Yielding for Him

by Lauren Fraser

  Grabbing Van’s balls in her hand, she teased the area behind with her finger. Yeah, he was close too. She sucked him deep. His sac pulled up tight in her hand. He tried to pull her off but she shook her head. No, she wanted this.

  Jason sucked her clit hard and pleasure burst behind her eyes, every muscle in her body constricted as the orgasm tore through her. As she tried to breathe around Van’s cock, she gasped for breath. He was locked in the moment fucking her mouth. Holy shit, her senses were on overload.

  Her orgasm didn’t get a chance to finish before Jason was driving her up again, sucking and flicking her clit. He inserted a finger inside her and she could feel her body spiralling out of control as he drove her to heights she’d never reached before.

  Donovan groaned and thrust deep again as he came, shooting down her throat. She gulped him down as Jason fucked her with his finger. Her pussy clenched around him.

  With Van done, she pulled off and arched her back. Her toes curled as the second orgasm tore through her at breakneck speed. Her scream was loud even to her own ears but she couldn’t help it. Gasping for breath, she tried to gain some semblance of control over her body.

  As if he knew exactly what she needed Van began comfortingly rubbing her back. “You are so fucking sexy, Lis.”

  She snorted. Yeah, right. She could hardly breathe as she gulped in air. Jason made a muffled sound beneath her. “Oh my gosh, are you okay?” She squirmed off his face. Lord, she’d practically suffocated the man in the heat of things.

  “I’m all good,” Jason murmured. “Well, maybe not all good.” He shifted his body.

  Oops, both her and Van had come but Jason hadn’t. How was this supposed to work? Should she blow him maybe? Since Van had already orgasmed she wasn’t exactly sure what the protocol here was. She chewed her lower lip and looked at Van. He cupped her chin and ran his thumb down her cheek. “Guess we can’t leave him hanging, can we?”

  She shook her head.

  Van grabbed a couple of pillows and the chenille blanket off the back of the sofa. After pushing the coffee table out of the way, he set up a makeshift bed on the living room floor. He looked at the windows then back at her with a grin.

  Lisa rolled her eyes. Unlike his office the floor-to-ceiling windows in his apartment overlooked the ocean rather than the downtown hub. No chance of anyone watching them this time.

  Van reached out, took her hand and guided her onto the bed then lay down beside her. Why is Jason still lying on the sofa? Almost as if he’d read her mind Van said, “Come on, Jay, suit up.”

  Remaining on the couch, Jason stared at Van for several seconds. Crap, she really wished she understood the silent communication they seemed to be having.

  “Yeah?” Jason asked.

  Apparently she wasn’t the only one not a hundred per cent sure about the protocol of tonight’s events. Was Van different with her than he normally was? God, she hoped so. She was fine with the fact that they’d done this before but she needed tonight to be different, to mean more to Van. Jason’s reaction made her believe it truly was.

  Van sighed. “Jason, get over here and fuck my woman and quit being such a pussy.”

  Jason’s long lean form uncurled from the couch. He gave Donovan a weird look. Van nodded then turned to Lisa and ran his hand up her thigh. She squirmed against the floor. The plush chenille felt so soft against her skin, safe and yet somehow incredibly sexy.

  Jason grabbed his pants off the floor, reached into his pocket and procured a condom. After quickly sheathing himself, he looked down at her. The soft smile on his face as he gazed at her had power surging through her body. It was heady knowing these two amazing men both wanted her.

  She bent her knees and spread her legs. “Come here,” she told him.

  Jason knelt between her thighs. He paused with his cock at her entrance and glanced at Donovan again.

  “Fuck her,” Van ordered. The commanding tone made her nipples tighten. Yes. That was exactly what she wanted.

  Jason slowly pushed inside her. She shifted to adjust to his size. As Jason began moving, Van knelt beside her and sucked her nipple into his mouth. “Holy crap,” she mumbled.

  Van’s laugh vibrated against her breast. She glanced down and saw Van stroking his cock. Her mouth watered. She wanted more. She wanted everything they could give her.

  “I want you,” she told him.

  “You want us both?”

