SEALed for Pleasure (3 page)

“What?”

“You and me together again.”

“I find that hard to believe.”

“Truth. I’ve never forgotten that night or the taste of you on my tongue.” She blushed at his words. “The feel of your soft skin against mine. It’s by far one of the best memories of my life.”

She didn’t know what to say. He looked sincere. She was pretty good at calling bullshit when she heard it, but Mick looked like he really meant what he said.

“You don’t have to sweet talk me this time around.” She informed him just in case he wasn’t getting the picture. “I already agreed to tonight and all it might entail.”

He crowded close, pressing her between the car and his body. He was hard as stone and so hot she felt singed. His cock was filled with promise as he pressed it into her stomach. “Exactly. So I have no reason to lie or tell you a story, Mia. I want you. I’ve wanted you since the first taste.”

“You had a funny way of showing it.”

“I was young and stupid. Full of piss and vinegar. Joining the military and seeing the world. Leaving this town and everything in it in the dust.”

“How’d that work for you?” She quirked up one eyebrow.

He grinned. “I looked for you every time I got the chance to come home.”

“I travel a lot. Research.”

He grunted, and she remembered they had referred to tonight as research. This wasn’t normally the kind of research she did, but she wasn’t going to share that.

“You coming?” Tris called to them.

Mia glanced over. Brent still held the door. His eyes were intense and sexy as hell.

“In a sec.”

“Is that all it takes?” She cupped his cock and gave it a squeeze before ducking under his arm and heading toward Brent. “Good thing you brought back-up.”

She’d just reached Brent when she felt the crack of a palm against her ass. She yelped in surprise and reached back to rub the spot. It didn’t hurt. It had just surprised her. And damn if her pussy wasn’t getting wetter. Who knew a spank could be such a turn on?

“I’ll show you who needs backup. Before the night is over, you’ll be begging us to give you a break.”

“I don’t beg.”

“You will. You’ll beg to be fucked, and then you’ll beg us to show you mercy.”

She reached out and ran her fingers over his straining zipper. “Before the night is over, you’ll be begging me to grant you mercy.” She tapped her fingers and felt his cock twitch in response. “Here’s a little secret for you.”

“What?” His voice was husky, ripe with sexual hunger.

“I don’t have any.”

She was pulled back roughly against Brent’s chest. This time his hands gripped her hips, holding her tight while he ground his hard cock against her.

“Neither do we,” he promised her.

Brent turned, and Tris was there. He stepped into them, sandwiching her between them. His head dipped, and he took her mouth with no foreplay. He bit her bottom lip, and when she gasped, he dove deep. His tongue foraged and conquered, invaded and explored every nook and cranny.

Brent’s hands left her hips and slid up under her t-shirt, lifting it until she felt the cooler air against her skin. Her bra cups were jerked down, exposing her nipples to his fingers. He pinched and tugged, and she felt it all the way to her womb.

Tris pulled from her mouth, and they both gulped air. His gaze lowered to her straining nipples, now fully excited by Brent’s wicked fingers.

“God, you’re so fucking beautiful.” It was Mick’s voice, his words as he stepped up next to Tris and just looked at her. He wasn’t gazing at her nipples as Tris was. He was looking at her face.

She could feel the color flushing her cheeks and knew her eyes would be heavy lidded with passion. She was horny as hell. She wanted a cock, any cock in the room would do.

“Ready to see who begs for mercy?” Mick’s gaze taunted her just as much as his words did.

She nodded her head.

His grin sent a shiver down her spine. There was a lot of promise in that look. She prayed he delivered.

“Then strip.”

Chapter Three

It was a challenge, a dare to see what she was willing to do.

Mandy’s words echoed in her mind.
When the end result is me getting all the pleasure I can handle, does it really matter if he tells me what to do or not?

She understood what her sister meant now. Did it matter if he told her to strip or if she just did it herself? Not when the end result was the men touching her in all the ways she wanted them to.

She grabbed the hem of her t-shirt where it rested above her breasts and pulled it up and over her head before tossing it aside.

