Without a word, Kelsey reached for Jeremy. He met her halfway, plowing into her mouth and pulling her against him in one tense moment. As he gripped her hips, she felt his erection press insistently against her. She writhed against him.
Achingly aroused now from kissing all of them—something so close to her fantasy—she looped her arms around her boss’s neck and threw herself into the kiss. The heat of his mouth mesmerized her. With a hand pressed firmly to the back of her head, he gave her no chance to escape, but continued his onslaught as the endless seconds ticked away.
Suddenly, a wave of male heat shimmered behind her. A hot palm landed on her shoulder, and harsh breath on the back of her neck clawed through her body, all the way to her clit. Tucker.
Another blast sidled up on her right, and she felt a male hand grip her own. Rhys. Even that little touch set her ablaze. They were touching her, somewhere—all at once. Her body sang chorus and verse of
Hallelujah!
Then Rhys’s other hand cupped the side of her breast.
She gasped into Jeremy’s mouth, and he used the opportunity to sink deeper into her, while Tucker edged closer and laid his lips on the back of her neck. Incredible, the heat, the need . . . She melted, her knees literally losing the ability to hold her up.
Gasping for air and sanity, she broke free of Jeremy’s mouth and shot a startled glare at Rhys. He didn’t say a word . . . just brushed his thumb across her taut nipple. The sensation pinged through her body. Jeremy watched, hissing in a breath. God, she’d have thought he’d rip Rhys’s hand off, but instead he looked . . . aroused.
Holding herself steady with a grip on one of Jeremy’s shoulders, she turned a tentative gaze behind her at Tucker. Definitely aroused. She almost didn’t recognize him—wild eyes, heaving chest, every muscle in his body tight. No longer her easygoing pal.
With a savage yank, he pulled her around, dragging her against his body again. His kiss came hard, fast. Breath left her, and she felt swollen everywhere. And incredibly wet. Then it was Jeremy’s lips on her neck, nibbling, watching her surrender her mouth to Tucker. She felt his eyes on her. That realization, along with his scorching-hot stare, sent a bolt of need through her.
Rhys pressed against her side, his lips at her ear. “You look so fucking sexy.”
Jeremy sandwiched a hand between her and Tucker to cup her breast and pinch her nipple. “Are you wet?”
Tucker tore his mouth away. “Are you, honey?”
She looked at them—all of them. They must know . . .
“Yes.” She was barely able to choke the word out over her lust.
“Good.” Tucker smiled, then cradled her other breast.
Dear God, she had two men’s hands on her aching mounds at the same time? A fantasy to be sure, but she’d never imagined it could ever be a reality. And it was heaven.
“Please don’t tell me I’m dreaming,” she whimpered.
“You like this? You want us?” Jeremy growled.
“I’ve fantasized about this for months.”
“All of us, all together?” Rhys asked. “Like the book on your nightstand?”
Tucker and Jeremy stared, panting, hanging on her answer. Her stomach pitched and rolled. Her heart hammered loudly in her ears.
Lord, this was crazy, impetuous. Also the most dizzyingly pleasurable moment of her life.
She clenched her thighs together, but nothing was going to ease this ache except her men. “Yes!”
Tucker flicked the nipple of the breast Rhys cupped and took her mouth in a ravaging kiss. When he finally lifted away, he was breathing harder than ever. He looked at Jeremy and Rhys in question. Was this all unscripted? Whatever he saw on their faces made him relax.
“Let me see you kiss him.” Tucker pointed at Rhys—and reached for the buttons on her shirt.
CHAPTER
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SEVEN
Heart racing, Kelsey leaned left. Plunging his fingers into her
hair, Rhys dragged her mouth to his. With an urgent press of lips, he devoured her.
Rhys’s hunger bled into her and burned. She melted against Tucker with a gasp, her fingers clutching his shirt.
“You like that,” Tucker whispered. It wasn’t a question. She
did
like it—loved it.
She moaned, and his fingers made quick work of her buttons until he shoved the garment off her shoulders. It had barely cleared her body when he cupped her lace-clad breasts, plumping her nipples with his fingers. Behind her, Jeremy attacked her bra’s hooks and dragged the straps down her shoulders. Tucker ripped the cups from her body, exposing her to their ravenous gazes.
