Their Virgin Secretary

Chapter Twelve

Kellan watched as Belle eased off Eric’s lap and into Tate’s waiting arms. The big guy covered her back with his body, almost eclipsing her as he wrapped an arm around her waist and bent to feather kisses along her neck. He fanned a hand under the hem of her shirt, skimming his palm up her abdomen, then peeled the garment off her body, apparently determined to get her as naked as he was.

Eric claimed Tate had once been self-conscious about his body, but by the time Kellan had moved to Chicago, all trace of that insecurity had left the building. The upside was that it made Tate perfectly comfortable in BDSM clubs. Belle, on the other hand, curled her hands over her chest, already looking a little unsure.

“Don’t try to hide. Tate is going to undress you,” Eric said, his voice reassuring but firm. “Let us see what’s ours.”

Belle exhaled and lowered her arms to her sides again, visibly relaxing as Eric took control of the scene. Pride and desire both stabbed at Kell. Not only had Eric come a long way from the anxious kid he’d first met in college, but Belle surrendered herself a little at a time, her submissive streak so natural and beautiful. No, they hadn’t asked a lot of her yet. Her emotional triggers would trip her up at some point. Kell had no doubt of that.

She claimed she’d only remained a virgin because she’d never had time to pursue romance and hadn’t found anything special enough. Maybe that was somewhat true, but he was a betting man. He’d put money on the fact that Belle had been scarred by her father’s death. Tate had once told him that her mother had checked out after her husband’s demise. Belle had been a mere child. It must have been bewildering and painful to go from being loved unconditionally to damn near being orphaned. No doubt she’d learned to hide in her shell to protect her heart. Kell vowed to make sure Eric and Tate gently pushed her boundaries and opened her up.

If he were a better man with a different past, Kellan would relish the opportunity to participate. But it wouldn’t be fair to Belle to top her and build her trust in him when he had no intention of staying. So he’d simply support his friends in their efforts and envy their happiness while cherishing what little time he had with her.

He watched with greedy eyes as Tate unhooked the clasp of her bra between her shoulder blades. It sagged against her body, the straps clinging to her, as he plucked at the string of her yoga pants and shoved them down the lush curve of her hips. Once they reached her ankles, Belle stepped out of them. Eric stood and drew her bra from her body, tossing it aside and leaving her gloriously naked. Kell wondered if he would ever forget the sight.

Raven black hair curved around her shoulders. Her skin was the most beautiful color he’d ever seen. The contrast of its mocha tone against Tate’s tanned flesh was striking. But her plump breasts with their pert chocolate nipples looked downright sexy. The little nubs strained for attention, begging to be taken into his mouth and sucked until she screamed with the pleasure he ached to give her. Her flat belly led to a dark pussy, engorged and lightly covered by a trimmed fringe of hair that fascinated him.

With a low groan, Tate wrapped her in his embrace, plastering himself across her back and kissing her bare, delicate shoulder as he palmed his way up her abdomen. Fire shot through Kellan’s blood as he watched Tate cup her breasts in his big hands. The luscious mounds just fit in his grip.

Eric stepped against her, crowding her, and staring down with demand in his eyes. “You’re going to kiss me, Belle.”

She looked breathless, overwhelmed. So ready and beautiful. So perfect for them. “Yes.”

“You’re going to give me control of your mouth while Tate touches you wherever and however he wishes.”

A shudder went through her body. She closed her eyes. “Yes.”

At her shaky whisper, satisfaction lit Eric’s eyes. He plunged his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back. When he’d positioned her to his satisfaction, Belle strained up to meet his kiss, lips parted in silent but unmistakable invitation.

Eric seized her mouth with his own, taking her lips and stealing her kiss, stripping her of restraint.

Eric took ownership of Belle’s mouth as Tate skated his hand back down her torso and right between her legs. As he strummed her clit in a slow, rhythmic circle, she tensed and gasped into Eric’s kiss, standing on her tiptoes. Kell didn’t know if she meant to get closer to Eric or prevent Tate from learning just how wet she was, but it didn’t matter. She had to learn that she didn’t have control of either man.

