Sarah's Seduction

by Lora Leigh

  Her hands fluttered, then settled on the chair arm, gripping it desperately as his hands went to her thighs and began smoothing the shirt up them. She could feet her body warming, arousal building. She didn’t want it to, she still couldn’t believe it could happen, but it did. And Sam looked so much like Brock that it was easy to allow herself to slip into the desire he needed.

  Brock didn’t approach Sam. He just sat on the couch watching, breathing heavily, entranced with the sight of another man preparing to pleasure his woman. Sarah allowed herself to relax in the chair, to lift her hips as Sam drew the shirt over them. Then he was pulling it from her body and tossing it aside.

  “I know what you like,” Sam whispered as he leaned forward, his lips touching hers as she watched him, wide-eyed with shock and desire. “Will you let me give you what you need, Sarah?”

  He whispered the words then licked her lips. Sarah’s eyelids fluttered, her breasts heaved with the need for air. She felt her thighs weakening, her cunt moistening, preparing her body for her lover’s brother.

  His lips drifted over hers, his fight for control tightening his muscles, making his body tremble. She could feel the drive for domination in his body, his desperate fight to stay gentle, to touch her with tenderness in spite of the fury raging inside him. He didn’t want gentle, he didn’t want easy. She nipped his lip. Hard.

  Sam jerked, his eyes flaring with surprise.

  “What’s the point, if it doesn’t help you?” she asked him. “I’m not Marly. I don’t need your love.”

  Sam’s eyes narrowed.

  “I could hurt you.” She could see the fear in his eyes that he would.

  Her hands rose from his shoulders, going to his thick hair and fisting in it tightly.

  “And I could hurt you.”

  She watched his eyes flare, his lust rising, but the shadows lessened. A hard smile tilted his face. He jerked her to him, his lips mashing down on hers, driving her lips into her teeth as his tongue speared into her mouth. And Brock was watching. Sarah gave herself to Sam, to the violence he was more than willing to spend on her body, her arousal deepening at the thought that Brock watched. That he approved.

  Sam groaned into her mouth as her nails pricked his scalp. His hands were at her back, his blunt nails scratching over her skin, his mouth eating at her, the violence of the kiss throwing them both into a maelstrom of pleasure.

  Sarah was breathing hard, rough, when Sam ended their kiss. There was a smear of blood on his lip where her teeth had nipped him. He licked over it experimentally, then grinned. A true grin. One filled with promise.

  “Sarah?” Brock was standing beside the chair, concern marking his face, and he wasn’t alone.

  Cade was there, his eyes narrowed on them both. Sarah was breathing roughly. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples hard, on fire with hunger. As she watched Brock, her eyes heavy lidded, she felt Sam’s mouth cover one of the turgid tips. She moaned harshly as she felt the edge of his teeth, a sharp nip, a rough lave of his tongue. She bucked against his him, her body catching fire as Brock’s eyes seemed to glitter with knowledge, with intent as he bent to her free breast.

  She screamed out with the searing sensations. Two mouths, equally hot, teeth equally sharp, hard male groans vibrating against her flesh as both breasts were tended to. It was too much. She didn’t know if she could handle more. Her head fell back, one hand burying in Brock’s hair, her fingers clenching tight and hard in the strands, the other repeating the action in Sam’s. They were killing her. Their fingers plumped her flesh, mouths suckled hard, teeth nipped while tongues stroked. Sarah’s moans shocked even her. Deep and harsh, hungry.

  A sense of movement had her eyes opening. Sam and Brock drew away from her as Cade pushed the central table out of the way and dragged the mattress from the futon couch in the corner of the room. Each man was naked now, cocks hard and throbbing, swollen with anticipation and lust.

  “Are you sure, baby?” Brock bent, his tongue soothing her swollen lips. “Be sure it’s what you want, Sarah.”

  She was breathing so hard it nearly hurt. Her hand fell to her heaving stomach, her fingers gliding slowly to the heated flesh between her thighs. Her fingers dipped into the valley of her cunt, sliding low, to the entrance of her vagina. There, they dipped into the narrow channel as each man watched in fascination. She lifted her hand, her fingers glistening with the slick essence of her want. She brought one finger to her lips, coating them with the glistening juice, then sucked her finger languidly.

