Faithful in Pleasure (13 page)

She laughed. “I’m excited.”

He grinned. “I’m glad to hear that.” They reached the door and he turned to face her. “You remember the rules.”

It was a statement, not a question, but she nodded anyway.

Houston surprised her by giving a knock on the door. Darius opened it, and she bit her lip as a surge of lust fired her veins. He wore a low-slung pair of lounge pants, leaving his chest blessedly bare and so sexy she ached to touch him.

“Step in,” Houston ordered.

She stepped in and found herself trapped between two big bodies as Houston joined them and shut the door behind him. Darius reached down and found the hem of her shirt, pulling it over her head and reaching for her bra. Houston reached around her to undo her jeans and ease both them and her underwear down over her hips. She’d worn slide-on shoes and easily kicked them aside as he prompted her to lift each foot. Then she was completely naked.

She couldn’t see Houston’s face, but she could feel the bulge of his cock under denim where he pressed against her back. Darius, she could see. His cock was swollen, tenting the pants he wore and making her want to jerk them off and go to her knees to taste him.

“Blindfold,” Houston said, shaking her out of her lust-filled daze.

Darius held up a black cloth, and Houston reached over her to take it from him.

“What…?” She broke off with a sigh as the cloth covered her eyes, blocking out everything else. She couldn’t see anything. They seemed to have a thing for blindfolds. She wondered if they’d let her use it on them. She had to admit not being able to see them really did amplify her other senses.

“Shhh,” Houston crooned behind her as she felt him tying the cloth in place behind her head. “Trust me?”

She took a deep breath and nodded. She did trust him.

“All you have to do for now is relax and feel. No work. Nothing but all the pleasure you can stand.”

“I like the sound of that.”

She felt Houston’s lips skimming her neck from her ear down, then he moved, his fingers grasping hers once more as he tugged her slowly toward him.

“Touch me.” He pulled both her hands up to his bare chest, and she wondered when he’d taken his shirt off. “Use me to guide you where I want you to go.”

Each step he took, she followed. She could feel the air cooling, feel her nipples tightening and her pussy contracting. No matter what he had planned, she knew without doubt, she’d enjoy every moment of it.

“We’re here. Let me guide you.” His hands helped her, until she was sitting up on something. She felt around with her hands trying to figure out what it was.

“Massage table.” Houston said. “We’re going to start here. We’ll touch every part of your body, massaging, rubbing, touching.” He pressed her backward with his body, using his arms to help her as she lowered until she was fully reclined on the table. “I want you to be completely relaxed before we move on, completely sated, as if the bones in your body have melted into pools of pleasure.”

She parted her lips, but his fingers kept her words trapped inside.

“Shhh. No words. Just feel, Melda. Just feel.”

The first thing she felt was the drizzle of heated oil over her skin. It painted a trail over her chest, across her stomach, and onto her thighs. Then three sets of firm hands touched her, skimming, rubbing, kneading. They worked the oil into her skin, their fingers managing to entice and arouse as they soothed and caressed.

She could tell who was touching where just by the feel of their hands. Amazing how quickly she’d become attuned to their touches. Cruz was at her feet, massaging her from the knee down. Who knew how sensual it could be to have someone rubbing and caressing your feet, the back of your knees, and all along your calf muscles?

Darius was running his long fingers over her stomach down along the tops of her thighs and back up. He touched all around her pussy, but never gave it more than a brief touch. She was tingling with need, wanting to feel those slick fingers buried inside, rubbing her walls and caressing her clit.

Houston was working her arms now. He’d caressed her breasts, stimulating her nipples into taut points of need before moving on to her shoulders and neck. Now he was working his oiled fingers down her arms to her wrists, then back up.

They were pampering her, and she loved it. She’d never dated anyone who really pampered her, and why was that? She was too relaxed to think on it now, and really, it didn’t matter. She was getting it now, from them, and they’d all expressed a desire for this to be more than a fling. Could she agree?

“Shhh. Relax.” Houston’s voice crooned by her head as he ran his fingers across her forehead and rubbed her temples. “I can practically see your brain working by the expression on your face. Just let us take care of you. That’s what we want to do.”

