Read Colters' Lady: Colters’ Legacy, Book 2 Online
Authors: Maya Banks
This way…it might not be the most conventional, and he damn sure didn’t have any experience with multiple partners, but it was a forced reality of their new circumstances.
There were plenty of nights he remembered his parents sharing the same bed, and he damn sure didn’t believe they were all just snuggling.
He just hoped like hell he didn’t have performance anxiety issues now of all times.
Wanting to allay her insecurities, he bent and swept her into his arms. Then he turned to Dillon.
“She’d be a hell of a lot more comfortable on a bed.”
Dillon bolted into action and started down the hall to his master suite. Michael followed behind Seth as he carried Lily into the bedroom. In the center was a mahogany four-poster king-sized bed. Seth gently
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set her down and positioned her so that she was in the center, but he pulled her until her legs hung over the edge.
He wasn’t going to direct a damn thing. His brothers could figure it out on their own. All Seth knew was that he wanted to make Lily feel impossibly cherished, and he planned to love every inch of her.
She was exquisitely lovely, naked against the covers, her pale skin flush with desire. He honestly didn’t know where to start. He was captivated and wanted to taste every inch of her.
Her thighs were parted just enough that he could see the soft, pink flesh of her pussy. He bent and grasped her knees, parting her further as he pressed a kiss to the inside of her thigh.
Her reaction was instantaneous. She shivered and twitched against him.
He kissed his way to the soft patch of curls that guarded her femininity and then crossed to the other side to kiss his way back down to her knee.
She moaned and twisted restlessly beneath him.
The bed dipped and Michael crawled onto the mattress next to where Lily lay. Seth watched in fascination as his brother palmed one breast and then bent his head to suckle her nipple.
Lily’s hand tangled in Michael’s hair, bringing him closer, holding him there as he fed gently at her breast.
Seth lowered his head once more and slid his fingers over the lips of her vagina, pushing until they parted under his insistence.
The pink, delicate flesh called to him. He wanted to taste her. To lick every part of her until she was writhing and begging for mercy.
He kissed the softness of the inside of her thigh just a breath from her pussy. Then he nipped lightly, eliciting another full-body shiver from her.
Using his fingers to part the folds, he hovered over her clit, blowing a warm stream of air before he finally closed his mouth over it.
Her hips arched off the bed as he sucked gently, flicking his tongue over the tip. He closed his eyes, savoring her taste, the delicate sweetness that was so much a part of her.
He dipped lower, lapping and licking his way to her tiny entrance. He rimmed the edges, teasing with shallow little thrusts before plunging his tongue inward, absorbing her essence.
The bed dipped again, and Seth looked up to see Dillon on Lily’s other side. Dillon carefully placed a few packets of condoms next to Lily’s hips, a subtle reminder to Seth about protection.
Then Dillon leaned over to touch Lily’s cheek before lowering his mouth to hers.
“Did you tell them?” she whispered to Dillon. “About the condoms.” Dillon caressed her cheek in a tender motion and kissed her again before saying, “We’ll always protect you, Lily. You have my word.”
Her smile was brilliant and did funny things to Seth’s insides.
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It was a little unreal, this woman stretched beneath the three of them, Michael at her breast while Dillon devoured her mouth. Their hands coaxed up and down her sides, cupped her breasts, their mouths never leaving her skin while Seth stood between her legs.
Her eyes were drowsy and glazed, infused with passion. She made sweet little sounds of contentment that were about to drive Seth beyond all control.
He eased a finger into her, watching as her eyes widened. He stroked the slick walls of her vagina with the tip, withdrawing and then sliding back into her warmth.
He couldn’t wait to get inside her. His cock throbbed and was so damn swollen it was a wonder he hadn’t split apart at the seams.
There was something intensely erotic about seeing her in complete surrender. Giving herself to the care and regard of him and his brothers. Trusting that they wouldn’t hurt her and that they’d cherish her trust.
