What Remains_Reckoning (17 page)

His mouth hovered close to her ear as he leaned down, licking her nape. “God, you feel so fucking good against me. I might just come from holding you.” He lowered his hands, tracing her ribs, avoiding her wound before splaying them on her waist. “It never ceases to amaze me how damn strong you are for being so small. God, we’re all easy double your size.” His fingers drew lazy circles on her flesh as he grazed them along her hips to her thighs, smoothing his hands inward until they were between her legs. “Open for me, sweetheart. Let Gunner and Ham see how much you want them to touch you. Lick that slick cleft of yours until you scream.”

“Fuck, Wolfe. You’re going to make me come just from the sound of your voice.”

“Good. Then we’ll get to watch you come twice.”

Shit. She wouldn’t last long with them touching her, let alone having Wolfe describe every action before it happened.

Ham and Gunner took their places, each claiming one of her legs. They crept up the bed, muscles tensing, the strong lines creating shadows on their skin. They looked every inch the deadly soldiers she knew them to be, and she damn near climaxed at the sight.

Wolfe tsked at her. “Are you trembling just from the thought of them touching you? Fuck, you’re killing me here.”

Morgan held her breath, anticipating that first touch only to moan out her breath when the men synchronized their efforts, both running a hand up her calves at the same time. The subtle differences in the feel of their touch made everything more real. More tangible, and she couldn’t stop from rasping their names as they both brushed their fingers along the silky skin of her mound.

Ham hummed, teasing the top of her slit with the tip of his finger. “You smell so damn good. I can’t wait any longer, baby. Wolfe. Gunner and I are a bit busy. Maybe you can show her how much we’d love to touch her breasts.”

Wolfe grinned against her hair. “Got your back.”

Wolfe’s hands skimmed back up her body, once again tracing her ribs before stopping at the curve of her breasts. He teased the sensitive skin with the pads of his fingers, making her chest heave from her increased breath. Then he slowly moved them upward, circling her nipples, making them tighten further. Tension coiled low in her groin as her nipples beaded against her flesh, straining outward until Wolfe’s fingers plucked at the tips, drawing a ragged cry from deep inside her.

Wolfe chuckled against her neck, nipping at her skin, adding another layer of sensation. “God, you’re gorgeous. Body strung tight, heart thrashing against the heels of my hands. You’re close and Ham and Gunner haven’t even started.”

She pressed her head against him, rolling it back and forth as pleasure whipped through her. “Please. Wolfe. God, it’s been so long.”

“You sound perfectly desperate.”

“I am. Are you really going to make me wait?”

“Waiting makes the end so much bigger. Besides, we want to make this first time last. Show you how beautiful you are. How fucking crazy you make us. No one’s ever gotten to us like this before. We never stood a chance.”

His declaration only made her body react more. Sweat beaded her skin as her pussy began to flutter. “You keep this up and I’ll come as soon as Ham or Gunner touch me.”

“Is that a threat? Or a challenge.”

“Fuck, Wolfe.”

He hummed against her ear, his fingers still working her nipples as he nodded. Twin lips kissed her hips and she bucked upwards, the need slicking her cleft demanding attention. Two hands smoothed over her flesh, caressing their way along her groin to the vee of her mound before slowly slipping inside her slit. They grazed her straining clit, dipping lower to probe her sex.

“God, Ham, Gunner. Yes. Right there.” Her thighs pressed open, giving them more room to move.

Hamilton chuckled against her skin, kissing his way down to her pussy. “So responsive. I can’t wait until you’re trapped between us, all of us joined.” He nuzzled her slit, placing an open-mouthed kiss on it. “Do you want that, baby? All of us loving you at once?”

“Yes. God you know I do.”

“Trust me. You can’t say it enough.” He kissed lower. “Say it again.”

“I want you. All of you, just please.”

“Please, what?”

“Damn it, Ham, I’m going to go over with or without you and Gunner. And I’d much rather have your mouth on me when I do.”

“Fuck, Morgan.” Hamilton elbowed Gunner. “Hold her open, bro. Our girl’s rather demanding.”

Gunner’s fingers landed on her mound then eased between her lips, drawing the drenched skin apart. “Seeing as it’s our first time, maybe we can let it slip this once. But we’re determined to spend the foreseeable future loving you. That can’t be rushed.”

