Raw Silk

by Delilah Devlin

  The women both looked up, their gazes meeting, wicked smiles curving their mouths. They rolled away, and Danny took the center of the bed. He glanced at Camille first. “Your pussy on my mouth.”

  Camille gave a catlike smile, crawled toward the headboard and spread her thighs over Danny’s face.

  “Lacey, mount his cock,” Jake said tightly.

  “What about you?” Camille said.

  “I’m gettin’ mine, darlin’.”

  The bed dipped, and Danny saw Jake’s tall frame looming, his head ducking beneath the fan circling on the ceiling as he stepped toward the headboard and faced Camille as she crouched over Danny.

  Danny’s perspective, watching Jake’s crinkled, reddish sac and the jut of his thick cock, gave him one more sensory detail—one too many to control the tight, curling pleasure that licked at his own balls and stiffened his cock to hot, painful steel.

  He watched as Jake fisted himself and circled the tip of his cock around Camille’s lips.

  Danny licked along Camille’s seam, her warm humid musk surrounding him.

  Her sex was soaked, arousal slicking her cunt lips and smearing her inner thighs.

  He thrust his tongue into her as he watched her open her mouth and suck Jake’s cock, her cheeks hollowing as she leaned in to take him.

  The moist sounds above weren’t so very different from the ones he produced below. Camille rocked her pussy over his mouth, keeping time with the motions of her head as she consumed Jake’s cock.

  Small pale hands slipped beneath Camille’s arms, and Lacey cupped her friend’s breasts, squeezing the globes then pinching the hard tips. Lacey’s own movements quickened as she rose and fell, her channel giving creamy caresses all along his shaft, driving him crazy.

  He cupped Camille’s buttocks and went to work on her pussy, hoping to keep his mind so involved with her pleasure that his own didn’t overtake him before he saw to Lacey’s.

  It was a superhuman effort. A sacrifice he swore he’d never undertake again.

  He lay trapped between quivering thighs and weighed down by bouncing hips. His cock slid in hot silk, his mouth was filled with feminine lust.

  He opened his eyes and stared upward again at Jake. Jake’s hips flexed in shallow jolts, wagging his red balls. The sight should have cooled his ardor, but Danny had the strongest urge to wrap his mouth around those balls and suckle, because he knew how good it felt but was curious how Jake’s would feel against his tongue.

  He clutched Camille’s ass harder, pinching her buttocks, and ground his mouth against her, stroking her clit, nipping it with his teeth. Her moans, muffled around the cock stuffing her mouth, increased in volume.

  “That’s it, baby,” Jake said. “You’ve got it just right. A little deeper. Fuck!”

  Camille jerked against Danny’s mouth, and Jake gave a shout, his balls stroking forward and lodging at the back of Camille’s throat, then pulling back and filling her again.

  Danny moaned against Camille’s sex, felt the liquid spill from inside her, lapped it up and suckled her clit, flicking his tongue against the rigid kernel.

  Camille’s body shivered, and she cried out.

  “Fuck, easy, baby,” Jake groaned. “Watch the teeth.”

  Camille rocked feverishly forward and back, and Danny let her, lapping his tongue over her clit, over her lips, flicking and laving until the pulses slowed, and she sighed.

  Jake pulled away from her mouth and pressed her face against his hip. “It’s okay,” he crooned, stroking her hair while she gulped for air and trembled.

  “Lacey,” Danny quietly reminded the other two.

  Camille, with Jake’s help, climbed off Danny’s face, and they both crawled down the bed.

  Danny stuffed a pillow under his head to watch Lacey, who gritted her teeth, sweat trickling down her face and between her breasts.

  Jake took up position behind her and stroked his hands over her back and down to her buttocks. Camille knelt at Danny’s side and bent toward Lacey’s breasts, licking one then the other, suckling and twisting her nipples.

  Jake grabbed her hips and lifted Lacey then slammed her downward, taking over the work as Danny lifted his knees, set his feet in mattress and began to pump upward to meet Jake’s downward thrusts.

  The two men worked, Jake fucking her pussy down Danny’s cock, Danny slamming upward until her head fell back, and her mouth twisted around a helpless whimper.

