’d never seen of him before. There were so many facets to both these men…so many sides that fleshed out the people they were behind their commanding, polished personas. They surprised me at every turn…which made me actually look forward to the turns now.
Ohhh, God.
Was my heart leading me into dangerous territory? I wasn’t sure I wanted that answer. I craved them both. Found a hundred new things every hour to adore about them both. Oh, I could easily fall for them both.
Perhaps I alread
y had.
Drake’s low rumble drew my sights back to his tanned face. “Lay back, Talia,” he directed without preamble. “I want to finish what I started.” He threw a pointed look at my panties. I fell back into the pillows again, in time to watch him crawl toward me…preparing to undress me even further. My sex quivered from the new contact of cool air. My stomach flipped in a complete chaos of excitement and apprehension.
“Ssshhh. Nothing you don’t want, remember?”
“I—I remember.”
“Angel. You look like you’re headed for the firing squad.”
“I’m…just nervous.”
Fletcher sidled closer to stroke my hair back from my forehead. “Why? We want to make you feel better than you ever have. We’ll make it amazing, if you just let us.”
I gave them a shaky little nod. Decided it was best if I just studied the ceiling and tried to relax. Sure, and I’d win the damn lottery tomorrow too. “Relax” and every one of its definitions fled my brain as Drake’s heavy hands skimmed masterfully up my thighs, then grabbed the small bands that held my panties together over my hips. He tugged slowly.
“Lift your hips, angel. Let me take them all the way off. And breathe, damn it.”
I pushed my feet into the mattress and prayed my Jell-O muscles would cooperate with my obedience. They came through, lifting me enough for Drake to strip the garment all the way off.
Fletcher’s low snarl broke into the erotic tension. “Fuck. I can smell your arousal, Tolly. It’s making my whole mouth water. What?” He shot back a shrug at my horrified glower. “It’s true. We’ve been talking about eating your pussy for so many months, I think I already know what it’s going to taste like.”
While he distracted me with those filthy, wonderful words, his partner in crime nipped his way down my side, then across the slight swell of my belly. He nuzzled into my skin, kissing me over and over.
“This is my favorite part of you so far, angel. I love the soft, womanly curve here…and here…and here. Damn. You’re like a treasure just for us to enjoy.”
I buried my hand in his thick hair while he continued to lick and tease the skin around my belly button before moving lower…lower…but then turning back. I whined in protest, scratching my nails into his scalp. Drake groaned, clearly enjoying the torment, proving he didn’t mind getting back as good as he gave.
And oh God…how he gave.
I dug my nails in deeper, repeating the move over and over, as he finally neared the juncture of my thighs. At last. My need had built so high, I forgot to be embarrassed or nervous about having his mouth on my private parts.
Fletcher busied himself at my breasts, kneading and tugging one side, then the other. Where his hands weren’t, his mouth was. His warm, savoring kisses and bites ignited the dizzy feeling in my mind. I was drowning in a sea of pleasure, and the only life ring I was interested in was an orgasm.
“It feels so good,” I finally found the strength to gasp.
“What does, baby?” Fletch glanced up from my breast, his eyes like summer, his smile fun of sin. “Tell us. We love hearing it. Tell all those voices in your head to go to hell, then let Lucifer bring you all the wicked shit we want to hear.”
“Everything.” It rushed from me on the bridge of a wanton smile. At least it felt wanton. I was breathy and needy…wicked and wild…and I reveled in every second of it. “All of it. More. More.”
Drake dipped lower between my legs, bringing his mouth level with my sex. Insecurity nagged despite the illicit words I’d just spilled, but I bit my lip against protesting his presence directly over those sensitive, hot folds. My clit quivered. My intimate entrance convulsed on the air, needing his mouth there…on me. Sucking me. Licking me…
He ran his fingers up my thighs, one hand on each side, joining them just above my neatly trimmed hair. He repeated the motion, each time ending a little lower. Sizzling sensations already shot out from my core, igniting my nervous system with electricity. I couldn’t keep still. When I squirmed under his touch, Drake chuckled low.
“Patience, sweet Talia. The build-up is half the fun.”
“Says who?” I panted back.
Fletcher joined him in a naughty chuckle. “Is her cunt wet, man?”
“You have no idea, brother.” He taunted me more by blowing across my tender flesh…continuing as he exposed the taut pearl at the very center of my need. As I groaned, he laughed again. “Oh, little girl. Your pussy is so wet, the inside of your thighs are shining. Right here.” He swirled his fingers in the moisture on my upper thighs. I stiffened and blushed. This was so embarrassing. I was…leaking? Everywhere?
