by Becca Van
Damon flicked open the front clasp of Rachel’s bra and swept his thumb across the tip of her breast. The feel of her areola puckering with desire, her nipple peaking to his touch, was magic to his senses. He flicked and scraped his thumb rapidly, repeatedly, over her turgid nipple until she arched her chest up into him, begging for more. He slowed the kiss down then licked and nibbled his way down the side of her neck, paying particular attention to all the places that made her body respond to him. He licked down between her breasts until he got to her other breast and sucked her neglected nipple into the heat of his mouth, the sounds Rachel made and the feel of her bucking her hips up into him like music to all his senses.
Damon removed his hand from her breast and slid it down over her body until he encountered the button to her slacks. His deft fingers made quick work of the fastenings, and he moved his fingers to the waistband of her panties. When she didn’t protest, he slid his fingers beneath the elastic and didn’t stop until his whole hand was cupping her pussy. He groaned with excitement and appreciation as her juices seeped out of her cunt, coating his fingers. He slid two fingers beneath the soft, plump lips of her pussy, caressing from top to bottom, gathering the juices dripping from her body. He slid them back up to the top of her slit, found the excited, engorged nub, and massaged her little button with a light circular motion. The sound of Rachel’s scream, the feel of her body shuddering under him as she climaxed, made him feel so strong and masculine.
Damon couldn’t wait anymore. He had to have her, now. He eased off her, stood beside the bed, and began to strip his clothes from his body. He saw Rachel watching him remove his clothing, knowing if she decided to call a halt, he would stop and walk away, even if it was the last thing he wanted to do. The sight of her disheveled appearance only turned him on even more. He was back on the bed beside her, and she hadn’t made a protest. In fact, she had devoured him with her eyes until she got to his cock. He had seen her eyes widen and her face suffuse with color.
* * * *
Rachel had never seen such a large penis in her life. Actually, she’d never seen one in real life at all. Sure, she’d seen pictures, but the sight of Damon’s large, bobbing appendage had her stupefied. She couldn’t take her eyes off him. She was jolted from her state of shock when Damon reached for her, sat her up, and pulled her shirt, then bra, from her body. He kept eye contact with her as he removed her slacks, panties, and socks. He eased her back until her head was resting on the pillow and lay down beside her once more. He swept his hand up and down her naked length, from thigh to breast and back again.
Rachel was having trouble filling her lungs with air, panting as if she had just run the hundred-meter sprint. She moved her eyes down her body to see Damon’s hand envelope one of her breasts. She couldn’t stop the moan of pleasure from escaping her mouth or the thrust of her chest as her body instinctively sought more.
Damon used his free hand to tilt her head back, looked deeply into her eyes, and then lowered his mouth to hers. This kiss was different than the last. It was gentle and full of emotion. He teased and coaxed her into responding to his mouth, easing his tongue between her lips and teeth. He gathered her nipple between thumb and finger, pinching the engorged tip gently.
Rachel opened her mouth and suckled on Damon’s tongue. She couldn’t get enough of his taste, the feel of his naked body sliding along hers. She wanted to push him onto his back and ride his cock until they were both satiated, but since she’d never had sex before, she didn’t really know what to do and wasn’t confident enough to take the lead.
Damon moved his body until he was covering hers. The sensation of his chest hair tickling and abrading her hard nipples made her sob with pleasure, and she arched her body up into his. She wanted him, no, needed him more than her next breath. He used his muscular thighs to separate hers, slid his fingers along her sex, and then pushed the tip of a finger into her wet sheath. He pumped his finger in and out of her cunt, gaining depth with every forward thrust. He kissed his way down her body, over her belly, until he reached her mound. He slid down more until his shoulders were between her legs, his face inches above her pussy. He exhaled on her clit, making her buck her hips up into his face. He opened his mouth over her pussy and licked her clit with the flat of his tongue.
Rachel screamed as her body convulsed, her pussy muscles clenching and releasing as pleasure consumed her. When the spasms waned, she felt Damon slide his finger nearly all the way out of her body then push back in and suck her clit into his mouth. Rachel screamed again, her body quaking as another orgasm consumed her. When the pleasure subsided, Rachel realized Damon had his finger in her body as far as it could go, and since she had never had sex before, she felt every nuance of that finger. It was the most wonderful sensation, and she couldn’t wait for him to thrust his hard cock into her pussy.
Rachel was held by Damon’s eyes as he crawled his way back up her body, lowered himself on top of her, and took her mouth once more with his own. She thought she would be turned off, tasting herself on his mouth. She was surprised to find her flavor mixed with his heightened her passion. When she felt the tip of Damon’s cock kiss the flesh of her pussy, she arched her hips up, trying to get his flesh to slide into her sheath. Damon eased back until he was looking at her.
“Do you want my cock in your hot little pussy, baby?” His voice was ragged with desire as she watched him roll a condom over his cock.
“Yes. Now. Please, but be careful with me Damon. I’ve never had sex before.”
“Are you kidding me? Oh my God, Rachel. You don’t know how much that pleases me. To know that no one has ever made love to you is such a turn-on. I’ll make sure I please you, baby. Just lay back and enjoy. Let me do all the work this first time around. I’ll try not to hurt you too much. Tell me if it’s too painful, all right, Rach?”
