No Simple Sacrifice (Secrets of Stone Book 5) (34 page)

“That’s right, brother,” I roughed out, “Touch her. Now…with your tongue.”

A cry instantly spilled from Talia. “Ohhh!” she protested. “Not this!”

Fletcher kicked his head up long enough to catch my gloating smirk—and return one of his own. “But baby…you love
this
. The last time we did it, anyway.”

“No!” she blurted. “No, I—I—” As he leaned in, tonguing the most sensitive part of her neck, her whole body quivered. “Ohhhh, God! You’re both sadistic!”

“No,” Fletcher chided, while dipping his lips to one of her breasts. He palmed it, suckling everywhere, especially when he drew out the rosy tip. “You mean
altruistic
, right?”

“The altruistic sadists,” I said. “That has a nice ring to it.”

“I—I—ahhh!” Her voice stuttered as Fletch began worshipping her other breast. Her thighs scissored, betraying the ache she battled to alleviate. “It’s so much,” she gasped. “It—it’s too much!”

“It’s never enough. We will never have enough, Tolly.” To Fletcher, I murmured, “How does she taste? Is her skin a little salty?” Fuck, I loved sucking the ocean off her body—and knew Fletcher did too.

“It is,” he rasped. “Just a hint, though. Just enough to go perfectly with that sweet Talia taste.” He licked into the luscious valley between her tits, rolling his tongue across her tan skin until it gleamed from his attention.

“Mmmmm.” I rubbed my cock through my pants. All too well, I recalled her distinctive taste. Her skin was creamy, damn near magical…especially when the spice of her aroused pussy was blended into the experience. Like now.

It would never be enough…

“Look at that.” Fletcher murmured it, kneeling back to admire the effect of his mouth on her chest. He stroked along the rise between his own legs now. “Fuckable, yeah?”

“Her tits have never looked better. Heaved up…thrust out.”

I grabbed myself harder, squeezing in extra tight all the way to my balls. If I didn’t get things under control now, I’d never last. And tonight, my come was reserved for one place alone. All the deepest corners of her perfect little pussy.

“Do it, Fletch. Slide your cock between them.”

“Ohhhhh.” She sighed it this time. “God help me, I want it too. Please!”

Fletcher needed no further prompting. He dropped his pants in record time, then swung his legs into position, straddling Talia’s torso while gripping his erection.

“Damn,” he gritted. “This is already good.”

“Yes,” Talia returned in a high little purr. “You’re so warm…so solid.”

She tilted her head back as if making eye contact with him, even though she was blindfolded.

I stepped around and leaned in a little. “Can you see, you little minx?”

“No. I can’t. I promise. I was just imagining…from before. Remembering what he looks like, above me like this.”

“Do you like the feel of him holding you down even more with his body?” When she only nodded, I slid my thumb to her bottom lip, tugging slightly on that plush cushion. “Words. Out loud, Natalia.”

“Yes,” she said quickly. “I…I do.”

“That’s my good girl.” I caressed her cheek before glancing back to Fletcher. “Do it, brother. Fuck her perfect tits.”

Fletcher gathered her breasts in each hand before surging his cock forward, letting her flesh surround his. He grunted, his mouth opening to reveal his gritted teeth. My tormented groan wasn’t far behind. Holy fuck, this was good.

Her pert nipples pointed toward the stars, begging to be toyed with. I stepped closer, pinching the pretty buds between my fingers. Fletcher’s groan intensified. “That’s…amazing.”

“Don’t stop,” I coached.

“No fucking way.” His gaze fixated on the erotic perfection of me plucking her tips as his dick shuttled back and forth. With each fresh thrust, the head of his cock nudged her chin. For many minutes, only the sounds of our heavy breathing and her aroused sighs tangled with the ocean wind, until Fletch’s groans told me a redirection of the action was definitely needed.

I released my hold on her nipples. Left behind their rosy perfection to tug her head down a little, now aligning her lips with the angle of Fletcher’s dick.

“Open your mouth, Talia.”

With a little moan, she obeyed.

“More,” I growled—barely. The erotic
O
of her mouth was like something out of a fantasy. She’d been so perfectly formed for us…and I’d never walk away from her again.

Though she complied again, the motion was a little slower. Awkward. Unsure. That would be addressed right this second.

