Shayla Black - [Wicked Lovers 02]

by Decadent

  And nothing like the hot blast of need that scalded her every time she experienced Deke’s demanding caress.

  “Not when you’re in this mood.” Luc stood and crossed his arms, half standing in front of her protectively. “You know what we had planned next, and you’re in no shape to carry it out. You’ll hurt her.”

  “I won’t.” He stared, then sent her a smile that glittered with danger. “Look at her. Those pretty nipples are hard. Her hot hazel eyes are eating me up. And her pussy . . .”

  Deke pushed past Luc in the small den and fell to his knees. Before Kimber had any idea what he had planned, Deke had pushed up her miniskirt and ripped out the crotch of her panties.

  “Damn things,” he muttered. “Naked. You should always be naked.”

  “But—”

  He spread her legs wide, slammed two fingers inside her wet sex, and bent his head to her clit, consuming her in a devouring sweep of his tongue.

  “Deke!”

  Immediately, fire sizzled down her legs, roaring into an inferno low in her belly. Tight and aching, hot and out of control, the sensations slammed into her. She couldn’t breathe. Definitely couldn’t stop him.

  Didn’t want to.

  Kimber curled her fingers around his head and gasped. His greedy licks were shocking to her system. He was eating her alive—all her passion and yearning, all her doubts, hopes. Her indecision.

  Why did Deke reach her on such a deep level? Because she sensed he was wounded and wanted to heal him, as any nurse would? Why did he rule her body more than any other man? Why had some part of her fantasized about him, even before she understood sexual fantasies?

  The question dissipated in her mind, dissolving like sugar in wine, as Deke’s fingertips stroked the sensitive bundle of nerves inside her. Luc sank onto the couch at her side and watched, arousal fierce across his face.

  “I won’t let him hurt you.”

  “He won’t,” she gasped.

  “He’s arousing you?”

  “Yes.” She threw back her head and closed her eyes. “Yes.”

  Luc’s thumb suddenly swiped across one nipple as he pulled her summer top down, anchoring it beneath her breasts. “I’m going to arouse you, too, sweetheart.”

  His tongue flicked across the beads of her tight nipples, followed by a nip of his teeth. Deke mirrored the action, clamping down on her clit, then manipulating it with the tip of his tongue.

  Relentless, one swipe after the other, he made her burn. The fire spread, injecting its way through her body, shooting up to her nipples, down her legs, sizzling across her skin. Building, building . . . Her heart careened out of control, the sound of its beats roaring in her ears, blocking out everything else except the hungry sounds of Deke’s mouth and Luc’s moans.

  In seconds, the need grew and towered above her until she hovered right on the edge of wildfire pleasure. Totally beyond her control, her body jerked with every hard flick of Deke’s tongue.

  The fire gathered, coalesced, peaked. Then it erupted, bursting behind her eyes until black spots clung to the edge of her vision. Her back arched, and she screamed, gripping Deke’s head, his shoulders.

  Enormous. Huge. Had she ever orgasmed so hard?

  She struggled to catch her breath, to right her crazy, tilting world.

  Deke merely pushed her thighs wider, stabbed his tongue into her core, and demanded, “Again.”

  Sensations assailed her faster than her body could process them as his tongue stroked across her clit again. Too much, all at once. “Oh . . . Wait. Slow down.”

  “No,” Deke barked, lifting his head from between her thighs, his lips wet with her juice. “You’re here to learn how to accommodate two men. I told you things would get hot. Sometimes, they’re fast and furious. Adjust.”

  Continuing to caress her breasts, Luc sent him a stern stare. “She’s inexperienced. We can moderate—”

  “Why? She’s a big girl. An adult, she keeps saying. In the next five minutes, she can be gripping your cock in her ass. And don’t lie; I know how bad you want it.”

  “I’m sure it would be very enjoyable, if that’s what Kimber wants.”

  Deke flashed him a bitter stare. “You smug bastard, always hiding behind the good image, the chevalier to my caveman. Don’t forget, I was there when you had sex with that flight attendant in Memphis last year. You went at her for over three hours. Do you think Kimber could keep pace in one of your marathon sessions?”

