Decadent

by Shayla Black

Page 9

 

  To her right, the bed dipped again. Heat blasted her, coming closer with each second, until another hard male body plastered itself against her side. Luc.

  Shirtless, she discovered as she reached out to touch him.

  Her fingers encountered skin as soft as suede over steelhoned muscles. Then his midnight hair, gloriously loose and hanging around his wide, bronzed shoulders.

  Luc planted a series of soft kisses on her cheek and down her neck as he worked a hand in between her and Deke, until he found the hard point of her nipple through her shirt and caressed her. A sweet ache pooled there, tingling, lingering.

  Moisture gushed between her legs. Oh wow!

  Deke tore away from his possession of her mouth long enough to taste the skin of her neck, nibble on her collarbone.

  A shaky sigh escaped her lips. Her eyes fluttered open, settling on Luc and his boiling chocolate eyes melting her, watching her, inviting her to sin. She threaded her fingers through the loose, inky hair. Luc looked like a gentleman pirate—barely tamed, sensual, promising pleasure—willing to take whatever he wanted. Kimber’s breath caught as he moved closer.

  Then Deke distracted her as he plowed into the buttons of her lacy blouse, swept both halves of the flimsy garment aside, then shoved her bra up, exposing her to his ravenous gaze. He covered her breast with one huge palm. Kimber sucked in a sharp breath at the lightning contact. Deke didn’t pause to let her catch up. He simply lifted her breast, testing its weight, then brushed his thumb over the taut tip. Tingles erupted again.

  Kimber had almost no time to be overwhelmed by Deke’s fondling before Luc’s mouth settled over her own. Like a maestro, he played her with his kisses. Soft strains at first—a gentle brush of lips, a teasing lick of her bottom lip, a sexy sigh as he pressed her mouth open, taunting her with the notion that he might take the addicting kiss deeper. But he didn’t.

  Moaning restlessly, she lifted her mouth to Luc. He merely smiled, then nipped at her bottom lip with a playful bite. He was gentle, teasing building the anticipation, filling her with a tender swell of want.

  Still at her breasts, Deke didn’t build a gentle anything—and made it clear he didn’t intend to be overlooked or overshadowed. Instead, he sucked her nipple into his mouth with a hard pull, drawing desire directly from the aching point, which hardened like a rock against his tongue. Then he bit down, enough to sting. Enough to send a fireball of want through her breast, jetting down her belly, to crash right between her legs. She whimpered and arched up to him in offering.

  “She’s beautiful, Deke,” Luc whispered against her mouth. “Better than fantasy. ” Kimber warmed under the praise, but found herself holding her breath, waiting for Deke’s response. Would he agree? It didn’t matter, really. Learning for Jesse was the goal. But somehow, it did matter. Though it was hard to decipher why when Deke lifted his mouth, transferred it to her other breast, and created another fireball of need, which had her gasping and wet.

  “Isn’t she, Deke?” Luc prodded.

  Am I? Why did his opinion matter, damn it? Maybe because the thought of the man teaching her about sex not finding her attractive was distasteful. She wanted him to see past the tomboy. That had to be it.

  “Yes,” he groaned across her breast, his breath striking her wet nipple, cooling it, hardening it more. “Like a fucking wet dream. ”

  His words vibrated deep inside her, straight to her swollen folds. God, she wanted. She throbbed…

  Then Deke’s hands were at her skirt, pushing, lifting, sliding the soft material across her skin. The sensations didn’t arouse half as much as the sheer knowledge that Deke’s rough palms followed. From her calves, to knees, to thighs, up her hips.

  The touch of his calloused skin over her sensitive flesh lit her up even more. The fireball multiplied and settled between her legs, right under her clit. Luc unhooked the front clasp of her bra and laved at one nipple, while Deke tore off his shirt, sat back on his heels, and stared.

  “These have to come off. ” He glared at the flesh-colored thong underwear she’d bought this morning so she’d have something sexy to wear.

