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by Devil's Pact (lit)

  He kissed her. Hard. Urgent. Her lips already open, welcomed the plunging thrust of his tongue. Greedily, she devoured him, moaning with wild, abandoned hunger. He let her have her way as he coated his fingers, then massaged it into the tiny pucker in her rear, repeating the move over and over again.

  She gasped into his mouth. The tight muscles of her anus seemed to protest his invading finger as he scarcely nudged the puckered hole. Torture—the heat and grip of her passage refusing him entry was pure torture on his senses. Tight, too tight for what he wanted. Needed. The sensuous move of her hips against his, grinding against his cock, her supple body arched into his, begging to be taken, didn’t help his control. All clarity was lost to him, aware of nothing except the overpowering desire, the voracious want and demanding need to possess.

  “I’ve got to have you,” he growled, breaking the kiss as she whimpered in protest. Kicking the door shut behind him, chest rising with each rasping breath, he lowered her to her feet. Jerked the shift over her head in a swift motion, he dragged a breathy gasp of surprise from her.

  Tossing the garment aside, hungry for the sight of her, his gaze swept over the feminine contours of her body for a fevered, excited moment. He feasted on her porcelain skin flushed with arousal. Her rounded breasts were swollen, the rosy tips tight knots of longing. Her slender shoulders, the narrowness of her fragile ribcage to the delicate curve of her hipbones, reminded him how insubstantial in weight and form she truly was, yet vital to his very soul, every fiber in his being. The golden fuzz at the apex of her thighs was hardly enough to conceal the tender mound glistening with her desire, tempting his most feral palate, making him utterly ravenous.

  His gaze met hers, and the profound intensity of love blazing back at him made his heart clench, flooded his senses with strong, powerful emotions that weakened him and stole his breath.

  Damn. He missed her. Needed her. Loved her.

  She shrieked like a giddy school girl as he swept her up in his arms and made a shift toward their bed.

  “Devin…Caleb?” she reminded him quickly in a hushed whisper as if suspecting he forgot Caleb occupied their bed. Amazingly, he somehow manage to forget they weren’t alone. For an instant, he recalled what she’d said, Wet only for you…

  “If you’re worried about waking me, don’t bother. I’m wide awake.” Caleb groaned, his voice tired, husky.

  Devin’s gaze darted toward the bed. He felt Megan tense in his arms at the sound of Caleb’s voice as she cast a sidelong look toward him. Devin sensed he had been listening, watching them by the arousal deepening his tone and darkening his heavy lidded gaze. There was another indefinable emotion in the blue depths he didn’t quite understand.

  “At least she permits you to touch her,” Caleb said.

  Devin heard the longing and desperation in his voice and it confused him further.

  “I was beginning to think she had secret aspirations entailing a nunnery,” he continued. “She hadn’t let me make love to her since you’ve been gone.”

  Bewildered by them both, Devin studied her curiously, gauging her slightest reaction. His heart thundered in his chest. “Is that true?”

  The silence and tension dragged on for long, breathless seconds. He felt her stiffen slightly and shift uncomfortably.

  She glanced up at him, then dropped her gaze timidly, her long lashes fluttered above the delicate bow of her flushed cheeks. “I was waiting till you returned,” she admitted sweetly.

  Strangely, he detected she was trying to answer in a way not to hurt Caleb’s feelings.

  Caleb groaned begrudgingly. “It sure as hell ain’t been any better since you’ve been back. Gets pretty damn hard trying to sleep in the same room with that.” He gestured toward Megan, naked in his arms. “Breathing her scent. Seeing her naked underneath that sleeping gown.” His stared at the white garment strewn on the floor in their haste, then back to them. “Listening to every little sound when she moves in bed. Not being able to touch her. Hard as an iron bar and unable to do anything about it.”

  Devin chuckled hoarsely. He couldn’t help himself. He knew exactly how Caleb felt. Things got just as hard upstairs in the loft.

  “I fail to see the humor in the situation,” Caleb growled. His voice vibrated roughly with unsated lust.

  “Caleb, you’re hurt,” Megan chided gently, her eyes wide and innocent.

