Double or Nothing (5 page)

She cried out, her fingers gripping the thick comforter in a stranglehold. Her hips surged upward and then she was flying, her body quivering with the strength of her orgasm. Wes had to grab his cock and squeeze hard to keep from losing it then and there. The power and beauty of feeling her come, of hearing her cries of completion almost pushed him beyond the point of no return.

He managed to rein it back, but knew time had run out for him. He had to have her. Now.

He reached out, grabbed a condom and ripped the foil packet open. He rolled the latex sheath on in record time, shifted so he was lying on his back and, with his brother’s help, lifted her over him. “Ride me, Cherry. Let me have you.”

Cherry was still trembling from her second explosive climax. Twice. Twice in the past half hour she’d come. That was a record for her, but she didn’t feel as though she was done. There was still a deep emptiness inside her demanding to be filled.

When Remy helped lift her over Wes, settling her on his lap, it didn’t feel the least bit awkward. Being in bed with the two of them didn’t feel wrong. It felt very, very right.

She peered down at Wes, noticing the fine lines that radiated from the corners of his eyes, a testament to long hours working under the unforgiving Texas sun. Passion darkened his blue eyes, giving them a stormy appearance. His jaw was strong and firm, stubborn.

“Ride me, Cherry.” His words rocked her to the bottom of her soul. If she had sex with Wes, with Remy, she’d never be the same again. They’d already changed something fundamental inside her, but if she took this final, irrevocable step, there would be no going back to the woman she’d been. They’d ruin her for other men.

So be it.

The alternative was to never know what it felt like to make love with them and that was totally unacceptable. She’d spent too many years wondering what she might have missed by running away, but she hadn’t found the courage to return home until now. Since both men wanted her and were fine with sharing, she no longer had the moral dilemma of wanting two men, two brothers. They were all old enough to know what they wanted.

Cherry planted her hands on Wes’ chest and slowly stroked them down his torso, feeling every hard muscle flex and jump beneath her touch. It was a heady sensation to have that much power beneath her hands. His cock jerked upward, demanding her attention.

She gripped his shaft at the base and slowly pumped upward. A muscle in Wes’ jaw clenched and his hips surged toward her.

“Put him out of his misery, darlin’.” Remy was reclining on the bed, looking both sexy and relaxed, as he watched her touch his brother. His cock was full and heavy too, the flared head red and engorged. Cherry licked her lips and Remy laughed.

“Put Wes’ cock inside you and then you can suck my dick.” Remy brushed a stray curl over her shoulder, smoothing his hand down her back. “You can take both of us at once.”

Could she? She peered down at Wes and then back at Remy. Both men were extremely aroused, but still allowing her to set the pace, to do as much or as little as she was comfortable with. Their concern and care for her had never been more apparent than it was at this moment.

A heavy weight seemed to shift off her heart, falling away, leaving her feeling lighter than she had in years. The past ceased to exist and tomorrow was nothing but a dream. All that mattered was now.

She came up on her knees and shifted over Wes until the thick head of his cock was pressed against her opening. She took a deep breath and lowered herself onto his thick shaft. Her pussy was tight and refused to admit him at first. Wes gripped her hips and pushed upward, not rushing but not backing away. Unstoppable, he kept up the unrelenting pressure until her body suddenly relaxed and accepted him.

Her inner muscles contracted and loosened and then Wes was sliding inward. Her sheath stretched around his hard length and her cream lubricated the way. He pulled her down until she was sitting on his pelvis, his cock filling her completely.

She gasped at the unexpected sensation of fullness. It was almost painful, but stopped just short. She felt every pulse of his cock, every twitch. Hands on his chest, she panted hard and waited for her body to become used to having him inside her. It had been a long time for her and Wes wasn’t exactly a small man.

“That’s it,” Wes crooned. “You’re doing great, sugar. You feel so good squeezing my dick tight.”

Her insides went even more liquid and she was left with the overwhelming urge to move. Before she could, Remy knelt on the bed next to her, his engorged cock jutting out in front of him. He gripped the shaft at the base and reached out with his free hand to cup the back of her neck. “Both of us. Take both of us.”

