by Chloe Lang
“I would like that, cowboy. Very much.” Her whole body stiffened. What if this was a mistake? A bad mistake? “Bryant, I’m not sure we should.”
“You’re wrong, sweetheart. We definitely should.” His tone was lusty and deep. He meant business.
How could she refuse him? She couldn’t, but more than that, she didn’t want to refuse him. Her whole body was limp in his arms.
He brought her into the bedroom and lowered her down to the soft quilt below.
“It’s not too late for us to think clearly, Bryant. We need to talk.”
“No words. I’ll talk with my hands.” His voice rumbled along the skin on her neck causing her to tremble. He unbuttoned the shirt, a man’s shirt, just one of the few she’d worn since arriving. Was it his shirt? Cody’s? Emmett’s? It didn’t matter. She wouldn’t be wearing it much longer.
His fingers parted the shirt, and her chest was exposed for him. The bra she’d been wearing when Emmett had found her had been tossed away, its tears beyond repair. His fingers traced her breasts, causing her to shiver. When his thumbs and index fingers clamped down on her nipples, she gasped.
“You like?”
The sting softened into a wave of warmth throughout her body. “Yes. It feels great, but I’m not sure we should keep heading down this path, Bryant.”
“You said it yourself, sweetheart.” Bryant slipped the oversized jeans down her legs with ease and tossed them aside. “You would’ve remembered someone by now. I can buy that you might’ve been in shock at first and forgotten this mystery man, but now, I can’t believe you wouldn’t have remembered something.”
She closed her eyes, and the image of the boy came up. No man. No husband. No boyfriend. No one. Seeing the young kid was all that was left to her. Who was he to her? Where was he? Was he okay? Frustrated tears rolled down her cheeks. “I wish I could remember anything, but I can’t.” Amber opened her eyes and saw Bryant completely stripped. If she gave in to this muscled cowboy, surrendered to him, what then? Emmett clearly didn’t have any interest in her, no matter what Bryant believed. Cody definitely did, and now she knew for certain that Bryant did, too. But that wasn’t enough. She’d learned from the first couple of days that these three brothers were meant to share a woman. It was what they’d grown up expecting. She couldn’t be the one who divided them up. No way. “I can’t do this.”
As Bryant’s hands removed the shirt completely off her, his mouth came down on hers, forcing her to see another way, another possibility. He was insistent, powerful, and so dangerous. She was falling for him, had been since waking up from her accident. In truth, she was falling for all of the Stone brothers. Bryant had a side to him she hadn’t expected. Surprising and exciting. She placed her hands on his chest, thinking she should push him away. Of course he was too strong for her to have any real physical impact, but if he could feel her resistance, she thought he might slow his sensual attack. But her hands felt his rock-solid frame, and she couldn’t push away. Instead, she enjoyed the feel of his chest under her fingertips.
It might be smart to stop, to protest, to be logical, but she couldn’t. Whatever secrets were lost to her, she wanted this—heaven forgive her—wanted to be with Bryant. She moved her hands around his thick neck and melted into his muscled frame. Bryant was powerful and demanding, but his mouth was gentle and teasing. His tongue slipped across her lips, causing a new set of shivers to ignite inside her. Parting her mouth, she welcomed his tongue. With no memories left to her, this felt like her very first kiss. A real kiss. A kiss for the ages. Bryant was in charge, tugging on her hair ever so slightly. Instinctively, she felt her whole body soften against him. Surrendering to him came so natural to her.
He deepened their kiss, which enkindled sensations zipping like a thousand hummingbirds darting here and there inside her. As he continued claiming her mouth as his, his hands gently massaged her breasts. She knew letting his will mingle with her want, her thirst, her desire, was going to end badly. Once her past life came back to claim her, all she would have left of him would be the image of his face to haunt her for the rest of her days. His face and his brothers’.
He moved his thick, manly lips off her mouth and to her neck, making her tingle violently.
Somehow, she found a shred of logic inside her to latch onto. It wasn’t right to go on. He deserved better from her. “Bryant?”
