Brooke, Leah - Panthers' Prey [Black Panthers 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) (25 page)

Digging her fingertips into James’s thighs, she used her tongue, sucking him as hard and as deep as she could, thrilling that the muscles of his thighs tightened, his weakening control obvious in the jerky, shallow thrusts of his cock.

His fingers at her nipples also tightened as he rolled them, the pain and pleasure sending jolts of white-hot fire to her already burning clit. She whimpered around James’s cock, bucking in alarm when Marc scraped his teeth over her clit.

James chuckled softly, sucking in a breath when she cupped his sac.

“Play with string? You might have two cats in your bed, babe, but you’re the one with the pussy. You know how much cats love sweet cream.”

Marc hummed his agreement, his mouth never pausing. It seemed to be everywhere at once, while the slow slide of his fingers in and out of her pussy drove her insane with pleasure.

The tingling of her clit grew stronger, and she knew her body well enough to know that coming again was only seconds away.

Marc chose that moment to lift his head, slipping his fingers out of her drenched pussy.

“But we want more than just your mouth and pussy. You want more, too. Don’t you,
mate
?”

James pinched her nipples again, just as Marc pressed against her puckered opening, applying pressure with his slick fingers and forcing the ring of muscle to give way.

Taken aback at the overwhelming intimacy and totally foreign sensation, Bailey screamed around James’s cock, digging her nails into his thighs. She shuddered against the too-invasive possession, struggling to adjust to Marc’s hot, hard fingers pressing against the walls of her most vulnerable opening.

It stretched. It burned. The sensation of his fingers moving over her inner walls had to be the most erotic and decadent thing she’d ever experienced.

Shaken at her own defenselessness, but also aware of the warmth of their affection surrounding her, she found herself letting go, giving more of herself than she wanted to. She had no choice.

And yet she did.

She thrilled at the freedom of being herself, of letting go with two men she trusted to handle the strength of her passion as she’d never trusted another man. Her lust grew, becoming a living, breathing thing that threatened to consume her.

The warning tingles and the pressure became almost constant now, the threat of her next orgasm looming close. She braced herself for the impending explosion, her body clamping down on Marc’s fingers in her ass, her clit throbbing beneath his tongue.

Without any warning, he straightened, depriving her of the next swipe of his expert tongue over her clit and withdrawing his fingers from her bottom with a speed that left her shaking. At the same time, James withdrew from her mouth and fisted his thick cock as he stared down at her.

Crying out in agony as her bottom clenched at emptiness and her clit burned and swelled even more, she bucked and kicked at Marc.

“You son of a bitch. Fucking teasing bastard. How dare you—oh, fuck!”

Marc slipped on a condom with remarkable speed, lifted her ankles high and wide, and thrust into her pussy so deep and forcefully that it took her breath away.

His face tightened, his eyes darkening with lust.

“I didn’t hear you complaining at the time,
mate
. In fact, you were getting ready to come.”

“Stop calling me that!”

“No.”

James moved the head of his cock over her cheek, the tension in his body and in his silky voice thrilling her. “Christ, I want her more every day. I don’t think I’ll ever get enough.”

Marc’s thrusts came shallower and faster now as he dug at a place inside her that had those tingles sharpening and growing.

“Never enough.” His guttural tone sent those little thrills of trepidation through her, the hint of danger that always kept her senses razor sharp.

Starving for the taste of him, she held on to James’s thighs, taking the head of his cock into her mouth. Reveling in the hard heat of him and the deep groans he made no attempt to hide, she tried to focus her attention on the sensitive underside, but Marc’s thrusts distracted her so much she couldn’t give it the attention she wanted to. Promising herself that she’d make up for it in the future, she sucked hard and was rewarded with more of James’s answering groans.

Marc’s voice had become so deep and low she could barely understand him now, his tone more animal than human.

“Christ, the way she clamps down on me. She’s so wet and hot. Come again for me, Bailey. My mate. Come again.”

The cock in her mouth seemed to grow as she sucked it, and she shivered at the tightening of James’s big body looming over her. Delighted in his response, she sucked harder, crying out in protest when he cursed and pulled away.

Bending lower, he tugged at both of her nipples at once. “No. I’m not coming in that hot mouth. I’m coming in that pussy. We’re going to fuck you so often you won’t remember what it feels like to not have a cock inside you.”

Bailey couldn’t stop moaning, the rush of sensation everywhere making it impossible to think. Her pussy clenched on Marc, her abdomen becoming unbearably tight. Her clit had a heartbeat all its own. Her bottom tingled with awareness, the need to be filled there alarming and so strong, she came close to begging them to take her there. She cried out as James tightened his fingers on her nipples at the same time Marc brought his hands around her upper thighs and pressed against her lower abdomen, using his sandpaper-rough fingers to stroke her clit.

Lightning shot from her nipples to her pussy and clit and back again. Thrashing on the bed as much as Marc’s hold allowed, she pushed against James’s thighs for leverage, her body bowing as she came, the wave of pleasure rolling through her with a force that brought tears to her eyes. Her body stiffened, her cry raw and low as every nerve ending in her body seemed to explode all at once.

