Finally, she managed, and he groaned at the feel of her soft tongue cradling his cock as the heat of her mouth bathed him with sizzling need. It took everything he had not to grab a fistful of her hair and thrust up and deeper, past her lips. She was new at this and a little nervous. Kell knew he had to restrain himself and talk her through this, build her confidence so her first experience bolstered and pleased her.
“Suck me deeper inside your mouth.” He wasn’t going to last forever. Hell, as on edge as he felt now, Kell feared he wouldn’t even last long, especially not when he watched more of his cock disappear between her lips and she sucked him deeper.
“Ah, god, Belle. Yes. Now stroke the inches that won’t fit in your mouth and suck in all you can.” She did exactly as instructed, and he sagged back on the chaise with a groan, losing himself to the sea of pleasure drowning him. “That’s a good girl. Fuck… Now use you free hand to cup my balls.”
He was pleased his voice remained steady and that he didn’t sound like a maniacal pervert ready to growl and fuck her throat. Later, he would. He didn’t want to use Belle now, but he ached to share this experience with her.
Over and over, she dragged her mouth up, then slid back down his sensitive length. The wetness, the heat, that goddamn suction that had him losing his mind… All her anxiety seemed to have evaporated, and she began to suck his cock in earnest, finding her rhythm.
Belle groaned as she glided her teeth across the tip of his cock ever so gently. The tiny bit of pain blended with the soft brush of her thumb over his testicles. Oh hell, he’d never felt anyone attend to his pleasure in this particular mind-blowing way. In the middle, she wrapped her palm even more tightly around the base of his cock. The friction from that touch matched the drag and pull she administered to his sensitive head. God, she seemed to understand what he wanted perfectly. Her tongue rolled over his flesh, drawing him closer and closer to the edge. Kellan wondered how the fuck he’d ever do without this—without her—again.
Blood thundered through his system. She sucked harder, whimpered around him, laved him with her tongue again—and he was fucking gone.
“Belle, I’m going to come. Suck me down. Take everything I give you.”
She didn’t lose a beat, just bobbed her head as she drew even harder on him. His whole body seized up as pleasure coursed through his veins, heavy, drugging, dizzying. Amazing. What he and Belle had shared was far more than a blow job or a mere orgasm. This was…pure connection that jolted him straight down to his soul. He’d never felt it before. Likely, he never would again.
As she slowly drew away, Belle smiled up at him. “I liked it.”
He smoothed her hair back. “Oh, damn. Love… I more than liked it.”
And he more than liked her. Lila had put a dent in his heart, yes. But once he walked away, he worried now that Belle might put a hole in the damn thing that would never heal.
* * * *
Belle couldn’t breathe and she didn’t care. She licked her lips, still able to taste Kellan there. She hoped she’d pleased him, that the act they’d just shared meant far more to him than an orgasm. It certainly had to her.
The moment she’d taken his cock in her hand, she’d felt the intimacy of the moment, not just that she touched the most manly part of him, but that he trusted her to give him satisfaction. She’d trusted him to guide her gently. They’d both lowered their guard to share this experience. Because of it, they’d connected on a deeper level than they ever had before. Tonight, she’d seen a side of Kellan she was sure few did. That precious fact had given her confidence…and a bit of dangerous hope. Kellan Kent truly wanted her. And he cared. He’d sworn he wasn’t staying and didn’t intend to share forever with her, but…
Belle stifled her encroaching anticipation. She shouldn’t expect forever from him. Better to simply bask in the time they had together. No way would she put a halt to this night just because she wasn’t sure if Kellan would be here tomorrow. She was done with waiting for the future to happen to her. From now on, she’d grab life with both hands and live it.
She gasped as Tate’s fingers returned to her clitoris. It wasn’t as if she’d never touched herself, but his big fingers felt utterly different—and totally mesmerizing. Beside him, Eric rubbed his broad palm over her burning backside. Everything they’d done to her this evening had heightened her senses. Her skin tingled, feeling completely alive. A pleasant ache thrummed in her system.
“You did so well, baby.” Eric kissed her forehead. “You definitely deserve a treat.”
Before she could respond, he lifted her in his strong arms, cradling her against his warmth. She missed Tate’s fingers on her most sensitive parts, sure. But Eric replaced that, his embrace making her feel feminine, petite, and treasured. Safe.
He carried her across the room as if she weighed nothing. Somehow she’d imagined sex would be all passion and intensity, but she loved the unexpected adoration and surprising sense of togetherness. They’d even laughed some. The guys hadn’t thrown her on the bed for rapid-fire thrusts and grunts. They’d chosen to take their time, and what she’d experienced so far had proven so much better than anything her imagination had conjured up. All the awkward talk in the beginning had brought them to this place. Now, Belle was greedy to experience more.
Eric lowered her to the bed, and the soft satin sheet cradled her back. He loomed over her, so gorgeous with hazel-green eyes and short sandy hair that made him look utterly sharp and masculine.
“Do you know what it did to me to watch you suck Kellan’s cock?” He stroked his own stiff flesh, his stare never leaving her.
Belle couldn’t take her eyes off him. From his bulging shoulders to his firm pecs, down to his stunning corrugated abs, he had an athlete’s body. She kept following the visual trail down. Her gaze glued itself to his cock. His very maleness was a thing of beauty, long and thick with a big plum-shaped head. Maybe she should be intimidated by the thought that something so large would eventually thrust inside her. Instead, she was just excited.
Being naked was easier when they were, too. Tate approached the end of the bed, every muscle in his body rippled, easy, and fluid as he moved. That huge erection of his matched the rest of his sizeable body. She should probably be daunted, but Belle had a feeling she was going to enjoy it before too long.
“Spread your legs for me.” He dropped a knee to the bed and prowled across the mattress in her direction.
Why wouldn’t he just grab her ankles and spread them himself? Because her men didn’t play that way. They wanted her conscious of her choices and involved in everything. She had to offer herself before they’d take her. They might call it submission, but they were giving her the power to say yes or no, to decide for herself.
Conscious of their gazes fixed on her, Belle tried to ignore the riot of nerves in her stomach as she bent her knees and eased her feet apart. As cool air kissed the damp folds of her pussy, she wondered exactly what they were seeing and thinking. Anxiously, she watched Tate’s face for any reaction. She’d seen a few of the women they’d dated, and she didn’t look anything like them. Her insecurities threatened to undo her, but then Tate gave a rough groan of pleasure. Belle couldn’t mistake his approval. She let out a shaky breath of relief.
They followed you here because they want you. Remember that. Stay in the moment.
“I can’t wait to taste you, baby.” Tate sank to his stomach, arms curling under her thighs, palms looping around to the top and clamping down. His face hovered right over her pussy. She felt his hot breath on her flesh.
Shock and desire flared at once. Belle gasped. This position was so intimate, the space he sought to invade incredibly personal.