by Zoey Marcel
She leaned forward and took hold of his erection, hovering over him while his tongue strummed delicately through her moist folds. After a few whimpering cries of approval she bent forward more and started to lick his glans. He hissed at the sizzling sensation that sparked to life. Every nerve ending in the head of his penis fired. Her steamy tongue swirled around and around his cockhead, coating him in her saliva and basking him in the heated glory of her beautiful mouth.
He tried to focus on pleasing her, but the pleasure she gave him was most distracting. Somehow he managed to keep lapping at her hot, wet slit while she teased the hump under his crown with her wicked tongue.
His eyes closed and he gave himself over to the long, drawn out moan when she took the tip of his cock into her mouth. She suckled him lightly as if savoring the taste of him and his occasional sounds of enjoyment.
He laved her pussy folds faster. Her mouth felt too good and he didn’t know if this time he could outlast her. He twirled his tongue around her pleading clit, grinning to himself at her breathy wail. She would most definitely come first.
He didn’t know if this had become a contest or if his tempo had merely spurred her on to suck him harder and faster.
Fuck, she had more of his dick in her mouth. The veins in his private flesh pulsed with hot blood and needs that demanded to be met. They would be, but not in her mouth this time. He wanted to stuff his bloated dick into her tight cunt and lose himself there, driving hard and swiftly into her until they both cried out in passion, until he shot his load deep inside her.
No condom to separate them. He’d already shown her his paperwork last night. Now all that was needed was true oneness, for their unprotected, aroused flesh to touch.
He growled as a fresh wave of hot lust engulfed him in near insanity. She would come first, damn her. He lashed violently at her swollen clitoris until it had no choice but to obey him. The plump, tight protrusion of flesh gave into his demands.
Mellie cried out at the onslaught of orgasm, her outcry choked out on his erection that was crammed partially in her mouth. The resonant sound reverberated on his stiff flesh and nearly snapped his control in two.
He whipped her throbbing clit repeatedly with his tongue until he drained the last wave of release from her. If he wasn’t so close to losing it he’d give her climax after climax, but he was too close this time.
Something about this encounter was different from the sack sessions he’d experienced with other women and even the sex he’d had with Melanie before this. It had always been spectacular, but this was different. Oddly, there was no kink or another party to heighten their union and render the encounter all the more provocative. It was fairly basic sex and it was phenomenal.
He would give her another orgasm and fight like a dog to keep his at bay. Emmett dug his tongue into her cunt, growling when she sobbed her pleasure on his cock, sending searing vibrations all through his hard shaft.
When he traced a line orally through her cleft she squealed in delight and smashed her pussy against his face. He flirted with her clit, drawing out her pleasure.
Then she sucked him with twice the vigor. Bolts of red-hot rapture shot through him until he felt like his body was on fire. The glowing coals seemed to burn him from the inside out.
He pressed his tongue to her clit with a firm pressure and ground the wet muscle against her taut, juicy flesh. A euphoric scream strangled in her throat, its echoes dying on his rigid shaft. Only his dick knew those screams, felt the feverish chills of ecstasy they brought. She convulsed against him and came on his mouth.
He took his pounding cock out of her mouth so she knew it was okay to take a break and breathe again. She plopped onto his body with her head near his goods and her legs spread wide open with her smooth mons lying on his chest.
“You’re amazing,” she breathed.
“You’re rather good yourself.”
He kissed her thigh when he sat up, grinning when she flailed and mewed. Moving her off him, he took her in his arms again and kissed her mouth. He tasted the salty heat of his pre-cum on her mouth. She whined a little as he spread her musky flavor all over her mouth, but he kept his hands on her and made her take it, coaxed her to savor her own sweetness.
He rolled back and held her to his body while they indulged in a long, cum-infused kiss.
“Put me inside you.” He nipped her earlobe and then slurped on the sensitive flesh.
