Just Right

by Bronwyn Green

  He drew in a sharp breath between clenched teeth. “You’d probably be horrified if you knew how often I imagine taking you that way.” He slipped his hand inside her bra and rolled her nipple between his fingers and thumb, squeezing and tugging. “Over my desk, the gate of the pickup, a log…” he continued. “I’ve come so often imagining your ass in the air…waiting for me…”

  He groaned and shoved her shirt up and yanked the cups of her bra down, exposing her breasts to his hungry gaze. Drawing one of the puckered nipples into his mouth, he let go of her hands. He sucked hard on the aching flesh, flattening it with his tongue against the roof of his mouth before scraping his teeth across it.

  She strangled a cry in her throat at the sensation as he dragged his lips to her other breast. “More,” she groaned.

  He released her and stripped the shirt and bra from her body. “Too many clothes,” he muttered as he tossed them on the floor. Collapsing on top of her, he shoved her breasts together to suck on both of her nipples at once. She loved the feeling of his weight on her, pressing her in to the bed.

  There was no stifling her cry this time. Hot and wet, his mouth felt too good. All she could do was rock against him, begging him without words to fill her with his thick cock.

  Instead, he let go of her breasts and shifted to untie the drawstring at her waistband, and slipped his hand inside to cup her mound. Lifting her hips, she thrust against him, loving the sensation of his fingers rasping against the lace.

  “Christ, you’re wet.” He tugged aside the crotch of her panties and ran his fingertips over her damp, swollen flesh.

  A fleeting touch shouldn’t feel that good, but it did. Still tormenting her nipple, he slid a thick finger inside her channel. Much more of this and she’d come before she had a chance to touch him. That wasn’t going to happen. She wanted to taste him first.

  Pushing hard against his chest, she shoved him to his back and crawled over him, slipping off the side of the bed to the floor.

  Noah looked at her, concern in his eyes. “Gwen?”

  “Stand up.”

  When he did, she rose to her knees and pulled his pants to his ankles, freeing his hard, thick cock. Grasping it, she smoothed her hands up the length of it, loving the satiny feel of his skin stretched over steely flesh.

  She dragged the bulbous head over her lips before taking a tentative swipe with her tongue.

  “Don’t tease.”

  She caressed his balls, tugging gently. “I don’t think you’re in a position to be making demands.” Slowly, she licked the length of his shaft, stopping just beneath the head.

  The muscles in his thighs quivered as he fought to stay still. She repeated the action, flicking her tongue over the underside of the wide, flared crown.

  He buried his fingers in her hair, flexing and relaxing as if he fought the urge to pull her head where he wanted it. Finally, she took pity on him and engulfed the head of his cock in her mouth. His sigh of contentment sounded more like a prayer of gratitude as she swirled her tongue around the silky smooth skin, tasting the salty-sweet precum that leaked from the tip.

  As she took the length of him as far down her throat as she was able, he groaned her name as he slowly fucked her mouth. Digging her fingertips into his ass, she urged him faster and deeper, but he stopped suddenly. With his hand tangled in her hair, he carefully pulled her head back and tugged her to her feet.

  “Problem?” she asked as she wrapped her fingers around him, not willing to give up her hold on him yet.

  “The problem is, as good as your mouth feels, I want your pussy.”

  She clenched needily at his harshly whispered words, wanting him inside her now. She couldn’t ever remember wanting a man as much as she did Noah. Hell, she couldn’t even remember the last time she’d had sex. She kicked the pajama pants off her legs and onto the floor, standing there in nothing but her lacy underwear. Climbing onto the bed, she lowered herself to her elbows, ass in the air.

  “I don’t know which of our dreams you’re fulfilling,” he breathed as he ran a reverent hand over her thighs and ass.

  She glanced at him over her shoulder. “Do you care?”

  He tugged her underwear down her legs. “I don’t think so.”

  Pulling her against his body, he leaned forward and trailed open-mouthed kisses along her spine until he reached the curve of her ass. Dropping to his knees, he swiped his tongue through her wet folds. Unprepared for the sensation of his tongue dancing over her cleft, she cried out. Loudly. She could only hope the other guys were sound asleep.

