Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(79)

        

Her hands weren't shaking as she eased down the zipper of his slacks and folded over the sides. Though he wanted to growl and demand she move faster, he forced himself to remain still. His cock strained against his boxers, but he couldn't stop her exploration. There was a look of wonder on her face as she drew his cock into her hand and stroked up, causing him to shudder. As she stroked down, he really had to concentrate on not coming in her hand like some teenager. It would be downright embarrassing. He'd wanted her for too long to end it so soon.

Her fingers played over the sensitive skin of his cock, little brushes that only made his struggle for control even more difficult.

"Do you like what I'm doing?" Belle whispered.

"I love it." His voice was a guttural groan. "But you don't have to treat me like I'm breakable. Grip me. Squeeze me in your hand."

Tate sank to his knees behind Belle. "I just want to touch you, but don't stop what you're doing, baby. When you're done with Kellan, I'm going to put my mouth on your pussy and eat you until you come just for me."

Belle shivered, but her eyes were dilated. No doubt about it. Dirty talk did something for her. They might have to be careful with her body, but she wasn't going to run away because they showed her how hot and dirty sex could be.

She gasped suddenly, and with his eyes rolling into the back of his head, Kellan could only guess what Tate was doing to her, probably rubbing her clitoris, getting her even wetter than the spanking.

"Belle, he'll stop if you don't take care of Kellan, and we'll start all of this over again." Eric's voice was a firm warning as he dropped a hand on Belle's head and nudged her closer to his waiting cock. "You'll be spanked again, with less thought to pleasure and more about punishment. There will be no release for you until you take care of Master Kellan. Understood?"

Kell loved the thought of being her Master, but Eric was handling her well. It took everything inside Kell not to take over, but he was determined to honor Eric and Tate's claim on her since they intended to stay.

Belle took his dick in a light grip, as though she was afraid of scaring or hurting him.

"Eric?" His partner would know what to do.

Eric tugged on Belle's hair until she craned her head back to stare at him. "Do we need to start all over? Maybe skip the orgasm Tate was planning to give you to make you understand Kellan wants it harder?"

"No." She looked distressed that Eric wasn't pleased with her.

"Reply with a 'yes, Sir.'"

"Yes, Sir," Belle said, downright breathy.

The sound just reinforced Kell's cock with more blood-laden steel. 

"Good. Stroke him harder. He won't break."

She licked her lips, obviously trying to focus. "Yes, Sir."

Her small hands tightened. Sensation immediately shivered up his staff. He hissed, then let out a breath, wrestling for control again. "That's it. So fucking good. Now lick the head of my cock."

Blinking up at him, Belle watched with slightly anxious dark eyes as she leaned in and swiped her tongue across the sensitive head of his dick. Heat burst through his system. Before he'd even recovered, she enveloped the wide head of his cock into her little mouth. Watching her struggle to open wide enough to take him all in at once turned him the fuck on.

Finally, she managed, and he groaned at the feel of her soft tongue cradling his cock as the heat of her mouth bathed him with sizzling need. It took everything he had not to grab a fistful of her hair and thrust up and deeper, past her lips. She was new at this and a little nervous. Kell knew he had to restrain himself and talk her through this, build her confidence so her first experience bolstered and pleased her.

"Suck me deeper inside your mouth." He wasn't going to last forever. Hell, as on edge as he felt now, Kell feared he wouldn't even last long, especially not when he watched more of his cock disappear between her lips and she sucked him deeper.

"Ah, god, Belle. Yes. Now stroke the inches that won't fit in your mouth and suck in all you can." She did exactly as instructed, and he sagged back on the chaise with a groan, losing himself to the sea of pleasure drowning him. "That's a good girl. Fuck …  Now use you free hand to cup my balls."

He was pleased his voice remained steady and that he didn't sound like a maniacal pervert ready to growl and fuck her throat. Later, he would. He didn't want to use Belle now, but he ached to share this experience with her.

Over and over, she dragged her mouth up, then slid back down his sensitive length. The wetness, the heat, that goddamn suction that had him losing his mind …  All her anxiety seemed to have evaporated, and she began to suck his cock in earnest, finding her rhythm.