She groaned at the force of Marc’s final thrust, the power and thick heat filling her completely. The need for comfort after coming so hard had soft whimpers pouring out of her, her pussy clamping down on his cock as its slow slides and the purring sound from Marc’s throat washed over her.

Struggling to catch her breath, she lowered her arms to her sides as he covered her body completely with his and gathered her close. Hiding her face against his neck to hide the feminine vulnerability that overcame her, she blinked back tears and hugged him back, grateful for his masculine strength.

Threading his fingers into her hair, he lifted her chin, running his thumbs over her jaw. His hooded eyes moved over her face, the need and confusion in them tugging at her, even as he smiled and crooned to her.

“You’re okay, my mate. I’ve got you. God, I can’t get enough of you. Every time I touch you it gets stronger.”

Wrapping her trembling legs around his hips, his low purr dancing over her skin, she dug her heels into his tight ass and lifted herself against him. No matter how close she got to him, it never seemed to be enough.

As though to remind her of his presence, James stroked an arm and leg she’d wrapped around Marc, the low rumbling from his chest sending a sharp burst of awareness through her and making her clamp down on Marc’s cock even harder.

“I know. Me, too.” Struggling for air, she gripped his shoulders, needing a cuddle she would have never admitted to needing. Drawing a shaky breath, she let it out slowly.

“It’s just sex. It’s okay. It’s good. We’ll wear ourselves out soon.”

Marc chuckled, a raw sound that sent delicious shivers through her. “I think I could fuck you on my deathbed. Did you know how sexy you are when you come? That high-pitched little cry does me in every time.”

Holding on to him in an effort to stop shaking, she kept her face hidden and strove for sarcasm to lighten the mood that became increasingly intimate and uncomfortable.

“That’s because you’re a cat. Or is it dogs that like those high-pitched sounds? Hmm, maybe you’re part dog, too. Has anyone checked into that?”

Lifting his head just enough to glare down at her, Marc pushed his cock deeper.

“Excuse me? A dog! Be careful, honey, or you’re going to get yourself in more trouble than you can handle. Look at you. You’re the one who snuggles just like a cat.”

James bent to kiss her shoulder.

“She purrs, too, after she comes.”

Embarrassed at her neediness, she stiffened.

“Do not.”

“Oh, yeah, honey. You do. And as soon as Marc gets the hell of off you, I’m going to make you purr again.”

Marc groaned. “I’m not quite sure why we seem destined to share you. It can be a pain in the ass sometimes. I’m comfortable right where I am.” With a kiss to her forehead, he withdrew and started to move away, his smile full of affection.

As soon as Marc rolled to the side, James gathered her against him, running his fingers over her breasts and belly. With a hand at her jaw, he turned her to face him. He stared down at her for several long moments as though searching for something, a slow smile spreading over his face when he apparently found it.

“You really do belong to both of us, don’t you, my mate?”

Bailey sighed, fighting back panic. “I know you call me that just to annoy me.”

On the other side, Marc kissed her shoulder and caressed her thigh. “Yep. You, know it’s getting harder and harder to walk away from you after I take you.”

Uneasy with the intimacy they seemed eager to maintain, Bailey smiled and cupped Marc’s jaw.

“You know you say the sweetest things to me after you get laid.”

Marc’s smile fell, his eyes narrowing at her insolence.

“Yeah, well, don’t get used to it. You got me in a weak moment.” He glanced at James. “I’m going to get a shower. I want to get home and get some more work done.”

Bailey watched him walk away, not as upset by his words or his cool expression as she would have been if she hadn’t known,
known
, that he used both to cover how much he desired her.

She kept the knowledge to herself, too uneasy to tell either one of them that she could feel their emotions.

Even now she could feel the waves of lust pouring off of James as he stared down at her, mingling with something more than affection, something much stronger, and that scared her to death.

Turning toward him more fully, she smiled to hide her inner turmoil and slid her hands over his biceps, thrilling at the bunch and flex of muscle as he rolled her to her back and positioned himself on top of her.

Keeping most of his weight off of her, he pressed his cock against her slit.

“You know he’s doing a sculpture of you, don’t you? He spends hours every night on it. That’s what he wants to get back to now. He works on it like a man possessed.”

Stilling, Bailey blinked, shocked at that piece of news even as she parted her thighs wider and tried to take his cock into her pussy.

“You’re kidding.” Warmed, and a little shaken that Marc would do such a thing, she glanced at the closed bathroom door.

James bent, taking a nipple between sharp teeth, effectively turning her attention back to him.

“Nope.”

He rolled to the side, turned her to her belly, and rolled back on top of her again with a speed that left her breathless. Scraping his teeth over her shoulder, he pressed his cock against her.

“I prefer the real thing. Warm. Soft. Hungry.”

His mouth hovered over the sensitive spot between her neck and shoulder. “Mine.”