“What?” she squealed. “Wait a minute—”
She didn’t have a chance to say any more as Garrett moved over her.
“Lay back. Relax,” he murmured softly into her ear.
Scharlie
was breathing heavy, her chest rising and falling rapidly. She knew her eyes had to be as round as dinner plates, but she complied, lying back on the pile of blankets as Garrett eased her down. All semblance of the game disappeared from her mind.
“If you tell me to stop, I will,” Garrett told her as he trailed fingers down her cheek. “But make sure stopping is what you really want.”
He gave her a moment to think it over. A part of her was screaming to do exactly that, to stop and not go any further. She was entering territory only explored previously through imagination. But now she was being offered a chance to enter that world of heightened passion and sensual delights. Once she crossed it, she would be forever different. The only thing that really scared her was wondering if she would be content to relive the memory when Cassidy and Garrett had gone.
Then slowly, delicately, each man started nibbling the area behind her ears. Cassidy on her right and Garrett on her left, they gave feathery kisses over her skin, sliding slowly down until reaching the color of her dress. In unison, they each took a portion of the buttons, one man working at the tiny things from her neck to her chest while the other tackled from her chest to her waist. But they must have had practice because before she could examine that thought further, Garrett’s hands were climbing up her legs, pushing her skirt up as he traveled.
Before she realized what she was doing, her hands came up to halt his progress as modesty reared its ugly head.
The moment fast approached where all of her would be exposed.
Scharlie’s
heart pounded like mad.
“Sweetheart?” Garrett inquired as he tipped his head so he could look her in the eye.
“What if you don’t like what you see?” she whispered.
“That will never happen,” he vowed, and angled his body up to allow him to lower his head and kiss her lightly, tenderly, upon her lips.
He didn’t demand more from the kiss than what she allowed, and gradually she relaxed. Garrett’s hands ran up her thighs, pushing her skirt up as he concentrated on her lips, and she felt his thumbs sweeping circles over her skin.
He broke the kiss to ease back a little, his dark gaze sweeping over her.
Scharlie
felt herself blush from head to toe as he became the first man to see a part of her that no one had ever seen before.
“Garrett?”
A hint of her old fear must have registered in his name. He smiled at her and reached up with both hands to cup her head.
“You are amazing,
Scharlie
,” he said. “Absolutely beautiful.”
Then he kissed her. Not the reverent, soothing kiss from before. This kiss was electric, like being struck by lightning. He moved his mouth on hers, pressing apart her lips so that his tongue swept in to meet hers, in and out, alternating with hard pressure and then soft, going bold and then retreating. It was a duel, a dance, a seduction.
Scharlie
fell.
She reached up to wrap her arms around Garrett’s waist, lost in the sensual haze he enveloped around her. This was raw. This was potent. This was sex. After that kiss, after that moment, she never looked back. Finally, she had found the reason she had been born, had been made, and it was all for this moment.
“Your dare is to kiss her thighs.” Cassidy’s voice broke over her like water, dashing away some of the magic.
Garrett looked at his friend and smiled. “I’m getting there.”
Scharlie
looked between them, slightly bewildered. “Is he just going to sit there?”
“He, ah, is more of a voyeur,” Garrett told her.
“A what?”
“He likes to watch. To organize while he enjoys the fruits of his manipulation.”
She looked at Cassidy, who watched them with glittering eyes. “But he couldn’t have known the outcome of the game.”
Garrett leaned in to whisper in her ear. “I’m very good with a deck of cards.”
She blinked. “You cheated?”
“I stacked the deck.”
“You cheated.”
He chuckled. “Do you mind?”
With her arms around his neck and his body fitting intimately against hers, she was rapidly losing focus on the conversation. She shook her head. “But I don’t know if I ever want to play cards with you again.”
“Deal,” he said, and then all conversation ceased as he claimed her lips with his.
The kiss was raw, passionate. It dominated her senses until all thought fled, leaving
Scharlie
on a tightrope of pure lust.
His hands started working the many buttons on her blouse, his big, blunt fingers able to maneuver the tiny holes until all that covered her was her chemise. Garrett broke the kiss to travel down her neck, then to her chest, where the material barely covered her heaving breasts. Then lightly, almost reverently, he took her areola into his wet mouth, cotton and all.
Scharlie
gasped, her back arched, as he tenderly bit the puckered center, tugging it through the thin chemise.
His fingers came up to open the top of her gown, and
Scharlie
moaned as he latched onto bare skin. He sucked hard, causing her to just about jump out of her skin. She wiggled and begged for more. There was a direct sensation from her nipples to her pussy, a somewhat unfulfilled feeling that demanded to be satisfied. She didn’t know if she liked the sensation or not, but there was no denying its need.
Just as she wasn’t sure she could stand any more, he released her nipple to trail his lips down her torso, her belly, until he reached the curls at the junction of her thighs. Instinctively, she went to close her legs.
“Let him,” Cassidy ordered her. “Let him see your sweet pussy.”
Raw need coursed through her at the word he used.
Scharlie
relaxed just enough for Garrett to push her legs firmly open, his mouth first pressing small kisses along the inside of her leg as he circled closer to where she ached.
“Very good,” Cassidy murmured.