  “You taste so fucking good, I could do this all night.”

  “Please just fuck me,” she pleaded. Somehow, having his cock inside her seemed less intimate than having his face buried between her legs. After this was over, she’d need all the distance she could get. She had no illusions that this relationship—if it could be called that—would be anything long term. In fact, she doubted it would last past the moment she left Noah’s house.

  “I promise. I’ll fuck you, but first I want to make you come.”

  She was nearly certain he could accomplish that with no more than the sound of his voice.

  Using his thumbs, he spread her wide, exposing her heated flesh to the lingering chill in the room. The coolness was replaced almost immediately with the sudden warmth of his tongue—teasing along her cleft, swirling over her, dipping into her channel. It was too much. Contractions of pleasure started deep in her womb and radiated outward.

  She clung to the bedding as if it would hold her up in the swirling tidal wave of sensation. Burying her face in the blankets, she hoped they’d muffle the desperate cries she couldn’t manage to stem.

  Tenderly smoothing his hand over her body and whispering softly, he gentled her, calming her racing heart. This was exactly what she didn’t need. She wanted to continue thinking of him as a co-worker she had the hots for—not a considerate lover.

  “I need you inside me,” she whispered.

  He stood and her stomach tumbled with nervous anticipation. The sound of a drawer opening and foil tearing drifted to her. Finally, he gripped her hips and pulled her to him. The length of his cock nestled against her slick folds before he grabbed the shaft and prodded her tight passage.

  The wide head of his erection tunneled slowly through her sensitive tissues as she stretched to accommodate his girth. Bracing herself against the mattress, she pushed backward to take him completely. His hands trembled where they rested on her hips as his entire length lodged within her. She sighed in contentment. Nothing had ever felt as good as having him buried inside her. Then he moved.

  Noah pulled back, reveling in the tight clasp of Gwen’s body. Her pussy clenched his dick as if it couldn’t bear to let him go. He couldn’t believe she was not only in his bed, but naked with her sweetly rounded ass high in the air as he drove in and out of her willing pussy.

  His balls were drenched with her cream and she whimpered every time they slapped wetly against her clit. He fucked her harder, loving the desperate little noises she made. His balls began to tighten with every rhythmic pulse of her cunt. He was close—way too close. But damn if he wasn’t going to make her come again before he went over.

  Reaching around her, he traced the opening of her pussy with his fingertips, caressed the delicate flesh that stretched to take him. Her whimpers turned to guttural cries as he traced upward to find the swollen nub of her clit. He circled it with the pad of his forefinger until her internal muscles began to ripple and contract around him. Her cry turned into a scream as she gripped him so tightly, he could barely move.

  He managed a few more thrusts, riding her hard through her orgasm until fingers of sensation shot along his spine, tingling at the small of his back until he emptied inside her. Spurt after spurt of hot cum filled the condom, and for the first time in his life, he wished he’d forgotten to wear one. He wanted nothing between them.

  Wrapping his arm around her waist, he pulled her to the bed as
he curved around her back, remaining deep inside her.

  Their breathing gradually returned to normal. He laid there content to hold her, pressing kisses between her shoulder blades. She was so quiet and the seeds of doubt took root in his head. Did she regret it? Had he made a huge mistake and blown his only chance with her by moving too fast? Was it too much after everything she’d been through that day?

  “Are you okay?”

  On a yawn, she snuggled closer to him. “Mostly, I’m just really thirsty.”

  “I’ll get you a glass of water.”

  She nodded sleepily.

  Carefully, he withdrew from the tight clasp of her body and pulled the covers over her. Disposing of the condom, he left the room and almost ran into Lucas and Quinn.

  He eyed his cousins. “Just passing through or listening to us have sex?”

  Lucas scowled at him. “It’s a little hard to avoid hearing it. By the way, is fucking head injury victims senseless an approved method of treatment?”

  “Shut up and quit being a dick.”

  Lucas glanced pointedly at Noah’s lack of clothing and snorted.

