Forty-Eight Hour Burn (8 page)

The idea of him fucking her in the ass turned her on. He knew it would. Her rapidly increasing attention to his cock proved him right. She wanted to know how he would prepare her. God, could he tell her without losing the tenuous hold he held on his own control?

“I’ve already started, darlin’.” He gyrated his finger in her bottom, letting it slip deeper when the muscles pinched at him. “Ah, God, feel how your body wants it? I’ll use lubrication, gel to make the penetration easier.” He would put a plug inside her, too, he decided. He didn’t want to do it, didn’t like the thought of a friggin’ toy exploring the deepest depths of her fiery hole before his cock, but it would be best for her. “You’ll feel the burn, but you’ll know the pleasure. Trust me, Georgia. You’ll love it. You’re already close to coming right now, just thinking about me fucking your ass, aren’t you?”

“Yes!” She shuddered as he pulled back only to ease in again. He fought to be careful, knew he should reach for that tube of lube now rather than to dry finger her ass. The friction his probing would create right now might bring her the wrong level of pain if he didn’t stop soon.

“You are not to come right now, Georgia.” He made his voice as stern as he could given that he teetered on the edge of his own release.

“But—a" She started to protest, but one last pressured push of his finger cut her off.

“Focus on my cock. Not on my finger,” he instructed her. “Stroke my cock. Feel the hard flesh in your palm. That’s it, baby. Jerk me off. I like it tight and hard. Mmm, God.” He lost his train of thought when she reached her free hand between his legs and found his balls. She cupped them in her palm, rolling them as she worked his cock harder still. Damn, but the woman’s grip rivaled his!

She whimpered when he pulled his finger free of her ass. He smiled, the anticipation of tonight’s pleasure more acute than ever now. “Get on your knees.”

She complied without question, sinking to her knees and opening her lips to take his cock inside mouth. He stopped her with his continued hold on her head.

“You aren’t going to suck my cock. Keep stroking, darlin’.”

“But I want to taste you. I want to swallow your cum.”

Gavin growled. “Woman, you can’t know what hearing something like that from your sweet lips does to me. You’re going to taste my come, but I’m going to blow on your breasts, not in your mouth. Keep stroking, baby. That’s it. God, I’m almost there.”

Christ, it felt as though she might jerk his very soul through the slit in his cock! Twin claws of pleasure and pain dug through the sensitive flesh of his cock and balls until he felt nothing beyond the senseless release that stole his mind. He came in violent bursts of semen all over her breasts and throat. His freaking knees wobbled, he came so hard, and still her stroking continued. He had to curl his hand around her wrist and physically remove her hand from his cock before she stopped.

Wordlessly, he tugged her to her feet and then leaned down to scoop a tongue full of his cum off the swell of her breast. Then he kissed her, transferring the taste to her mouth. She licked at it greedily, making him wish he allowed her to put that sinfully delectable mouth on his cock.

He broke the kiss and drew back to look at her, nearly laughing aloud at the wide-eyed expression of sheer disbelief on her face. “What?”

“You just drank your own cum.” Her baffled tone mirrored her expression. “I’ve never heard of a guy, a straight guy in any case, willing to do that.”

He did laugh then. He couldn’t help it. She could be so freaking cute. “I didn’t really drink it. I gave it to you.”

“But you still tasted it.”

He shrugged, loving the way he apparently blew her mind with that little move. She enjoyed it, too, watching him taste his own semen. He figured she would. Yet something else he learned from his mentor that served him well to please his woman.

“It’s not so bad.” He put his hands on her shoulders and rubbed them up and down her arms. “I’m proud of you. You didn’t come.”

She expelled a breathless laugh. “I nearly did. When you, um, did that thing with your finger, well, I almost did.”

He lifted a brow. “That thing with my finger? You want to be more precise?”

She blushed, a light tinge of pink to her already sexually flushed cheeks. “No, but you want me to be. When you fingered my ass. Now, are you happy?”

