Tate sank to his knees behind Belle. “I just want to touch you, but don’t stop what you’re doing, baby. When you’re done with Kellan, I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy and eat you until you come just for me.”
Belle shivered, but her eyes were dilated. No doubt about it. Dirty talk did something for her. They might have to be careful with her body, but she wasn’t going to run away because they showed her how hot and dirty sex could be.
She gasped suddenly, and with his eyes rolling into the back of his head, Kellan could only guess what Tate was doing to her, probably rubbing her clitoris, getting her even wetter than the spanking.
“Belle, he’ll stop if you don’t take care of Kellan, and we’ll start all of this over again.” Eric’s voice was a firm warning as he dropped a hand on Belle’s head and nudged her closer to his waiting cock. “You’ll be spanked again, with less thought to pleasure and more about punishment. There will be no release for you until you take care of Master Kellan. Understood?”
Kell loved the thought of being her Master, but Eric was handling her well. It took everything inside Kell not to take over, but he was determined to honor Eric and Tate’s claim on her since they intended to stay.
Belle took his dick in a light grip, as though she was afraid of scaring or hurting him.
“Eric?” His partner would know what to do.
Eric tugged on Belle’s hair until she craned her head back to stare at him. “Do we need to start all over? Maybe skip the orgasm Tate was planning to give you to make you understand Kellan wants it harder?”
“No.” She looked distressed that Eric wasn’t pleased with her.
“Reply with a ‘yes, Sir.’”
“Yes, Sir,” Belle said, downright breathy.
The sound just reinforced Kell’s cock with more blood-laden steel.
“Good. Stroke him harder. He won’t break.”
She licked her lips, obviously trying to focus. “Yes, Sir.”
Her small hands tightened. Sensation immediately shivered up his staff. He hissed, then let out a breath, wrestling for control again. “That’s it. So fucking good. Now lick the head of my cock.”
Blinking up at him, Belle watched with slightly anxious dark eyes as she leaned in and swiped her tongue across the sensitive head of his dick. Heat burst through his system. Before he’d even recovered, she enveloped the wide head of his cock into her little mouth. Watching her struggle to open wide enough to take him all in at once turned him the fuck on.
Finally, she managed, and he groaned at the feel of her soft tongue cradling his cock as the heat of her mouth bathed him with sizzling need. It took everything he had not to grab a fistful of her hair and thrust up and deeper, past her lips. She was new at this and a little nervous. Kell knew he had to restrain himself and talk her through this, build her confidence so her first experience bolstered and pleased her.
“Suck me deeper inside your mouth.” He wasn’t going to last forever. Hell, as on edge as he felt now, Kell feared he wouldn’t even last long, especially not when he watched more of his cock disappear between her lips and she sucked him deeper.
“Ah, god, Belle. Yes. Now stroke the inches that won’t fit in your mouth and suck in all you can.” She did exactly as instructed, and he sagged back on the chaise with a groan, losing himself to the sea of pleasure drowning him. “That’s a good girl. Fuck… Now use you free hand to cup my balls.”
He was pleased his voice remained steady and that he didn’t sound like a maniacal pervert ready to growl and fuck her throat. Later, he would. He didn’t want to use Belle now, but he ached to share this experience with her.
Over and over, she dragged her mouth up, then slid back down his sensitive length. The wetness, the heat, that goddamn suction that had him losing his mind… All her anxiety seemed to have evaporated, and she began to suck his cock in earnest, finding her rhythm.
Belle groaned as she glided her teeth across the tip of his cock ever so gently. The tiny bit of pain blended with the soft brush of her thumb over his testicles. Oh hell, he’d never felt anyone attend to his pleasure in this particular mind-blowing way. In the middle, she wrapped her palm even more tightly around the base of his cock. The friction from that touch matched the drag and pull she administered to his sensitive head. God, she seemed to understand what he wanted perfectly. Her tongue rolled over his flesh, drawing him closer and closer to the edge. Kellan wondered how the fuck he’d ever do without this—without her—again.
Blood thundered through his system. She sucked harder, whimpered around him, laved him with her tongue again—and he was fucking gone.
“Belle, I’m going to come. Suck me down. Take everything I give you.”
She didn’t lose a beat, just bobbed her head as she drew even harder on him. His whole body seized up as pleasure coursed through his veins, heavy, drugging, dizzying. Amazing. What he and Belle had shared was far more than a blow job or a mere orgasm. This was…pure connection that jolted him straight down to his soul. He’d never felt it before. Likely, he never would again.
As she slowly drew away, Belle smiled up at him. “I liked it.”
He smoothed her hair back. “Oh, damn. Love… I more than liked it.”
And he more than liked her. Lila had put a dent in his heart, yes. But once he walked away, he worried now that Belle might put a hole in the damn thing that would never heal.
* * * *
Belle couldn’t breathe and she didn’t care. She licked her lips, still able to taste Kellan there. She hoped she’d pleased him, that the act they’d just shared meant far more to him than an orgasm. It certainly had to her.
The moment she’d taken his cock in her hand, she’d felt the intimacy of the moment, not just that she touched the most manly part of him, but that he trusted her to give him satisfaction. She’d trusted him to guide her gently. They’d both lowered their guard to share this experience. Because of it, they’d connected on a deeper level than they ever had before. Tonight, she’d seen a side of Kellan she was sure few did. That precious fact had given her confidence…and a bit of dangerous hope. Kellan Kent truly wanted her. And he cared. He’d sworn he wasn’t staying and didn’t intend to share forever with her, but…
Belle stifled her encroaching anticipation. She shouldn’t expect forever from him. Better to simply bask in the time they had together. No way would she put a halt to this night just because she wasn’t sure if Kellan would be here tomorrow. She was done with waiting for the future to happen to her. From now on, she’d grab life with both hands and live it.
She gasped as Tate’s fingers returned to her clitoris. It wasn’t as if she’d never touched herself, but his big fingers felt utterly different—and totally mesmerizing. Beside him, Eric rubbed his broad palm over her burning backside. Everything they’d done to her this evening had heightened her senses. Her skin tingled, feeling completely alive. A pleasant ache thrummed in her system.
“You did so well, baby.” Eric kissed her forehead. “You definitely deserve a treat.”
Before she could respond, he lifted her in his strong arms, cradling her against his warmth. She missed Tate’s fingers on her most sensitive parts, sure. But Eric replaced that, his embrace making her feel feminine, petite, and treasured. Safe.
He carried her across the room as if she weighed nothing. Somehow she’d imagined sex would be all passion and intensity, but she loved the unexpected adoration and surprising sense of togetherness. They’d even laughed some. The guys hadn’t thrown her on the bed for rapid-fire thrusts and grunts. They’d chosen to take their time, and what she’d experienced so far had proven so much better than anything her imagination had conjured up. All the awkward talk in the beginning had brought them to this place. Now, Belle was greedy to experience more.