Illeanna (18 page)

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Illeanna was quiet as she sat in the passenger side of the sheriff’s patrol truck. She felt kind of tipsy and didn’t want Gustave to know. He was awfully quiet, too, and she felt extremely guilty being kind of intoxicated while sitting in a police vehicle.

“You had a good time with your sisters?” he asked as he looked at her. She smiled and nodded. God, he was so handsome and smelled fresh, masculine, and so Gustave. The scent of his cologne, the way his snug uniform hugged his thighs, and his biceps. God, the shirt looked like it was about to bust open at the sleeves.

“Illeanna?” he asked. When she looked up, he placed the patrol truck in park, and his eyes looked dark and aroused.

Oh God.
She suddenly felt very naughty and began to look over his waist at the gun, the numerous other police paraphernalia, and of course the handcuffs. Oh jeeze, she should not have had so many Sazeracs.

She raised her eyes to him, and he must have known she’d had a few drinks. He knew she wanted him, and damn it she didn’t care that he knew.

“Get out of the truck,” he told her in such a deep, so-unlike- Gustave tone that her insides sizzled with expectation and hunger.

She swallowed hard as she watched him exit his side of the truck, and she reached for the door handle, pushing the door open.

She got out, relieved that she didn’t fall flat on her face as the driveway moved a little.

She wasn’t that drunk, but for some strange reason the atmosphere between her and Gustave was feeding something deep and primal inside of her.

In a flash he pulled her into his arms and lifted her up so that she could wrap her legs around his waist. He pressed her against the side of the truck. It was so fucking hot she panted. She actually panted as he lowered his mouth to hers, giving her exactly what she asked for.

His tongue was relentless as he stroked her mouth and devoured her moans and the most incredible sensation filled her belly. His kiss was long and sensual until finally he released her mouth to trail kisses along her jawline and the open collar of her blouse.

“I could fuck you right here against this truck you’re so hot,” he whispered. Jeeze, Gustave was wild and naughty. She couldn’t help but feel enflamed by his words and the way his mouth felt moist and hot against her skin.

“Oh yes, I don’t care. I want you so badly,” she confessed, her head rolling back against some part of the truck.

“I got too much shit on. Let’s get inside the house.”

She thought he had defused the situation until he squeezed her ass cheeks and carried her up the front walkway, maintaining his hold while continuing to taste every inch of her neck.

“Oh,” she moaned, and he didn’t seem the least surprised that the door was unlocked.

“That good of a time, huh?” Franco asked, making Illeanna feel a tad bit embarrassed.

“Here, I’ve got to get this shit off me,” Gustave stated, handing her off to Franco as if she weighed nothing at all.

Franco was wearing a pair of lounge pants and a white T-shirt. He kissed her, and she clung to him, wrapping her arms around his shoulders.

As he pulled away, he carried her toward the bedroom.

“Been drinking?” he asked, and she felt another spurt of embarrassment. Then a tinge of attitude.

“Your point?” she challenged. He raised his eyebrows at her, and she felt the intimidation. This was Franco in serious detective mode. What the hell was she thinking, drinking too much and ending up home with two law enforcement officers? All she needed was Johnny to come home and Julien and Louis to arrive. Damn. She was worried about Julien and Louis.

Franco squeezed her around the waist, her short top and hip-hugging capris showing off her flat belly.

“You wore this outfit to town out drinking?” he scolded. She felt her cheeks warm as she nodded.

His hands caressed her rear as he lowered her feet to the rug. Immediately she felt Gustave at her back. His hands were on her shoulders then lowered to her waist, lifting her shirt and pulling it from her body. Franco held her gaze, his eyes glossy with desire as he pulled her by her pants against him then began to tear open her pants. She jolted with awareness as she felt Gustave’s erection against her lower back. He towered over her. He was naked as he wrapped an arm around her midsection from behind.

“You feeling frisky this evening?” Gustave asked as he kissed her shoulder while rubbing his cock against her skin. This evening? She thought for a moment, realizing that it was past five o’clock when Gustave picked her up from Aubert’s. They were having such a good time.

“You let her go out like this?” Franco asked Gustave as he caressed her with his fingertips from neck to breasts. He cupped both fully, and she arched into him only to be held tighter by Gustave. She felt the pull, the heat and erotic connection between the three of them.

