Sarah's Seduction (Men of August 2)

She didn’t know how long she had sat there, and paid no attention when Sam walked into the room. She definitely took notice when he went to his knees before her though.

Sarah looked up, blinking, her heart pounding at the sheer, undiluted agony in his eyes.

“I need—” He swallowed tightly, regret and remorse thick in his voice.

Sarah’s eyes went to Brock. He was watching his brother closely. When his eyes met hers, there was in a plea in them. Her breath stuttered in her chest. Sam needed. He needed her. His only connection to his twin. Just as Marly was his only connection to Cade.

He lifted the book from her hand, carefully marking her page then laying it on the table beside her. Sarah trembled. She had never seen lust in a man’s eyes like she saw in Sam’s. No love, no affection, only lust, tortured and desperate. Brock was sitting on the couch now and she saw his thick erection tenting his sweat pants. There was the love she needed. Love and approval shining bright and pure in his eyes.

She looked at Sam, watching as his hands went to her legs, curled in the chair, tucked beneath the nightshirt. He gripped her knees, pulling them from their bent position until her feet were flat on the floor, one leg on each side of him.

Her hands fluttered, then settled on the chair arm, gripping it desperately as his hands went to her thighs and began smoothing the shirt up them. She could feet her body warming, arousal building. She didn’t want it to, she still couldn’t believe it could happen, but it did. And Sam looked so much like Brock that it was easy to allow herself to slip into the desire he needed.

Brock didn’t approach Sam. He just sat on the couch watching, breathing heavily, entranced with the sight of another man preparing to pleasure his woman. Sarah allowed herself to relax in the chair, to lift her hips as Sam drew the shirt over them. Then he was pulling it from her body and tossing it aside.

“I know what you like,” Sam whispered as he leaned forward, his lips touching hers as she watched him, wide-eyed with shock and desire. “Will you let me give you what you need, Sarah?”

He whispered the words then licked her lips. Sarah’s eyelids fluttered, her breasts heaved with the need for air. She felt her thighs weakening, her cunt moistening, preparing her body for her lover’s brother.

His lips drifted over hers, his fight for control tightening his muscles, making his body tremble. She could feel the drive for domination in his body, his desperate fight to stay gentle, to touch her with tenderness in spite of the fury raging inside him. He didn’t want gentle, he didn’t want easy. She nipped his lip. Hard.

Sam jerked, his eyes flaring with surprise.

“What’s the point, if it doesn’t help you?” she asked him. “I’m not Marly. I don’t need your love.”

Sam’s eyes narrowed.

“I could hurt you.” She could see the fear in his eyes that he would.

Her hands rose from his shoulders, going to his thick hair and fisting in it tightly.

“And I could hurt you.”

She watched his eyes flare, his lust rising, but the shadows lessened. A hard smile tilted his face. He jerked her to him, his lips mashing down on hers, driving her lips into her teeth as his tongue speared into her mouth. And Brock was watching. Sarah gave herself to Sam, to the violence he was more than willing to spend on her body, her arousal deepening at the thought that Brock watched. That he approved.

Sam groaned into her mouth as her nails pricked his scalp. His hands were at her back, his blunt nails scratching over her skin, his mouth eating at her, the violence of the kiss throwing them both into a maelstrom of pleasure.

Sarah was breathing hard, rough, when Sam ended their kiss. There was a smear of blood on his lip where her teeth had nipped him. He licked over it experimentally, then grinned. A true grin. One filled with promise.

“Sarah?” Brock was standing beside the chair, concern marking his face, and he wasn’t alone.

Cade was there, his eyes narrowed on them both. Sarah was breathing roughly. Her breasts were swollen, her nipples hard, on fire with hunger. As she watched Brock, her eyes heavy lidded, she felt Sam’s mouth cover one of the turgid tips. She moaned harshly as she felt the edge of his teeth, a sharp nip, a rough lave of his tongue. She bucked against his him, her body catching fire as Brock’s eyes seemed to glitter with knowledge, with intent as he bent to her free breast.

She screamed out with the searing sensations. Two mouths, equally hot, teeth equally sharp, hard male groans vibrating against her flesh as both breasts were tended to. It was too much. She didn’t know if she could handle more. Her head fell back, one hand burying in Brock’s hair, her fingers clenching tight and hard in the strands, the other repeating the action in Sam’s. They were killing her. Their fingers plumped her flesh, mouths suckled hard, teeth nipped while tongues stroked. Sarah’s moans shocked even her. Deep and harsh, hungry.

A sense of movement had her eyes opening. Sam and Brock drew away from her as Cade pushed the central table out of the way and dragged the mattress from the futon couch in the corner of the room. Each man was naked now, cocks hard and throbbing, swollen with anticipation and lust.

“Are you sure, baby?” Brock bent, his tongue soothing her swollen lips. “Be sure it’s what you want, Sarah.”

She was breathing so hard it nearly hurt. Her hand fell to her heaving stomach, her fingers gliding slowly to the heated flesh between her thighs. Her fingers dipped into the valley of her cunt, sliding low, to the entrance of her vagina. There, they dipped into the narrow channel as each man watched in fascination. She lifted her hand, her fingers glistening with the slick essence of her want. She brought one finger to her lips, coating them with the glistening juice, then sucked her finger languidly.

“Son of a fucking bitch,” Brock growled, his eyes dazed.

Sam wasn’t nearly as vocal, he used actions to show his approval. He jerked her from the chair against his chest, picking her up and carrying her to the mattress.

“She’s using the plug.” Sarah heard Cade growl. “Take it out before we go any further.”

Sam flipped her on her stomach when he laid her down, jerking her hips up, her knees automatically catching her weight. The position lifted her buttocks, giving each man a clear view of the bottom of the device.