Spring Equinox: Celestial Seductions, Book 2

by Bradley, Eden

  Her body was on fire simply thinking about it.

  Carlos stepped inside, and Rafael moved aside to let him in, keeping his arm around her waist. He nodded to Carlos, smiled, closed the door.

  Carlos moved to the sideboard against one wall and opened the wine, poured each of them a glass. And all the while her pulse raced, her sex growing damp. She was too turned on to find this uncomfortable. Too comfortable with these two men, men she trusted.

  He handed a glass to Isabel and one to Rafael.

  “Shall we toast to the night ahead?” Carlos asked, lifting his glass.

  “To a beautiful night ahead,” Rafael said.

  “Isabel,” Carlos said to her after they’d sipped, “I know Rafael has talked with you. But I need to hear it from you. Are you okay with this?”

  She nodded. “Yes. Absolutely.”

  He smiled. “Good. That’s good. Because I think you’re one of the most gorgeous women I’ve ever seen.”

  He moved in, slowly, giving her a chance to retreat. Rafael’s arm tightened around her, but not in a possessive way. Her knees went liquid as Carlos moved closer, until he was inches away. She was acutely aware of the bulk of his body, how muscular he was. And his mouth was lush, framed by his dark goatee.

  He said very quietly, “I’d like to kiss you, Isabel.”

  She nodded her head, lifted her chin. As Rafael held her against his body, Carlos leaned in and kissed her.

  His mouth was soft, his lips fuller than Rafael’s. Different. He tasted different. And there was some confusion with Rafael so close by, his scent all around her, mixed with this new scent. Both purely male. Purely sensual to her.

  Her body was going warm, the heat racing over her skin like liquid fire. Over her skin, through her limbs, settling into a tight ache in her breasts, her sex.

  Rafael’s hands on her stomach, sliding up to cup her breasts as Carlos kissed her, his tongue slipping into her mouth. She sighed against his lips. She couldn’t help it. His mouth, Rafael’s hands…it was different than having one man do both these things to her at once. Just the knowledge that there were two of them, these two beautiful men, was intoxicating.

  She pressed her back into Rafael, felt the lean musculature of his body, the hard plane of his chest, the hard ridge of his erect cock. His hands were on her breasts, tweaking her nipples through the fabric of her sundress, making them tighten.

  Rafael whispered in her ear, “You are so hot, Isabella. Your skin is burning. Let’s see if you’re as hot naked.”

  Carlos pulled his mouth away, smiled at her, stroked a finger over her jaw. He stepped back and pulled his shirt off.

  His body was amazing, the muscles of his chest, shoulders and arms toned, huge. His abs were a well-defined six pack, covered in golden skin a few shades deeper than Rafael’s. He moved back in as Rafael unzipped the back of her dress, and she pulled in a long breath. She was about to be naked with them. Both of them. She bit her lip, nerves and anticipation merging, making her weak. But her pussy was soaked already, eager, wanting.

  Together, they lifted her dress over her head, leaving her in her white lace panties. Carlos let out a small moan.

  “Beautiful, Isabel.”

  “Yes, she is, isn’t she?” Rafael said behind her, his breath warm on her hair.

  He leaned in and kissed her cheek, turned her body to face his and kissed her mouth. His tongue slid between her lips, thrusting, exploring. She melted in his embrace, desire engulfing her. His hands slid down to her ass, squeezed, kneading the flesh there. And Carlos closed in from behind her, his hands, a little rougher than Rafael’s, came around her waist.

  Carlos swept her hair aside and laid a soft kiss on the back of her neck, making her shiver. This wasn’t quite what she’d expected, this sort of tenderness from both men. But it was lovely, sensual, easing her into it.

  Rafael pulled away, whispered to her, “I want this to be good for you, Isabella. We both do. You tell us what you need, or if anything isn’t right for you. All right?”

  “Yes, all right. But this is about perfect right now.”

  He smiled, and Carlos laughed quietly, a low, throaty chuckle.

  The two men released her long enough to undress. Carlos was behind her, and she was too helpless in her desire, drowning too much in it, to turn to him of her own accord. It was luxurious in some strange way to tease herself, not to let herself see him just yet. And Rafael, in all his lean, golden beauty was before her. She licked her lips.

