Clifford Arbor: The Seduction of Raven Peters (7 page)

Harley pulled away to reply. "I kissed her. Her little moans fil ed my mouth. She tastes amazing. Hot, sweet. Everything you could ever imagine." He took Jackson’s cock back into his mouth greedily. "She’d taste so fucking sweet against my tongue. I’d suck her clit and when she was nice and sopping wet, I’d fuck her pussy. I bet she has a nice tight one. You’ll be fucking her mouth, your dick coated with her saliva, both of us together, taking her."

Harley moaned unable to resist fucking himself with his hand, teasing Jackson with bits of information in between licking the copious amounts of fluid leaking from Jackson's tip.

"She’s coming round Friday night for more than just food. She knows we want her. I could see confusion and desire but she wants us, Jackson. Both of us. Together." He let his words sink in, watching the other man’s face transfer from lust to sheer ecstasy as his seed pulsed out of his cock in a stream onto his chest and Harley allowed his own release to erupt. Watching his friend let go, that sheer loss, made him lose himself as well. Nothing like watching a dominant man who loved control completely lose it in climax.

Once they cleaned up and were cuddled on the sofa they started talking about Raven again.

"We have to show her how much she means to us," Jackson said adamantly.

"Don’t fret, my friend. She’l love being with us. We’ll just treat her like the treasure she is,"

Harley assured him.

Thursday the sun shone through beautiful blue sky. Raven stretched, giggling as she came awake. Her body hummed from the release she’d given herself last night after Harley left her alone and in need. She’d finally christened her dildo. Even the birds were singing a beautiful tune. It had been a while since Raven allowed herself some form of a climax.

Although it was rather silly really. Her last relationship ended a year ago and if anything, it left her feeling naive and immature. How many times had he said he’d left his wife? How stupid could she get?

Raven hummed as she got out of bed with a lazy stretch then went down stairs and put the kettle on for her morning coffee. She couldn’t live without her caffeine injection first thing in the morning. She reached for her toaster and prepared her buttered toast while stirring full fat milk into her coffee and treating herself to a teaspoon of sugar. Taking both to the table and taking a bite of toast, she wondered what would happen tonight.

She’d have Harley and Jackson all to herself. At least she’d be able to find out if Jackson and Harley were a couple. Her pussy melted.

Raven didn’t mind if they were. If anything the image of those two muscular men sliding together, kissing and thrusting against each other, gaining pleasure from each other, drove her mad. Their skin glossy and slicked with sweat. Touching. Moaning. Holding onto each other for strength.

She squeezed her knees together trying to stem the flow. Where the images and thoughts invaded her weak brain, her body followed. These two men were going to be the death of her. Her nipples pressed against the old baggy bed shirt she wore grazing the material. Her stomach sucked itself in as she waited trying to fight the urge to press her hand between her thighs.

She shouldn’t need to pleasure herself again, right?

Her imagination running riot with the rest of her body, she picked up her cup and took a gulp full of steaming hot coffee. The burn brought her down, cooling her mind but not her body.

She refused point blank to be controlled by two men whom she knew absolutely nothing about. With urgency she drank her coffee and finished off her toast. Her knees bounced with the hum of her body. It was even worse knowing they lived about fifteen feet away.

She ran upstairs for a quick shower. Changed and dressed, she rushed down the stairs to get to work. Traveling would take her mind off temptation.

Satisfied, she grabbed her bag from the desk by the door and then opened the door. The whole point of rushing out of the house was to avoid temptation. If she could face the heavens and plea for strength, she would but instead she jumped back, shocked and terrified. Jackson, sexy with wet hair as if he’d just gotten out of the shower, stood on her stoop with a take away cup and a paper bag in hand. She could smell some sort of beautiful concoction.

"Jackson. Hi." Her voice sounded breathless even to her.

Raven smiled but her hands were shaking as she held the door. Her pussy taunted her for leaving it alone.

Should have sorted me out when you had the chance!