“You can take it slow next time.” Once her need didn’t consume every thought until simply breathing seemed like an act of sheer fortitude.

Her clit fluttered at the sudden rush of cool air, and Hamilton groaned, nipping it as it tensed a second time. He flicked his tongue the length of her slit, pausing to push it inside her. The warm, wet intrusion nearly pushed her over, and she felt her body start to quiver.

Gunner sighed. “She’s close, Ham. No more teasing.”

Ham hummed against her pussy, the vibrations making her moan. God, they’d only just started, and she knew she wouldn’t be able to hold her release off much longer. It was too hot, too close. Their touch too loving for her to battle against. She pressed her head into Wolfe’s chest as she speared her fingers through Gunner and Ham’s hair in a last desperate effort to hold off. Give them the time they wanted. Then both men sank a finger inside her sex, the combined pressure making her channel contract, and she broke.

Heat spiraled upwards through her groin, whirling into her chest before billowing outwards, stealing her breath as her body heaved, moisture slicking the fingers still moving inside her. Her vision dimmed at the edges and she closed her eyes as her orgasm peaked, drawing a muted scream from somewhere deep inside as she arched her back then collapsed against Wolfe, spent. Her hands fell from Ham and Gunner’s hair as her thighs opened to rest against the mattress.

Colors flashed in the darkness as her muscles relaxed, pure pleasure warming her skin. God, she’d never come that hard, that fast. Never felt so damn satisfied, and they hadn’t even made love yet. Hadn’t sought their own release.

Wolfe chuckled against her skin. “I’m going to go out on a limb and say you enjoyed that.”

“Smartass.” She licked her lips, finally prying her eyelids apart.

Hamilton grinned up at her, giving her a wink as he lifted his finger and sucked off the remnants of her climax before motioning to Gunner. She glanced at the other man, moaning when he did the same.

“Damn. You boys are going to kill me.”

Ham smiled, crawling up her body until his mouth lingered an inch from hers. She could smell her release on his tongue, the heady scent making her pant. Fuck, she needed them.

Morgan didn’t wait for him to kiss her, grabbing him by the back of the neck and dragging him to her. A sweet tang flavored his tongue as it tangled with hers, and she knew she was lost. That she’d never want to spend another day without these men in her life. That she’d sacrifice herself for them without a moment’s hesitation. Without any regrets.

Ham raised a brow as he eased back, reaching up to tap the end of her nose. “You okay?”

She snorted. “I think I’m way past okay.”

“Does that mean we get to continue?”

“Only if you want to stay alive because if you three leave me like this, I’ll have to kick your asses, after all.” She looked at Gunner then over her shoulder at Wolfe. “I need you.”

Wolfe gave her a lop-sided grin. “You’ve got us, sweetheart. Now let’s see if we can make you scream again.”

Chapter Twelve

Wolfe held Morgan tight in his arms, not wanting to let go. Feeling her unravel against him had damn near sent him over, and when Ham had risen from between her legs, his face glistening with her release—he’d had to press his cock against her back to keep from unloading right then and there. Something about seeing the other man with Morgan’s juice clinging to his lips, made Wolfe want to tug Ham to him and taste her climax off his mouth.

He let the thought linger in the back of his mind as he pressed forward, holding Morgan close as he lowered beside her ear. “You sure you’re ready? Ham’s right. We can wait if you need us to.”

Her smile made his dick pulse against her back. “I don’t need to wait. Like I said before. I’m giving you my trust. Completely.”

His chest tightened at the depth of love shining in her eyes. Though she hadn’t said the words yet, he knew this meant more. After all she’d been through, trusting them to take control without abusing it went far deeper than any single declaration.

He gave in to the temptation to kiss her, holding her chin as he claimed her mouth, getting a ghosted taste of her release. Tangy sweetness mixed with womanly heat filled his senses, and he knew next time, he’d be the one with his tongue on her cleft.

“Fuck, sweetheart. You taste so damn good. I can see why Ham didn’t want you to come so quickly. You’re addicting.” He nipped at her lip, smiling at her low, throaty moan. “I think Ham deserves a reward for making you scream for us, don’t you?”

Morgan’s gaze swung to Ham and her eyes dilated further as the man reclined across the bed, his cock long and hard against his stomach. She licked her lips, focusing on his shaft as it sprang up, leaving a thin trail of pre-cum from the tip to his belly.