  Then it was as though there were hands everywhere at once: Rafael’s on her ass, her hips, Carlos’s coming around her to caress her breasts. She was wet, needy, writhing immediately. When Carlos ran his fingertips over her hard nipples, she moaned.

  “Ah, that’s good.”

  He pressed his hard-packed body into hers from behind her, and she felt his erect cock against the small of her back. And in front of her, Rafael was holding her close, his hands on her waist, his cock hard and ready against her belly.

  I am going to have them both.

  Unbelievable, the sensation of two hard cocks. There was power in it, in the ability to excite these two men, in their response. She felt the thrill of it, and pleasure surged through her system.

  “Let’s take her to bed,” Rafael said, his voice rough with need.

  They moved across the room, the tile floor warm on her bare feet. Rafael climbed onto the bed, pulling her with him. He sat against the pillows, his back to the wall, and placed her between his strong thighs, his cock pressed against the curve at the top of her buttocks. Carlos leaned one knee on the foot of the bed. He was smiling again, but it wasn’t his smile that fascinated her now. It was his cock, golden-brown and swollen. He wasn’t as long as Rafael’s, but he was thicker, heavier. Isabel licked her lips, her body going hot all over, her sex clenching in need.

  “God…”

  “What is it, Isabel?”

  “I am so…damn lucky.”

  She grinned at Carlos, and the two men laughed.

  “We’re the lucky ones, Isabella,” Rafael told her.

  Carlos nodded in agreement. “Oh, yes.”

  He knelt on the bed, reaching for her to pull her lace panties off. He watched her as he slid the scrap of fabric down her legs, kept his dark gaze on hers as he stroked her thigh.

  “Such soft skin. But I bet you’re even softer here.”

  His fingers slipped between her thighs, over her wet slit, and she moaned.

  “She gets so wet, my Isabella,” Rafael said. “And she loves to have her nipples played with.”

  His hand came up, his fingertips brushing across her nipples. They were swollen, aching.

  “And she loves to have them pinched. Tortured a little, don’t you, Isabella?”

  He took her nipples between his forefingers and thumbs and squeezed.

  Pleasure arced through her like an electric current.

  “Yes,” she gasped.

  “Let’s see what else she likes,” Carlos said.

  He flashed another grin, his face sexy as hell and boyishly cheerful at the same time, somehow. Then, leaning in on his elbows, he lowered his head between her spread thighs. She tensed in anticipation.

  Oh God, he was going to put his mouth on her.

  She moaned as Rafael played with her nipples, watching Carlos’s dark head. Then his mouth was on her, his tongue tracing the seam of her pussy lips. Desire was a hot, lancing flame, burning her up. Her hips arced. She needed more.

  Carlos’s tongue flicked, pushing in between the swollen folds of her sex. He licked upward, one long, lovely stroke, until he found her clitoris.

  “Carlos…”

  “Hmm?”

  “Come on.” She arched her hips, needing more.

  He flicked his tongue at the hard nub of her clit.

  “Like this, Isabel?”

  “Yes…yes…”

  He licked at her again, his tongue hot and wet and driving her wild. And Rafael’s clever fingers on h
er nipples, pinching, twisting, teasing her. He knew exactly what she liked already. But this, this was almost too much to take. Her breasts, her pussy, were heavy with need, engorged until they were almost painful.

  “I need more. Please…”

  Rafael pinched her harder, pleasure surging in her nipples, her sex, and Carlos sucked her clit hard into his mouth.

  “Oh! Oh…God…”

  Pleasure built, spiraled. Carlos continued to suck, and when he thrust his fingers inside her, she gasped, breathless. Pleasure was like a thundering wave as he slid in and out, his wet mouth licking, sucking, hot. And Rafael playing her breasts, the hard ridge of his erect cock pressed against her body, the knowledge that she could have him inside her, have them both. Overwhelming. Amazing. Pleasure multiplied until she couldn’t see straight.

  “Come for us, Isabella. Our beauty,” Rafael said.

  She did, her body shattering, coming apart. Coming so hard she screamed.

  “God, God…oh!”

  She was wracked with pleasure, her body shaking. She arched off the bed, but they stayed with her, Carlos working her pussy, Rafael working her nipples.

