Men Times Three

by Edwards, Bonnie

  “Start from the bottom and work your way up.”

  God, he wanted to and when he reached the top of her thighs, he’d…

  “Oh, you mean your hair,” he muttered and lifted the tips of the left side. He sprayed the conditioner liberally along the hair shafts then held a hank of hair. He combed out the bottom third with long sure strokes. The well-lubricated hair separated more easily with every pass of the comb. Live silken threads. Beautiful thick sheets of hair draped his hands as he worked. Eli loved the erotically repetitive action.

  Sensual and elegant, her hair wrapped around his palms until he tugged her head back with easy but steady pressure. He exposed the shell of her ear for a nibble and he heard the most delicate sigh as he tasted her. “Like that?”

  “Mm.” She tilted her head even more, offering her neck.

  He slid his lips down from her earlobe nearly to her shoulder. With a light nip, he saw her nipples bud into hard points and she moaned. He brushed his palm across first one then the other. “My hair,” she reminded him.

  In the mirror, he saw them entwined, her robe half open, the belt loose and all that glorious hair in a cascade of black heat.

  He continued with leisurely strokes of the rest of her silken fall until it shone in the golden glow from the bathroom light. She reached up behind her head to lift her hair in a sensuous sigh of movement that took his breath.

  His cock rose hard and insistent. She shifted to face him with the satin of her hair twisted into a loose twine. “Show me your cock, Eli.”

  He’d never been so eager as he released himself to her scrutiny. With a flick, she wrapped the twine of silk around his shaft. She began a slow steady slide of hair on his hot flesh, wrapping him up tight and releasing the pressure just when he thought he’d scream for release. “Kylie, that’s—”

  “Hot?”

  His brain had mushed out and he could only agree. “Yes.” He watched the mirror for their profiles then looked down his body to see her focused attention. She clasped her hair with both hands and created a thick wall.

  She held the curtain half an inch from the dew-slick tip of his penis. “Now, push through,” she whispered.

  The sensation was like nothing he’d felt before. Not wet, but so soft, so tight and giving at the same time. Her robe fell wide open and she leaned in close so that his cock head kissed her pubis through the curtain of hair.

  He wanted to shoot this way. Spray his load all over her flat belly so his seed would drip down to coat her landing strip. “I could come this way.”

  “You will.” She looked at him, her eyes a promise. “Sometime.”

  He kissed her with open-mouthed greedy kisses, catching her naked waist under her robe. She shrugged it off, the hair play forgotten in a blast of need that swept him to the bed. He laid her out and took his time studying her length. Long, strong limbs, exotic beautiful eyes, soft kissable lips and golden skin, Kylie took his breath away.

  He trailed a fingertip from her bottom lip, down her neck and between her ample breasts. The softness of her belly gave under the gentle pressure of his touch until he ended at the apex of her thighs. A thin line of hair guided him to her clitoris. She closed her eyes and arched toward his finger in a silent plea.

  She wanted him. She wanted this.

  Kylie waited while Eli undressed. He’d showered and had only half dressed for his stroll down the hall. He dropped his shirt and jeans in a pile, never taking his eyes from her. No socks and no underwear. She knew he was large and had admired him many times, but now, as he stood before her buck naked and ready, she saw him completely nude for the first time.

  Eli O’Banion was a lover to be reckoned with. He was solid from his shoulders down and that included his package. Long, thick and fully aroused, he was a wonder.

  “I like what I see,” she said. “You’ll do.”

  He grinned and his brown hair fell over his brow while his laser blue eyes burned with the hottest flame. When his finger had brushed her clit, she’d wanted to open for him, but it seemed too much too soon. She was glad she’d waited.

  Once she felt his hands on her again, there would be nothing but Eli, and the anticipation felt exquisite.

  Her knees moved restlessly as he gazed at her from the bedside.

  She wanted more than a quick rough tumble. “I want long and slow and thorough.”

  “Whatever you want,” he promised. “I’m your man.”