He reached for a condom and hastily tore away the wrapper. Then he left her long enough to tear at his clothing. He tossed his shirt aside then ripped at his pants, suddenly desperate to feel her against his skin.
He rolled the condom on, wincing at how tight the latex was around his straining erection. Then he leaned into her, rubbing his length up and down her slit before fitting himself to her opening.
He reached for her hand that lay next to her hip and laced his fingers with hers just before inching his way forward into the hot clasp of her pussy.
She squeezed his fingers and made a helpless sound of pleasure around Dillon’s mouth.
She was tight. Impossibly so. He didn’t want to hurt her, but with every passing second, he battled the urge to bury himself as hard and as deep as he could go.
He clenched his teeth together until the pressure in his jaw made him ache. He withdrew and then carefully pressed forward again.
Her silken, swollen tissue grasped wetly at him, trying to push him back and holding him so tight that he fought not to come then and there.
“Sweet Jesus, Lily, you feel so good,” he whispered. “So damn good.”
“Take me,” she said in low, velvet tones. “Don’t hold back, Seth. You won’t hurt me.” He pulled back once more, enjoying the ripple over his cock, and then he drove hard and fast, burying himself to the balls inside her.
She gasped and arched up, her muscles contracting and jittering until he had to hold her down to keep her from unseating him. Her fingers flexed and dug into his, and a strangled cry erupted from her lips.
He stood there, leaning into her, feeling her contract and squeeze around him. Then he withdrew his hand from hers and looped her legs over his arms, pulling her higher so he had a better angle of entry.
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He withdrew and plunged inward again. Fire erupted, burning a path from his balls to the tip of his cock. His orgasm built, rising hard and fast, boiling inside him to the point of pain. Every nerve ending screamed. Electricity arced and flowed, heating his veins until his blood sizzled.
He began to thrust. Hard. Fast. Driving into her until he was mindless—helpless against the rising tide.
He was aware of his brothers soothing her, caressing her, murmuring in low voices as they worshipped her body. But for Seth, it was only him and Lily in this one moment. Joined so intimately, him an irrevocable part of her.
He claimed her. He possessed her. He told her without words that she was his—would always be his—and that she held his heart and soul in the palms of her hands.
And then he heard it. His name on her lips. Torn from her throat as release rushed upon them both. It wasn’t a gentle ride to completion. It was like riding a tornado, tumultuous and so dizzying that he lost all awareness of everything but her. Lily. His woman. His.
He jerked against her, his hips pumping spasmodically as the first jet of his release burst from his cock. He cried out. It was part pain and all pleasure. So intense that the room was black around him.
He heard the vague sounds of his brothers removing their clothing, and he slumped forward, gathering Lily into his arms as he continued to pump against her.
She wrapped her arms around him, rubbing up and down with her soothing touch. Her lips brushed over the scar on his shoulder, lingering as she pressed tiny kisses over the puckered skin. She followed her mouth with her fingers, tracing the outline. When he lowered his gaze, he saw that her lips were turned down as she stared at the wound.
He lowered his head to kiss the frown away, and she slid her hands around his neck, holding him lovingly as the last vestiges of his release shook from his body.
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Lily moaned when Seth eased off her and withdrew from her body. She floated, the world hazy around her. She felt listless and completely sated. She smiled in Seth’s direction, and then Dillon moved between them, blocking her view.
Dillon’s eyes were fierce, dark orbs that had her catching her breath. He leaned over, pressing his body to hers until she felt every muscle ripple and coil against her breasts.
He kissed her once. Hot and breathless. Not the kiss of a patient man bent on wooing his woman. No, this was a demand for a response, and she gave it, wrapping her arms around him as she pulled him down to meet her lips again.
“Tell me, Lily, can you take me and Michael at the same time?” he rasped against her mouth.
Arousal coiled and tightened low in her belly. Her breasts ached, and her nipples drew into tight points that dug into his chest.
“How?” she whispered.
He drew away and extended his hand to help her up. He pulled her into a sitting position and then prompted her to get up on her knees.