“You’re in your head, aren’t you, love? Thinking too much, I bet.” His words came out in long, deep syllables, making her shiver with every masculine, demanding inflection.
“What if I can’t give you what you want?”
“What do you mean?”
Then it hit her like a brick between the eyes. “What if I’m a virgin?” She didn’t know.
Bryant stopped caressing her breast. He leaned up and looked at her directly in the eye. “I hadn’t thought of that.”
She’d hit a nerve in him. “Neither had I, but what if it’s true?”
What happened next shocked her. Instead of a frown, the broadest smile came across his handsome face. “That would please me more than you can imagine, Amber. It would mean you are most certainly unattached.”
“I can’t remember ever having sex, Bryant. What if I don’t know how to please you?” Her pulse was pounding hard and fast.
“We’ll take things slow, love.” He cupped her breasts again with his big hands. “All you have to do is let me take the reins. Your pleasure is my pleasure. I’ll know if you’re a virgin or not. Either way, I want you. I’ve wanted you since I first saw you. Once we headed down this path, I had no plans on this being a quickie. Now that I have you where I want you—under me—I’m going to make this last a very long time. Knowing that this might be your first time, I will go especially slow. Stop fighting me. You’re mine. Here. Now. Mine.”
Without her memories, this felt like her first time. How could she know? The wall kept her from her past, and for now, she was glad of it. “Yes. I’m yours.”
“You’re my sweet virgin princess. Exploring every inch of you will be such a thrill.” He once again kneaded her breasts, causing her nipples to jut out. “I’m going to suck on your gorgeous tits until you are clawing my back.” He pinched her nipples, delivering a sweet sting. “I’ll dine on your beautiful breasts for as long as I like and you will let me. Understand?”
She nodded, feeling her will give way to him. This side of the quiet Stone brother was something she hadn’t expected, but his demands were reaching into her and melting all her impediments, her defiance, her resistance. Even with the butterflies in her belly fluttering wildly, she couldn’t stonewall him any longer. He wanted her, and God help her, she wanted him. Whatever her past, she was swamped with desire.
His mouth came down on her breast and he sucked hard, clamping down on her tip with his teeth every so often. The delicious pain reached down into her pussy, enhancing her sensations, elevating her to another state, a state of dizziness and desire. She squirmed under his assault as liquid seeped out of her pussy.
“Fuck, I could suck on your nipples from sunup to sundown and all through the night. You’re perfection, Amber.”
She didn’t know what to say to that, but felt a big dose of pride swell inside her.
“You’re going to go to the brink of madness, love. I’m going to make sure of it.”
Bryant swallowed her other nipple, delivering the same pleasing sensations he’d done to the other. With his left hand, he continued massaging her breast. Her nipples were aching, so sensitive she had to bite her lower lip to keep from screaming. With his right hand, he slipped his fingers in the waistband of the underwear she was wearing. It wasn’t hard for him to get to her mound, since the briefs were men’s, not women’s.
“Yes,” she blurted out, unable to hold her tongue.
“Time to touch your sweet pussy, Amber. I’ve been dreaming of this ever since you arrived.” His fingertips danced over her mound and then landed on the valley of her sex. As he parted her p
ussy’s lips, her clit began to throb. She shifted her hips so that her pussy pressed into his hand. Even with her memories lost to her, she knew this couldn’t be her first time, though it definitely felt like it was. Her mind might not recall sex, but her body most definitely did. Instinct was taking over. She wanted him, wanted his cock inside her pussy. Needed to be filled up and claimed. It would be the only thing to really satisfy this itch he’d awakened inside her.
“Nice and wet for me, love. That pleases me.” His fingertips glided over her mound and then pressed on her clit, coating it with her own juices. “I’m going to taste your little button. I’m going to nip at it until you are mad with pleasure.”
“Yes. Please.” As his talk grew more and more lurid, she felt her want expand and spread out inside her.
“I’m betting your pussy tastes delicious. I love pussy, Amber. I’m going to love drinking all your sweet cream.” He shifted down her body, his tongue tracing her flesh like a hot pen.