  She patted the mattress and he joined her with a heavy sigh. For the first time since this idea had formed between them, she had an attack of nerves that must have shown on her face.

  “You don’t have to be afraid.” He scooped her close and she let Eli’s heat steam along her nerve endings.

  “I’m not. I just don’t know how to tell you to shut up. I want to do this”—she waved her hand between their naked bodies—“I want to like this, but I don’t want to like you.”

  “I should be offended but I’m too horny to think.”

  The quip was exactly the right thing to say. She grinned and relaxed as he bent to kiss her. His mouth was toothpaste, and Eli coaxed her tongue to tangle.

  “You’re so beautiful when you’re happy. Your face lights up and your eyes shine.”

  “Most men don’t focus on that.”

  “That’s where real beauty begins.” His eyes took inventory and his hands roved. “You have luscious breasts. I love your dark nipples and your black curls here.” He skimmed her mons, making her breath catch again. “So golden,” he said, “your skin’s smooth as velvet over sleek muscle. I want to touch you all over. Inside and out.”

  To test her, he slid his fingers to her curls. “You’re so wet.”

  “Have been since we were in the kitchen together,” she confessed against his lips. “Touch me.”

  Her outer lips bloomed as he swirled her moisture over her rubbery flesh. As hard as he was, she felt soft and open. He slipped a finger inside and she gave him a throaty moan of approval. She rolled her hips toward his questing hand, then bore down to take more.

  So hot. So needy. “Eli, now!”

  Still he swirled his tongue around her turgid nipple. He plucked the other until she threw her leg over his hip in blatant invitation.

  “Kylie, look how wet you are.” He slid two fingers into her in one smooth stroke. “You could take another finger, but I’d rather have my cock inside.”

  He rolled to cover her. “You fit so well.” He slid his palms to her ass and tilted her up to receive him.

  He brushed her slit with his sheathed cock. “Clever man,” she said as she grabbed his ass and widened to take him in.

  “Fully charged.” He nodded. “You’re so fucking soft, like slippery hot satin.”

  Enough talk. She hooked her legs around his hips. “Now.”

  “Now,” he said. He kissed her with deep need. He pressed his full head in an inch and her inner walls softened in welcome.

  She hitched her legs higher. “I’m full. I feel so—”

  “Right. You feel so right,” he said against her lips.

  “Yes.” She sighed.

  He rocked and slid in deeper. His cock throbbed inside her as his heart hammered against hers. He lifted her hips higher and stilled.

  So deep, so thick. So hard.

  Oh, yes, the man was thorough to a fault. She kissed heat and hard man. To slow herself, she set her face into the crook of his neck to breathe him in. His palms settled on her hips as he measured the span of her from waist to hipbone. The sexy feel of him testing her went to her head and she moaned.

  Eli kissed Kylie again and again while keeping his pace slow. Buried inside her sweet wet heat, his balls contracted hard as walnuts. “Can you move?”

  She rolled up, then down, pulling on the head of his cock with each tight millimeter. “Oh. That’s good, so good.”

  He pulled out to his tip, then slid in again, watching her eyes widen with the new sensation. Her hips rolled with his and soon picked up
his new rhythm. Her breathing changed, quickened, as her eyes rolled back and closed.

  He licked his thumb and used it on her clit. He rolled the nub with each buck of his hips.

  “Yes. Do that again.” Her breath went ragged as moisture flooded her pussy. He felt the slick slide, scented the fresh arousal.

  She was fully with him now, open and yearning and rocking her pussy along the length of his cock. She cried out and he felt contractions surround him. Deep, strong, her walls grasped and clasped and eased and took, milking him.

  “Hold me. I’m coming!” The words burst free as his first surge began. She wrapped her legs tighter, held him in her arms and rocked him into the abyss.

  Heart hammering, he lost all control and slammed into her. He shook with the power of orgasm and held her tight. Her face shone with joy and surprise and something close to affection filled her gaze.

  If it were any other woman, he might believe it.

