Wicked Pleasures (5 page)

Nothing had ever compared to Jaci's lips. She kissed like a wanton. Like she was addicted to his kiss, the stroke of his tongue. She took his tongue like a woman on the edge of coming. And he loved it.

Once she came alive beneath his lips, it was like tasting fire and rain. Her arms lifted to his shoulders, her little nails pressed into the fabric of his shirt, and she trembled in his arms.

She had trembled just like that the last time. Part fear and part excited arousal. Wicked intensity burned inside her as she rose against him, straining for more. Knowing he had more to give her.

And he had so much more. His hands moved down her back, gripped her sweet ass, and lifted her to the cradle of his thighs.

He'd be damned if he would give her a chance to say no. Already the sweet taste of her was penetrating his senses, firing through his nervous system. He was burning for her, awake now to every nuance of the moans leaving her lips. To the feel of the curve of her butt, the touch of her thigh against his.

And Chase moving in behind her.

He could feel his brother coming to her as he relished her taste, her touch.

And he could feel his brother's uncertainty. The twin bond they had once shared had been absent for over twenty years. And that was his fault. But he could still sense Chase's uncertainty, and at times his nightmares.

There were no nightmares now. He wasn't going to allow them for either of them.

Now, there was only pleasure.

"Don't say no." His lips lifted from hers, then he skimmed them over her jaw. Her head tilted back as he moved down her neck. "Just feel. We'll seduce you together. Seven years. Seven fucking years, Jaci, and I'm dying for you now."

It was a craving. An addiction. As though his mind and his body had finally recognized a missing component to his life. Jaci was missing. And he needed her now, ached with a junkie's desperation.

Behind her, Chase pressed closer, his hands sliding to the belt of the robe, undoing the loose knot and slipping it free.

"No means no," Chase whispered at her ear, and Cam hated him for encouraging her to even consider saying that hated word.

"What does no get me?" Her head tipped back until it rested on Chase's shoulder and Cam watched, his body strung tight, his cock throbbing in agony as the silk of the robe parted, revealing perfect breasts, sweet dark nipples, and lower, between slender luscious thighs, a neat little triangle of fiery curls.

Before his brother could convince her to say no, Cam was tasting her. He was licking her.

He was bending, spreading kisses along her torso, her little belly, going to his knees as one hand cupped her inner thigh and he lifted her leg to curl over his shoulder.

Cam's hands were shaking. Hell, his hands hadn't shook since he was fifteen years old. But they were shaking now, as he parted the dewy, syrup-laden folds hiding the sweetest flesh in the world.

"Cam." Her voice was uncertain, just a little dazed.

He glanced up from the sweet treasure to see her braced against Chase's chest, his brother's hands cupping her breasts and his lips at her shoulder.

"It's so easy," he whispered. "To just feel the pleasure. That's all, Jaci. Let me love you. Let me love you the only way I can."

How much he revealed in those simple words. Jaci felt a sob lodge in her throat, felt the sudden aching need to know Cam, exactly how he was right now. To take what he wanted to give her.

"It's okay," Chase whispered in her ear, a soft caress of breath barely heard. "It's just Cam, Jaci. I promise you. It's just Cam loving you."

She trembled and closed her eyes, hearing in his voice something she needed to know. Her heart had always belonged to Cam, she couldn't share it. Couldn't imagine opening part of it for another man.

Then she couldn't imagine ever thinking a sane thought again. She flinched as sensation drove her breath from her lungs and pleasure began a lash of intensity that threatened to break her.

She felt Cam lick her. His tongue pressed into the narrow slit of her pussy, licked up and around her clit, and had her crying out with the tidal wave force of sensations tearing through her.

She remembered Chase licking her there. Remembered his tongue, gentle and savoring. Cam savored, but he took and gave with a force that left her shuddering. He devoured her like a man starving for the taste. And in turn, he drove hesitancy and doubt from her mind.

She had always wondered what she had walked away from. Now she was finding out. This. Cam's hungry mouth delving into her pussy, his body bending until he could work his tongue into the narrow opening of her pussy, driving into it in a hard, destructive thrust.

"Oh God!" Her hands were threaded in his hair, her head pressing into Chase's shoulder as Chase's fingers pulled at her nipples. Blistering streaks of pleasure and gentle pain raced from the hard tips to her womb, mixing with the fiery fingers of white-hot sensation tearing from her vagina.

