by Leah Brooke
Leaning forward from where he knelt between her legs, he brushed his lips over hers, bringing with him the scent of warm, clean male.
“What a nice present to unwrap.”
Tasting mint and coffee on Ryder’s breath, she leaned into his kiss, his warm, soft lips teasing hers between playful nips to her bottom lip.
The bed dipped on her left side, the touch of denim against her naked thigh a sharp reminder that she had more than one man to satisfy.
Since Ryder’s hands settled on her thighs, the other hands that slid over her had to be Dillon’s.
The large hand on her belly kept her in place while the one at her back massaged gently. “How’s your back this morning? Do you want another back rub?” Dillon’s soft rumble tickled her senses, his warm, caressing hands adding to the delightful feel.
Suddenly she remembered how she’d ended up naked.
He’d given her a massage last night with some of the peach-scented massage oil Jesse had sent, and she’d fallen asleep under his hands.
Fisting her hand in the sheet, she surreptitiously pulled it up to cover her hip as she kissed Ryder back, before turning to smile at Dillon, arching into his caress.
“No, thank you. My back feels great. I told you it didn’t hurt last night, but this morning it feels wonderful. Why did you take off my nightgown? I didn’t have to be naked to get a massage.”
Dillon, already dressed in jeans and a white T-shirt that stretched over his magnificent chest, slid the hand at her back into her hair and tilted her head back. Covering her breast with the other hand, he loomed over her, his lips just a breath from hers.
“You’re naked because I want you that way, and I’m going to get you naked every chance I get. Trying to hide your scar with the sheet won’t work. We’ve already seen it, touched it, kissed it. We won’t let you hide from us, Alison.”
Pressing his lips against hers, he forced her mouth open, tugging her nipple when she tried to resist and drawing a gasp from her.
Dillon took advantage of her parted lips, plundering deep, his kiss tasting of possession and need, the hand at her breast tender, but just as possessive.
Alison melted, slumping against him and lifting her arms to tangle her fingers into his still damp hair. Raising her arms exposed her breasts even more, making them more sensitive to Dillon’s callused palm sliding back and forth over her nipple.
When the hands on her thighs began to work their way upward, she stiffened, whimpering in her throat when Dillon lowered her to the bed and leaned over her. He slid his hands up her arms, igniting every nerve ending along the way, until he reached her hands. Threading his fingers through hers, he interlaced their fingers and pressed the back of her hands into the mattress, his warm body also pressing hers into the soft bedding.
His mouth moved over hers with hunger and increasing passion, driving her own growing need even higher. Dillon held her easily, swallowing her moan when Ryder hooked her thighs over his shoulders and parted her folds.
Except for kicking her feet, Alison couldn’t move. Her thighs, held spread wide by Ryder’s shoulders, trembled when she felt his warm breath on her clit. Struggling to get her hands free, she dug her heels into Ryder’s back, involuntarily lifting herself to his mouth and crying out against Dillon’s mouth at the first swipe of Ryder’s tongue on her clit.
Ryder’s hot mouth worked magic at her center, licking and sucking his way around her clit and pussy until she shook everywhere. His long, damp hair felt cool on her inner thighs, a sharp contrast to the heat of his tongue stabbing repeatedly into her pussy.
Dillon swallowed her cries, kissing her with a hunger that left her breathless, his big body hot against hers as he transferred both of her wrists into one of his strong hands above her head, lifting his head to stare down at her as he rolled slightly to the side and slid his other hand to her breast.
“She responds so beautifully and almost immediately, even though she appears to be trying to fight it. I told you that she would if we got her before she could get her defenses up again.”
Ryder swiped his tongue over her clit, making her cry out and jolt, at the same time sliding a finger into her.
With a soft chuckle, Ryder stroked her pussy, pressing insistently at the spot inside her Dillon had focused on the night before. He chuckled again when she pumped her hips and cried out, and bent to swipe his tongue across her clit again. “She’s trying so hard not to lift up to me, but she can’t help it. Christ, I could spend all day in bed just exploring every inch of her.”
