THEIR_VIRGIN_PRINCESS (22 page)

He bent over and stuck his nose right into her pussy.

“Doesn’t she smell good?” Cooper murmured.

Lan looked up, and Cooper was twisting Alea’s nipples. She
was writhing in his hold, but it was a sweet little torture. There was no fear
at all in her eyes.

“She smells perfect. I bet she tastes even better.”

Alea’s hips rolled and a gaspy little moan came out of her
mouth. “Oh, god. Please. Please touch me, Lan.”

He didn’t think for a second that she wanted him to touch
her with his fingers. No way. He ran the flat of his tongue right between her
swollen folds, gathering the cream of her arousal. Oh, he’d been so right. She
tasted sweet and tangy. He sucked her into his mouth and then licked a line up
to her clit. That little pink jewel was pouting and begging for attention.

“Lan, please,” Alea said.

She’d been interrupted with Cooper and hadn’t gotten to
come. In fact, she’d very likely never really orgasmed. She’d known violence,
but she didn’t know how much ecstasy another’s touch could bring. Landon
intended to show her. It was the most important thing he’d ever done. He leaned
in, set his mouth on her again, and focused on showing her pleasure.

Alea’s legs were disintegrating under her as pleasure seeped
in and made her boneless. She would have fallen to the ground while Landon
feasted on her pussy if not for Cooper wrapping her in his strong arms. Just
days ago she would have felt caged and utterly terrified. But he embraced her,
rather than trapped her. His touch was filled with affection. Cooper wouldn’t
hurt her.

If she needed him to, he would release her instantly.

But that was the last thing she wanted now. Cooper held her
to allow Landon to have his sweet way with her pussy. Alea glanced down her
body at his sandy blond head moving between her legs, tilting to get deeper as
he licked, sucked, and laved until she felt like she was in a pleasure-induced
haze.

“Lay her down,” Landon commanded.

Cooper positioned her in the grass before she could protest.
No!
She wasn’t ready for this part to
be over yet.

“Spread those legs, baby,” Cooper whispered into her ear as
he sat and cradled her head against his chest. “Lan wants more of you. Give him
your pussy.”

Lan didn’t wait for her to comply. He grabbed her ankles and
forced her legs wide, then slithered to his belly between them. Alea sighed
with relief that he simply wanted her in a different position. The minute she
felt his tongue push through her slick, sensitive folds again, she understood
why. He speared his tongue inside her, and the velvety hot invasion had her
squirming, arching, crying out.

“Be still, Lea,” Coop warned. “Let him have his way.”

Cooper squeezed her nipples again, pinching and plucking. A
hot flare darted down her body, straight to her clit. She pushed her hips up at
Lan.

Alea couldn’t find the breath to tell Coop that his
“punishment” only aroused her more. They made her feel so alive and aware of
her body. With every moment, every intimacy, they pushed her closer to the edge
of the cliff. God, she wanted to fall blissfully over it.

Landon continued to worship her with his tongue, not leaving
a single slick inch of her untouched. He held her open while Cooper held her
down. And it didn’t frighten her in the least. Alea relaxed because they
wouldn’t hurt her. She belonged with these men and she felt that all the way to
her soul.

Alea wriggled to get closer and panted. Desire rushed
through her blood, need escalating, coalescing. Her head fell back against
Cooper’s chest as his palms cupped her breasts, fingers still plucking and
teasing, driving her mad.

“I think our girl likes having her pussy eaten. Don’t you,
baby? You like having a mouth on your cunt. Does it feel good? I can tell you, it
tastes so fucking good. You’re the sweetest thing I’ve ever had on my tongue.”

The blunt words coming out of Cooper’s mouth probably should
have shocked her, but it merely sent more desire shivering through her body.
Every word he uttered in her ear sounded low, sexy, and seductive.

“Come on. Tell us you like it. Tell us how much you like
having his tongue on your pussy.” He punctuated the command with a sharp pinch
to her nipples.

With a frantic nod, she cried out. “Yes! It feels
so
good.”

Good?
A ridiculous
understatement. This was heaven. Lan’s tongue was dedicated and strong,
thorough and unerring. He settled his thumb over her clit and rubbed circles
that magnified the ache. She couldn’t help arching closer, shoving against him
with a moan.

