Selena's Men (12 page)

“Stay still, love. We’re in charge here. You belong to us,” Max answered.

Max’s broad shoulders blocked out her view of Malcolm, so she was completely unprepared for the next tap directly over her clit. Max swallowed the scream of pleasure the smack caused. If he made love to her body the way he kissed, Selena thought she’d die a happy woman. He left no part of her mouth unexplored. She’d never been kissed so thoroughly.

Malcolm gripped the sides of her favorite red panties and she heard a rip, just as she lifted her hips.

“Son of a bitch, Max, she’s bare,” Malcolm groaned. “Do you shave or wax?”

Max raised his head and both men stared as if mesmerized by her. She didn’t know how to tell them she’d never had any body hair. When she had been a teenager, it had embarrassed her when all the other girls started shaving. She wanted to be just like them, and even pretended to shave, just to feel like part of the crowd.

Now as an adult and seeing the admiration and the need in both their eyes, she was glad. Selena knew her pussy glistened with her juices, and with no hair to obstruct their view, they would see it, too. Max reached down and smacked the top of her mound and her mouth flew open.

“Malcolm asked you a question.”

“N–no…I just…I’ve never had any, you know…down there,” she stammered, but refused to be embarrassed.

They shared another look, that damn silent communication she wished to be a part of. When she met Malcolm’s look from between her legs, he had a devilish gleam on his face. He stuck his tongue out, pinning her with his gaze as he leaned forward and licked her. Starting at the bottom of her crack, with one long swipe he lapped up the juices that flowed out of her.

He hummed. The throbbing at the heart of her became more intense, if that were possible. She wanted to be filled. He circled the engorged bundle of nerves and lapped at her like an ice cream cone on a hot summer day.

Max touched her cheek and she turned her head to see him kneeling by her face, completely naked with his extremely large cock in his hand.

“Open your mouth, Lena. I want to feel your lips around my cock,” Max said in a guttural voice.

She licked her lips and stared at the milky fluid beading on the tip. She leaned forward and grabbed him with her left hand, opening her mouth to suck on the bulbous head. He tasted like cinnamon and cream.

Selena had had only one lover, but he had tasted nothing like this man. She flattened her tongue on the bottom of his dick and sucked him deep, holding him by the base to control the depth. She wanted to taste more of his flavor. Swirling her tongue back up to the head, she licked the slit and was rewarded with another trickle of the fluid.

She jerked when Malcolm began licking and opened his mouth to suck her folds. The dual assaults of having Max filling her mouth and Malcolm feasting on her had her center clenching. With her right foot planted on the floor, she pressed her pelvis up. Goddess be damned, if the man didn’t fuck her soon, she’d kill him herself.

“I think Lena needs something filling her, Malcolm.” Max looked down and met her eyes. “She’s been such a bad girl, though. What do you think?” he asked Malcolm, but with his eyes on her. She nodded. He shook his head, trying to hide his merriment, until she gripped his dick with her teeth.

“I think she’s threatening my manhood, Malcolm.” Max laughed.

Selena snarled and scraped her teeth up his length before sucking the tip to release him with a pop.

Malcolm pursed his lips and kissed right above where she needed him, missing the engorged bit of flesh that begged for attention.

“Her little clit is so red and angry-looking,” Malcolm said.

They talked as if she weren’t there, which pissed her off. She pulled her leg off the top of the couch, intending to stand, but Malcolm cupped her calf and pressed it back. With a shake of his head and a nod to Max, he leaned forward and held her in place with his body, releasing her leg in the process.

He gripped her ass in his palms and raised her pussy up to meet the thrust of his tongue. He stabbed at her opening repeatedly. Her inner muscles squeezed and released so hard, she feared she’d cause him permanent damage.

“She’s so tight. I can feel every flutter on my tongue,” Malcolm said between licks.

