Growl (29 page)

Brad nodded, as if this were the most serious discussion they could possibly be having. “I understand. You're right.” He walked over to one of the chairs in the corner and kicked off his shoes, tugged his shirt over his head, and then unzipped his jeans. She was so busy admiring his beautiful chest that she almost missed the fact that he'd gone commando, at least for tonight. When he shoved his jeans down, first baring his taut butt and sleek, muscular legs before turning around, she saw him fully exposed for the first time.

She'd read a line in one of her books, where the heroine's mouth went dry when she saw the hero's package. Cherry could really use a tall glass of water about now. She had the champagne flute, at least, and downed the rest of her champagne in a single swallow.

Cain refilled her glass, and she drank that, too.

He leaned close and whispered, “He really is beautiful, isn't he?”

She nodded. Wasn't sure she could actually form words, but this was Cain, and she'd already seen him naked. “How come you're still dressed?”

“You are, too.”

She turned in his arms and rested her forearms on his shoulders. Right now, with a couple of glasses worth of champagne bubbles fizzing through her veins, she felt a lot braver than usual, even though she knew she hadn't had enough to feel it. Maybe this new confidence was going to hang around. “I realize I'm still dressed, but you keep telling me this is a full-service resort. Are you saying I need to undress myself? I assumed you and Brad would take care of that.”

“You're right, sweet Cherry. I am remiss. It would be our pleasure. But first, may I?”

When she nodded, Cain ripped his shirt off over his head, kicked off his moccasins, and shoved his jeans to the floor in about twenty seconds.

She was biting back the giggles when she was once again sandwiched between two men—sans clothing. Brad scrunched the skirt of her dress in both hands and slowly pulled it up her thighs and over her body. She flashed on a sense of pure wanton sensuality—she felt so sexy; her body felt sexy. She'd never experienced such a powerful sense of herself as a desirable woman.

Of course, considering the two naked men, each of them sporting what appeared to be an almost painfully aroused … Why did she have such a difficult time saying “cock”? She read the word without a problem—it was used all the time in her books—but here she was faced with the real thing, and she couldn't say it.

Though the visual was giving her a better idea of what she wanted to do as Brad peeled her lacy panties off, and Cain easily unhooked her bra. However, it took a great deal of cupping, squeezing, fondling—and a couple of licks—before he managed to take it off of her.

“Why don't you lie down on the bed, and we'll help you relax.” Cain's smile was just too innocent for words. He had a hard time getting the word “relax” out without breaking into a grin.

“I have a better idea,” she said. And while she'd never done this before, she'd certainly read about it often enough. With a small prayer that she not get it wrong, Cherry went to her knees between both guys, which put her right at eye level with those delicious-looking cocks of theirs. There. She actually thought the word and didn't faint.

She wrapped her fingers around both Brad and Cain and slowly stroked.

“Holy shit,” Brad groaned, but Cain sucked in a breath and tangled his fingers in her hair.

She noticed neither man was circumcised, but it wasn't like she'd seen all that many naked men before Cain today and the occasional online shot of a naked guy. She found the sensation of touching a fully erect penis—and there was no doubt in her mind that these were about as big and hard as either guy could get—was absolutely exhilarating.

At least she hoped this was as big and hard as these things got.

The descriptions she'd read got it right; that “silk over steel” analogy nailed it, and so did the “velvety tip.” She'd been so busy slowly stroking, she'd hardly noticed that the guys had both gone totally still. Glancing up, she caught two sets of eyes glazed with lust. She leaned close to Brad and licked the tip, and she was really glad she had a good hold on him, because his hips jerked forward.

“Tell me if I hurt you,” she whispered. “I've never done this before.”

“Trust me, Cherry.” Cain hardly sounded like himself, his voice had gone so deep and rough. He cleared his throat. “You're doing really well.”

She grinned up at Cain. “Thank you. If you have any suggestions…?”