I leaned in, pressing my lips to her ear. “There’s no reason to be shy with us, little one. You are perfection, and you are safe. Now,”—I nipped her earlobe with my front teeth until goose bumps erupted along her arms—“You’ll do what I say, when I say it.”

She swallowed hard, then nodded quickly.

“Stick your tongue out.” I waited for her to comply, then gave her the push she wanted. “More.”

I looked over to Fletcher. “Don’t make her wait, brother.”

Chest pumping and teeth still locked, he scooted farther up…and laid his swollen cock on her tongue. He trembled, and so did she…but like the obedient girl she was, she waited for my next command. The site of her waiting with his erection laid on her tongue like a Eucharist blew my fucking mind. Not exactly the body of Christ.

“Suck him, Talia. Take him down as far as you can.”

Fletcher canted his hips forward, sliding in deeper. “Damn,” he grated. “Damn,
damn
; it’s like heaven in this mouth.” He looked down at her with reverence. “Thank you, baby. Now deeper. That’s it.
Fuck. Me.
”

I shed my own slacks while he worked into her mouth. I had to take a few strokes of my own cock after that last vision. Her painted red lips wrapped around my best friend’s shaft made me leak into my palm. I spread the moisture down my length and pumped my fist, distributing the slickness.

“Woman, what you do to us,” I finally rasped. “You know how badly I want to come by my own hand, just watching you suck him like that?”

She paused a moment to give a very cheeky reply. “Don’t let me stop you.” Remarkably, Fletcher chuckled—before shoving himself back in, silencing her from any more words.

“Is that what you’d like?” I charged, in a creamy tone. Where the composure came from, I had no damn idea. My cock felt like a runaway freight train, bound for a cliff with no bridge. I climbed all the way on the platform, making sure she could hear every brutal rasp of my hand on my flesh. “You want me to pump until I explode, baby? To shower my load all over your belly, your tits, maybe even into your mouth, along with my brother? But that’s only be if you ask me nicely.” I shrugged, at least for Fletcher’s benefit. “I think I might like to see that. Fletch?”

He groaned as she hollowed her cheeks, spit running out of her mouth, sucking him in earnest.

“Are you wet yet, Talia?”

She moaned around Fletch’s cock.

I reached for the rig point on the headboard. Released one of her hands from its cuff. “All right. Show me.” I guided her hand downward. “Let me see the sweet honey in your cunt, baby girl. Don’t stop sucking. That’s it. You can do it. Let me see all of it, Natalia.”

Her name was extended and erotic on my lips. I honored her with it just as she honored us with her compliance, her mouth bobbing up and down on Fletch’s dick, her fingers working restlessly on her drenched folds.

Still, I urged, “Show me Natalia.” My growl was like sandpaper from my pent-up lust. “More. Spread your legs wider.
More
.”

She released a muffled groan as Fletcher surged forward, his gaze honed on the spot where his cock disappeared into her hot, wet mouth. I didn’t blame him. These views were more breathtaking than all the sunsets we’d watched from this beach over the last few days.

I needed one of them myself.

Climbing off and moving to the foot of the bed was my perfect ticket. From here, I wouldn’t miss a second of this perfect show.

“Push your finger inside your pussy, Natalia.”

The second I said that, Fletcher twisted his neck to watch as well. My best friend was no dumb shit.

“Deeper in, baby. Fuck yourself with it. Do it as if we’re apart, and your cunt is starving for our cocks.”

More whining came from around Fletcher’s cock. He fucked her mouth faster and faster, barely giving her time to keep up. Newly focused on her oral talent—make that
Talent,
capital
T
—he braced hands on either side of her head, ramming himself inside her, giving her no choice about accepting him now.

“Sweet baby.” His voice was a sparse clench. “I’m so close. Take me down your throat, Tolly.” His back and neck muscles bunched, working to hold his body above hers. “Suck my come from me.”

“Do it, man. Fill her mouth with all you have. Empty yourself into her, until it all spills over.”

Fletcher groaned like something wild. Pumped his dick even harder. “Fuck me!” he bellowed, just before throwing his head back. His thighs coiled and his ass contracted as he pumped his seed down Talia’s throat.

It was the hottest shit I’d ever seen. The minute he was spent, I planned to climb on and sink balls deep into her.

As Fletch spent his load, I reached over and caught Talia’s hand. “I have better plans for that orgasm,” I instructed. Though her hand fisted, she let me set it aside.