Uncertainty filled her, but so did determination. She leaned forward, parting her lips as she did so. Remy rubbed his cock head against her lips and his pre-come wet them. She licked her lips and tasted his desire. It was salty and musky, completely masculine and surprisingly arousing.

Beneath her, Wes groaned, his cock seeming to swell to an even greater size inside her. Her gaze flew to him and she realized he was getting even more turned-on watching her lick Remy’s cock.

A sense of feminine power flared inside her and Cherry twined her tongue around the head of Remy’s cock. Treating it like a lollipop, she licked and sucked the tip, running her tongue over the sensitive ridge.

“Tease.” Remy cursed under his breath, but he didn’t stop her. His hips surged forward, urging her to take more. Cherry opened her mouth wide and Remy fed his cock into it until he was touching the back of her throat. She gagged slightly, struggling with the unfamiliar sensation and he immediately backed off.

She reached out and grabbed the base of his shaft, stopping him from leaving her completely. She wanted to do this, wanted to give both of them the kind of pleasure they’d given her.

Remy stroked his hand over her head. “Whatever you’re comfortable with.”

Cherry began to move her hips, rising an inch or two off Wes’ cock before lowering herself back down. He gripped her hips, helping her move, grinding his pelvis against her on each downward stroke. At the same time, she set a slow rhythm of sucking Remy’s cock, letting his shaft fill her mouth and go all the way to the back of her throat. It didn’t take her long to get the hang of it. She kept her hand wrapped around the base of his shaft to give herself more control.

She lost all sense of time as she pleasured the two men, and found that in doing so, she was pleasing herself as well. Her nipples were as hard as diamonds, her pussy full but aching.

Remy’s pre-come slid down her throat, leaving her wanting more. She’d given head to her lovers before, but never had she enjoyed it so much. She felt so connected to the two men that their pleasure was her pleasure.

“That’s it, sugar.” Wes urged her to move faster, his hips flexing harder with each stroke. She’d thought it was impossible, but he seemed to be getting bigger, filling her even more. Or maybe it was her pussy clamping down on him harder. Either way her body was no longer in her control. It was an instrument of pleasure, one she both used and allowed to be used.

Remy’s fingers tangled in her hair, his cock sliding in and out of her mouth at a faster rate. Cherry closed her eyes and lost herself in the sexual act, the rising desire.

All her senses were magnified. The grunts and moans of both men and their harsh breathing were the only sounds she could hear above the pounding of her heart. It was amazing to her that she could easily identify which sounds were coming from which man even with her eyes shut.

The air in the room caressed her hot flesh, her nipples puckered tight, almost to the point of pain. The smell of arousal, of sex, permeated the space, surrounding her in a cocoon of sexual desire. The taste of Remy in her mouth and the pulse of Wes’ cock in her pussy pushed her higher, intensifying her passion to a razor-sharp edge.

Her eyes flew open when Wes slid one of his hands between her legs and found her clit. The unexpected caress made her entire body clench and she moaned. The deep, low sound vibrated around Remy’s cock and he swore.

“Whatever you’re doing, Wes, do it again. Her mouth is like having a hot, wet vibrator wrapped around my cock.” Remy’s fingers tightened in her hair, making her scalp tingle.

Wes stroked her clit again, this time pressing harder on the sensitive bundle of nerves. Cherry gasped and ground her pussy against him, wanting him harder and deeper. Her slick channel spasmed and clamped hard around his shaft. Wes yelled and thrust upward, his entire body rigid. His cock pulsed and she felt the ripples of his release spread through her.

The base of Remy’s cock swelled beneath her palm and he grew more frantic, pumping faster into her mouth. She held on tight to the base, taking as much of him as she could. She sensed the second he went over the edge. His release shot up his shaft and into her mouth. She swallowed, sucking hard, hollowing her cheeks so he received the most pleasure.

Remy yelled her name as he came, hips pistoning until he was empty. He pulled himself out of her mouth and stared at her. Instead of looking content and sated, he appeared even harder, rougher, his features taut. “God almighty.” He surged forward and captured her mouth in a kiss that made her toes curl.

Cherry could taste the remnants of her desire on his lips as it mingled with his release on hers. The combined taste was like nothing she’d ever experienced. Remy sucked the air right out of her body until she could barely breathe. It was only then he released her and sat back on his heels.

