Intense Pleasure

by Lora Leigh

  “Her pussy’s so wet,” Raeg groaned as he retrieved the black nylon bag they carried in every vehicle they used.

  Inside was a tube of lubrication that they kept for far more than just sexual acts. They hadn’t expected to take Summer in the back of the limo. If they had, they would have brought more than just the lube.

  Dragging the tube from the bag, he quickly zipped it up and tossed it to the floor. His lips lowered once again then, his caresses causing shocked gasps and cries to vibrate around Falcon’s cock, the sound heightening the lust already tearing him apart.

  Staring down at her he tightened his hold on her hair, watching her cheeks hollow, feeling her mouth and tongue working around the sensitive head of his dick. Eyes closed, her face flushed, her pouty lips stretched around his shaft, she was the most erotic sight he’d ever laid his eyes on.

  She jerked again, harder this time, dazed pleasure filling her face as what would have been a scream of pleasure raced around the throbbing crest filling her mouth.

  “Ahh, pretty baby,” he groaned. “What’s he doing to you? Filling your sweet pussy with his fingers?”

  Her fingers were clawing at the material of his slacks, her body drawn tight as Falcon looked over at his brother kneeling on the floor behind Summer. From the position of his arm, he could see his brother wasn’t thrusting into the wet depths of her pussy. Hell no. His expression rapt with lust, Raeg was working his fingers between the cheeks of her rear, easing the flared length of the butt plug Falcon had forgotten buying while in Cliffton. Evidently his brother had found it and stored it in his ready bag.

  “Ah, baby, you get to have fun tonight,” he groaned, his body tightening as Raeg continued to work the toy inside her rear.

  It was equipped with a vibrator and a wireless remote. They were going to drive her crazy, and destroy themselves in the process.

  The muscles of Summer’s rear were bunching, tightening as Raeg worked the toy inside her, obviously enjoying the sight of the plug stretching her open, penetrating, before he finally lodged the anchoring base inside her.

  Mewling cries spilled from Summer’s throat, torturing the head of Falcon’s dick, and once the toy was securely inside her, shudders raced up her back.

  Easing back on the hold he had on her hair to allow her to move her head, he watched his brother lift Summer’s knee until he had one foot bracing on the edge of the seat, allowing his lips and tongue to reach the folds of her pussy.

  Her mouth tightened on his cock, moving up and down, taking it to the back of her mouth, working her tongue beneath it, then sucking heatedly as she moved on it again. The fingers of one hand gripped the shaft, stroking it, the moisture from her mouth making the heavy stalk slick.

  “That’s so pretty,” he groaned, watching her lips move on him, seeing the hunger burning on her face. “I hate to make you stop, darling, but you have to.”

  He wasn’t coming yet. Not yet.

  Forcing her head up Falcon watched her lashes lift, her gaze dazed, almost unseeing as she whispered his name, her lips swollen and red.

  “Falcon,” she whispered again, shuddering as Raeg eased back from her, his lips gleaming with the thick excess of her juices. “I don’t know…” She shook as Raeg touched the remote he held in his hand, flinching as a ragged cry tore from her lips.

  “Like that, Summer?” he asked her, helping Raeg turn her until she was kneeling in the seat facing forward, her hands gripping the back cushion desperately.

  The next cry was almost a scream, her eyes widening, hips pressing back into the seat as Raeg played with the remote. One of the options increased the width of the toy marginally, just enough to burn the sensitive ring of muscles gripping it.

  “Spread your knees,” Falcon ordered, kneeling in front of her as Raeg continued to play with the device. “Wider, baby.” Pressing against her inner thigh he guided her until her legs were spread wide enough to part the swollen folds.

  Her clit was engorged, flushed a dark pink and gleaming with her juices. The flushed, naked folds dripped with her juices as she shuddered in front of them, her head tossing as Raeg used the remote.

  “Fuck,” Raeg groaned, one hand wrapped around his cock as he stroked it, the other holding the remote. “Every time I change the setting it’s like laying a lash to her.”

  He pressed the button that caused the toy to thicken again and vibrate harder inside her.