He let a grin overtake his lips from ear to ear. “Yeah, for now, at least. Even with my finger in your ass and all the pleasure-pain it gave you, you still held control. You’re learning, darlin’.”

Gavin pulled on his shorts. “Come on. Let’s go see what Randy rustled up for grub.” He took her hand and turned, but a tug on his arm stopped him.

“What about my clothes?”

“You don’t need them,” he told her simply and led her out of the bathroom.

* * * *

Mortification battled with an erotic sense of sexiness as Georgia allowed Gavin to lead her naked through his house to the kitchen. She felt immensely grateful the windows were closed, though she didn’t voice her gratitude aloud. Knowing Gavin as she did, he would likely open them for the neighbors to see.

They found Randy at the stove taking bacon from a frying pan. He turned when she and Gavin walked into the room, lust, heat, and an ever-present friendly comfort evident on his handsome face.

“I hope you like your eggs scrambled with pepper jack cheese.” His grin shined of a boyish apology. “It’s about the only way I know how to make them.”

“It’s about the only way I like to eat them.” Georgia smiled back.

Randy turned back to the stove, plating the remaining slices of bacon and setting the dish on the counter. He opened the oven, checked the biscuits inside for doneness, and then angled toward her and held out an arm. He drew her in for a long, tonsil-exploring kiss that left her breathless and a little befuddled when he eased away and smacked his lips.

“You taste like cum.”

Understanding dawned. Georgia cleared her throat. She tossed Gavin a look over her shoulder and found him leaning against the kitchen doorway watching the show. “I, um, ordered a Gavin shake for an appetizer.”

Both men cracked up.

Randy kept his second kiss shorter, but no less breathtaking than the first. “Nice one.”

“What’s for dessert?” Gavin crossed the kitchen to the refrigerator and began pulling out condiments.

Georgia turned herself so that her body pressed full to Randy’s, but she could still see Gavin. “I’m hoping I am.”

Gavin put the items he took from the fridge on the table and moved to her, sandwiching her between himself and Randy.

She let her head fall back on his shoulder, loving the feel of being between them this way. She could stay like this, she realized without an ounce of surprise, forever naked and squished between the men she loved for the rest of her life. But what kind of life would she truly have if she allowed them to control every aspect of it?

When she tipped her head back to meet Gavin’s gaze, she thought she saw the answer swimming in his eyes. She would have a life of excitement, passion, hot sex, and love. The new question that came to mind was if love could truly be enough.

“I’ve waited a long time to have you here like this with me, with us.” The unguarded emotion in Gavin’s tone brought a lump to her throat. He pushed a few strands of hair from her face with a fingertip, and then glided that finger down her cheek. “Have I told you yet how glad I am that you’re here?”

Unable to speak, Georgia shook her head.

“I am. I’m really glad you’re here, darlin’.”

Randy dipped his head, nuzzling his nose against her ear. “I’m glad you’re here, too, and I hope you’ll decide to stay.”

Right then, tangled in emotion, as well as the arms and bodies of the men she loved, Georgia couldn’t think of a place in the galaxy she would rather be. She opened her mouth to tell them so, but Gavin held his finger over her lips, silencing her.

He shook his head. “No decisions. Not today. You’ll have forty-eight hours before we want to know what you decide.”

“Forty-eight? But I thought—”

“Twenty-four with us and twenty-four without,” Gavin explained. “An equal amount of time to experience all we can give you and time to ponder if it’s really what you want.”

“Is that fair enough for you?” Randy asked, drawing her lobe between his lips for a tender suck.

“Yes.” More than when she thought about it. She hadn’t expected fairness out of them, hadn’t expected a choice. She intended to sway them toward some sort of compromise, but hadn’t thought she would get it unbidden. She thought her move with the bonfire last night would be taken as utter surrender.

Except, what had they just told her? She would, in essence, have forty-eight hours to decide the life she wanted. Not a compromise like she hoped for. An ultimatum, them or the life she wanted to lead.