Rhys broke away, panting, and stared. Jeremy covered her right nipple with a slightly rough palm. She shivered. A fresh ache bloomed there. Craving his touch, she arched into his hand.
And into Tucker’s waiting mouth.
Her best friend lifted her left breast until his hot tongue swirled around its nipple, teasing, flicking the sensitive bud. Then he drew her flesh deeper with a gentle suction that brought her to the tips of her toes and the edge of her self-control. She keened out at the dizzying rise of pleasure.
Then Jeremy repeated the motion with her right breast, taking the crest into his mouth and lavishing it with attention, a caress of tongue, a rough scrape of teeth.
As Kelsey looked down, her breath caught. A man at each breast, both dark heads moving as they worked her tender flesh, mouths pulling at her nipples that seemed attached by a thin electric wire to her clit. The sensations engulfed her, tearing through restraint and composure.
“Yes. God, yes!” she cried out. “More ...”
“You look hot getting your nipples sucked, baby,” Rhys murmured against her lips as he caressed her ass. “Are they arousing you?”
Jeremy turned blazing dark eyes up at her as he drew the hard tip of her breast between his lips again, dragging it between his teeth. Her fingers tightened in his hair. Tucker sucked at her with strong pulls that deepened her ache unbearably. They made her breathless, wet. Wanton.
Forming words at the moment was beyond her. She whimpered and nodded.
“Wow,” Rhys murmured. “Your cheeks and chest are beautifully rosy. I wonder if the rest of that pretty fair skin is all flushed too.”
“Find out,” Tucker whispered against the curve of her breast.
Rhys hustled behind her and dug into the snap of her jeans. It came apart in his hands. Her zipper fell next before he manipulated the denim and her little panties down her thighs.
This was dangerous, the three of them touching her at once. So overwhelming. She should put a stop to it. Three alpha males like this would never be able to share her—separately or all together— even temporarily. But how the hell was she supposed to reject something she wanted so badly? Even find the words, when she was so overwhelmed by their touch? How could she not experience her most persistent, recurring fantasy?
The second her jeans and panties cleared her hips, Jeremy knelt and pushed them to her ankles, then raised each foot so he could lift them free. He raked a fingertip through her wet slit, lingering over her needy clit. Every one of his exhalations brushed her slick flesh. Tucker swallowed her gasp with his kiss. Rhys reached around her body to toy with her nipples, so sensitive now they felt tight and burning.
Overloaded. Overwhelmed. Overboard. And she loved it.
“Let’s get her to the bed,” Jeremy murmured.
“Hell, yeah,” Rhys breathed on her neck as he cradled her breasts, thumbing her nipples.
Tucker hesitated, his mouth hovering above her own, his blue eyes watching her carefully as if searching her willingness.
“Talk to me,” he whispered.
Kelsey bit her lip. She was likely going to hell for loving three men so much and begging for this. She feared what sex would do to her relationships with them . . . but fighting their pull and her heart was impossible.
“I want this,” she whimpered. “All of you. It’s what I fantasize about every night. Please ...”
Tucker looked over her shoulder at Rhys, then nodded sharply. “Her bed. Now.”
Her belly clenched at the resolution in his words. She had no time to think about the fact that her most searing fantasy was about to become reality before Tucker pushed her back into Rhys’s arms. The beefy fireman lifted her effortlessly, charged past the others, and dashed down the hall. He kicked the door open and stormed in. Jeremy fanned out beside him and ran to tear the pillows, quilts, and top sheet from the feminine bed. Nothing to impede them from ravishing her.
“Set her in the middle, legs spread,” he ordered.
Without a word, Rhys did as Jeremy commanded. Their stares were all over her, and she couldn’t help but arch up in offering. Rhys leaned over her, focused on her nipples beading right under his lips. Jeremy crawled up the foot of the bed, taking an ankle in each hand, his hungry gaze between her legs. Tucker hovered just inside in the doorway, tearing at his shirt, his blue gaze ensnaring hers.
Kelsey looked for something to cover herself so she could catch her breath, make sense of this fast-moving train. But Jeremy, in his usual ruthless fashion, ensured she had nowhere to hide, no way to escape the blistering intent in their eyes that told her they were going to push her to her limits and beyond. She trembled.