Her broken gasp made his cock tighten. His balls drew up into his pelvis when the softness of her delicate hand touched his taut dick and strummed the tip through her dripping pussy. She widened her spread thighs and applied pressure. His cock would not be shut out and quickly forged its way into her tight passage.
“Emmett,” she mewled.
Her face contorted with pleasure-pain and his dick began to ache even worse because of it. She slowly impaled herself on his erection in accordance with his will. Both groaned in unison when her pussy lips touched his scrotum and his pubic hair nestled like a pillow against her divine ass.
Raindrops pelted him in his fucking face, but really, who gave a shit? He’d fucked countless times in his life, but this was the first time he’d ever truly made love. It hadn’t been like this with Tasha. He didn’t know if her lack of character had anything to do with it or if he hadn’t really known what love was back then like he’d thought…and then Melanie came.
She moved up and down on his hot, turgid shaft, massaging his silky flesh with the tight, heated grip of her inner walls. Her wetness sluiced over his hard-on, making the ache so much worse every time she moved.
He pulled her forward so her big, magnificent breasts flopped in his face. His lips paid homage to those mounds of cashmere flesh until his mouth had no choice but to suckle her. Mellie let out a contented little sigh as she rocked against him. Her contentment quickly gave way to sexual sounds when he tucked her against his body and then rolled with her so he was on top.
She really was perfect for him. She was the perfect woman for his brothers and Diego as well, but right now this was their time. They were alone together and she was completely his.
Emmett positioned himself so he hovered over her and could shield the rain from her eyes. It was coming down heavier now and the distant thunder had returned and sounded louder than before. He pistoned into her in deep, controlled thrusts as he gazed down into the eyes of the woman he loved.
Her hand brushing over his cheek and then spanning over his jawline made the moment so tender and intimate he felt deeply connected to her inside. This was as much about the soulful unity in their eyes as it was about the oneness of hard male flesh driving into soft feminine flesh.
His hair was soaked as was hers. A constant stream of water showered down on him, causing chill bumps on his back and an annoying tickling sensation when cold trickles of water rolled down into his ass crack.
He kept the water out of Mellie’s eyes for the most past.
“I love you,” she whispered with conviction and a dying shyness he almost didn’t witness.
“I love you, too, Mellie.”
He halted on a mind-altering thrust and rubbed her fat clit into a happy, convulsive state. She clung to him tight, gasping and crying out softly as her cunt rippled around him. The hug her vagina gave him was snug, suffocating. Violent seizures overtook his swollen penis, working the private muscles hard and forcing his cum out of his body and deep into hers. His fractured bellow evaporated into the rain and then his mouth formed a silent cry.
So good. So powerful and needed.
A sense of calm and completion came over him even as the pleasure waves continued to ripple through his shivering body. He slumped over on his love and they held each other in beautiful silence as the rain pelted them with its chilly, cleansing touch.
The loud crack of lightning tore across the sky. The luminous spectacle was almost as impressive as the electricity still pulsing through his sated body. The sonic boom of thunder joined its electric spouse, st
rongly hinting that the lovers had overstayed their welcome. It was time to let the storm create its own natural riot.
Emmett’s knees shook as he redressed, barely paying attention to what he was doing. Melanie was absolutely stunning with her drenched hair and rain-kissed body. Her doe eyes still managed to exude innocence even though he’d stolen every lost drop of it from her. Her lips were rouged and swollen from the ardent lovemaking of their mouths.
Her wobbly knees nearly sent her toppling over, but he caught hold of her and held her to him.
She’d made him whole. He would never let her go now.
But he wanted that for Greyson as well. His brother was half a man with his issues and his apparent refusal to admit his torn feelings for Diego. Greyson lost Tasha, but he deserved so much better, someone who would treat him right and complete him the way Emmett and his brothers were now whole. Greyson needed someone like Melanie.
Emmett was determined that his brother would have her. They all would, in their beds and as their wife.