  “Does this look like a man who’s hurt?” He tossed the bed covers aside. The bottom half of his long underwear was cut low at the waist for easy access to the bandages wrapped tightly around his chest and the wound on the right side of lower abdomen. The remaining portion didn’t serve any other purpose than to modestly conceal his groin. Right away, his erection burst free of the loose, red fabric and towered stiffly toward the ceiling.

  Devin’s brows rose in amused clarity. Here he thought they were going at it like two gophers in a hole the entire time he was gone. He thought Megan wanted to marry Caleb and wanted no part of him beyond their immoral pact, tied to him out of obligation.

  The knowledge struck him hard and took his breath away. She loved him. She wanted him. A smiled tugged at his lips, and something tugged at his heart and stirred his lust to a prominent height. Without his permission, she wouldn’t let Caleb or any other man make love to her.

  Putting her down on her feet, Devin warned darkly, “Megan, you know what happens when you tell either of us no.” His eyes never left hers as he started to unfasten the buttons on his fly.

  Her eyes widened in shock and lowered to the buttons popping free. Her gaze grew hazy as he spread the cloth wide and his erection sprang free. “Devin,” she gasped, breathing hard and fast, as her frantic gaze caught sight of the rising lust driving his dark needs higher. Fear and excitement glimmered in the darkening depths of her eyes. “You can’t be serious.”

  “What do you say, Caleb?” Devin looked over the top of her head at Caleb. “Should Megan be punished?” He held his voice firm, a suggestive beat of arousal deepened the tone at the thought of punishing her, sharing her as he pushed out of his britches. “Should we make her wait for her climax the way she made you wait?”

  Caleb stroked his erection with a sure touch, up and down slowly. The flared head throbbed, drawing Megan’s gaze. Devin heard her breath catch and smiled. “Shit, I’m so hard now, I’m about ready to burst. Don’t think I can wait.”

  “You don’t know what you do to us,” Devin told her softly. “To me.” He couldn’t control his desire any more than Caleb could. His hand ran down her back, cupped her firm bottom and wedged a finger between the taut cheeks, rasping her little pucker and causing her to gasp, her butt cheeks to clench as he encouraged her forward. “Caleb is waiting.”

  Despite the arousal flushing her skin, escalating her breathing, he felt her hesitancy. He recalled the heated words they exchanged earlier that day. She needed his assurance.

  “Suck him, Megan. For me,” he said with a gentle and coaxing tone. She glanced up at him, her eyes searching his. He could see the wariness slowly soften, darken, flare into carnal longing and anticipation at the thought of another man pleasuring her. “Take him in your mouth. I want to watch.”

  As if in a erotic haze, she didn’t move. Then, it hit him. She wanted to be ordered, forced to surrender. Despite her feelings for Caleb, she wouldn’t accept him on her own. She needed to be dominated as much as he needed submission. Extreme eroticism drove her, as well.

  He felt the excess proof of her arousal seeping from her body as he jammed his fingers between her quivering thighs. He drew a ragged breath from her as pulled away just as quickly. She shuddered with sinful desires, dark and deep only he knew she craved. He demanded, “Do it, Megan. Now.”

  She winced slightly at the power in his voice. He was pleased that it finally made her more receptive, though for now, hesitant. She glanced over her shoulder at him, and he knew from her glazed expression her pussy was creaming with each step. Devin nodded and ordered abruptly, “Suck
him good.”

  The rush of excitement flushed her face at the heated, sexual command and made his cock twitch excitedly.

  “Make him spill in your pretty mouth.”

  At that order, she licked her lips seductively. Her gaze dropped to his cock as if to say she would think of him as she sucked Caleb. Turning with a wicked smile curling her lips, she climbed atop the high, four-post bed.

  He shook his head at her audacity, watching her small, rounded ass sway delectably as she crawled on all fours to Caleb. “Swallow every drop.”

  Caleb spread his legs wide, the dark look in his eyes wicked, carnal. Her fingernails raked over his tightened scrotum as she tugged the long, red underwear down his hips and completely off his legs. She had him groaning in rising pleasure.

  “That’s my girl,” Devin groaned roughly as her thin fingers curled halfway around Caleb, pale and dainty in contrast to the thick, heavily veined, pulsating flesh. Devin fought for control, his own nearly-bursting hardness throbbing, pulsating in agony. He stared at her pink tongue running along the length, dragging a groan from the other man’s mouth as his hips lifted slightly.

