Sinful Pleasures (8 page)

Jude felt close to hyperventilating, but she settled herself on her knees and positioned her hips over his. She felt Morgan’s hands behind her, pulling the material of the bodysuit aside and spreading the crotch farther apart.

“She’s ready.”

“Look at me,”
Dallas
ordered, and Jude stared into his dark brown eyes. He had the longest lashes she’d ever seen on a man. With their gazes locked, he put his hands on her waist and pulled her down onto his cock while thrusting his hips upward.

Jude moaned softly, feeling herself give to his hardness. It had been so very long since a man invaded her body with passion. Her pussy protested for a brief moment, then opened like a flower to sunshine, letting him slide deep within her till there was nowhere left to go. Her channel clamped around him, muscles clenching and relaxing as they became accustomed to his size. He held her motionless for a moment, then he used his back and heels to push upward again. His arms lifted her up and down on his cock in an unhurried stroking motion.

Jude’s head fell back against her shoulders. How had she lived without this? She splayed her hands out on his chest. She loved the feel of crinkly male hair between her fingers as he pumped her up and down with a steady rhythm.

“Feels so good.” Jude sighed. She pushed down to meet his thrusts, feeling herself hover on a wave of pleasure. She could sense her orgasm building, dancing on the edge of her consciousness, rising with every plunge of his cock as her clit rubbed against the base of his erection. She was so close, so very close, and then she felt Morgan’s finger. It trailed down the crack of her buttocks, cool and wet with lubrication.

“Lean over, darlin’. Enjoy this.”

Jude leaned down over
Dallas
, dropping her lips to his mouth. His hips slowed their pace to a lazy stroking tempo. She floated on the edge of her climax, painfully aware of Morgan’s finger pushing against the outer rim of her anal muscles.

“She is fucking tight,” Morgan said.

“I can’t hold out here much longer, bud.”
Dallas
pushed hard into Jude, then held completely still, prolonging the inevitable.

“Get ready for a little bit of wild pleasure, darlin’.”

Jude felt
Dallas
’s hand tighten on her hips so she couldn’t move, and a solid pressure broke through the barrier of her anus. She gasped, feeling Morgan slowly twist the small plug into her ass. He turned it like a screw, letting her take it in millimeters at a time. He had coated the plug with lubrication so that it slid easily into her virgin territory, filling her with a delicious fullness that begged for release.

Her pussy began to react to the stimulation in a way Jude had never felt before. Her muscles compressed so tightly that
Dallas
gave a deep groan, sucking in a breath through his clenched teeth.

“This is it,” he ground out, shoving hard into Jude as Morgan buried the plug and moved away to watch her face.

Jude had never felt anything so intense in her life. She saw a red haze blossom before her eyes as
Dallas
’s thickness added more pressure to the little jelly plug filling her ass. He jerked in short, hard thrusts, over and over. The movement threatened to drive her crazy with need, and then her climax burst free. She felt a roaring blaze of ecstasy through her veins as she exploded with a cry of release.
Dallas
met her there in the sexual inferno, filling her with thick, hot bursts of liquid as he whispered her name.

* * * *

Exhausted from her orgasm, Jude was only vaguely aware of the plug still in her ass until Morgan playfully twisted it to get her attention.

“My turn now, darlin’.”

The rich deepness of his voice and the delightful pressure of the plug had Jude’s pussy spasming again in anticipation of another climax. “That feels so good, Morgan. Do it again.”

Morgan chuckled, gently pulling the plug half out and pushing it back in a couple of times. “Wait till I’m in your ass, Jude,” he whispered. “I’m a hell of a lot bigger than this. Imagine what it will feel like with me stretching you to the limit.”

While he lay stretched out behind her, his fingers reached around until they found her clit. He stroked her with one hand while twirling the jelly plug around in her tight little hole with the other. She felt herself building quickly, ready to explode again at the lightest touch.

“You know what will make you come?” Morgan didn’t wait for her answer. He positioned her enough so he could lower his face to her nipple. He bit down gently while his finger rubbed back and forth on the swollen bud of her clit. Just as she stiffened, he pushed inward on the butt plug, shoving it farther into her ass.