“Flat on your feet,” Kell growled in her ear. “If Tate wants his fingers in your cunt, aren’t you supposed to let him?”

She whimpered…but slowly lowered down on her heels again.

“Such a pretty pussy,” Tate murmured in her ear. “So wet, baby.”

Eric ate at her mouth, then drew back to nip at her bottom lip before he bestowed a lingering brush of his lips over hers and pulled back.

“I’ve wanted that for days. Sometimes I would watch you talk and just stare at your mouth, fantasizing about it,” Eric admitted.

She blinked, once and then again, obviously flustered. He laughed, then turned her to face Tate, who took hold of her shoulders and dragged her close.

“I’ve totally masturbated thinking about your mouth, Belle. It’s perfectly symmetrical. Your full bottom lip will cradle my cock and increase the sensation. At least by ten percent.”

“Tate…” Eric warned.

The big guy shrugged. “Just being honest.”

“Sometimes too much. Wouldn’t you rather kiss her?”

A wicked grin crossed Tate’s square face. “Absolutely.”

Belle smiled up at him. Her shining dark eyes silently said that his eagerness both amused and endeared her. As Tate swooped down and captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss, she moaned and met him, opening to his need.

Kell could almost see them begin to heal the wrongs of that night in Dallas and start to bond. He gritted his teeth. Fuck, he wanted to be with them. In the past, he’d always believed that he used Eric and Tate as cover so he wouldn’t have to be responsible for any woman. Now he realized he liked being a part of this weird family. He didn’t want cover; he wanted partners. He wanted this woman.

He couldn’t have them, of course. He couldn’t trust anymore. Truthfully, he didn’t even know how to try. But that didn’t stop him from wishing he could bond with them.

For a moment, he considered walking out. These three didn’t need him. Leaving later, after he’d tasted Belle, would only hurt more.

As Tate ended the kiss with a little growl, Eric placed a hand on her bare hip possessively and swiveled her in his direction. “What do you say, Kell? You want to teach her how to suck a cock?”

His breath nearly left his body. He’d likely had a hundred subs get to their knees before him, but the thought of Belle being there threatened to unman him.

Shit, he had to get out of here now. If he were a strong man, he would tell Tate and Eric to care for her always, never to let anything come between them. Then he’d exit stage left so he could keep his soul intact.

His feet wouldn’t move. They were planted here, along with his fucking cock, which didn’t care that he would be devastated later. It only knew that she was here and she was naked and that he wanted her more than his next breath.

Just a couple of nights. That was all he could have.

“Belle, do you want this?” The words fell out of his mouth.

“Do you?” She bit her lip nervously.

She doubted her appeal? After the way he’d treated her in Dallas, no wonder. Remorse lashed him. He’d shoved his baggage on her. For the hundredth time, he wished he’d handled that night better. Since he’d been an ass then, all he could do was try to reassure her now.

Kell brought her close and cupped her face in his hands. “I’ve never wanted anyone more. But I’m leaving this up to you.”

“Then yes. I’m nervous, though. What if I’m not any good at it?”

“We’ll teach you.” Tate smiled her way. “I’m a really patient tutor. Ask Eric. I got him through Algebra II. But this will be way more fun. I’m going to like grading your homework.”

Tate’s humor broke the tension in the room for a moment, and Kell rolled his eyes, then grinned affectionately. “Crazy nerd.”

With a shrug of his big shoulders, Tate smiled. “You know me…”

Kell did, and his friend would treat Belle the way she deserved. For now, he was just glad they were all allowing him this opportunity, this moment.

“All right, then. Come with me, Belle. The only thing I require is your promise to tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any time.” He gave her an expectant look.

“I promise,” she murmured.

“Good. I want this to be pleasant for you.”

He settled back on the chaise while Eric and Tate brought her forward. She was a beautiful, luscious gift, and he couldn’t be more thankful they were giving her to him—at least for now.

“On your knees, Annabelle,” Kell instructed. “Unzip my pants and take my cock in hand. Unlike our overeager friend there, I want you to undress me.”