  “Son of a fucking bitch,” Brock growled, his eyes dazed.

  Sam wasn’t nearly as vocal, he used actions to show his approval. He jerked her from the chair against his chest, picking her up and carrying her to the mattress.

  “She’s using the plug.” Sarah heard Cade growl. “Take it out before we go any further.”

  Sam flipped her on her stomach when he laid her down, jerking her hips up, her knees automatically catching her weight. The position lifted her buttocks, giving each man a clear view of the bottom of the device.

  Sarah growled as she felt Sam grip it, then with steady pressure pull it from her body. Her muscles gripped it, sending a flare of heat through her anus, contracting her womb. A hard hand fell on the cheek of her ass. Her hips bucked. She wanted to beg for more. She stayed silent instead, her head lowered, submission vibrating through her body.

  The hand fell again on the other side. She jerked, her head tossing. The flare of heat, the provocative position, the acts she knew were coming sent her spiraling into a lust that frightened her. Her head lifted. There was Brock, on his knees before her, stroking his cock slowly as he watched her carefully.

  She saw the rising heat in his eyes, but also concern.

  Sam slapped her again. She arched her back, the pleasure/pain zinging through her body. None of the blows were hard enough to seriously hurt, but she knew her flesh would be blushing now, her buttocks slowly reddening beneath the ministrations.

  “I love you, Sarah,” he whispered deeply.

  “—love you—” she groaned as another blow landed.

  Her head tossed. This was for Sam. Sam and Cade. She somehow knew Brock would partake of Marly. The other woman was on the couch, her eyes wide, flared with arousal and surprise.

  Sarah met her look, she saw the arousal, the acceptance and even pleasure in Marly’s eyes. The other woman knew what was coming, knew she would soon be feeling Brock’s cock slamming inside her cunt while her lover fucked another woman.

  And Sarah felt no resentment. She felt a kinship with Marly, an understanding she never thought she would reach.

  “Sarah.” Brock was still worried.

  Sam’s mouth went to Sarah’s buttocks, his teeth scraping the sensitive skin, his groans a husky growl. Sarah didn’t answer her lover, her hand wrapped around his bulging cock and she drew him to her, ignoring his surprise. Her lips wrapped around the purpled head, sucking it into her mouth, her cry a strained groan as she felt Sam’s teeth and tongue caressing her flesh harder. Deeper.

  His hands went to her hair. The feel of them bunching in the strands, pulling her closer, sent her to another level of heat. She could feel the moisture leaking from her cunt, coating the lips and her inner thighs.

  He drew back from her, glancing at his brothers, then at her with a small smile.

  “You’re sure, baby?” he asked her. “Be positive.”

  “Will you still love me? Always?” She needed to be sure. It was his love that gave her the courage. His love that gave her the need. She couldn’t bear to lose him now.

  “Forever, Sarah,” he swore, his expression so tight with lust, with love, that it appeared savage. “With everything I am. Everything I have. With my heart, my soul, and my brothers.”

  The declaration was followed by his slow retreat from her, watching her, gauging her reaction as he went to Marly. Sam’s hand landed on her ass again. Her eyes closed, her cry echoing through the room as she allowed the pleasure to bu

ild inside her.

  She was turned then to her back, given no time to think before Sam went between her legs, his mouth latching hungrily at her aching, weeping cunt. Cade was at her breasts, his teeth nipping at her. Did they all know she liked the pain? She felt the edge of Sam’s teeth as he raked the pulsing inner lips between her thighs. She arched. Ached. His tongue drove deep into her dripping vagina, his fingers, coated with slick lubricating gel slid firmly, deeply into her relaxed anus.

  Cade’s mouth was going crazy at her breasts. Licking, sucking, biting. She felt fire racing through her blood stream, lust raging through her body. She cried out at the sensation, shaking in the midst of such intense pleasure she felt faint.

  “Sarah,” Sam’s guttural cry was in retaliation for the fingers pulling at his hair. It didn’t sound like much of a protest though.

  And Sarah was tired of passive pleasure. Her muscles tightened with the need for her own domination. The need to give as well as to receive. As Sam rose to his knees between her thighs, intent on impaling her with the swollen cock rising from his body, she moved.

