Men of Fortune 1: Derek (10 page)

She was awash in sensations, drowning in the
maelstrom of feelings they roused in her. Her knees and legs could
no longer hold her up; in fact, guess what, she was not standing
anymore. For the man eating her pussy had lifted her leg one by one
and placed them on his shoulders, thus opening her up further to
his mouth. And, oh my, what a skillful mouth! He explored her folds
and teased her clit, curling his tongue around the tiny bud and
sucked until the tension spiraled in her belly. Then he released
her and avoided her clit while he played with her pussy, leaving
her frustrated and unfulfilled.

She was quite, quite,
quite
utterly defeated, her
body their willing slave. They kept her primed, on the edge, the
pressure at its peak, not allowing her release, even though her
body screamed for it.

“Fuck me! Please,” she begged, one hand now
threaded through the hair of the man between her legs. She tried to
pull him to his feet, to align his cock with that needy part of
her, but he wouldn’t budge.

Panting, she looked down. Nathan. His cold
green eyes, lit with strange fire, gazed up at her as his mouth
continued to move in her pussy. She felt the delicate lick of his
tongue against her folds, the harder press on her clit—

Both sight and sensation threw her over the
edge. She screamed and convulsed, welcoming the long-awaited
pleasure.

“Fuck! It’s too soon.” Oliver. It sounded
like him.

“Here, lay her down on the blanket. Don’t
forget the condoms.” Derek.

Her eyes opened and her head whipped around,
looking for him.

He saw her and smiled. “Enjoying yourself,
sweetheart?”

“Yes.” God, yes, more than she thought
possible. Yet, surrounded by so many yummy, naked men, whose hands
and mouths continued to torment and pleasure her, something niggled
at her. “Honey…”

“Sh. The night’s just starting.”

Her brain seized on an important question.
“And you?” He had to like this, too.

His smile widened. “Perfect.” He caressed
her cheek with his knuckles. “You make me so hard I ache. You’re
getting a good pounding from me later.”

Her pussy creamed with anticipation.
“Promise?”

“Promise.”

And that was the last conversation she had
with her husband.

The men laid her down on the blanket and
scattered when Nathan knelt between her legs, his engorged cock
suited up. He cupped his erection. “See this, baby?”

She nodded.

Nathan was big and intimidating in a suit,
but out of it, he was even more so. Ropes of muscles corded arms
and chest, and his belly was hard and flat. Like the other men, his
cock was beautiful, but the difference was that it was somewhat
flat, resulting in a thicker girth.

Her heart pounded at the sight. He would
stretch her like no man had before.

“I’m hard because of you,” Nathan said
softly.

She was truly perplexed, and at the risk of
ruining the mood, she had to ask. “But why? I’m no prettier than
the women you must’ve dated—”

“Nothing is sexier than a woman who cooks.”
Nathan grinned. “A woman who cares. Who’s loyal. Whose very
presence lights up my cousin’s face. You’re that woman, and I’m
very privileged to have the chance to make love with you.”

Carly made a face, but inside she was
glowing. He could fuck her as long as he wanted, and she wasn’t
sure if she was kidding about that. These men were good for her
self-esteem, and even though an echo of disbelief still rang
through her, she was starting to accept that these men found her
attractive. Desired her. Wanted to fuck her.

“You’ve got the legendary Fortune charm in
spades. Well, Nathan, since I’m the cause, let me ease it for you.”
She held her arms to him and opened her legs wide, feeling no
shame—and indeed, she gloried—at the powerful admiration that
sprung to his green eyes. One thing she was starting to learn about
Nathan, everything he did was intense, bolstered by his strong
inner force.

“Generous and kind, too.” Nathan moved into
position and placed the blunt head of his cock at her entrance.

“Only with Fortune men,” she managed to say
before he plunged into her, burying himself to the hilt.

The breath caught in her throat.

Oh. God. He was…
huge
. So thick he filled her up,
the slight pain urging on the age-old rhythm. Her pussy walls
stretched to accommodate him, shifting until they enveloped his
entire length.

“Breathe,” he commanded, his green eyes
demanding her compliance.

She gasped.

“More.”

She gulped in several mouthfuls of air
before he would be satisfied.