“Okay.”
Damon eased his cock into Rachel’s cunt. The feel of his steel-hot rod separating her virginal flesh was like nothing she’d ever felt before. Literally and figuratively. Her slick flesh burned as it parted, making way for Damon’s cock. The head of his cock popped through her tight muscles, and he held still, giving her body time to adjust to the foreign invasion. He pressed forward gently, filling her more than she ever thought possible.
“Are you all right, baby?” Damon panted.
“Yes. Hurry up and move,” Rachel demanded.
Damon laughed but continued to hold still. “There’s more of me, baby.”
“What? How much more?” Rachel asked breathlessly.
“I’m in about halfway. Don’t tense up, baby. I promise I’ll fit, and I’ll make sure you feel nothing but pleasure once I’m through. Okay?”
Rachel was beyond words, so nodded her affirmation. She felt so full she couldn’t believe he was only halfway in. The guy was hung like a bull. Rachel whimpered in protestation when Damon began to withdraw.
“Shh, I’m not going anywhere, Rach. Take a deep breath in and let it out slowly. Good girl. Do it again. That’s it,” Damon crooned with encouragement. Every breath Rachel took released a bit more tension from her muscles, and he slid more easily. She knew he was waiting for her to relax, and she took another deep breath. She felt his thumb on her clit, massaging it as he surged forward until he was balls-deep in her quivering pussy. He held still for her and waited until her internal muscles adjusted and finally relaxed, no longer fighting his intrusion.
Rachel knew she surprised Damon by the look on his face. She wrapped her legs around his ass, her arms around his neck, lifted her head up to his, and practically growled her demand. “Fuck me, now.”
* * * *
Damon eased back out of her body then slid forward again. He moved in a slow, smooth rhythm, initiating Rachel into the pleasures of lovemaking. Rachel’s fingers were digging into the muscles of his back, trying to urge him to a faster pace. He gritted his teeth, using anything he could to retain control of his libidinous desire, which was in jeopardy of taking over. Then
Movement in Damon’s peripheral caught his eye. He turned his head to see Sam was standing off to the side of the room. His brother was watching him take Rachel for the first time. Damon quickly turned back to his lover to see her head thrown back and her eyes closed.
“I’m not gonna last. Help her over, Sam,” Damon commanded desperately as he sat up between Rachel’s legs. Damon watched Sam move to Rachel’s side. His brother slid his hand down Rachel’s body, massaging her clit with his fingers, being careful not to touch Damon, and leaned over and took a nipple into his mouth. Rachel screamed long and loud, her cunt pulsing and squeezing Damon’s cock until he could no longer hold off. He roared as cum shot up from his balls out the head of his dick to fill the latex between him and Rachel. He slumped down over her, being careful not to crush her, and waited until his legs stopped shaking and he could breathe more evenly. He eased his way out of Rachel’s body, slid down beside her on the bed, and pulled her into his body. He had never been so sated or wrecked from sex before. He knew he was done for. And as soon as his brothers had made love to Rachel as well, they were going to be falling just as hard as he had.
Chapter Eight
Rachel lay on the bed, eyes closed, panting for breath, snuggled with Damon. She had read about sex and had tried to imagine what it would be like with a man. She’d given herself plenty of orgasms over the years, but they didn’t even come close to the euphoric bliss she had just experienced. Damon placed a kiss on her neck as he snuggled up to her back. She pushed her hips back into Damon’s crotch, giving a teasing giggle. She felt the bed dip at her front, but her brain failed to comprehend.
Rachel’s eyes flew open. She hadn’t even realized Sam was in the room until her passion-hazed brain had finally picked up on the fact there were two bodies on the bed. She tried to scramble off the bed away from Damon’s arms and Sam’s eyes.
“What are you doing? Get out of my room,” Rachel yelled.
“It’s a bit late for that, darlin’. I’ve just watched you having sex with my brother, and I helped to give you an orgasm,” Sam said quietly.
“You did n—Oh my God! Oh my God! Shit. Let me up,” Rachel threw over her shoulder to Damon, still trying to move. She wanted to slink away in embarrassment, but neither man would let her budge an inch.
“Settle down, baby. You have nothing to be ashamed or embarrassed about. I told you we were all going to end up in bed together,” Damon stated.
“Rachel, stop it.” Sam took Rachel’s wrists in his hands and pinned her arms above her head, Damon anchoring her legs with one of his muscular thighs. “Stop it before you hurt yourself, darlin’. You can’t hide what you feel for us, any more than we can from you. Can’t you see how much we need you, Rachel?”
“I don’t know if I can handle this. I don’t know if I even want to do this,” Rachel lied, hoping they couldn’t see through her.
“Don’t you dare lie to me, darlin’. But especially to yourself. If you could see the way your eyes eat all three of us up when we’re with you, you wouldn’t try and bother spouting that bullshit. We know we’ve just met, Rachel, but that just doesn’t seem to matter. When something is right, shouldn’t you reach out and grab hold of it with both hands? Why throw it away before you even try to make it work? You could be letting something precious escape without even realizing it. We would never hurt you, darlin’. Please think about giving us a chance to be with you and show you how it could be with all three of us,” Sam said. He leaned down and kissed her gently, reverently, on the lips, then released her arms, stood, and left the room.
