Conquering India

by Conquering India [lit]

  Marc cradled her face in his hands again and brushed his mouth over hers. “Nothing but pleasure now. Tell us if it gets to be too much.”

  She could not speak, dared not to. The look on his face, the need that shimmered in his voice, had her heart twisting. Wade kissed the back of her neck, his mouth and tongue moving over her heated flesh. The pain receded, pleasure taking hold as they thrust in and out of her, working in a rhythm that drove her crazy. As they pushed her to her limits, she lost track of time, her muscles tightening as satisfaction seemed just an inch away. But they gave her no relief.

  “Jesus, you feel good,” Wade said.

  Her orgasm built as they continued their assault. “God, please.”

  Marc took her mouth in a heated, wet kiss. “What do you want, India? Tell us what you need.”

  Before she could answer him, her orgasm slammed through her. She convulsed, tightening around their cocks, pulling them deeper into her. Their movements turned frantic, both of them pumping into her. Another orgasm hit her as both men groaned her name.

  Long minutes later, she was awakened from a slight doze by Wade as he pulled out of her. Marc lifted her and placed her between them. She felt drained, but at the same time, complete. She snuggled closer to Marc, then reached behind her back for Wade.

  Nothing felt quite as wonderful as being between them, their body heat warming her. It was the last thought she had as she drifted into the contented sleep.

  Chapter Nine

  Wade woke, his dick hard, his senses on alert. A soft hand cupped his cock, fingers dancing over the tip. He looked down and found India smiling up at him. His heart twisted in pleasure at the sight of her in his bed. He looked over, realized Marc was behind her, his hands running over her fair skin. The sight of her in his bed, seeing his friend’s pleasure as he touched their woman had some of the air backing up in his lungs. He knew now this was right, that everything he said had been correct. This was the right woman for them.

  He cleared his throat, but his voice still came out harsh.

  “Is it morning?” he asked.

  “No,” India said. She flicked her tongue over his nipple.

  She moved over him then, wiggling between his legs, settling herself on her knees. Without preamble, she wrapped her small hand around his shaft. He felt the bed move as Marc got up, but Wade paid no attention to that. He couldn’t. The woman stroking him had his entire attention. It was more than the pleasure she seemed intent on giving him or the way her hand slipped over him. The delight and power brightening her eyes held him captive.

  Marc came beside the bed and pulled open his nightstand drawer. Wade glanced over and smiled when he saw the plug he retrieved. Wade bought it a week ago with India in mind. Her hand stilled, and he knew the toy had captured her attention. Marc grabbed a tube of lube and moved behind her on the bed. Neither of them would push her again tonight, but she did need to get more accustomed to anal play.

  “India,” he said.

  She swung her gaze to his. He expected to see some fear. She was a novice, although he was sure both he and Marc would take care of that soon enough. Instead, he saw the flash of excitement flare in her gaze. His cock jumped in her hand, and she looked down it and then back up to his face. He smiled at her.

  “Your enthusiasm is a turn on.”

  She shivered, her breasts swaying with the movement. Her nipples were already erect, begging to be touched. He reached forward and brushed the back of his fingers over one.

  “Relax, honey,” Marc said. Wade looked around her and saw Marc ease a lubricated finger into her anus. She shivered again and closed her eyes.

  “Damn,” Marc muttered. “She’s so damn tight.”

  The need he heard in Marc’s voice heightened his own. “Like a fist.”

  Marc continued to move his finger, and Wade turned his attention to India. “Hey, baby.”

  When she opened her eyes, stark hunger darkened her eyes. She lowered her head and took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She moaned against his cock as Marc eased the plug into her ass.

  She raised her head, her eyes still closed and she moaned.

  “You are such a delight,” Marc said as he pulled himself up to his knees behind her. “It is hard not to pull that plug out of you and fuck your ass.”

  “India,” Wade said as Marc slipped his fingers between her legs.

  “Damn, she’s dripping,” Marc said.