Fear and anger threatened to destroy all she held in her grasp. Then, Randy delved his tongue in her ear and effectively licked away every emotion other than the overwhelming need that never died when in their presence.

“You did well in the bathroom. You held your control.” Gavin planted a kiss to her forehead, her nose, her cheek. “Are you ready to try it again?”

“I, um, think so.” Saying yes or no to such a question didn’t come as easily as it seemed it should. On the one hand, she burned with a fire to try anything with these men again and again and again. On the other hand, she got nervous thinking about what they planned to do to her next.

“You think so?” Randy tilted his head, amusement glinting in his eyes. Gavin moved aside, taking something from the countertop that Georgia couldn’t see. Randy stepped her backward across the kitchen. When they reached the table, he put his hands on her hips and turned her around. “Why don’t we help you to know so? Lay across the table, sweet thing.”

“Wh-what are you going to do?” Alarm snaked down her spine. His hands on her hips gripped tightly, holding her in place, adding another level to her trepidation.

“I didn’t hear him tell you to ask questions, darlin’.” Every drop of Gavin’s tender emotion drained from his tone, leaving only the cool authority of a true, dominate male. “Randy gave you an order.”

“But, ooh.” Randy’s hands came around her body, his fingers latching onto her nipples and squeezing like a vice. She sucked a sharp breath through her teeth as dagger-like pain laced with pleasure shot from her nipples to travel a direct line to her pussy. He used that hold to pull her forward until her upper body lay across the table as he told her to do. Then, he folded himself over her back and spoke softly in her ear.

“When one of us gives you an order, you obey it without question, or you will be punished. Do you understand?” He twisted her nipples, and the mindless pleasure-pain yanked a strangled cry from her very soul.

“Yes, I understand.”

“Spread your legs for me.” Randy released her nipples, his hands moving to glide down her back as he pushed her to rest fully on the tabletop.

The wood chilled her heated flesh, adding a new sensation to the mix of erotic confusion. She did as he told her, widening her stance. The absence of his heat told her when he stepped away. The return warmth gave her a clue that Gavin took his place before he spoke.

“Hold still.” Gavin’s calloused hands parted her buttocks. “Jesus, that’s beautiful,” he breathed a second before his lips caressed her cheeks. “I’ve wanted to see this for so long, darlin’, wanted to taste it, to devour it.” His tongue slipped between her spread cheeks, following the crease of her sensitized flesh until he found the rim of her hidden entrance.

Georgia couldn’t breathe. Her hands reached above her head, clawing for the far edge of the table for a purchase she couldn’t find. Her legs trembled. She slammed her eyes shut as sensations clashed through her system. His tongue flicked over her opening, teasing, causing her buttocks to flex at the alluring play. Then, it dipped inside, a wet, hot rod that breached the rim of tight muscles surrounding her anus and probed at her sanity.

“Gavin!” She shuttered, her body wanting to writhe, to thrash, but too paralyzed to move.

“Delicious.” His breath fanned her already flaming ass. “And so tight. Ugh, my cock is going to explode from wanting to fuck you here.”

Terror struck when she felt him pull away. Was his need so great that he wouldn’t wait for tonight? Did he intend to fuck her now?

Twin demons of desire and panic made a scream bubble in her throat. “Where did you go?” She lifted her head, trying to look for him, but spotted only Randy. He leaned on the table near her rear, an intense expression of male admiration and lust on his face. “What are you doing?”

Cool, wet fingers moved between her buttocks, and she laid her head back down, her mind racing as rapidly as her heart. The fingers massaged her flesh, spreading what must be a lubricating gel all over her rear.

“Preparing you for tonight,” Gavin said simply. His finger pushed inside her anus, bringing with it a stinging pain that quickly dissolved into the remembered pleasure she experienced in the bathroom.

For tonight. Her mind latched onto those words, onto the promise that he still intended to wait.