She lifted herself against them, her hips writhing against the hold Cam had on them, trying to work more of that stroking, heated flesh deeper inside her.

He was licking her inside.

He was licking her. And Chase—diabolical, wicked Chase—with slickened fingers was probing at her rear, one finger entering, penetrating her easily as she strained to come. He thrusted with such gentleness that the movements were nearly lost amid the violent pleasure of Cam's fucking tongue.

"I can't . . ." Her head thrashed on Chase's shoulder.

"So easy, sweetheart," Chase whispered, his voice rough and filled with hunger. "Just take the pleasure."

His finger slid free, pulled back, then slowly pressed in again. But this time, it was wilder, hotter. Not one finger but two, pressing inside her, easing into the untried channel as Cam licked and devoured.

She felt pleasure and streaks of pleasure-pain. She felt fiery fingers of sensation racing over her body, and lost her breath as Chase's fingers spread inside her slowly, easily.

"Cam. Oh God. It's too much." She was fighting to hold on to her sanity. Just a little sanity was all she was asking them to leave her. Just a tiny bit.

But it wasn't happening. His tongue pushed hard and deep, retreated then pushed forcefully inside her once again, and nearly had her orgasming as he licked. Chase's fingers slid free, pressed forward, the width thicker, her hold on him tighter; they worked inside her rear with the gentlest movements—experienced, knowing.

He knew how to do this. This wasn't a man just along for the ride. He knew what the hell he was doing and how to do it. How to counter each touch, each stroke Cam gave, how to blend pleasure and pain until there was no thought, not so much as one thought of hesitation inside her.

"I have you. I'll hold you, Jaci." Chase bit at her shoulder, his voice thick now, the feel of his bared cock at her lower back.

They were undressed? She blinked down at Cam to see his shirt gone, his pants undone. One hand held her hip, the other his cock. And it was too wicked. The sight of it was too much to bear. In that moment, she admitted, sanity was long long gone.

She came on his tongue. Cam felt her pussy twitch, convulse, then sweeter than sweet, soft, heated cream slid over his tongue and gave him another addiction. Something else about her to crave. The taste of her release, like nectar, subtle and creamy, destroying his senses.

He'd be damned if he was going to come in his own hand this time. Nor was he going to take her standing up, as though this were all he needed from her. It wasn't. Not in any way.

He lifted her leg from his shoulder, aware of Chase slowly easing his fingers from that sweet ass.

She was weak between them, staring back at him with something resembling shock.

"Come here, baby." She was his.

He picked her up in his arms and moved to the open doorway of the bedroom.

The bed was pulled back, but Chase moved ahead of him, stripped the bed, and laid the tube of lubrication Cam had handed him earlier on the table by the bed.

Hell, yes, he had come prepared. He wanted all of her. Tonight, she would be taken in ways she couldn't have imagined.

Laying her on the bed, Cam came down over her, taking another of those hot, destructive kisses of hers. The feel of it sank into him. Her arms wrapping around his neck as he moved until they were lying on their sides, one leg lying atop his, opening her, revealing her to the man behind her.

He wanted this to be so easy for her. This first time, like this, with both of them. He wanted the full extent of pleasure for her.

Jaci felt them, almost as though Chase were an extension of Cam, moving around her. Cam's chest against her hand as he kissed her, his hair in her fingers as she fought for something to hold onto.

And behind her was Chase.

She whimpered against Cam's kiss as she felt hard, calloused hands part the cheeks of her rear and a second later, Chase's tongue.

He licked her from her pussy to her rear entrance. Flickered his tongue over the tightly clenched entrance there, then pressed against it.

Her leg was lifted against Cam's thigh, his cock pressed into her stomach as he held her to him.

She screamed into his kiss. She bit at his lips. Wild, furious pleasure tore through her and she drove herself back on the invasive tongue.

She needed. Oh God, she couldn't believe she needed this. Not this. Not something wild and deep inside that narrow channel that should never know touch. That could never take the thick width of a man's cock.

"Easy," Cam groaned against her lips. "Look at me, Jaci. Just look at me, baby."

She forced her eyes open.

"Cam." She was frightened, exhilarated. She was burning inside and didn't know how to pull back, how to control the intensity of pleasure.

Behind her, Chase drove his tongue inside that rear opening as Cam had driven his fingers into her slick pussy. Her nails bit into Cam's shoulder and she couldn't help pressing back, lifting her leg higher along Cam's, opening herself farther.

