Selena's Men (19 page)

He jerked his mouth away, his face like granite. He stood with her wrapped around him like a monkey and maneuvered them off the bike, amazing her with his strength.

She didn’t take the time to inspect her surroundings as he walked them into his brother’s home and up the stairs. She barely noticed the calm, neutral colors as he nearly jogged them down a long hallway and into a room. A huge, king-sized bed with a canopy sat in the middle of the space. She inhaled the fragrant breeze that blew through the open curtains, floating like ghosts in the wind.

Gasping, she opened her eyes as he threw her on top of the big bed. He stood with his legs braced apart and his chest heaving like he’d run a marathon.

“By the goddesses, I have dreamed of seeing you like this.”

She looked down at her skirt that had ridden up past her hips. The panties he’d given her were completely exposed to his gaze. She shimmied and tried to push the fabric down to cover her exposed flesh. He placed a big hand on her thigh and trailed it up the inside of her leg, stopping at the juncture in the middle.

He rubbed his thumb back and forth over her mound, and she saw his eyes glow an eerie blue. She was sure the strange effect had to be a trick of the moon or light filtering through the curtains. He shut his lids and pulled his hand back, bringing it to his nose, and inhaled her scent.

“Malcolm,” she whispered. His actions stunned her and turned her on.

“You smell so goddamn good.” He shucked his clothes with no care to the fabric as he tore his shirt off. The rest didn’t fare much better.

She sat up, prepared to take her top off when his big body pounced on top of her, pinning her to the bed. With a shake of his head, he held her hands above their bodies and his tongue licked over her lips. He nipped his way down her jaw, stopping at the bit of flesh on her shoulder that drove her crazy.

Sitting up, he pulled her tank top off and unhooked her bra, leaving her bare on top as he gazed down at her breasts. Her nipples stood up in tight little points as he raked his gaze down and scooted backward, unsnapping her skirt. He maneuvered her out of the denim and her panties in mere seconds.

His cock looked so hard and painful. She sat up and reached for him, wanting to taste his unique flavor on her tongue again. She swiped her tongue over her suddenly dry lips and leaned forward, engulfing the plum-shaped head in her mouth.

She hummed at the exquisite taste that leaked from the tip, and dipped her tongue into the slit at the top.

He stood on his knees, rubbing her ass as she sucked him with one goal in mind, and that was to taste him as he came down her throat. He pulled her off him, and brought her face up to his, devouring her mouth. His eyes smoldered darkly as his hand tugged her hair. The little bite of pain sent more of her juices down, coating her thighs.

She rubbed her legs together to alleviate the ache centered at the heart of her. He seemed so attuned to her needs. With a growl, he reached down and plunged two fingers into her core, sending shockwaves of pleasure through her.

She shivered as he let her ride out her climax. Her head fell to the side, and his mouth moved over her cheek and nipped her lobe. She felt every movement of his lips, from the soft brushes to the slow glide of his tongue and the sexy nips of his teeth.

“That was number two.”

She looked up and opened her mouth to ask what he meant, only to snap it shut when he pressed on a spot inside her that had her moaning, and her eyes rolled back in her head. She’d never had multiple orgasms before, but as Malcolm worked her body, she felt herself climbing toward another one. His head hovered above her nipple and his hot breath feathered over the taut peaks. He engulfed as much of her breast into his mouth and lashed the tip with his tongue. He pulled back with a hard suck and bit the tender flesh. She felt the shock all the way to her toes and fell into a hard, fast climax, squeezing the fingers he held inside her vagina.

“Mmm. That’s three,” he murmured.

She wanted to ask why he was counting, but he didn’t give her a chance to speak. She squeaked and moaned as he laid her down, biting at her tender breasts, and soothed the little hurt with his tongue and a sweet kiss.

She ran her hands through his hair, marveling at the silky texture that brushed across her flesh as he moved down her body on a leisurely journey. She gasped a little puff of air as his tongue dipped into her belly button, before he continued lower. His hair added an extra stimulant that brushed over the areas he caressed with his lips and tongue.

She drew in a sharp breath as he parted her folds with his fingers. He gently opened her to his gaze and his tongue brushed against her engorged bit of flesh. He repeated the motion again and again, leading her internal beat one lash at a time until she exploded on a silent cry. Gripping his hair in both hands, she held him to her until the flick of his tongue became too painful to bear on her oversensitive flesh.

Her whole body shook in shameless pleasure as he crawled up her, kissing the tops of her breasts and claiming her mouth in a sweet, gentle kiss, and entered her in one smooth lunge. It was so tender, tears formed in the corners of her eyes and left a wet trail on her cheeks.

His head snapped up, and she mourned the loss as he pushed himself up with his hands. The only part of their bodies that touched was where they were still joined.

“Why are you crying?” he asked.

She swallowed a lump in her throat and tried to reassure him as more tears fell. She swiped at them and smiled at the confusion in his voice.

“They’re happy tears, Mal. I just felt a little overwhelmed for a minute. I’ve never felt so cherished.”

He beamed, and with a wicked smile pulled out and pressed forward with a swivel of his hips, hitting her clit on each downward stroke. She gripped his shoulders and scored his back with her nails, digging her heels into his buttocks to hold him tight as he moved faster. She felt every ridge of his cock as he stroked in and out, her inner muscles urging him on.

Her skin rose in goose bumps of sheer delight and he took her on a journey of passion and pleasure with no limits.

“Faster. Harder,” she urged him.

“I need to slow down or this will be over way too soon.” He growled.

“I have great faith in your ability to recover quickly.” She gave him a sultry look from beneath her lashes.

He brought his mouth down on hers hard and pounded into her furiously, grinding his pelvis on her exposed clit. She lifted her hips, meeting his downward strokes, her pleasure climbing higher and spiraling out of control, until finally she broke apart in spasm after spasm.