The taunting didn’t go unnoticed.

Shut up.

"Good morning." Jackson bowed slightly, making her laugh.

"What brings you to my front door?" Raven wouldn’t invite him in. Her body wouldn’t survive it as she was sitting back on her morals and she needed to know something about them before she slept with either man.

"I had an errand to run in town and I picked this up and thought I’d wish you a good morning and offer you an espresso and a baked croissant from the best bakery in town," Jackson explained.

The coffee she could resist but her mouth watered at the delicious smelling buttery croissant. She could resist and was about to until she looked up and saw the sincere look on his face as he watched her and offered his treats. Then to add insult to injury, he smiled.

A full deviled smile. She was going straight to hell.

She opened her door wider and allowed her bag to fall to the floor. As he came into her house for the first time, she was shocked at how much he fil ed her doorway. He was huge.

Swallowing against the deviled images starting to weave a path back into her mind, Raven rushed to her kitchen hoping he would follow her.

Small luck.

He did.

Jackson handed her the cup and the bag.

She put the coffee on the counter top and rustled round in her croissant bag where she found two. Raven grabbed plates, feeling his eyes on her as she moved around her kitchen, making her nervous which brought out her clumsiness.

A plate dropped from her fingers and she gasped instinctively reaching for it, but before she could grab it, Jackson’s hand shot out and caught the plate. His size and strength and presence invaded her which made her feel small and dainty.

"Careful," he muttered, his breath rustling the hair on her head.

Raven smiled, moving back.

He placed it on the side, standing right beside her. She felt the heat radiating off him.

"You have great reflexes." Raven tried to start up a conversation. But for the first time in her lifetime, she couldn’t think of a single intelligent word to say.

"Didn’t want you getting hurt," he said.

She glanced up to see him watching her. Raven smiled and placed a croissant on his plate and one on hers.

"Happy breakfast," she cheered.

Raven took a seat in hopes Jackson would do the same.

His knees pressed against hers as he lowered himself onto a chair.

Raven took a bite not tasting anything but feeling the warmth of her food sliding down her throat.

"Good croissant."

She took another generous bite, acutely aware of him. He ate his own but his eyes remained on her.

"Do I have something on my face?" She wiped an area on her face coming away with nothing.

"No. You’re perfect. I was just admiring what Harley mentioned."

He’s done it now.

"What did Harley say about me?"

Raven kept her face averted but when he didn’t answer, she looked at him sharply.

He shrugged.

Oh, no, no. No, no.

She wasn’t having that. They already had their little secret about being a couple so she wasn’t going to allow them to tease her like this. To make her curious about each of them and then not spil the beans wasn't acceptable behavior.

"What did Harley say?" She made her voice firmer. In truth her anger was taking over her rational thinking.

Jackson shrugged and moved his hand, taking the croissant to his mouth as she grabbed his wrist, getting up from her chair to invade his space.

His wrist was too thick to even span her hand around.

His legs opened to accept her between his as she stepped as close as she could.

"What did Harley say?" Raven kept hold of him, her eyes locked on his.

Jackson appeared to be relaxed even though she was in his space and her anger was at the surface. She didn’t like the thought of these men discussing her behind her back.

"How sexy you looked when you were eating. I’m hard just watching you," Jackson answered nonchalantly. His free hand reached out to span her waist, bringing her in contact with the bulge between his legs.

Her anger instantly melted away to be replaced with a surge of lust. Raven let go of his hand to press her hands against the hard muscular heat of his chest. She glanced at how delicate her hands seemed pressed and framed against his large expanse of muscle.

Her pussy wept with renewed vigor. She moaned with abandon as he simply watched her, pressing her against his cock.

"Feel how hard you make me?" Jackson leaned in close, whispering against her ear. His breathe brushed against her neck sending goose bumps down her arms and across her nipples.

They were now pebbly points pointing out in front of her like little weapons calling to their prey.

"This is not fair," she complained, licking her lips as she gazed at him from drooping lashes.