His hot mouth closed over her clit again, sucking gently and making the tender nub burn.
Kicking against Ryder’s back, she cried out, cries that Dillon swallowed with his kisses. She instinctively fought against his hold, thrilled at the strength of it.
Dillon lifted his head, staring down at her, his eyes searching hers before he smiled, a smile that lit his eyes and turned them a sparkling blue.
“No, baby, you’re not scared at all, are you. You like having pleasure forced on you, and you’re not afraid of us.” He brushed his lips over hers, his eyes flaring when she cried out again, Ryder’s attention to her pussy and clit making it impossible to remain quiet.
Each cry became louder and more desperate than the last, something Dillon appeared to enjoy.
“I knew there was fire inside you. We won’t let you hide it, Alison. We want it all.”
Alison whimpered, arching against Dillon.
“I need to come. Oh, God. I’m so close.”
Unable to help herself, she pumped her hips, fucking herself harder on Ryder’s finger, nearly mindless with pleasure now. As Dillon’s fingers closed harder on her nipple, he watched her intently as though gauging her reaction, his eyes narrowing when she bowed against him and cried out hoarsely.
“You like that, don’t you? I thought you might. I’m certainly going to have a good time exploring all of you, Alison.”
The pressure building inside her became unbearable, the sizzles racing through her growing hotter with every stroke, every touch, every erotic promise.
“I want to touch you. I want to touch you. Oh, God! I…aaahhhh!”
Stiffening, she came hard, her pussy tightening on Ryder’s finger and soaking it with her juices. Each stroke of his tongue over her clit made her jolt, the sensation too strong to bear. Sliding his hands under her thighs and up to rest on her stomach, he held her down, his shoulders under her thighs keeping her hips tilted upward to a position that left her wide open to him and completely defenseless.
She whimpered. She cried. She fought against their holds, the entire time coming like she never had before. She couldn’t believe herself capable of such delicious and mind-blowing pleasure, the kind that made every inch of her body sing with delight.
Easing his touch, Ryder lapped at her clit, the light, slow strokes drawing the delicious sensation out, making her wish it could last forever.
Caught up in it, she heard Dillon’s voice as though from a distance, but couldn’t make sense of what he said.
His tone, however, gritty and harsh with need, sent a wave of erotic tension through her, sharpening her pleasure until it crested, making even her fingers and toes tingle. Overwhelmed, she couldn’t take any more.
“Please. It’s too much.” Closing her thighs on Ryder’s head, she thrilled at the soft, cool silkiness of his hair over her inner thighs, the decadent sensation a sharp reminder that she couldn’t close her legs against his erotic assault until he allowed it.
Her helplessness added another layer to her excitement, an added enticement she never dreamed she would welcome.
He didn’t stop, at least not until he’d drained every last ounce of pleasure from her and her cries had become whimpers and then nothing but soft, weary moans.
By the time he lifted his head, every nerve ending in her body tingled in delight and her limbs felt like wet noodles.
To her surprise, Ryder slid out from under her thighs and rolled
her to her side, dropping a tender kiss on her scarred hip before rising.
Little pinpricks of pleasure raced over her hip as he knelt at the foot of the bed and leaned over her.
“Good morning.”
A giggle escaped before she could prevent it, and shaking her head, she sat up with Dillon’s strong arms supporting her. Still trembling, she slumped against Dillon, nearly melting under his caresses. Looking up through her lashes into his indulgent smile, she moaned.
“What a way to start the day! You know that you’re supposed to be teaching me how to please you, well, how to please men in general—not making me come every chance you get.”
With a low growl, Dillon lifted her onto his lap, draping her back over his arm. Nuzzling her lips with his, he ran his hand down her body and slipped his fingers through her slick folds.
“We’re the teachers here, not you.”
