He sat back up and drew her knee up. With a quick flick, he tossed off one of her shoes then removed the other.
She laughed. “I was talking about you getting naked.”
“Oh. As long as I’ve started with you, I might as well continue.”
His fingers fumbled on her belt, but once he got that undone, he managed to get her out of her jeans in no time. It didn’t surprise her that he chose to leave her panties on. “Almost done.”
“It’s my turn. Can you take off your boots?”
He toed them off and dragged off his socks. “I’ll save you time.” He jumped off the bed and lowered his jeans. His big cock popped out.
“No underwear?”
“Why bother?” Before he tossed his pants on the floor, he extracted a foil packet from his pants.
“You always come prepared?”
He chuckled. “The moment I saw you, I knew I had to have you.”
He never took his gaze off her as he crawled back onto the bed. Maintaining eye contact, she slipped off her sweater, shirt and unhooked her bra. Instead of returning to being on top, he slipped between her legs and her pussy moistened. He traced a finger along the edge of her panties, circling her pussy several times like a lion waiting to pounce. Leave it to Ian to be slow and deliberate.
She lifted her hips to encourage him. “Come on.”
“We have all night.”
Her desire and lust needed to be fulfilled right away. If she could have reached his cock, she would have tugged on it. He’d get desperate in a hurry, she bet.
He kissed her belly as he clasped onto her waist. Bubbles of pleasure seared her skin with each touch. She threaded her fingers through his hair and loved how the silky strands caressed her palms. Needing him to play with her tits, she arched her back.
“Are they lonely?” He seemed to be enjoying this torture.
“Yes.”
He dragged a hand up her body and clasped her right tit. His callused palms tickled her nipple. She moaned, and his mouth was on her other breast in a flash. This time he wasn’t tentative. His teeth pulled the tip taut. The suction sent blasts of electric pulses down the sides of her body, and her pussy ached for some release.
She twisted her body to the side and reached under him until her hand took hold of his cock. His groan reverberated in his chest. “Be careful. I’m so damned close.”
She smiled at the edge to his tone. “I’ll be good.” Or not. Slowly, she squeezed him tight and drew her hand up and then down. “I want to suck on your cock.”
“I can’t let you do that.” He shifted his attention to the other breast, leaving her one nipple wet and swollen.
She tried to concentrate on playing with him, but when he fondled the first breast and nipped at the other, she got too caught up with the swirls of sensations bombarding her body. Needing the pressure on her pussy, she wrapped her legs around his torso and pressed her hips upward.
“Horny little girl, aren’t you?”
Ian had caused her to remember what it was like to want something really bad. “Just with you.”
“Can you put your legs down so I can touch you?”
She unwrapped her legs. While he continued kneading her breast, he lowered his other hand and slipped a finger into her opening. A torrent of ecstasy streaked through her, ratcheting up her need to have him. How he could take her to new heights with his mouth and one finger, she didn’t know. Finding reason was too damned hard right now with her body heating up so fast.
He slipped in another finger, and her scent perfumed the air.
“I need to taste you.”
She’d longed to hear those words. As his mouth suctioned onto her pussy, his callused palm slid over her belly and latched onto her hip. His moist breath set her on fire, but she yearned for more. Wiggling her hips, she dug her fingernails into his shoulders. His fingers disappeared, and the vacancy tore her up.
“We need to get you out of these panties.”
Finally, he saw reason. She lifted her hips, and he slid them down to her knees. Once she bent her knee, he slipped them off. In a flash, his fingers dug into her thigh as he spread her legs wide. He leaned over and flicked her clit back and forth. Her eyes rolled back in her head as blistering need scorched her.
“Touch me.” Her voice cracked.
“You taste so hot.”
Her groan got lost in her throat and rumbled in her chest. She nudged his shoulders to get him to do more, but it was like trying to move a mountain.
“Let me love you my way.”
Chapter Nine
The tenderness of Ian’s words filtered in, and Devonne’s heart nearly tore. His desire to please overwhelmed her. His tongue returned to torturing her with pleasure. He licked, stabbed and plucked her tender nub until it was swollen with need. Her desire was so great, her pussy gushed her juices until her molten urges nearly crested.
His thumb separated her pussy lips, and his tongue traveled into her channel. From the way her body was writhing from the bliss, she didn’t know if she could handle his cock. When he delved in two fingers, she lost it.
“Oh, God.” Her hips bucked up.
He immediately palmed her tummy. “Stay still.”
That would be impossible.
He probed her pussy, pressing on every nerve ending. The tension inside rippled up her spine.
“Please.”
She must have gotten to him because he withdrew his fingers and placed a knee between them. His lips pounced on her tit again, creating havoc with her swollen tip. His fingers threaded her hair as he licked, sucked, and nipped at her nipples. The devastating effects on her body built to explosive proportions.
His scorching lips found hers, and the erotic kiss had her heart pounding in her chest. She scraped her short nails down his back.
“Hold on.”
She could barely make out his words.
Foil ripped.
He leaned back and slid the condom on his cock before she could lick her lips. Once more he returned to devour her mouth. She wrapped her legs around his waist, and he sunk his cock into her. Her breath caught in her throat. He took up her whole body.
