“You’ve gone tense. Relax,” Eric urged, smoothing her hair from her face. “You’re definitely going to like this. And if you don’t, he’s doing something wrong.”
“Please…” Tate scoffed. “She’ll love it. I’ve studied this way more than I cracked books for the bar.”
Which had to mean that he was an oral sexpert.
Tate nipped her thigh playfully, and Belle couldn’t help but giggle. Just by being himself, he had broken the tension and made her shiver all at once.
“That’s better,” Eric praised. “Let him have his taste, then I’ll take mine.”
No doubt, Eric was the bossy one tonight. That surprised her. She’d expected Kellan to take charge, as usual. But he’d nodded at Eric earlier, as though giving his friend permission to take over. That made Belle’s heart hurt. Kell had probably only ceded control because he intended to keep his distance. What would it take to make him change his mind? How dangerous was that thought?
She glanced over to find him shedding his clothes. Instead of dropping them with abandon, Kellan slid each piece off, then carefully folded it. Despite the sublime moment they’d shared, she could see he held himself remote once more.
“Attention on me, Belle,” Tate demanded.
The moment she cut her gaze back to him, his face disappeared between her thighs. She held her breath, wondering how quickly Tate would dismantle her restraint. Then as his tongue lapped at her pussy, she wasn’t thinking about anything but the fire that flared through her body.
The sensation of his mouth working her little bundle of nerves sent a shiver zipping up her spine. She tensed, spilling out his name in a moan. But Tate paid her plea no mind. He simply showered attention on her pussy with soft, repeated lashes of his tongue. His hungry groans reverberated under her skin. He overwhelmed her. Belle shook. She had no defenses to handle an onslaught so targeted and devastating.
Tate hadn’t been exaggerating; he was really good at this.
“That’s it, baby. I’m thrilled to see you enjoying his mouth worshipping your cunt. Get used to it. It will happen a lot.” Eric bent and lowered his head to her breasts.
“She tastes like honey.” Tate growled the words against her flesh, then parted her with his tongue again, tasting every swell and crevice. “She’s so fucking sweet.”
Belle closed her eyes and drowned in pleasure. She would have been far more self-conscious if she hadn’t put her mouth on Kellan just minutes before. But she’d loved the closeness, the direct correlation between the swirl of her tongue and his reaction, having the power to bring him pleasure. She’d known instantly that he’d enjoyed her touch. And she’d been shockingly thrilled by his taste.
Tate was doing the same to her. His gusto made her feel beautiful and treasured. God, now she knew why Kinley smiled all the time, why she winked at her husbands. They shared something more than pleasure. Yes, she’d known they were in love, but now she understood the intimacy. They gave and took bodies and hearts. They’d created a bond stronger than steel, and soon they would add to their family. Though thrilled for her bestie, Belle had been the teeniest bit envious. Eric, Tate, and Kell were giving her a little nibble of that same joy now.
A mouth fitted over her left breast, enclosing the bud and giving it a long pull. A zing of sensation zipped all the way to her clit and made her moan. Tate increased the sensation by flicking her flesh with his tongue. The tandem manipulation didn’t just double her pleasure, but multiplied it. Her blood surged as Eric scraped her nipple with the edge of his teeth. The feeling was completely unexpected and just on the right side of pain.
Belle cried out, writhed. Desire climbed and clawed, almost too overwhelming. Yet she wouldn’t change a thing.
Tate didn’t let her divert her attention from him for too long. He redoubled his efforts, licking her, tucking his tongue between her swollen folds, sliding the tip inside her, deeper than she’d imagined possible. Fire shot through her veins. She grabbed at the sheets, mouth gaping with a silent whimper.
She was on the precipice, burning and half out of her mind, willing to do anything so Tate would bestow that dazzling pleasure on her, but he knew exactly how to keep her on the edge, withholding the climax she craved just out of reach.
Bracing on her heels, Belle tried to lift her hips, circle them, anything to increase the pressure on her clit. Just a little more was all she needed… But Tate held her effortlessly with strong arms, caging her down.
“Stay where you are, Belle. Let Tate have his fill. If you’re good, he’ll make you come. If not…” Eric let the warning hang. Then he helped his buddy by gently anchoring her left arm to the bed.
Kellan circled to the other side of the bed, pinning her right arm down and bending toward her breast. As soon as he enclosed it, the suction, coupled with the rest of the stimulation, had her crying out.
They had her deliciously trapped. No way to escape or move or manipulate the sensations they heaped on her. Belle could do nothing but accept pleasure—in whatever time and way they chose to give it.
If she’d been in actual panic or pain and she told them to stop, they would, but she didn’t want them to let her go. She trusted them. These men would never hurt her physically. Her heart was another story, but even then, she knew they’d never mean to harm her. Kell had even explained his terrible past—a feat he obviously hadn’t found easy—so she wouldn’t be too devastated when he left. Wishful thinking, but Belle knew one thing for certain.
She’d waited for the right men.
Something blunt began to breach her aching sex. A cry escaped her throat as she jerked her gaze down to see that Tate had lifted his head. Now his fingers probed her, gently stretching her opening, preparing her for what came next. Though Belle was nervous, she already felt empty, greedy to be filled.
“Hurry,” she begged.
“Patience,” Eric insisted. “You’re not ready. Tate will get you there.”
Then the conversation stopped as he slid his digits deeper and suckled her clit once more. Eric and Kell each plucked on a nipple with their fingers, then with their mouths. The men moved in perfect harmony. The feel of them all drawing on her most sensitive spots at once had her holding her breath, euphoria dancing just under her skin.
Tate sucked her harder, fingers sinking deeper. Tingles swelled, spread. Her body tensed. Heat everywhere. God, she wondered if she’d ever recover from this avalanche of a climax when it finally rolled over her. The need gathered and grew as it accelerated, almost overshadowing her ability to breathe.