When it seemed Fletcher had floated at least halfway back to Earth, I knocked him on the shoulder. He swung a glazed blue stare at me, nodding in exhaustion before rolling to her side. Despite his drained state, he propped himself up on one elbow to stare gratefully at Talia. He wiped at her lips, gently cleaning up after himself, then pushed away the blindfold in order to gaze fully into her eyes. She blinked up at him, awestruck and love-smitten, as he tucked a loose strand of her hair behind her ear. With equal care, he lowered a soft kiss to the shell of her ear.

“I love you, sweetheart. Always so brave. So giving.”

She smiled into his palm, and he cradled her tenderly. I watched for a moment, fascinated. It was a dichotomy that could only fit us: the explosive way he’d just fucked her mouth, followed by his tender care now… The whole thing had my heart tumbling in my chest like a lone blanket left behind in the dryer.

I crawled up her body, starting between her knees and moving higher, dragging my calloused hands against the flawless skin of her inner thighs. Almost at once, shivers moved through her body. She arched her back, wantonly opening her legs, filling my nostrils with the potent scent of her desire.

Fuck. Could she be even more ready for this than me?

I’d just pretend the answer was yes. Because god
damn
, what it did to my cock…

I motioned toward Fletcher, silently asking him to unhook her other wrist. Her shoulders had to be getting stiff by now. He rubbed them while I settled my own upper body between her thighs. I couldn’t be this close to her pussy and not have a taste. My mouth watered all over again as I leaned in, getting more of her feminine musk into my nose, my senses, my very blood. I wanted her inside me…invading every cell of me. Forever. For always.

My dick throbbed, perfectly painful and tight, as I licked up one side of her outer lips then back down the other. I intentionally avoided her clit…not that it wasn’t hell.

I repeated the pattern a few more times, forcing myself to take my time, to enjoy every gorgeous nuance of her soft moans…and the delicious taste of her sex. While I nibbled, I had to reach between my legs. A few strokes staved the pressure enough to keep enjoying her soft wetness…my perfect paradise.

But soon, even the extra pumps weren’t cutting it. I was beyond ready to explode.

I pulled up, stating to them both, “If I don’t fuck this beautiful cunt soon, I’ll embarrass myself.”

Fletcher snorted. “Wouldn’t that be fun to see.”

I didn’t give him even the courtesy of a glare. “Flip over, baby girl,” I instructed instead, “and raise that perfect ass for me.”

I backed off to let her shift position, resting on my heels in order to get the up-front view of every sensual motion. When she lifted her backside, Fletch slid a pillow beneath her waist for support. Perfect teamwork—always. I needed him in my life as much as I needed her. The time we’d spent apart proved how lost I’d be without
both
of them. Never again. I would’ve vowed it on a Bible, had there been one available.

And for that thought, I was surely going to hell—especially in light of my next action.

But even a saint couldn’t have resisted the lush temptation of her glorious backside, raised and ready to be touched…

fondled…

gripped…

and spread.

She sucked in a sharp breath, a gorgeous mix of arousal and embarrassment, as I blatantly examined the pucker of her most private area.

“One day, baby…this will be ours too.” I traced the sweet rosette with the tip of a finger. She flinched and grunted, but I held her hips in place with my other hand. “Ssshhh. Not tonight…but soon. You can count on it.”

I leaned in, sweeping my tongue from the top of her cleft to the little bud where my finger rested. Every single inch was delectable, a conclusion I expressed to Fletcher with a quick glance. He nodded, already sharing my mind about the subject. We’d start working on dispelling her taboos about this too. There wasn’t a place on her body that didn’t belong to us now. Inside and out, she was ours.

I rose back up, to rub the tip of my cock against her pussy’s engorged lips. She pushed back, trying to coax me inside, but I shocked both of us by pulling away.

“Wait,” I exhorted. “Just a little longer.”

Her head dropped. Her breaths expelled in desperate pants. “I…can’t…”

“Yes you can.”

“I’m going insane!”

“Me too, baby. Me too.”

“But—”

I halted her frantic bucking by sinking fingers into the flesh of her ass, gripping in hard. Didn’t release her until she’d stilled, though I felt the undulations of her muscles, so deep inside, fighting their need to be stretched, pushed, filled.

I released her. She sighed and settled again, waiting for me to continue. For all her pouting and protests, the woman loved being mastered by both of us.