  In the first blush of the aftermath, he dropped his lips to hers once more. She grinned against his mouth. “That was wonderful. Thank you.” She wriggled her hips as if to suck even more sensation out of him. “You’re very good at this.”

  He rolled off and tucked her into his side. “You’re a natural. And it’s I who should thank you.”

  Her hand trailed down his belly, bringing a clutch to his gut. He could take her again, right now. “You like that?” she asked.

  He nodded. “Don’t you?” And he ran his hand down her warm silky belly to her curls. He grinned when he felt her muscles jerk in response. His forefinger found her round nub and swirled. She sighed and let her legs fall open. “Greedy already?”

  He didn’t bother to wait for confirmation and slid his finger into her. He rested his head on her belly and plunged in as deep as he could go. “You feel okay? This isn’t too intense?”

  “It’s wonderful.”

  “I’ll be right back. Stay just like this.”

  Once in the bathroom he disposed of the condom, then returned to her. He set his hand palm down on her belly to hold her in place. “We’re not finished yet.”

  “We’re not?”

  He shook his head, and when her eyes glowed with heat, he said, “You need more.”

  “I do?”

  He couldn’t tell her how much more he wanted. This may be their only time, especially if they went back to sniping at each other.

  “I’ll give you whatever you need.” He knelt at her feet, opened her legs and hooked them over his shoulders. “You’re rosy pink and luscious.” He parted her outer lips to expose the deeper darker pink of her slash. “I’m going to kiss you. Right here.” He touched the tip of his finger to her clit, then rimmed her labia. “And here.”

  She jerked.

  “And then, I’m going to slide my tongue in here.” He slipped a finger into her sexy little hole and turned so she felt the pull of his knuckle.

  “Oh, God,” she muttered. “Yes. Do that.”

  “You’ll come again. Do you want to?”

  She nodded.

  He parted her labia with both thumbs and held her open for his tongue. He swirled and licked her clit until she moaned. Fresh moisture slid to his mouth, delicious, spicy and all her own. “You’re so tasty, I could eat you all night.”

  Her answer was another moan accompanied by a raise of her hips in offering. So giving.

  Eli gave her more than she thought he could. Sensation was a riot that overtook her, a temptation to which she’d never fallen.

  Here, with Eli of all people, she felt safe. He didn’t care for her, didn’t so much as like her, so if she gave herself the freedom to let go, it didn’t matter. He wouldn’t care. He wouldn’t be around long.

  A pulse rose from her depths as he suckled and licked. Awash with need, she pressed up for more of his mouth. The sound he made as he lapped at her, the deep and wild sensations helped her float away, adrift. Above herself, and free, Kylie wasn’t Kylie anymore.

  She was woman, fecund, rich with earthy needs, willing to give and take and feel the ripeness of completion.

  Another pulse, stronger now, swept up, up, up into her chest, her heart as she crowned. “Oh. Eli.” A cry tore from her lips as he pushed her higher and higher toward the sky.

  When she fell again, it was into the safety of his arms. His lips worked her as she cupped the back of his head to keep him there so she could wring every last sensation from his mouth and tongue.

  Her bloodless legs sagged as tension flowed away and Eli let her settle back to the soft mattress. She closed her eyes to enjoy the last of the orgasmic pulses. “That was spectacular.”

  She stretched her arms over her head and touched the iron bedstead. Clasping the metal bars, she arched her back to enjoy a languorous stretch of muscle and ligaments.

  Eli’s breath caught and she peeped an eye open. He was caught by the sight of her stretched out, his eyes glowing with primal need. Hard planes and tight control, his face went rigid as he watched her stretch and arch. She’d seen men gaze at the length of her legs, her long waist and heavy breasts, but this was different. He’d tasted her secrets, been inside her, had cleansed and licked her.

  Eli had kissed her with gentleness and swift desire in turn.

  She liked the way he looked at her, as if he could do it all again.

  Then she noticed his cock, strained full and ready. A dew drop seeped from his tiny slit. She licked her lips and his eyes caught on her mouth.