Belle fell to her knees, her hands shaking just a little. Something inside him softened. Kell had grown so accustomed to subs who performed this task simply because they liked turning over their power or wanted their itch scratched in return. This meant something to her.

He took her hands in his own. “Are you scared?”

The thought that she might be afraid of him crushed Kell. He couldn’t accept her love, but he wanted her trust. It was imperative she knew that he would shelter and protect her.

“I’m nervous. I’ve wanted to be with you all for months. I never imagined you’d want me back.”

“Why not?” He frowned.

She shrugged and couldn’t quite meet his gaze. “We come from different worlds. I was your secretary.”

“Office manager,” he corrected with a little smile.

Her lips, swollen from kissing, curled up. Kell wanted to feel them on his own. Before he could bend to her, she said something that shocked him to the core.

“You’re three white guys and I’m—”

“Beautiful to the men who think the world of you?” he countered sharply. “That better be what you meant to say.”

“C’mon, Kell. I don’t have a problem with it. I know that attraction is attraction and most people these days feel the same way, but not everyone. Some of your clients might have a problem with it.”

“You haven’t seen the way some of our clients look at you then,” he said with a shake of his head because half the time he wanted to chuck them right out of the office. “All they tend to see is that we have a luscious assistant. You’re our lovely Belle. Period.”

“If anyone has problems with it, they’re small-minded assholes and we don’t want them as clients,” Eric growled. “We want you just as you are. I wouldn’t care if you were purple.”

“I would!” Tate looked at them like they’d gone mad. “If Belle was purple, that could indicate some life-threatening respiratory issue.”

They all laughed.

“Figure of speech, buddy.” Eric clapped him on the back.

“Oh. Then, what they said. I think you’re beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

Her eyes slid away from them. “Are you sure?”

Kell tugged, pulling her into his lap and settling her head on his shoulder. “Why don’t you know how gorgeous you are to me?” He tilted her head up. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. God, Belle, you make me wish I was a better man. If you get anything out of this, know that you are everything I could ever want. I’m so sorry I made you feel bad that night in Dallas. It was about me, love, not you.”

Belle teared up. “That’s very kind.”

No, it was the truth. But words wouldn’t show her how he felt. He brought his mouth down on hers, reveling in the soft feel of her body against his. He licked at that sexy bottom lip and growled, letting her know he wanted inside. Her mouth flowered open, giving him access. Kell moved in and dominated the kiss, sinking deep and drowning in her flavor, his tongue dancing against the silk of hers.

She softened against him the minute he took control. Belle was so naturally giving, so perfect. She breathed into him, her nipples hardening against his chest. His cock, already rigid, turned to stone.

Over and over, he kissed her, caressing her back, saying without words how precious she was. She melted into him a little more. This was what she needed, to know how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. Now that she was in his arms again, he realized that her sexual experience—or lack thereof—didn’t matter. She could have fucked a thousand men—or none at all—and she would still be Belle. That innocent light would still be a beacon to assholes like him because she was a good, lovely soul. No amount of sex would ever change that.

He brushed her lips again, then looked deep into her eyes. The connection between them tugged at something in his chest. “Belle, can you forgive me for the hurt I caused you?”

She blinked at him and sent him a small, forgiving smile. “It’s all right, Kellan. I understand. Will you stay with us as long as you can?”

God, he’d basically admitted he was going to use her body without giving her his heart, and she still wanted to touch him, comfort him, share herself with him. He was so fucking selfish, but he couldn’t walk away yet. Later, he would find the strength to do it, but not tonight. Right now, he needed to show her just how amazing she was.

“I want to feel your mouth on me, Belle. I want you to take those sexy lips and wrap them around my cock. Lick me all over. Taste every inch of me. There’s no wrong way for you to do it. I’ll love everything you do to me. Are you ready?”

“I am.”

“Good,” he murmured. “There’s one thing I need you to do.”

“What’s that?”

“Let go of your inhibitions. They don’t have a place here. With us, you can explore safely because you have three men who want you so badly. Together, we’ll help you find what works for you and what doesn’t. So put your mouth on me. We’ll go from there.”

