Falling High (Experienced Men Book 3)

by Savannah May

  I want a man and this man is hotter than burning hellfire. The fact that he marked me out weeks ago and has been looking for the way to be with me, only makes this seem more decadent. It kind of seems like we know each other, seeing as we met at mutual friend's event. At least that's my justification for this slightly, for me, raunchy behavior.

  My dress is pining my upper arms to my sides, so by bending at the elbow, I can grab Hunter's chest to pull him to me. He crushes his hard chest into me and I swirl my tongue back against his until we're doing a furious mouth dance. His hands cup my breasts and squeeze through the lace. Then he pinches my right nipple and delves under the lacy fabric to repeat the tweak on my naked bud.

  He starts rolling the hard point between his finger and thumb and a moan cascades over my lips. He just feels so good. His hard body pinning me as he drags one hand over the top of my head and down through my hair to force my neck to stretch back, giving his mouth full access to my chest.

  “Oh god,” I mewl, as he holds my head tipped back while he licks and bites his way down.

  Down, down, toward the spot where his other hand is sending great sparks of electricity straight between my thighs. Just having his hands on my body is soaking my expensive underwear. The sooner it comes off the better.

  My strapped down arms allow me to reach for his waist and up under his tight tee shirt. His skin is so hot, almost stretched with the rippling muscle right underneath. The ridges across his stomach peak and dip, bristling with power that's so seductive.

  He releases his fist from tugging back on my hair and his hand slides down the curve of my back to grab my ass. He cups one cheek and squeezes so hard my crevasse pulls apart. The cool air and my thong rubbing there only increase my hunger.

  “I want you,” I whimper between little pants of breath. Adding his name in case he's in any doubt who's driving me to the brink of insanity here. “Hunter.”

  Me saying his name sends him over the edge. His other hand leaves my breast to glide over the curve of my waist and cup the other cheek. With my ass filling his hands, he lifts me off the ground like I weigh nothing. My legs lace around his back, holding on and dragging his bulge closer into my spread. The heat of him, the heft of his swollen cock presses through the scrap of lace against my spread pussy. I shiver and grab at his shoulders, my fingers clawing at him with an urgency that leaves me breathless.

  He storms across the large room and deposits me on a surface. From the cold on my cheeks, I assume its the kitchen countertop. I don't know, the room is so dark. But my eyes adjust as the light of the moon comes through a window. I can make out Hunter's face as his eyes hold mine, filled with lust and hungry desire.

  “I want you too, Kendall. More than you can fucking imagine. And I'm not gonna take it easy on you. I want to devour your pussy with every part of my being.”

  I don't have time to reply, although really there's no answer to that other than,” Ohmigod, do it now. Do it fast. And do it hard.”

  Because Hunter slides my bra straps down my shoulders and flips my breasts out of their black lace cups. The exposure to air and his ravenous gaze makes my nipples stand up harder than ever. He pushes the underside of my left breast up to suck it between his lips. Nipping hard enough to deliver shards of pleasure pain that make me shudder as I grasp hold of his head and tug him to me even more ferociously.

  He pulls my hands off him and pushes me back on the counter. I have to stretch my arms behind me to support myself. He gazes on my body for a second, my tits spilled out of the underwire. Then he cups each one in his grasp again, to devour first one, then the other nipple like he hasn't eaten for a decade.

  “Oh god,” I quiver out.

  “Not god, just me,” he says, stepping back again to admire me spread out on the table top for him like a buffet lunch.

  “That's good enough for me,” I half whimper, words not coming easily to my shivering lips.

  He hooks a hand under my thigh and lifts it up. Up and up so my heel is on the counter. I reach one hand to unstrap the buckle and again he bats me away.

  “Leave them on,” he orders.

  Then he lifts the other leg up before hiking the dress up my thighs and tossing it back, leaving just a wisp of lace between his ravenous stare and my spread. His palm comes down on my knee to glide all the way up my inner thigh and I'm already soaking wet with anticipation. He halts for an instant, teasing me with his eyes before hooking one finger under the fabric and pulling it to one side. I gasp at a breath as the air licks across my clit and I shake with desire for his fingers.