  Quinn limped down the hallway, following them as they headed to the kitchen. “I’ve been out of it for a little while, so I want to see if I have this all straight. Goldilocks ran me over and you decided that having loud, hard-on inducing sex with her was the right thing to do?”

  Noah ignored him and got a glass out of the cupboard and filled it with cold water.

  “For what it’s worth, she did hit Noah upside the head with a big ol’ branch while he was shifted because she thought he was going to eat you.”

  Quinn looked impressed. “Carry on, then. But…for the sake of us with only our hands for company, could you be a little quieter?”

  Noah made his way back to his room and opened the door to hear Gwen softly snoring, sprawled across the middle of his bed. Lucas and Quinn peered over his shoulder.

  “Isn’t Goldilocks supposed to try out all of the bears’ beds?” Lucas asked Quinn.

  The other man nodded. “We were robbed.”

  * * * *

  Noah started the coffee grinder, hoping the sound wouldn’t wake Gwen. God knew she needed the sleep. He’d lost count of how many times they’d reached for each other during the night. Unbelievably, his cock stirred again when he remembered the expression on her face when she’d come. The way her eyes drifted shut and her lips parted as she strained toward the very edge of release was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen. He wanted to see it again as often as possible. He smiled and shook his head. Yesterday he’d been trying to come up with ways to avoid her, and now, all he could think about was keeping her as close as possible.

  It had been a risk to reveal the truth to her, but after what she’d seen, there was no hiding it. He knew the scientist in her had questions, but he also believed that she wouldn’t reveal their secret to anyone. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d trusted anyone so implicitly.

  The sound of the shower drifted to him. He peered down the hall. His bedroom door was still shut. One of the guys must be up. He checked the clock. It was only seven-thirty—far earlier than they usually woke. He filled the coffeepot and set it to brew as he contemplated making breakfast, wondering what Gwen would like.

  He turned at the sound of shuffling feet. Gwen yawned and stretched as she shambled over to him. “Morning,” she said on another yawn.

  He smoothed her damp hair away from the darkening bruise on her temple. “How’s your head?”

  “Pretty good. By the way, I used one of the toothbrushes from the package under the sink. Hope you don’t mind that I went scrounging, but I was pretty desperate.”

  “That’s fine.”

  She smiled and peered around him. “Please tell me you’re making coffee.”

  He pulled her into his arms. “I figured you’d need it after last night.”

  “Oh yeah.” She skimmed her palms over his chest. “But I don’t have any complaints.” Her cheeks colored slightly. “You’re worth a little sleep deprivation.”

  He slid his hands downward over the swell of her ass. The way the fabric moved over her skin, he could tell she didn’t have any underwear on under the pajama pants. Her nipples peaked sharply against the shirt he’d loaned her, making her lack of a bra equally apparent.

  Canting her hips, she pressed against him, murmuring her approval when he took her lips. She melted against him, drawing his tongue into her mouth as she cupped his aching length through his jeans.

  Never breaking the kiss, he lifted her to sit on the edge of the table and moved to stand between her spread legs. A shiver worked through her body as he raised her shirt to cup her breast. A whimper caught in her throat when he pinched her nipple sharply. Laying her back against the tabletop, he drew the swollen bud into his mouth while he tugged at the other one with his fingers. She squirmed, pulling his head tight to her chest.

  He knew the moment he pussy began to moisten in anticipation. The scent of her soft musk drifted to him and his mouth watered. Tugging off her shirt, he bared her beautiful breasts to his gaze, noticing the faint whisker burns on her pale flesh.

  “Noah!” she whispered harshly. “What if your cousins wake up and wander out here?”

  He shook his head. “They never get up before noon.” Hooking a chair leg with his foot, he pulled it behind him and sat down.

  Gwen propped herself on her elbows and looked at him with raised eyebrows. “What are you doing?”

  He untied the drawstring at her waist. “Guess.”