“I thought this was your night? You’re doing this for me, and I appreciate that. But if this is about me quitting my job or the letters, I’m okay. I promise.”

Houston bent low to kiss her softly on the lips. “This is what I want. I want to show you how much you mean to us. We want to pamper you, to treat you the way you deserve, to shower you with all the things you’ve been hoping for. Because we want them to, and we want them with you.”

“Then make love to me,” she pleaded. “All of you. Make love to me.” She lifted her hands and removed the blindfold, wanting to see them.

Darius and Cruz both glanced at Houston, and she watched, as they seemed to have a private conversation with just their eyes. She wondered what they had been through in their time together as Marines that they were able to be so close and read each other so well.

Houston’s gaze met hers as he moved to her side across from Darius. He slid one hand under her knees and the other behind her back, lifting her high against his chest, and carried her down the hall toward the bedroom they’d been using. Darius and Cruz followed.

Houston laid her softly on the bed before stepping back. She watched avidly as all three stripped the rest of the way, each of them so breathtakingly masculine she almost moaned.

Houston joined her first, kissing his way slowly up her body. He’d stop to tease a spot with his tongue, nibble it with his teeth, before moving on. He licked over her pussy, nipping her clit between his lips before kissing over her quivering belly and using his teeth and tongue to bring her nipples throbbing with need.

“Houston,” she moaned his name, her hands reaching for him.

He lifted his head and smiled at her. “We’re going to take turns making love to you. One at a time. We’ll bring you to orgasm after orgasm until none of us can hold back any more.”

“Yes,” she panted in agreement, writhing beneath him on the bed.

“And when you’re limp with pleasure, when we’re hovering on the edge of joining you, that’s when we’re going to surround you and mark you as ours.”

Her eyes flew to his gaze, seeing the dominance there. It turned her on to see the way his eyes and his manner screamed
mine
when he looked at her. Darius and Cruz both wore the same expressions. She’d always thought if a man looked at her like that, she’d be angry, thinking he saw her as weak or incapable. Instead, she felt empowered, as if there was something incredible about her to inspire such feelings in not one but three men.

Houston came to his knees between her sprawled thighs and took a condom packet from Cruz. She sat up and took his cock in her hands, running her palms up and down his length before leaning in and placing a damp kiss on the head.

“Let me?” she asked and watched his abs clench as he took a breath and handed her the opened condom.

She took pleasure in slowly rolling it on him, reaching down to caress his taut scrotum with her nails as she finished. He gritted his teeth and groaned as he gripped her by the wrist and eased her back down to the bed. His cock rubbed along her crease, slipping between the slick folds of her pussy. The massage oil made her skin slippery, and she loved the feel of his body rubbing over hers as he took position between her thighs. He used his hands to lift hers above her head and held them imprisoned there.

“I want you to keep your eyes on my face,” he crooned. “I want to watch your every expression while I pleasure you.”

His cock lodged at her portal, and holding her gaze, he thrust deep. She moaned in approval as he began a steady rhythm. She dug her heels into the bed, bending her knees and arching up into each thrust, wanting more, wanting harder, deeper.

He slid both her wrists together and held them with one hand. He used his other to pinch and tug her nipples as he sped up.

“I know you like this. I can see how excited you are. I can feel it in how wet your pussy is. You feel so good gripping my cock, clenching around me and working to hold me in.” He shifted his hips, changing the angle of penetration just enough to have her crying out. “You like that, baby? Mmmhmm. I can see how much you do. You going to come for me, baby? I want to feel you coating my cock with your juices.” He continued to pinch and tug her nipples, slamming deep and pressing close enough to give her just the right amount of friction on her clit.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” Melda yelled, thrashing against his hold. She wanted to reach for him, to grip his shoulders, run her fingers through his hair, or grab onto his bulging biceps. She just wanted to touch him, hold him, as she flew toward orgasm.

“That’s it, baby. Come for me,” he commanded. “Come.”

She flew. Her body shook with the force of her orgasm. Dominance shouldn’t turn her on this much, but it did. While she was still crying out with pleasure, he pulled his cock free and released her hands to glide down her body until his mouth was at her pussy. He used his fingers to hold her wide and took her with his mouth, using his tongue to fuck her instead. His mouth sucked at her juices, his teeth grazing over her quivering flesh.