  More than anything I want to free his cock, which I know is going to be mega impressive just from the massive swell in his pants. But Hunter wants to dominate and control everything tonight and who am I to resist when it feels so damn good? All I want to say is 'more'.

  I'm seriously struggling at air with my heart jumping around all over.

  “Stop teasing,” I moan. “I didn't mean to make you wait.”

  With that, his fingers delve into my spread, with expert precision. He trails a line through all the contours of my folds, avoiding the eager point shoving and pushing out from the middle, demanding attention right now. His moves only make the ache more intense, the need to have him spread me further, stretch me open, absolutely destroy me is close to agonizing.

  Chapter Twelve

  Hunter

  I don't know who's teasing who here, because I'm half deranged with the urgent need to be inside Kendall and feel her inner walls hugging the length of my boiling shaft. I fucking need it like I need to breathe but I also want to hold back as long as I can.

  Back at the bar, when I rested the last miniature chocolate mousse confection on her lower lip – you know I ordered desserts, to sweeten the deal. Yeah, when I touched that to her mouth, she turned her huge eyes up to me from under those feather boa lashes and said: “Once I bite down it's all over.”

  That was almost enough to have me rip the clothes off her right then. Fuck, even the way she looked at me had my cock pounding at my zipper to be let loose like a fucking beast. Then she adds;

  “I want it and I don't, because then it's done and I can't have more.”

  Her mouth is referring to the chocolate, the tip of her tongue, caressing the top where the creamy stuff sits. But her eyes speak of everything else I'm offering her.

  “You can always have more, I guarantee it,” I told her before I even knew the words were emerging from my mouth. Fuck. I never promise a woman more than I'm prepared to pony up. No, not even to get her into bed. I may be an asshole but I'm not a total fucking douche. So why was I promising Kendall the world? My world.

  Her tongue curled around the underside of the pastry, that was starting to melt from the heat coming off her sensuous lips. She lapped it into her mouth and I could see, fucking feel it in my balls, her doing the same to my cock. Her tongue running up the underside before she pursed her lips into the perfect o and sucked me in. And I needed that so bad I was about to fucking explode.

  Now we're home, I still feel ready to detonate but like her with the creamy chocolate, I don't want it to be over. I want to look at her, touch her, lick her and never let it end. Perhaps there's my answer as to why I gave her my promise.

  She looks so fucking divine, leaning back across my island countertop. Her pointed breasts so perky, they stand up without need of the sexy bra. So delicious, I have to lean in again for a decadent lap across the tips. I suck each into my mouth hard. Hard enough to make her hitch a breath and slam both palms around my head to drag me into her.

  I can only fucking imagine how she's going to tug me when I'm actually inside her. I cannot fucking wait. But I will. The exquisite agony for my dick is reaching the tipping point of unbearable but the wanting is so amazing. The gradual getting of her, sensitive piece by sensitive piece, watching her building up, the pleasure pooling ready to explode like a geyser out of the deep earth.

  That's what I want. To take her slowly up and do
wn, wanting hard and harder until she's screaming and completely lost. So she can't even remember her name, or mine, or that some dude named Rhino even exists.

  “Please,” she begs, dragging the syllable out so long it stretches.

  “What Baby? What do you need?”

  “You know what I need.”

  “I want you to stop teasing and tell me.”

  “Hunter, don't you tease me,” she mewls. “I want you. Only you. Inside me. Please.”

  “You're quite sure about that?”

  I stroke my finger up and down the length of her slit, covering each delicate fold while avoiding the hard little point prodding toward my touch.

  She rotates her hips, raising them up slightly off the worktop, pushing toward my caress. But I continue to deny her.

  “Yeeeesss. I've never been... more sure… about... any...”

  I thrust one finger into her hole and she unravels.

  “...thing.”

  Her hips drop back down with a squeal and she lets out her loudest moan yet. Her sound is throaty and raw, filled with rising ecstasy. Fuck, I knew she'd be tight. And wet. But she's impossibly so. Her tunnel clenches at me like it's the only thing she's ever needed and she'll never let me go.