  “Danny, please,” Lacey said, desperation in her pleading gaze.

  Jake lifted her off Danny’s cock, forced her to her back, and slipped to the side as Danny mounted her, slamming deep and hard with his first thrust, then rucking up her legs and hammering harder with little finesse because he was too excited, too far gone to get it right.

  But it must have been exactly what she needed because her hands raked his back, and her back bowed. She screamed.

  Danny gave a shout and emptied his balls, slamming her pussy in wild, reckless strokes until he couldn’t catch his breath and collapsed over her.

  “Damn, that’s what it looks like, huh?” Jake whispered loudly.

  “God, I’m hot again. Danny’s ass is a powerhouse.”

  “You tryin’ to get a spanking?”

  Camille giggled. “I have the oddest urge to suck his balls.”

  A deep growl sounded from the end of the bed. Camille yelped and giggled again. The bed bounced, and then the sound of flesh meeting flesh in quick sharp succession made Danny jerk up his head to peer behind him.

  Jake had Camille stretched across his thighs and was swatting her wriggling butt while she laughed and whimpered.

  “Uncle!” Camille shouted.

  The slapping stopped, followed by moist, clasping sounds as Jake’s hand disappeared between Camille’s legs.

  Danny groaned and turned back to Lacey to nuzzle her shoulder. “You okay?”

  She smiled tiredly. “I think I’m dead.”

  “It okay if I don’t move for a while? You breathe?”

  Her arms stretched around his back, and she snuggled her face into the corner of his neck.

  Danny sighed, as content as he’d ever been, nestled deep inside Lacey’s body.

  Chapter Seven

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  Camille followed Lacey up the sidewalk from the parking lot beside the station house, her arms filled with a large grocery bag.

  “I don’t know how I feel about this,” Lacey hissed.

  “They said we could come.”

  “They wanted us to drop by for a tour, not settle in.”

  Camille swallowed down her own nervousness. “Guys have to eat.”

  “Trying to prove you can cook? Why not tell him you could afford to hire a chef? And why do it in the station house?”

  Camille stopped and peered over the top of the paper bag. “I don’t know. I guess I’m panicking a bit, like this is my one chance, and I don’t want to blow it.”

  “The way Jake looks at you, hon, I don’t think you have to worry.”

  Camille bit her lip. “How does he look?” Lacey’s wry smile melted the hard, cold knot in Camille’s stomach.

  “Like it’s Christmas, and you’re the shiny star on top of the tree,” she said softly.

  Camille frowned. “Like he’s putting me on a pedestal? That’s not what I want.”

  “If he puts you on a pedestal,” Lacey said with a wink, “it’s only because he wants to look under your skirt.”

  Camille shrugged. “Hmm. I’m okay with that. Guess Danny must be the little boy who’s too busy playing with the pretty wrapping to notice the gift inside.”

  Lacey’s expression soured. “This analogy has gone way too fucking far.”

  Camille shrugged. “Danny’s not deep.”

  A sigh was followed by the slumping of Lacey’s shoulders. “But he is a lot of fun. Maybe we aren’t giving him enough credit.”

  Camille hefted the bag again and set off down the concrete pathway. “I hope so for your sake.
You really like him, don’t you?”

  “It’s a little more than like,” Lacey whispered.

  “Already?”

  “You were in love with Jake from the first night.”

  Camille snorted. “Was not.”

  “Who wailed because she didn’t have the guts to see him again?”

  “I was just feeling out of sorts, because I didn’t think I’d ever have a night like that again—with both of them. Don’t start printing up wedding invitations.”

  “And you weren’t eating him up with your eyes at that soccer game?”

  “Shhh. Almost there.”

  Lacey snickered behind her as Camille came around the corner of the open bay of the station house. She halted, staring at the empty space. “Aren’t there supposed to be fire engines here?”

  “Think they’re out on a call?”

  “Duh. Now what?”

  “You must be Lacey and Camille,” a male voice called from deeper inside the garage.

  Camille turned, her gaze flickering over the man’s uniform—dark slacks and a blue, short-sleeved shirt.

