Their Lusty Little Valentine [The Lusty, Texas Collection] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Page 8

  “I love your hair.” Charlie’s actions underscored his words. They’d used conditioner—she’d been surprised by that, because that particular hair-care product had only been on the market for just over a year. She guessed she thought its use was more restricted to large urban centers than to small rural towns, and more known about by women than men.

  She personally thought the innovation one of the most exciting inventions in her lifetime to date, but only because her hair tended to tangle easily and using conditioner prevented the pain of the after-wash comb out.

  “I can’t wait to see your hair all spread out over our pillows,” Preston said. His brothers made inarticulate sounds of agreement.

  Samantha should feel sated. These men had just given her an orgasm better than anything she’d ever imagined. And yet, sitting here on one naked man’s lap, being attended to by two more gloriously naked bath attendants, her arousal rekindled. She licked dry lips, placed her right palm against Preston’s cheek, and leaned in to give him a kiss. Their tongues tangled, and she didn’t even mind that he more or less took over the kiss. She lifted her face from his and said, “Less talk, if you please, and more action.”

  Preston wrapped his arms around her and pulled her close. The ridge of his engorged penis pressed against her towel-covered hip. Samantha’s nipples reacted to the stimulus by beading into tight buds. She flexed her pelvic floor muscles, giving her pussy an added little boost in horniness.

  “Never let it be said that I kept a lady waiting.” Preston stood up with her in his arms and headed into the bedroom.

  His strength impressed her. Being a tall woman meant she was no light weight, and yet he’d stood with her in his arms as if she weighed next to nothing.

  Beside the bed, Preston anchored the fingers of one hand in her still-damp hair. Pulling her head back, he covered her mouth with his. There was nothing sweet or seductive in this kiss. His lips and tongue claimed her, and his hand and arms held her anchored in place as he drank from her. A thirsty man slaking a days-old thirst had nothing on Preston Kendall.

  Samantha wrapped her arms around his neck, not even caring that while he changed his hold on her, he still held her off the floor. There was only this hot, hungry kiss, and the way her body practically hummed with pleasure from being flush with his.

  “We’re going to have you now.”

  Preston laid her on the bed and then opened her towel. No man had ever looked at her body the way he and his brothers were looking right then.

  He reached down and used his hands to gently spread her legs wider apart. His gaze held hers as he continued to expose her most intimate part. Then he asked, “Are you on the pill?”

  She knew shock showed on her face. She hadn’t even once thought about birth control. That should have been the first thing on her mind. “No, I’m not.” If they had to stop now, she thought she just might scream.

  Preston must have understood the look on her face. “Don’t worry, Samantha, we’re not stopping. We’ll take care of protecting you.”

  Taylor had been standing on her right, at the edge of the bed. He moved, and she heard a drawer slide open.

  Preston caught the small foil-wrapped packet his brother tossed him in one hand. It didn’t take him more than a few seconds to tear it open and roll the latex into place.

  He stroked his cock as he placed one knee on the bed, and moved into position above her.

  Samantha shivered as his weight settled down on her body and between her thighs. His sheathed cock felt impossibly hot against her slit. His masculine scent teased her nostrils and literally made her mouth water. The bed dipped on either side of them and Taylor and Charles were right there, just as much a part of the moment, just as connected.

  Surrounded so completely by Kendalls, Samantha couldn’t deny she felt cocooned and safe. The heat from their bodies seeped into hers, warming her and enticing her with their man-musk.

  Yes, they cosseted her and her head swam. Preston stroked her cheek, then leaned down and kissed her. His lips and tongue caressed, a kind of coaxing little salute that worked its way into her very soul. Overwhelmed by the touch and the taste, the sight and the sounds, and the subtle scent of sex, Samantha surrendered.

  “Wrap yourself around me, kitten.”

  She responded to his command instantly and enveloped him, arms and legs. Using her muscles, she pulled him in close and tilted her pussy toward him. He moved his hips, rubbing his cock against her pussy lips. Sliding along her wet slit, he enticed and teased her cunt and clit at the same time.