When Belle nodded, he saw a contentment in her eyes he’d never seen. She wanted to please and serve, and now he was giving her an outlet for her submissive nature.

As she slipped off his lap and to the floor, naturally bowing her head, Kell sighed. Shit. She really was just perfect.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Tate and Eric, preparing the bed and ensuring they didn’t have to stop later for condoms. Eric had ditched his clothes as well. Kell would have smiled at his friends’ eagerness if he wasn’t so desperate to feel Belle’s hand on his fly and her mouth around his cock.

Her hands weren’t shaking as she eased down the zipper of his slacks and folded over the sides. Though he wanted to growl and demand she move faster, he forced himself to remain still. His cock strained against his boxers, but he couldn’t stop her exploration. There was a look of wonder on her face as she drew his cock into her hand and stroked up, causing him to shudder. As she stroked down, he really had to concentrate on not coming in her hand like some teenager. It would be downright embarrassing. He’d wanted her for too long to end it so soon.

Her fingers played over the sensitive skin of his cock, little brushes that only made his struggle for control even more difficult.

“Do you like what I’m doing?” Belle whispered.

“I love it.” His voice was a guttural groan. “But you don’t have to treat me like I’m breakable. Grip me. Squeeze me in your hand.”

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.

Eric lowered her to the bed, and the soft satin sheet cradled her back. He loomed over her, so gorgeous with hazel-green eyes and short sandy hair that made him look utterly sharp and masculine.

“Do you know what it did to me to watch you suck Kellan’s cock?” He stroked his own stiff flesh, his stare never leaving her.

Belle couldn’t take her eyes off him. From his bulging shoulders to his firm pecs, down to his stunning corrugated abs, he had an athlete’s body. She kept following the visual trail down. Her gaze glued itself to his cock. His very maleness was a thing of beauty, long and thick with a big plum-shaped head. Maybe she should be intimidated by the thought that something so large would eventually thrust inside her. Instead, she was just excited.

Being naked was easier when they were, too. Tate approached the end of the bed, every muscle in his body rippled, easy, and fluid as he moved. That huge erection of his matched the rest of his sizeable body. She should probably be daunted, but Belle had a feeling she was going to enjoy it before too long.

“Spread your legs for me.” He dropped a knee to the bed and prowled across the mattress in her direction.

Why wouldn’t he just grab her ankles and spread them himself? Because her men didn’t play that way. They wanted her conscious of her choices and involved in everything. She had to offer herself before they’d take her. They might call it submission, but they were giving her the power to say yes or no, to decide for herself.

Conscious of their gazes fixed on her, Belle tried to ignore the riot of nerves in her stomach as she bent her knees and eased her feet apart. As cool air kissed the damp folds of her pussy, she wondered exactly what they were seeing and thinking. Anxiously, she watched Tate’s face for any reaction. She’d seen a few of the women they’d dated, and she didn’t look anything like them. Her insecurities threatened to undo her, but then Tate gave a rough groan of pleasure. Belle couldn’t mistake his approval. She let out a shaky breath of relief.

They followed you here because they want you. Remember that. Stay in the moment.

“I can’t wait to taste you, baby.” Tate sank to his stomach, arms curling under her thighs, palms looping around to the top and clamping down. His face hovered right over her pussy. She felt his hot breath on her flesh.

Shock and desire flared at once. Belle gasped. This position was so intimate, the space he sought to invade incredibly personal.

“You’ve gone tense. Relax,” Eric urged, smoothing her hair from her face. “You’re definitely going to like this. And if you don’t, he’s doing something wrong.”

“Please…” Tate scoffed. “She’ll love it. I’ve studied this way more than I cracked books for the bar.”

Which had to mean that he was an oral sexpert.

Tate nipped her thigh playfully, and Belle couldn’t help but giggle. Just by being himself, he had broken the tension and made her shiver all at once.

“That’s better,” Eric praised. “Let him have his taste, then I’ll take mine.”

