Colters Lady

by Maya Banks

Page 23

 

  Michael grasped her jaw and guided his cock past her lips and into her mouth once more. Then, as soon as he was positioned, he moved his hands down her chest to cup her breasts.

  He pinched her nipples gently between his thumb and forefinger. Her body tightened and she went liquid around Dillon’s cock.

  With a moan, he slid deeper until she was snug all around him and his balls rested against her mound.

  “Damn,” Dillon muttered. “Whatever the hell you just did, keep doing it because she just went all silky on me, and she’s wrapped around me to the nuts. ”

  Michael continued to thumb and carefully tweak her nipples as he thrust deeper and harder into her mouth. She was so on edge that the room was a haze around her. She was riding a cloud of intense sexual heat, and each stroke brought her higher and closer to a razor’s edge.

  Neither man was small. She was completely and utterly filled. Overwhelmed by their power and trapped by their hands. Impaled on their cocks as they rocked her between them.

  They knew how to touch her. Knew her sweet spots and they teased her mercilessly, determined to bring her the ultimate pleasure.

  She rolled her tongue around the head of Michael’s cock as he withdrew. He made a strangled noise, paused, but then powered forward over her tongue. She swallowed as he’d taught her, drawing him deeper and working the back of her throat around his head.

  “Jesus. I can’t last, baby. God, you’re so sweet. So good. I’ve never felt anything so good. ”

  He withdrew and held his straining erection to her lips. “I’m going to ride you hard, Lily. And I want you to swallow every drop. I won’t hold you, though. The choice is yours. If you get overwhelmed, or you aren’t comfortable, you can pull away at any time. ”

  She stared up at him and then slowly licked over her lips, her stare as sultry as she could muster. He pumped his erection once with his hand and then guided it back into her mouth. He gave her a moment, as if to make sure she was on board, and then he began pumping into her mouth with rapid, hard strokes.

  Dillon thrust deep into her body and then held tight to her hips, holding himself against her while Michael worked her front. Dillon continued to hold still, absorbing Lily’s backward motion against the force of Michael’s thrusts.

  She needed to come. Was desperate for release. But she knew that as long as Dillon remained still, she’d hover there on the edge.

  Michael felt enormous. He was so rigid that it was like an iron bar crowding her throat. His hands found her breasts again, cupping and molding them as his hips worked spasmodically.

  The first hot stream of semen splashed against the back of her throat. She swallowed as he thrust again and it spread over her tongue and filled her mouth faster than she could swallow. She held it, allowing it to coat his cock and lubricate his thrusts.

  He slowed and his movements eased until his thrusts were slow and measured. She swallowed the remainder of his release and sucked gently as she licked the remnants from his softening erection.

  When he finally pulled away, Dillon eased back, rippling through her swollen pussy. He powered forward, gliding like a warm knife through butter.

  Michael continued to caress her breasts, and he captured her nipples between his fingers, twisting and pinching lightly as her orgasm mounted with rapid, aggressive intensity.

  “Please,” she begged. “Don’t stop. ”

  “I’m not stopping,” Dillon growled. “Come for me, Lily. Bathe me with your heat. I want to feel you come apart around my dick. ”

  The explicit words sent her straight over the edge. Her entire body tightened. Michael pinched hard at her nipples, and with a harsh cry, she threw back her head and pushed frantically back against Dillon as wave upon wave of intense, agonizing pleasure rippled through her body like a tidal wave.

  Just as soon as her orgasm ripped into her, Dillon began thrusting hard and deep, his fingers digging into her hips. He was so big, and she was so tight. She felt every part of him, every ripple, every thrust until she was to the point of over-stimulation.

  As her orgasm subsided, she whimpered at Dillon’s thrusts over her hypersensitive flesh.

  “Shhh, baby,” he soothed, but he let up and thrust more gently even in the throes of his own orgasm.

  He leaned into her and worked slowly in and out, taking care not to hurt her. He shuddered one last time and held himself inside her as his hands wandered over her body, touching, petting and caressing.

  And then he eased away, and she all but collapsed over the couch, her body heaving with exertion.

  Michael smoothed the hair away from her face and bent to kiss her cheek, smooching gently up to her ear. Then he gathered her in his arms and picked her up, swinging around to walk toward the bathroom.

  “Why don’t you take a soaking bath or a hot shower while we cook dinner,” he said as he kissed her forehead.

  She snuggled into his arms for a moment before allowing herself to slide down until her feet hit the floor.

  “I’ll just take a quick shower,” she said in a slurry voice. “If I get into the tub, I’ll be asleep in two minutes. ”

  Michael smiled. “Okay, then. Take your time. We’ll be in the kitchen. ”

  Chapter Twenty-Four

  Lily lingered in the shower and turned the water cool so that it would rid her of the lingering heat still simmering through her veins. She was deliciously sore, and she could still feel the imprint of their hands on her body.

  Her pussy throbbed and pulsed, and her clit was so hypersensitive that even brushing a washcloth over it sent shards of aftershocks through her groin.

  She leaned against the wall and let the water rain down over her head and back as she took deep, steadying breaths to ease some of the tension coiled in her muscles.

  When the water grew too cool for her to bear, she stepped shivering from the shower and quickly wrapped herself in a towel to warm up.

  She towel dried her hair and ran a comb through the curls until they held some semblance of order. Then she quickly dressed, eager to return to Michael and Dillon.

  As she walked into the kitchen, she inhaled the aroma of cooking food and her mouth watered.

  “It smells great. What are we having?” she asked as she slid onto a barstool beside Michael.

  “Spaghetti,” Dillon said. “Not too fancy, but I was later getting home than I wanted. This is something that’s quick to whip up. ”

  “Mmm, it smells yum and I’m starving,” she admitted. “Michael promised me food. He said nothing about me having to service him. ”

  She worked to keep the betraying grin from her face as Michael turned his heated gaze on her.

