by Kaliana Cole
Brody felt a growl of frustration building in his throat, “Come on, honey, suck it for me.”
A crooked smile full of smug satisfaction graced her lips, and her tongue darted out again. “Make me.” Her blue eyes sparkled in challenge.
Oh, Christ! Casey wanted to play that game?
Every muscle in his body clenched and quivered in blatant anticipation at the mere thought of forcing Casey to do his bidding.
No. Not here. Not now. No way.
He curbed in his dominant streak ruthlessly. What Casey thought she wanted and what she actually wanted were two different things. He’d give her a taste, but he knew Casey wouldn’t tolerate him at his most intense. He wrapped his hand around her nape, making sure his thumb sat over the hinge of her jaw. That was one lesson he’d learned early and learned well. If you were going to take control of a woman’s head when a sensitive piece of your anatomy was between her only means of defense, you sure as shit made sure you were in a position to neutralize that threat. He wouldn’t be needing it with Casey, though. He had no intention of pushing her to the point where she was forced to retaliate.
“Open up, baby.” Brody pushed her head down and felt her lips seal, denying him entry. Her damn eyes were still sparkling defiantly. “Come on, honey, you know you want another taste. I want to push it so far down your throat I can feel your tongue tickle my balls.” The torrid words had the effect he had hoped for, and her lips opened on a rough exhalation of breath.
Searing heat engulfed him as she sank obediently down on his cock. Her lips stretched obscenely around his shaft as her slithering tongue played over the fat head buried in the moist haven of her mouth. Unmitigated ecstasy swept through him, branding his brain with the erotic vision.
He brought her up to breathe and then pushed her slowly back down his length. He stopped her when he felt the head of his dick kiss her throat, giving her the threat of force rather than the reality. The hungry noises she was making in the back of her throat were goading him on, urging him to loosen the reins and let chaos rule, but he couldn’t. That was just fine for playthings, subs who got off on total domination, but Casey was the woman he wanted to spend the rest of his life with. She was too strong and independent to want more than just a bit of rough play.
She jerked away when he allowed her to come back up and nipped him just below his cockhead, hard. “Ouch! Fuck! What did you do that for?”
“I said ‘make me,’ Brody, not ‘pussyfoot around.’” She snapped her teeth again.
Goaded beyond reason, Brody showed no mercy. He seized her neck once more and shoved her down his length. He didn’t make any allowances this time. She had a hand to wrap around him and control how far he pushed her if she needed it. He’d never had a sub challenge him like that. Hell, no woman had ever dared to do that to him.
Involuntary contractions of her throat caressed his invading cockhead as it forced its way past. Brody set a gliding pace, quick enough to bring him to orgasm, but not so fast that he couldn’t enjoy the ride. His hand guided her, but he found he wasn’t forcing anything. Her mouth opened willingly, and she arched her neck to take him deeper all of her own accord. Willing and wanton and hotter than hell.
“Fuck, baby. That is so damn sexy. I’m not gonna last, honey. I’m gonna be shooting my load straight down that hot little throat of yours real quick. That’s the way, moan around me. Let me feel how much you want to taste me.”
Her cheeks hollowed out as he spoke and diabolical suction joined the deep oral massage of his cock. His balls trembled, like an earthquake before a volcanic eruption, and he felt the hot surge of seed boiling up, as though it was being extracted from some place much deeper in his body. “Christ, Case! Here it comes, baby.”
The brazen wench held his gaze through it all. He was transfixed, unable to look away, as she milked every drop of cum from his cock. It was he who lifted her head and watched while her tongue darted out and collected a late bead of fluid. She looked as if she would have been quite happy to suckle his softening cock all night. Feminine, sexy, and more than a little pleased with herself.
“Scared of snakes, huh? I see that the one-eyed-trouser-snake is exempt from your phobia, sweetheart.” Luke dropped an armful of wood down in the clearing, his sarcasm thick enough to carve.
