Cherished (11 page)

“First and most important rule. No teeth. Tongue and lips only. Use suction but not too much. The idea is to tease and then—”

She rolled her eyes and slid her hand up his leg and gently pushed his hand from the base of his erection. Okay, so she was a virgin. It didn’t make her an idiot. And no, she hadn’t ever sucked cock as he’d so eloquently put it, but this wasn’t rocket science. Instinct made up for a lot and she was certainly intelligent enough and had enough imagination that she could damn well rock his world without any condescending lectures on the proper way to give head.

He broke off with a strangled sound as she grasped his length in her hand and rolled her tongue over the head.

It was a heady sensation to have him in the palm of her hand. He was right. She did have power. She hadn’t imagined it would be so sinfully satisfying.

He let out another gasp that sounded like a cross between a groan and an oath when she carefully sucked the tip into her mouth and glided down his erection, careful to keep her teeth from grazing the sensitive flesh.

She bowed her head, working down as far as she could take him and then rolled her tongue up the length as she retraced the path she’d just taken.

He was hard and hot against her palm. She tightened her hold, instinctively adding pressure. As she balanced the crown of his erection on her tongue, she rolled her hand upward. With her other hand, she reached to cup the heavy weight of his sac.

She pulled her head away, licking the very tip and over the slit before angling her head to look up at him. She smiled innocently. “Am I doing it right?”

His nostrils flared and he thrust his hand into her hair. He closed his fist, pulling it tight against her scalp. “Hell, yes, you little vixen. You’ve definitely got the tease part down. Where the hell did you learn to do that?”

The possessive growl and the hint of jealousy she heard in his voice amused her.

“I didn’t learn anywhere,” she said honestly. “I wanted to touch you. I was curious. I liked the way you felt in my hand and in my mouth. I just did what came natural.”

“By all means continue doing what comes natural,” Sebastien drawled. “I’m going to keep
my
mouth shut and let you do your thing.”

Her fingers rubbed through the crisp hairs on his balls and at the base of his cock. She loved the contrast of rough and silky smooth.

She flicked her tongue out again to circle the head, inhaling his scent as she tasted him. His hand remained fisted in her hair. His grip didn’t lessen, and when she took him deep, it grew tighter as he held her in place.

His hips surged forward, seeking more depth. At first she fought the invasion, the sensation of so much, so deep, unsettling to her. Her hands flew to his thighs and she tried to push back, but he held her firm.

“Let her go, Bastien.”

Startled, Talia rocked back on her heels when Sebastien released his grip. His cock bobbed, hugely erect, almost angry-looking as he took a step back.

Nico had voiced the command and now from behind her, he framed her face in his hands, caressing and then delving into her hair, almost as if he were petting her.

“You get too carried away,” Nico said in reprimand. “She is new to this. You can’t treat her like someone used to rougher treatment.”

Sebastien didn’t look at all happy over Nico’s interference. He reached down to grasp his cock and stroked back and forth before taking a step forward, closing the distance between them once more.

“Then you hold her and show her,” Sebastien said silkily. “I want her mouth. I don’t care how it’s done.”

Nico leaned down and pressed a kiss to the top of Talia’s head. “Trust me. Leave your hands down. Let him direct the action. I’ll be here, holding you and I won’t let him go too far.”

She had no idea what it said about her that she found the idea of Nico holding her head while Sebastien fucked her mouth…hot. Intensely erotic. Her entire body flushed with heat and her nipples hardened.

She relaxed in Nico’s hands and allowed him to hold her in place while Sebastien fit his cock to her mouth.

“Open for me, Talia,” Sebastien commanded. “Let me inside that gorgeous mouth of yours.”

She sighed and breathed him in as he pushed forward. It was like the first time as he slid over her tongue. This time she forced none of the action. She was held immobile as Sebastien used her as a receptacle for his pleasure.

Nico’s touch was gentle and reassuring and yet firm. He pushed forward, forcing her to meet Sebastien’s thrusts, and yet he knew just when to pull back and ease her away before it became too much.