  “Servicing me. I like the sound of that. Maybe I should make a rule that you have to service me at varying intervals of the day. ”

  Dillon snorted. “You’ll wear her out. ”

  “On the contrary. I have a feeling she’d have me exhausted inside of a day,” Michael teased.

  “And when do I get serviced?” she asked innocently.

  Dillon’s gaze smoldered. “Any damn time you want, sweetness. I’m at your beck and call any time you find yourself in need. ”

  She’d have to be dead not to respond to that. Her nipples tightened all over again and desire that she’d thought completely satisfied pooled in her belly and swelled outward at alarming speed.

  Dillon finally dropped his gaze and pulled out a noodle from the pot of boiling water to test it. Then he picked up the pot and went to the sink to pour it into the colander.

  “Seth called earlier to say he’d be in tonight,” Dillon said.

  “Oh that’s wonderful!” Lily exclaimed. “I think I’ll stay up for him. Did he say when he’d get in? And did he get everything settled in Denver?”

  She hadn’t realized how anxious she sounded until Michael slid his hand over her shoulder and squeezed reassuringly.

  Dillon smiled as he piled th
ree plates high with spaghetti and ladled the thick sauce over the top.

  “It’ll be after supper sometime. He was leaving as I left the pub. He didn’t have much stuff to move so he’s dragging a trailer with his truck. He said he gave notice and gave his landlord the keys, so it looks like he’ll be back for good. ”

  Lily clapped her hands together in delight, joy and such deep contentment squeezing her heart.

  “I’m so glad. Now we can all be together. ”

  Michael and Dillon exchanged smiles. “Yeah, sweetness. We’ll all be together now,” Dillon said.

  It was late when Seth pulled into Dillon’s drive. He parked way over to the side and didn’t even bother unhooking the trailer. He was tired and more than a little eager to see Lily after being gone for three days.

  He got out and headed toward the front door. The outside light had been left on for him, but the interior looked dark. Disappointment gripped him at the thought of her being asleep already.

  He let himself into the living room and quietly closed the door behind him. A lamp burned in the corner and it was there in the soft illumination that he saw Lily curled on the couch, her head resting softly on the arm.

  He smiled. She’d waited up for him but had fallen asleep.

  Tenderness filled him as he walked slowly in her direction. For a long moment, he stood over her, simply watching the slight rise and fall of her chest.

  Then as if sensing his presence, she stirred and opened her eyes. Her smile was immediate and warmed him through. Her face lit up, and she shot to her feet before he could put out a hand to stop her.

  She threw her arms around him and hugged him fiercely.

  “I’m so glad you’re home,” she whispered. “I missed you so much. ”

  He gathered her in his arms and just held her, enjoying the feel of her against his body. He kissed the top of her head and laid his cheek against her hair.

  “I missed you too, baby. ”

  To his utter surprise, she pulled away and then leaned up to take his mouth in a fierce, possessive kiss. Her mouth was hot and wet against his and then moved to kiss a path down his jaw and to his neck.

  She sank her teeth into the column of his neck and nibbled her way further down his chest. She tore impatiently at his shirt as if she couldn’t wait to touch him.

  “Take your clothes off,” she urged in a husky, passion-filled voice. “Hurry. ”

  He was already hard—painfully so, and he wasted no time shucking his shoes, pants and shirt. Before he could reach for his underwear, she was there, sliding her hands into the waistband and pulling downward to free his cock.

  Her hands closed around his length and then her mouth, hot and lush, covered the head, sucking him deep.

  He slid his hand into her hair to steady himself. His knees shook so badly that it was a wonder he didn’t hit the floor.

  She sank onto the couch, pulling his hips forward so he remained in her mouth. He leaned, propping his hands on the back of the sofa to brace himself, forcing her back.

  “Damn,” he murmured. “If this is the kind of homecoming I can look forward to, I’m going to make it a point to leave more often. ”

  Her hands were everywhere, over his ass, stroking down his sides then back to cup his behind, squeezing and kneading as she sucked him with her wicked mouth.

  “Do you have a condom on you?” she asked hoarsely around his cock.

  “Back pocket,” he managed to grind out.

  She left him long enough to retrieve the condom from his jeans and then she pushed him down to the couch. He sprawled against the cushions, his legs splayed out and his cock so erect that it lay back toward his belly.

  She yanked off the long T-shirt she wore and to his delight, she didn’t have on a stitch underneath. His gaze was riveted to her small, curvy body, rounded hips and plump small breasts that just begged for his mouth.

  She tossed him the condom, and he wasted no time tearing it open and rolling it over his dick. As soon as he was done, she crawled onto the couch and straddled his thighs. Using his shoulders for leverage, she lifted herself then reached down to guide his cock to her pussy.

  There was no light tease, no work up to the big moment. She took him hard and fast, and he was inside her so quickly that he momentarily lost awareness of everything but her liquid heat surrounding him and gripping him like a fist.

  She wrapped her arms around his neck and began to ride him, squeezing him like she was eager to take him into every part of her being.

  “You’re going to have to slow down,” he gasped. “I’m not going to last long like this, and I want it to be good for you. ”

  “You’re good for me,” she said as she dipped her head to fuse her mouth to his.

  He slid his body forward so that she could straddle him more effectively, her feet reaching toward the floor. The movement sent him deeper and they both gasped at the exquisite fullness.

  “Damn it, Lily, I don’t want to hurt you. ”

  “You need to worry that I’m going to hurt you,” she murmured.

  She fisted the hair at his nape in her hand and yanked him to her, taking him with savage abandon. She was hungry and wild, her pussy clutching desperately at him with each thrust.