This time Cooper encouraged her. “Oh, you’re close, aren’t
you? Ride his tongue. Let him take you all the way, baby. I can’t wait to watch
you come.”

His fingers pulled at her nipples, matching up with the
rhythm of Lan’s tongue. Over and over, they sent her higher with a tangle of
sharp sensations—the slide of Lan’s tongue as he circled her clit, Cooper
pulling on her nipples and whispering filthy hot suggestions. Alea held her
breath. Who needed air now with this epic wave of pleasure swelling inside her?
She stiffened in anticipation, keening, almost praying to finally feel the
release she’d been denied all her life.

Finally, with another slide of Lan’s tongue, the crest broke
through her body. Ecstasy unlike anything she’d ever felt or imagined burned
the blood in her veins. She felt dizzy, light, euphoric.

Oh god! This
was
the incredible, mind-altering experience other women whispered and moaned
about. This was what made Piper smile all day as she hummed through the palace.
The amazing burst of need seemed to take her up, send her soaring until she
swore she could almost feel heaven. Her heart roared. Her pussy felt electric.

Alea came down slowly, panting for precious air. An almost
divine peace flooded her mind as satisfaction relaxed her body. She let herself
sag in Cooper’s arms, knowing she was warm and safe here.

Lan kissed her pussy one last time, then crawled up her
body, planting his lips on hers.

Now he would take her. Alea swallowed, steeling herself. But
she could handle it. He’d proven that he knew how to give nothing but joy and
love. If she opened her body to him, it would be all right. She might never
enjoy this part, but she would focus on delighting in the pleasure she gave
him. Likely, she’d have to remind herself that having a man on top of her wouldn’t
be scary or awful. But she wanted to give this to him. She wanted to be
completely connected to them all.

Alea wondered where Dane was. He was supposed to join them.
Yes, Coop and Lan made her feel incredible, but she wanted Dane, too. When it
came to her men, she suspected she would be greedy.

Lan’s tongue invaded her mouth with a hard press of his lips
and a barely contained breath. She tasted herself on his tongue. The way he
shared the flavor of her pleasure with her felt deeply intimate. Alea tangled
with him—tongues, fingers, bodies. His cock throbbed against her belly. She
might be perfectly happy and sated, but Lan needed more. She wanted to give to
him as he’d given to her.

“Make love to me,” she whispered.

“Not like this.” Lan brushed her lips one last time, then he
spread his big body on the ground beside her, letting his head rest in the soft
grass. “I think you should make love to me.”

Then Cooper was helping her up and taking her place on the
plush earth next to Landon. “Go on. We want you to explore.”

She dragged in a breath as they displayed themselves for
her, all rippling muscles, freshly bronzed from the island sun. Landon was lean
like a swimmer, his every muscle perfectly chiseled. He had a cut torso that
flowed into long, powerful legs. His cock was long and thick, standing out from
a nest of blond hair. His eyes could be like ice chips, but now they glowed
with a brilliant blue warmth. Cooper was built more like a quarterback, tall
and buff, with broad shoulders that went on for days. His brown eyes blazed
nearly black, searing her.

So beautiful and so different. And both hers.

“Go at your own pace, darlin’. When you’re ready, you take
us. Take as long as you want.” Landon offered her his body.

“But please say it won’t be too long.” Cooper’s hand was on
his cock. A mischievous smirk lit his eyes. “We’ve wanted this for so damn
long, baby.”

With an unblinking stare, she watched his hand move up and
down. Cooper was thicker than Lan, but not by much. Both men had long, massive
cocks. Cooper’s hand roughed up and down his own, from the tip to the base,
just above his balls, then back again. It should have been dirty or she should
have felt like a voyeur. But no, this sharing felt natural. They didn’t need
modesty in paradise. Arbitrary boundaries just closed them off from one
another. Here, now, they were connected and complete. Well, almost.

Soon.

Alea let herself sink to her knees in the velvety grass.
They’d left space for her between them, and she took advantage of it. She settled
a hand on both of them, reveling in the catch of Lan’s breath and Coop’s groan.
She drew her palm up their stomachs slowly, her touch skating up to their
muscled chests. They controlled so much strength for her benefit. Both men were
deadly, trained to kill, but they used it to protect, not to vanquish or take.