“This way.” Tris reached out and took her hand, pulling her out of the mudroom and into a room with lush carpeting. He hit a light switch on the wall. A large sectional took up one wall. A fireplace another. Coffee tables, end tables, and an entertainment center that seemed to be loaded for anything and everything. There was a big ottoman in front of the couch, and it fueled several ideas in her head on how they could use it.

“Keep going, baby.” Brent’s voice was a whisper by her ear as he walked around her to stand by Tris.

She reached behind her, unhooking her bra and letting it fall down her arms to land at her feet. Instead of reaching for the button on her jeans, she let her hands run over her stomach and up to cup and lift her breasts. She held them high and lowered her chin so she could just slide her tongue over one hard nipple. The moan that left her lips wasn’t for show. Her tongue felt good, and she wouldn’t hide it.

“Damn, sugar,” Tris groaned. “That’s fucking hot.”

She licked her lips, looking up at the men through her lashes. “You like this?” She let her tongue slip and slide again across her nipple. Three masculine groans filled the air.

“Why don’t you slide those pants off, Mia? Then you can show us other places you might like licked.”

Her turn to moan. Mick’s words brought to life exactly what she was sure he’d meant them to. Him, between her legs, his tongue licking and fucking her pussy. Just like he had once before.

She kicked one heel off then the other. Slowly, she slid her hands back down over her flat stomach until they reached the band of her jeans were they rode low on her hips. She slid her fingers inside and dipped down between her legs, brushing over her clit. She moaned low and long.

“You’re being bad, baby.” Brent shook his head at her. “Bad girls have to be punished before they get pleasured. Do you want to be punished, Mia?”

She thought of that earlier spank on her ass and how much she’d liked it. Then Mandy’s voice filled her head again.
Open yourself up. You might find some things that you really love and want to include in the next hot novel you write.

Holding his gaze, she nodded her head and brushed her finger over her clit again.

Brent’s smile was slow and lethal as he reached for his belt and unbuckled it. He eased it from the loops in his jeans until it was off, cradled in his hands.

She gulped, suddenly unsure.

“Anything goes,” he crooned. “Remember?”

She nodded her head. She remembered, but that didn’t mean she wanted to feel that land across the cheeks of her ass.

“Take your hands out.” The command was sharp and forceful enough to have her reacting instinctively. Her hands jerked free.

Brent circled her until he stood directly behind her. He ran the belt along her left shoulder and down her arm until it slipped over the fist she held her fingers in. He slid it back up so that it looped around her wrist. His lips kissed her shoulder as he tugged her wrist behind her to rest in the small of her back.

“You’re not scared, are you?” Mick’s voice was soft and sensual. “Not going to ask for mercy already, are you?”

It was a taunt. Damn him for picking up on the fact that she was a little nervous and calling her on it. “I think you’re confusing me with you.”

Brent softly kissed her right shoulder then slid his fingers down to encircle her wrist and tug it behind her to join the left. Obviously, this wasn’t new to him as he made quick work of binding her hands behind her with his belt.

“Say no, at any time, and it all stops,” he whispered in her ear. “I promise.”

Her heart was pounding. Essentially, she was cuffed and half-naked with three men. Two of them were strangers. One might as well be for all the time that had passed between them. Yet, she’d never felt so alive, so sexually aware. Her breasts ached and throbbed, her nipples desperate to feel the hard tug of masculine lips, the nip of teeth. And her pussy…drenched.

Tris fell to his knees in front of her and reached for the button of her jeans. He pushed it free and slid her zipper down, sliding his palm into the opening and spreading the material wide.

“I’m going to eat your pussy until you scream with orgasm. Gorge myself on your sweet juices.” He gripped the sides of her jeans and jerked them down to mid-thigh, taking her panties with them.

She gasped as he leaned in and slid his tongue along her folds. His hands jerked her pants lower until she felt them pool at her ankles. He used his nose to nuzzle closer, his tongue finding her clitoris and tapping against it.

Her eyes closed, and she relaxed against Brent. She used her bound hands to grasp and squeeze his cock. She was on fire. She wanted. She needed. Now.

One ankle came free of her jeans, and Tris’ hand gripped behind her knee and lifted her leg high, opening her pussy to his eyes and tongue.