Brody gave him a rueful smile, but the tenting of Luke’s shorts said he’d done more than just wander in at the finale. Luke liked to watch almost as much as he liked to join in. He wondered if Luke had seen her bite, heard her brazen little challenge. That had floored him. He’d had no idea there was a closet submissive, albeit one who topped from the bottom, lurking beneath Casey’s bold as brass exterior.
He swept his thumb across her swollen lower lip. “You okay, hon?”
She nipped his thumb. “Never better.” Pure mischief sparkled in her big blue eyes. “What’s the matter, Brode? Did you think you were dishing out more than I could take?”
“I don’t know what to think. I think I’m still in shock. You fuckin’ bit me!”
“You say that like it hasn’t happened before.” She reached over and snagged her longneck. Brody couldn’t take his eyes off her damn mouth.
“Believe me, sweetheart, no one has done that to Brode before. If it hadn’t been so damn hot I would have been rolling around on the ground laughing.” Luke dropped his shirt to the ground and bombed into the deep spot of the pool, splashing them both. He came up shaking water from his head like a long-haired hound. “If you reckon we need more firewood, you can get it yourselves. I ain’t moving. Throw me a cold one and put that thing away.”
Brody tucked himself back in with a grin when Luke didn’t waste any time in pulling Casey to him. He felt real warmth grow in his chest as he saw his brother whisper in Casey’s ear and heard her laughter peal forth. It could have had something to do with the lassitude of afterglow riding him, but he couldn’t remember anything ever feeling as right as seeing the two people who meant the most to him sharing intimate banter. Casey was worming her way under his skin and thawing the heart he had long since put on ice. It didn’t hurt anywhere near as much as he’d thought it would.
Brody smiled as he cracked a fresh beer and slid into the water. The night was young, and Casey looked like she had more mischief on her mind than just the sample she had given him. She was trouble wrapped in silk and tied off with barbed wire. Luke couldn’t get enough, and Brody had to admit that neither could he.
* * * *
“I damn near passed out when you sassed Brode, sweetheart. All my blood tried to fit in my dick at once. That was so fuckin’ hot.”
Casey’s laughter wrapped around Luke tighter than the arm she draped over his shoulder. As she leaned in to whisper back, her hard-pointed breasts scraped his chest, and her face teased the wet curls at his ear. “I wanted to shake him up a bit. He thinks he’s so in control.”
“You did that all right. The look on his face was priceless.”
Casey’s skin was so soft beneath his roughened palm. Luke couldn’t get enough of touching it, caressing her back between the low waist of her bottoms and the bow holding her top on. He thought about giving the trailing tails a yank and undoing her top, but he was happy just to have her buoyant body bumping and sliding against him for now. Casey was relaxed and joyous, comfortable with both herself and them in a way Luke had hungered to see. There wasn’t a trace of shyness in her now. Even when he’d walked back into the clearing and she’d still had his brother’s cum on her lips, she hadn’t been bothered in the slightest.
“Would it have shocked you?” The saucy tilt to her jaw made him want to eat her from the mouth down.
“You wouldn’t bite me. You know I’m too lazy to retaliate and that I might just like it.”
“Do you want me to drink these for you, too, or can you manage that part yourselves?”
Luke turned to take the bottles from Brody while Casey stayed right where she was like a redheaded limpet.
Brody’s amused s
mile was decidedly on the tender side as he looked at the cling-on. “What’s up, Casey? You’re looking a little hot and bothered there, hon.”
“I thought I could stir you up without being affected, but, damn, I haven’t been this horny since…”
“This morning?” Luke supplied, laughing at the look on her face when she realized that indeed, it hadn’t been much longer than a handful of hours since she’d last come. “That’s okay, sweetheart. I think it’s been way too long since I tasted you, too. Go to Brody. I can remedy that right now.”
Brody put his beer aside and pulled Casey back in against his chest. “You’re lucky Luke is the generous type. I would have left you hanging for hours after that stunt you pulled with your teeth.”
Luke had to laugh when Casey leaned back and nipped Brode’s chin, taunting him again, “Stop fussin’, cowboy. You know you loved it.”