Explore.
That was
the word Cooper had used. And she did.

Alea leaned over and kissed Landon’s chest, right above his
heart. She let her cheek lie against his skin and she could hear his heart
pounding. He wrapped his arms around her, and Alea knew he could have held her
tighter, but he merely clasped her lightly so that she could escape if she
panicked. A sweet but unnecessary gesture. She nuzzled him instead, gratified
to hear him groan as he filtered his fingers through her hair.

With a bye-for-now kiss, she left Lan and shifted to Cooper,
spreading her lips across his chest. As she pressed her cheek to him, Alea
listened to the rhythm of his heart for a moment before sitting up again. She
wanted to explore them, but more than anything, she wanted to please them.

“Tell me what you like.” Alea rubbed the flat of her palm
against their chests, letting her fingers prowl down their ridged abdomens,
gratified when Coop sucked in a breath and Lan seemed to get harder.

“Everything,” Landon croaked.

“As long as it’s you, baby. Touch me. You’ll see the power
you have,” Cooper groaned.

That invitation was too good to pass up. Alea shivered at
the thought of holding him in her hand both literally and figuratively. How
long would it take to give him the kind of pleasure they’d given her?

As she reached tentatively for Cooper’s cock, he grabbed her
wrist. “Go on. You can be rough with me. Just…please. Goddamn it, touch me.”

Her breath catching, Alea gripped his erect flesh and
gasped. So hard…and yet so buttery soft, like the finest silk. Cooper’s cock
twitched in her hand. The head was almost like a purple plum, swollen and
blood-filled. She swiped her thumb across it curiously, gratified by his
guttural groan of pleasure.

“That’s it. Fuck, I want to watch.” Landon turned on his
side, propping his head on his hand. “Go on, darlin’.”

“Wow, that’s amazing.” Then she realized that sounded silly
and blushed. “Sorry. I’ve never touched a cock before.”

“Really?” Landon sounded stunned.

She knew exactly why. “My captors beat me silly, but they
never raped me, Lan. They didn’t actually force me to do anything except watch
the horrible things they did to others.”

“Lea?” There was so much sympathy in his voice, but she understood
that it wasn’t pity. He cared about her, loved her. He would empathize. Once
she’d realized that, she’d felt more equipped to deal with it. And it felt all
right to talk to them about those dark days. She was safe now.

Cooper clapped a hand over hers, stopping the rhythm of her
strokes. “Do you need to talk about it first?”

She shook her head and eased his hand away from hers to
resume stroking him. She fell into a sensual, measured rhythm. “No, I’m not
letting those ghosts haunt me anymore. I just want to move past it. I want to
be able to be with you all.”

Lan kissed her shoulder, rubbing his cheek against hers. “We
want to be with you, too, but you have to tell me if something scares you.”

“Yeah,” Cooper practically purred the word. He was all tawny
and golden, his eyes intent and filled with delicious need.

The idea of pleasing them aroused her. Already wet from
Lan’s mouth and her orgasm, she felt her folds grow even slicker.

“Am I doing this right?” she whispered.

Coop just groaned.

“Grip him harder.” Lan murmured the words against her skin.
“He wants it. Look.”

A little pearly drop of liquid formed at the slit. Acting
purely on instinct, she swiped at it with her thumb and brought it to her
mouth. Salty and rich. A little decadent. So very intimate.

“Fuck,” Cooper moaned and another drop welled.

Alea hesitated. “Was I not supposed to do that?”

Lan chuckled. “He liked it, darlin’. It was sexy as hell.
Stroke him good and hard. Keep running your thumb over the top. Soon, he’s
going to come all over your hand.”

“Really?” She blinked down at Coop. “You want that?”

He was panting now. “Fuck, yes. Please. Damn it…”

The slit of his dick was already wet again, cream coating
the head. Alea touched him there, getting her palm coated in the liquid silk. It
was easier to stroke Coop now with the lubrication. He seemed to grow even
larger as she increased the friction of her fingers over his flesh. She
watched, utterly fascinated, as Cooper closed his eyes in concentration.