  “Don’t move, Caleb,” she ordered gently, her breathing coming in quick pants. Placing her palm on his hip as if to hold him down, she brushed a tender kiss on the tip of his cock, causing Caleb to groan even more. “You’re still weak.”

  Devin remained riveted on her wet tongue as she lapped the throbbing cock in her grasp. His own body tense, hot, gripped with erotic desire. Damn, she looked beautiful, so fragile as she knelt over Caleb’s muscular physique, with his long, thick shaft rigidly standing upright from his body. She shivered as she prepared to take him in her satiny mouth.

  “Stick it in your hot, little mouth. All the way down to his fuckin’ balls,” Devin growled, tormented by the teasing, lapping sounds. He imagined the heated, glazed look of intent in her eyes as she swirled the flared head with the flat of her tongue just before her mouth sank down the long length all the way to Caleb’s balls. Devin’s blood soared, his chest tightened, and his cock twitched against his abdomen, reminding him painfully of his own agonizing, burning need.

  “Oh, God. Meg,” Caleb groaned harshly. His fingers clenched in her hair, giving her the sharp bite of pain they both knew she liked. From the tortured expression on his face, Devin knew Caleb was fighting to control the male instinct to thrust into her hot wetness, fuck her pretty mouth with everything he had. Caleb growled, “Suck it hard.”

  “You know what to do. Every drop.” Devin ordered fiercely and shuddered. A hot flare of intense lust and dark hunger raced through him as her suckling and his groaning increased. Her suckling skills were the best, and he knew exactly what Caleb felt as the inside of her mouth clasped the head tightly, and the tip of her tongue swirled the sensitive underside. Moving behind her, Devin took his cock in a tight-fisted grip.

  “Let me see your pussy,” Devin growled, and without waiting, he jerked her thighs apart as he sat on the end of bed.

  She moaned and her legs trembled as he spread her labia lips wide with his fingers and stared at her swollen clit, the lips dripping with her juices.

  His eyes narrowed on the tiny, pink, untouched hole. “Oh, yeah,” he breathed heatedly, the erotic, telling vision nearly devastating what remained of his control. “Nice and pink.”

  His cock jerked in expectancy, and his mouth watered at the thought of what was to come.

  Lowering his head within inches of her soaked flesh, Devin inhaled deeply. He filled his lungs with the scent of her arousal, then blew out gradually and watched the reaction. Her body shuddered, thighs trembled, pussy throbbed against his fingers as she moaned over Caleb’s erection, causing him to grunt and his body vibrate against the bed.

  “Oh, baby. Fragrance of paradise. Now let me taste you,” Devin whispered, his own breathing coming rough, impatient as he felt. With one long sweep of his tongue, he stroked her clit and drove deep into the narrow opening, licking her sweet honey into his mouth as she whimpered in pleasure at his intimate kiss.

  * * * *

  Megan cried out and bucked against his mouth as his devilish tongue speared her rear hole. Devin held onto her hips, wrapping one arm underneath her, clasping a breast as his fingers pinched one, then the other hard peak forcibly, elongating the nipples. Adding an extra sharp bite of pain and fire to the waves of sensations washing over her. His other hand held her open, and he fucked her cunt with his tongue, dipping, licking, and drinking from her heated core like a starving man.

  She pushed back against his mouth. Whimpering eagerly over the pulsing flesh on her tongue, desperate to taste him, give him a glimpse of what she felt. Tightening her grip, she moved her hand up and down the length with long, hard strokes as her mouth increased the suction on the head, and her other hand squeezed his balls.

  Caleb’s cock throbbed in her mouth. She tried to keep their eyes locked, knowing he was nearly ready to fill her mouth with his male heat. The raging desire to satisfy, taste the moist flesh in her mouth made her suckle harder. Her stomach tightened, and her empty vagina clenched around Devin’s tongue in desperation as the exquisite pleasure, stroked the need deep in her womb, pushing her closer to the edge.

  Lips, tongues, and mouths suckling and licking mixed with moans and groans, filling the darkened room with sounds and smells of heated sex, amplified as Caleb groaned harshly, “I’m coming.” He held her head over his exploding cock, spurting a hot stream of semen down her throat as she struggled to keep the suction firm.

