Their Virgin Princess (Masters of Ménage #4)(73)

"I did," a masculine voice said.

His brother was here. A feeling of deep rightness flowed over him, and he knew that not only could he handle this-he wanted it. He glanced behind him and saw Coop and Landon waiting there. Cooper had gotten dressed again, but Lea had stolen his shirt. Lan was in his boxers. Damn. If they were here much longer, they would all be nudists.

Alea looked over and her hand almost went for the shirt. "Maybe you guys should go."

Dane reached out and grabbed the garment, dragging it away from her. No way was he giving this up. "Cooper, tell her how much you liked her hand on your cock. Lan, could you please grab the lube? I think we need to start preparing our woman to take all of us." 

Lan practically ran toward the luggage.

And Cooper sank into the sand beside him, his eyes on their very naked woman. "I loved it. I can't stop thinking about it. You were amazing, baby. And I think you should suck Dane's cock while Lan and I start your prep."

Oh, his brothers knew just what to do.

"Come here, Lea." His voice had gone super deep. Dom voice. Fuck. He wasn't ever going to use that voice on any woman but her again. She was the end, the final win. He relaxed back against the log they'd dragged into camp that first night. He spread his legs wide so she had a place to plant that gorgeous body.

She crawled forward. Every sensuous move made his cock jerk. His body felt deliciously heavy.

"Yes, Sir?" Her breasts swayed as she moved on all fours. Fuck. Fuck! He was lucky he wasn't coming just from the sight of her. Her nipples were hard and pointing down. She looked toward him, those full lips of hers glistening wet as her tongue darted out, sliding across her bee-stung lips.

"Take my cock out." He could barely speak. His dick ached to jump out of his pants and lurch toward her.

She got to her knees, those breasts settling in and looking so fine he couldn't help but smile. He spread his legs out as her hands moved to his waistband. He was damn happy he'd gone commando. It left one less layer between them. He pushed his hips up as she dragged his pants down. His cock bobbed free, a sense of deep relief flowing through him.

"Kiss it." He didn't measure his voice. She could handle it. He would need to go slow when it came to holding her down, but she didn't have a problem with commands. His girl would just refuse any order she wasn't ready for. Everything else was play, just fun and relaxation. Anything serious they would work through, and that gave him comfort.

It was funny. He'd topped women for a long time, the trust seeming to flow one way, and now he realized what he'd been missing. Trust should flow both ways. He trusted Alea to tell him what didn't work for her. He trusted her to know what she needed when it came to sex so he didn't have to worry if this was all weighted toward him. He was a service top, a Dom who needed to give pleasure and satisfaction to his submissive. Alea would never accept less. She was his perfect partner.

A little grin lit her face as she leaned forward, letting him know she wanted to play as much as he did. And then her lips connected with the head of his cock, and he stopped thinking about anything at all. Well, beyond how hot her mouth was. Her little pink tongue darted out, laving the sensitive head.

"Lick me." Today would be just a small taste. Eventually he'd give her a full meal, but not this time. He wanted to get inside her. Needed it like he needed his next fucking breath.

She leaned back down, showing him the graceful arc of her spine and the way the sun kissed her silky skin and brought out the shades of her hair. She fascinated him. And she had him moaning as she ran her tongue over the slit.

Her tongue moved over his cock, rubbing and nuzzling and lighting him up. She explored freely, trying to map his every hill and valley, line and groove. There was nothing fast and hard about the way she sucked a cock. It wasn't done to get him off in the quickest way possible. Alea loved his cock, lavished it with affection, took her time as she licked around the head and ran her lips across the vein on the underside. He watched her, giving up control for a moment because seeing her find her power was a magical thing.

"God, that is beautiful." Landon was watching intently on his knees in the sand beside them. Cooper stared, too.

It was beautiful. Dane closed his eyes, letting the moment roll over him. He wanted to memorize every second. The breeze from the ocean, the softness of the blanket under them, a barrier to the ever-present sand, the way her hair tickled across his thighs. The soft sound of her mouth suckling him.