No doubt, Eric was the bossy one tonight. That surprised her. She’d expected Kellan to take charge, as usual. But he’d nodded at Eric earlier, as though giving his friend permission to take over. That made Belle’s heart hurt. Kell had probably only ceded control because he intended to keep his distance. What would it take to make him change his mind? How dangerous was that thought?

She glanced over to find him shedding his clothes. Instead of dropping them with abandon, Kellan slid each piece off, then carefully folded it. Despite the sublime moment they’d shared, she could see he held himself remote once more.

“Attention on me, Belle,” Tate demanded.

The moment she cut her gaze back to him, his face disappeared between her thighs. She held her breath, wondering how quickly Tate would dismantle her restraint. Then as his tongue lapped at her pussy, she wasn’t thinking about anything but the fire that flared through her body.

The sensation of his mouth working her little bundle of nerves sent a shiver zipping up her spine. She tensed, spilling out his name in a moan. But Tate paid her plea no mind. He simply showered attention on her pussy with soft, repeated lashes of his tongue. His hungry groans reverberated under her skin. He overwhelmed her. Belle shook. She had no defenses to handle an onslaught so targeted and devastating.

Tate hadn’t been exaggerating; he was really good at this.

“That’s it, baby. I’m thrilled to see you enjoying his mouth worshipping your cunt. Get used to it. It will happen a lot.” Eric bent and lowered his head to her breasts.

“She tastes like honey.” Tate growled the words against her flesh, then parted her with his tongue again, tasting every swell and crevice. “She’s so fucking sweet.”

Belle closed her eyes and drowned in pleasure. She would have been far more self-conscious if she hadn’t put her mouth on Kellan just minutes before. But she’d loved the closeness, the direct correlation between the swirl of her tongue and his reaction, having the power to bring him pleasure. She’d known instantly that he’d enjoyed her touch. And she’d been shockingly thrilled by his taste.

Tate was doing the same to her. His gusto made her feel beautiful and treasured. God, now she knew why Kinley smiled all the time, why she winked at her husbands. They shared something more than pleasure. Yes, she’d known they were in love, but now she understood the intimacy. They gave and took bodies and hearts. They’d created a bond stronger than steel, and soon they would add to their family. Though thrilled for her bestie, Belle had been the teeniest bit envious. Eric, Tate, and Kell were giving her a little nibble of that same joy now.

A mouth fitted over her left breast, enclosing the bud and giving it a long pull. A zing of sensation zipped all the way to her clit and made her moan. Tate increased the sensation by flicking her flesh with his tongue. The tandem manipulation didn’t just double her pleasure, but multiplied it. Her blood surged as Eric scraped her nipple with the edge of his teeth. The feeling was completely unexpected and just on the right side of pain.

Belle cried out, writhed. Desire climbed and clawed, almost too overwhelming. Yet she wouldn’t change a thing.

Tate didn’t let her divert her attention from him for too long. He redoubled his efforts, licking her, tucking his tongue between her swollen folds, sliding the tip inside her, deeper than she’d imagined possible. Fire shot through her veins. She grabbed at the sheets, mouth gaping with a silent whimper.

She was on the precipice, burning and half out of her mind, willing to do anything so Tate would bestow that dazzling pleasure on her, but he knew exactly how to keep her on the edge, withholding the climax she craved just out of reach.

Bracing on her heels, Belle tried to lift her hips, circle them, anything to increase the pressure on her clit. Just a little more was all she needed… But Tate held her effortlessly with strong arms, caging her down.

“Stay where you are, Belle. Let Tate have his fill. If you’re good, he’ll make you come. If not…” Eric let the warning hang. Then he helped his buddy by gently anchoring her left arm to the bed.

Kellan circled to the other side of the bed, pinning her right arm down and bending toward her breast. As soon as he enclosed it, the suction, coupled with the rest of the stimulation, had her crying out.

They had her deliciously trapped. No way to escape or move or manipulate the sensations they heaped on her. Belle could do nothing but accept pleasure—in whatever time and way they chose to give it.