  “Are they all built like that?”

  Lacey’s whisper wasn’t quiet. The man’s grin split his tanned face. He wasn’t a handsome man, but the smile he gave them both went a long way toward improving his attraction.

  “Let me take that sack,” he said, hurrying toward them.

  Camille handed it over. “We just stopped by to see—”

  “Jake and Danny,” he said, nodding. “I know. You have to stick around until they get back, or they’ll have my ass.” He headed to a door along a long white wall and pushed it open, standing to the side to let them both pass. “Kitchen’s down the hall on the right. I’m making spaghetti. Come keep me company.”

  Camille, followed by Lacey, walked down the hallway, past poster boards filled with official-looking memos and framed photos of the men and their trucks, and men working at fires. She would have liked to linger, but the fireman who’d taken charge had the kitchen door open, waiting on them.

  He set the bag on a long counter then offered his hand. “Name’s Clayton.” He gave Camille a glance that raked her head to foot. “Must be Camille.”

  Her cheeks burned, but she offered her hand, wondering how much the guys had told him about their relationship. Still, his expression was open and friendly.

  She gave him a smile. “And this is Lacey,” she said, turning to her friend.

  Clayton’s gaze lingered on Lacey’s red hair. He shook his head. “They’re lucky men. Don’t know what you see in those two.”

  Lacey’s cheeks bloomed with color, but she managed a charming smile. “So, I take it there’s a fire?”

  “Yeah, private residence. Started in a kitchen. They shouldn’t be too long. Why don’t you both have a seat at the table and keep me company. Tonight’s spaghetti night. You’re welcome to stay.”

  “I brought ingredients for bruschetta,” Camille said.

  “Great! If you’d like to help, there are aprons in the drawer next to the sink.”

  By the time Camille and Lacey had roasted fresh garlic, rubbed the long French baguettes with the garlic and olive oil, and piled slices with salami and a generous sprinkle of fresh mozzarella, and slid them into the oven, the meal was nearly ready.

  The three sat at the long table drinking coffee when a loud buzzer sounded.

  “That’s them,” Clayton said, putting down his cup.

  Camille and Lacey followed him back to the open door in time to see two red trucks slide inside. Doors slammed opened, and firemen dressed in protective gear and hats spilled out, all looking alike with soot blackening their faces.

  Two tall, burly guys strode toward Camille and Lacey, white-toothed smiles gleaming.

  “You came!” Jake said, grinning down at Camille.

  Her breath caught. He was a mess. But a sexy one. If she’d needed confirmation of his hero status, he was giving it in spades. She stepped closer, but he grimaced and held up his hands. “Shower first, sweetheart. Clayton, you keep ’em busy.”

  Danny gave the women a quick flashing grin but hurried after Jake.

  Clayton chuckled. “The others will take care of getting the vehicles and gear cleaned up. Jake and Danny have been like two caged tigers all day.”

  Camille and Lacey stayed in the bay, watching the men work. Besides nods and the occasional greeting, the men worked steadily before heading to the back to shower and change.

  The women were helping Clayton set the table when the door burst open and Jake and Danny, their hair still glistening from the shower, strode inside.

  Jake’s gaze landed on Camille, and again her breath caught. Cleaned up and dressed in dark slacks and a chest-hugging, dark blue tee, he was sexier than a man had a right to be and walking straight for her.

  His hands landed on the notches of her hips and pulled her in. She gave a little moan a second before his lips landed on hers.

  Several throats cleared, and Jake lifted his head, but only far enough so he could lean his forehead against hers. “Gonna be hell playing nice with these clowns watching,” he whispered.

  Camille grinned. “Your shift ends in the morning. And I’m taking the day off.”

  Jake gave her a hard, quick kiss then stepped back to begin the introductions.

  Camille caught Lacey’s dreamy expression and the way Danny held her hand as the men lined up to say hello.

  The meal was a surprisingly comfortable and fun affair, Jake’s and Danny’s firehouse buddies doing their best to relate the men’s most embarrassing mistakes in a lighthearted attempt to woo the ladies away. The bruschetta was a success, with Clayton saying he’d add it to the firehouse recipe box.