A little surprised at the teasing glint in his eyes, and excited by the bulge that pressed against her hip, she slid a glance at Ryder as he moved around to the other side of the bed. Her breath caught when she saw the tenting of his towel over his cock, and she automatically reached for his outstretched hand when he dropped onto the bed beside her.
He licked his lips as though savoring the taste of her, running his hand over her breast.
“You’re in Desire now, babe. Just relax and enjoy it.”
Dillon teased her already sensitive clit, tapping his fingers over it. Grabbing a fistful of her hair, he tilted her head back. With his face just inches from hers, he pinched her clit, his eyes flaring at her cry. His indulgent smile touched an inner softness she hadn’t been aware of and accentuated his strong masculinity.
“That means that it’s our responsibility to learn how to please you. Before long we’ll know every sensitive spot on your body and just how and where you like to be touched. The men in Desire learn to please their women well and train them to crave their touch.”
Caught up in his eyes and the feel of his fingers teasing her clit, it took a few moments before Alison could make sense of what he’d said. Bristling with outrage, Alison tried to close her legs against him, but only managed to trap his hand there. Struggling to hide her response to his fingers teasing her clit and Ryder’s fingers rolling her nipple, she fisted a hand on Dillon’s back and gripped Ryder’s forearm.
“Damn it. You can’t train women.”
“Sure you can.” Dillon slid a finger into her pussy and pressed at that spot they both seemed to find with remarkable ease.
“You’re getting mad at me right now, but you still want the pleasure. If I arouse you and make you come no matter how I touch you, how hard, how soft, how intimately, your body will crave it and be programmed to expect it. Now, don’t look so mad. Think of all the pleasure you’ll get out of it.”
Amazed to find her arousal building again, she opened her mouth to snap at him and then thought better of it. He’d only reinforced what she’d known all along. But that’s how Danny controlled her for the longest time, and she’d already promised herself she would never allow another man that kind of control over her.
She’d come to this town to learn how to turn the tables, and that’s exactly what she’d do.
Running her hand over his chest, she smiled up at him, swallowing a laugh when he narrowed his eyes and regarded her warily.
“Every time you touch me, it feels so good, but I want to please you, too.” Pouting, she stared up at him through her lashes. “You promised.”
She lowered her eyes to hide her amusement at the heat mixed with wariness that flared in his, then snapped her head up again in shock at their reactions.
The bulge beneath Dillon’s zipper jumped against her hip. Ryder cursed and threw off the towel, fisting his hand around his long, thick cock and began to slide it up and down its length from base to tip and back again.
Dillon lowered her head back onto the pillow and stood, his hands going to the fastening of his jeans. “You want to learn how to please us? Come here. Damn it, that fucking pout drives me nuts.”
Pleased with herself, Alison hurried to her knees, unable to take her eyes away from the sight of Dillon’s cock as he slid his pants to his knees and freed it, wrapping his hand around it to stroke it. Ryder’s cock looked longer, but Dillon’s appeared to be thicker, and she couldn’t wait to experience each of them.
Mesmerized by the pearly fluid at the tip of Dillon’s cock, she reached for him, stopping abruptly when he caught her hand. Looking up at him expectantly, her eyes widened when he closed his eyes and drew a deep breath before opening them again.
“Take it into your mouth.”
His sign of weakness at something as insignificant as a pout had her struggling to remember everything she’d learned at the women’s club. Leaning toward him, she had to open her mouth wide to take the large head of his cock inside, swirling her tongue around it as she did and licking off the creamy white bead at the tip.
Knowing that both he and Ryder watched her, she closed her eyes and gripped his hips to steady herself, taking his cock into her mouth as far as she could.
“Slowly, Alison. Make me crazy.”
His rough, grating tone told her she didn’t have far to go.
Caught up in pleasing him, she started to suck him, careful not to touch his cock with her teeth.
The deep groan that rumbled from somewhere deep in his chest seemed to vibrate over her skin, increasing her awareness of her nudity and sending little prickles through her. His groan and the way his hands tightened in her hair stimulated every erogenous zone, his lapse in control spurring her on.