  She came to her knees, her teeth bared in a grimace of sexual lust. Sam and Cade seemed more than surprised. Sarah didn’t explain, her mouth went to Sam’s cock, enveloping the near bursting tip, her teeth scraping along the fine scars that marred it. The growl that erupted from his throat was guttural, wild, animalistic.

  His hips surged against her. Driving his flesh deeper into her mouth while he circled the base in his hand to keep from choking her with it. Cade moved behind her. She felt him taking up where Sam had left off at her anus. Cold gel stroked into her, her teeth nipped at Sam’s scrotum, her mouth moving back to suck him deep, then retreating again to lave and nip lower.

  His hand was in her hair. It bunched tight, making her cry out with the sensation. She nipped the side of his cock. He jerked.

  “Again.” His voice wasn’t even his. It was wild, jerky.

  She nipped again, her teeth torturing, tormenting. She enclosed the head in her mouth, allowing her teeth to scrape gently along the hard pulsing shaft stretching her lips. Her tongue laved the mild hurt, her nails bit into his thighs.

  “Son of a bitch.” Sam pulled her hair again, his groans growing hotter. “Oh yes, Sarah. Make it good, sugar. Make it so good.”

  She felt Cade part her buttocks, felt the tip of his cock lodge in her anus. She screamed out as Sam’s cock thrust to her throat at the same time Cade slid deep inside her back entrance.

  She was wild. She sucked and nipped at Sam’s cock, bucked at the driving hips behind her, screamed out her need to climax as perspiration coated her body. She felt Cade stretching her, driving into her. The tight grip around his cock made the bittersweet pinch of each impalement drive her higher. The driving thrust of his cock, his hands hard, smacking at her buttocks, his harsh voice encouraging her in her lust, pushing her, driving her deeper into the combined lusts of the men she pleasured.

  She felt Sam’s cock pulse in her mouth. He was near. He was gasping, his hands hard in her hair as he pulled the strands, his body quivering with his impending release. Cade was thrusting harder inside her anus, his hands holding her hips, his penis driving smooth and easy inside her tender flesh.

  “Sarah, not yet. I have to fuck you,” Sam cried out, holding her head still now, easing his thrusts, gasping for breath. “I have to fuck you, Sarah.”

  Cade increased his pace. He groaned, harsh, violently as he drove harder into her. She felt his cock pulse one, twice. She screamed around Sam’s erection as she felt the hot, harsh blasts of his sperm deep inside her anus. Then he was sliding away, his hands smoothing over her buttocks.

  Sam moved from her mouth. He pushed her to her back, grabbing her legs as he raised them straight up. Holding her ankles at his left shoulder, he positioned his swollen flesh then drove deep, hard, penetrating her soaked, grasping pussy in one hard lunge.

  Sarah screamed out at the pleasure. Her head tossed, her body bucking at the incredibly tight fit, the angle of penetration stroking nerves she never knew her body possessed. She couldn’t thrust back, she couldn’t halt the driving thrusts into her. Not that she wanted to. She screamed for more. She begged him to fuck her harder.

  Her head tossed, her eyes opening, then widening as she caught sight of the couple on the couch. Brock had Marly on her back, her legs raised, her feet held at his far shoulder. His cock tunneled into her pussy with deep driving strokes, and Sarah glimpsed the base of the plug that she knew stretched the other woman’s ass.

  Marly was screaming, bucking into the strong motions of Brock’s hips as he drove the thick shaft home repeatedly. Sarah knew how it filled the other woman, knew the pleasure driving her higher. Just as Sam was driving Sarah higher.

  At that moment, Marly’s head tossed, eyes opening, meeting Sarah’s gaze. Dark blue eyes glittered with lust as the woman glanced at her lover watching as he watched Sam fuck Sarah now. There was trust there. Trust and understanding. Sarah fought to answer her look, but Cade chose that moment to come over to her, his lips latching onto her breast, his teeth nipping at her nipple.

  Sarah lost what little sanity she may have possessed at that point.

  She was poised on a pinnacle of absolute sensation. Every inch of Sam’s fiery erection sent needles of agonizing pleasure straight to her womb, contracting it, making her beg, gasp, plead for a release that wouldn’t come.