Rachel felt Damon move behind her. He slid his leg from off of hers and pulled her up and into his arms so she was sitting on his lap on the side of the bed.
“Sam’s right, baby. Please, give us a chance to show you how good it could be with the three of us. We would never, ever hurt you. We are trained to protect you with everything we have in us. We won’t let anything happen to you, Rachel.” Damon kissed her temple and set her on the bed beside him. He stood up and pulled his clothes on just as Connell called his name.
“Yeah, I’ll be right there. Hold your horses,” Damon yelled. He turned back to face Rachel. “Think about it, baby,” he said, then left the room.
Rachel gathered up her clothes and headed for the shower to freshen up, her mind caught in a circle of tumult as she stewed over Damon’s and Sam’s words.
* * * *
Sam met Damon, Connell, and Seamus in the kitchen. The grave looks on their faces made his muscles tense in preparation for what was to come. He knew something bad was about to be revealed. And from the looks on the other men’s faces, they already knew something he didn’t.
“I’ve found footprints around the front yard. Someone’s been staking out your house. They’ve even managed to pick the lock on the front window,” Connell stated.
“Fuck, that’s Rachel’s bedroom. Oh shit, you were just outside her window?” Damon asked.
“Yeah, man,” Seamus replied with a lewd waggle of his eyebrows. “Sounds like things are good on the home front.”
“Shut up, Seamus,” Sam bit out. “What we do in our own home is none of your business.”
“Hey, don’t go getting your panties in a knot. I was only teasing. I’m sorry. No harm, no foul. I think you should check out Rachel’s room, just to make sure no one’s been in there and planted any devices. I also think she shouldn’t be sleeping by herself. Maybe you should move her, or one, or maybe all, of you need to be in that room with her. Especially now we know they’ve found her. We all know how easy it is to slip in and out of a place without being detected.”
“I’m on it,” Sam threw over his shoulder as he made his way out of the room and down the hall.
Sam entered Rachel’s room just as she exited the bathroom. He saw her baulk as she looked at his face and knew she could see his anger.
“Sam?”
“It’s all right, darlin’. Why don’t you go to the kitchen and help Damon with dinner? I just need to check something out.”
“Okay,” Rachel replied, but hesitated on the threshold of her room. “Is there anything I can help you with?”
“No, darlin’.” Sam came to her, placed a kiss on her forehead, turned her out the door, and swatted her on the fanny.
Sam went over Rachel’s room with a fine-tooth comb and found several bugs in her room. One in the bedside lamp, another behind the headboard of the bed, and yet another inside the bedside table drawer. He checked over every inch of her room and bathroom, thankful he had found the three bugs that had been planted. Whoever had set them must have placed them in Rachel’s room last night when they were all out at Tyson’s hotel. Rage began to build up in him, and he literally had to force it down. He breathed evenly and deeply, trying to get himself under control. The thought of some bastard coming after their woman made him feel sick to his stomach. Once he was sure he was in full control of his ire again, he headed to the kitchen.
“Oh good, your timing couldn’t have been better,” Rachel said from across the kitchen, where she and Damon were serving up the food.
Once the platters of food were set on the table and everyone had filled their plates and were talking, Sam saw Rachel relax a little more. He could see she was thinking up a storm from the frown marring her pretty face.
“What did you find?” Damon asked, looking at Sam.
Sam didn’t reply. He put a hand in his pocket, pulled out the bugs, and placed them on the table. The silence became deafening.
“What are…” Rachel began to ask, but stopped when Damon held up his palm to her.
Sam saw Seamus lean over and pick up the small devices from the table. He watched Seamus get up, head to the kitchen, and begin searching through drawers. Seamus pulled a tenderizing mallet from the drawer and placed the three bugs on a chopping board. Sam winced as Seamus slammed the mallet down on all three devices, smashing them to smithereens.
“Bugs, darlin’,” Sam finally replied.
“What? Do you mean listening devices?” Rachel asked. Damon picked up Rachel’s hand, which had been resting on the table between them.
“Yeah, baby. Someone planted them in your bedroom.”
“Oh my…I have to leave. Can’t you see that? They know where I am. You’re all in danger,” Rachel said, her voice rising with oncoming hysteria.
“Rachel, please calm down. We will do everything we can to keep you safe,” Seamus declared from across the table. “Besides, they will now know we are aware they’re here and will be more cautious about trying to get to you, but they will slip up. You don’t need to worry. We’ve all been trained for this sort of situation. We’re ex-Marines, honey. No one is going to get to you unless they go through us first.”
“That’s exactly what I’m worried about. Oh God. Have any of you let Tyson know to be on alert? They could try to get to me through him. He’s out working and won’t be heading home until the early hours of the morning. Maybe we should go and see him?” Rachel asked.
“Settle down, baby. Tyson is always on alert. It’s as natural to us as nectar is to bees. We notice everything around us at all times,” Damon answered.
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