“Houston,” she moaned.

He eased back, switching to soft kisses and gentle licks as she came down. Her thighs trembled from the force of her orgasm, and he steadied her with easy touches meant to soothe instead of inflame.

“You’re so beautiful, Melda,” he whispered, then slid completely off the bed.

Darius moved toward her, his rigid cock already sheathed and ready. He walked up from the end of the bed on his knees. He took her feet in his hands and lifted them up as he moved so that by the time his cock was kissing her folds, her feet were at his shoulders. He turned his head and placed a soft kiss on each foot before dropping his hands to grip his shaft and rub it through her juices.

“Keep your feet there for now,” he ordered, and she was more than willing to comply.

He pressed his head inside her pussy, and, holding her gaze, he leaned in, seating himself balls deep inside her. She moaned, her feet automatically pressing against his shoulders as she lifted into him.

“Easy, sweetheart,” he whispered. “Let me know if this is uncomfortable.” He reached down to brace one hand on the bed and leaned over her until she was bent with her knees against her chest, her feet still on his shoulders.

“You’re so deep,” she moaned.

“Feel good?”

“So good,” she promised as he shifted, pulling free before sinking back in. “Ahhh.”

“You’re so wet. Your pussy is like liquid heat licking over my dick. I’m going to make you come again. I want to make you feel so good.”

“Yes,” she agreed with a cry.

He used his free hand to slip under her ass and lift her just a bit more. She rocked up into him, craving each stroke he gave her and demanding more. Already she could feel her body igniting with renewed pleasure. The beginning of another orgasm rippled in her womb.

What would it be like to have this every day for the rest of her life?

“Darius!” she cried his name as he thrust a little faster, surged a bit deeper.

“That’s it, sweetheart,” he whispered as she moved against him. “Show me what you want. Tell me.”

“Harder,” she panted. “I need you to fuck me hard. Yes, oh, God. Just like that. Don’t stop! Don’t stop! Oh, God! Daaarrriiiuuusss!” She drew his name out as another orgasm ripped through her. She fought, but she couldn’t keep her eyes open this time. Her legs and toes were tingling. She swore her arms were numb. And this was only her second orgasm.

Darius pulled free of her, his body shaking, and she knew just by looking at him that he had been close to joining her. Cruz immediately joined her but surprised her by rolling them until she was on top of him.

“Help her get up so she can ride my face,” he ordered, and Darius and Houston moved to accommodate.

She gripped the headboard as her knees hit the bed beside his face. He dove in with no reservation, using his teeth, tongue, and hands to work her quickly back up.

“Oh, God! Oh, God!” she wailed. “I can’t. It’s too much. It’s too much.”

“You can,” Houston told her. “Let Cruz taste your orgasm. Let him gorge on that sweet juice. Ride his tongue.”

She threw her head back and rode.

Darius reached out and began playing with her nipples.

“I’m going to come! Oh, God! Cruz!” She was trembling from head to toe. Her hands were clenched so tightly on the headboard that her fingers were white. Her legs shook with the exertion of staying upright. She was a little afraid she might pass out this time. The pleasure was too much, too intense and powerful, as if she might splinter into pieces from it.

And then she was coming. She could feel Cruz licking and sucking her. Her nipples were hard throbbing points against Darius’s hands.

“That’s it, baby. Let yourself go. We’ve got you. We’ll take care of you,” Houston’s voice whispered from somewhere beside her. And she trusted him. They would take care of her.

She was still gasping when Cruz turned his head to plant a series of kisses along the inside of her thigh.

“I’m on the edge here, darling. If I get my cock in you, I’m coming. As soon as we get you on your back, I’m going to jack my cock off.” He groaned. “I want to see my cum on you.”

“Yes,” she agreed with a moan.

Two sets of hands reached to steady her as Cruz slipped his head from between her knees. He moved quickly, and she found herself eased down until her back met the covers and she was lying limply atop the bed. She blinked her eyes open and licked her lips as she took in the three virile men kneeling on the bed around her, working their cocks with their hands as they watched her with hooded eyes.