  She was dying. Sam was sweating, the warm moisture dripped from his hair and fell to her body as he groaned, harsh, desperate sounds erupting from his throat as he fought to throw her over the edge. Her body wouldn’t fall. The climax hovering on the edge of reason would drive her insane.

  “Brock,” she screamed his name.

  Her body was tight, her orgasm was so near, promising to explode in such pleasure she would die from it, if only it would happen.

  “Can’t— can’t hold on—” Sam gasped.

  “No. No. Sam. Please—” she screamed out as she felt his cock twitch, pulse, then he was driving it deeper, harder, his release spurting hot and hard inside her as he cried out his own pleasure.

  “No,” she begged, near tears, so close. “No. No. Not yet.”

  He moved away from her quickly as she reached out for him. Then Brock was there. He was still spike hard, throbbing. He slammed his cock inside her as he lifted her legs as well, pulling her hips to him as he buried his flesh to the hilt. So deep. Oh God. So deep he pierced her soul. He was hotter than a brand, harder, deeper than anything she had ever known. He didn’t pause after entering. He threw himself into her, thrusting mindlessly, chanting her name.

  Her eyes widened. Her mouth opened in a soundless scream. He pierced her womb, her flesh quivered then erupted around him. She screamed his name as she felt the orgasm shatter her. It tore through her, every bone and muscle in her body, each individual cell exploding in such chaotic pleasure that she wondered if she would survive it.

  She felt Brock’s heated release, the hard jerk of his cock inside her, and still her orgasm didn’t ease. It echoed along her body, pulsed in her cunt until she felt a sharp tearing release deep inside her womb.

  Shuddering, gasping for breath, her arms fell weakly to her side as her eyes closed. She was soaked with sweat. Hers, Sam’s, Cade’s. Brock’s. She felt it dripping on her body as he moved over her, as hot as tears.

  She looked up at him, dazed, blinking at the moisture that fell slowly from his eyes.

  “I love you.” Brock lowered her legs as Cade moved back, then came to her, catching himself on his elbows , burying his face in her neck.

  His body shuddered. Not sexually, not in climax. Emotionally, desperately. She felt the hot wash of his tears at her neck, his whispered love words.

  “I can’t live without you—” she gasped, fighting for breath. “I can’t, Brock. Not now.”

  “And you won’t have to,” he whispered at her ear, and she knew he was hiding his emotion, his tears. “Because I couldn’t either, Sarah. I couldn’t. And I won’t.”

  She closed her eyes, her arms lifting to hold him close as he wrapped her protectively in his arms.

  “Marry me.” The words were more than a surprise to her.

  “What?” She looked at him as he raised his head, watching her tearfully, though no more moisture fell.

  “Marry me, Sarah.” He touched her cheek, wiping away her own tears. “I can’t lose you, baby. I can’t. Please.”

  She smiled, kissed the fingers that glanced her lips.

  “I’ll marry you,” she sighed. “But tomorrow. Tonight, I’m really tired, Brock.”

  She gasped as he moved, then he bent close, lifting her in his arms, holding her close.

  “We’re going to bed,” he told the others.

  Cade and Sam were still gasping, collapsed on the floor at the edge of the sofa. Marly looked asleep. Weary, worn. Brock had obviously driven her past her limits. He had been doing that a lot lately.

  “You fucked her unconscious, Brock.” Cade frowned. “She’ll be pissed at you.”

  “She’ll forgive me.” Brock chuckled, a rusty, rarely used laugh that lifted Sarah’s heart. “

  He didn’t wait for a reply. He carried Sarah to their bathroom.

  He carried her quickly upstairs, her body tucked against him, her breathing still labored, wearied. He was drained. The explosive release he poured into her had come from his soul. There were no other words to describe it.

  “Bathe,” he told her as he sat her on the wide rim of the large garden tub. “Then bed for you, my little sex goddess.”

  Sarah watched him prepare the bath. He was tired himself, yet he was caring for her. The tenderness, the adoration in his expression warmed a part of Sarah that she had never realized was cold. A part of her she hadn’t known existed. At that moment Sarah realized that her soul had never been free. She had been missing something, something essential, something she found only with Brock.

  “Okay?” His fingers touched her cheek, his expression was clear of pain, the shadows gone from his eyes.

  She smiled, tired, at peace.

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