Wolfe tsked at her. “You can taste Hamilton next time.”

She looked back at him, pouting.

He chuckled. “If you’re a good girl, Gunner might see to those needs, but for now, let’s show Ham how much you loved coming on his tongue.”

“Fuck, Wolfe. I’m not going to stay conscious long enough to love all three of you if you keep talking like that. I swear I could orgasm from your voice, alone.”

“And I’d like nothing more than to put that to the test one day.” He gave her ass a light tap. “Hamilton.”

Her head turned toward the other man and she crawled over him, looking like a damn predator about to claim its prey. Fuck she was hot. Her ass swaying, those pouty pussy lips still glistening. Hamilton cupped her breasts as she swung one leg over his thighs, straddling him. Her head lolled back as the man squeezed her nipples, drawing a raspy moan from her.

“God damn.” Gunner moved forward, latching on to one side, making her flesh disappear inside his mouth only to reappear damp from his tongue.

Wolfe scooted forward, straddling Ham’s thighs as he reclaimed his place behind Morgan. He reached his hand around her body, smoothing his fingers over Ham’s as he helped the man present her breast to Gunner. Gunner grinned, dropping a kiss on her nipple before licking it into his mouth. Morgan exhaled harshly, grabbing a fist full of Gunner’s hair as her head hit Wolfe’s chest. Her body writhed within his embrace, her breathing loud in the still room.

Gunner released her nipple, kissing it again before furrowing her brow as he gazed at her flesh. Then he leaned forward, licking and sucking the underside until he brushed over Wolfe and Ham’s fingers. The man paused as if unsure of his next move before biting at their fingers then sucking them inside his mouth, tugging on them with devastating pressure.

“Fuck, Gunner.” Ham threw his head against the mattress, any further words morphing into a hiss of air.

Wolfe clenched his jaw, every pull of Gunner’s mouth making his cock thicken to the point he had to work through an old deployment pattern to keep from creaming Morgan’s ass. Gunner grunted then released them, once again claiming Morgan’s nipple. Wolfe bent over the woman, trying to catch his breath as he watched the man work her flesh, only now he knew how it felt. How he used his tongue in just the right way to make each tug feel hotter, stronger.

“Gunner. God. I’m going to come if you don’t stop.” Morgan pulled on his hair. “Please. Not yet. I need you guys inside me, and I don’t know that I can stay awake if I keep unraveling like this.”

Gunner hummed, making Morgan shout his name before he eased away, rising up to take her mouth instead. His hands fisted in her hair, tilting her head back until it pressed hard against Wolfe. Wolfe cupped her waist, holding her still as Gunner ate at her mouth before nipping and licking the length of her neck.

“Damn, sweetheart. Watching him claim you. Shit. I never thought it’d be so fucking hot.” He slid his hands down to cup her ass. “But poor Hamilton’s still waiting. You ready to scream for us?”

He shuffled her forward until Ham’s shaft disappeared beneath her, his sac appearing below her butt. The man shifted his hands to her thighs, holding her still as he lifted his hips slightly. Wolfe knew the instant he’d entered her. Morgan’s mouth opened into a perfect O as her eyes squeezed shut. Her body quivered in his grasp and she rolled her hips, obviously trying to take the man deeper.

“Yes, oh, Morgan. You’re so tight, baby. Go easy. I’m not leaving you. None of us are. We can take this, shit…”

Morgan slammed herself down on his shaft, making Ham’s eyes close. She paused, her groin squished against Ham’s as her head once again fell against Wolfe’s shoulder.

“You’re killing all of us, sweetheart. Watching you take Ham, knowing it’s stretching you to the limit. Open your eyes and see what you do to him. To all of us.”

Her eyelids fluttered open, her head lowering until she seemed to focus on Ham and Gunner. She blinked a few times then her eyes widened as Gunner pushed onto his knees, his shaft hanging heavy between his legs.

Wolfe moved his lips in close to her ear. “You want him, don’t you? You want to feel his cock glide over your lips and into your mouth. Want to take him deep as he pumps his hips, mimicking every thrust Ham makes. You want to taste his release and know he trusts you enough to make himself vulnerable to you. To give you that power over him.”

The cords in her neck strained as Ham used his hands to lift her up only to slam her back down again. Her breathing quickened and a deep flush laced along her flesh.