  Before she could take hold of the waistband and peel them off, Deke grabbed one side. With hot male eyes in a face shouting that he was strung out on lust, he wrapped the wisp of fabric around his fist and pulled. A surprised gasp and a soft rip later, and Kimber was basically naked. Luc made basically a fact by pulling the blouse and bra down her shoulders, then sliding the skirt down her hips, to the floor.

  Deke hissed in a harsh breath as he looked down at her, his stare unabashedly focused between her legs, on the sparse dark reddish curls. A glance to the right showed her that Luc was taking the scenic route to the same view, as his gaze traveled over her dips and swells, starting with her breasts, down to her waist, over the flat of her belly. Then lower.

  Luc looked ready to savor every moment. Deke…those glowing blue eyes of his told her that he was ready to dive into the feast. Now.

  Kimber’s breath hitched. Her heart pounded, pulsing through her body, making her clit throb madly.

  “Deke?” Luc asked softly beside him.

  This pause of Deke’s, it must be unusual. Kimber could see Luc’s confusion under his lust. She didn’t have time to ponder or frown before Deke’s gravel voice vibrated inside her, stroking her desire a notch higher.

  “Damn, she’s wet. ”

  “Very,” Luc murmured. “Why don’t you find out just how wet?” Yes, please! If Kimber hadn’t already known she damn near dripped with desire, Deke proved it by sliding his thumbs up her swollen labia and parting them wide, the pads sliding over her slick skin. His touch was electric as he forced her flesh apart for his and Luc’s gazes.

  Knowing the two of them watched and wanted her sent Kimber’s desire soaring, almost hurtling her beyond her ability to breathe.

  One of Deke’s thumbs slid closer to her weeping opening, and Kimber felt her emptiness acutely. She ached for him to fill her empty sex with the stiff length of his cock—badly. Dangerous, yes. And wrong. But with every touch, her body fell under his spell until it was his to control, not hers. Of its own accord, her body raised its hips to him in silent pleading.

  “Don’t,” he warned her. “Do not tempt me to fuck you. ”

  Denied but more feverish because of it, her thoughts whirled. Was he annoyed by her attempts to experience more of what he could give her? Or that his unraveling self-control was already hanging by a thread?

  Lovely thought that she, inexperienced Kimber, a girl whose pigtails and karate classes he used to ridicule, could test him so thoroughly. A glance at Luc proved he was in no better shape.

  Eyelids half closed, she sent the men a slumberous stare, then focused on Deke’s penis. It tented his slacks. Hard, thick—and growing, even as she looked at him.

  Kimber sent them a kittenish smile, and before she thought better of it, she lifted her hips to Deke again.

  He snarled at her and reached for his zipper. “You’re begging for what you don’t want me to give you. Stop now. ”

  “Just make her come,” Luc whispered, the voice of sanity. “She’s needy and doesn’t know what she’s asking for. ”

  She frowned. She did know what she was asking for—relief! Deke wanted her; his unflagging erection made that clear.

  But he was saying no, just like he’d said no to vaginal intercourse during their conversations. Why? He liked women, she knew. Jesse. She couldn’t forget Jesse.

  She needed to experience sex his way, but still come to him a virgin, as she’d said she would.

  Deke had vowed that he wouldn’t take a virgin. He didn’t want to claim anyone.

  Now she recalled… Somehow, his stance disturbed her.

  Deke’s fingers curled into fists. He swallowed. The effort to resist her was costing him dearly.

  “Right,” he said finally, his voice like gravel in a blender. “I’ll make her come. �
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  “We talked about this earlier,” Luc assured her, leaning closer to lay a soft kiss across her mouth, then the side of her breast. “For tonight, you’ll just take pleasure from us, get used to the sensations of two men pleasuring you at once. When you’re ready, we’ll teach you about pleasing us in return. No rush. No pressure.

  Okay?”

  She sent him a shaky nod, barely able to focus her thoughts away from Deke and his promise. He was going to make her come. Kimber had no doubt he could. In about thirty seconds. Or less. Would it erase the aching emptiness inside her?

