by Leah Brooke
“On your knees, Ally. Stop trying to rub your clit. Get that ass up and those legs spread wide.”
Startled when Ryder lifted her to her knees, she held on to Dillon, whose eyes flicked back and forth between hers and her ass.
Watching him, feeling Ryder’s hands on her, and listening for any clue as to what he planned to do, she realized she’d become so distracted, she hadn’t been paying attention to pleasing Dillon.
Cursing herself for her lapse, she sucked harder, determined to regain some sort of control.
Dillon slid his hands through her hair, his voice like shattered glass.
“Just feel, Alison. Do whatever comes naturally. Don’t try so hard. You don’t need to. You captivated us just the way you are.”
A little startled by his words, she couldn’t deny they wrapped her in a warm, fuzzy feeling and made her feel desired and ultra-feminine. Circling the head of his cock with her tongue, she thrilled when another of those deep moans rumbled in his throat. Every movement of her tongue, every bob of her head made him stiffen as he seemed to be scrambling for control.
Nothing could have excited her more.
At least that’s what she thought until Ryder flattened a hand on her back and slid a thick finger into her pussy, her slick juices easing his way. Letting her eyes flutter closed, she clamped down on his finger and pushed back against him and in her excitement sucked Dillon harder.
The sexual tension mounted when Dillon held her face between his hands and began to slowly fill her mouth with his cock and just as slowly withdraw almost all the way. He did it again and again, each slow thrust measured and deliberate, his hands tightening with the effort it must have cost him.
Each time he withdrew, she swirled her tongue around the head, or teased the tip of his cock with it, alternating her rhythm to surprise him. When the finger in her pussy began to move, she bucked restlessly, and without thinking, she sucked hard, drawing Dillon’s cock all the way to her throat.
“Jesus!” Dillon’s hands moved over her hair, his movements jerky and uncontrolled.
Determined to shake that calm control even more, Alison tried to concentrate on giving him even more pleasure, but Ryder’s strokes to her pussy distracted her and made her clumsy. Frustrated that she kept letting Dillon’s cock slip from her mouth, but excited by the low curses pouring from him, she closed her lips around the head of his cock again, and sucked, hungry for his taste and more of those erotic and deep sounds of pleasure that rumbled from him.
Ryder withdrew his fingers, teasing her pussy entrance and chuckling softly when she thrust back against him.
“Patience, darlin’. Let me get a condom so I get my cock inside you.”
She shuddered, craving the feeling of finally having her pussy filled. She wanted to be taken, to be the object of their desire, but more than that, she needed the orgasm that loomed closer with every second that passed.
Holding on to Dillon and on her knees with her legs spread wide, she waited breathlessly for Ryder to possess her. Every inch of her body sizzled with heat, each touch of their hands stoking the fire inside her until she burned everywhere.
Her nipples demanded attention, so tight and so achy she would have used her own hands on them if she could have. Her clit felt swollen and heavy, and her pussy clenched of its own volition, leaking moisture to trickle down her thighs.
Even her bottom tingled, the remembered threats of what they wanted to do to her there making her aware of that part of her, disconcerting her because she’d never experienced that kind of awareness before.
Dillon ran a hand down her face, his thumb tracing her lips that stretched over his cock.
“That’s better. You’re not thinking about anything else now except Ryder and me, are you, baby?”
The endearment settled over her skin like a warm blanket, the tenderness in it making her feel special and cherished.
Ryder’s powerful thighs brushed against the backs of her legs as he used them to push hers farther apart.
“She’s not going to be thinking about anything else for quite a while.”
Forced to release her hold on Dillon’s thighs and flatten her hands on the bed, Alison moaned around Dillon’s cock at the caress of air over her damp folds, shaking uncontrollably when she heard a drawer open and close, followed almost immediately by the rip of foil.
She moaned again when Dillon bent forward and cupped her breasts, his gentle hands tugging at her nipples. The answering surge of heat shot straight to her clit, but Ryder’s thighs held hers apart, not allowing her to press them together to get some relief.