  “She gets hot faster than any woman we’ve ever had.”

  Marc looked over her head at him and smiled. Then he said, “Take his cock in your mouth.”

  India glanced behind her then back at Wade. She licked her lips before taking him into her lush mouth again. She tormented him, her tongue swiping out over the tip each time she retreated. Each time, she took him further into her mouth as she slipped her hand between his legs and dragged her nails lightly over his balls.

  Holy hell.

  She added her hand, pumping his cock each time she drew up on him.

  She paused when Marc started to ease into her and moaned around his cock. Fuck, the vibrations moved over his flesh, shot through his blood, and caused his balls to draw up. He used all his control to keep from losing it right there and then. He wanted to come in her mouth, but not yet, not until both of them were with him.

  Marc held on to her hips as he pumped into her. “Damn. I don’t know how long…”

  He didn’t finish, probably couldn’t and Wade understood. Being inside India was like heaven.

  Wade slipped his hands through her hair, then pressed his palms against her head, easing her mouth back to his cock. She fell onto him hungrily, her enthusiasm almost overwhelming him. She took him so deep he could feel the back of her throat, but he controlled it, barely. Her moans increased, and her motions now became frantic as he felt her own arousal building. He watched Marc and India, watched the craving take over the two of them. Marc reached around and caressed her mound as she continued to assault Wade with her mouth. In seconds, she came, her body shivering with her orgasm. Marc came within moments, plunging into her as he shouted her name. Their pleasure undid Wade. India had recovered and worked his cock over, caressing his sac.

  Marc pulled out of her at some point and lay down next to Wade.

  “Come, Wade.” Marc’s harsh command pushed him over the edge. He thrust into her mouth, touching the back of her throat as he came, his orgasm pulling everything from him.

  “That’s it,” Marc said. “Take it all.”

  She did as ordered, humming as she did. By the time she was finished, he felt drained as if he had been on a ten day hike in the desert. The woman would be the death of him.

  “Come here, baby,” Marc said.

  She settled between them, and Marc leaned over to offer her a kiss. Something shifted between the three of them as he leaned in to do as his friend did. He looked up and saw Marc watching the two of them. He knew without asking, Marc felt the same about this as he did. Never before had it been about emotion…just satisfaction. But now, this woman, this night, would change their lives. They needed her…forever. Marc pulled her back against him, and Wade crowded in front of her. As he drifted to sleep, Wade promised that he would do everything to keep the three of them together.

  * * * *

  Marc came awake in degrees. He shifted his weight, trying to find a more comfortable position, and heard a mumble beside him. When he drew in a breath, he smelled cinnamon and magnolias.

  India.

  He opened his eyes and found her snuggled against him, her hand over his heart. Warmth filled his chest. He didn’t expect this again, didn’t want it. But the feelings he had for India were more than he’d had for Michelle. This went beyond attraction, beyond lust. This touched him down to his soul.

  She mumbled something and moved closer. His cock jerked at the sensuous feel of her hardened nipple against his skin. Amazing that he had it in him, since they had taken her twice the night before, but Marc had a feeling that no
matter how long they were together, she would have this effect on him.

  Marc lifted his head and saw the bed empty beside India. Wade was always an early riser and apparently decided to leave them alone.

  She huffed, her warm breath feathering over his skin. The hand that covered his heart now slipped down his chest, past his abdomen. A suspicious snort alerted him before her small hand wrapped around his shaft.

  “India.”

  She rose, the sheets falling to her waist. The smile she offered him was filled with feminine satisfaction. A slant of morning light flashed over her golden skin and rosy nipples. The womanly confidence he recognized was both heartwarming and arousing. Every bit of moisture dried up in his mouth.

  “I see that you’re awake.”

  He chuckled, then moaned as she gave his cock a swift tug. She used her index finger to swirl around the tip, spreading the drop of pre-cum over the sensitive flesh. When she slipped her hand down to his balls, Marc jackknifed, then rolled over, trapping her beneath his body. His dick pulsed against her sex. Moist heat emanated from her core. She laughed. The sound of her joy lightened his heart, fed his libido.