  “Let me do that to you. What you did for me,” she offered. This would be a first for her. “Bring yourself to my mouth.”

  The mattress moved as he settled his knees on either side of her shoulders. She plumped the pillow behind her head and took the tip of his cock against her lips. The silky dew tasted salty on her tongue. “You’re so hot here.”

  The soft ridge around the cap fascinated her and she spent long moments enjoying his moans of encouragement. “Yes, do that,” he implored. “More, yes, scrape your teeth—Jesus. This is—”

  She stroked his shaft while she tongued him. A glance to his face proved his enjoyment. Experimenting with technique brought more groans until he rocked slowly in and out of her mouth.

  His balls felt like rocks when she reached for them. A slow, pumping squeeze made the bed quake with his shudders.

  His cock flexed while his body stilled just before she felt his balls go rock hard. Spew, salty and hot, filled her mouth. His releasing spurts at the back of her throat startled her, but his cry of intense pleasure pleased her.

  She swallowed everything he gave her and jerked when his stealthy hand found her pussy. The man was insatiable.

  He rolled to the bed beside her, his fingers lightly stroking through her curls. “Fuck,” he said, “you’re unbelievable.”

  She opened her legs and let him rub her into another orgasm.

  He wasn’t the only one who felt greedy.

  She was voracious and spent the rest of the evening proving it.

  Three hours later, they rinsed soap off each other in the shower and stepped out to dry off. She wrapped her ropes of hair with a towel while they shuffled and twisted around each other in the tight bathroom. “How long will you be here?” she asked.

  He had one foot on the rim of the tub while he dried his toes. “I could stay the night or go back to my room. Whatever.” He turned his head to catch her response.

  “No, I didn’t mean tonight.” She felt the heat of a blush. “How long will you be on the Peninsula?”

  He rose to full height and faced her. She clutched her towel a little tighter over her breasts. His eyes turned assessing. “I don’t know how long I’ll be here.”

  “Well, then, when will the cabins be done?”

  “You in a hurry to see me leave?” His brows knit and his voice went harder than it had been all evening. “Or do you want to pretend that I’ll stay?”

  “No, yes—NO!” She swallowed and tried to form her question in a different way. “I’m just curious
.” This is why she didn’t like him. He confused her.

  What’s worse, he liked it.

  “Or do you ask because you want this over and done already?” He slipped his hands to her waist. “Or because you’ve already had enough of me?”

  If she admitted she might never get enough of him, he’d run off even faster. Men never stuck with clingy women. “Just tell me when the cabins will be finished. And then you can move out to your brother’s place. Deal?”

  He raised both brows. “Deal. Although moving out at that point seems premature, considering I’ll be here through the entire tourist season. I need the work.”

  That said, he walked, stark naked, back down the hall and into his room. He couldn’t even bother to spend the night in her bed.

  21

  The next morning, Kylie looked for Eli in his room, but he was already gone. At least he was tidy. He’d made his bed and his towels were neatly hung in the bathroom. She guessed he’d learned in his travels to be a considerate houseguest.

  The smell of bacon and coffee told her where she could find him and she skipped lightly downstairs, ignoring the twinges between her thighs. She should have expected this, since he was so broad in the shoulders. It seemed all three O’Banions were proportionate. Deliciously proportionate.

  But he wasn’t in the kitchen and the bacon was only a lingering scent. He’d eaten breakfast and cleared his mess. At least there was still coffee in the carafe.

  The crew was arriving out back, so she checked the front of the inn. Eli turned from the deck of TJ’s truck loaded down with extension cords and power tools. When she opened the door, he looked up and frowned when he saw her.

  Oh, mama! Men on the Peninsula were born to wear plaid. Her heartbeat went thready as she took in the morning sun on his hair. Sun-bleached tips caught the light and brightened his brown hair and made his blue eyes bluer.

  “I’d like to talk to you, if I may,” she said. “Please.” She’d been rude before and wanted to start the day on a more pleasant note.

  “Why?” His tone was suspicious. She couldn’t blame him.