When the head of Ryder’s cock pressed against her drenched pussy, she stilled, only then realizing that she’d been rocking back and forth on her knees. Pushing back against him in the need to be filled, she whimpered in her throat when he denied her.
Ryder slid a hand around her to tap her clit, laughing when she bucked and took the head of his cock inside her.
“That’s it, Ally. Damn, you’re tight. I want to feel that pussy clench on me and milk me real good.”
Frantic now, Alison rocked her hips, trying to get more friction on her clit, crying out around Dillon’s cock when Ryder slid deep, filling her with thick heat.
Filled at both ends, she tried to concentrate on making both of them come, but each caress of their hands or stroke of their cocks made her forget everything except the pleasure. Relying on instinct, she struggled to keep up with them.
She sucked harder at Dillon, starving for his taste. Each groan or tightening of his hands thrilled her, the knowledge that she could shake his control giving her more confidence.
Dillon’s hands left her breasts to cup her face again, holding her still for his smooth strokes into her mouth.
“Taken from both ends, Alison.” His calm tone had her redoubling her efforts. “That soft mouth feels so good. I like how that tongue feels sliding over my cock. Easy, Ryder.”
“Easy, my ass. She wants it rough, don’t you, Ally?”
In answer, Alison pushed back against him, moaning in her throat when he groaned and rubbed his hands over her back.
Ryder plunged deep, his hands flat on her back, holding her in place for his thrusts.
She reveled in each bump and ridge of his cock sliding over her inner flesh, fisting her hands in the covers to steady herself. Trembling everywhere, she couldn’t stop moaning around Dillon’s cock, her breath catching each time Ryder’s sac created friction against her clit. Focusing on pleasing Dillon got harder and harder, her attempts to lick and suck him getting clumsier as the need to come blocked out everything else.
She couldn’t stop gripping Ryder’s cock, his words of encouragement rendering her senseless.
“That’s it, Ally. Fuck. Your pussy’s so damned tight. Slick. Soft. Christ, I could fuck you forever.”
Dillon’s hands slid into her hair again, guiding her movements. “Her mouth’s incredible. Not thinking about chocolate now, are you, baby? Her tongue’s like fucking velvet.”
His hiss was like music to her ears.
“Damn. She forgets to suck while I’m fucking her mouth, and then she remembers again. It gets me every fucking time.”
She sucked on him eagerly, addicted to his taste and the deep groans that poured from him. Struggling to concentrate on what he said, she sucked in a breath when one of Ryder’s hands slid around to cover her abdomen and moved lower.
Her clit burned, but Ryder merely held her folds spread, not giving her the touch she needed.
Dillon groaned again. “That’s it, baby. Damn, that mouth feels good. Not too far. Yeah, honey, just like that.”
Ryder chuckled from behind her, his low laugh ending abruptly when she clenched on him. “Damn, darlin’, you feel so fucking good. I know you want me to touch your clit, darlin’. You’re just going to have to wait for it.”
Dillon’s thrusts into her mouth came faster, but his hold on her kept his cock from going too far. “Give it to her t
hen. She needs to come.”
“No way. Not yet. Look at her buck. If she bucks like this now, can you imagine what she’s gonna be like when we take her ass?”
Alison whimpered at the wave of shivers that raced through her and somehow zeroed in on every one of her erogenous zones. Since she’d never been with two men at the same time and Danny hadn’t spoken during sex, she’d never had the decadent experience of having two men not only speak to her during sex, but talk about her to each other.
Shifting her weight to one side, she held herself up with one hand and reached down with the other, trying to keep her balance as she placed her fingers over her clit.
Ryder slapped her ass, a sharp slap that stunned her. Even now he avoided her injured side, slapping her again on the other before forcefully jerking her hand from her clit.
“No, you don’t.”
He thrust faster, each word bit out between clenched teeth on each deep stroke.
“No. No. No. I. Make. You. Come.”