“That’s it, Alison. Use your tongue. I want to feel your tongue all over my cock.”
The tone of his voice had deepened, sending another surge of lust through her. Her pussy clenched, hungry to be filled, making her shift restlessly and clamp her thighs together.
She didn’t know where Ryder had gone, didn’t know if he still watched them, but she found herself listening for any sound that would tell her his whereabouts.
With the intention of making Dillon as mindless as they both made her, she began to slowly bob her head over his cock, using her tongue to learn every bump and ridge, playing close attention to what pleased him. She soon became immersed in the thrill of earning one of Dillon’s groans, a thrill going through her when his hips jerked or his cock jumped in her mouth. Delighting in his taste she brushed her tongue along the underside, smiling around his cock when he groaned and his cock jumped again.
With the hand wrapped in her hair, Dillon pulled her head back.
“Look at me. Lick my cock while you’re looking at me.”
The steel in his hoarse tone sent another wave of need through her, and she shifted her position, kneeling with her slit over her ankle to provide friction against her clit. She hid a smile when his hips trembled beneath her hands, more proof that what she did pleased him.
Excited that she could have this kind of power over him, she couldn’t hold back a smile. The inner glow that filled her gave her a confidence she hadn’t had in a long time, the confidence of a woman who knew she had her man’s undivided attention and made him lose a bit of that hard edge of control.
She’d almost forgotten what it felt like, this soft, womanly power that flowed through her, a reaffirmation that she did still possess feminine wiles.
Her growing confidence ignited a playfulness inside her, one that aroused her even more and made her want to drive Dillon out of his mind with need for her.
Sticking out her tongue, she licked the head of his cock and stilled. Sucking in a breath, she dug her nails into his hips, taken aback at the intimacy of looking into his indulgent, but watchful gaze while taking him into her mouth.
Closing her eyes, she ran her tongue all around the head of his cock. Concentrating on Dillon’s reaction, she worked her tongue from base to tip, paying particular attention to the sensitive underside right below the head. She tried to remember what she’d le
arned at the club as she took him into her mouth again, taking him deeper the way she had the chocolate cock she’d practiced on.
“Oh, no, you don’t.”
Dillon’s tug on her hair pulled her away from his cock and had her eyes popping open, meeting his hooded ones.
Cupping her face, Dillon ran his thumb back and forth over her moist bottom lip, his tight expression and the grittiness in his voice telling her just how much her play affected him. “Don’t you dare try to close me out.”
“I’m not.” Wondering what she’d done wrong, Alison involuntarily touched her tongue to his thumb, snapping her mouth closed when she realized what she’d done.
With a smile, Dillon pressed against her bottom lip. “You’re concentrating too hard. Nothing you can do is wrong. Just don’t use your teeth. If you do, I’ll turn you over my knee.”
Ryder grinned, reaching down to cup her breast. “You’ve never learned to have fun with sex, have you, darlin’? Well, you’re in luck. We’re just the men to teach you.”
Flashing a grin that sent a jolt of lust through her, he slid a hand down to pat her ass before straightening.
“And we’re all going to have a hell of a lot of fun.”
The soft caress of his work-roughened hand over her bottom made her breath catch, the promise in his touch filling her with anticipation.
She watched as he circled the foot of the bed again, his eyes holding the same promise, but she found herself brought up short when Dillon tightened his hand in her hair.
Keeping her facing him and preventing her from seeing Ryder, Dillon held her gaze with his own and caressed her jaw.
“I want to feel that hot mouth on my cock, Alison, and while you’re pleasuring me, I don’t want you thinking about any damned lessons you learned at a seminar.”
Alison moaned at the possessive firmness of the hand that moved over her back, a moan cut short by a gasp when Dillon’s cock touched her cheek. Turning toward it, she took him into her mouth again, this time staring straight into his eyes.