If she’d been in actual panic or pain and she told them to stop, they would, but she didn’t want them to let her go. She trusted them. These men would never hurt her physically. Her heart was another story, but even then, she knew they’d never mean to harm her. Kell had even explained his terrible past—a feat he obviously hadn’t found easy—so she wouldn’t be too devastated when he left. Wishful thinking, but Belle knew one thing for certain.

She’d waited for the right men.

Something blunt began to breach her aching sex. A cry escaped her throat as she jerked her gaze down to see that Tate had lifted his head. Now his fingers probed her, gently stretching her opening, preparing her for what came next. Though Belle was nervous, she already felt empty, greedy to be filled.

“Hurry,” she begged.

“Patience,” Eric insisted. “You’re not ready. Tate will get you there.”

Then the conversation stopped as he slid his digits deeper and suckled her clit once more. Eric and Kell each plucked on a nipple with their fingers, then with their mouths. The men moved in perfect harmony. The feel of them all drawing on her most sensitive spots at once had her holding her breath, euphoria dancing just under her skin.

Tate sucked her harder, fingers sinking deeper. Tingles swelled, spread. Her body tensed. Heat everywhere. God, she wondered if she’d ever recover from this avalanche of a climax when it finally rolled over her. The need gathered and grew as it accelerated, almost overshadowing her ability to breathe.

“Belle,” Eric murmured in her ear. “Come.”

Almost instantly, the ache behind her clit turned sharp and burst through her system, making her arch and scream. The hot shock of something far beyond incredible consumed her. She’d never even fantasized that the heavens could sing like this—or that anything could unravel her body so completely.

Panting, she lay spent as the sensations subsided. Belle didn’t even know what to call that. Orgasm seemed weak, like calling a massive quake a tremor.

Before she recovered, the guys went into motion. She tried to catch her breath as Tate lifted himself off the bed, then dragged her into his arms. Thankfully, he held her up, giving her strength since her whole body had gone limp with sweet lethargy.

He tilted her chin to meet his kiss and devoured her mouth. Belle smelled and tasted herself on his lips. Just like when she’d put her mouth on Kell and laved him to climax, everything felt intimate. A part of her marveled that this man could—and would—give her the sort of pleasure that shook the earth and rocked her soul.

Tate broke the kiss with a grin and a wink, looking really pleased with himself. Before she could think of a reply, he turned her to face the other two. Eric’s expression was every bit as hard and hungry as Kell’s. Belle’s stomach dipped and rolled with the knowledge they all intended to become her lovers tonight.

Practically bouncing on the bed, Tate settled himself against the headboard, then pulled her between his long, muscled legs, resting her head on his thigh. She was on her back, looking up at him. He brushed a palm over her cheek, and she sighed, clinging to the warmth in his stare.

“Eric will do this right,” Tate promised. “I’m so thrilled you’re about to become ours.”

She was, too.

Through half-lidded eyes, she watched Eric at the foot of the bed as he worked a condom over his angry, vein-laden cock.

Kellan leaned closer, brushing his lips over hers. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this, love.”

Even though he hadn’t promised her anything beyond right now, Belle softened. This night wouldn’t be complete without him.

She threaded her fingers through his. “Thank you for being here. I know it’s not easy for you.”

Tate brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “I can’t wait. It seems like I’ve waited a lifetime for this. Ready?”

She didn’t reply. She couldn’t as Eric climbed onto the bed between her sprawled legs. Her heart pounded too hard.

“Baby?” He glided a hand up her thigh, to her hip, caressing it as though he couldn’t stop himself from touching her. “Second thoughts?”

“None.”

The sense of connection to all three of them bound Belle. She wanted them, felt them. After this, some small piece of them would always belong to her. And no matter what happened later, a piece of her would always belong to them.

Eric smiled as he eased deeper into the V between her legs and covered her body, nudging her opening with his cock. She whimpered. This was it.

She’d wanted this moment since she’d laid eyes on them. They surrounded her, their big bodies warming and protecting her. With them, she felt not just beautiful, but like the only woman in the world.

“I’ll be as gentle as I can, but if it hurts more than you can bear, Belle, you have to tell me. You’ll do that, right?”

She assured him with her smile. His voice might sound a tad stern, but concern shadowed his hazel eyes.