Down he went, leaving her breasts, arriving at her stomach. She trembled as his lips traced her skin there, causing her temperature to rise to the nearly unbearable.
“Yes,” she breathed in a whisper. Her pussy was soaked and her clit was throbbing.
With his tongue bathing her stomach, Bryant worked over her pussy with both his hands. His fingers were like ten caressing masseurs on her pussy and clit. His touches were paradise.
He licked at her navel, which surprised her how sensitive it was. Tingles flooded every part of her body, including deep in her core.
“I’m going to love fucking this tight pussy, sweetheart, filling you up with my cock. I’m going to fuck you out of your mind and then some. I’ve waited for this, dreamed about this, thirsted for this. No more. Not any longer. You’re going to take everything I have to offer. You’re going to scream, and it will be music to my ears.”
“Oh God.” His words were like sensual bullets, piercing her flesh, raising her need higher and higher.
“Time for a taste of your sweet pussy cream.” His tongue came out again, dipping below her navel. He moved so slowly, so painfully slow. Down he went with his hot lips. “Look at this luscious clit.” He kissed her bud, making her squirm. “Very nice. More on that later, love. Now, I want to drink from your body. You want that, don’t you?”
She moved her fingers to his hair, twisting the strands between them. “I do. I need you.”
His lips skimmed her clit, causing a spark to shoot up and down her spine until it finally settled in her pussy where it ignited a flame of desire. She nearly screamed when she felt Bryant’s tongue move through her swollen, wet pussy.
“Fuck, you taste incredible.” His tone was more animal than human, and that brought out a shiver and moan from her. “Now that I’ve drank your juice, I will have it anytime I want. You will give me drop after sweet drop whenever I command.”
She nodded, loving how in control he was. Quiet, no more, Bryant was in charge, not her, and she loved every second of it. No worries existed in this moment. No pain. No wall. She shivered as he went back to drowning her with amazing oral sex.
Bryant held her thighs, parting her legs wider. His fingers clamped around her flesh, locking her in place. Clearly, he wasn’t going to let her go, not until he drained her of every splash her pussy produced. She was his to command, to control, to dominate, and knowing that set her free to really feel pleasure. Her body softened as her submission to him was complete. Whatever he wanted from her, she would give over. Whatever he needed, she would surrender.
His thumb pressed on her aching clit, sending her to the roof. A delicious delirium shook her as he lapped up her pussy’s liquid like a man mad with thirst.
Her heart pounded hard in her chest. Keeping her body still was impossible now. Her pussy began to spasm, clenching and unclenching over and over. “Please don’t stop,” she said, panting.
She heard him growl, which made her even wetter, if that was possible. His fingers parted her pussy lips, allowing his tongue to go deeper into her channel. The oral fucking pushed her into a flood of climactic sensations that took her over completely. Hot flames burned her inside and out. Her body was responding with electric pulses that left her ferociously feverish and trembling. Bryant didn’t ease up on her as she clawed at his back and screamed his name again and again. His transporting torture continued with his mouth sucking her labia and his fingers squeezing her thighs. Every cell inside her exploded with pleasure and fire.
Chapter Seven
Bryant looked at Amber’s trembling lips and felt his cock pulse hard and his balls grow even heavier. “You’re beautiful, love.” He moved his gaze to her pillowy-soft breasts. The only word to describe her perfect symmetry was “stunning.” Her nipples were still temptingly erect. How could he make her understand how much he loved her breasts? Hell, her whole body was utter perfection. “Get ready for more, sweetheart.”
She sucked in a deep breath, clearly attempting to stabilize herself. No way was he going to let that happen. Not yet. Keeping Amber unsteady was critical to get her body and mind in a state of pure pleasure.
He watched her chest rise and fall as her breaths began to soften slightly. “How are you doing, sweetheart?”
She reached down and touched his cheek. “I feel great, cowboy. How about we cuddle now?”
As he moved up her body, he touched her soft skin with his fingertips. “I want that, baby, but not yet. Not until I’ve fucked your pretty mouth and your delicious tits.”