Frustrated that he wouldn’t give her clit the attention she needed, she pushed back against him and lost her balance.
Dillon caught her, dropping his knees on the bed and using his thighs to support her, rubbing his hands over her shoulders. “Easy, honey. I’ve got you. Hell, I’m gonna come. If you don’t want to swallow, baby, let go—oh, hell.”
The jolt of fire that hit her when Ryder pinched her clit had her whimpering in her throat and sucking Dillon harder.
Dillon cursed, holding her steady with his hands in her hair and pulsed his release into her mouth. The muscles in his thigh became rock hard and trembled beneath her hands as he groaned and slowed his strokes.
Awestruck that she could draw such a response from him, she eagerly swallowed every drop, crying out from the strokes to her clit, each one like a live wire touching her and sending sharp sizzles racing through her.
She couldn’t stay still, rocking her hips no matter how hard she tried not to, afraid that she would dislodge Ryder’s finger from where he held it over her clit.
Withdrawing from her mouth, Dillon knelt on the floor in front of her and held her against his shoulder, pushing her hair back from her face and smiling down at her. Cupping a breast, he used his thumb to caress her nipple just as the pleasure at her slit seemed to explode.
Arching her back, she lifted her bottom higher into Ryder’s deep thrusts, crying out as he plunged deep and came, his cock jumping inside her. Her pussy milked him as the waves of bliss continued to race through her, the slowing drag of his fingers back and forth over her slippery clit keeping her on the razor-sharp edge of release for so long she screamed, a pinch of her clit sending her the rest of the way over.
Holding on to Dillon and pressing her face against his soft T-shirt, she breathed in his clean scent, wishing this moment could last forever.
“Fucking incredible. Christ, she’s milking my cock so hard it’s killing me.” Ryder slid his hands to her bottom and with long, firm strokes, caressed her from the cheeks of her ass to her shoulders and back again.
The muscles beneath her cheek shifted. “Her back!” Dillon gently lowered her shoulders to the bed, easing the arch in her back, his hands joining Ryder’s to slide over her damp body. Bending, he ran a hand over her hair.
“Are you okay, Alison?”
Closing her eyes, she moaned as Ryder withdrew from her and dropped on the bed beside her. Facing Dillon, she opened one eye.
“I’m not fragile, and if you start treating me that way, I’m going back to the hotel.”
Ryder reached around her and slid a hand over her scar.
“Hotel’s completely booked. No rooms available.”
“Bullshit.”
Chuckling, Ryder rolled her to her back and covered the top half of her body with his own.
“That’s exactly what they’ll tell you if you try to check in.” His eyes followed the movement of his hand down her body.
“I told you, we all stick together in Desire.”
Shivering, she flicked a glance toward Dillon, watching him pull up his jeans again and fasten them. Caught up in the intimacy of watching him dress seemed a little stupid under the circumstances, and she hadn’t realized until just now how much she missed all the little things that made up a relationship.
Reminding herself that this couldn’t last past next week, she turned back to see Ryder eyeing her thoughtfully, his gaze laced with concern.
“Did I hurt you?”
Smiling, she stretched. “Of course not. I’m mushy, though.”
Ryder’s brows went up, a faint smile teasing the corners of his sexy mouth. “Mushy?”
Dillon finished dressing and bent, dropping a quick kiss on her lips.
“I like you mushy. Get showered and dressed. We eat breakfast at the diner.”
Too worn out to move, Alison reached for the covers. “You go ahead. I’ll meet you at the garage in a little while.”
“No.” Slipping his hands under her shoulders, Dillon lifted her from the bed. He set her on her feet just long enough to change his grip and lifted her high against his chest before striding into the bathroom.
Ryder laughed and followed.
“Most people in town gather at the diner for breakfast. I think Dillon wants to show you off.”
Dillon set her on her feet and turned on the light. “I can speak for myself Ryder.” Running a hand over her hair, he searched her features. “Don’t tell me you’re one of those people who don’t eat breakfast.”