“Women have been losing their virginity and living to tell the tale for millennia. I’ll be fine.” When he opened his mouth to rebut, she cupped his shoulders. “But I will tell you. I promise.”

“Excellent.” Eric didn’t waste a second before he sandwiched a hand between them and aligned their bodies, then began working himself inside her. “Oh, baby, you’re so tight.”

“Gently,” Tate warned his friend.

Eric nodded, focusing on her completely as he lifted up on his arms and watched his cock begin to disappear into her body. The head stretched her, burning a bit as she opened to accommodate him. He inched inside her with a hiss, tensing and bracing himself above her with bared teeth.

“You already feel amazing.” He sounded strained.

Belle found it endearing. Some guys would only care about getting off. But his every thought now seemed focused on her comfort and pleasure.

He was barely in, and she already felt awfully full. As he pushed deeper, panic threatened. She whimpered and gripped Kell’s hand in hers. But she refused to say the words that would stop Eric from breaching her completely.

Kellan squeezed back, letting her know he was there. “It’s okay. We’re going to take the time to let you get used to sex. It’s only going to be uncomfortable a few moments the first few times. Just remember, your body was made for this.”

Her head knew that, but it wasn’t prevailing now. Her body insisted Eric was too big, too much. Her heart thundered, seizing up further in an attempt to keep him out.

“Shh,” Tate whispered, caressing her breasts, gently playing with her nipples. “Belle, baby, it’s going to feel so good soon. You’re so fucking beautiful. I can’t wait to be the man inside you, loving you. You mean everything to me.”

He meant an awful lot to her, too. His devotion warmed her. His touch relaxed her. Belle forced herself to draw in a deep breath and let go of her tension.

“Watch what he’s doing, love.” Kellan looked down her body. “Seeing you and Eric come together, witnessing your first time… It’s amazing. Look.”

She glanced down, fastening her stare to the spot where Eric’s cock slowly disappeared inside her body. She forced herself not to think of the invasion, but of getting closer to them, of being theirs tonight.

Spreading her legs wider, Belle welcomed him. He sank in just a bit more. Suddenly calling it sex seemed silly. This moment was so much more. Not only was she inviting him inside her body, but her soul. She was giving him something she couldn’t give again. She was telling him without a word how much she cared. That was more than worth a moment’s discomfort.

His face was a mask of concentration as he nudged at her opening again, but the barrier inside her stopped him. And knowing it would cause her pain, he looked reluctant to break through. He needed reassurances, too.

She let her free hand drift up, touching his face. “I’m all right, Eric. I want this. I want you—all of you. Take me.”

Belle lifted her pelvis, unwilling to wait a moment longer to have him inside her. Eric groaned out her name and gripped her hips, piercing her hymen and surging into her.

A flare of pain lit inside her, a tearing sensation as he thrust all the way to the hilt. She yelped as he took complete possession, filling her to capacity and beyond. She struggled against him.

“Eric!”

“I know, baby,” he soothed. “I’m sorry it hurt. Take a deep breath. That’s it. Now exhale.”

She did exactly as he demanded while he remained totally still. Slowly, her body adjusted, stretched to accommodate his cock, softened, reshaped around him. Her mind calmed.

“You better now?” he asked after a long moment of nothing but harsh breaths filling the air.

“I think. Yeah.” She hoped.

“Thank god. You can’t know how fucking good it feels to be inside you.”

As he held still, forging himself deep inside her, his cock pulsed, a rhythm her heart matched. But sex involved far more than him staying stationary with his flesh buried in hers. Now that the pain had subsided, she wanted to know just how fabulous him being inside her could feel. She wiggled her hips to entice him.

“Shit. Baby, if you don’t stop moving, I’m going to come. I don’t want to do that yet. Let me make this good for you.”

The feel of him submerged inside her was already reigniting her desire. Knowing they were joined charged that desire into need.

“I’m ready. Eric, don’t make me wait.”

He seemed to take forever, his head bowed as he worked to take air into his lungs and grab hold of his self-control. Tate continued his gentle adoration of her breasts, all the while telling her how beautiful she was, how much they wanted her.