Soon, his hands left her cheeks and twisted in her hair, holding the mass in his hands as Sebastien worked deeper and harder into her mouth.

Her eyes cut over toward Xander. She wondered what he made of this. He wasn’t participating. He hadn’t uttered a single word. He seemed content to allow his men to dictate the scene.

When she saw the raw satisfaction on his face and the way he leaned back, taking in every detail, she realized that he liked
watching. He was obviously turned on by watching the erotic scene unfold in front of him. It made sense, then, why he encouraged participation of the men closest to him and why he’d made it clear from the start that she would accommodate—and obey—them all.

“I’m going to come in your mouth, Talia,” Sebastien said in a hoarse voice. “And I want you to swallow every drop.”

Nico made a disapproving sound and then bent so his mouth was close to Talia’s ear. “Relax and don’t fight it. If it frightens you, just open your mouth and let it spill over your lips. Don’t panic. I’ll make him stop if it’s too much.”

She couldn’t nod for Sebastien’s forceful thrusts. Nico was there, his hands a comforting reminder. She closed her eyes and gave herself over to the experience of being between two completely different men.

For all of Sebastien’s seeming hard-ass ways, his thrusts were measured. He didn’t try to force himself too deep or too hard. He didn’t gag her or try to stuff himself down her throat. But he was hard and he was in command. She never doubted that for a moment.

And then Sebastien’s hands joined Nico’s. Sebastien held her jaw while Nico’s hands twisted in her hair and supported her neck.

Sebastien went tense. His legs rippled, the muscles bulging against the denim of his jeans. His arms went rigid and then he threw back his head, a sound of wild excitement rushing from his lips.

The first spurt caught her completely by surprise. It was warm and slightly salty. It hit the back of her throat and her first reaction was to reject it.

Sebastien continued thrusting, and his cock sliding through a mouth filled with cum made wet, sucking noises. She opened her mouth, gasping as more shot into her mouth.

Semen spilled over her lips and there was nothing she could do to call it back. It took all her concentration not to struggle and try
to yank her head away. She was overwhelmed and consumed by the raw power of the experience.

His cock was slippery with his release and he continued to slide in and out, spilling more of the cum down her chin. All the while, Nico’s hands gently caressed her neck and his fingers threaded through her hair. He murmured close to her ear but she couldn’t hear over the roar of her own pulse.

Finally, Sebastien slowed and for a long moment he remained in her mouth, his fingers digging into her jaw. Then he loosened his hold and carefully withdrew.

His cock slid downward, hanging in a semierect state as he backed away. His gaze burned over her and she tensed, expecting censure.

He reached down with one finger and wiped off some of the semen from her lips and then slid his finger into her mouth.

She sucked it off and dutifully swallowed.

“Forget all I said about swallowing every drop,” he said in a raspy voice. “My cum all over your mouth and chin, dripping onto the floor is the sexiest damn thing I’ve ever seen in my life.”

He leaned farther down and kissed her forehead, his mouth gentle against her skin.

As he stepped back, Nico lifted her to her feet and then turned her. Garon handed him a washcloth and Nico carefully wiped away the remnants of Sebastien’s release from her face. Then Nico pulled her into his arms, hugging her tightly against him.

She sighed and laid her head on his shoulder, liking the comfort of a quick snuggle.

He smoothed the hair behind her ear and then kissed the spot just above it before murmuring, “Go to Xander and rest a moment.”

Chapter 11

Talia went to where Xander sat on the couch. Though he didn’t tell her what to do, she felt it would please him if she knelt before him. In the very short time she’d been here, she’d formed the idea that Xander was aroused and satisfied by visual representations.

Though he’d demanded her obedience and she’d signed a contract and then verbally agreed upon her arrival, until he saw it in action, they were mere words and terms.

She stood in front of him for a mere second before she sank gracefully to her knees between his.

Xander’s eyes glowed and he reached to touch her cheek, her chin, where just moments earlier the semen from another man had smeared.

“Come to me,” he said in a husky whisper. “Sit astride me. I want to look and touch you.”