Selena turned at the gentle tap on her cheek to see Max’s cock. She opened wide, swallowing as much of him as she could, before she gagged and pulled back. He fisted one hand in her hair and the other held him at the base. His balls slapped her chin as he shuttled in and out. And oh goodness, his cock filled her. She couldn’t wait to find out what he tasted like when he came.

Malcolm replaced his tongue with two thick fingers, attacking her clit with vigor.

She squeezed her eyes shut and concentrated on the unique flavor of Max that flowed onto her tongue.

“I’m going to come, Lena, I want you to swallow every drop.”

She nodded. When he hit the back of her throat, she breathed through her nose and swallowed on the head. He groaned, rewarding her with a twitch of his dick and the first spurt of his orgasm.

He pulled back and pressed back inside. She lapped and suckled him as he grunted and his strokes increased. Hearing his shout, she swallowed repeatedly, his whole body shook as she drank him down greedily.

Lapping gently at his softening cock, she continued to lick him clean, not wanting to waste a drop of his pearly liquid. He sat back on his heels and looked at her. She couldn’t decipher what the look meant, but Malcolm prevented her from doing or saying something stupid with his incredibly talented tongue.

He pressed a third finger inside and stretched her further. She felt ready to explode with his lips surrounding her clit and his fingers filling her. She cried out as he pressed a finger to her bottom hole. His fingers moved in tandem, each stroke over her ultra-sensitive flesh sending her flying higher with each thrust.

His features were so hard, intensifying the blue in his eyes. The sensations reached inside her and every feminine instinct came forth. Everything strengthened, every lick, every breath, every look designed to send her into the most pleasurable place.

“Malcolm. Oh, it’s so good. So good,” she moaned, and fell apart in a kaleidoscope of colors.

Malcolm watched Selena come apart and waited until she came back down. He stared up her body and saw the flush that covered her rosy nipples, all the way up her high cheekbones. With short, jerky motions he removed his slacks and briefs and climbed onto the couch between her spread thighs.

Her juices coated his face, and he didn’t want to lose one drop. With an impatient hand he gathered the evidence of her pleasure onto his hand, before rubbing the moisture into his chest. Poised over her body he waited for her eyes to open. They flared wide when she saw his naked body and he exulted in her appreciative stare.

Rubbing his leaking tip across her smooth flesh had them both groaning. Max had a look that could only be called love blazing from him in waves, the same feeling echoing in Malcolm. His brother leaned forward and captured the gasp of surprise Selena uttered as Malcolm entered her.

She squeezed him so tight he held the first inch of his cock inside, until she relaxed to take a little more. Max’s lips traveled down her throat and stopped at her breast.

Malcolm gripped her clit between his fingers and rubbed them back and forth, trapping the swollen bit of flesh.

He felt her body relax and he pushed a couple more inches inside. “She’s so fucking tight. I can barely get inside her,” Malcolm panted.

Max slapped Malcolm’s fingers off of her and replaced them with his own. Malcolm pulled her hips off the couch and rested her ass on his thighs. Her juices coated his dick and dripped down to his balls, making his entry easier with her slickness. He pressed forward, then pulled back, only to slam back inside when she started to come.

“Gods yes, baby. Come all over my dick, Selena,” Malcolm said.

He increased the pace of his thrusts as Max continued to strum her clit through her orgasm. Both men were so in tune with Selena’s body that when she became too sensitive for his brother’s touch on that oversensitive bit of flesh Max removed his hand. He trailed it up to her breast, leaving a trail of wetness in his wake.

Selena’s nails dug into Max’s arms and Malcolm could see the look of possession on his brother’s face when she gave herself to them without a second thought. She lifted her breasts in offering to Max’s devouring mouth, and Malcolm wanted to feel her pussy squeezing his dick again.

He reached under her and pressed his thumb to her tight little pucker. With the fluid that trailed down the crack of her ass lubing his finger, he pressed the tip inside. She stilled her movements, but when he pulled out and then pushed inside again, she relaxed and eased his entry.