Scharlie
grudgingly opened her eyes to look at him. She watched him move, panther-like, across the blankets toward her and Garrett. She saw his nostrils flare on the scent of her arousal, and his eyes glittered with his own sexual stimulation.
“You want him to continue,
Scharlie
? Do you want Garrett to be your lover?”
At that moment, Garrett’s mouth settled on her slit.
Scharlie
gasped at the unexpected feeling as his tongue took a swipe over her.
“Do you want to be ours,
Scharlie
?” Cassidy whispered in her ear, seducing all her doubts away.
She moaned her acquiescence.
Cassidy took her by the shoulders and leaned her back while Garrett stood up to remove his clothes. As he did that, Cassidy started stimulating her all over again. He kissed the back of her neck and rubbed his soft cheek bristles against the sensitive skin, causing her to gasp. She had never realized how arousing her back could be.
His hands slid around her, cupping her breasts, filling his palms with the heaviness of their weight. He massaged the plump mounds, teasing the nipples all over again. She thrust her chest out more, her head falling back onto his chest. She lay cradled between his legs.
Garrett leaned over her, kissing his way down her body. He nipped and licked all the way back down to where her pussy lips waited for attention.
“Do it,” Cassidy ordered. “Make her cunt weep.”
With one hand spreading her, Garrett’s mouth descended. He licked his way up and down, over and over, until she thought she would go out of her mind. Her juices flowed, and he lapped them up like a cat licking cream. And then he found the spot that cried for attention, the little bundle of nerves that she had discovered with her hand, and sucked that into the hot vortex of his mouth. She jumped, cried out, and came immediately. The white-hot fire that roared through her caused her to beg for more as her hands reached out for Garrett to urge him to settle over and consume her. She wanted him, wanted him inside her to put out the inferno that raged.
She half felt Cassidy withdrawing as Garrett obeyed her unspoken need. She felt herself laid back down as Garrett’s big body moved over her, reminding her of a panther stalking his prey. His lips captured hers, and she realized the musky taste on his tongue was her, her particular flavor of ecstasy. Garrett pushed her thighs wide and settled between them.
Scharlie
felt his cock searching, probing, hard steel encased in hot silk.
And then, he pushed.
Pain overshadowed everything for a moment, and Garrett held still as she adjusted to the new sensation of being filled and stretched. Tears leaked from her eyes, and he leaned down to lick them away.
“Take a deep breath,” he murmured. “It’ll fade.”
“It hurts,” she gasped.
“Come on, deep breath. Relax your muscles. That’s it. Just breathe.”
Scharlie
did as he said, little by little letting her body relax and accept the huge shaft that stretched her. The pain eased somewhat, but she was still a little uncomfortable.
“Cass,” Garrett said, “she needs a little help.”
Cassidy crawled over and slid his hand down until it found her clit. His finger started rubbing it gently, and Garrett joined in with his hips, flexing in tune with Cassidy’s massage.
“Oh,” she moaned. All discomfort fled at the startling sensation taking place in her most intimate place. Her eyes flew open, and she saw two men staring at her in wonder and in lust. She also saw that while Cassidy rubbed her clit, he was also rubbing his cock up and down with his free hand.
Garrett rose above her, his black hair hanging forward to obscure his eyes. From her vantage point, he looked like a fallen angel. Back and forth, he sawed at her, rocking his massive cock in and out, hitting all the sweet spots inside. The muscles in his arms bulged, and she reached up to hold on to their pillars of strength.
Cassidy’s fingers traveled past Garrett’s balls slapping her ass to find her tight hole. His finger slid in, and she bucked at the unexpected feeling of having both holes filled. She wasn’t sure if she liked it, but it definitely added something deeper to Garrett’s thrusts.
He plunged in and out, moving in time with Garrett, using her juices to lubricate and soothe the friction of his onslaught. Soon, however, she forgot to think about anything and just let herself feel. She found Garrett’s rhythm and started to move with him. With each slam of his hips,
Scharlie
moaned and fell apart a little more. Too many sensations overcame her, and she came with a little scream, falling off the pinnacle into floating stars.
“I’m losing it,” Garrett warned in a low, intense voice. “
Scharlie
!”
Her vaginal walls milked him as she felt him expand, and then the hot rush of his climax burned through her. He groaned as his hips pumped several times until he collapsed on top of her. She felt Cassidy’s fingers leave her just as she heard him also groan.
Exhausted, she instantly fell into a deep sleep.
Chapter Six
Sounds penetrated through the darkness, teasing her awake.
Scharlie
opened her eyes into the pitch blackness of the cellar. Only a sliver of light now streamed over the steps.
Scharlie
scrambled to her feet, mindless of stepping on the two sleeping men who cocooned her on both sides. Cassidy and Garrett awoke with grunts.
“Hello!” she called out loudly.
Feet overhead shuffled about, and then she heard the voice of Sheriff Tanner through the cellar door.
“
Scharlie
! Is that you?”
“Yes!”
“It’s good to hear your voice, girl! We’re working on getting you out. Your barn is in your kitchen, but the rest of the house is still standing!”
“Oh God!”
“Hold on,
Scharlie
! We’re working fast!”
Cassidy threw her clothes into her arms. “Unless you want to greet them naked, I suggest you get dressed.”