  Swinging her gaze back over to Deke, she took in his flushed cheeks, the harsh rise and fall of his heavily muscled chest, the sinew and veins roping his thick forearms. Sleek, powerful, all male. Fresh want pulsed in her belly, in her sex.

  No. Think about Jesse. Whatever pleasure Deke gave her was for instructional purposes. It would have to be enough. No big, pulsing, more-than-ready-to-do-the-job cocks inside her.

  “Just touch me. ” The words fell from her lips, soft, imploring.

  “I will, in any way I can. I’m going to find out every way to make you come and get you off until you beg me to stop. ”

  Oh, God. Did he mean that? Her body hoped he did, every word.

  She swallowed a burning lump of lust. “Please. ” Unable to stop herself, she lifted her hips to him one more time.

  Deke didn’t turn down the invitation to touch her. He slipped a thick finger into her wet depths, swiping his thumb over her clit with the other. Electric sparks blended with pure magic to brush her skin with want, fire her blood with pure need. She mewled. When he repeated the process, and Luc bent to take her mouth in a kiss ripe with sensual demand, her mewls became low moans.

  Luc swallowed the sounds and lifted his hand to cover her breast, fingers toying with her nipple, gently pinching, turning, awakening. He sent more bolts of lust south, down low, to join the heavy pulse of demand her body pumped out at each brush of Deke’s thumb over her clit.

  Legs taut, back bowed, Kimber felt the edge of climax drawing near. And they’d what, touched her for less than two minutes? She was drowning, flying, aching desperately—and didn’t want it any other way.

  Deke pushed a second finger inside her, fighting to slide his thick digits in. A sting became an ache as he muscled his way deeper inside her. Finally, her flesh swallowed him up and clamped down on him. He swore.

  “She’s burning me alive. ”

  Luc nodded, breathing against her neck as he took her earlobe between his teeth.

  “Tell me how she feels. ”

  Hedonistic Luc was encouraging Deke, trying to drive her over the edge with wicked words, flirting dangerously with Deke’s ragged control.

  “She’s so damn tight and hot. Her pussy is gripping me. Clinging. Rippling. Fuck!”

  “Pump her with your fingers. ”

  Deke gasped and began to slide his fingers in and out of her tight passage. “Can’t stop. Too fucking good to stop. ”

  “Come for us, sweetheart. ” Luc whispered in her ear, brushing his thumbs across so-sensitive nipples.

  Kimber felt swollen everywhere. Strung tight. Ached inside her own skin. Damp with perspiration, wet with need, blood raced through her body. Her heart pumped. Her skin tingled. And still Deke kept that incessant, merciless thumb strumming her clit. His fingers slid in and out, plying some sensitive spot inside her sex she’d never found on her own.

  Luc whispered against her mouth, “You look beautiful. I can’t wait to watch you scream in climax. ” Then, with insistent fingers, he plucked at her aching nipple.

  Too much. It was all too much to resist. Holding out wasn’t an option.

  Heat built. Blood roared. Kimber held her breath, whimpered, moaned—before the pleasure condensed between her legs into a concentrated burst of energy that exploded like a supernova, sending her hurtling deep into a realm of ecstasy she’d never imagined.

  “Yes!” Deke’s fingers stayed lodged in her, and she could feel her sex clutch him, squeezing, releasing, caressing him again.

  “Yes. Again,” he demanded. “Come again. ”

  She moaned. “I don’t think I can. ”

  Luc laughed, low and amused and thrumming with sensual promise. “We’ll take care of you. ”

  “But usually after once, I’m…spent. ”

  Deke shook his head with sharp military precision or anger—or a bit of both.

  “Not with two men. You come repeatedly, until you’re so exhausted you’re nearly unconscious. ”

  Unconscious? Kimber opened her mouth to argue, though she really didn’t have the energy. And couldn’t quite focus with his thumb continuing to play over her clit, making her twitch and pulse, prolonging her pleasure until her head spun.

  Until it slowly built to more. Until she ached again.

  “That’s right,” Deke murmured.

  Then he bent down to her. No preliminaries. No waiting. No warning. His tongue lashed her clit, assuming the same teasing movements as his thumb.