“Five,” he said against her neck.

He expertly rolled them until she lay on top of him, trying to catch her breath as he stroked her back in a soothing motion.

She raised her head, pushed herself into a sitting position, and rocked her hips from side to side. He twitched inside her. His face looked so hard, but he still didn’t let go.

“Why haven’t you come? Don’t you want to?” she asked.

“I want to see how many times I can make you come before I do.”

“Do you have a personal best you’re trying to beat?” She slapped a hand over her mouth. “Oh god, don’t answer that.”

He grabbed her hand and brought her fingers to his mouth, kissing her palm and licking up to the tip, before sucking it into his mouth. He released it with a chuckle.

She wanted to smack the man in the face, barely suppressing the overwhelming need to do just that very thing.

“I don’t remember any woman before you, Lena. They were all just practice so I could get it right with you.”

She jumped when a naked chest cuddled up to her back and hands reached around, tweaking her breasts and pulling on her nipples, making them stand at attention. She swiveled her head and met the amused look on Max’s face.

“Is Malcolm upsetting you, baby?”

She rested her head on his shoulder, marveling at the utter perfection of the two men. Selena licked her lips and saw a glow light the blue depths of Max’s eyes. Her pussy clenched on the cock buried deep inside her. She heard a groan and tore her gaze away from Max to see Malcolm with a pained expression.

“Ignore him and come here,” Malcolm grunted.

She was shocked she hadn’t heard Max enter the room. He knelt on the bed between Malcolm’s legs, completely naked, rubbing her back with his front like they did this every day. Maybe they did. She suddenly felt shy and confused. What did she truly know about either of them? Thoughts swirled in her head of two women surrounded by children.

“Are you guys married? Do you have kids? Shit, I don’t know anything about you guys, and here I am fucking you both. You must think I’m…” She swallowed and took a breath. “You must think I’m a whore.”

She yelped in pain as Max swatted her ass, and not a love tap. He rubbed the slight pain, holding the heat inside.

“I never want to hear you talk about yourself that way. Neither of us is married. Neither of us has kids. We definitely don’t think you’re anything but an amazingly sexy woman. Our woman!” Max stroked her overheated skin with each word, awakening sensation with his rough fingers.

“Sweetheart, look at me,” Malcolm said, forcing her to look at him with a bite of steel in his voice.

She shivered and looked down into his amazing blue depths and lost herself in the sensation of being sandwiched between two men. She drew in a sharp breath and reached behind her to wrap her arm around Max’s neck. She broke eye contact with Malcolm and kissed Max, wanting to be connected with both men.

* * * *

Max stroked his tongue over Selena’s lips, coaxing them to open. He brushed his hands down her sides, palming the perfect globes of her breasts, lifting them and squeezing her cherry-red nipples between his thumb and forefinger.

She made the most amazing sounds that had his balls drawing up, begging for release. Not yet. He wouldn’t allow himself to come until they reached at least ten orgasms for her, for their one. He’d watched the strain in Malcolm’s eyes as he counted out the number five and couldn’t help but smile.

His brother had a competitive streak a mile wide. Malcolm had been so focused on giving Selena pleasure, he hadn’t noticed she had the shields down that blocked them from her thoughts. Max marveled at the complexity of her brain.

He felt her shudder against him. He released her breast and tugged her head to the side. “I’m going to take your ass, Lena.” He made it a statement.

“I’ve never, I mean…” she croaked, undulating her hips, causing Malcolm to groan.

“Do you trust us?” Max asked.

Max had watched her bite her lower lip, holding his breath until she answered. When she gave a small nod of her head, he exhaled, relaxing his muscles that had tensed up waiting for her to answer.

Thank you gods above, she said yes
. He couldn’t have walked away from her any more than his brother could, but they would’ve had to adapt if she wouldn’t allow them complete access to her body. He needed to fill her at the same time as his brother, to complete the connection that had been missing his whole life.

Max didn’t know how the act of the three of them, being connected intimately, would seal the bond he already felt tying them together forever worked. He learned early not to question the fates and their gifts. She was a gift from the gods meant only for him and his brother.

“I’ll go as slow as you want. Just don’t tell me to stop.” He pressed her forward to rest on Malcolm’s chest, desperation lacing his voice.

Malcolm ran his hands down the lovely line of her back. Her flesh glowed as she hummed in obvious pleasure at the sweet caress.

Max knelt between their legs and squeezed the firm mounds of her ass, running his thumbs down the crack, across her little puckered hole and then down to where she was joined with his brother. He gathered some of her moisture, trailed his fingers back up, and rubbed in small circles.

He slipped the tip of one finger inside her ass until she moved, trying to take more of him into her. Malcolm’s legs went rigid as she slid forward and back on his cock, making Max wish he could be in both places at once. With a thought, he entered his brother’s mind and was shocked at the thoughts tumbling around in his little brother’s head. He threw his head back and laughed. Selena tensed, and he rubbed her back in a soothing motion. Speaking directly to Malcolm, he told him to quit counting backward from a thousand. The laugh that threatened to escape was hard to suppress when Malcolm gave him the image of his middle finger, raised high in their mind link.

“Are you two talking?” Selena asked, and both brothers stilled.

“What do you mean?” Max asked.

“Duh, you both got all quiet and focused on each other. I felt a little left out.”

“Um, Selena.” Malcolm cleared his throat. “Can you communicate with people without words?”

She squirmed and Max spoke directly into her mind. “
Can you hear me, Lena?”

She shocked him, and by the look on Malcolm’s face, he obviously heard as she opened up a path connecting the three of them.

“If you two don’t quit talking and start doing, I’m going to have to take care of myself.”