  Kimber stared at Luc in a whole new light. Sweet-tempered, gentle Luc? He flushed guiltily, lending credence to Deke’s assertion.

  “She wasn’t complaining. Besides, you participated, too.”

  “Once. The rest was all you, buddy boy. And she’s not the first one to get that treatment. Don’t pretend you don’t have a dark side. You want to win Kimber over? You’d better show her the real you.”

  Luc swallowed. “She knows the real me. I’ll always be as gentle as possible with Kimber.”

  Deke snorted. “Sooner or later, you’re going to have to give her a taste of that killer stamina or you’ll be doing nothing but lying to her.”

  “Shut up.”

  Kimber watched the byplay with astonishment. The anger. The secrets they’d both been keeping from her. Did they keep things from one another, too? Stunned didn’t begin to describe how she felt.

  Clearing her throat, Kimber cut in. “Luc, really, I’m—”

  “Here’s the deal,” Deke said to her, as if Luc hadn’t growled at him, as if she hadn’t spoken. “We work well together because Luc has patience and likes to get a woman all hot. I strike fast, make sure she gets off a few times. Somewhere in the middle of it all, Luc moves in.” Deke slanted another ugly stare at Luc.

  “Shut up, cousin.”

  “When his dark side takes over, he’ll fuck a woman for a good three hours. More, if he’s on a real tear. Never say die. Isn’t that your motto?” The bitter words hung in the air.

  Mouth open, Kimber watched as Luc dragged Deke to his feet and curled a fist in his T-shirt. “You’re scaring her.”

  “I’m telling the truth. And she should be scared. She’s a little virgin playing with grown men. I damn near fucked her sweet pussy this morning on your kitchen table while you slept.”

  It was Luc’s turn to send her a sharp stare. “Are you okay?”

  What could she say? Kimber nodded. Embarrassment didn’t count as harm. She’d been stupid, allowing her good sense to be overwhelmed. It wouldn’t happen again. She hoped.

  Deke scoffed. “What, you think I would have forced her? Raped her?”

  “Normally, I wouldn’t think so, but you’re awfully pushy today,” Luc growled.

  “If I had fucked her, it would have been because she aroused me and didn’t have enough control of her faculties to say no. I put a stop to it.”

  Luc hardly looked impressed. “You don’t want the responsibility of taking a virgin.”

  “I don’t want to hurt Kimber, and I have very little control with her. We all know it.” He paused. “Is your dark side wailing at you tonight, cuz?”

  Kimber watched as Luc released Deke’s shirt and shut his eyes, refusing to look at anyone. She had the distinct impression that he was embarrassed by his occasionally extreme behavior. Oddly, she wasn’t afraid of Luc’s answer; she just wondered what caused him to need to fuck a woman so . . . thoroughly.

  “No,” he murmured finally.

  “Good. Since you have all the patience and no whiskey in your system . . .” Deke reached into his pocket and pulled out a condom and a tube of lubricant. He tossed them on the table right in front of her. “You know what we had planned tonight. You do it, all gentle and shit, so it will go down smooth. Or I will. And heaven help us all, then.”

  Luc let out a shaky breath.

  Mr. Calm? Mr. Never-Ruffled? Wow . . . There was far more going on here than she’d ever suspected. What the hell was brewing in this place? She didn’t want to answer her own question the
hard way, not when she knew what the condom and the lube meant for her.

  “Guys, if neither of you is sure—”

  “I’m sure,” Luc cut in quietly. “As indelicately as Deke might have said it, he’s right to push the issue. This is part of your training, and one of us has to do this. Deke is in no shape. You know what we’re discussing, right?”

  A glance again at the items on the table didn’t lead Kimber to any other conclusions. The thought of it happening to her—right now— both alarmed and aroused her. Would it hurt? Get her off?

  It didn’t matter. This was part of Jesse’s world, a big part of what Jesse would probably want. She was here to learn if she could accept it, take it, like it.

  “Anal sex,” she finally answered.

  “Yes.” Luc’s voice, usually smooth as brandy, was like a rough drag over gravel. “Are you going to be okay with that?”

  “It’s necessary to take two men at once. It’s part of what I signed up for.”