Luke slid her bikini bottoms down her long pale legs and dropped them on the rock beside his beer with a wet plop. “Let her come this way a bit, Brode.” Casey was tall enough to reach from where Brody sat on the boulder to the shelf-like ledge. He saw her grab at Brody’s neck for purchase as he tugged her toward him, lifting her away from his brother until Casey’s head lay against Brody’s shoulder and her lower body floated along the surface of the milky blue water. He couldn’t help but grin wolfishly as he slid his hands along her silky legs—she looked like a willing sacrifice all laid out for his pleasure.
Her head was tilted back, resting on Brody’s shoulder, but blue fire blazed forth from under her fine, ruby-tinted lashes. The smile curling her parted lips was anticipatory, and her breaths quick and shallow. Of her own accord, Casey lifted one leg and hooked it over his shoulder. Luke resisted the heel she urged him closer with just to feel her strength. Proving that two could play, he seized her hips and lifted her clear of the water. Her pussy was wide open before his gaze, the plump lips swollen slightly with her arousal. He spied her shiny little clit peeking out from beneath its hood and blew air over it, knowing it would be cold as hell on her water-wet folds.
Casey didn’t disappoint him. She shrieked and squirmed, but he had a good grip on her and so did Brode, although his brother seemed more interested in getting the bikini top off her than worrying about her flailing arms.
“That was nasty, Luke. Warm it up now.”
He nearly died when her hand slid down to cup the bare mound inches from his face.
His “fuck!” was in stereo, echoed by Brody.
Those fingers swirled, caressing the swollen knot. “What’s the matter? Aren’t I supposed to touch myself?” The temptress’s smile said she knew exactly what her show was doing to them. “My fingers feel good, Luke, but your tongue feels a hell of a lot better.” She arched her hips in wanton invitation.
Luke didn’t need to be asked twice. He put his mouth over her, fingers and all, and slipped his tongue between her wicked digits. Her intake of breath sounded like a hurricane, and she split her fingers wide, holding herself open to his mouth. Luke pulled back to look, unable to resist a chance to feast his eyes on a woman spreading herself for his touch. It was a punch of lust low and hard, an erotic dream he never wanted to wake from. Seeing Casey offer up her body to his touch while held in his brother’s arms was the sexiest thing he had ever seen. He didn’t need the imperious lift of her hips to lure his tongue back to the nectar building on the pink and red petals of her pussy. He was already there.
Her fresh, womanly musk met his taste buds, as wet and wild as any August storm. Her swollen pearl felt like a slick marble as he rolled it beneath the flat of his tongue. Her hips arched and writhed in time with his slow, swirling rhythm. Luke was in paradise. He dragged his mouth lower and speared his tongue into her honey-drenched cunt, feeling the play of her internal muscles as she endeavored to pull him deeper and hold him captive. He hummed his approval, licking slowly and deliberately up the sensitive, swollen tissue inside her opening.
“That feels fucking amazing.” Her voice was husky and thick with lust.
Luke looked up along her body as he repeated the tantalizing caress and was rewarded with the mask of absolute ecstasy on Casey’s face. Brody was busy, too. For all his talk of leaving her hanging, he’d stripped the top from her and was cupping a breast in each hand and torturing the strawberry peaks. She appeared so pale and fragile in his brother’s hands, but he knew just how strong she was. As if she’d read his mind, her other leg hooked over his shoulder and she pulled herself closer, crossing her ankles in the middle of his back. He didn’t think he would be able to pull away from her if the thought had had the audacity to cross his mind.
He licked a line back up to the pert bud framed by her long, slender fingers and flickered his tongue over it. “God, that feels good! Do it harder.”
Luke captured her clit ruthlessly between his lips. If she could talk, he wasn’t doing the job properly. Her breaths turned into moans, and the leisurely circling of her hips grew driving and purposeful. He could feel her muscles tightening one by one beneath his hands. He felt her gather, begin to quiver like a good roping horse in the box, and he stopped.
“No! I was nearly there, Luke!” Her heel struck his back.
