Four Kicks - Stephanie Brother Page 0,20

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“Too bad for him.” Ash lays his hand on my arm and slowly moves it up and down my forearm, trailing his thumb along the more sensitive skin underneath. Shivers radiate outward.

“Yeah, too bad,” I murmur, as his touch hypnotizes me.

I feel heat behind me and suddenly Landon’s there. Very close. “Should we assume you told us about your break-up for a reason?”

His hand is on my lower back, big and warm. Then Derek’s there, too. More heat, more hands, caressing from my neck down to the curve of my hips. “Need help getting over him?”

With two long fingers, Ash turns my jaw toward him, searches my eyes for a moment, and then covers my mouth with his.

He tasted like gin that night at Rusty’s. Now I detect sweet notes of cola and a familiar underlying essence that has me moving closer to him. His lips are firm and demanding, and I’m instantly wet, my body remembering his and eager to have more of him.

But he pulls back and I’m turned in the other direction, where Landon’s bending to sample me. His kiss is much more tentative but no less delicious. I reach up to brush my fingers along the stubble on his cheek and he becomes bolder, sliding his tongue along my upper lip, exploring.

Just as we’re getting into a groove, I’m turned over to Derek. Being traded off among the men is both frustrating and wonderful. Derek’s kiss is gentle, but the way he pulls me against his body is not. With a big hand splayed over my lower back he keeps me tight against his massive chest, the heat of him lighting me on fire. I run a hand through his thick hair and inhale the fresh scent of him, all of my senses tuned in.

When we break for air, I’m dazed. “Help getting over who?” I ask, and the men chuckle, their laughs blending into a sexy, low rumble I feel between my legs.

“You’ve been making things hard for us at the office, resisting us,” Nathan says as he joins the four of us.

I’m closely surrounded on all sides by gorgeous men, all of them focused on me with lust-filled eyes. I let my hands wander and find that things are hard right now and growing harder. Landon and Nathan let out simultaneous moans as I stroke the rigid bulges through their jeans.

“Well, I’m done resisting.” My voice is breathy as my hands stray purposefully below Ash’s and Derek’s belts, finding them eager and ready and – wow, Derek. He’s a very big man, and it feels like all of him is in proportion.

“Good.” Wrapping a hand around my waist, Ash backs me up. Derek and Nathan step aside as he tips me backward, laying me down on the platform in the center of the gazebo. I’m on my back, looking up as the men circle around me like hungry wolves about to feast.

13

One night won’t be nearly enough

Hands are all over me. I can’t tell who is where, as my arms and legs are caressed, fingers are run through my hair, and my skirt is pushed up to my waist. Then mouths follow hands as my skin is kissed, sucked, and bitten. Two tongues run up my inner thighs before my underwear is easily made to disappear.

I’m panting, trying to catch my breath, when Nathan bends over me, stroking my cheek, kissing a path up the side of my neck to my brow, and then taking my lower lip between his, sucking, licking, nipping.

At the same time, rough hands run up under my blouse, pushing the cups of my bra down, thumbing over my nipples before twisting, pulling, flicking.

It’s sensory overload. It’s overwhelming, even before fingers and a tongue expertly spread the lips of my pussy and dive into my pooling wetness.

My back arches and my hips lift and I grasp at any man in my reach as I soar to a breathtaking orgasm. I’m lightheaded and spinning as reality shatters for long, wonderful moments in time.

But they don’t stop.

All of the sensations that brought me over the edge continue, and before I can come down, I’m flying again, over another peak, as someone sucks on my clit and two others tease my nipples with their tongues.

It goes on for an amazingly long time, and I can’t count my orgasms as they blend together and reduce me to a panting puddle.

“Oh my god,” I sigh, nearly numb from pleasure but also every inch of me