“Did you let a man touch your breasts?” He wanted to know everything she’d experienced so they could do it better, make her forget any touch but theirs.
“I don’t know that I’d call them men. I had a couple of boyfriends squeeze my breasts in the past, but it usually hurt.”
They’d likely moved far too fast. A woman had to be aroused to really enjoy rough play. Once they got Belle hot enough, she would accept clamps on her nipples. Without proper preparation, she’d likely just slap them. “How about your pussy? Ever had a man finger you before the other night?”
“No. I never let it get that far. I didn’t really want any of those boys touching me there. I thought it would be messy and nasty.”
Kellan chuckled. “It is messy and nasty. It’s also fucking hot. That’s why I licked my fingers afterward. You tasted so good. I suppose that means you’ve never given anyone a blow job, huh?”
“No,” she replied. “I’ve never wanted to before.”
“Before what?” Eric hung on her answer to that question.
She hesitated only a moment before she answered. “Before I met you three, I hadn’t thought about sex for a long time. I didn’t miss it. I didn’t care that I wasn’t having it. I certainly didn’t think about spanking or letting anyone tie me up. But now I like getting spanked. Does that make me weird?”
“It makes you perfect.” Eric gave her another three in rapid succession, loving the way she wiggled and squirmed. “It makes you perfect, Belle. And you’re going to love it when we tie you up.”
He was satisfied that she wasn’t trading sex for comfort. He could smell her arousal, but he wanted to feel it, too. Her legs were trapped, the pants holding her thighs together, but the way she was lying across his lap placed her sweet pussy on perfect display. He ran his hand down the swell of her ass until he reached the soft, slick heat of her pussy.
Belle gasped, but Tate and Kellan were there to settle her down with soft words and strokes. Tate lowered himself closer to the floor so he could kiss her. His lips brushed hers as Eric started to work her pussy, spreading the arousal he found there.
“Did she really like her spanking?” Kellan asked, his eyes on her ass.
Eric pulled his hand out and showed his partner her wetness on his fingers. “She can’t fake that. She’s ready, so I think we should give her a few firsts tonight.”
He didn’t just want her to lay back and take pleasure. That wouldn’t tie her to them. She needed to be involved.
“Get up, baby,” Eric ordered. “I want to watch you give your first blow job.”
Chapter Twelve
Kellan watched as Belle eased off Eric’s lap and into Tate’s waiting arms. The big guy covered her back with his body, almost eclipsing her as he wrapped an arm around her waist and bent to feather kisses along her neck. He fanned a hand under the hem of her shirt, skimming his palm up her abdomen, then peeled the garment off her body, apparently determined to get her as naked as he was.
Eric claimed Tate had once been self-conscious about his body, but by the time Kellan had moved to Chicago, all trace of that insecurity had left the building. The upside was that it made Tate perfectly comfortable in BDSM clubs. Belle, on the other hand, curled her hands over her chest, already looking a little unsure.
“Don’t try to hide. Tate is going to undress you,” Eric said, his voice reassuring but firm. “Let us see what’s ours.”
Belle exhaled and lowered her arms to her sides again, visibly relaxing as Eric took control of the scene. Pride and desire both stabbed at Kell. Not only had Eric come a long way from the anxious kid he’d first met in college, but Belle surrendered herself a little at a time, her submissive streak so natural and beautiful. No, they hadn’t asked a lot of her yet. Her emotional triggers would trip her up at some point. Kell had no doubt of that.
She claimed she’d only remained a virgin because she’d never had time to pursue romance and hadn’t found anything special enough. Maybe that was somewhat true, but he was a betting man. He’d put money on the fact that Belle had been scarred by her father’s death. Tate had once told him that her mother had checked out after her husband’s demise. Belle had been a mere child. It must have been bewildering and painful to go from being loved unconditionally to damn near being orphaned. No doubt she’d learned to hide in her shell to protect her heart. Kell vowed to make sure Eric and Tate gently pushed her boundaries and opened her up.
If he were a better man with a different past, Kellan would relish the opportunity to participate. But it wouldn’t be fair to Belle to top her and build her trust in him when he had no intention of staying. So he’d simply support his friends in their efforts and envy their happiness while cherishing what little time he had with her.
He watched with greedy eyes as Tate unhooked the clasp of her bra between her shoulder blades. It sagged against her body, the straps clinging to her, as he plucked at the string of her yoga pants and shoved them down the lush curve of her hips. Once they reached her ankles, Belle stepped out of them. Eric stood and drew her bra from her body, tossing it aside and leaving her gloriously naked. Kell wondered if he would ever forget the sight.
Raven black hair curved around her shoulders. Her skin was the most beautiful color he’d ever seen. The contrast of its mocha tone against Tate’s tanned flesh was striking. But her plump breasts with their pert chocolate nipples looked downright sexy. The little nubs strained for attention, begging to be taken into his mouth and sucked until she screamed with the pleasure he ached to give her. Her flat belly led to a dark pussy, engorged and lightly covered by a trimmed fringe of hair that fascinated him.
With a low groan, Tate wrapped her in his embrace, plastering himself across her back and kissing her bare, delicate shoulder as he palmed his way up her abdomen. Fire shot through Kellan’s blood as he watched Tate cup her breasts in his big hands. The luscious mounds just fit in his grip.
Eric stepped against her, crowding her, and staring down with demand in his eyes. “You’re going to kiss me, Belle.”
She looked breathless, overwhelmed. So ready and beautiful. So perfect for them. “Yes.”
“You’re going to give me control of your mouth while Tate touches you wherever and however he wishes.”
A shudder went through her body. She closed her eyes. “Yes.”
At her shaky whisper, satisfaction lit Eric’s eyes. He plunged his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back. When he’d positioned her to his satisfaction, Belle strained up to meet his kiss, lips parted in silent but unmistakable invitation.