Michael climbed onto the bed in front of her, and she caught her first glimpse of his long, thick cock.
Michael’s body was a thing of beauty. All lean lines, tight muscles, narrow hips. His erection jutted outward and bobbed in front of her lips.
As Dillon kissed the small of her back, Michael fisted his erection in his hand and slowly guided it toward her mouth.
She wet her lips and then parted them as he entered. For a moment he rested there, with the head barely past her lips. Then he thrust further and his taste exploded onto her tongue.
Salty. Tangy. A hint of musk. All male. Rugged and masculine like him. He still had his hand wrapped around the base, and he was inside her mouth as far as he could go.
Dillon teased the seam of her ass, running his finger up and down and then lower to ease into her pussy. Still swollen from Seth’s lovemaking, she flinched when her tissues clasped Dillon’s finger as tightly as if it were a cock.
“Easy baby,” Dillon murmured. “I won’t hurt you. We’re going to take this nice and easy. You have all the time in the world to take me, and if I ever hurt you, you let me know. I’ll back off immediately.”
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She closed her eyes and allowed Michael to work deep inside her mouth again. He was gentle and patient, keeping his strokes shallow and slow to give her time to adjust.
Dillon eased his finger inside her again, but this time he did so with ease. She felt the cool slide of lubricant as he carefully moved his fingers until her passage was completely coated.
Then he pulled away, and a moment later, the tip of his cock breached her entrance. There was a burning, stretching sensation as he pushed inward. Even with the lubricant, it was a tight fit.
But he was achingly tender, moving in increments, giving her time to adjust to his size and his possession. She stretched wide around the base of his cock until she was impossibly full.
The restless, edgy build was back. She pushed against him, wanting more, wanting the delicious friction of his cock burning through her pussy.
His hips finally met her ass and pressed against her, holding firm for a long moment. Then he withdrew until she squirmed and tried to push back to take him again.
He rocked forward again, gripping her hips to hold her in place. Michael cupped her jaw and fed her his cock, inch by delicious inch.
The two men moved in rhythm, buffeting her body between theirs. She was overpowered by them.
Awed by them. Completely consumed by her need for them.
At one point Michael pulled away, his breaths coming in harsh spurts. His chest heaved with exertion, and he held his cock away from her as he caressed her cheek with his other hand.
“I’m close,” he murmured. “But I want to be inside you when I come. I want to make you come again.”
“Kiss me,” she begged softly. “Kiss me while Dillon takes me.” Michael lowered himself until he was on eye level with her. She reached up to cup his face and then fused their mouths together. Their tongues tangled and dueled while Dillon fucked her with increasing force.
Dillon’s fingers dug into her sides, tighter until she was sure she’d bear his marks.
Faster and more frantic, he pushed himself inside her until she felt his balls slap against her clit. Then he went tense all over and strained, holding himself as deep as he could go. A huge shudder rolled through his big body, and he spasmed against her.
He leaned over and pressed his lips to the center of her back. “Did I hurt you?” She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “I know you’d never hurt me.”
“This might be a little uncomfortable,” he said, regret in his voice. He leaned back and then eased himself from the tight clasp of her body.
Her knees shook so badly that she threatened to buckle. Michael caught her shoulders and gently turned her until she was on her back again.
He lowered himself until he half covered her, his body warm and flush against hers.
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“Where do you like to be touched?” he asked softly. “Tell me how to please you, Lily.” Heat brushed her cheeks, but she met his gaze, emboldened by the approval and true desire to please her she found in his eyes.
“Here,” she whispered as she cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. “And here.” She gestured toward the spot on her neck below her ear—the part that drove her insane when it was nibbled at. “And here.” She lowered her hand to delve between her legs and rub over her clit.
“Mmm. I can’t wait to taste all three,” Michael said throatily.
He angled his head and grazed his teeth along the column of her neck until her entire body was bathed in goosebumps. He nipped and sucked and kissed, tormenting her endlessly until she writhed uncontrollably beneath him.