  Her juices cover my digit, so hot and wet it's a serious temptation to pull out and lick them all up. But I corkscrew deeper into her, making her gasp and then withdraw, hooking her special spot on the way so she throws her head back with a screech of delight.

  “Yes! Oh god yes,” she breathes.

  “Only me, Baby.” I husk, making sure she never forgets it.

  On a twist of the finger inside her, I flip my wrist to to lay my thumb pad on her pointed little clit at last. She starts bucking and tossing her head side to side so her tits bounce up and down. I clamp one in my fist, then reach for the other with the same hand, holding her down so she has to take the deep thrusts I'm giving her pussy while rubbing her clit at the same time.

  I've got as much of her body in my hold as possible but to maintain control, I can't lean in and kiss her like I'm desperate to do. Her tongue runs around her bottom lip as she hauls at the air, unable to move as I hold her immobile by her stunning buoyant tits and finger fuck her until she's panting.

  “Give me your cock, baby,” she pleads, nearly making me lose my load right then.

  “Soon. If you're a good girl.” I tell her.

  There's nothing I fucking want more than to give her every last inch of me – the entire foot long. But first I want to see her come undone. I want her to know what she's been missing and to never want to be without it again. She's so close now. And then I shove another finger inside her, stretching her open for me. Her tunnel clenches around my fingers, her pussy mouth flowing with her nectar.

  I can't lean further in to kiss her, with her sprawled back on the bench. But I can tip my head down and lash across her open hole with my tongue. One long delicious lick across her quivering spread before scooping up all he divine juices flowing from her entrance. Her clit clenches under my thumb and then she can't hold back.

  “Come for me, Doll Face,”

  And she does.

  Thrashing and moaning and screaming my name like I wanted.

  “You Hunter. Only you. Ohmigod yes, you, you, you.”

  And she's still bucking and writhing under my control, my huge hand holding both full tits. The other hand dragging ferocious bursts of release from her pussy. I slip my fingers out of her convulsing tunnel and rub my thumb across her length, every time I see her climax retreat. She squeals as another wave of pleasure rushes up her and crashes over the edge.

  Watching her come apart at every seam is the most exciting thing I've ever done. And then the front door quietly opens and closes and I sense Rhino come padding across the room.

  Chapter Thirteen

  Kendall

  Right at that moment, the very point I'm completely losing my entire being, so I don't remember who I am or where I am. I'm just lost in a miasma of delirious pleasure I want to last forever and a day. Right at that moment, a gust of warm fresh air comes into the room when a door opens. Then someone approaches. Ten feet away I'm captured by Rhino's lust-drenched eyes and I ought to be shriveling with humiliation at being stark naked, legs spread open and his twin brother's fingers three knuckles deep into me as I scream for more.

  But I'm not.

  As if this wasn't the most amazing, erotic, sexy thing I've ever done- make that had done to me. Hunter is incredible, gorgeous, dominating, strong and a complete fucking boss with a woman's body. As if all that wasn't enough, this greedy girl is lapping up the filthy hungry wolfish gaze of his brother all over my naked body.

  I love how he's giving me a good eyefuck. The sight of him here with us, watching Hunter make me come with spasms of aftershock is beyond delicious. Hunter throws a glance over his shoulder at his twin standing there.

  A little tremble goes through me. Knowing they had some disagreement earlier, I don't want the perfection of this evening to be ruined by aggravation. They don't need to compete over me or bring any damage to their close relationship.

  “Alright, Bro?” Hunter asks, like this is the most normal thing in the world.

  “Yeah. All good, Dude.”

  Rhino leaps up, hitching one thigh on the edge of the worktop right beside me. Completely at ease.

  “Sorry for busting in like this. I didn't realize...”

  “Not a problem,” Hunter interrupts.

  “We're finished,” I murmur, my voice weak with spent pleasure.

  Hunter looks at me in semi-amazement and Rhino lets out a little snort.

  “Uh-unh, Baby Girl. You're barely getting started.”