  Samantha growled in frustration, and he grinned. And then, holding her gaze, he slid his cock between her pussy lips, and kept thrusting until he was buried in her all the way deep.

  “Oh…oh, yes.” He’d filled her so completely that she shivered as pleasure—a woman’s pleasure from having her cunt filled—cascaded through her, shooting out tiny sparks of delight that skittered all over her body.

  “You feel so hot and tight around my cock, kitten.” Preston pulled almost all the way out of her, and then he thrust home again.

  She couldn’t hold back her sounds of delight, because nothing had ever felt this good. She used her pelvic floor muscles to squeeze his cock. Preston closed his eyes for a moment and she knew he’d liked that, a lot.

  When he met her gaze again, heat and passion shone back at her, and she knew she’d pushed him close to the edge.

  “Hang on tight.” His tone put her in mind of a tether snapping. He pulled out and then surged into her again. Samantha held on.

  He fucked her, hard and fast and deep, and she rode that wave with him. Every beat, every surge, she mated her hips to his. Not a competition, but a race, together, both of them striving and speeding, reaching out, hungry and greedy and desperate for completion.

  The perspiration covering Preston drew her and she stretched up and licked the salty substance from his neck. He growled, and wrapped one arm around her. Grasping her ass, he pulled her more closely into his thrusts.

  Samantha’s thoughts shattered as she came. Rapture flooded her body, sending electric jolts of ecstasy over every part of her. Stars exploded all around her as her climax drenched her in a fast and furious cloudburst of bliss. Crying out, she held on, held close, and felt Preston plunge over the edge and into the abyss with her.

  His cock pressed deep against her cervix as he ejaculated into the condom. The sudden heat of that cum-filled pouch touching the entrance to her womb very nearly made her come again.

  “That was hot as hell,” Taylor said.

  “God, baby, you look so beautiful when you come.” Charlie brushed a few strands of hair away from her face.

  Samantha looked to her left and right, meeting the gazes of the men who’d played the part of voyeurs. Arousal rekindled, and she inhaled deeply. She took in the mixed perfume of the brothers Kendall and hungered for more.

  “Oh, woman, yes.” Taylor grinned. “You want more.”

  “I want you,” she said. Then she turned her head and met Charlie’s gaze. “And I want you.” She wondered what Preston would think of those two statements, considering the fact that his cock, not quite as flaccid as it had been just seconds before, was still inside her. Bravely, she met his gaze.

  Why, he’s delighted that I want his brothers, too!

  There’d been a part of her that couldn’t quite grasp the concept, that three heterosexual men would be willing to share a woman—that they’d be willing to share her.

  They weren’t just willing. They were eager.

  “I feel only partly satisfied. I need all three of you.” She didn’t need to tell them this was a new experience for her, she could see by the tender looks they knew that already.

  “You’re going to have all three of us, sweetheart.” Preston kissed her forehead, then placed a tiny little buss on each of her cheeks.

  “Your aim is off.” Samantha put a little pout in her tone.

  Preston grinned. “We’re going to have to wo
rk on your patience, kitten.”

  “You can’t. I don’t have any for you to work on.”

  “I think we’ve figured that one out already.” He laid his lips on hers, the kiss carnal, arousing, and much too short.

  Before she could complain about the brevity, he eased away from her. Her glance flicked down. A sense of smugness filled her when she saw that his cock was more than halfway to hard again already.

  “I’ll be right back.”

  Then she was lifted by Charles and handed over to Taylor.

  “Straddle me. Take my cock inside that wondrous pussy of yours.”

  She placed her hands on his chest. “How do you know it’s wondrous?”

  “I watched Preston. I’ve never seen quite that look of carnal satisfaction on him before. Give me your cunt, baby. Fuck me.”

  Samantha undulated her hips, stroking his condom-covered cock with her slit, making herself shiver as licks of pleasure assailed her.

  I must have been totally enraptured not to notice him putting on that sheath.

