Three men with extreme pent-up sexual energy wanted her. If he hadn’t been holding her knees wide open, she would have closed them and brought herself off at the mere thought of three men touching her, all at the same time. Of their mouths kissing her in intimate places. Of them bringing her fantasies of being triple penetrated to life.
His hands tightened on her knees, and she swore her breaths halted in her lungs as he kneeled down on his haunches in front of her, between her parted thighs. He gazed up at her with those lust-laden eyes, and she became lost in his heated look. Just like that. Oh, damn him for being so bold and sexy. For forcing her to confront her desires for him and the fantasies they both shared.
“We can go slow. Just you and me to start,” he said softly. “We can get reacquainted. Right here. Right now.” It seemed as if he were giving her a way out in the manner he posed his sentences. She didn’t want a way out. She wanted him to push her past her restraints.
Oh goodness, she couldn’t believe she’d just thought that last thought.
“Lower your nightgown.” His hoarse voice had her trembling despite the heat pumping out of the hearth. The thought of what he wanted to do had her nipples hardening and peeking and pressing boldly against her nightgown.
“Durango…” She didn’t know what she wanted to say. Maybe she wanted to mount a protest? No, no, she wanted him to touch her, kiss her, and fuck her. Not necessarily in that order.
He continued to gaze at her from his perch between her spread legs. His eyes were a dusty blue, and she swore she’d never seen them that dark before. Or so filled with sensuality and arousal. That look made her yearn for him so badly it almost pushed her senses into overdrive.
“Can you imagine Landon and Tyrell thrusting inside you? I know I want to see the pleasure splash across your face when they do. I know you’ve fantasized about Landon. I heard you call his name many times in your sleep before I left.”
Damn him. He’d never told her that before. Yes, she had fantasized about Landon. Who couldn’t? The man looked so hot, and he was built just as gorgeously as Durango, and he was so sweet, too.
“Have you already fantasized about Tyrell while you were patching him up?”
She found herself shaking her head despite the fact she had been ogling his taut, tanned torso while she’d prodded past his tattered flesh looking for the bullet.
“Now why don’t you pull that nightie down so I can see more of you, Doc? I’ve wanted to touch you since the moment I left. I’ve missed you like crazy.”
She shook her head, but at the same time her heart hammered insanely against her chest as she held his intoxicating gaze, and she lifted her hands. He licked his lips in obvious anticipation as she slowly eased the straps of her nightgown down her arms and then dipped her hands beneath the lowered neckline. She drew out her breasts both at the same time, presenting herself to him.
Her breaths halted as Durango swore softly. Appreciation lit his eyes, and lust flushed his face a nice shade of pink. Hunger tensed his body.
“Yeah, just the way I remember them. Nice, very nice, baby.”
She jerked as his hands pressed against her knees and he moved himself forward between her spread legs, his upper body leaning closer to her, his lips parting. She became lost in the sexy curve of those lips as his hot breath lashed her left nipple. As he sucked her taut flesh right into his searing, moist mouth, she shuddered uncontrollably. Oh, to have him at her breast again. It felt so right.
Reaching out with both of her hands, her arms arched around his neck. Her fingers sifted through the shoulder-length strands of his dark, silky brown hair where she gently held him. She gasped as the wonderful ripples of arousal began to build deep inside her pussy. The incredible way he sucked intoxicated her. Heated her.
She twisted against him, arching her back so she could get a firmer pressure. She could hear him breathing harshly. Heard herself moaning softly, giving herself away that she was enjoying what he was doing to her.
Damn him, he was like a fever rushing through her system. A fever chasing and exposing her deepest desires, her most wanton needs. He’d always been like this.
He demanded, she submitted, because, well, quite truthfully, she enjoyed the way he made her feel. Just as he was doing now. Bastard.
He let go of her nipple with a pop and moved to her other breast, sucking her other nipple into his mouth. His teeth grazed back and forth, igniting fiery pleasure-pain. His tongue soothed as he smoothed over her tortured flesh. Her pussy creamed. Her mind shattered, and she lost all self-control. Her body tightened, the ache for penetration spreading quickly through her body. Perspiration dotted her skin. Her breasts felt swollen and the rest of her overwhelmed and needy.
“Damn you, Durango,” she whispered as she creamed and almost came. He could do that, make her come by sucking on her nipples, but the son of a bitch obviously didn’t want her to come yet. She moaned in protest as he drew his head away and glared up at her.
“Maybe I should just leave you like this, huh, Liz? Give you a little taste of what I’ve been going through all these months.”
Selfish, wasn’t he? Thinking he was the only one who’d been suffering. Well, screw him. Let him think it. She wouldn’t beg him to take her. She wouldn’t!
Despite thinking that she wouldn’t give into him, her hands curled with frustration into tight fists of restraint behind his neck. She craved to bring her hands down to press against her pussy and make herself climax. She knew she would be able to. He’d brought her that close. To her irritation, he smiled knowingly.
“No, I shouldn’t deny myself. Shouldn’t leave you like this.”
Reaching up, he grabbed her arms and slowly brought them down to her sides. “Keep them there. Don’t touch me.”
She whimpered at his sharp command and did as he told her, watching helplessly as his hands moved her nightie up and past her knees, then her hips. His breaths came faster, harsher, as cool air pushed against her nude pussy.
Yes, she was nude down there. She’d had herself permanently denuded shortly after going out with Durango. He’d wanted her that way, and she hadn’t seen any reason to deny him. Just like now. She couldn’t deny him. Couldn’t stop herself from wanting his mouth on her down there.
God, she was so weak.
Once again her helplessness and her defiance made her watch as he got into position, his head lowering to between her spread legs. She widened herself, silently begging, mutely urging him to hurry. Praying he wasn’t going to stop and just walk away.
She jerked wildly as his shoulders pushed her wider. His fingers slipped against her pussy, and he parted her outer labia. Then she cried out, dazed at the intoxicating intensity, as his tongue lashed her amazingly responsive clit like a frantic whip. Sensations zapped through her. Intense. Explosive. And when he plunged three fingers into her soaked vagina-
She came. Hard.
She whimpered, her thighs clenching against him as she tried to clamp them shut. But his broad shoulders prevented it. She cried out as his tongue kissed and licked her clit and his fingers plunged in and out of her as if they were a miniature cock. Arousal rocked her, making her hips wrench this way and that way. Making her pant furiously and clench her fists tighter as he went down on her full force. She could feel her juices seeping like a river down her channel, hot and moist. She could hear the suctioning sound of his fingers thrusting in and out and mingling with his erotic groans and her sultry moans.
He didn’t stop. He kept up the pressure with his mouth, his tongue kissing and licking her clit, and his fingers thrusting into her wet vagina. She just kept creaming for him, her back arching against him, pressing herself into his face. She loved the harsh brush of his whiskers as they erotically caressed the insides of her thighs.
God! Would this exquisite torture ever end?
The moment she found herself coming down from a climax, he would increase his thrusts as well as the pressure on her clit, until he forced her into another orgasm. By the time he was finished, perspiration drenched her nightgown and she was utterly exhausted. If he’d decided to call the other two men to join him she would have been too tired to protest. Too exhausted to do anything but lay back and let them wrench even more arousal from her parched and spent body.
“There, that’s the way I like to see you, Doc. Utterly satisfied. Your gorgeous eyes half lidded, your pussy red