“No.” Brad's voice sounded a bit strangled, too, and she remembered his faux pas the other night when he'd come in his shorts—of course, it was entirely forgivable, since it happened when he'd brought her to climax. Thinking of that had her paying closer attention, and that's when she noticed tiny drops of white fluid at the tips of each cock.

She was getting better. Cock. No, the world hadn't come to an end.

She leaned close and licked Cain's first, and then Brad's. Cain was saltier, Brad sweeter, but both tasted really good. She wondered how many calories there were in semen. Decided it didn't really matter. Sort of like s'mores—the taste balanced any calories.

Taste-wise? Brad and Cain? Sweet and salt. A perfect match.

 

CHAPTER 15

Cherry sat back on her heels. She really wanted to do this right, but for a first time, one guy at a time. If this worked out the way she hoped, she'd have a lifetime to practice on two at a time. Just the thought had her vaginal muscles clenching into a yearning knot between her legs.

She pointed at Cain. “You. Sit. You're next.”

He grinned and saluted. And sat on the edge of the bed.

She knelt with her hands planted on Brad's hips. The drop at the tip of his cock had become a steady stream. She licked him, just, well … just because. “You can stand up or sit. Whatever you want.”

“This…” He cleared his throat. “This is fine. Thank you.”

“I like that. Polite.” For some reason she'd slipped into the role she'd taken in graduate school when she was a teaching assistant. Then she'd known she was in charge of the classes she taught and she knew her stuff better than anyone else in the room. At least she let them think she did.

This was just the opposite. She didn't know anything about what she was doing except what she'd read—and once again she thanked those sexy romances—and what common sense told her. She'd have to let Brad teach her by leading her. She could do this—touching him had her even more aroused. She couldn't wait to take him in her mouth.

He still looked a little unsure, but then he and Cain had been planning on a massage, which meant she'd totally screwed up their plan, but that was a good thing. There really should be a balance of power, especially when there were two of them and only one of her.

They could do their massage later. They had all night. “I've never done this before, so please tell me what to do, anything you can think of. I won't mind, but I want to get this right. Look at it this way.” And she glanced at Cain. “If you two are thinking long-term arrangement, you're going to want me doing what you like, just as I'm going to want you guys doing what I like. Does that work for you?”

“Oh, yeah.” Brad tangled his fingers in her hair. “I'm all yours. Cain?”

Cain laughed. “Works for me. Besides, I'm getting off on watching you two. Live-action porn, but I find the actors a lot more appealing.”

Cherry glanced over her shoulder. “You'd better. This is sensual, not pornographic. Pay attention.” Then she wrapped her left fist around Brad's shaft and cupped his balls in her right. His whimper was the proof she needed. Obviously this was good.

She played with his balls for a moment. The wrinkled sac made a pretty good-sized handful. She'd never thought about how big balls were and honestly hadn't paid close attention to the details with Cain, but she loved the reaction she got from Brad as she gently squeezed and separated the orbs within his sac while slowly sliding her left hand up and down his shaft. More white fluid bubbled at the tip. She watched it for a moment and then licked up every drop. Definitely sweet. Then she opened her mouth and wrapped her lips around the velvety tip.

This time, she was the one groaning, especially when Cain knelt behind her and cupped her breasts in his palms. He straddled her legs with his knees, moving close enough that his chest pressed against her back and his thick shaft was riding between her thighs. She wanted him inside, but not now. Not yet. She forced herself to concentrate on Brad, which really wasn't that difficult, all things considered.

She'd always had an innate ability to focus, plus she was good at details. Brad seemed to appreciate that. He tangled his fingers in her hair and she sucked him deep inside her mouth, using her fist wrapped around his shaft to keep him from going too far. She wasn't ready to try swallowing his rather sizable cock—one step at a time.

He was long and thick and she circled the crown with the tip of her tongue, delving into the tiny slit at the tip before sucking all she could fit between her lips, pressing him hard up against the roof of her mouth with the flat of her tongue.

Brad's entire body trembled as she worked her tongue against the underside of his shaft, tracing the thick vein until she lost it beneath the folds of his retracted foreskin. She knew he must be really sensitive—that much she'd read about men who'd never been cut—and she was as careful as he seemed to need her to be.