“What if I’m not good at oral sex, Bryant? You were amazing. I’m not sure I can live up to your expectations.”
“There you go again, trying to take charge.” He cupped her chin and forced her to look at him with her gorgeous eyes. “I’m in control. I will guide you every step. I will teach you. You will do great.”
“You think so?” she asked meekly.
“I know so, love.” Her submissive nature was so evident. She was the perfect mix of sass and surrender. He could imagine how wonderful it would be to really train her, to take her into the playroom with his brothers, to see her face slack with pleasure and her ass pink and hot from paddles and his open hand. “I want you completely spent, and when you think you can’t bear more pleasure, I will fuck your pretty little pussy with my cock.”
Bryant opened the drawer in his nightstand and grabbed the bottle of lubricant and a couple of condoms. The rubbers were for later. “Time to feel your tits tighten around my cock.” He squirted a generous portion of the slick liquid in the valley between her breasts. Then he began massaging her and was rewarded with her long eyelashes fluttering wildly. “God, you have the most amazing tits, Amber.”
Her nipples were hard little points. He rolled them between his thumb and forefinger.
She bit her lip and moaned. He cupped her breasts, enjoying how ample they felt in his hands. “Nice and soft, love. God, I love them.”
She smiled. “I believe you do, cowboy.”
Her words made his cock strain. He pressed his cock against the opening of her wet pussy and she moved her hips in response.
“Not yet, baby.” His own hunger was fathomless, deep, and crushing, but he wanted her to feel pleasure far beyond where he’d taken her so far. His need would have to wait.
“God, I can’t stand much more.”
“You will, though. Much more.” He pinched her nipples harder than before. The moan that slipped past her lips thrilled him. He looked down at her twin mounds, glistening from the lubricant he’d applied. “Time to fuck your pretty titties.”
“Please.” More like a breath than a word, Amber’s nails clawed into the flesh at the back of his neck. “Oh, please, Bryant.”
“Talk to me, baby. Tell me what you want. Don’t hold back.” He moved up her body, positioning himself so that his cock landed between her breasts.
“Anything you want from me, cowboy. That’s what I want.” The truth in her tone was clear. She was lost to her desires, and he loved that he�
�d brought her to that place where she could really feel.
He squeezed her tits together around his dick and then slid his rigid erection in and out of the tight spot he created between her breasts. She moved her hands over his, pushing against the back of his hands with her tiny fingers.
Where his past experiences in the playroom and at Phase Four had been primarily fast and effective, today with Amber he wanted it to be unhurried, measured, and deliberate. He wanted it to last. She deserved much more than a quick roll in the hay. She deserved all of him—not just his skill as a trained Dom, not just his ability to fuck a woman into oblivion, not just his talent to deliver mountains of pleasure. No. Amber deserved much more. She deserved all of him.
“Keep talking, Amber. What are you feeling? What do you want?” He tweaked her straining nipples as he continued thrusting between her breasts. “Talk to me.”
“God, so much. I don’t know how to describe what I’m feeling. I want you, cowboy. I want you inside me.”
“I want that more than you can even imagine, and I will fill your pussy up with my dick. I promise. Whatever you want, I’ll give it to you.”
“Oh, God, that feels so good.” Amber moaned.
“You squeeze my dick, baby.” He freed his hands from under hers, and she obeyed his instructions, shoving her breasts together even more than he had. “That’s my girl.” He wove the fingers of his left hand into her thick locks and tugged.
Her eyes closed and her lips vibrated.
With his right hand, he touched her cheek. “You’re fucking unbelievable, love.”
The scent of her arousal grew. He inhaled her aroma deep into his nostrils, and his hunger expanded. He’d been known to come more than once in a night, but today he planned on coming at least three times—even if it took all day. That wouldn’t be bad, not at all.
“I can smell how wet your pussy is, Amber. I’m going to come on you here, baby. I’m going to feed my cock to your sweet little mouth. Then, when you think I’m done, when you think you can’t bear one more second of pleasure, I’m going to shove my cock into that tight, pretty pussy and fill you up completely. Understand?”