  God, she couldn’t believe she was asking for this, but yeah, that was exactly what she wanted. She nodded. “Yes.”

  Jason stopped thrusting and pulled out. He sat on the floor and pulled her so she straddled his lap. Lifting up, she lowered herself down on his cock. “Mmm,” she moaned as he filled again.

  Jason widened his legs, making her feel even fuller. She took a deep breath. If she felt this full already she could only imagine how full it would feel with both of them inside her.

  Van opened up the end table and grabbed out a tube of lubricant. She smiled. The first time he’d grabbed a tube from there it had seemed so funny to her. Who kept lube in their end table? Now that they’d been together a while they’d added one to virtually every room in the house, since heck, you never knew.

  He slid in behind her and ran his hand up her back. She shivered beneath his touch. He snapped open the cap of the lubricant and a couple of seconds later she felt his slick finger pressing at the entrance to her ass. Instinctively she tensed. “Relax, it’ll be just like when I fucked you with the plug in, only better.”

  Memories of those times they’d played with the plug filled her brain. It had been sensational. She took a deep breath and let it out, forcing all the tension from her body.

  “That’s it, honey,” Van cooed. He placed the head of his cock at her ass. Poised, he waited. “Take a deep breath.”

  Slowly he eased inside her. Her ass burned as it stretched to engulf his cock. He’d always felt big when he fucked her ass but tonight, he felt frickin’ ginormous. She wasn’t sure she could take him all. Panting in little breaths, she forced her muscles to relax to accept the invasion.

  Fingers flicked against her clit. She had to look down to see who they belonged to. Van. She should have known he’d take care of her. He bit the skin at the top of her shoulder. “I’ve got you, babe, let go.” He pushed fully inside.

  “Oh my God, yes,” she moaned.

  “You are so fucking hot, baby,” Van growled against her neck.

  His words, his fingers on her clit, Jason playing with her breasts—it was all too much. Her head dropped back. “Jesus,” she sighed.

  Their games before hadn’t even come close to feeling this amazing. The fullness, the sheer sensual assault on her body was indescribable.

  Jason gripped her hips and slowly withdrew, as he thrust back in Van withdrew. The men worked perfectly in tandem, fucking her in rhythm.

  “So tight, she’s squeezing my cock,” Jason groaned. “Feels incredible.” The words sounded like they were torn from his throat.

  Hands held her hips almost painfully as the men fucked her. Grunts and groans sounded in front and behind her. Sweaty muscles rubbed against her body. Turning her head, she kissed Van, their tongues tangled.

  “I don’t think I can hold out much longer,” Jason grunted.

  Van broke their kiss. “You better fucking wait for her,” he ordered.

  Love filled her heart. Even now he was taking care of her. He was amazing.

  She could feel the orgasm building steam. Holy shit. She took a deep breath, trying to gain control of her body.

  Fingers continued to tease her clit, other hands played with her breasts. She didn’t know whose hands were whose and it didn’t matter. She was on fire and loving every second of it. Her toes curled up and she panted for breath as her muscles constricted, reaching for orgasm.

  Van bit her shoulder at the same time one of them pinched her clit, and the other her nipple. A scream tore out of her throat as the most powerful orgasm of her life
ripped through her. Sweet mother of God. The ripples continued to explode through her as she tried to catch her breath.

  She was dimly aware of Jason’s orgasm followed by Van’s, but it took everything in her just to focus on breathing at this moment. She rested her head against Jason’s chest. Van curled tightly around her back. Then he eased from her.

  “Hold her a sec,” Van murmured. A second later he was back with a warm cloth. He cleaned her up then eased her from Jason and laid her on the blanket on the floor. Using a second cloth, he finished cleaning her. He always took such good care of her.

  When she’d met Van he’d had a reputation for being this love ‘em and leave ‘em kind of guy. But from their first time together he’d been amazing. He liked to be in control, but with that came this incredibly caring side of him that she’d immediately fallen in love with.

  Jason collapsed beside her. She glanced over at him and he flashed his boyish grin.

  “Wow,” he told her.

  Now that was an understatement. Lisa laughed.