“Okay?”

She nodded. “You’re
big
!”

“And you’re so tight,” Nathan groaned,
withdrawing until only the tip remained in her pussy, then pushing
back in. She was able to take in more of him with each pass of his
cock. “So good.”

“I could say the same about you.” She lifted
her legs to his shoulders, shuddering when she felt him slide even
deeper, until all seven inches of him were sheathed in her. Across
the room, her gaze met Derek’s, and the stark need and immense
satisfaction in his brown eyes filled a place within her that she
hadn’t known existed until then.

She was starting to discover that she liked
having sex with other men—seeing and experiencing the varied ways
they made love—but what she loved about the activity was the chance
to fulfill Derek’s base need, a need he’d kept from her all this
time.

And even when Nathan started moving, she
still held Derek’s gaze, bringing him into the sex, the passion,
the desire that she shared with his cousins.

Nathan pulled down one of her legs. Keeping
her thighs splayed wide, he withdrew and slammed back in. She
arched into him as he ground his hips into her lower body, hitting
her clit and making her moan from the sensations searing through
her. He did this a few more times, until her body was a mass of
shuddering flesh.

“Look at me.” His fingers biting into her
jaw, he forcibly turned her face toward him and trapped her with
his eyes.

She couldn’t look away. His green gaze
compelled her, holding her as he plundered her body, fucking her
with the same forceful intensity with which he faced the world.
Even when his pace increased, he rammed into her with each thrust
of his cock, rocking her back. Only his implacable stance and the
tight grip of his hands on her thighs kept her anchored to him and
his marauding thrusts.

Even through the pressure building in her,
the sex haze fogging her brain, she read control in every line of
his body. Any man would’ve lost his finesse by now, guided only by
instinct, but not Nathan. Though sweat dampened his flesh and
rolled down his face, the expression on his face was stern and his
lips were drawn in a hard line, the image of a man who held the
reins of restraint in his hands and was bent on attaining his
purpose, whatever that may be.

He lifted her hips, changed his angle and
drove into her, hitting her sweet spot.

She screamed and let go, jerking in his
arms, mindless with pleasure. Her pussy contracted around him, and
if she’d been tight before, she was even more so now. Yet, as
sanity returned and Nathan thrust into her several times more for
his own release, she noted one odd thing: Nathan was still as
controlled as ever, even in his ecstasy. A mere grunt as he ground
deep, and then he withdrew and collapsed beside her.

Extremely pleased and satisfied and
boneless, she didn’t want to move. But the puzzle that was Nathan
wouldn’t let her rest, and so she turned to him. “Didn’t I please
you?”

His eyes, which had been closed, shot open.
“Of course you did. I had my release, didn’t?”

“I wasn’t sure.”

“What do you mean?”

“You…” she waved a hand, indicating the past
few minutes.

One Fortune man, then another, laughed when
he realized what she meant.

“Don’t you worry about it,” Oliver said,
squatting on her other side. “Nathan is the famed Mr. Cool As Ice.
Sometimes, he’s also called Mr. Control. All the women he’d dated
couldn’t make him break from the mold.”

Carly wondered what kind of woman would it
take to make Nathan lose control. It was a fleeting thought,
nothing more. Certainly, she didn’t wish that she could be the one,
for she didn’t think she could take Nathan’s kind of intensity on a
daily basis. Charming, easy-going Derek Fortune was the man for
her.

Oliver continued to speak, “Seeing you with
him has made me very hot.” He ran a critical gaze over her.
“Sore?”

She could feel slight twinges in her thighs
as a result of Nathan’s vigorous riding, but she wasn’t about to
let that stop her from feasting on the hard cock bobbing in front
of her, most especially not when she had a smorgasbord of cock
tonight. “No.”

She reached for him and moaned when her hand
curled around him.

“I could do your ass.” Oliver smoothed her
hair back from her face. “Have you had anal sex, baby?”

“Yes.”

Oliver wasn’t as thick as Nathan or the
other men, but what he lacked in girth he made up for in length.
His cock was beautiful, too, deep-veined and sporting a purple,
mushroom head.