  She looked up at him with those Caribbean blue eyes shimmered with amusement.

  I caused this, he thought with some wonder.

  A sense of awe swept through him at the sight of her happiness. His hunger spiked. Her smile faded as she continued to look up at him.

  “Marc?”

  He shook his head, unable to explain what she did to him. How could he tell a woman that she turned him inside out? That until that very moment, he thought she was there for the both of them…together. Not separate. And just how did he tell her she made him believe again?

  He bent his head and moved his mouth over hers. He didn’t close his eyes, but continued to hold her gaze as he tasted and teased her. Soon, though, he could not hold back and slanted his mouth over hers, thrusting his tongue into her waiting mouth. Closing his eyes, he deepened the kiss, pouring every ounce of his need into it.

  Moving from her mouth, he slipped down her body, pulling a nipple into his mouth, scraping his teeth over the tip. She moaned her pleasure as he pinched her other nipple. He slipped farther down, settling himself between her thighs. Her curls were dewy with her essence. The musky scent of her arousal filled his senses. He placed a hand over her mound and took pleasure in the moist heat that warmed his palm. He pressed hard, rubbing the heel of his hand against her clit. Her legs fell open wider.

  “Marc.” Excitement and need threaded her voice, spurring him on.

  Knowing he couldn’t wait any longer, he lowered his mouth to her pussy. The moment he slipped his tongue between her folds, the taste of her exploded in his mouth. Sweet, but tangy, an orgy for his senses. Marc drew her clit into his mouth and gently sucked as he slipped a finger between her folds. Her muscles surrounded him, pulling him into her warmth. Adding another finger, her moans increased. India slid her fingers through his hair, urging him on. Her muscles quivered then she exploded, convulsing as she screamed his name.

  He kissed his way back up her body, ready to plunge into her.

  “Dammit.”

  It aggravated him that he had to stop and grab a condom. In record time, he tore open the package and rolled it on. He turned to her and found her smiling at him, a look of lazy satisfaction in her gaze.

  He slipped back between her thighs and entered her in one hard thrust. He had the pleasure of watching her eyes go blind with pleasure. Wanting to draw out their enjoyment, he moved slowly, building her back up again. Nothing ever felt as good as the way her inner muscles tightened on him, how her warmth surrounded him. Soon, she was frantic beneath him, her frenzied movements telling him that she was close again. He skimmed his hand down between their bodies until he found her hardened clit. One caress sent her up and over again. Ripples of delight pulled him deeper into her core. She arched, screaming his name again. When she settled back against the pillows, Marc thrust into her, still trying to extend their lovemaking, wanting her to come again. But she looked up at him, her blue gaze filled with love. She brushed the back of her fingers over his cheek.

  “Marc.” He could barely hear her voice, but he saw her swollen lips move, heard the feeling behind it. It touched something deep inside of him, pulled at him, and he lost control. He drove into her once…twice…

  He shattered, his orgasm washing through him, draining him, completing him. Everything he had, everything he wanted, poured into his release. He collapsed on top of her, his heart beating against her chest.

  Long moments later, he was aware that her hands moved over his back, and he realized he was crushing her into the mattress. He rolled over onto his side, then pulled her against his chest.

  Now that it was over, panic set in. He felt connected to her during sex, even before sex, but what now? Was she just in it for the fun, for the pleasure?

  She pulled on some of his chest hair. “Stop worrying.”

  “What makes you think I am?”

  She rose up to her elbow and smiled down at him. Her curls were a mess, and a light sheen of perspiration damped her forehead. Her smile was contagious.

  “How can you worry about something as glorious as that was?”

  The simple question, along with the joy behind it, made his chest ache. He brushed his fingers over her cheek in much the same way she did. She turned her head and kissed the palm of his hand.