  “Oh God…” she wailed, nearly sobbing as Falcon increased the low light in the back of the limo, watching as perspiration gathered on her skin and her nipples swelled harder than before.

  “Fuck her,” Falcon groaned.

  Raeg shook his head. “I want to watch her as you fuck her. Watch her as I change the settings of this toy and watch you stretch her until she’s begging.”

  Raeg’s gaze met Falcon’s. “She’s going to scream for you when you push inside her. She’s stretched tight, Falcon. So tight that her pussy’s going to be like a vise clamped around your dick.

  Raeg had his own kinks, Falcon thought, not in the least surprised that his brother wanted to push Summer’s sexual boundaries and endurance first.

  “She can ride me,” Falcon decided, moving to sit in the seat once again. Then he and Raeg drew her slowly from the position she was fighting to remain upright in.

  She was dazed, following their hands as they moved her.

  Easing her legs over his, her back to his chest to allow Raeg to suck her swollen nipples, Falcon gripped his cock and eased it between the hot, slick petals guarding her pussy.

  “Tell me if it’s too much, Summer,” he ordered as she began bearing down on his cock, her juices spilling over the head. “Take what you can but let me know if it’s too much.”

  She worked her hips as she bore down further, shuddering, those desperate cries that escaped her lips filled with both pleasure as well as pain.

  * * *

  Summer was lost in a place where nothing but sensation existed. Where ecstasy and agony were striking at her senses, her body, while destroying her mind as Falcon pushed slowly inside her.

  He was killing her.

  The vibration in her rear kept her senses focused on the alternating sensations, the razing sensation causing her to take more and more of him, her senses becoming high on the mix of pleasure and pain.

  It seemed to take forever for him to thrust fully inside her, his cock throbbing along with the vibration of the toy, as she sobbed in pleasure, her body shuddering with the sharpened sensations racing through it.

  Before she could adjust, before she could get used to the dual penetrations, Raeg’s lips covered the painfully hard tip of a breast, sucked her nipple into the heat of his mouth, and destroyed her as Falcon began thrusting beneath her.

  Summer’s head fell back to Falcon’s shoulder, lifting her breasts to Raeg, shaking, flying, as he drew on first one, then the other, sucking it deep, letting his teeth rake them, his tongue lash over them. As Raeg tortured her nipples, Falcon’s thrusts grew faster, pushing her closer to the edge of an explosion she knew she couldn’t possibility survive.

  She was racing closer, so much closer, sensations increasing, becoming sharper, hotter, blazing through her until she shuddered violently, fighting to scream, fighting to save herself as she felt her senses unraveling with the explosions of ecstasy suddenly ripping through her.

  Falcon kept thrusting harder, faster, pushing her through the violence of her orgasm as he groaned beneath her and the heat of his release ejaculating inside her only fed the inferno.

  She couldn’t bear more. She couldn’t live with more.

  Shaking in his arms, shivering through the smaller explosions, she cried out again as Falcon pushed in to the hilt, the final pulses of his release jetting inside her as she fought to catch her breath.

  Nothing could have prepared her for this, she assured herself. Nothing or no one could have convinced her that sensations so extreme could actually become addicting.

  “Summer
, sweet sweet baby,” Falcon whispered at her ear, his voice hoarse as she felt them lifting her, lowering her to the opposite seat.

  “Can you take me, Summer?” Raeg whispered, his lips brushing against hers. “Tell me if you can’t.”

  She forced her eyes opened, forced herself to focus on him.

  “Please.” Her body was humming again, the vibration in her rear igniting the flames inside her again. “Take me Raeg. Hard. Take me hard.”

  * * *

  Raeg dropped the remote to the erotic toy as he lost all sense of control.

  Hard. Take me hard …

  Lifting her legs to his hips, he positioned the head of his cock and thrust inside her. An inch. Maybe an inch.

  The vibration of the toy attacked the head of his dick, her muscles locked around it, and he knew if he didn’t get inside her he was going to come just like that.