But when he thrust his hips forward she sucked him harder and clasped her hands tightly against his muscular butt, holding his cock between her lips when he would have pulled away. Cain cupped her full breasts in the palms of his hands while he pulled and twisted her nipples between his fingertips. If she shifted her hips just right, the tip of his penis teased her clit, which made her work harder to bring Brad to climax.

They were three together, already working as a team for one another's pleasure, and she'd never imagined anything that could feel this good and be so much fun.

The music soared in the background, the fury of Vivaldi's “Storm” crashing into her consciousness, pulling her into the taste and the textures of the man she serviced, and yet there was nothing subservient about the act. She was in control, her mouth, her tongue, her hands—she was the one who was quickly bringing Brad to the brink.

Cain's softly murmured encouragement, the growing pressure of his thrusts between her legs, the sleek tip of his cock connecting with her clit on every drive until she realized she'd sucked Brad deeper than she'd thought she could. Her throat convulsed as she swallowed his length down rather than choke as he hit the back of her throat. He carefully eased out and then just as carefully moved forward, and again she took him deeper than she'd ever imagined.

Cain pulled away for a moment and then he was back, his erect cock covered in a condom, his thrusts now directed against Cherry's clit, but with the added protection came the knowledge that all she needed to do was let him know what she wanted.

She tilted her hips back and he sheathed himself within her, driving high and deep and bringing a gasp of pleasure from her lips. He held her right breast, pinching and teasing her nipple, but his left hand went low, over her thigh and between her legs where he timed the stroke of his fingers over her clit to his powerful thrusts between her legs.

They somehow moved in sync, the three of them, as Cherry took Brad ever closer to the edge. Her own climax hovered just out of reach, and she knew she was on the brink. Brad was losing his struggle to hold on. She felt the tension in his hips as he tried to pull out, but she held him close, sucking and licking until he finally gave in, gave up, gave it all to her.

“Cherry!”

His shout set off her own climax, her body clenching as the first sweet spurts of Brad's release hit her tongue, and she almost laughed with the joy of this moment. She, Cherry DuBois, resident misfit and horribly shy around men, was in the midst of a simultaneous climax with two incredible guys, and it was amazing.

Her body rippled with the release of tension, with the sparks of sensation from the sweet taste of Brad on her tongue, to Cain's short, sharp strokes as he joined them, collapsing against her back with a long, heartfelt groan.

Brad toppled over and landed on the bed. Cherry crawled up and over to lie beside him. Cain took a moment to dispose of the condom and then crawled over Brad and Cherry to take the other side. Once again Cherry was sandwiched between her men.

And they
were
her men. Smiling, because yes, she'd just officially claimed them.

Brad lay on his belly, practically comatose. Cain was on his back, still sucking air with each deep breath. Cherry snuggled between the two of them, all ready to do it all over again.

Plus, she still hadn't gotten her massage.

She licked her lips, tasting Brad. She'd not only sucked her first cock; she'd also swallowed. And she'd done it while another guy was taking her from behind while squeezing her boobs and then playing with her clit. The thought had her biting back an inappropriate case of the giggles. She knew if she ever started there'd be no stopping.

Instead, she lay there in her bed between two hot guys with a huge smile on her face. Never, not even after reading a really sexy romance where she'd imagined herself in the hero's arms, had she ever come close to dreaming anything remotely as awesome as this.

Or as much fun.

*   *   *

She must have dozed off, though she had no idea how much time had passed. Candlelight still flickered against the walls, and the classical music had segued from the wild rhythm playing earlier into a haunting, thoughtful tune.

Should she follow the musical lead to be thoughtful? Thinking of what they'd just done, she realized that no, she didn't want to dissect the way the two of them had made her feel. She'd felt glorious and so feminine, and she'd loved the way Cain had tied them all together when he'd entered her, had taken an act between Cherry and Brad and turned it into something uniquely intimate for the three of them.