Wicked Sexy (Wicked 3 1)

Tyghe rubbed her shoulders and turned her back to his brother. Tucker, who’d been bent over removing his shoes and pants, stood. Callie licked her lips, her throat going dry at the sight of his bare body. Broad shoulders, a lean, muscled torso, abs she wanted to slide her tongue over—Tucker was a masterpiece. Perfectly made. And his cock…she swallowed. Hard and flushed and so big, she wondered if it would fit.

He went to lie down on the bed, never once taking his gaze from her body. Tyghe let go of her, and she turned toward him, watching as he quickly stripped off his pants as well. They’d gone after each other so quickly each time, she’d never had a chance to really study his body.

Leaner than Tucker, but just as chiseled, just as blessed in every way that counted. Could you ever have too much of a good thing? She sure as hell hoped not.

Tyghe smiled and tilted his head. “You gonna window shop all day? Or did you want to try something on?”

A surprised laugh bubbled in her throat. She was still laughing when he kissed her. There was no hesitation in his kiss. He took her mouth as though he had every right, his tongue tangling with hers while he walked her backwards toward the bed.

She felt the backs of her knees touch the soft coverlet, and then she was whirled around and lifted, her hands reaching out to balance herself and landing on Tucker’s rock-hard chest.

Tyghe was behind her, his arm around her waist as he guided her on the bed until she was straddling Tucker’s hips. “Isn’t she the sexiest thing you’ve ever seen, Tuck? Who knew all these sweet, edible curves were hidden beneath those baggy sweatshirts she loves to wear?”

“I did.” Tucker wasn’t smiling, and Callie trembled at the rough need in his voice.

Tyghe’s lips rubbed against her shoulder, his hands smoothing over her hips as he mumbled. “Yeah. I did too.” He took a deep breath, kissing her one last time before leaning back on his heels.

Tucker lifted his hands to Callie’s hips, biting his lip at the arc of electricity that she could see flowing up his arms at the touch. “Are you ready, baby? I don’t think I can wait much longer.”

She nodded, lowering her hips until she could feel the wide head of his cock pressing insistently against her sex.

He growled. “You’re so wet, Callie. Hot. More.” His grip tightened, and Callie’s head fell back on a moan as he entered her slowly, inch by thick, delicious inch. She tried to press down harder, take more, but he held her fast. “No. I want to enjoy this. You don’t know how long I’ve…ahh, fuck, baby. So tight.”

Tyghe leaned close to whisper in her ear. “I know what he’s feeling right now, Callie. I haven’t been able to get your sweet pussy out of my dreams since I had you. Staying away from you this week nearly killed me. But the waiting is over. Take him, Callie. Take all of him, that’s right. Show him how much you want him.”

Tyghe’s words as Tucker filled her only added to the eroticism of the moment. Bright violet energy was already swirling up inside her, around her, and she knew there was more to come.

She rocked against Tucker slowly, sensually. He was biting his lip hard enough to draw blood, watching her through his thick, dark lashes as she rode him. Tyghe’s hands were caressing her back, his low murmurs of approval guiding her as she quickened her pace, reveling in the feeling of Tucker beneath her, inside her.

Callie gasped in surprise when Tyghe’s hand slid around, his fingers massaging her clit as Tucker’s hips lifted off the bed, taking her deeper. “Oh God.”

Tyghe body was pressing against her back, his cock hard and blazing hot against the cheeks of her ass, his fingers massaging her. “That’s right, Callie. You want it don’t you? Want to feel both of us inside you. Both of us fucking you.”

Too many sensations. Too much. Callie cried out as she came. She could feel her energy reach out to lick at the male bodies surrounding her, heard their groans of pleasure. Tucker’s body jerked beneath her when her inner muscles squeezed him tight with the power of her climax.

“Perfect.” Tyghe’s rasping voice shook as he pushed her forward, until she was pressed breast to chest with Tucker, who instantly took her mouth with a hungry growl.

Tyghe was caressing her ass, spreading her cheeks, but she still jumped when she felt the cool liquid. His thumb rubbed it into her ass, massaging her intimately as Tucker’s cock pulsed inside her.

“I wish I could take my time. I have so many plans for this ass, Callie. So many wicked dreams of bending you over the kitchen table and fucking you with my tongue until you scream. Of sliding one of those plugs inside you and making you keep it in all day, knowing as you went to class or talked to your friends, you’d be spending the whole day thinking of me, ready for me to make you come.”

He did? She’d never known. She thought he’d hated her for so long. She moaned. So much for her Spidey sense.

Tyghe wasn’t done. “Tucker’s had his share of fantasies too. Fantasies some of the women we’ve been with didn’t take too kindly to. If he wasn’t an enforcer, an Abbott, he’d have been cursed for calling out one woman’s name while being taken by another.”

Her eyes popped open, and she pulled her lips from Tucker’s, meeting his storm-tossed gaze with her own. He’d called her name? Didn’t he know how she felt about him? How she’d always felt about him? Her brow furrowed, and his finger came up to smooth the crease. “Later, baby. Now, just breathe.”

The head of Tyghe’s cock pressed against her ass, pushing inside the tight ring of muscles until she felt a small pop, and he was in. “Fuck. Fuck.” She was shaking. Pleasure? Pain? She wasn’t sure. Tucker’s cock was inside her, her sex tightening around him as Tyghe slowly, but firmly thrust further inside her.

Tucker was kissing her cheek, her neck. “Breathe, baby. You can take us. You were born to take us. Born for this.”

She couldn’t. She wasn’t. But, oh God it felt good. Shocks of electric passion pulsed through her veins. Every small twist of Tucker’s hips brought him deeper, further inside her. She turned to look over her shoulder at Tyghe, immediately riveted by his passionate expression. His head was thrown back, his jaw flexing with restraint, eyes closed until he sensed her watching him. He stared at her with something akin to victory lighting his eyes. “Mine.” He thrust home, his hips flush against her, fully inside her, and looked over her head at his brother. “Ours.”

“Ours.” Tucker echoed, tugging her head back around to kiss her, as though he couldn’t help himself. He pulled away and grinned, his dimples deepening in his handsome face. Callie was hit by a wave of love so strong it almost blinded her.

And then they started to move.

Callie was caught between them, holding tight to Tucker as the two men began to thrust inside her. One retreating while the other advanced. In and out in a smooth, irresistible rhythm. Filling her. Claiming her.