Heap of Trouble (Trouble, Tennessee 2)

This was the kind of pleasure-filled moment that ruined a woman for any other sexual conquest. These were the kind of men who guaranteed pleasure, the kind of gratification a woman wouldn’t soon forget.

Her nipples peaked. Her mouth was moist. Good Lord, she had three six-packs of fine male forms right within her reach.

“Take the dress off.” Gabe’s voice was hard, direct, but his eyes softened as he watched her. Right after she’d arrived in her room, she’d mentioned dinner and they’d agreed they could eat. She’d dressed for a night out, but they’d wanted to dine in.

Apparently, they wanted dessert first.

Justin and Curt guided Heather to bed. Curt slipped his hands up her hips, pinching the material as he dragged her little black dress to her waist and then over her chest. He bunched it at her neck and then slipped it over her head. Holding up her hair, he planted tender kisses on her nape.

Gabe backed away and observed, seemingly lost in his own ideas of how to carry out the illicit rendezvous in progress. Light tremors washed over her as she thought of the coming activities. As she thought of the enjoyment, the pure exquisite satisfaction they could bring, she also questioned her readiness and not in the physical sense.

Her body was prepared. Her pussy wept, her juices slowly gathering at her intimate lips. Her mind, however, churned with questions and they were on the very tip of her tongue, yet she hadn’t bothered asking them. A part of her wanted to be their inexperienced little woman, the woman they could savor and teach, perhaps even school in a new dimension of sheer eroticism.

Her inner vixen fought that need, desperate to show these men how much she wanted them, how much she needed them. More importantly, she wanted to assure them of one very important fact.

She could handle them.

Curt bracketed his arm around her waist and brought her to him. He traced the fullness of her breasts, nuzzling one and then the other, tracing her hardened nipples with his tongue and fingers. “Look how sexy you are. How beautiful you are.”

She shivered then as she looked down, watching Curt as he devoured one nipple and then the next. Her back arched. Her lower half shot forward, rocking against him in pure carnal hunger, desperate for his fingers, for a probing touch.

Curt was considered the catch among them. He’d been a lady’s man in his younger years. Two years older than Heather, Curt had taken her to his senior prom. And their after-prom hours had been the moments that mattered. After a little wine, a lot of laughs, and skinny dipping in the hotel’s indoor pool, they’d ended up fucking the early morning hours away.

He’d been her first. And he’d made quite an impression, just as he made an impression now.

“Relax, baby,” he whispered, kissing her stomach.

She closed her eyes and imagined the way they’d all take her together. The men shifted beside her and manly hands cupped her bottom, lifting her up, supporting her. Justin. It was Justin now who reached around her hips and played with her clit, toyed with her until she moaned aloud.

“Pretty woman,” Justin crooned, dipping his hand down.

At that point, she couldn’t stand the suspense. She opened her eyes and gazed down, sighing as two hands worked at pleasing her, caressing her still lower.

Justin’s fingers were probing then. Her head fell back against his shoulder and she tried to loosen up. Curving her arm around his neck, she played with the hairs on his nape, raking her fingers over his skin before rocking on the balls of her feet, forcing him to catch and hold her, ground her.

Curt looked up and that lustful expression made his eyes heavy, darker even. His tongue darted out, circling her nipple over and over again. She sighed, wanting more now, needing so much more than any of them could give her one on one. As if Cu

rt were in tune with her every last desire, he went to his knees.

“Oh God, yes.” Her breath caught in her lungs as his tongue whipped around her mound, moving lower with each new circular rotation. Her body was on fire and the heat surrounding her threatened to consume her, threatened to suffocate her with the mere promise of passion.

She gasped then and her eyes went wide. Curt reached around her and grabbed her ass, encouraging the arch of her body, forcing her to give him leverage, the kind of leverage that left her weak in the knees.

His face was at her pussy. His tongue danced between her lips. He fed from her then, twisting and twirling his tongue deep inside her passage.

She whimpered, moaning as she rocked against his face, desperate for relief but also longing for a more personal connection, too.

Her eyes met Gabe’s. As if he knew precisely what she was thinking, he stood and undressed, shucking his jeans before crawling up the bed.

“So much pleasure,” she breathed, bracketing her arm around Justin’s neck now.

“Tell me about it,” Justin crooned, cupping her breast and teasing her nipple with his thumb.

She rested her free hand on Curt’s head, guiding him back to her pussy, pushing his face against her bare mound and eager then to find that first orgasm. As if they had planned and orchestrated the slow onset of torturous satisfaction, they lowered her to the bed and gathered around.

Justin was at her left. Gabe sat at her right. Curt went to his knees, but quickly spread her once more, situating himself between her thighs.

His tongue stirred pure heat and ravenous passion then. He gave her long licks, stroking and pampering her with his tongue.