She rubbed her hand up and down his shaft,
then reached further south to palm his balls, pulse speeding up in
excitement at his quickened breathing.

“I thought we could do a DP with me at the
rear and Adam or Matthias in your pussy. How’d you like that?”

Fantastic. She’d never been sandwiched
before, although the heroines in her erotic romance books had all
experienced it, one way or the other. Reading it from their
perspective, the double penetration had seemed exciting and
pleasurable for the woman. Yet, the mesmerizing sight of Oliver’s
cock drew her, and before she knew it, she was nuzzling it with her
nose and rubbing it on her cheek.

Heat. Musk. Steel.

He smelled delicious.

“Fuck that,” Oliver managed in a thick
voice. “Why don’t you suck my cock, baby? Give me a blowjob.”

In response, she placed tiny kisses along
his length, her lips barely touching on his engorged flesh before
flitting to the next spot, causing him to groan in frustration. She
laughed, muffled by her lips on his flesh, but she wouldn’t relent.
Power surged through her, a power that only a woman could hold over
her men, and she gloried in it, wallowed, basked in it. For she
knew this wouldn’t be the one and only time she would have the
Fortune men at her mercy. To satiate Derek’s need, they would do
this again. And again. The only thing that eluded her was the
frequency.

“Witch.” More affection than curse threaded
through Oliver’s voice.

Adam came over and started teasing her
breasts. While he sucked one nipple into his mouth, his hand was
busy with the other, rubbing the hardening tip between his thumb
and forefinger. Despite having been ridden hard earlier by both
Derek and Nathan, her body was quickening once again, lust stirring
up beneath her flesh. She’d never thought of herself as wanton
before, a slut who couldn’t get her fill of cock, but it appeared
she was. Or maybe, having so many men at her disposal was
uncovering a side of her she didn’t know about before. Or perhaps,
a woman’s body was fashioned to like multiple cocks and to
accommodate all that were at her disposal, no matter how many there
were, to ensure they were eased and satisfied.

She loved the last theory, and it remained
to be seen how many cocks she could accommodate this night.

She changed tack, licking her way from the
tip of Oliver’s cock down to the base and up again, where she
circled her tongue around his cockhead, before dipping into the
slit and drawing out pre-cum. He jerked, threading his hand into
her hair and holding her steady so she could lave the mushroom. He
tasted good, and she found the contrast of velvet and iron-hardness
fascinating, especially when tasted under her tongue. She licked
the base of his cock as she traced the layout of his veins,
fascinated by the bumps on the otherwise smooth surface. She had
examined Derek’s cock a lot of times, of course, but she was
intrigued to see the differences between cocks.

Adam slipped two fingers into her pussy and
he grunted against her breast when he found her wet. Greatly
daring, she clenched her pussy walls around his fingers, letting
out a frustrated growl when she found the two digits much smaller
than Nathan’s cock. She missed being filled…

He pumped her a few times while he
transferred his attention to the other nipple, sucking the tip to
the same hardness and wetness as the other one. Her breasts were
sore from the attention, but she wasn’t complaining. Indeed,
excitement ramped up in her veins and her blood flowed molten gold.
Hunger rose up in her, deep and yawning, a hunger that demanded
expression.

Wasn’t it fortunate she had a yummy cock in
her hand?

She sucked him into her mouth.

Oliver groaned and pulled on her hair. “Yes!
Suck me, baby. Harder.”

She did as directed, almost pulling on his
cock with each deep suck. Whatever part of him she couldn’t reach,
she stroked and squeezed with her hands, including his balls. She
worshipped this part of him that could give a woman so much
pleasure, and she vowed she’d have him inside her next time, riding
her as Nathan had. God, she couldn’t wait.

She was concentrating on Oliver so much that
it was awhile before she realized her position had changed. Instead
of sitting on the blanket, she was now on her knees. Someone’s
hands were on her waist, guiding her down, down—

A thick cock pierced her entrance. A swift
glance down revealed who it was.

Matthias.

Stern, unsmiling, commanding. Yes, as
dominant as Nathan, he gave her the shivers—good ones, as she
anticipated another hard ride. She’d always loved hard and fast
sex, but she hadn’t been tested as to how much she could take.
Tonight, she realized—a lot.