Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(76)

"Don't try to hide. Tate is going to undress you," Eric said, his voice reassuring but firm. "Let us see what's ours."

Belle exhaled and lowered her arms to her sides again, visibly relaxing as Eric took control of the scene. Pride and desire both stabbed at Kell. Not only had Eric come a long way from the anxious kid he'd first met in college, but Belle surrendered herself a little at a time, her submissive streak so natural and beautiful. No, they hadn't asked a lot of her yet. Her emotional triggers would trip her up at some point. Kell had no doubt of that.

She claimed she'd only remained a virgin because she'd never had time to pursue romance and hadn't found anything special enough. Maybe that was somewhat true, but he was a betting man. He'd put money on the fact that Belle had been scarred by her father's death. Tate had once told him that her mother had checked out after her husband's demise. Belle had been a mere child. It must have been bewildering and painful to go from being loved unconditionally to damn near being orphaned. No doubt she'd learned to hide in her shell to protect her heart. Kell vowed to make sure Eric and Tate gently pushed her boundaries and opened her up.

If he were a better man with a different past, Kellan would relish the opportunity to participate. But it wouldn't be fair to Belle to top her and build her trust in him when he had no intention of staying. So he'd simply support his friends in their efforts and envy their happiness while cherishing what little time he had with her.



       
         
       
        

He watched with greedy eyes as Tate unhooked the clasp of her bra between her shoulder blades. It sagged against her body, the straps clinging to her, as he plucked at the string of her yoga pants and shoved them down the lush curve of her hips. Once they reached her ankles, Belle stepped out of them. Eric stood and drew her bra from her body, tossing it aside and leaving her gloriously naked. Kell wondered if he would ever forget the sight.

Raven black hair curved around her shoulders. Her skin was the most beautiful color he'd ever seen. The contrast of its mocha tone against Tate's tanned flesh was striking. But her plump breasts with their pert chocolate nipples looked downright sexy. The little nubs strained for attention, begging to be taken into his mouth and sucked until she screamed with the pleasure he ached to give her. Her flat belly led to a dark pussy, engorged and lightly covered by a trimmed fringe of hair that fascinated him.

With a low groan, Tate wrapped her in his embrace, plastering himself across her back and kissing her bare, delicate shoulder as he palmed his way up her abdomen. Fire shot through Kellan's blood as he watched Tate cup her breasts in his big hands. The luscious mounds just fit in his grip.

Eric stepped against her, crowding her, and staring down with demand in his eyes. "You're going to kiss me, Belle."

She looked breathless, overwhelmed. So ready and beautiful. So perfect for them. "Yes."

"You're going to give me control of your mouth while Tate touches you wherever and however he wishes."

A shudder went through her body. She closed her eyes. "Yes."

At her shaky whisper, satisfaction lit Eric's eyes. He plunged his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back. When he'd positioned her to his satisfaction, Belle strained up to meet his kiss, lips parted in silent but unmistakable invitation.

Eric seized her mouth with his own, taking her lips and stealing her kiss, stripping her of restraint.

Eric took ownership of Belle's mouth as Tate skated his hand back down her torso and right between her legs. As he strummed her clit in a slow, rhythmic circle, she tensed and gasped into Eric's kiss, standing on her tiptoes. Kell didn't know if she meant to get closer to Eric or prevent Tate from learning just how wet she was, but it didn't matter. She had to learn that she didn't have control of either man.

"Flat on your feet," Kell growled in her ear. "If Tate wants his fingers in your cunt, aren't you supposed to let him?"

She whimpered … but slowly lowered down on her heels again.

"Such a pretty pussy," Tate murmured in her ear. "So wet, baby."

Eric ate at her mouth, then drew back to nip at her bottom lip before he bestowed a lingering brush of his lips over hers and pulled back. 

"I've wanted that for days. Sometimes I would watch you talk and just stare at your mouth, fantasizing about it," Eric admitted.

She blinked, once and then again, obviously flustered. He laughed, then turned her to face Tate, who took hold of her shoulders and dragged her close.

"I've totally masturbated thinking about your mouth, Belle. It's perfectly symmetrical. Your full bottom lip will cradle my cock and increase the sensation. At least by ten percent."