Shrugging, she turned away to start the shower, eager now to get away from their prying eyes. She knew she still needed to lose several pounds, and now that the sex was over, she felt very self-conscious about being naked in front of them. “I usually have just a glass of juice.”
Ryder’s grin fell. “Not anymore. You’ve got to keep your energy up because I plan to fuck you every chance I get. You try to diet, and I’m spanking your ass.”
Dillon cursed under his breath and caught her as she started to step into the shower. With a smile, he tapped her nose. “You’re not fat, and you need to eat breakfast.”
He ran his hand down her back to her bottom and squeezed. “I happen to love curves. Wear something comfortable and your boots.”
Standing next to him completely naked made her feel even smaller than she had before and more feminine, exposed, but in a good way. Even when Dillon turned her and ran a hand over her scar, she didn’t flinch.
It hit her hard that she trusted them more than she’d trusted anyone in a long time, even though she’d sworn to keep her emotional distance.
Ryder, comfortable enough to rid himself of the condom in her presence, even grinned at her when he caught her staring at his gorgeous body.
“Like what you see, babe?”
His dancing eyes invited her to play.
Turning to hide her scarred hip, she cocked the other at him. “I seem to have developed a recent fondness to tattoos.”
He took a step closer and wrapped an arm around her back, sliding the other down the front of her body to cover her mound.
“Once we get you waxed, we should get you your own tattoo. Right here.”
“Over my dead body!” Dillon’s steely tone made her jump.
Ryder nuzzled her jaw. “Don’t worry about him. He’s no fun. He’ll love it, I promise.”
Straightening, he slid a hand over her ass, his grin pure sin. “And you’re not kidding anyone. It wasn’t my tattoos you were looking at.”
Chapter Eleven
Hours later, Alison grimaced at the rumbling of her stomach, which seemed to grow louder by the minute. She looked up at the now shiny clock, surprised to realize how long it had been since breakfast. She’d been so immersed in cleaning up the office she hadn’t realized so much time had gone by.
No wonder she was hungry. Dillon and Ryder would be starving by now.
She smiled in amusement when she thought about their breakfast that morning.
Dillon
and Ryder had hearty appetites, and apparently thought she should eat as much as they did. The diner had been full, and it seemed to her every person in there stopped by their table for an introduction.
Between visits, Alison leaned closer to Ryder.
“Do you know everyone in here?”
To her surprise, Ryder took her rhetorical question seriously and lifted his head, scanning the interior of the diner. “Yep.” He took another sip of his coffee and grinned, giving her a slow wink.
“And now they know you.”
Dillon looked down at the food on her plate and frowned. “If you have any trouble, you can go to any one of them. Eat your damned breakfast.”
It took quite a while to convince them she’d had enough, a wonderful contrast to being criticized for every bite of food she put in her mouth.
By the time they’d left the diner, she was so full she could barely walk.
But that had been hours ago, and she wouldn’t admit she was hungry until either Dillon or Ryder came in. If she did, they would pester her to eat even more the next time.
Used to ignoring her hunger, she sat down with the stack of papers she’d retrieved from every available surface in the office and started to put them in some kind of order. Neither Dillon nor Ryder appeared to like paperwork of any kind, and they had no filing system at all.
Bills, invoices, and paperwork dealing with parts had all been thrown in whatever drawer happened to be handy. After that, they’d started using the surface of the desk, the chair, the floor. Hell, even the window sill had papers on it.
She’d gathered them all while she’d cleaned, and now they sat in a big box on one corner of the desk.
Wondering if she could talk them into computerizing their system, she sighed, her smile falling.
Judging by the amount of greasy fingerprints she’d found everywhere, a computer wouldn’t last long in this environment. If they didn’t like sticking a piece of paper in a filing cabinet, she doubted they’d take the time to enter the information into the computer.
Maybe if she explained to them how easy it would make their lives, she could talk them into it, but then they would have to hire someone to handle the computer. She could have done it, but she would be gone by then and they would have to hire someone else.