She sucked much-needed air into her lungs, feeling lightheaded. Wes tugged her down until she was lying on his chest. She didn’t object. Considering how she was feeling it was probably better for her to be lying down. She was spent, physically and emotionally.

Wes carefully slid his cock from her body, but he was still semi-erect and she flinched. The delicate tissues of her sheath were swollen and didn’t want to release him. Cherry immediately missed the sensation of having him fill her, felt empty without him. She frowned, not sure she liked how quickly she’d become accustomed to his intimate touch.

He kissed her forehead, her cheeks and her nose. “I’ll be right back.” He eased her to the side, rolled out of bed and left the room. A few seconds later, she heard the water running in the bathroom and knew he was disposing of the condom.

“Come here.” Remy was sprawled out of the bed behind her and he pulled her into his arms. She shivered even though it wasn’t really cold. But she’d worked up a sweat and wasn’t as hot as she’d been only moments before.

Remy snagged a folded quilt from the end of the bed and tugged it over them. He wrapped his arms around her and spooned her from behind. She snuggled close, allowing herself to claim the comfort of his embrace even though she knew it couldn’t last for long.

Wes returned moments later and climbed in beside her so he was facing her. He threw his arm over her waist. With him in front of her and Remy behind her she was sandwiched between the two large men. The bed was king-sized but seemed tiny with the three of them filling it.

Still, it felt nice and the combined warmth of their bodies and the quilt had her feeling cozy and sleepy in no time.

Cherry knew she should get up, get dressed and ask them to take her home. And she would. In a few minutes.

For now, she wanted to bask in the sense of well-being and belonging that filled her.

Chapter Five

Remy woke as he always did, immediately alert and ready for anything. Warm breath wafted over his collarbone and firm, full breasts pressed against his chest. Cherry. It hadn’t been just another erotic dream where he’d awaken unfulfilled. He tightened his arms around her, pulling her closer. She was actually here in his arms, in his bed.

He kissed the top of her head, inhaling the flowery scent of her shampoo. His cock was already hard. He’d tasted her passion and she’d sucked him off, but he hadn’t yet felt the hot clasp of her pussy around him. That was about to change.

“You awake?” He kept his voice low, not wanting to wake Cherry yet. He had a feeling she hadn’t slept much lately what with taking care of her father and his subsequent death.

“Yeah,” Wes answered.

“Hand me a condom.”

The bed dipped slightly, there was a crinkling sound and Wes handed him a condom. As much as he hated to move even an inch away from her, he eased back enough to enable him to slip on protection. That taken care of, he moved back in.

“Do you think she’ll stay this time?” Wes asked the question they both wanted answered.

“I don’t know. But I’m going to do my damnedest to make it happen.” Determined, Remy eased her hair away from her neck before nibbling on the soft skin. She smelled sweet, but with an underlying hint of sex and sweat. He caught a hint of his aftershave on her skin and his dick hardened. He liked the idea of her smelling like him. It appealed to the more primitive side of him, the one he kept under wraps as much as possible. If he had his way he’d have his name tattooed on her sweet ass so she’d know who she belonged to.

Remy traced his tongue over the sensitive whorl of her ear. Cherry moaned and rolled onto her back. Her eyelids fluttered open. “Wha—” The word was cut off by a groan when he tugged on her earlobe with his teeth.

Cherry reached up and touched the side of his face. He turned his cheek into her palm, wanting her touch, her gentleness. “Hey.”

“Hey,” he answered back.

“I fell asleep.” Her words were slightly slurred as if she wasn’t quite awake yet.

“Just for a little bit,” he assured her. He covered one of her breasts with his hand, loving the way her tight nipple pressed against his palm.

Wes took his cue from Remy and did the same with her other breast. Cherry’s eyes widened and her head swiveled on the pillow, going from one brother to the other. She swallowed hard. “It really happened.”

“Oh yeah, darlin’.” Remy carefully tugged on her nipple with his thumb and forefinger. Some women liked it gentle and some a little rougher. Some women didn’t like a man touching her breasts at all. He wanted to learn what made Cherry hot, what brought her the most pleasure.