He held still for a moment, probably to give her time to adjust to his size.
“Damn, girl, but you’re small.”
She didn’t want to tell him it was the fact she hadn’t had sex in a long, long time. Let him think she had slim hips. In reality his cock was too damn big.
He seemed to be waiting for her to signal she was ready to go. Shifting her hips downward allowed him to edge in a bit more. Tentatively, he pulled out a bit before moving back in. The slow, precise movements caused electric pulses to trip up her body. As he hung over her, he nibbled on her lips.
“You taste good.”
“So do you.”
His steady gaze held hers as he meandered down her wet channel. She gripped his biceps, trying to control the urges slamming into her. He seemed to find enjoyment from taking his time.
She wanted to be the one in control. “Roll over.”
He looked blank at her for a moment until he held onto her and rolled onto his back. Now she was on top. Kneeling, she planted her hands on his chest and let her hair drag over his face.
“You going to be kind?” His eyes shimmered with mischief.
“Never.”
She spread her legs wide and dropped down onto his cock. That was a mistake. She’d misjudged his size and expelled little breaths until the thrills racing up her body subsided. Then she lifted her ass as slow as she could, almost letting his cock fall out. At the last moment, she dropped down until her butt hit his balls.
“You witch.”
“You bet.” She leaned over and kissed him hard.
She let out all the loneliness and misspent youth that had haunted her for years. She yearned to take some of the love Ian had for his family and soak in it.
He grabbed her hips and drove up into her. Her lightweight didn’t have enough force behind it to move. Holdi
ng her still, he thrust into her, bringing her to a new precipice. Each time he entered, she spiraled more out of control.
Her head dropped back, and she let out a primal call as rolling spasms chased up and down her body. Blood pounded in her ears, and she hung on tight as her climax bulldozed over her.
“I’m coming!” Ian shouted.
His pace quickened to a frantic level. His eyes shut, and his mouth opened as if he, too, were being tossed about in a sea of erotic desires. Suddenly, his cock drove to the end and he held still, nearly lifting her off the bed.
His cock enlarged and stretched her to the max. Her eyes widened, and her breaths came out fast as he shot his jism into her. Her body vibrated and thrummed with each pulse.
Slowly, he lowered his hips and pulled her to his chest. “You are truly remarkable,” he said.
No words formed on her lips. All she could do was nod. They lay in each other’s arms until eventually he rolled her onto her back. “I’ll be right back.”
“I’m not going anywhere.” He returned a moment later with a warm, wet cloth and cleaned her. Peace descended on her. “I could stay like this for a long time.”
He snuggled close. “Tell me what I can do to make that happen.” He trailed a finger down her cheek and across her lips. His touch made her skin sizzle.
Ian sounded so sincere. She didn’t want to break his heart and tell him about her other life in Los Angeles. Her career now was in selling clothing, not in modeling it.
“I wish I knew.” That was about as honest as she could get.
He gathered her in his arms and held her tight. The security touched her soul. “Get some sleep.”
She didn’t think twice about him staying the night. Having him near calmed and soothed her.
For the first hour, she swore his fingers never stopped moving. When he wasn’t playing with her hair, he was rubbing her back or hips. The slow massage helped her drift off to sleep.
* * * *
The sun speared the window and woke her. She tried to lift up on her elbows, but a heavy weight lay across her body. Reality seeped in. She was in bed with Ian. She opened her eyes and found him on his stomach looking adorable. Slight puffs of air escaped his lips. Elation and total satisfaction filled her. There was a bit of a sting in her pussy from all the attention last night, but she wouldn’t trade what happened for anything.
The side table clock told her she needed to get up. Today was the fashion show. While they wouldn’t begin until one, she needed to shower and be at the Callen ranch by eight. The designers always had changes of heart regarding the shoes and accessories, and the makeup and hair would take quite a while.
She tried to slip out of his grasp, but his eyes opened, and a lazy smile captured his lips. “Good morning.”
He lifted his arm and rolled onto his back. His cock lay erect and thick on his flat stomach. “Were you dreaming about me?” Devonne rolled onto her stomach and rested on her elbows.
He grabbed his cock. “Yes, but that’s not why he’s hard. He’s usually pretty randy in the morning.”
She scooted back and got off the bed. “I have be to at the ranch in an hour.”
She scurried into the bathroom and turned on the shower to get it warm. She’d just stepped under the water when the bathroom door opened.
“You are a fine sight in the light.”
“We aren’t having sex.” She didn’t need to give him details as to why.
“Okay, but can I wash you?”
She inwardly groaned. “You touch me and I’ll relent. Then I’ll be late, and I’ll have to explain to not only the coordinator why I wasn’t there on time, but I’ll have to tell your mother.” She worked hard to keep the bubble of laughter from escaping.
He opened the glass shower door and stepped in. “I’ll hurry.”
The man apparently didn’t follow instructions well. No wonder Max was often frustrated with him. She dunked her hair under the water and reached for the shampoo. After she poured the liquid on her head and worked the suds into a lather, Ian’s hands found her breasts. She jumped.
“So pretty.”