No clit stimulators here that she could adjust to the speed and pressure comfortable for her. No slender vibrators she found easy to insert . . . and forget. They were going to consume her, ramp her up and up and up, have no mercy, push and shove her into endless pleasure until they were good and done.
Swallowing, Kelsey opened her mouth, besieged by second thoughts. Individually, each of the guys devastated. Together . . . what if she couldn’t handle the reality of her fantasy?
“Whatever you’re about to say, don’t.” Jeremy knelt between her parted thighs, his wide shoulders ensuring that she had no way to close them. “This is your fantasy, and we’re going to fulfill it. Be woman enough to take it.”
“Feel us,” Rhys whispered as he knelt, lowering himself over her breasts.
“Surrender to us,” a shirtless Tucker added, coming to the right side of the bed, opposite Rhys.
Their words made her swell and ache. This evening wasn’t planned, she knew, yet they seem to have some unspoken unity. Each man had a mission he was ready to perform.
“Maybe . . . some fantasies are better in my mind. I’ve never done anything like this—”
“You’d rather that we leave you to those sex toys I caught you with so that you can masturbate to thoughts of us, instead of actually having us?”
At Rhys’s challenge, she bit her lip.
“I don’t think so, Kelsey,” Jeremy growled and raked two fingers through her sopping slit before plunging them deep inside her.
At the involuntary surge of pleasure, her back arched, her hips lifting to his touch. She cried out for him.
“That’s a good girl . . .” His tone praised, seduced.
At her left, Rhys eased closer, his cock straining against his jeans. “Will that little vibe you use fill you up the way we do? Will you come harder for it or us?”
“Fuck! She just clamped hard around my fingers,” Jeremy hissed, then sent a scorching stare her way. “This is turning you on, vixen.”
He didn’t ask; he knew.
“Of course it is,” Tucker ran a soft hand down her belly. “Look how flushed she is, how hard she’s breathing. You worry that we can’t handle this and that you’ll hurt us. But what kind of lovers would we be if we put our feelings above your needs? You want us all together. We’ll give it to you.”
They were right . . . at least according to her lust-heavy brain. Tomorrow, she feared she’d feel differently.
“Get ready for a hard night,” Jeremy vowed.
Oh God.
Rhys’s hard breaths on her nipples made her breasts heavy and tight. Tucker’s hand sweeping across her skin fired nerve endings that made her entire body leap and tingle. Jeremy’s fingers rubbing ever-so-slightly against the most sensitive spot inside her body forced her to writhe and mewl.
Why not live her fantasy this once?
“Yes! More ...”
Rhys didn’t hesitate; he simply swooped down and took her nipple in his mouth, hard sucks followed by soft sweeps of his tongue. Tucker opened her lips beneath his. He didn’t ravage, but rather took her apart breath by breath, kiss by kiss, accompanied by his palm sweeping up the curve of her stomach and cradling her other breast. Then Jeremy joined in, his tongue rasping against her clit before he sucked the responsive bud into the brutal heat of his mouth. She lifted to him, silently begging.
The sensations were like nothing she’d ever felt—or dreamed of. She thought she’d imagined what their collective touch would feel like. But she’d been so very wrong. More intense than a tempest, more fiery than a thousand suns, this belied everything she’d ever thought pleasure was, eclipsed all she’d experienced before.
“She is so sweet on my tongue.” Jeremy murmured harshly against her thigh.
“She is,” Rhys concurred. “And when she comes for you, it’s heaven.” He turned his attention back to her breasts and moaned. “Your plump nipples are swollen. They sore, baby?”
Though not hurting from overuse yet, she suspected that would come later. And she didn’t care. Now they throbbed. Insistently. Even with his mouth and the attention of Tucker’s fingers, it wasn’t enough to ease her. Instead, with every touch, they made her hotter, more restless. And Jeremy’s hands on her hips, his mouth feasting on her pussy, took her so close to the pinnacle, she whimpered.
When this was over, would she have any sanity left?
Kelsey closed her eyes, but the sensations kept bombarding her. Tucker laid a gently insistent kiss on her mouth, as Jeremy’s lips tugged on her clit. Then came the rustle of cloth. She opened her eyes to see Rhys kneeling beside her on the bed completely naked, cock in hand . . . guiding it to her mouth.