A Wanton Woman (Mail Order Bride of Slate Springs 1)

“No!” I cried, wanting him to continue.

“Don’t worry, doll. I’m not going anywhere.” Instead of one finger slipping back inside me, he worked two in, scissoring and turning them to stretch me open. I felt the burn of it, the tight fit and I hissed out a breath. Even after having Luke inside me twice, I was still unused to such attentions.

Luke returned his mouth to mine, kissing me as Walker gently worked my body. When he put his thumb over my clit and circled it, my legs almost gave out. A hand banded about my waist to hold me up. My eyes were closed and I didn’t know whose it was. I didn’t care, for I wanted what both of them were giving me. I felt surrounded and cherished, possessed and pleasured. I felt like I was the center of their world.

“I’m going to... I need, I can’t—”

“Let go, doll,” Walker murmured, never stopping his ministrations. “We’ve got you. We’ll keep you safe.”

The pleasure morphed into a swirling ball of heat that spread from between my legs outward. My fingers and toes tingled, color swirled behind my eyelids. It was as if the pleasure was lifting me up so high that there was nowhere to go but down.

I gripped Luke’s forearms, my fingers digging into the hard muscles, holding on. I was coming apart, as if seams on my body began to unravel. With one surprising curl of Walker’s fingers, the string was pulled and I came apart. I was flying, soaring, falling, but I didn’t care.

I cried out against Luke’s mouth, his kiss swallowing the sounds. My body shook, my hips shifting to ride Walker’s fingers, to continue the pleasure he wrung from my body, to never let it end.

Before I returned to myself, I felt lifted, the room spinning and then the cushion of a couch at my back. The long hem of my nightgown was pushed up so it bunched about my waist. The warm air of the room cooled my skin from the bliss they’d wrung from my body. I should have been ashamed that my lower body was exposed to both of the men, but I had yet to recover. My skin was heated and coated in perspiration, my breath was ragged. Slowly, I opened my eyes to see Walker looming over me, the two fingers he’d had inside of me in his mouth. I realized that he was licking up my wetness, the desire from between my thighs that clung to his skin.

“You have to taste her, brother,” Walker told Luke, who was kneeling on the floor beside the couch.

With deft hands, Luke lifted one of my legs up onto the back of the couch, the other he widened so my foot was on the floor, my knee bent. I was spread so wide he was able to move between them. Hands slid up my inner thighs to have his thumbs run over the crease between my leg and my pussy.

“Just look at her,” Luke marveled. I tried to push my legs together, but his hands held me apart. “No, sweetheart. Let us look at you. So pretty. Pink and plush. Walker had a taste. It’s my turn.”

“But—”

“If you don’t like it, I’ll stop.” His warm breath fanned my tender skin.

I couldn’t offer a retort, for he lowered his head then and ran the flat of his tongue over my most intimate flesh.

“Oh my God, what are you doing?” I pushed at his shoulders, but when his thumbs parted my folds and opened me wide for his tongue to lick and circle my entrance, then higher where Walker had circled his thumb, I grabbed onto his head and pulled him closer. “Yes, right there.”

“I don’t think she’s ever had her pussy tasted before,” Walker said. “Isn’t that right, doll?”

I moaned then, my only response. Luke said he’d stop, but I didn’t want him to. Ever. Luke’s mouth was decadent and so very wicked. I could feel his hair brushing against my inner thighs, the whiskers on his jaw rasping my tender skin. I arched my hips, tilted my head back and stared vaguely up at the colorful shadows from the fireplace that danced across the ceiling.

“Luke’s going to get that honey sweet taste of your pussy on his tongue, then he’s going to make you come again. Then you’ll be ready for our cocks.”

Walker kept talking, a long string of dirty words that only heightened my arousal.

You’re so beautiful. So perfect for us. I love the way you’ve got your legs spread so wide for Luke. I can still taste you on my tongue. I’m so hard for you.

Of course, with Luke’s head between my thighs, the raspy feel of his whiskers on my sensitive skin had me close to the brink so quickly, but it was the dirty words that had me crying out.

“Do you want our cocks, doll?”

“God, yes.”

Luke’s mouth wasn’t enough. Walker’s fingers hadn’t been enough. I wanted to be filled.

“She just got wetter,” Luke said, his tongue lapping it all up. “She likes the idea.”

Yes, I did like the idea very much.

“Come first. We’re both big and we don’t want to hurt you.”

I shook my head, but I wasn’t really sure what for any longer.

When Luke slipped two fingers into me as Walker had, curling them over a certain spot as his tongue flicked a very sensitive bundle of nerves, I came again. My body stiffened, every muscle tightening. I clenched down on Luke’s fingers as my mouth opened wide, but no sound could escape. My fingers gripped his hair as I rocked my hips to make the feelings linger as long as possible. This time it wasn’t as intense, the pleasure rolling over me like a thunderstorm across the prairie. It was still powerful and I was wilted and sated, overcome with pleasure. I was drenched in it.