“Don’t get me excited.”
“You should be excited just by standing here with me.”
He was right, but she wasn’t going to admit it. His hands caressed her breasts then slid down her belly. The moment his hands left her body, she glanced at what he was doing. He was filling his palm with soap. She steeled herself against the rush of excitement.
No amount of preparation could have made her not react when he plunged a soapy finger up her pussy.
She jumped back. “That’s so unfair. You’re trying to turn me on.”
He grinned. “Did I succeed?”
“Yes.”
As calm as she could, she rinsed her hair and slathered on conditioner, then dropped soap onto her palm. With a smile on her face, she grabbed his cock. He stepped back, but she went forward, determined to drive him crazy. “All’s fair in love and war, remember?”
He clasped her shoulders to bring her near and kissed her. With her hand on his cock, she couldn’t stop him from holding her tight. Not that she wanted to.
“I need to get clean.”
He gently moved her back under the warm water. “I’ll help.” He washed her back, stomach, tits, and legs. In between he played with her pussy and her ass. The playing and cleaning continued for a while until every inch of her body was nearly raw from the rubbing.
She laughed. “Enough. Now it’s my turn to clean you.” She waved the bottle of soap.
“My dick’s really clean.”
“That it is.” She’d spent time already washing him there.
To be fair, she should wash his whole body since he’d spent time cleaning her. She squirted soap straight onto his back and rubbed it in. Once his front and back were done, she knelt down on the tile to clean his legs.
He grabbed his cock and held it out. As if it were a beacon drawing her in, she enveloped him with her mouth. His slippery cock glided in and out of her mouth. She cupped his balls and lightly squeezed. It was when she dragged her teeth along the outside that she found herself back on her feet.
“Last night you said you were sore, and I will respect that, but one more suck and I’d have to take your pussy.”
She giggled. That youthful laughter was a rarity. “Oh, yeah?”
He reached over and removed the showerhead from the wall and rinsed his soapy legs. “If you have to get to the ranch, you better get going. If you don’t, you’ll find yourself spread-eagle again, packed full of my cock.”
She was thrilled that she turned him on as much as he did her. After stepping out, she wrapped her head in one towel while she dried her body with the other. She was halfway finished when Ian exited the stall and swatted her fanny with another towel. She ran into the bedroom shrieking.
Max was standing there fully dressed. “I thought I heard you cry out. Are you okay?”
She quickly wrapped the towel around her naked body, but he’d seen her. “Yes.”
Leave it to Ian to come out completely naked drying only his cock.
Oh, shit.
Chapter Ten
“Mom called to remind you about the 8:00 a.m. arrival time.” His gaze shifted from her to Ian. Max’s brows pinched, and his jaw tightened.
Crap. This wasn’t how she wanted him to find out about her sleeping with his brother. “Max, look, it’s not what you think.”
Ian kept the towel over his cock and took a step forward. “Yes it is. We made love, fell asleep, and took a shower.”
Damn him. She didn’t want to hurt Max’s feelings.
Max’s lips thinned. “I’ll drive you over in thirty minutes.” He spun on his heels and strode out.
She turned in Ian’s arms. “Why did you do that?”
“Why not?” He cupped her face. “Max and I want you. Both of us do. We want to share. It doesn’t matter if you make love to me first or Max. Face it. The three of us are d
estined to be together.”
Did he not think she had a life in LA? Yes, she’d be coming back, but there was no guarantee she’d end up in Intrigue. “Don’t I have a say-so?”
“Sure, but we know what’s best for you.”
She stepped back. “I’ve been making my own decisions for a long time. I don’t need you two to tell me what I want. Okay?” She hadn’t meant to be so pissy, but having Max walk in on them really threw her.
Ian held up his hands. “You’re in charge, but don’t be in denial. You want us.” He nodded, tossed the towel back on the bed and left, his delicious ass pumping muscles the whole way.
Shit. Now she’d hurt his feelings, too.
Ian was right, but she wasn’t up to telling him that. She did want both men, only now she’d blown it with Max. Maybe after the show she could make it up to him.
She quickly dressed and rushed into the kitchen, dreading the five-minute ride back to the ranch. Something smelled good.
Max filled a plate with scrambled eggs and handed it to her. “You need to have your energy. You have a long day today.”
She wouldn’t have expected him to be so kind after what he saw in the bedroom. “Thanks. Listen, Max.”
He held up a hand. “You don’t need to explain. I’m glad you and Ian got together.”
Again he surprised her. She brought her food to the table and sat down. In silence, she gulped her food. She hadn’t realized how hungry she was.
Once she finished, she carried her dish to the sink. “I’m ready.”
“Let’s go.”
The conversation stayed on the topic of the fashion show and not on what she and Ian were doing this morning. She’d broach that topic at a later time.
People were everywhere when they arrived. About ten workers were setting the tables for the luncheon. At five hundred dollars a head, the charity should receive a nice check. Then there was the commission from the designers themselves when the patrons bought their clothes.
She and Max were headed toward the house when his face broke into a smile. A lovely woman and two handsome men strode toward Max. From the shape of the faces, she’d say this was one of his sisters.
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