  “I need to fuck you, Isabella,” Rafael whispered.

  She was still coming, small shards of pleasure shafting into her body. She was trembling with it.

  “Yes. I want you.”

  “Do you want us both?”

  “Oh, yes…”

  “Since Carlos is our guest, he should have you first. And I want to watch you, to watch your pleasure, Isabella.”

  A shifting of bodies, and she was lying back, her head in Rafael’s lap. The scent of his arousal was sharp in her nostrils, his, Carlos’s and her own.

  She looked at Carlos, at his hard body, his hard cock already sheathed in a condom.

  “Spread for me, Isabel,” Carlos said.

  But she was already doing it, her legs parting, falling wide. He rose up on his knees and smoothed her thighs with his palms before drawing her legs over his. His mouth was soft and loose with lust.

  “Hold her, Rafael. Hold her for me while I fuck her.”

  Pleasure rippled through her at this small acknowledgement, that there were three of them together, at the sight of his thick cock drawing nearer. She was shaking with need.

  “Carols…don’t be gentle with me. I need it hard. Please.”

  He grinned. “Your wish is my command, beautiful Isabel.”

  His hands went under her to cup her buttocks, and he raised her hips, poised there for a moment. His gaze was on hers, his eyes glittering, dark as midnight.

  Rafael whispered, “Are you ready for him, Isabella? Are you wet for him?”

  She felt so safe with Rafael’s arms around her. And she did want Carlos. Wanted them both.

  “Yes. I’m wet. I’m ready.”

  Carlos slipped a hand over her slit, his fingers pressing into her, then withdrawing. “She’s more than ready.”

  He smiled, that serene smile of his, as he spread the lips to her sex. Still kneeling, he slipped the tip of his cock inside her.

  “Oh…that’s nice.” Pleasure was like smoke, sifting through her.

  “Nice? We can do better than that.” He grinned and shoved his cock into her, filling her up all at once.

  “Jesus, Carlos…”

  His brows drew together. “Did I hurt you?”

  “No, no. It’s just…so good. So big.”

  He smiled at her again, slid back, then thrust once more. Pleasure burrowed into her body, into her pussy, driving deep.

  “Harder, Carlos. Come on,” she begged, her body suffused with pleasure, yet wanting more.

  Then he really began to move, his hips pistoning, his cock driving in and out. She grabbed his hips, held on, loving the solid width of his build, the feel of his skin beneath her palms. Rafael was still torturing her nipples, each pinch sending shards of pleasure knifing into her body. His mouth was on her neck, his tongue dancing over her skin. And she loved it, loved it all: Carlos’s hard, thrusting cock, Rafael’s mouth on her, his demanding fingers.

  She moved her hips in time with Carlos’s thrusts, taking him deep. Pleasure crested, surged through her, demanded that she come again soon. But she held back, wanting to come with Rafael this time. She waited, breath held, as Carlos’s big cock drove into her, over and over, fighting the pleasure. And when he came, shuddering, groaning, she smiled in triumph.

  He kissed her mouth, her belly, as he rolled off her.

  “You’re amazing, Isabel,” he said as he lay beside her on his back, panting. “Amazing.”

  “She is,” Rafael murmured. “But it’s my turn.”

  He shifted once more, slipping out from beneath her and turning her onto her stomach. He lowered his body over hers, one arm slipping around her waist. He leaned over her until she could feel his breath warm against her ear. “I want to take you from behind. I’ve been feeling your gorgeous ass against me all night. I want to feel it pressed against me as I fuck your pussy.”

  “Anything, Rafael.”

  She meant it. She would do anything for him right now.

  His arm tightened around her as he pulled her ass higher, spread her legs wider with his knees. Carlos reached for her, his hand on her cheek, pulling her face down to kiss her. She felt Rafael’s latex-covered cock at her entrance and surged into his body.

  “Ah, good girl, Isabella,” he said quietly, and his words sent a thrill through her.

  She was drenched, ready, wanting.

  In one smooth motion he was inside her. She gasped.