  “No teasing, sweetheart. I’m so triggered right now. I need to come this first time in your pussy.”

  Samantha grinned. “I’m not teasing. I’m reveling.”

  “Are you, now? Then let’s continue the celebration.” Taylor clasped his hands on her waist and lifted.

  She didn’t have to reach down to help. She was so slick with the juices of her orgasm and renewed arousal that she’d made him slick, and he was able to lower her onto his cock. He pulled her toward him until he was completely inside her.

  “Oh, yes.” At least as long as his brother’s, Taylor’s cock felt thicker, and the sensation of his moving inside her felt wonderful.

  “Ride me.”

  She’d never been given the privilege of being on top and in control, but Samantha considered herself a clever woman. It didn’t take her long to figure things out. She held his gaze as she moved, lifting and sliding down again in a slow, steady rhythm. She added a little swivel of her hips to the move and moaned when that resulted in her clit brushing against him.

  “Lord, woman, you feel so good around my cock.”

  “I’ve never been so turned on as I am right now,” Charlie said. “Watching you fuck my brothers and knowing that I’m going to enjoy that same rapture.”

  Samantha flicked her glance down and watched as he stroked his cock. He held an unopened condom in his hand. The way his gaze was focused on her cunt—and likely the sight of his brother’s cock disappearing inside her—she thought that maybe he’d forgotten all about it.

  An image flashed in her mind, a snapshot of something she’d never done and never wanted to do—until now.

  She licked her lips then looked down at Taylor. He seemed to know what she wanted because he flicked a quick look at his brother then met her gaze. He smiled, and nodded slightly.

  “You don’t have to wait, Charlie. I want to taste you. I want to taste all of you. Will you let me suck your cock?”

  “God, yes.” Charlie levered himself up in a heartbeat. He edged closer, one foot flat on the bed, as he knelt on his other knee.

  Samantha could smell him, a very earthy scent that made her arousal climb and her mouth actually water.

  She’d never taken the opportunity to study an aroused male cock, close up. Sex had always been something—as rare as it had been—to be indulged in quickly, and in the dark.

  Preston’s right. I need more patience.

  Charlie’s cock was beautiful. She could think of no other word to describe it. His shaft stood straight and proud, a slightly darker color than the rest of his flesh. Blue veins decorated it, helping to support the bulbous, slightly purple head.

  As she watched, his shaft flexed and a pearly drop of liquid emerged. Not even thinking, she bent forward and swiped that tiny drop with her tongue. Salty and savory, the taste appealed to her.

  “Good God.” Taylor’s epithet told her what her glance down quickly confirmed. His gaze was riveted on her mouth and his brother’s cock. She felt his cock surge in her and could have sworn that it grew even bigger just then.

  Needing more, she lowered her head, and nuzzled the base of Charlie’s cock where it emerged from his body. Inhaling deeply, she closed her eyes and relished the way his scent combined with that tiny taste to awaken parts of her that quickly and irrevocably craved.

  “Lord, woman, you’re killing me here.”

  “No, I think she’s reveling in you.” The bed dipped as Preston joined them. He stretched out on the other side of Taylor, ranging himself higher on the bed than his brother.

  So he can watch everything.

  Maybe she’d ask them about getting some mirrors in here, since all three of these very virile men seemed to like to watch. If it was a turn-on for them, then she’d like to watch, and see if it turned her on as well.

  “Kitten, you’re having some very sexy thoughts, aren’t you?”

  “You’ve no idea.”

  Charlie spread his fingers in her hair and tugged. “I want your mouth on my cock, Samantha. Deliver what you offered. Suck me.”

  Needing to give him what he so desperately wanted, she leaned toward him at the same time he moved to meet her. She opened her mouth and sucked his cock inside.

  Shivers cascaded down her spine as she used her tongue to stroke the shaft of Charlie’s cock. She sucked, giving tiny little impulses that seemed to excite him. He moaned, and his cock actually got bigger, and he gave her more of that syrup she’d already sampled.