She writhed against Morgan, letting him use his hands and mouth to take her to the edge of madness. Whimpering with pleasure, Jude broke into a fresh climax that tore a hoarse cry from her throat. She rode the crest of devastatingly intense sensations pouring through her body for what seemed like a very long time.

“Just ride it, baby. This is only the beginning. It gets better from here.” Jude thought it couldn’t get any better. In fact, she thought she might die if it got better than this, but it was a chance she would be willing to take.

Rolling over to face him, she cupped his cheeks in her hands, stroking his beard shadow with her fingertips. “What do you want me to do? How can I make you feel good?”

Morgan’s hazel eyes crinkled. “Trust me, darlin’, just watching you enjoy yourself makes me feel good.”

“I’ll make you feel even better,” Jude promised.

She began kissing down his body, all the way from his neck, across the hard, muscled expanse of his chest, to his tight six-pack abs. His skin tasted salty sweet. Jude licked her lips, dropping her mouth into the patch of curly hair that held her treasure.

His cock strained upward, as if waiting for her mouth to envelope him. She cupped his balls in her hand, feeling the soft fullness of them. Jude placed a kiss on the head of his penis, and he groaned. She smiled to herself, loving his reaction to her touch. Lowering her mouth over the swollen head of his cock, she sucked lightly. Her fingertips traced the vein on the underside of his erection. Morgan’s body stiffened as she worked her lips and tongue. Jude realized she would never be able to fit his length in her mouth unless she was able to swallow him.

How would that feel? Would he be able to feel her throat muscles working as she consumed him? It wasn’t something she’d ever thought about before. Of course, there had been no reason to think about it. Her ex thought any kind of oral sex was disgusting.

Testing her theory, Jude kept taking him deeper, letting herself get used to the sensation of him touching the back of her throat. She forced herself to relax against the gag reflex. Then Jude began to swallow, feeling him edge down her throat.

“Oh, fuck.” Morgan thumped his head back against the pillow. “Shit, darlin’. You’re killing me.”

His response turned Jude on. She let her hand crawl blindly up his body until she found a nipple nestled in the light smattering of hair on his chest. She gently twisted the tight male bud as her mouth put more pressure on his throbbing cock.

Jude could feel his heartbeat thrumming rapidly in the vein of his penis, while she swallowed him as deeply as her throat would allow. Morgan groaned like he was in pain and tried to move her hand away from his chest.

Jude knew how it felt now—the sensations of pleasure so strong they became unbearably painful. She wouldn’t give him that release, not yet. Drawing her head back, she began licking her tongue around the thick head of his cock. She grasped him in her fist, holding his erection steady while she worked him over. Her tongue savored the satin smoothness of his salty skin.

At last, knowing he couldn’t take much more of her touch, Jude lowered her head back over him, working at his erection with her mouth and throat. Jude hummed as she swallowed him, knowing the vibration would drive him crazy. She was right.

“
Oh, fucking damn
.” Morgan exploded with a hot burst of salty liquid that Jude swallowed in thirsty gulps. She kept bobbing her head up and down until he had released every drop in his sac and she drained him dry.

“I can’t believe I came that fast,” Morgan said. He raised his head to look at Jude. “You’re fucking good, you know that?”

Jude felt herself flush. “I enjoyed what I was doing. You make it easy, Morgan, you and Dallas.” She put her hand out to touch Dallas.

“Wait till we both fuck you, baby. You’re going to love that,” Morgan said. He looked from her to his best friend. “I know Dallas and I will.”

“When will I be ready?” Jude looked at Dallas first, then turned her head to Morgan.

“It’s gonna take a few days,” Morgan said, showing his dimples. “But I think you’ll like the lessons.”

Chapter Five

Jude locked the door behind Morgan and Dallas. She knew they were waiting to hear the click of the deadbolt before they left her alone in the store. Morgan had removed the plug for her with the promise they would try a bigger one the next time. Jude smiled to herself, feeling deliciously fulfilled and eager to resume her education. She couldn’t get enough of her firemen, which is how she thought of them now.

Her firemen
.