  Thighs bunching, he forged inside her, working his stiff flesh inside the clenching, brutally tight confines of her channel, and knew, fucking knew, she owned him. Heart, soul, body, and mind.

  Owned him.

  Groaning with each push inside her, his hips rolling, thrusting against the hot grip, he swore it took forever to bury his full length inside her.

  Her pussy was so tight around him, he felt sweat pop out on his forehead, felt his mind dissolving with lust.

  Her legs wrapped around his hips, broken cries escaping her, shaking, shuddering as Falcon now played with that damned remote.

  He couldn’t stay still. Lingering to relish the feel of her was impossible. Holding her hip with one hand he braced his weight with an elbow on the seat next to her and began working inside her. Hard, plunging strokes that pushed through flesh clamped tight around his cock, rippling over the sensitive head, stroking the throbbing shaft.

  Her head tossed on the seat, turning back and forth, her lashes slitted, the violet color of her eyes glowing like gems within the passion-drugged features of her face.

  He was dying. Ah God, he was dying for her.

  When the already tight grip of her pussy began clenching further, milking at him, Raeg pushed her harder, thrusting faster inside her, the sound of wet flesh, of lust crazed thrusts and feminine cries filling the cabin as she stiffened in his arms and he felt her coming for him. Felt each explosion around his pounding erection, the rush of her juices and his own senses detonating with a release that he swore tore his soul from his body for fragile seconds.

  His semen exploded from his cock, filled her, spilling inside her.

  Groaning, shuddering, his hips jerked, tiny thrusts that extended the pleasure, uncontrollable, a reflex to the agonizing pleasure overtaking him.

  His Summer.

  His heart.

  God, he loved her. Loved her until he was dying with it, dying for it.

  She was his heart and his soul, and it was destroying him.

  Chapter

  SEVENTEEN

  Saturday was dinner and dancing.

  Summer had lost her appetite before the barbeque the day before and it hadn’t returned.

  Steven had done a wonderful job with her hair, just as he’d promised, and the gift he’d had for her was absolutely exquisite.

  His mother’s, he’d told her. It had been meant to go to any son he might have. Some men, he’d stated then, weren’t blessed with sons. He’d secured the bracelet around her wrist, declared it the perfect accessory to go with the tea-length emerald and cream chiffon dress with its slender straps and sweetheart bodice. The back ties held the dress snug around her breasts to her hips, where it then flared out in folds of weightless material that fell to her calves.

  Flat sandals rather than her normal heels, her hair a lush, long skein of masterful ringlets that glistened with dozens of fragile silver chains dripping with emerald crystals threaded through them.

  The front of her hair was pulled back from her face and secured at the crown of her head, the style flirty and playful, but casual enough for the setting.

  Once Falcon and Raeg were gone, Steven had promised to cut her hair. They’d discussed various styles and settled on a layered cut that would end at her shoulders.

  There was no sense in dealing with it for her own pleasure. She hadn’t kept it long for herself anyway. She’d kept it long because Falcon had so loved the length. She hadn’t known how much Raeg had found pleasure in it as well.

  Now, standing beneath the garden lights, music drifting around her, Summer let her gaze find Falcon and Raeg once again where they stood, always watching her.

  They hadn’t talked when they had reached the house. She’d barely had time to put her clothes on once she could move again, and after they helped her into the house and up to her room, once again Falcon and Raeg had left her to sleep alone.

  She hadn’t protested it. It was what they wanted, and she hadn’t pushed it.

  She’d already turned down just about everyone there, she figured. She loved to dance, but she couldn’t find any joy in the thought of dancing with another man. Especially as Raeg and Falcon watched.

  “Summer, this is ridiculous,” Aunjenue hissed as she moved to her side. “Not a single dance…”

  “Don’t.” Summer shook her head, afraid to discuss it, to hear a lecture on it.

  She didn’t want to cry, and she could feel the tears building, tightening in her throat and dampening her eyes.

  “I think I hate them,” Aunjenue muttered, the warm weight of her hand settling against Summer’s shoulders for a moment. “They’re killing you.”

