Lora Leigh - Only Pleasure

He pressed them farther apart, and she followed his lead easily. Her arousal was past the point of embarrassment. She was open to him, completely. The soft, dewy folds of her flesh parted, flowered open.

Soft pink flesh was flushed with need, the folds swollen, her clit engorged and throbbing once again. She tasted like desire itself. Hot and liquid sweet, rolling against his tongue like the finest nectar. And demanding. She had been demanding in the limo, demanding that he suck that little bud, that he give her release.

His teeth clenched before he leaned far over, parted them and pulled a soft fold between his lips. He licked over it, showing her why she wanted her flesh waxed and smooth and bared to his touch.

She whimpered at the sensations across sensitive nerve endings. Her lashes were lowered over her gem-bright eyes, her expression dazed, filled with the sensual eroticism racing through all of them.

She was exquisite in her pleasure, allowing them complete freedom to her body, allowing herself any pleasure they would give her.

She gave as well. She opened herself, took them, once the pleasure began to gain strength inside her, she touched and stroked and demanded her due. He wasn’t used to that. A woman demanding to give as well as take. The women he had shared in the past had accepted the full pleasure as their due, and it was. To allow two lovers to watch her pleasure, to share her body, to fulfill the darkness of their own desires with her, they were due the complete absorption in that pleasure.

As he let himself taste her, caress her fragile flesh with his lips and tongue, he watched as her arms lifted from the bed, fingers curling over his shoulders, massaging as Khalid massaged her arms. Her head tilted to the side to allow the other man access with his lips as his hands covered her heaving breasts, rubbing the oil into them.

The room had the scent of thunder and lightning. Rain and a storm and the soft scent of a woman.

Her lashes lifted, and she swore Chase was staring into her soul. Instinct held him, because he didn’t have the mind to know which caress came next, which would fuel her pleasure higher. He stared into the soul of a woman for the first time in his life.

He saw the vulnerability and the fears, he saw the joy and the sorrow, and he saw much more binding them than there ever should have been.

Pie turned his head from her, pressed a kiss tight to her thigh as he groaned her name. When he turned back her eyes were closed, her hands were in his hair, dragging him back to the humid flesh and the pleasure.

Only pleasure, he reminded himself. Just for the pleasure.

He lubricated his fingers and eased them against her rear as Khalid slid away and allowed her to lie back on the bed.

She twisted against him as he applied the lightest pressure to her rear with the slickened tips of his fingers.

“More,” she cried out softly. “Oh God, Chase. I need more.”

She lifted to him, pressed against his fingers and he was panting as the tips of two fingers disappeared inside her.

There was a point where arousal, sheer sensation, bred a very thin line between pleasure and pain for a woman. When she could take more, she demanded more touch than ever before. Chase could feel her reaching that point. He let her demand, let her take as she needed.

Kia felt Chase’s tongue plunge inside the ultrasensitive depths of her pussy even as she pressed against the penetration of his fingers, forcing them deeper inside her.

She was riding his fingers, even as he added a third, pressing them together to allow her to ease them inside her. She took them, crying out at the sensations, feeling the spirals of intensity swirling through her.

Khalid’s lips moved to her nipples with a hungry sound, and as her head turned, his erection, thick and throbbing, tempted her. She lifted one hand from Chase’s hair, wrapped it around Khalid’s shaft and drew the heat to her lips.

“Fuck.” Khalid was breathing roughly now, his voice hoarse as she sucked on the engorged head and drove herself on Chase’s fingers.

Wild, vicious hunger tore through her. It was only for the pleasure, and she wanted that pleasure. All of it. She wanted to be what she felt growing inside her, tearing through her. A woman who could pleasure as well as be pleasured.

She flicked her tongue over his cock as her fingers slid to his balls and then back up the shaft. She sucked and stroked until he was tensing over her, his body straightening as he obviously fought the need to pump against her mouth.

Chase stared up at her as he stretched his fingers inside her, and felt her accommodating them. She was demanding, racing toward climax even as he drew back.

Her mouth was full of another man’s cock, and he felt, rather than anger or jealous, a sense of pride, and also one of possession. But possession wasn’t allowable.

He watched Khalid’s expression, as well as Kia’s. A part of him on guard, wary, making certain. Khalid was a third, nothing more; Chase wouldn’t allow anything more. The thought of it tightened his chest and whipped through the natural dominance that rose inside him.

Kia felt Chase’s fingers easing from her as Khalid drew back, stretching out on the bed.

Eroticism suffused her. Heat warmed her. And for now, for right now, she could have every desire she had ever fantasized about. And she would take it, even knowing, when it came time for him to leave, it would hurt more than it had before.

“You’re wild, Kia,” Chase accused her, moving up her body, pausing to suck her nipples, his cock rubbing against her lower stomach.

“I want,” she moaned. “Don’t make me wait. I’ve waited too long. Now, Chase.”

He kissed her, loved her mouth. God, he loved her lips, the way she opened for him, took his kiss and returned it. He staked his ownership on it and couldn’t draw back, even as he realized exactly what he was doing.

“Take what you want,” he whispered, drawing back. “What do you want, Kia? How do you want it?” Take what she wanted?

“Is that what you want, Chase?” She stared back at him, feeling that wildness gathering inside her in a tight ball of heat in her womb.

He stared back at her. There was challenge and demand in his expression, confidence and certainty. It would take more to pique his male dominance than the hunger rising inside her.

“Whatever you want, Kia.” He leaned back between her thighs. “What do you want, baby?”

She moved, sliding gracefully across the comforter, aware of both men watching her now.

She took the oil that lay on the bed, opened the small bottle, and poured some into her hands before recapping it. She warmed it between her palms. “Anything I want?”

“Anything you want.” His voice was strangled as she came to her knees, both hands wrapping around his cock, stroking, sliding along the shaft, the engorged head, caressing it as she longed to caress it.

His head fell back as Khalid shifted behind her. A second later, she felt hands smoothing the oil over her ass, along the cleft, meeting the lubricated entrance as his lips pressed against her thigh.

“I want you in my mouth,” she whispered as her lips caressed Chase’s chest, her gaze lifting to stare back at him. “It’s yours.” His hands stroked her back.

“I want all of you in my mouth.” She nipped at the hard muscle, her hands pumping his cock.

Chase’s eyes narrowed back at her.

“I want you to come in my mouth, Chase,” she whispered. “I want to taste all of you, feel all of you. Just you.”

His jaw bunched. Chase felt his cock flex as she began kissing her way down his body, the thought of coming in her mouth was destroying him. It was something he never did. Something he refused himself.