  I don't know whether I can take any more explosive orgasms tearing through my body. But I'm more than happy to do whatever Hunter commands. I'm desperate to see his cock, the size of which hasn't diminished in the slightest with the arrival of his twin. If anything, it's even more bulging and I wonder whether this is a normal Saturday night for them, to be sharing one woman.

  With a small smile, I reach out for Hunter's waistband and pull open the metal button. Rhino swings one leg up and over, behind me as I lean forward, like a freaking ballet dancer he's so agile. I unzip Hunter, holding his half-hooded gaze trapped in mine, then I palm his hot length through the fabric of his shorts. Fuck, the thing is burning up and harder than the granite I'm sitting on. I rub my hand up and down slowly, holding his pleasure in my palm in a continuation of our teasing theme.

  Rhino's hard thighs are either side of me and he pulls me back into his body, so my spine lines his solid lithe chest. His hands rest on both my hips, until one slides up to grab my right breast and tweak the nipple with a hard tug. His touch is more fierce than his brother's and I get the idea I'm about to start the wildest ride of my life.

  I say bring it on. My pulsating clit is in total agreement.

  Rhino's fingers dig into my hip, so close to my soaking spread. Hunter can't take his eyes off my parted folds, all glistening with the juices he's drawn from me.

  “Am I about to be shared by the Brothers Luna?” I whimper, all breathy with renewed lust.

  “You want that, Kendall?” Hunter asks.

  I bite down on my lower lip and nod my head. I can't wait to start this next adventure. Before anyone says anything more, I dip my hand into Hunter's jocks and flip his cock loose. Holy shit, it is much, much bigger unleashed than when restrained by his briefs. My eyes are almost popping at the wide girth and I'm not sure that I can take it inside me. Except my body takes over with a clamoring need to go for it and I lick my lips hungrily, making Hunter grin.

  “Still starving, baby?”

  “For you,” I say, knowing he loves to hear that. I'm hungry to give him pleasure now. And it's not about returning the favor. I'm all in with this. With him.

  Not to be left out, Rhino pulls me tighter into his chest wall and his fingers glide into my folds, rubbing circles around my clit with a v
igor that refuses to be resisted. I know I can't cum again, it simply isn't possible, but I'm ready for Hunter inside me. I want him and I want Rhino pulling bliss from all my sensitive points.

  I pull Hunter's prick to my pussy mouth as Rhino tips his head to bite the side of my neck.

  He's still tracing demanding circles around my point when Hunter pushes against my entrance and his length slides in, parting my resistance and straining at my inner walls.

  “Oh,” I yelp, the surprise of his wide steel straining against me incites a whole new wave of hunger.

  Rhino pinches my nipple in response, sending electricity zinging through every cell.

  “You're so wet, baby. And your tits are so sexy gorgeous,” he growls. “I wanna fuck you so bad, Kendall.”

  Having one amazing strapping hunk fuck you hard while another holds you between his legs rasping in your ear that he wants to, is beyond hot. I'm huffing out breath after breath. Moaning with each one, feeling my body gathering itself to explode again. Even though I was sure there was no way, these two incredible gods are orchestrating my body between them like a dual pianist.

  Rhino's rock hard bulge at the base of my spine is burning another hole in my skin while Hunter slides his cock the full length of me. He pulls slowly all the way out, until the tip is pooled in my pussy mouth. He's rotating his round head there in the hollow, when Rhino's hand comes down in a slap across my soaking wet clit.

  The noise echoes all around the room quickly followed by my loud screech. The stinging pain releases some of the swollen agony in my point before spreading through my folds and into my core with a torrent of pleasure.

  At the exact moment that the diffusion of heats spreads up through me, Hunter jerks forward with a thrust all the way into my tunnel again. This time his tip grazes against the end of me and grinds lightly there, like he might break into the very inside core of me.

  Both these guys want to split me apart, own me and possess me. Any thought that there'd be a fight or some jealous words soon falls away as they work my body to their whim. Although it's actually all for my pleasure. I haven't offered them a thing and any time I try, one or other holds me down. I can't do anything other than surrender to the delight they're wringing out of me.