He wondered if she’d ever had a man take her ass, but decided he didn’t want to know yet. They needed to prepare her to take them both at the same time. He pulled his finger almost all the way out as he shoved his cock back inside. His balls drew up. The tingling in his spine heralded the arrival of his own orgasm.

He wanted her to explode one more time before he fell over the edge. Removing his thumb and dick, he inserted two fingers into her clenching vagina. Pulling out, he pressed the well-lubed digits into her ass and pushed them back inside.

Her shoulders lifted off the couch and a scream escaped her throat before Max covered her mouth, taking it inside of his own.

Malcolm aimed his cock for home and slammed back inside. He shafted in and out at the same time as his fingers. Selena burst apart under his assault.

Pumping harder, he answered her cry with his own deep, hoarse shout. He threw his head back, letting go. His cock pulsed deep inside her clenching pussy, milking him of his seed. He looked up to see Selena’s eyes had closed, and her body shivered.

Pulling out, he carefully removed his fingers. Selena whimpered. He didn’t know if it was from pain or pleasure.

“I’m sorry, baby. Are you all right?”

She opened her eyes and smiled at them with a nervous look. With her arms flung above her head, she looked like a goddess. “I’m so much better than all right. I’m fantastic…”

Selena’s phone buzzed from the pocket of her skirt.

He could see she struggled with embarrassment. Malcolm didn’t want her embarrassed. He wanted her sated and happy, he wanted to feel her mouth wrap around his cock.
What the hell
…Looking down, he saw junior standing up and ready to play.

“Shit,” Malcolm and Max said at the same time, making Selena laugh.

“What are you laughing at, woman.” Max growled.

“You guys.” Still giggling, she wiped a tear. “You guys look like your mommy said it was time for bed.”

“Hmm…I think I agree. It’s time for bed,” Malcolm said. He could see her lying on top of his bed with her arms spread wide, waiting to welcome them into her body.

“What? Oh no, we can’t…I have a club to open in—” She looked at the clock and scrambled up.

Max held her still and asked, “What are you doing?”

“I need to get up.”

Selena squirmed so hard Malcolm feared she’d hurt herself. He looked at Max and his brother must’ve decided the same thing.

“You’re right. We’ll finish this later.” Max used his most authoritative voice, making Selena shake her head. Big brother’s man voice didn’t seem to faze her. Malcolm wanted to howl with laughter, but knew that if he did Max would retaliate. Malcolm didn’t want to fight Max, he wanted to spend the next century or so learning all the things Selena liked.

With a puzzled look, she swung her legs over the side and reached for her panties. Malcolm couldn’t help the smirk that crossed his face when she picked them up and shot him a dirty look.

“What?” he asked, trying to look innocent.

“I can’t go back down there without any underwear on.”

Max opened his mouth and closed it. Malcolm dropped his head back on his shoulders and shoved himself to his feet.

Knowing Max would distract her, Malcolm turned around and walked over to her desk. He hoped like hell she had been too preoccupied when they entered her office to notice anything amiss. With a thought he created a pair of panties for her that covered more than the damn thong she’d worn, and turned with a tiny box in his hand.

Malcolm silently applauded Max’s efforts. He certainly had Selena’s attention, if the rosy flush covering her gorgeously tanned skin was anything to go by. The way she held his brother’s shoulders with her nails digging in, Malcolm knew she’d leave crescent-shaped indents. A pang of envy hit him that he didn’t have them too.

“I bought these for you,” Malcolm stated, walking back to the kissing pair.

She jerked her mouth away from his brother, causing Max to shoot him a dirty look that Malcolm completely ignored.

“A present for me?” she asked, reaching for the box.

Opening the lid, her silver eyes widened. She pulled out the snow-white, French lace panties he’d made her. She looked at him, then Max, and then at the underwear lying in her palm.

“How? Why?” Selena sputtered.

“I picked them up in Dubai.” It wasn’t a lie. He had picked them up. He just didn’t buy them at the time. But he remembered when they slipped through his fingers, and he’d pictured his fantasy vision of Selena wearing them for him.