Walking up the stairs and into the small bedroom they vacated only a short time ago, Jude stood in front of the mirror and studied herself. She didn’t look any different than she had just a few hours ago, but everything had changed. She realized her life would never be the same from this point on. She felt as if she’d grown, as if she were more aware of herself and her needs.

Her cell phone buzzed and Jude dug it from the small purse she’d carried through the evening. Tracey would be calling to find out how the dance went.

“Sorry to call so late, but I didn’t want to interrupt if you were having a wonderful time,” Tracey apologized. “Are you in bed?”

“Just got out of bed,” Jude answered with a trace of humor.

“Just got…oh…” Tracey hesitated. “Do you have time to talk?”

 
“I need to talk.” Jude sighed.

Biting her bottom lip as she looked at her reflection, Jude knew that after today she would never be satisfied in a conventional relationship. She wasn’t sure, but she thought Dallas and Morgan might have ruined her for any other man forever. She couldn’t imagine not being with the two of them. She found a dressing gown and pulled it on, moving to the bed where she could stretch out and relax while she talked to Tracey.

“I really don’t know what I’ve got myself into, Trace. Dallas and Morgan want to teach me about everything.”

“And the problem?” Tracey’s amusement was evident in her voice.

“Spanking…”

Tracey laughed out loud. “Did you let them?”

“Well, I…really, I didn’t have much choice,” Jude spluttered, feeling herself blush at the memory.

“Good.” Tracey didn’t pull any punches. “Did you enjoy it?”

“That’s the thing,” Jude said in awe. “I did, but I don’t understand why.”

“Always thinking and analyzing.” Tracey sighed. “I’ll tell you why, because they just proved to you they are alpha males. It’s in our female psyche to respond to a dominant man. We’re always searching for that man who will take over, and take care of us. Now, be honest, didn’t it enhance the sex?”

“Yes. I’ve never had anything like it,” Jude admitted.

“Then, be happy, Jude.” Tracey’s voice softened with emotion. “If you enjoyed it, nothing else matters.”

“I suppose not,” Jude agreed, running her hand across the sheets that were still damp from the sweat of their sexual play. She turned her face into the sheet so she could inhale Dallas’s and Morgan’s scents. “I don’t know if I can give up control.” Jude realized her voice sounded tense but she couldn’t help it. She was way out of her comfort zone here, and she didn’t know what to expect.

“You don’t have to,” Trace said patiently. “Just because you do what they tell you doesn’t mean you’re not in control. You can use your body to get what you want.”

Jude thought about that for a minute. Then she grinned. “Did I ever tell you that I have a brilliant little sister?”

“Get some rest, Jude,” Tracey suggested. “You’re gonna have your hands full with those two, and I want to hear all the juicy details.”

* * * *

Morgan Kent took the bottle of beer
Dallas
handed him. He dropped down in one of the wooden Adirondack chairs
Dallas
kept on the front porch. After his best friend had settled his tall frame into one of the matching chairs, Morgan held his bottle up in salute.
Dallas
returned the gesture and propped his feet up on the porch railing.

“What do you think?”
Dallas
asked without looking at him. He didn’t have to explain what he was talking about. The two men had been best friends so long they were closer than most brothers. More often than not, they could read what the other was thinking.

“I believe we just found the best thing in our lives, partner.”

Dallas
continued to look out over the field of vibrantly colored wildflowers growing at the edge of the well-kept lawn. Owl clover and lupine contrasted sharply with the yellow brittlebush and scarlet blooming penstemon. Morgan knew how much
Dallas
loved the panoramic scene in front of him, just like he knew his friend had paid dearly for it.

Tearing his gaze away from the rugged beauty of the land, he turned to Morgan. “She’s the kind of woman I could spend the rest of my life with.”

“Me, too, and that scares the hell out of me.” Morgan took a long swig of beer, nearly draining the bottle. “Can we do this, Dal? Can we share this woman and make it work?”

Dallas
turned the amber bottle up, drinking it dry. “I’m willing to try. It never meant anything before, but it does now. I don’t want to lose her.” He grinned, looking back over the field of flowers. “It turned me on watching her swallow your dick. She did it like a pro. I kept watching her throat take you a little deeper with each gulp, and I thought I was going to come again. Damn, but she looked fine.”