“Don’t be shy. This is a huge turn-on, angel…seeing how aroused you are, knowing we’re the ones making you feel this way…”
Even if I’d wanted to retort, I couldn’t. All coherent thought exploded from existence as Drake took a lazy swipe with his tongue along the entire length of my cleft, not stopping until he concluded at the top of my mound. He did it with just the right amount of pressure too, eliciting a moan from deep in my throat. I quickly covered my mouth with my hand, aghast that I had sounded so flagrantly in need. Teasing and wicked were one thing, openly sexual was another.
Fletcher yanked at my hand. “Don’t hide your passion from us, sugar. When we hear that you like something, then we know to keep doing it. To keep you lost in every kind of pleasure we can bring.” He guided my hand above my head, wrapping my fingers around the rail of the headboard. “Hold on here if you need to do something with your hands. But no more hiding.”
I nodded, quirking up a smile at him—until Drake took another pass at me with his wicked, talented tongue.
“Ohhh!” I gripped the damn headboard until my circulation was threatened. Drake growled in approval, swirling around my clit, teasing at its edges with knowing swipes. I closed my eyes and felt every tingle move through my body. He repeated the action over and over until my belly was wound so tightly, I wanted to burst.
“Is she as sweet as we thought?” Fletcher watched Drake with hooded eyes.
“Better. You should come try for yourself, though. Don’t take my word for it.”
Fletcher moved down, joining his friend between my legs. The moment was so forbidden, so erotic, I wondered if it was all a dream—until Fletch spread my leg out farther on the sheets. He stared at my splayed body like I was the Madonna. The look in his eyes made my breath seize in my chest. The three of us weren’t supposed to be feeling as deeply as we were, but both their gazes reflected exactly what I felt in my heart.
Fletcher finally bent his head—and pressed a kiss right on my illicit entrance. He didn’t stop there. I gasped as he snuck his tongue out, dipping into the opening. My whole body trembled, giving him encouragement to repeat the move over and over. He delved deeper with each wet stab, making my pulse race, my pussy clench, and my body strain.
He groaned in pleasure when I clenched my inner walls on his tongue. “Damn, woman. You’re going to make me come in my pants if you keep that up.”
Drake emitted a roguish snort, guessing at what I’d done. “She does have a tight little cunt, doesn’t she?”
“I can’t wait to feel it wrapped around my cock.”
“No shit. Heaven, right?”
“Oh my God. Please!” I wasn’t above begging at that point. The more their tongues played around, the more my mind dipped and swerved. I needed to feel them inside me more than I needed my next breath. “Please! Someone—”
“Easy, Tolly.” Drake rained a few kisses along my thigh. “All in due time. There’s so much more we have to explore. I haven’t had my fill of all this sweet honey of yours.”
“Please. Just please—before I lose my nerve about all this. I want—I need—please just do it.”
Fletcher lifted off for a second. “Don’t you love her innocent version of dirty talk?”
Drake growled. “You have no fucking idea.”
“Makes me harder…if that’s possible.”<
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He finished that by scooting off the bed then reaching for the waist of his slacks. “Shit,” I gasped out. This was real. It was truly about to happen.
I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he eased the fabric apart, revealing his golden, toned body encased in sexy black boxer briefs. He slid even those down his hips, pushing them down his legs before stepping from them.
His erection stood proudly from his body, swaying as he crawled back onto the bed. He was much bigger than Gavin—at least from what I could remember, considering I’d rarely seen him in the light. This—him—Fletcher—he was so much better than all those memories. So much more fascinating.
I was especially mesmerized by the shape of his broad, firm head…and reached out to carefully stroke him there.
“That’s it baby,” he hissed. “Yessss. Touch me.”
His head fell back as I wrapped my fingers around his stiff crown, then gently squeezed. His growing arousal gave me courage. I stroked more, running my thumb along the full vein on the underside of his shaft, feeling him jump in my grasp as I did so. I smiled at him shyly—then tightened my hold.
“I like the way you do that.” His voice was deep and husky. The look in his eyes promised satisfaction. It empowered me to continue with my exploration. I used my other hand to scrape my nails along the inside of his thigh, now knowing how sensitive that area became from when Drake did it to me.
Drake hustled off the bed to check the nightstand drawer. Apparently he had stashed a few condoms there since we arrived. He returned with two little packages in his hand, deftly flipping one Fletcher’s way. Fletch snatched it out of the air and instantly tore it open. I couldn’t tear my eyes from him as he stroked himself a few times, before rolling the latex over the head and down his shaft.
He gave me his naughtiest grin while positioning himself directly between my thighs. When Drake climbed all the way back onto the bed, he sat near my head then directed, “Let me sit behind you, baby girl.”