  “God, Rafael…”

  Then he was fucking her, one hard, pummeling thrust after another, as though he needed to fuck her harder than Carlos had. She didn’t mind. She wanted it, wanted him, deep inside her body. It was all too good—Rafael’s cock sliding in and out of her, pleasure thrumming in her pussy, reverberating through her. Carlos was holding her face in his hands, kissing her hard, his mouth wet and hot. When Rafael’s hand came around to pinch her clit, she came once more in a blinding flash. Lights blazed behind her closed eyes, pleasure a roar in her body—her sex, her breasts, her mind, until she couldn’t see, couldn’t think.

  Rafael kept pumping into her, driving her climax on.

  “Have to fuck you, Isabella. Fuck you hard. Yes…”

  He thrust hard, harder, nearly bruising her, and Carlos pulled away. It was just her and Rafael, their bodies fused by desire, a searing pleasure, and something deeper neither wanted to admit to.

  “I’m coming, Isabella…my Isabella. Ah…”

  Yes, yours.

  He tensed for one lovely moment, and she sensed his orgasm, suspended between them. Then she tightened the walls of her pussy, squeezing his cock. And he came, gasping, her name tumbling from his mouth in a low, guttural murmur.

  “Isabella, Isabella, Isabella…”

  Tears gathered behind her eyes. She didn’t understand why.

  His.

  How could she even think that? At this moment, with another man in bed with them?

  She didn’t regret it. But somehow, with Carlos there with them, she felt more than ever that she belonged with Rafael. Belonged to him. Absolutely inarguable now.

  Rafael moved off her and laid down, pulled her into his arms, kissed her face, over and over.

  They were both panting, still, covered in sweat.

  She felt the bed dip, and Carlos was there, dressed, one knee on the edge of the mattress. She hadn’t even been aware of him getting up.

  “I’ll leave you two,” he said quietly. “Thank you, Isabel, for a most amazing night.”

  “Carlos…”

  “No, it’s fine. I’m fine. Wonderful. You’re wonderful. But you’re his, aren’t you? I could see it the moment I saw the two of you together. Tonight was a gift.”

  “For me, too, Carlos,” she told him.

  He smiled, leaned in and kissed her cheek.

  “Sleep well, my friends.”

  “You, too, Carlos,
” Rafael said. She could hear the sleep already in his voice.

  As Carlos closed the door behind him, she snuggled into Rafael’s sleepy embrace.

  He stroked her hair, whispered to her, “Do you need to talk, Isabella? About what just happened with Carlos?”

  “No, I’m fine. More than fine. I just want to rest now. I just want to be here with you.”

  “Ah, good. This is exactly where I want you to be.”

  He pulled her closer, kissed the top of her head, raised her chin with his fingertips to kiss her mouth.

  She thought she’d lie awake, thinking over the events of the evening, but she was too warm and comfortable where she was. Rafael’s arms were strong around her. Comforting. She felt cradled. Soothed. Safe. And as she drifted off to sleep, she realized she’d never felt truly safe with anyone else. And may never again.

  It was only him. Rafael.

  She knew now exactly what she wanted.

  Chapter Seven

  Rafael woke to the familiar, muted white roar of the ocean outside his windows, the orange glow of the sun just beginning to rise filtering through the slats of the wooden shutters at the windows. And the scent of Isabel all over him.

  Isabella.

  His Isabella.

  There was no question for him now. Something had happened the night before. He didn’t understand why it had taken for Carlos to be there with them for him to realize how necessary this woman was to him.

  He wasn’t jealous of Carlos. It was only her body he’d had. And they’d created a wonderful, sensual experience together. He felt the connection between Isabel and himself was deeper than ever. Unless he was being a fool, blinded by his own feelings for her, feelings he could no longer deny or fight. He’d always felt that he was a confident, self-assured person. In control. But Isabella…this woman had brought him to his knees. He recognized what he felt for her, and he wanted her to know.

  It didn’t matter that he’d been reminding himself all week that they had to get to know each other once more. That they had to start fresh, as adults together for the first time. That he should be certain it was her he was falling for all over again, the woman she was now, and not some image he’d carried of her all these years. But each day together had shown him that the root of who she had been at eighteen was still very much a part of her. She still had a sweetness about her, an elegance. It had all blossomed. She’d become more lush, more sophisticated. More desirable than ever. And it seemed to him they had, amazingly, grown in the same direction on so many levels.