  She shook her head again. “It’s the only way to let go, Auna,” she told her sister.

  She understood what they were doing, and why they were doing it. She had been so determined to find a husband, a family, that she had agreed to these parties. They weren’t going to interfere, they were letting her go instead. And now, that husband, those children who weren’t theirs … she couldn’t do it. She knew she’d never be able to do it.

  “Daddy’s so mad he’s threatenin’ to start to find a chew,” Aunjenue told her. “That’s bad, sis.”

  That was very bad. Her father hadn’t practiced the disgusting habit of chewing tobacco since he’d been discharged from the military. To her knowledge, there were only a few times in the years since that he’d threatened to pick it back up.

  “Everything will be okay,” she promised her sister. “I promise. Daddy won’t start chewing again, Momma won’t let him.”

  “Momma’s threatenin’ to smoke, Summer,” Aunjenue sighed.

  Summer blinked back tears that almost refused to go away.

  If her momma was threatening to smoke, then it really was bad.

  “I’m sorry.” She rubbed at the chill in her arms, hating what she was doing to herself and to those who loved her. “I’ll get a handle on it, I promise.”

  “No one else probably knows,” Aunjenue assured her. “They’re all used to you bein’ distant anyway. Momma and Daddy know you though. As do Caleb, Bowe, and Brody. We hate seeing you hurting like this.”

  She hated hurting, but she was going to have to find some way to bury it deeper than she was obviously burying it.

  “I’ll be okay, I promise.” She found Raeg and Falcon again, her gaze meeting theirs, their expressions just as implacable as they’d been the night before.

  “You should dance,” Aunjenue snapped, her lips thinning as Summer faced her, anger gleaming in her deep blue eyes. “You should have fun. Show them they’re not going to kill you.”

  “But it’s killing them as well, Auna,” she told her sister softly, her lips curving with a weary smile. “They just hide it better, that’s all.”

  Her sister rolled her eyes, anger flashing in them as she shot Raeg and Falcon a fierce glare.

  “If this is love, count my cute little ass out,” her sister declared with a little wave of her hand. “Because I’m sure it just ain’t worth the headache.”

  It was worth it, but that was something Aunjenue would have to learn for h
erself, she decided.

  “Go find a dancing partner,” Summer ordered her sister as she glanced at the large brick circle laid just for summer parties. “I’m having fun watching, I promise.”

  “And you are such a liar,” Aunjenue accused her. “But Momma’s demandin’ my presence again.” She rolled her eyes. “God save me, but that woman is makin’ me crazy. I told her already I don’t need a damned husband…”

  Summer watched her sister stalk away, turned back, and started in surprise to see Falcon standing in front of her.

  He held his hand out to her as a slow, incredibly sensual tune began filling the air.

  “Dance with me, Belle,” he demanded, his voice low.

  Reaching out, she took his hand and let him lead her to the patio. Stepping into his arms, her breath caught at the sensation of belonging as he pulled her against him.

  Summer rested her forehead against his chest, following his lead, swaying against him and feeling warm for the first time since they’d stepped from the limo the night before.

  “We have to stop this,” she told him as he bent his head to hers, his lips against her ear, his hand caressing her back beneath the cover of her hair. “You know we do.”

  The silence, the refusal to speak, the pain-filled nights they were spending alone all had to stop.

  “Shh,” he whispered, his hand stroking down her back again. “Just let me hold you, Summer. I need to hold you for a minute.”

  “I need to hold both of you,” she objected. “And I’m tired of sleeping alone. This isn’t over yet. I was supposed to have this time until Dragovich was dealt with, and you’re cheating me out of my time, Falcon.”

  Don’t beg, Steven had advised her. Summer wasn’t very good at begging and she knew it. But she damned sure knew how to demand.

  “This is the final night of this week’s parties,” he said, his voice remaining low. “The nights you’re attending them there’s no other choice. These men are here for you, we’ve heard it over and over again, Summer. And I swear to you, if I hear one more time how some son of a bitch wants to keep you barefoot and pregnant, I’m going to haul out my gun and shoot him in the dick.”