He couldn’t help the grin that grew at her indignation. Brody thought there had been nothing wrong with his timing either by the way he was smiling at the frustrated woman in his arms.
“Come on, sweetheart. Say ‘please.’”
“Not likely, sunshine. I’m a big girl and I can take care of myself.”
Luke was struck dumb as her fingers began working over her clit, the pads of two fingers circling rapidly. Brody had no such problems finding words. “Son of a bitch.” His tone was downright worshipful.
It felt like his cock was going to spontaneously detonate. The damn thing was throbbing so hard he could feel the fabric of his shorts move with every fevered thump of his heart. Watching her pleasure herself was going to be the death of him. She was so fucking beautiful.
He wanted to see those long, slim fingers of hers slide inside the pouting, pink-lipped cunt they went so close to with every pass over her clit. He wanted to suck every drop of cream off them and send her back for more. But the redheaded Amazon was too damn quick for him. She threw her head back against Brody’s shoulder and her breath caught and held.
He watched, spellbound, as her body arched and set the muscles beneath the fine skin writhing and twisting as she silently screamed her pleasure. His gaze met Brody’s as she came down from her climax and he saw the same wonder and conviction in his brother’s eyes that rocked him. Casey could never be anything but theirs.
* * * *
The dancing flames lit up the limestone cliff above the spring, sending shadows flickering and fading in the summer night. The narrow slice of clear night sky overhead was spangled with a million tiny points of light too bright to succumb to the fire’s glow. Listening to the crackle of the fire and breathing deep the smell of mountain air laced with pine and wood smoke, Casey couldn’t remember ever being so at ease.
Luke was packing the leftovers from dinner in the cooler and Brody was gathering a bit more wood. With a sleeping bag to pad out the picnic rug, Casey was comfortable, well fed, and feeling mellow. Luke came to drop down beside her, and she couldn’t help but return his irrepressible grin. He was truly remarkable. Twice today he had given her pleasure and taken nothing in return. Even now she sensed he would let her curl up against him and go to sleep if that was what she wanted.
But that wasn’t what Casey wanted in the slightest. She needed to feel the power of a man filling her, mastering her body with the simple expedient of superior strength. She had a week to soak up all the pleasure these two men had to offer her, and she didn’t want to waste a single moment. She rolled to her elbow in mirror of Luke, just looking at his long, strong form in the glow of the fire. His blonde curls glowed in a halo around his head, like some kind of fallen angel. It was too dark to see the deep chocolate of his eyes. Inst
ead, they were sparkling points of darkness.
Casey ran her hand up the strength of his arm and on to his shoulder. He’d pulled a long shirt on but not buttoned it over his bare chest. Her fingers went in search of warm male skin, burrowing beneath his curls at the back of his neck. She tugged him toward her, seeing the flash of white as he smiled and went where she asked.
His lips were smooth and so very warm when they met hers, moving with lazy ease, as slow as molasses in wintertime. Casey rolled to her back, encouraging him to follow. She wanted him above her, in control. Luke deepened the kiss as her head touched down on the soft down-filled bag, kissing her as if it were an end in itself instead of a warm-up for bigger things to come. He tasted of the caramel tart they’d had for dessert, all sweet and creamy. His indolence was contagious, and Casey found her tongue stroking with the same lack of urgency his was showing. It was self-indulgent and decadent, and Casey could have done it all night long.
The loud crash as Brody dumped his armful of wood down lifted Luke’s head, but he didn’t go too far.
“Is he molesting you again, Casey?” Brody sounded amused.
“No. I was molesting him. Can’t you tell?”
“I’d believe anything was possible where you’re concerned.” He dropped down on the other side of her to his brother, sitting with his arms wrapped around his raised knees and his head resting winsomely on top. “I’m so glad you’re here, Casey. It means more to us than you could possibly imagine that you agreed to stay with us.”
Casey felt a little uncomfortable with Brody’s intensity and fell back on humor to lighten the moment. “Yeah, well it was the lesser of two evils at the time, but I’m discovering there are a few perks.”