  Van eased in beside her and she closed her eyes. She should probably be trying to process everything that had happened but she didn’t have the energy.

  She was exhausted, sweat covering every inch of her body. She’d lost track of how many orgasms she’d had already tonight. She felt so completely well used. And it was the most delicious feeling.

  After several minutes, Van said, “Maybe we should move this to the bedroom for round two.”

  Lisa shifted against his body. Round two? She could barely move as it was. “We have all night, right?”

  “Mmm-hmm.” He teased his hand down her side, leaving goosebumps behind.

  “I was thinking maybe we could soak in that huge tub of yours,” she suggested. Even just thinking about it had moisture coating the inside of her thighs again. She loved that giant Jacuzzi tub. Van had a way of angling the jets to do the most incredible things. With the three of them, they could get into all sorts of fun in that tub and the hot water would help with the soreness she was sure was heading her way.

  Jason’s stomach rumbled loudly beside her. Typical man. “I’m not eighteen anymore. I need food first, tub second.”

  Van pulled her against him and tucked his arm under her head so she cuddled tighter against him. His loving touch reassured her that nothing had changed between them tonight. He was right, this wouldn’t ruin anything. Secure in that knowledge, she ran her hand down his stomach. “Maybe you need to eat something too. Fuel up because it’s going to be a long night.”

  Rolling on his side, he nipped the skin under her ear. Her eyes rolled back in her head. Mmm, she loved that spot.

  “Baby, I know exactly what I want to eat.” He pushed himself up on his arms so he hovered above her. Without breaking eye contact with her, he said, “Bring us back something to drink.”

  Lisa looked over at Jason standing beside the makeshift bed. He shook his head. “Man, you are… I don’t even know.”

  “Hungry,” Van said and bent to kiss Lisa.

  Van had always been insatiable, but tonight, it was like something had been unleashed in him. There was a passion in his eyes when he looked at her that she hadn’t quite seen before. Whatever it was she didn’t want to lose it. She just prayed it wasn’t just for tonight. Either way the night had just begun.

  Chapter Four

  Several hours later, Van peered through the darkness of the bedroom. Lisa’s warm body lay curled up beside him. Jason’s soft snoring was muffled on her other side.

  Tonight had been amazing. Better than he’d ever imagined and it was all because of the woman beside him. He curled his hand in a fist to stop himself from waking her, touching her, taking her again.

  Instead he eased himself from the bed and padded quietly across the plush carpet to the bathroom. As he ran a face cloth under the hot water he looked at himself in the mirror. He looked relaxed and happy.

  Over the past ten years he’d worked hard to build his career to the level he wanted and he’d put everything else on hold. It had been enough, until Lisa had entered his life.

  Now he wanted more. He wanted everything.

  He smiled at his reflection. And after tonight, he was going to have it.

  When he stepped back into the bedroom, he saw Jason carefully extracting himself from the bed.

  “You out?” Van asked, keeping his voice pitched low so as not to wake Lisa.

  “Yeah. You two don’t need me here anymore.”

  Donovan looked at the woman he loved lying in bed, dead to the world, she was so worn out, then back at his oldest friend. “Thanks, man.”

  “I should be the one thanking you. It was fun.” Jason’s eyes flicked to Lisa. “She’s amazing. You’re really lucky. Don’t fuck this up.”

  Van looked over at Lisa again. This was where he belonged, with this woman. “I don’t plan to.”

  When he looked back at Jason the other man was grinning at him with a stupid look on his face.

  “What?”

  “I expect to be invited to the wedding,” Jason said.

  Was he that obvious? Yeah, probably. “You’ll be best man.”

  Jason nodded. “Awesome. Can’t wait.” Jason stepped into his jeans then bent and placed a kiss against Lisa’s cheek. “Night, Lis,” he told her.

  “Night,” she murmured. Her hand absently searched the mattress on Donovan’s side of the bed as if she were looking for him.

  She slowly sat up and pushed her tangled hair out of her eyes. “What are you guys doing?”

  “I’m heading out.”

  Lisa looked at Donovan then back at Jason. “Oh, okay.” She chewed her bottom lip. “Umm, thanks, I guess.” She laughed nervously.