  “I need a shower.” She slipped out of bed and smiled down at him, but now, there was a shyness to it. India was still not comfortable with her body. Her worries made her all that more human, and he felt his heart tumble down and slip right into love.

  “I think we could both do with one.”

  Her eyes widened as he jumped out of bed and pulled her into his arms. She giggled as he walked her into the bathroom, the sound so wonderful, so perfect, he promised himself to try to get her to laugh every day for the rest of his life.

  Chapter Ten

  India lounged on the massive sofa Marc and Wade had in their living room and sighed. Wade had her cradled against his chest as Marc rubbed her feet. There wasn’t much a girl could complain about.

  “If you keep cooking like that, I’ll gain weight.”

  Wade chuckled. “I’m sure both Marc and I could figure out a way to work it off ya.”

  Heat filled her face as Marc smiled at her. “I think we’re up to the task.”

  Something had shifted this morning. While Marc had been great the night before, she sensed that there was a bit of him he held back from her. This morning, though, she could see it in his eyes, see that he needed her as much as Wade. While he was the stoic one, the one who never seemed to need anyone, he might need her even more than Wade. Or maybe it was in a different way.

  She settled against Wade and closed her eyes. Everything was so new, and she had no idea what either of them wanted out of this. If she thought too much about it, she might start wanting more. As in the whole nine yards.

  Her eyes popped open. Jesus, she was thinking about permanent connections with two men when two days ago she thought to avoid a relationship with just one man.

  “Something wrong?” Marc asked, his clear gaze roving over her face.

  She knew she couldn’t lie, knew he would sense her lies right off. So when the doorbell rang, she silently thanked God.

  Marc frowned, but he rose from the couch and approached the door. It was a man, and India rose from the coach. When Marc returned, he didn’t look any happier.

  "Officer Daniels."

  She smiled when she saw the young officer, hoping he had some kind of information for them.

  His face flushed. "Ms. Singer."

  "Why don't you have a seat? Marc, is there any coffee left?"

  There was a look exchanged between Marc and Wade. Something was up, and she had a feeling they were hiding something from her. She didn’t know what, but there was a good chance it had something to do with Johnny. Just the fact that they
were trying to keep something from her pissed her off enough to put them in their place. Both Wade and Marc gave her identical grumpy looks. If she weren’t so mad, she would laugh. But she would not act like the little woman who couldn't be exposed to the bad things.

  "Ah...Ms. Singer, I don't have time for coffee."

  "Okay. Was there anything you needed? Did you talk to Johnny?"

  He looked behind her again, as if he was afraid Marc and Wade would jump him. She glanced back over her shoulder. They both had somehow made themselves look more intimidating. She narrowed her eyes.

  "I think you can leave Officer Daniels and I alone for a moment. He isn't likely to abduct me while you're gone."

  Both of them frowned harder, and while they weren't brothers, they definitely showed their unhappiness the same way. They wanted to argue, but apparently, they both knew better. They were already in trouble for trying to keep information from her and there was only so much she would allow.

  Once she was left alone, she smiled at the officer again and motioned to the sofa.

  He shook his head. "I don't really have time. We did pick up your husband. He had red paint in his car—"

  "Red paint?"

  He hesitated and swallowed. "I'm sorry, ma'am. I thought they..."

  "Meaning Wade and Marc would tell me. Well, they didn't. Please tell me."

  "There was some graffiti in your house."

  Everything in her stilled, except her heart. That seemed to be beating so hard, she was amazed Officer Daniels didn't hear it.

  "Explain."

  "There was some paint on the walls."

  She knew he was hedging, so she narrowed her eyes. His gaze slid away. "Would you like me to talk to your captain?"

  He sighed. "The word ‘Whore’ was painted on the living room wall."

  For a moment, she couldn't think. She had bad things happen to her and while she had not seen it, something about this made her feel dirty. As if the word Johnny had painted really applied. She brushed that away to deal with later.

  "What else?"

  "Your couch...it was ripped to shreds."