“Are you all right, baby?”
There was a soft little smile on her face. “I’m lovely. James, you said I tasted good.”
He kissed her again, opening her mouth under his and letting her taste herself on his tongue. “You taste like heaven, baby.”
Her nose nuzzled his. “I want to taste you, James. Please.”
He got to his knees, his cock finally taking over. She’d asked so sweetly. He wasn’t about to refuse her.
Chapter Eleven
Hope’s head was still reeling as James stood and took that gorgeous cock in hand. She looked at it. It was really a work of art. Long and thick and the nicest shade of purple. The crown of his cock was perfectly shaped, and there was a drop of pre-cum seeping from the head.
He wanted her.
She wanted to touch him, but her bound hands wouldn’t allow it. It was just as well. If she could, she would caress him, selfishly exploring every inch of that bronzed skin covering muscled flesh. He was one amazing cowboy. Lean and tight, he’d earned his physique through grueling daily work. She wanted to run her tongue over the notches at his hips.
But more than anything, she wanted to please him as he’d pleased her.
Her body still hummed from the orgasm he’d given her. And he’d been right. Tying her up and forcing her to remain still had helped enormously. She hadn’t been able to think about anything but what he was doing to her. He’d forced out her self-consciousness and her doubt. Without the use of her hands or the ability to move, she’d had to be in the moment. There hadn’t been a thought in her head beyond James, his touch, his voice, the heat of his skin.
She didn’t even mind the plug. She hadn’t told James, but her only experience with anal sex had been horrible. She’d been drunk and stupid, trying to obliterate herself. So dangerous, but with James she felt safe. She was safe. At least her body was safe. Her heart was in serious damn jeopardy and from more than one source.
Noah was watching. Noah was here, but he couldn’t touch her. And she wanted him to.
“You want to taste me? I want that, too, baby. But I’m not coming in your mouth. Not this time.” He stroked that hard cock, his balls tight against his body. “This first time I want to be deep inside your pussy.”
She couldn’t imagine anything better. Until she caught sight of Noah. Being between them would be perfect, but she would have to work to bring them together. James was still far away from that.
Noah gave her an encouraging wink. He wanted this, too.
Hope took a deep breath, uncertainty crowding her again. Christian had never wanted a blow job. When she’d offered, he’d told her only whores did that. “I don’t know that I’m very good at this.”
James’s hand found her hair. Noah would have tightened his hands and told her not to talk bad about herself, but James smiled down, his face soft, his hand smoothing over her hair. “That doesn’t matter, baby. All that matters is that you want to. Hell, I bet you’re really good at it. And it doesn’t take much to please me. I promise it’s going to be okay.”
Tears pricked at her eyes. He was so gentle when she needed it, as though he could read her emotions and cared enough to give her what she needed. Somehow, these two brothers who could barely stand to be in a room together managed to give her exactly what she needed, when she needed it. Earlier it had been Noah’s outrageous dominance that had pulled her from the edge. Now James’s understanding made it easy to lean forward and let her tongue find his cock. She swiped the drop of pearly cream up, tasting his essence. Salty. Savory. James.
He groaned a little, thrusting forward. “See, that is working, baby.”
It was. Another drop leaked from the slit of his cock. His cockhead seemed to pulse her way like a compass pointing north. She sucked the head into her mouth and whirled her tongue around.
So good. She was so aware. Aware of her own body and not just the task at hand. She was aware of the hard wood under her knees and the rope that held her wrists together. She was aware of the soft tickling of her hair caressing her back and the hard thrust of the plug that claimed her ass. Every inch of her body seemed awake and alive.
James buried his hands in her hair as he started to thrust lightly in and out of her mouth. She opened her jaw, trying to take him deeper. He was so big. She groaned as he forced another inch or so in. Her mouth was full, and she didn’t think she had half of him. She worked her tongue, trying to suckle every bit of soft skin she could.
His hips pivoted. “Damn, girl, you’re killing me.”
He pulled out and then slowly thrust back in. Hope lapped at his pre-cum before sucking him inside, hollowing out her cheeks. She tried to relax and take more than before. Another hot inch and then another. He filled her, tickling the back of her throat. His cock pulsed inside her mouth. She could guess what that meant, and she wanted it. She wanted his cum coating her tongue, shooting down her throat. She wanted to walk around with his cum in her belly, his taste on her tongue.
James pulled out abruptly, a curse on his lips.
She looked up, doubt flooding her again. “Did I do something wrong?”
His breath sawed in and out of his chest. “We’re going to have to work on your self-esteem.” He palmed his cock, though he held his hand still. “No, Hope, you just about unmanned me. One more suck from that sweet mouth and I was going to blow, and I promised not to do that until I’m inside you.”
He took a long breath and disappeared from view. She felt a flick across her skin, and her hands came undone. James picked her up like she weighed nothing, one arm around her back and the other under her knees. He cradled her to his chest.
“I want you to hold on to me this first time. Later I’ll fuck you with your arms and legs tied down, but now I want you wrapped around me.” He placed her on the bed, following her, covering her body with his.
Hope was pierced by the sweetness of being skin to skin with James. She’d dreamed of it, but it was better. He was so much more tender than she’d imagined, his lips tracing a line from her forehead to her nose, stopping briefly at her lips before lightly touching her chin. In her dreams, she’d imagined him as demanding and overwhelming. She’d longed to pleasure him, but never dreamed she would get so much back. He held her, kissing her over and over as though he couldn’t get enough.
This wasn’t the “wham, bam, thank you ma’am” of his legend, tearing his way through most of Southern Colorado. This wasn’t crazy sex, despite the bondage and the butt plug. This was making love. James was making love to her, and the only thing missing was Noah. She looked his way, and the longing in his eyes cut through her. She was just about to open her mouth to beg with James, but Noah shook his head.
This was James’s time.
She closed her eyes and concentrated on the man in her arms. James kissed his way down, stopping to suckle her breasts and play with her navel. He took his time as though he wanted to learn every inch of her. She was in a near frenzy by the time his mouth finally hovered over her pussy. She could feel his heat and his control. Such control. She knew his cock must be aching, but he remained disciplined.
“This is what I’ve been waiting for. I missed my lunch, baby. This will make up for it.” His tongue danced a slow stroke down her pussy, delving into her juices. Hope nearly came off the bed. She spread her legs wide as James settled between them, his head buried in her pussy. He teased and licked and speared her with his tongue. Every inch of her female flesh lit up and went on high alert. She had to clutch the silky comforter beneath her or she would have sunk her hands in his hair to force him to fuck her harder.