  She glanced nervously toward the hallway before she lifted her hips and let him strip her completely. He dropped her clothes on the floor and scooted closer to her beautiful pussy, inhaling her sweet scent. Nuzzling the insides of her thighs, he inched his way toward her cunt. Pink and swollen, he couldn’t wait to taste her again, but he hesitated.

  “Are you sure you’re up for this.”

  “Please,” she breathed, cupping her breasts and pinching her nipples. “I need your mouth on me.”

  He groaned at the anguish in her voice and parted her short, blond curls with his thumbs, exposing her folds to his hungry gaze. He traced the length of her slit with his tongue, careful to avoid her clit. She lifted her hips in an attempt to get his mouth where she wanted it, but he threw an arm across her and held her down. As he’d anticipated, the move made her wetter. She wiggled, trying to get more contact than he was giving her.

  Circling the opening of her pussy with his thumb, he tapped at it—entering her just slightly, then retreating. He glanced up the line of her body. Her nipples pushed ceilingward, and her lips were pressed tightly together in an attempt to remain quiet.

  “God, you’re beautiful,” he murmured against her slick flesh.

  She trembled as he continued to stroke her. “Please just fuck me already,” she whispered.

  “Not yet.” But he took pity on her and slid a thick finger into her swollen channel. She gripped him as he pulled his hand back. Flicking his tongue across her clit, he did it again, watching her strain to remain silent. Or mostly silent. Needy little whimpers seemed to clog her throat as she writhed against him. He added another finger, pumping a little harder. Her hands gripped the edge of the table and her body strained to meet his thrusts.

  “Please Noah,” she whispered. “Please make me come.”

  He couldn’t ignore her request, but he wasn’t anywhere near finished licking her honeyed pussy. He added a third finger and scraped his teeth across her swollen clit as he heard the floorboards creak in the hallway.

  “Hey I smell coffee. I wonder what’s for breakfa—”

  Mouths gaping, both Lucas and Quinn stumbled to a stop as Gwen broke. Her entire body stiffened as she came. Her pussy rippled and contracted around his fingers and he nearly blew in his jeans at the sight before him. Gwen naked and sprawled on the wooden table, panting and glancing wide-eyed between him and the other men. A fresh rush of moisture coated hi
s fingers still buried in her body.

  “Apparently Goldilocks is what’s for breakfast,” Quinn murmured.

  “Is there enough for everyone?” Lucas asked, his voice rough with desire.

  “Oh my God,” she groaned, turning away and crossing her arms over her chest as her face flushed bright red.

  “Please don’t cover up on our account,” Quinn breathed. “After all, you’ve pretty much seen all of us naked.”

  “Not me,” Lucas piped up.

  Gwen snorted at that before returning her gaze to Noah.

  Slowly, Noah removed his fingers from her still quivering pussy and brought them to his mouth. Holding her gaze, he licked her juices from his skin while his cousins groaned and inched closer. He wasn’t sure how he felt about sharing her with anyone, let alone Lucas and Quinn, but if she was interested, he didn’t want to pass up this opportunity to give her unimaginable pleasure.

  She closed her eyes as if unable to face them.

  “Gwen?”

  “Shh…I’m pretending this is all a bad dream.”

  He ran a finger along her cleft, loving the way she trembled. “Everything?”

  Her breath left her on a shuddering sigh. “No,” she whispered. “Not everything.”

  Chapter Three

  Gwendolyn couldn’t believe she was lying stark naked in the middle of Noah’s kitchen table surrounded by three of the most gorgeous looking men she’d ever seen. Golden brown skin covering tightly muscled bodies and dark, bright eyes all focused on her. She peered at them through her nearly closed lids. All three watched her, longing etched on their faces and their cocks straining against their pants. Noah’s eyes were the fiercest though, his raw hunger evident in his gaze

  She never would have imagined that she’d ever be in the position to decide whether or not to have sex with three men. At once. The idea was laughable. But here she was. A single finger settled at the base of her throat and slowly trailed down her body, gently nudging her arm away from her breasts. The finger trailed farther down, over her sternum, down her belly, past her bellybutton, stopping when it reached her mound. She knew without looking that it wasn’t Noah who touched her.