  The hand on her bottom moved, and a large finger pushed inside her as Devin’s suckling mouth latched hungrily onto her clit. Hot, intense flames pierced her tender flesh, exploded from the sensitive knot of nerves throughout her veins in shameful ecstasy. Caleb’s spurting cock plopped out of her mouth as she arched back, the blazing sensation ripping though her with explosive, agonizing force as she cried out in erotic bliss. His hand moved from her breast to her waist, holding her weakened, shattering body above Caleb.

  Her entire body shuddered. Her fingers tightened around his jerking erection, dragging a guttural cry of pleasure or pain from Caleb—she didn’t care, as his heated seed spilled over her hand and his stomach. Her release flowed from her body, preparing her for the invasion to come as she cried out Devin’s name. The white-hot, liquid essence she’d tasted moments earlier, that Devin ordered her to swallow, trickled from her lips.

  Moaning helplessly with her back leaning against Devin’s, she savored the last remnants of her climax tingling through her body. Devin continued to move inside her, long and easy strokes caressing the tender, convulsing muscles with his finger. Her hips slowly rocked into his hand.

  “Damn, Megan. You’re pussy is hot and dripping wet.” His voice was rough, low as he brushed her hair with his cheek. The dark, underlying tone of unsatisfied lust made her vagina spasm with yearning at the thought of him taking her. He lowered her back between Caleb’s thighs.

  “No one’s fucked either hole.” Devin sounded awed, amazed that she saved herself for him. His thumbs held her inner lips open, and his fingers spread her cheeks apart. She knew he could tell both entrances hadn’t been loosened or touched by anything larger than his finger. That she would be as tight as the day they first met.

  “No,” she whispered faintly. Staring into Caleb’s disappointed face, the pain and passion in his eyes tore at her heart. In giving herself over to Devin’s pleasure, she denied Caleb his. Laying his diminished erection in her palm, she began to make up deserting him by licking every spilled drop of sweet essence off his flesh.

  “That’s changing tonight.”

  Her eyes snapped to Caleb’s at Devin’s heated promise. She saw the need in his heavy-lidded gaze. No inhibitions. No jealousy. Only acceptance. Desire. Lust, hot and pure. She couldn’t stop the breathless sigh slipping between her lips or the temptation pulsing through her body.

  Releasing his hold, Devin began a thrusting motion with a single finger in
to her vagina, short little jabs. She cried out when he added another finger, which made a sloshing noise as he drove into her juicy vagina. She felt him spread her inner muscles apart, as if testing her readiness. “Your pussy is ready to be fucked. You wanna be fucked, Megan?”

  Her body shuddered at the carnal image of either cock taking her, satisfying the tormented need burning deep, deep inside her. She nodded, moaning as her tongue lapped at the tender skin on the tip of Caleb’s cock, which began to elongate and stiffen in her grasp. While her hips moved in rhythm to Devin’s probing fingers.

  “You didn’t use a dildo?” He withdrew from her pussy. Her muscles gripped at his slick fingers as she whimpered her disapproval, her body in agony. She moved her hips backward, trying to follow his hand, begging for him to return to the unfilled flesh between her thighs.

  “No,” she breathed, near tears. She thrust her ass against him as his hands spread her cheeks apart. Lowering her chest, she rubbed Caleb’s stiff erection, wet with her saliva over her breasts, pressing the tiny slit on the head against her nipples.

  Caleb’s lips curled into a wickedly sinful grin as he reached out and cupped her breasts. He gritted his teeth, rolled his fingers over the hard tips, twisting and pulling until she cried out at the edge of pain that fired her pleasure.

  “Tight, baby,” Devin groaned, roughly prying the anal opening with his finger, well-lubed from her juices. She shifted her buttocks against the shallow intrusion. She was so hot and so horny, dying with intense need. Her inner muscles gripped him, drew him in. “You’re so tight. Too damned tight. Like the first time I stretched your ass.”

  “Hurry, Devin,” she panted breathlessly, alarmed by the wariness in his tone, that he would even suggest, hint at denying her.

  “Your ass isn’t ready. Not for what I wanna do,” he growled. His voice was tight, strained as she felt him slowly work his way inside the narrow channel. ”But I need you. I need this.”