  “But tonight? It’s late and we’ve argued—”

  “You two argued. I’m fine. Are you . . . up for it?” Kimber glanced down at the crotch of Luc’s shorts.

  Even as she spoke, his erection rose. “I’m always up for being with you.”

  “It’s settled, then,” Deke said as he plopped down on the sofa arranged perpendicular to the one she occupied.

  Kimber frowned as he reclined and looked at her with a cool smile. If Deke wanted her too much, why didn’t he want to be the first to do this? He’d said he had very little control with her. Did he think he’d go wild and hurt her? Or push his way into the wrong orifice?

  “Apparently.” Luc shot his cousin a puzzled glare. “And what are you going to do?”

  The stare Deke sent Kimber damn near sizzled the flesh off her bones. “Watch.”

  That one word set off a detonation of hot longing inside Kimber. He wanted to watch Luc take her anally, planned to enjoy every moment of watching her writhe in ecstasy. A quick glance down proved the mere thought of it made him hard.

  The thought of his arousal made her ache. Her sex clenched, and fresh moisture drenched her already-wet folds.

  “Eventually, you have to participate,” Luc pointed out to his cousin.

  “Eventually.” He leaned back, crossed his ankles, and clasped his hands behind his head. No one could mistake the enormous erection jutting against the front of his jeans. “Get started. I’m ready.”

  Arrogant bastard. But a sexy one. Kimber tried to form some pithy comeback, but then Luc touched her arm.

  “Sweetheart?”

  He was asking her if she was ready for this, for him. No. Yes. She sighed. Maybe. She was curious, but afraid. She needed to be able to accept a man anally, but worried it would hurt. And if Deke wasn’t going to touch her, she wanted to drive him crazy, make him so insane for her that he couldn’t stay away.

  Stupid and reckless, Kimber knew. But after this morning on the kitchen table when he’d refused her because she hadn’t had the willpower to say no . . . He’d mustered the self-control to put a stop to disaster and left. Clearly, he hadn’t wanted her half as badly as she’d ached for him. He’d done the right thing, she supposed, and part of her thanked him for it. But it still hurt.

  Why did his opinion matter? She was here for Jesse. Jesse, damn it. Not Deke.

  But he’d said no this morning, and now he’d given up the opportunity to be the first one to take her anally. Instead, he’d deferred to Luc. The devil of doubt rode her hard. Kimber was determined to make Deke regret what he’d passed up. He’d had better get ready for a hell of a floor show.

  “I’m ready,” she whispered to Luc, sending him what could only be called a saucy, fuck-me smile.

  For a moment, Luc just stared, as if he wasn’t sure what to make of her smile or what to do first. She took the decision out of his hands.

  An odd bravery, feminine resolution—pure need to tempt Deke— flowed through her as she reached for the hem of her top and pulled it over her head, completely baring herself to Luc. Deke got a great side view. Then she pinched her nipples, ensuring they were hard.

  “I’m more than ready.” She hoped those husky words went straight to Deke’s cock.

  They sure went to Luc’s. Staggered by them, he sank to his knees. “Stay on the sofa.”

  Casting a challenging glance Deke’s way, Kimber wriggled, rolling her hips and making a great show of getting comfortable. Then she primly crossed her legs, imitating her best ladylike posture, and wasn’t it lucky for her that the pose thrust her breasts right into Luc’s face?

  Yanking out the elastic band restraining his midnight hair, Luc tossed it on the table. Waves of inky hair fell around his strong face. His shirt came next. Off and onto the floor, exposing the taut lines of wide shoulders, the ropes of muscles straining up and down his arms. Abs rippling with every breath. He worked out, no question. And he looked damn good. She shivered.

  “What can you take off next?” she taunted, glancing at his shorts. “I have something you can touch if you strip down for me.”

  Kimber parted her legs enough for Luc—and only Luc—to see her all wet and swollen. Luc moaned, his gaze fixed on her damp curls.

  Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Deke unzip his pants and take his meaty cock in his hand. He began to slowly stroke every long inch, grasping the width of it in a harsh fist, his eyes glued to her. She loved having the power to drive the taciturn Deke to such desire. And she wasn’t close to done.