"What’s not fair?" he teased her, running his free hand up her chest and across her palpitating heart. She wondered what he would do next.

"What’s not fair?" he asked again, his hand still pressed against her chest leaving her in a state of anticipating limbo.

"You and Harley teasing me like this." Raven pushed her chest against his hand wanting his attention. Trying to push him to do something, anything, for him to take away this urge to fuck.

"Harley isn’t here," he pointed out to her.

"But you are," Raven tempted him, moving one of her hands away from his chest, taking hold of the hand against hers and boldly pressing him to her breast. Jackson cupped her in his palm and she filled his hand perfectly.

His eyes widened as she pressed his hand tighter around her own breast wanting to feel the biting pain of his touch on her body.

"Touch me, please," she begged him.

Jackson shot up suddenly holding onto her. He picked her up and placed her on the side sending the plates with the buttery croissants crashing to the floor.

Before she even had time to process what was happening, his lips took possession of hers.

His hand came away from her tit as her arms circled his neck and she moaned, pulling on his hair as she sank her fingers into the dark brown mess, ruffling it up. Raven messed up his hair as her body hummed with the excitement of having him between her legs.

His arms circled her back and pulled her along the side so her ass was perched on the end so she was riding his midriff.

"Fuck," he mumbled against her lips.

"Shut up and kiss me," she ordered against his lips, pulling on his hair to keep him in place.

He was so different from the feel of Harley. Jackson was just bigger all round. No way could a woman forget having this man between her knees. The guy had a presence.

Thinking about Harley brought her back to her senses. Raven reluctantly pulled away from his kiss.

"What about Harley?" She groaned, hating the thought of stopping but she didn’t want to ruin a possible future with these two men by excluding one before they even got started.

"He wouldn’t mind. Besides, isn’t this what you two did last night without me?" He raised an eyebrow, questioning her.

Shrugging, relieved to know Harley wouldn’t mind her being with Jackson, she plunged for his lips, riding him harder than before. The teasing of these men leaving her unsatisfied was turning her into an animal. Al she could think about was her own pleasure.

Jackson’s lips took over, controlling her through the use of his wicked lips and devilish tongue.

"Please," she groaned, rubbing her pussy tight against his denim and the pressure of his cock.

"What do you want?" he asked, coming up for air, holding her so she wouldn’t fall off the end of the side.

"You and Harley are going to be the death of me," she cried out in anguish.

If he was intending to do the same as Harley last night, it meant he would leave her. Alone, desperate and on fire.

Jackson obviously heard the pleading in her voice. "What’s the matter, Raven?"

"You’re going to leave me," she sobbed, burying her face into his shirt. He smelled so good.

"I’m never going to leave you, Raven. Harley and I both want you," he attempted to reassure her.

"I’m on fire," she whispered against his ear, hoping he’d get the direction of her thoughts.

"I know, sweetheart. I am, too..." he started but she pressed a finger to his lips to stop him.

"My pussy is on fire."

Taking his hand, she noticed that considering his bulk and size, he never invaded her space but instead allowed her to take the lead. If anything that made her heart swell a tiny bit with a tingling of the only thing she could describe as love. Raven lifted her skirt. She nervously placed his hand over the heat of her mound then dropped the skirt but left his hand in place.

"Please. It’ll give you something to tell Harley about," she tried to persuade him. "Please," she begged him, thrusting her hips against his hand.

"A lady never begs," Jackson chastised, moving his finger across her burning clit.

She took his head between her hands, making him look at her.

"I never said I was a lady, Jackson. I’m a woman with needs. One hundred percent," she warned him.

Raven wouldn’t allow any man to mistake her for something she wasn’t. How many times had she been told how innocent she looked? Raven had been told numerous times she was the type of woman to take home to Momma, the only exception being her last relationship.

That jerk wanted to keep her locked away from everyone and keep her to himself. She thought it was sweet until she discovered his very excessive and demanding wife.

Big mistake.