  “Anytime. Sorry I woke you, go back to sleep.”

  Donovan hadn’t realised he’d made any kind of sound until Jason laughed. “Or not.”

  Lisa’s eyes flicked over to him and even in the barely lit room he could see the desire in her eyes. Jesus, he loved this woman.

  “Let yourself out.” Donovan tossed the words over his shoulder as he continued to look at Lisa. She lay back down on the bed, her dark hair spread out sensually against the light pillow case.

  “I’ll talk to you later,” Jason said as he left the room. A moment later Van heard the front door click shut.

  “Come here,” Lisa said and crooked her finger towards him.

  “Marry me,” he blurted out then winced. Yeah, real smooth. He was known for making billion dollar deals and keeping his cool, yet asking the woman he loved to marry him reduced him to a bumbling idiot.

  “What?” Lisa sat up abruptly. Her hands shook as she covered her mouth.

  He knelt beside the bed. “Marry me.”

  Lisa’s eyes shimmered as tears welled up. “Yes, of course I’ll marry you,” she squealed and threw her arms around him.

  She cupped his face and looked at him. “So is this what it’ll take to get your help on my fundraiser?” she teased.

  He grinned. “Baby, I’m all in.”

  Also available from Total-E-Bound Publishing:

  Aged to Perfection

  Lauren Fraser

  Excerpt

  Chapter One

  “You want me to do what?” Rachel Michaels gaped at her best friend in horror before turning her attention to the other woman in the room. The cute blonde aesthetician, Tammy, stood off to her right, wearing a smirk and a pink smock.

  Rachel eyed the vat of hot wax and gulped. I’m too old for this shit!

  “Seriously, Jan.” She laughed, nervously looking at her best friend. “Tell me again exactly why it is you think I need to be completely bald. I’ve lived my entire adult life without having a Brazilian done, and I’ve been just fine.”

  “Have you really?”

  She scowled at her friend. Alright, so her life had been pretty dull lately, but a Brazilian? That seemed a bit extreme. It wasn’t like anyone was going to see it anyway. Jan walked closer and looped her arm a
round Rachel’s shoulders in a familiar gesture that had been getting them both into trouble for fifteen years.

  “Come on, Rach, live a little. You used to be so much fun. What happened to that wild spontaneous girl I used to know?”

  “She got lost, along with everything else in the marriage, before I got tossed aside for the younger model.”

  Jan pulled Rachel tighter against her body and squeezed. “Your ex was an idiot. Come on. It’s your fortieth birthday and you’re newly divorced. I thought we decided it was time to shed your inhibitions. You know ‘off with old, in with the new’.”

  “Yeah, but when we had that discussion, I didn’t think my bikini line was in question. I thought you were talking just a little spring cleaning.” Rachel blew out a deep breath. “Fine, but you are so buying me a drink when this is done.”

  She slowly walked forward like she was heading towards the guillotine rather than a waxing table. Tammy’s bubbly grin made Rachel want to smack her. With her eyes narrowed, she stared down the aesthetician. “You’re getting far too much enjoyment out of my discomfort.”

  “I promise you’re going to love the results,” Tammy replied. “I’ll leave the room and allow you to get comfortable. You’ll want to undress completely from the waist down.”

  “Jesus,” Rachel muttered. “But if I hear so much as a giggle out of either of you, I’m out of here,” she told them, ensuring her tone left no question that Rachel meant business.

  “You won’t hear a peep out of me because I’m waiting for you outside,” Jan told her.

  “What? You dragged me in here, and you aren’t even going to hold my hand?” Rachel whined.

  “Trust me, honey. This will be much easier on you without an audience.” Jan shuddered. “I know I certainly wouldn’t want you to see me having this done.”

  Rachel eyed the door, wondering if she could escape. “Why would it be that bad exactly?”

  Jan giggled. “It is going to be completely worth it when it’s done. You will feel like a new woman. Honest.” She reached out and squeezed Rachel’s hand. Instead of reassuring Rachel, it only increased her wariness. Just what the hell had she signed on for?