  Where the inner vixen had come from, she had no idea. But she wasn’t about to put a stop to her right now.

  “You do want to touch me, don’t you?” she asked Luc, toying with her own clit and gasping for effect.

  “Yes,” he panted. “Do that again.”

  “Get naked, and I will.”

  Luc shucked off his shorts in less than two seconds to reveal his long staff with its thick veins and vivid purple head, and Kimber tried not to laugh. The power she had over them was heady. She was drunk on it. In the end, Luc or Deke—or both—would take it from her. But in this moment, she owned them.

  “Very nice,” she murmured.

  The inner vixen goaded her into slipping her finger into her mouth and making quite a production of wetting the tip. With a feline smile, she dropped the wet digit to Luc’s cock and rubbed the moisture all over the head, adding to the leakage seeping from the tip. He hissed, the tendons standing out in his neck as he fought for control.

  “You’re being naughty,” Luc scolded.

  “Me?” Kimber was all innocence.

  “Very naughty. Lift your skirt and touch yourself again. I want to see you do it.”

  A surprising request coming from the usually gentlemanly Luc, but after tonight, Kimber guessed there were hidden depths to the man. A demand that she masturbate for him—for them—definitely shocked her. And thrilled her.

  Pushing self-consciousness aside, she leaned back and lifted her skirt higher with slow hands, very slow. She ended at the top of her thighs, and with Deke sitting on the sofa to her right, she knew he could see just enough to tease. His muttered curses bespoke frustration.

  To add a little fuel to the fire, Kimber wiggled her ass and moaned, closing her eyes and licking her lips.

  “Now, Kimber.”

  She opened her eyes. Blinked. That commanding tone came from Luc? The usually gentle encouragement on his face had been replaced with something severe and impatient.

  His fingers wrapped around her thighs—not lightly. “Now!”

  When his entire demeanor made her wet and the edge of fear zipped through her to create a thrill she didn’t quite understand, what choice did she have? Canting her hips forward, she lowered her hand to her sex and rubbed her clit.

  Usually, when she was alone, she started in leisurely circles, spinning some fantasy in her mind. Tonight, she had no need to dream up any sexual circumstance. She was living it. And those slow circles? No way. With two sets of burning eyes
roaming every inch of her flesh, caressing hard nipples, smoothing over her abdomen, probing her pussy, slow circles were not possible.

  Sensation mounted hard and fast as Kimber manipulated her clit. The burning pressure became an ache as she watched Luc’s cock bob with every harsh breath he took. Deke leaned in. He tried to peer closer, then sniffed.

  “Oh, hell, I can smell how close she is.”

  Luc gave a shaky nod. “Stop.”

  Pleasure bubbled inside her, thick and roiling. Kimber heard Luc speak. He said something she didn’t want to hear, so she ignored him.

  “I said stop.” He grabbed her wrist.

  She whimpered at the loss of stimulation but ceased because he forced her to. She blinked once, twice. Twin flags of color flushed his face. His long, artistic fingers gripped her wrist with startling force.

  “Don’t push me,” he warned, looking unrelenting. “I’m close to my edge.”

  In other words, if she didn’t want to be sating him with her ass for the next three hours, she’d better back off.

  “Okay,” she whispered.

  He released her and nodded, his expression looking grateful. “Slide off the sofa, knees on the floor in front of me.”

  Kimber didn’t even think of teasing him. She simply complied.

  “Good,” he praised as he gripped her hips and turned her away from him.

  Then she felt his palm between her shoulder blades giving her a gentle push. “Lean forward and brace your elbows on the sofa.”

  Oh, God. This is happening. Really happening.

  She could say no. Kimber knew she could. But it wouldn’t serve her purpose. And she ached for what Luc could give her now, for what Deke would see and be aroused by. There was no stopping tonight.

  Swallowing hard, she did as Luc demanded. The scents of leather and her own cream wafted around her. Luc handled her, caressing her hips, lifting her skirt, stroking her ass.

  “You’re beautiful here.” He smoothed his palm over one of her cheeks. “Round, firm, pale. And right now, all mine.”