Deke groaned, as if lending credence to Luc’s assertion. His thighs tensed. His fist tightened in Kimber’s hair. “Holy… I can’t stop it.” Luc smiled. “Good girl. Now, drag you teeth lightly across the head.”
“No,” Deke groaned in protest.
“Do it,” he urged. “Then suck him hard again. He’ll come for you.” Supporting the thick stalk between Deke’s legs with one hand, Kimber eased up on him and dragged her teeth across the head. The sight even had Luc hissing.
“Shit… Kimber!”
“Now suck him deep and hard, and you’ve got him,” Luc whispered.
She did, and Deke roared, tossing back his head and shouting out his ecstasy, the sound rumbling around the room, echoing off the ceilings.
Kimber froze, eyes widening with uncertainty and panic.
“Swallow, sweetheart. It’s okay.”
She did, and Luc watched her swollen mouth and throat work. Need and envy shot through him. God, she was beautiful and amazing. And, thank God, he’d feel her mouth next.
Slowly, Deke pulled away. She moaned as she continued to lick him, as if not quite ready to let go.
At this point, Deke usually gloved up, went straight for a woman’s ass and left Luc to either partake of her mouth or pu**y. He often left arousing and toying with a woman up to him, which was fine with Luc. To him, women were sweet, soft, perfumed creatures meant to be explored, charted with fingers and tongues, every secret crevice and sensitive spot learned by sight and feel.
So Deke kneeling in front of Kimber to stare at her, like she was something as precious as hope, as confounding as an ancient riddle, surprised Luc enough. Him easing to his back, grabbing Kimber’s hips and nudging her up, up and over his face shocked Luc.
“Have to taste you,” he muttered. “Know how wet…” The moment her thighs bracketed Deke’s head, he lifted his mouth to her wet cunt, and delivered an open-mouthed assault. He clasped her hips and threw his entire torso in the intimate kiss. A startled moan ripped from Kimber’s chest, and she reached out for something, someone to steady her.
On wobbly legs, Luc rose and made his way to the bed to watch them. He’d join the show soon, but watching Kimber come apart a little more with every lash of his cousin’s tongue and, now he could see, every demanding swish of his fingers inside her, made Luc beyond hot.
Deke turned his head to nip at Kimber’s thigh. “The vibe.” It took Luc a moment after hearing the snarled words to realize what Deke was saying. Yes. They needed to start that. They’d enjoy watching Kimber squirm and flush and come while they used it, knowing it served a greater purpose they’d all enjoy.
After a quick jog to the nightstand, Luc grabbed everything they’d need, prepped it, then headed back toward them. Kimber, eyes closed, fair skin all rosy and covered with a thin sheen of moisture, ni**les beckoning, looked like a goddess as she moaned and accepted every stroke of Deke’s tongue. Luc’s blood boiled. He had to have relief from Kimber soon. Very soon. Masturbating in the shower wasn’t going to ease his need tonight.
Settling behind her again, he touched a palm to her back, right between her shoulder blades. Damn, she was soft everywhere… “Sweetheart, lean forward.
Hands and knees.”
She did, and Deke didn’t miss a beat. Luc would guess, in fact, the new position brought new sensation, given the way Kimber moaned. Luc caressed her hip, peppered kisses up her back to whisper in her ear, “Just relax. I’ll try to make this good for you. Tell me if it hurts.”
She merely grabbed at the comforter in front of her and panted as if she couldn’t get enough air. And he was about to drive her even closer to the brink.
Parting her cheeks, he slowly—so slowly—began to insert a new vibrator in her ass, a larger one than last time. About six inches, an inch in diameter. Closer to the real thing. Luc hoped with all the fever of the knot of lust in his gut that she liked this. He was dying to get inside her soon.
The vibe was halfway in when he began to sweat. Just watching it disappear into her body was setting him ablaze. He kept inserting, watching it slide deep, deeper.
Almost to the hilt.
Suddenly, she arched, tensed, and whimpered.
“Hurt?” he asked.
“A little.” She could barely get the words out.
“Take it for us. Can you?”
She nodded, her shoulders tensing. Luc gently slid in the vibe the rest of the way.
As she cried out, he flipped it on. Almost instantly, she gasped. Moments later, she began thrashing, grabbing for the comforter again.
“Yes!” Kimber cried out. “I need— Oh, God…”