Chapter Eleven
Emmett spotted Dominic Hartwell in the parking lot of the police station. Evidently he’d just gotten off work.
Awkwardness wasn’t the issue at hand. Regret was, and a feeling that was foreign to Emmett and almost made him turn back around and walk away. It felt like unworthiness.
He made himself keep going. “Dominic.”
The officer turned to look at him, becoming guarded and distant when he saw who it was. “What’s up?”
Emmett approached him, feeling the smothering weight of loss he’d chosen to ignore through the years, the shame he’d denied. “Do you have a minute?”
Dominic crossed his arms. “Yeah, but make it quick. I was on my way home.”
Emmett halted in his steps when he stood a few feet from his former best friend. “I told Danielle up front that it was only supposed to be for one night.”
The shields between Dominic and him got three feet thicker. “You said that already. Is that it?”
Emmett grimaced. Apologizing was no easy task. He didn’t even feel like he had a right to look the other man in the eye and ask forgiveness for his betrayal, and Dominic was under no obligation to forgive him for it.
“Of all the mistakes I’ve made in my life it’s the one I regret the most.” His eyes dropped. “It makes me sick to my stomach every time I think of it. I had too much pride back then to admit to any wrongdoing when I could see there wasn’t a chance in hell you would forgive me.” He shook his head, hurting inside. “I was wrong. I lost my best friend because of it, my only friend. I’m not asking for forgiveness. I just wanted you to know that it’s the one thing I would take back if I could.”
He met Dominic’s gaze as the other man averted his. Emmett turned slowly to leave. Nothing had changed, but maybe Dominic felt better knowing how much he regretted it.
“Emmett.”
He pivoted slowly to face the other man.
“That’s all I wanted,” Dominic told him, his expression more affable than before.
Emmett gave him a nod and turned to walk away.
“We should grab lunch sometime.”
He turned to face Dominic. “I’d like that. I’ll buy.”
“You’re damned right you will.” A slow smile crept up Dominic’s face, drawing a weak smile of relief from Emmett. “Whoever that woman is that you guys are seeing, keep her. She’s actually given you a heart.”
Emmett knew it was true. “She has. I don’t deserve her.”
“Probably not, but good women give us a reason to better ourselves. If it helps, Danielle got over you.” Dominic’s countenance was lighter now like it used to be. “You messed her up pretty bad at first, but she got over it and moved on. You know how it is when you’re eighteen and you get infatuated and think it’s love.”
Emmett nodded. “Would you forgive me if I apologized to her?”
“Eh, don’t bother. You had me at ‘I was wrong.’ Last I heard she’s doing real good. She finished school and is in a relationship.”
“That’s good. I’m glad she’s all right.”
“It was good talking with you, but I’ve got to get going. See you around.” The cop waved at him before getting into his car.
Emmett waved and then kept walking. A steady smile emerged. Dominic forgave him. As hard as humility had been to embrace, it was surprisingly freeing. It was all because of Melanie. He never would have found the courage to humble himself without her. She was the best thing that ever happened to him.
* * * *
“Close your eyes,” Emmett murmured into her ear from behind her.
Melanie smiled and shut her eyes, feeling the cool smoothness of cloth go over her eyelids. He took her by the hand.
“The clothes will wrinkle.”
“That’s irrelevant. There’s somewhere you need to be,” he insisted.
A tiny shiver of excitement rolled through her. “Where is that?”
“You’ll see.”
She could tell he led her out of the laundry room, but she didn’t know where they were going until they stopped walking and her toes touched the base of the stairs.
“Can I take the blindfold off and you put it back on when we get upstairs?”
“No. I would hope after all this time that you’d trust me by now.”
She gulped nervously as he guided her by the hand to take the first step upward. “Well yeah, but stairs?”
“You’ll do fine. I’ve got you.”