  The meal finally ended, and Jake and Danny walked the women to Camille’s car. Jake backed her up against her door. His hands slid around her hips to cup her bottom and pull her close. The evidence of his desire pressed hard against her belly.

  “Damn,” he breathed when he pulled back from a heated kiss.

  “Know the feeling,” she said, smiling softly.

  “Like the guys?”

  “Yeah. They’re nice.”

  “No, they’re not. But they knew I’d kick all their asses if they weren’t polite.”

  Her smile widened. “I don’t know if you’d win. They’re all built like tanks.”

  Jake sighed and wrapped his arms around her, pressing a kiss against her hair. “Tomorrow. Just you and me?”

  Camille glanced to the other couple, still deep in a noisy lip-lock. When her gaze swung back to Jake, she saw the taut line of his jaw and realized he really did want her to choose him. That this was the moment he was making a claim.

  Her skin warmed, her pussy melted, and she rose up on her toes to press a soft kiss against his thinned lips. “Just you and me. Please.”

  His arms hugged her tight, and then he cleared his throat, waiting for Danny to lift his head. “Time to get back. You know they’re all standing at the window, watching.”

  Danny laughed and gave Lacey a quick, hard kiss. “I like pancakes.”

  The girls got into the car and pulled away from the parking lot. Camille glanced into the rearview mirror to watch the men as they stood side by side, watching the women leave.

  Lacey groaned. “Now, how’m I supposed to sleep after that kiss?”

  “You seeing Danny tomorrow?”

  “Uh-huh. You?”

  “Yup. Just the two of us.”

  “Danny said you and Jake needed some alone time.”

  Camille darted a gaze at Lacey. “Doesn’t Danny want some of his own?”

  Lacey laughed. “He said he couldn’t wait to do all the wicked things he’d been too shy to try with you two watching.”

  Camille’s gaze swiveled to Lacey, whose wide smile stretched across her face. “Good God, what hasn’t he already tried?”

  Lacey shrugged. “I can’t even conceive of it, but he also mentioned that they’re planning a hiking tri
p on their next three-day break. They want us to come.”

  “When did you have time to talk?”

  “In between kisses.”

  “Hiking?” Camille shuddered. “I don’t even own a pair of boots.”

  “Like we need an excuse to shop?”

  “I don’t know. Sounds sweaty.”

  Lacey laughed. “Danny said, think ‘sex on a blanket under the stars’.”

  “And that’s all it took to convince you? He didn’t mention mosquitoes and snakes, did he?”

  “He said the guys would do all the work. All we have to do is be there.”

  “I’ve heard that one before,” Camille muttered, already worrying about being a wimp and disappointing Jake.

  “Come on. It’s a chance to get them alone—for three freaking days!”

  Three days in the wilderness. Two big, buff men doing all the strenuous stuff. “Think they’ll stay shirtless?” Camille murmured.

  “I’ll bet they’ll take every chance they get to strip raw.”

  Camille blew out a deep breath. “L.L. Bean, here we come.”

  *

  Jake rapped on Camille’s door early the next morning, still wearing his fireman’s uniform. He hadn’t hit the house for a shower, hadn’t wanted to wait a second longer than he had to. Seeing her at the station, listening to his buddies’ lighthearted ribbing after the women had left about how a guy like him could land a girl like that had kindled a desperate fire inside him.

  When Camille’s door opened, his breath left him in rush. He muscled through the door and slammed it closed behind him. “Don’t you care if the neighbors see you like that?”

  Camille gave him a small, coy smile. “I didn’t want you wasting any time.”

  Jake’s hands landed on the naked curve of her ass as he crowded her backward, walking her toward the sofa in the living room.

  Camille gave a soft, husky laugh. Her mouth was glossed with pale pink, and he knew exactly where he wanted to see that lip gloss smeared.

  “Camille,” he growled. “I have to know where this is going.”

  “To the couch it looks like,” she quipped.

  He halted in the middle of the floor. “No, baby, us.”

  “Us?” Her eyes widened with a hint of panic. “Can we wait to talk about it? I didn’t greet you in my birthday suit to start a long conversation.”