“Please,” she moaned.

“That feel good, Illeanna?” Franco asked then leaned forward to take a taste of her nipple, pulling it between his lips, nibbling with his teeth as he stretched her nipple. She moaned at the deep sensation, feeling it all the way to her pussy. She tightened her legs, and Gustave reached under her hair with his free hand, gripped ahold, and tilted her head back so that her neck was open to his mouth. He licked and suckled along her skin and continued to torment her, making her body come closer and closer to orgasm.

“Oh please. I’m gonna come,” she whispered, all feelings of being drunk on alcohol replaced by intoxication by lust.

“Come, sugar. I guarantee it won’t be the last time you will this evening,” Franco stated. She felt his words and his warm breath throughout her body. She was trying so hard not to explode.
My God, they aren’t even inside of me yet.

Gustave slowly released her breast, and she felt his hands move along her ribs, down to her waist, squeezing her hipbones before he leaned forward to press soft kisses against her belly.

“Oh,” she whispered as his tongue licked her navel and swirled around lower until it reached almost where she needed it most. His tongue made a path across her mound, lower and lower until it dipped between her pussy lips, and she arched toward him only to have Gustave pull her back against him.

“Please,” she panted then tried to reach for him, but with Gustave holding her around the waist and by her hair as he continued to kiss her skin, she was stuck in place. The fact that she could not touch Franco and was somewhat restrained turned her on, shocking her.

“So delicious,” Franco whispered as his warm breath collided with her too-sensitive clit. He was licking away her juices, swallowing her arousal, and eating away at her folds. He pulled her clit between his teeth and added warm, heated breath to her sensitive flesh.

“Oh!” she moaned as the sensation built and built. Gustave’s strong arm moved from her waist, his elbow and upper arm still holding her in place, as he reached for her breast, pulling on the tip, rolling it between his fingers.

“Ahh!” she screamed her release, exploding into Franco’s mouth as he moaned and swallowed every bit of her.

Her legs went weak, and Franco held her along with Gustave. She couldn’t believe that just happened.

“So beautiful. I love this body,” Gustave stated. Franco released his mouth from her pussy as she shivered with aftershocks. She closed her eyes and held on to Franco as he rose from the floor, kissing her skin along the way. Her breasts were now sensitive to the touch, and then he was covering her mouth, devouring her whole.

“Delicious. I love tasting you,” Franco stated after he released her lips. He stepped away, and Gustave turned her toward the bed. Franco began to remove his clothing as Gustave kissed her again.

Franco was lying on the edge, his legs hanging over the side, his thick, muscular thighs wide open, his cock thick and long waiting for her to enjoy. She licked her lips, and he held that intense gaze.

“Get over here now,” he told her, and Gustave moved her forward, lifting her to place her in position on top of Franco before she could make a step toward Franco herself. She was stunned by the erotic magnetism erupting around them. She felt so needy again, and she only came moments ago.

Gustave grabbed her hips and pressed her down onto Franco as Franco rubbed his hands over her breasts, cupping them. Her thighs felt a little weak. She felt so out of shape and knew that this kind of maddening lovemaking with such muscular, fit men would drive her to utter exhaustion. The thought enflamed her desire to please them, to make love to them, and to be everything that they desired. She locked gazes with Franco, and he seemed to read her mind as his expression went back to demanding and dark.

She lowered herself onto him, taking his shaft slowly inside of her, and she relished in the feeling of being filled by him.

She heard something behind her but was too caught up in making love to Franco to care. Then she felt Gustave’s hands at her waist and his fingers trailing across her spine, down lower to her back, and finally her ass. Up and down she was thrusting slowly on top of Franco, holding his gaze as they clasped their hands together, a sure sign of the meaning behind their lovemaking.

“Get ready, baby,” Gustave whispered against her ear, nibbling her earlobe and making her shiver with anticipation. Instantly she felt him press a hand to her back, and Franco pulled her hands above his head so her breasts were aligned to his mouth and her ass raised up, open to Gustave.