He put his arm around her and walked her up the stairs with caution. It made her uneasy being blinded and having to trust someone enough to lead her by the hand, but with each step they climbed her anxiety lessened and she leaned into him, feeling more relaxed.
At the top of the landing he made a turn she hadn’t expected, but her sense of direction was off. Whose room were they going into?
She assumed they were in a bedroom when she heard him close the door.
“Can I take the blindfold off now?”
“Just your clothes.”
Someone’s mouth swooped down on hers while Emmett was still talking. It made her jump, but then she calmed when she realized it was Jake. His refreshing ocean-beach scent gave him away.
While Jake thoroughly kissed every inch of her mouth two sets of hands moved over her body and undressed her, careful not to disturb the blindfold around her head. Hunter’s woodsy autumn fragrance and Diego’s vanilla and sandalwood essence provided her with a sense of relief. At least it wasn’t a surprise introduction to Greyson.
When she was completely unclothed another man’s mouth slanted over hers once Jake moved. This time it was Hunter who kissed her. Masculine hands cupped and rolled her breasts in arousing circles.
Someone else knelt on the floor and lavished her pussy with soft, moist kisses. He took his time to woo her as he gently pressed his lips against the soft heat of her bare skin and murmured to her in a Spanish accent. Diego’s sensual lulling was breathed onto her flesh in a searing hush that made the nerves in her skin come alive.
Between Hunter’s slow, deep kiss and the warm nibbles of Diego’s lips on her labia below they had her cunt dripping already.
“Just relax while I put this inside you,” Emmett told her. “Jake, would you?”
Jake apparently held her ass cheeks apart for his brother. A nozzle matched against her anus and a cold surge of jelly spewed into her sphincter. Mellie squealed into Hunter’s mouth, moaning when he swallowed her startled sound and wouldn’t let her go.
Emmett twirled his fingers in her tight ring of muscles for a bit to spread the lube and stretch her some. Next thing she knew he was pushing a butt plug into her anus. It felt bigger than before and seemed reluctant to make the dark, forbidden trek.
“Ease up, love,” Emmett crooned.
She loosened her backside, which helped, but the squeeze was still tight and stubborn. He left the tapered end of the plug wedged in her anal ring and took to massaging her to get her
to calm down enough for the inevitable penetration.
Hunter breathed delicate kisses all over her face until her lips and breasts ached to be touched again. Judging by his hands on her arms and the single hand on her left breast, she’d say the hand on her bosom belonged to Jake.
Diego alternated between tracing the contours of her labia with his tongue and slurping on her outer sex lips until her pussy practically begged for contact with his tongue deep inside her. Disregarding her pleading little whimper, his tongue extended to lick a balmy line across the seam of her slit without venturing inside. Her private tears of desperation seeped from her folds to coat her outer lips and ultimately to be collected by his teasing tongue.
Emmett tried to move the plug deeper, but her ass muscles were on strike and refused to let the toy pass.
“Jake, will you bring the wand over.”
Jake’s hands abandoned her to carry out Emmett’s instruction. A moment later she felt what she was certain was the Hitachi wand sending relaxing palpitations on her shoulders.
“Do you want my tongue on your cunt, dolce?” Diego asked in a scorching rasp.
“Yes,” she breathed, pushing her mound into his face.
“We decide when you come, little submissive, not you,” Diego reminded her. “If you take the ass plug all the way, I’ll let you come.”
“Yes, Sir.”
This plug felt bigger and she wasn’t sure if she could take it all the way in. For an orgasm it was worth a try.
Emmett relocated the wand to the backs of her thighs.
Hunter gave her hair a gentle tug so her head went back. A throaty gasp resulted as he gently peppered her neck with kisses.
“Our Mellie,” he whispered. The claim sounded as possessive as it did tender.
Diego’s tongue finally dipped into her cleft for a taste. Melanie’s attempt to stifle her smitten noises was in vain. She fought hard to keep from smothering him with her mons and demanding release.