She pushed upward and then moved forward, a little uncertain as to what he wanted. But he reached out a hand, grasped hers and guided her further between his legs. Then he wrapped his hands around her waist and urged her to straddle his lap.

The position forced her thighs apart when her knees settled on either side of his legs. Her breasts were on eye level and her hair was wild and windblown over her shoulders.

“You’re a beautiful woman. You please me greatly, Talia. As I knew you would.”

Eagerness to assuage her curiosity overruled all good sense. She blurted out the question before she could think better of it.

“How could you know such a thing? Why am I here? I mean I know why, but why me in particular? You could have any woman, Xander. You must know that. There are women all over the world who would share your bed and participate in sex however you wanted it.”

He didn’t react to her barrage. He simply stared at her with those dark, sexy eyes. He slid one hand up her leg, around the curve of her hip and then up to cup her breast.

“Is it important? What is important is that you are here and you are mine. You’ve agreed to serve me, to pleasure me, in whatever capacity I wish. That is what is important to me, Talia.”

Suitably chastened, she nodded.

“Tell me something. Are you still frightened of me? Of us?” He waved his hand to include Nico, Garon and Sebastien.

She frowned and nibbled at her lower lip and then slowly shook her head. “I was never frightened,” she said softly. “Not in a physical sense. I mean, I didn’t think you would abuse me in any way. I was nervous, not scared. There’s a big difference. I guess you could say I was afraid of the unknown, of what your expectations would be, but I’ve never thought you were anything but an honorable man.”

His eyes warmed as if he were pleased with her explanation.

“And tell me this. Does the idea of being with more than one man alarm you? Does it embarrass you? Or…does it excite you?”

She glanced over her shoulder, having no idea how seductively innocent she looked to the other men in the room. Garon swallowed,
feeling a surge of protectiveness and lust—so strong his hands shook. Nico inhaled, captivated by the shyness in her eyes but also by the curiosity there. Sebastien felt a fist to the gut. He was impossibly sated but the memory of her mouth around him made his dick surge to life again.

He felt regret for the way he’d handled her. It was a defense mechanism, one he was well acquainted with. Rather than admit to any softness when it came to this woman, he acted the domineering bastard instead. It was all sex. All about his pleasure. Calculated. A bodily function, nothing more.

He knew it was bullshit, but Talia didn’t. She likely thought he was the biggest asshole in the world and he suddenly wanted nothing more than the opportunity to make it up to her.

He stared at Xander over Talia’s head, their gazes connecting. Sebastien grimaced, knowing it would convey more than words would and that Xander would understand. Xander knew him better than anyone, and he knew Sebastien was more guarded than most about allowing anyone to see him vulnerable.

Xander gave an almost imperceptible nod, letting Sebastien know he understood.

Talia found it hard to look Xander in the eye, but his hand cupped her chin, forcing her to do just that.

She sucked in her breath, bracing herself to be honest and truthful. She wasn’t deceitful by nature. She hated lies and she felt compelled to be straightforward with Xander—with all of them. They’d been patient—somewhat—with her. And they’d treated her very, very well.

“I’m nervous about it,” she admitted. “Not because I’m horrified. I’m curious too and maybe a little excited. You’ve all been…wonderful. It’s been surreal, almost like some over-the-top fantasy you read about but never think to actually experience.”

“That’s understandable,” he said with a nod. “You’re a virgin and innocent of such things. I don’t expect you to know exactly
your feelings, but I want to know if you are truly frightened of anything we do.”

She nodded, some of the tension knotting her shoulders seeping away.

He stroked a palm over her cheek and ran a finger over her lips that were still swollen from Sebastien’s use of them.

“Tell me something, Talia, and I want you to think on it a moment before you respond.”

Her brows furrowed and a flutter rose in her stomach at his odd tone.

“There is no question that I will be the one to take your virginity. You belong to me and this will be symbolic of that fact. But the question I put to you is whether you want them present and perhaps participating to a degree or would you prefer it to be you and I alone when I fully make love to you for the first time?”

Her eyes widened at the blunt question.

He touched his finger to her lips again to quiet any response.