Gustave pressed a finger to her anus. She felt the lubricant and knew what he intended to do. She wanted it so bad she could taste it. She licked her lips and rolled her head back as Franco sucked on her breast. She was slowly moving, her pace less now as she anticipated the second penetration in her most sacred place. The tip of his cock stretched over the tight muscles. “Easy baby, nice and easy,” he stated through what sounded like clenched teeth.

“Oh,” she moaned, and he pressed deeper until he was fully inside of her. She felt the burn, the instant total fullness, and her men began to move. Gustave pulled out a little then pressed forward, but Franco still held her hands above his head, making both men penetrate her so deep she lost her breath with every stroke.

“Oh God!” she screamed as her body tightened. She was about to combust. They picked up speed, both men counterthrusting with her trying to keep up, but she couldn’t. She was strung so tight.

“So good, too fucking good,” Gustave roared as he came inside of her.

Up and down Franco pumped his hips, lifting Illeanna, making her hold on for dear life. Then she felt Gustave’s hands reach between her and Franco. He cupped her breasts and pinched her nipples. She could feel Gustave’s still-hard cock in her ass and Franco’s in her pussy, and it was all too much.

“Come for us, now!” Franco yelled as he reached his climax. She detonated around him as he poured himself into her and she collapsed onto his chest.

She couldn’t move as Gustave pulled slowly from her body. Franco did the same then pulled her into his arms and hugged her.

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Her face was wedged against the sheets as Illeanna lay on her belly, breathing shallow. Gustave glanced at Franco over her body as they both lay on either side of her. No words were spoken, and there was no need to. The connection, the emotions and feeling were strong, too strong for words.

They were massaging her from shoulders to rear, and when they both reached her ass cheeks, she moaned.

“You’re so beautiful, Illeanna. All ours to enjoy,” Gustave stated then leaned down to place a kiss on her shoulder.

“You okay, sugar?” Franco asked.

She moaned what sounded like a yeah, and they chuckled.

“That good, huh, baby?” Franco asked.

She nodded her head.

“I guess you’re not going to cook dinner tonight?” Gustave teased, and she quickly looked up and locked gazes with him. He saw her plump breasts and how the tips were pressed against the sheets, and he wanted her again.

“Was I supposed to tonight? Cook I mean?” she asked him, holding his gaze, and he smiled.

“Just teasing. You rest, Johnny is bringing home dinner tonight, compliments of Angelique.” She smiled, and he wondered what that was all about.

They lay there for awhile until they heard Johnny arrive home.

“Time for dinner, sugar,” Franco whispered against Illeanna’s hair then rose from the bed to get dressed. She stretched like a cat before she moved to the side of the bed. Gustave was in awe of her beauty. She was intoxicating and sexy.

“Want to go take a shower before dinner?” he asked.

“I can get the water started,” Franco stated as he pulled on his lounge pants.

“I think I’ll get the shower ready,” Johnny interrupted as he stood in the doorway, dressed in uniform and looking serious as could be.

Illeanna stirred and looked at him as she pulled the shirt off the floor, pressing it against her chest to cover her nakedness. She was sweet and shy and all theirs.

He looked at Gustave, and Gustave knew he was in a bit of trouble.

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“You disappeared without calling in,” he reprimanded Gustave, and Franco whistled then walked past Johnny to exit the bedroom. Johnny remained staring at Gustave.

“I had a drunk and disorderly call that needed personal attention,” Gustave replied then looked at Illeanna. Her eyes widened in shock, and her cheeks turned as red as an apple.

“What? I was not disorderly,” she stated, and Johnny raised his eyebrows and looked ready to punish. His brother sure did have an authoritative way about him.

“You were drunk?” Johnny asked as he uncrossed his arms and stepped closer to the bed.

“Not really. He picked me up, it’s not like I was driving,” Illeanna stated, sounding nervous, and Gustave had to hide his smile.

“She was wearing a sexy outfit that showed off her body, too,” Gustave added as he continued to get dressed.

Illeanna gasped, and Johnny moved closer into the room. He began to undo his belt buckle and all his gear, placing his gun in the top dresser drawer.

Illeanna was on her knees on the bed.

He pointed to her and curled his finger so that Illeanna came toward him at the edge of the bed. She hesitated and looked at Gustave. He shrugged his shoulders, got up, and left the room.