Jan Springer - In Her Bed

Just then she noticed a smear of blood on the white bandage she’d wrapped around his upper arm wound. Her doctor’s training snapped aside her arousal.

“You’re bleeding. I should check that.”

He shook his head, the tips of his lips lifting into a warm smile. “I’m fine. You don’t have to worry, Doc. When I’m around you I don’t feel physical pain. I feel pleasure and happiness. I feel you, sweetness.”

Oh my gosh.

“I feel you are ready, Doc. But I want to hear it from you.”

Her, ready? A sudden bout of panic snapped through her, but she forced it away. “I don’t know. I don’t know if I would ever be ready for something like this,” she answered truthfully.

But her body was betraying her brain. Her breasts felt swollen, her nipples tense beneath her wool dress, her pussy creaming. Even as she kept her gaze glued to Durango she could seen how hard and fast her breasts were pressing against the restraints of her clothing.

The plug impaling her ass clenched with a wicked pulsing as her muscles spasmed in an unusual eagerness to be penetrated and her drenched pussy ached to be filled. It seemed over the past several months the only one she’d been kidding was herself.

She wanted Durango and Landon, and she wanted this new man Durango had brought here, too. Why would she want a total stranger to be intimate with her? Because, she realized, Durango and Landon trusted Tyrell, and so she trusted him, too. As if Durango knew what she was thinking, he spoke again.

“Then you’ll have to trust me, Doc. Trust me to give you what you crave. What we both crave. Can you do that for me?”

She nodded, realizing she didn’t even hesitate. His eyes flared even darker, and she trembled at the erotic intensity of his gaze.

“If there’s anything you feel uncomfortable with, say the word no and we’ll stop.”

She nodded again. Sweet heavens! What was she agreeing to?

“Then I hope you’ll forgive me for ruining your clothes,” he breathed.

She blinked with momentary puzzlement and gasped as he turned swiftly on the bed, repositioning himself, and suddenly placed both his hands on the lapels of her dress. The harsh sound of clothing ripping and buttons popping off onto the floor shot through the air. Cool air breathed against her exposed breasts. His palms settled over her mounds, and he squeezed them gently. “Remember, Liz. You are always my heart.”

“And you mine,” she answered back, loving the intoxicating way he stared at her. He inhaled softly at her words, his smile widening. He remained silent as he began massaging both mounds at the same time, his eyes studying her.

“I like the way your eyelids drift halfway closed whenever I touch your breasts,” he murmured. “I like how the tip of your tongue peeks out between your lips when you’re aroused.”

Her tongue did that? She checked and realized that, yes, her lips had slightly parted and the tip of her tongue was settled there. Lust shone brighter in his gaze as he suddenly lowered his head over her chest area. She stared at his lips, mesmerized by their seductive plump curve as they parted and he sucked her left nipple into his hot mouth.

She jerked, loving the warmth of his mouth as his lips tugged her nipple and the wild sensations raced through her breast, arrowing down to the sensitive areas between her thighs.

Her heart pounded as he took her tender bud between his sharp teeth and held tight as his tongue swiped back and forth across her imprisoned nipple. Her heart beat faster, and she couldn’t stop the moan of arousal as sweet bites of pleasure-pain lashed her captive flesh.

Naughty sensations twisted through her, and she became achingly aware of her sexual needs and every erotic spasm rippling through her body. Became in tune with Durango’s erratic breathing, the intoxicating waves of heat lapping against her flesh where his hip touched hers, and she loved the lashes of anticipation snapping through her like jolts of electricity.

He let her tender nipple go with a pop and lifted his head. “I know what I’m forcing you into isn’t the most conventional of relationships, Doc. But it’s a desire we both crave. Something we both need. You wouldn’t be twisting and writhing in your sleep when you fantasize if what I’m about to give you isn’t what you crave.”

She didn’t protest as Durango slid a gentle hand beneath her head and slipped the blindfold on. She blinked as darkness enveloped her. Immediately her senses snapped to listening mode.

“I’ll let Landon and Tyrell undress the rest of you.”

She creamed in her panty at that comment and felt the mattress move as he got up. She listened intently for what he would do next.

A moment later she heard him in the area of the dresser. Heard things being moved about on the dresser. When a moment later the bedroom door creaked open and she heard the patter of bare feet as Landon and Tyrell entered the room, her heart began an even more frantic pounding. She heard their sharp inhalations of their breaths and could just imagine how she must look splayed out on the bed, her dress ripped down the middle, her breasts heaving and her eyes blindfolded.

Oh God. The thought of them looking at her like this, tied up, vulnerable, and at their total mercy, shot vibrations of unimaginable anticipation roaring through her. She fought to drag air into her heaving lungs and tensed as fingers slipped beneath the waistband of her leggings.

“Don’t move, Brandy, I’m going to relieve you of these.” It was Landon. His voice sounded hoarse and husky.

She whimpered in answer. Couldn’t for the life of her think of anything to say as her mind shut down and her body responded. Warm knuckles nudged against her flesh, and her tummy tightened. And then she heard ripping as Landon literally tore the leggings right down the middle as Durango had done to her dress. A couple of moments more of ripping sounds, and her leggings were completely off. Now she only wore her socks and panty, and she wouldn’t even consider the remnants of her wool dress as being on her. Her socks were quickly peeled from her feet, both at the same time.

“She’s gorgeous, Durango.” Tyrell breathed from beside her. She felt the mattress move, inhaled sharply as a warm hand cupped her right breast. Cried out shamelessly as a hot mouth enveloped her tender nipple.

A stranger had taken her nipple into his mouth. Oh gosh, this was simply unbelievable. With superb tenderness she didn’t know a man could possess, Tyrell squeezed her breast, holding it while he sucked her nipple. Hard. He stayed there at her breast, tugging her nipple with his lips, biting gently and massaging her breast.

She creamed and creamed.

Her tummy tensed again as warm fingers dipped beneath the elastic of her underwear. With one violent tug, Landon ripped them right down the middle and peeled the edges aside. She was now totally naked for them.

“Beautiful, Brandy. More beautiful than I ever had imagined,” Landon whispered. She held her breath as the bed moved between her spread legs. “I’m going to return the favor that you gave to me earlier, sweetness.”

Hot muscles brushed against the insides of her legs as Landon got into position between them. She cried out and trembled as hot air breathed against her pussy.

“I wanted to take you the moment Ethan brought me home,” Landon said from between her legs. “Every night I would stand outside and watch the house. I’d watch as the lights went out, and then I imagined you in bed with Ethan. Wondered how you would react when the time came to invite me into your bed. Somehow I just knew this day would come.”

His softly spoken words intoxicated her. She knew he wanted her. It had been written in his gaze every time she caught him looking at her when Landon had lived here with them. But she’d been in denial. Hadn’t wanted to believe Durango would allow a strange man access to her body.