  Taylor hissed, flexed his hands on her waist, and began to thrust in her. Unable to resist the temptation, she used her inner muscles to squeeze the cock fucking her cunt to the same rhythm she sucked on the one fucking her mouth.

  Wild and wanton, wet and wonderful, Samantha let go of all of her control, all of her thoughts, and evolved into a true voluptuary, giving and taking in reckless abandon.

  Arousal soared, teased and tickled and taunted her with what she knew would soon be hers.

  Preston moved, but she had no sense of him, of what he was doing, just that she pleasured all three men and had never felt more powerful as a woman.

  The slide of a drawer, the sound of a jar lid being unscrewed, meant nothing. And then she jolted as Preston eased behind her, and used his hand to spread something cool and silky in the crack of her ass, over her tiny rosette.

  “Make them come, kitten. Pleasure them.”

  How could her body respond so instantly to this man’s command? She didn’t think, she just sucked harder and rode harder.

  “I’m close, baby. Will you swallow?”

  Samantha’s response was to draw on Charlie’s cock with a steady, sucking pressure and clench herself tight around Taylor’s thrusting penis.

  Charlie growled and gripped her hair. “Yes, yes…” Words devolved into a feral sound of victory as the first stream of jism hit the back of her throat. Nearly overwhelmed, she swallowed, the taste surprisingly strong. Taylor shouted out and thrust into her hard, holding himself steady and deep as he came, the condom inside her filling with hot cum.

  She drank down the last of Charlie’s orgasm, and then Preston pressed a finger against her anus and pushed.

  The heat, the pressure, the burning, all combined to hurl her over the edge into a free-fall of total and complete bliss.

  Chapter 8

  “I can’t really explain why it happened, Miss Kincaid. I can only show you what happened.”

  For the next several minutes, Samantha stood in rapt attention as Howard Jessop showed her what Charlie had called, the day before, the recently departed.

  She didn’t understand a half of what the man said, and she could tell, looking at each of the brothers Kendall, they were in the same boat as she. But it was clear to her the man loved his work, loved the intricacies of automobile mechanics, and so she let him talk and did her best to follow along and understand.

  “And there you have it,” Howard finally concluded. “This motor
is completely shot.”

  “Do you recommend a used engine, Mr. Jessop, or a new one?”

  “Well, if it were a member of my family asking that question, I would say the same thing I’m going to tell you now, Miss Kincaid. There’re times to pinch the pennies, but when it comes to the safety and reliability of your transportation—parsimony isn’t the best policy. I could make some calls and find a used engine. That likely isn’t much of a problem. But there’ll be no warranty on the thing and no guarantee that it will last. The immediate cost would be about half of a new engine, and the installation is the same regardless, unless there’s a problem with the used part. But there’s no saying what the eventual cost could end up being.”

  “Because I could find myself having to repeat the process sooner, rather than later?”

  “Exactly.”

  Samantha exhaled. She had the money to buy a new engine and see it installed. That wasn’t a problem. The problem was that she’d really wanted to leave her trust fund alone, and pursue this course she’d set out upon on her own.

  She put her attention on Mr. Jessop. “How long will it take to order a new engine and then install it?”

  Howard Jessop met her gaze. “If I order the engine today, I should have it mid-week. It’ll take me a good day, maybe two to put the thing in.”

  “All right. Let’s do that.” She looked over at the Kendalls. “I’ll need to make a trip over to your bank and arrange for a wire transfer.”

  “We can go there next, if you like.”

  Samantha nodded. Then she smiled at Mr. Jessop. “Thank you. I appreciate you seeing to this right away.”

  “You’re welcome, ma’am. We’ll do our best to have you mobile before next Monday.”

  That would put her exactly on schedule to arrive in Austin. She ducked her head to hide her grin. Preston, Taylor, and Charlie each gave their cousin a good frown. She didn’t want them to know she’d caught that or that she’d understood it.

  Samantha felt her heart melt, just a little, that the men would want her to stay longer than just a week. If she were to be completely honest with herself, there was a part of her that wanted to stay longer, too.