That she could get to him, force him to stroke his own flesh because she aroused him so much, made Kimber want to give him more of a show. She’d imagined she’d be hesitant and shy around Luc and Deke, but the feminine power of knowing she drove them to undeniable arousal burned away any timidity. She wanted to tease them.
Concentrating on Luc’s instruction, she did as he suggested, and suddenly, something slender slid up, up, up into her ass. A gentle click later, and that something began to vibrate.
Oh my God!
Pleasure wound up again in seconds, tearing through her, soaring, shoving her hard toward ecstasy. Luc slid the vibe in and out of her gently, letting her adjust to the feel of the little wand rapidly destroying her sanity as she watched Deke stroke his own c**k in a harsh fist. When Luc bent his head again to take her clit back into his mouth, the blaze between her thighs roared into an inferno, streaming fire into her belly, down her legs.
Her back arched as she panted. This climax was big. Huge.
When it swelled over her, she feared the loss of consciousness they’d forewarned her about would come and suck her under and leave her there for hours. Days.
She’d never imagined pleasure so consuming she couldn’t take a breath, couldn’t stop the black edges from closing in on her vision.
“She responds,” Luc said with a hint of amusement as he slid his fingers into her waiting sex. “You ready to come?”
Kimber couldn’t answer, couldn’t do anything but whimper as the climax began to steamroll her.
“Fuck!” Deke cursed.
Through half-opened eyes, she watched him lean over her. He fused his mouth to hers, plunging his tongue inside, deep, then deeper, as if trying to get closer.
Moments later, he stepped back to gasp in a desperate breath and continued to pump his cock. The sight was unbearably erotic. Totally arousing. Then Deke leaned in and kissed her again like a starving man, with savagery and demand, licking her deeper into the flames. Knowing he couldn’t stand not to stroke himself while he touched her filled her with erotic fascination and a heavy pang of need.
All the while, Luc was driving her mad with the vibe in her ass, his fingers inside her, and his mouth on her clit. Along with that kiss of Deke’s… He possessed her, urging her on, silently begging to give him her cries of passion—all while driving himself toward ruthless orgasm.
And it was so much, too much. She couldn’t stop it, couldn’t fight it, and didn’t want to.
She screamed into his mouth as the world blasted into tiny pieces all around, detonating her body, blowing her mind. The hard slam of contractions clenched the walls of her channel again and again, and she clamped down on Luc’s questing fingers, making her moan into Deke’s mouth all over again.
Suddenly, Deke broke the kiss, panting, frantically fisting his erection with a tight jaw and taut abdomen. Then he threw back his head and roared so loud, the sound bounced off the walls. Then warm jets of se**n splashed on her belly, and another wave of sensation slammed her at the thought that she could make him come so powerfully.
“Deke!” she screamed.
Kimber’s cry of pleasure was still ringing in Luc’s ears when she closed her eyes and her body gave way to an exhausted sleep. Grimacing at his painful erection, he gently extracted the vibe and withdrew his fingers from her swollen, rippling sex.
She felt exquisite and tasted better. But she’d had all the excitement she could handle for one evening.
And she’d called Deke’s name out in her passion. Not his. Deke’s.
Swallowing a boulder-sized lump of envy, Luc reminded himself it was all for a good cause and turned to gaze up at his cousin.
Deke stood frozen over Kimber’s prone body, half-hard c**k in his fist, satisfaction relaxing his features. He let go of himself on a long sigh, his shoulders falling, his breathing returning to normal, his eyes damn near rolling into the back of his head. Still, he stared at her.
He’d come—hard—holding nothing back, which was unusual in itself. But if Kimber could do that to Deke without his dick actually being somewhere inside her, Luc could only imagine the fireworks that would ensue if Deke allowed himself to make love to her. To admit that Kimber was more than a play toy. To confess that this woman mattered to him. And she did. Luc could see that all over his cousin’s face.
“What the f**k are you staring at?” Deke snapped.
“Nothing.”
Luc looked away, turning his attention back to Kimber’s sleep-soft form. Sweet, beautiful woman.
Kimber was it. The One. The woman he and Deke had been wanting for years. Luc hid a smile of sheer joy. He knew Kimber was everything they needed: soft and yielding in bed, take no shit when she was angry, smart, warm-hearted. She responded to their touch beyond his wildest fantasies. The fact she was a virgin would be cathartic for Deke.
As for the rest of the issues that could trip up their future…she’d understand—
eventually.
But he’d deal with those later. First, he had to convince his cousin that happily-ever-after wasn’t a cross between toxic waste and bullshit. Slowly. Luc knew that if he started his campaign tonight, it would be too obvious. Deke wasn’t stupid. He knew that Luc wanted them to share a wife and children someday. If he focused too much on Kimber now, Deke would run screaming in the other direction. Best to move slowly and give Deke a gentle nudge here and a sharp nip there…then let nature take care of the rest.