Finally Eric raised his head. Anticipation thrummed through her. “I’m going to make love to you, Belle, soft and sweet.”

Her sex cramped. Her heart caught. “Please.”

Oh so slowly, he withdrew almost to the edge of her cunt, dragging his cock over the sensitive flesh inside her. He took in a shuddering breath, then eased back in, dragging over nerves now tingling and spreading pleasure throughout her. Eric repeated the motion again, giving her more of his weight, arching his pelvis against hers and twisting slightly. The motion pressed on her clit as he forced his dick higher inside her.

Following her instincts, Belle worked with him, matching him thrust for thrust. The movements stimulated spots that fingers, lips, and tongues could not. Eric had barely introduced her to the gentle feel of his thrusts, and already she was soaring so much higher. Instead of someone heaping ecstasy on her, he was sharing it with her.

Belle curled her fingers into his shoulders and began spreading kisses along his jaw. Between deep, measured thrusts, he took her mouth, the kiss rough, punctuated by a long groan when he completely seated himself again.

“More.” She closed her eyes as a rush of euphoria heated her blood, wanting everything he had to give her.

Eric picked up the pace. She was still so achingly full, but she enjoyed the sensation now. The contact, the friction, the closeness. This was even more pleasurable and profound than she’d hoped.

Over and over, he thrust into her, and she slammed back up to meet him. They crashed together in unison. He grunted as she gasped. Then he took another hungry swipe at her mouth as he shoved deep.

Tate’s fingers were still wedged between them, twisting her nipples. He found a tempo to match Eric’s thrust. He plucked at her, the pleasurable little pain jolting straight to her pussy.

“I’ve never seen anything sexier,” Kellan growled in her ear. “I can’t wait to get deep inside you and fuck you, love.”

“You won’t believe how good this is, Kell. Nothing has ever felt this amazing,” Eric moaned.

“I’m dying to be inside you, Belle.” Tate’s voice almost sounded like a plea as he twisted her nipples, adding more pressure and a bit of pain. The edge was right there. She held her breath, then keened out with need. The next touch would send her over.

Kell nipped at her shoulder, breathing on her skin.

Eric slammed inside her and ground down, finding a place deep, shocking her with an exhilarating sensation that swirled and gathered, tight, tighter. Then it released in a torrent like a giant storm. Belle gave a long, guttural groan, her head thrashing as the rapture drenched and drowned her, pulling her under in a consuming wave.

Eric stiffened, his face contorting as he thrust one last time into her. His entire body seized up. He shuddered, cried out, then poured his body—and soul—into her.

An electric moment later, he released a heaving breath, then fell on her chest. His heart still thundered against hers. Their bodies remained connected. Belle suspected that, from this moment on, their hearts always would be.

Peace filled her now. Every cell in her body exhaled as though she’d been waiting for this feeling—for them—all of her life. Such dangerous thinking, but no sense in lying to herself.

Finally, Eric lifted his head, his lips tugging into a satisfied grin. “That completely blew me away, baby. Being your first was so special. I’ll never forget it.”

He gave her a lingering kiss, so tender that tears stung Belle’s eyes. As he ended it, he rolled away. A chill hit her damp skin, but she didn’t stay cold for long. Tate slipped out from behind her, then rolled a condom on in record time and covered her body with his own. Wow, he was big and heavy, and his cock prodding at her would stretch her even more. But Belle didn’t panic this time. She knew they’d all work together to make this fabulous.

A wickedly sweet smile lit up Tate’s face. “My turn. I’ve wanted to offer my penis to you for a long time.”

Belle grinned. “I accept.”

“Thank god.”

He covered her lips with his own, his tongue finding its way inside at the same time his cock began to. Gasping at the sweet burn as he stretched her opening to accommodate his girth, he tunneled in deep, deeper, so deep she could almost swear he was about to hit her tonsils. Surely, he couldn’t fit another inch in. He did. And more. When he tilted his hips to grind into her and she felt their bodies totally merged, she whimpered in delight and wrapped her arms around him. It was going to be an amazing night.