"Don't stop." He was stopping. Chase was pulling away as Cam held her head in place rather than allowing her to turn to Chase. "Don't let him stop."

He was laying down behind her, spooning around her as they moved her legs, pressing her back, and she felt the head of Chase's sheathed cock against that tiny opening.

She fought to swallow, to think. She had to think about this, didn't she?

"Oh God. Oh God, Cam," she cried out for him as she felt the slow, so tender penetration. "Cam help me."

His lips covered hers again. His fingers slid into the drenched folds of her pussy, and a hard hand, whose she didn't know, lifted her leg higher.

Chase worked his erection inside her slowly. Pressing, penetrating then retreating, taking her in slow measured strokes until she was screaming in abandon against Cam's lips and she felt that final, firm push that lodged the thick, heavy length of flesh inside her.

"Fucking perfect," Chase groaned. "So sweet and tight. Tight as a dream."

Cam's lips lifted from hers. Behind her, lodged to the hilt inside the too snug depths of her rear, Chase shifted, dragging a moan from her as she was turned slightly, her leg lifted farther, leaving the aching flesh of her pussy vulnerable.

"Hold onto me, baby." Cam moved beside her, pressed closer, and tucked the head of his cock into her pussy.

Jaci stared at him in shock. She didn't know what she had expected, but not this, not yet. She should tell him she hadn't taken another man. Did toys count? They had counted when she took her virginity with them, she supposed.

Then she couldn't think anymore. He was pressing in, burning, stretching her, making her fit around Chase's cock tighter, almost painfully tighter.

"Jaci, fucking paradise," he groaned, staring into her eyes, holding her gaze as she watched his eyes dilate and darken as he took her. "So sweet."

He grimaced, his hips shifting, pulling back before pressing forward again.

It seemed to go on forever. Taking him in slow increments, hearing Chase's moans at her ear as Cam would stroke inside her, retreat, stroke a little deeper.

Each measured increase intensified the pleasure-pain and threw her higher into the maelstrom of agony-ecstasy. There was no clear boundary between the sensations. No way to differentiate.

He surged in halfway and she felt herself unravel. Clenching spasms rippled through her body as she came, her nails digging into his shoulders as she heard them both curse.

Chase jerked behind her, driving his cock deeper inside her ass. Cam jerked in front of her, his cock driving against the spasming flesh of her pussy and pushing him deeper. Throwing her higher.

"Stay still." Cam's hand tightened on her hip as she realized she was writhing, jerking, trying to force him to take her.

"No." She panted with the force of pleasure driving into her now. "Now. Do it. Take me now."

"Jaci, please God," he groaned, his hips stilling as she undulated against them. "Just a minute baby. Easy. Let me take you easy."

Her eyes flared open. Sweat ran in rivulets down his face. She could feel the perspiration on her own body, on Chase's as he bit her shoulder again and groaned roughly.

"Now."

His eyes narrowed.

"Fuck me now, or so help me, I'll make you pay for it. I swear. Damn you. You always do this. You always make me wait—"

She screamed. Her eyes widened, sparks erupted in front of her eyes and she heard a ragged male cry. Chase's or Cam's—she wasn't certain.

"More." She was crying, begging. She didn't have all of him yet. She wasn't burning enough yet.

They shifted again, pushing her closer to Chase's chest as he turned more. Chase was nearly on his back now, beneath her, her leg lying over his thigh as Cam came over her, braced his elbow on the bed, held her hip and moved. Hard. Fast.

Her eyes flew open, staring into his. They were alive now, wild, burning and intent.

"Good?" His voice was rough, demanding.

"More." She was begging, pleading, staring into the well of vivid green, drawn into them, imagining she felt him in her soul even as she felt him in her body.

He drove against her. A wail passed her lips as he pressed deeper, thrusting and working his hips until, with a strangled cry and one hard thrust, she felt him. Felt all of him, stretching her, burning her.

And she was coming again. She was only distantly aware of the hard, coordinated, driving strokes inside her body now. Chase and Cam moved as a unit, one taking as the other retreated, one giving as the other fell back. In and out, stroking and thrusting, burning and stretching as her orgasm melted her mind.

Her eyes locked with Cam. She watched his expression twist, heard Chase shout out his release behind her. But inside her vagina she
felt
Cam's release. Felt the heated spurts of semen, the throb of his cock, the flesh jerking within her as she dissolved again, and again, watching him, feeling him, and wondering just how much of her he possessed now.