“So pretty,” he crooned. His tongue traced down to her opening and flicked inside. “Sweet. So sweet on my tongue.”

“Let me see.”

Her eyes flew open, and she watched as Mick stepped forward. He ran his finger along her slit then slipped it inside and rubbed along her inner walls.

She cried out, canting her hips forward, desperate for more.

Mick fucked her slowly with his finger while Tris moved his head to the side and flicked his tongue over her clit. Brent’s hands closed over her breasts, his fingers zoning in on her nipples. He pinched and tugged, working her breasts like an expert, knowing exactly what she liked without her saying a word.

One finger became two, and she panted as the crest of an orgasm rose within her.

Mick pulled his fingers free. Before she could cry out her displeasure, Tris was there. He shoved his tongue in her pussy and fucked her with it. Brent’s fingers pinched hard on her nipples.

Mick sucked her juices from his fingers. “Sweet as honey,” he swore. “When Tris is done eating his fill, I’m going to gorge myself.”

“Then it’ll be my turn,” Brent whispered. “Think you can handle that and still be ready to fuck?”

Mia leaned her head against him and lifted her eyes until she found his. “That depends.”

“On what?” Brent demanded.

Mia panted. Tris was doing his best to rob her of thought as well as oxygen. She was close to that edge, close to a mind blowing orgasm that she knew would only be the first of many. “If I get to play to.”

“What do you want to play, honey?” Mick asked.

“I want to play with three hard cocks. I want to lick and suck and taste every inch you’ve got for me.”

Tris wrapped his lips around her clit and sucked. Two fingers plunged deep, and Mia screamed as she came. Mick leaned in and took one nipple in his mouth sucking it hard, revving up her pleasure. Brent gripped her hair and tugged her head back on his shoulder. His lips claimed hers, and he swallowed her cries.

She shuddered as she slowly came back down. Her eyes blinked open. Tris was nuzzling her inner thigh. Brent her hair and Mick was just tracing his finger over her wet nipple. At some point, her clothes had been pulled free of her other foot, leaving her completely naked while they were all still fully clothed. The only thing they’d removed was Brent’s belt, which held her hands bound behind her back. It was erotic as hell.

Just like always, her first orgasm had only wet her appetite, leaving her wanting more, more, more. Tonight, she was going to get more. She wouldn’t be left hanging.

“You okay?” Brent whispered the question by her ear.

“I’m fantastic,” she purred.

Mick’s lips turned up in a grin as she watched his face. “I guess that makes it my turn then.”

“I’d like a turn, too. My mouth is watering for a taste,” Brent uttered.

“I can’t imagine anyone ever telling you no,” Mia stated.

Brent grunted his agreement as he moved in front of her.

“My dick is practically jumping up and begging at the moment,” Tris added.

Mia grinned and licked her lips. She couldn’t wait to see what they had for her. She was praying it wouldn’t be disappointing. Everything about them seemed larger than life. She hoped their cocks would be the same.

“Let’s move to the couch.” Brent used her shoulders to guide her where he wanted her to go. She wasn’t sure how it was going to work out with her hands behind her back. As if he read her mind, the belt released, and her hands were freed. He tossed it to the side and massaged her shoulders.

“I want to feel your fingers on my skin, wrapped around my dick, stroking.” Brent spoke the words, but she could see it was a desire they all shared. She wanted to touch them, as well.

She moved forward and sat on the edge of the ottoman. Mick dropped to his knees in front of her.

“I’ve dreamed of this.” The words were whispered and confused her. Several things he’d said made it seem like she’d been on his mind over the years. But was it the truth? And if so, then why hadn’t he approached her? But then, he had attempted to see her, and she’d avoided him.

He gripped her thighs and spread them wide then tugged her, so her bottom cheeks were barely on the ottoman. “Lie back, honey. I want to savor this.”

She leaned back but kept her upper body elevated on her elbows. She watched intently as he lowered his head to the closely cropped curls covering her pussy. His fingers traced the seam of her cunt from clit to entry. One finger dipped inside and thrust deep. She moaned low.

“Feels good, doesn’t it?” He pulled his finger free and brought it up to his mouth again where he sucked it. “I love the taste of you. A man could eat this every day and never have his fill.”