Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(81)

Being naked was easier when they were, too. Tate approached the end of the bed, every muscle in his body rippled, easy, and fluid as he moved. That huge erection of his matched the rest of his sizeable body. She should probably be daunted, but Belle had a feeling she was going to enjoy it before too long.

"Spread your legs for me." He dropped a knee to the bed and prowled across the mattress in her direction.

Why wouldn't he just grab her ankles and spread them himself? Because her men didn't play that way. They wanted her conscious of her choices and involved in everything. She had to offer herself before they'd take her. They might call it submission, but they were giving her the power to say yes or no, to decide for herself.

Conscious of their gazes fixed on her, Belle tried to ignore the riot of nerves in her stomach as she bent her knees and eased her feet apart. As cool air kissed the damp folds of her pussy, she wondered exactly what they were seeing and thinking. Anxiously, she watched Tate's face for any reaction. She'd seen a few of the women they'd dated, and she didn't look anything like them. Her insecurities threatened to undo her, but then Tate gave a rough groan of pleasure. Belle couldn't mistake his approval. She let out a shaky breath of relief.

They followed you here because they want you. Remember that. Stay in the moment.

"I can't wait to taste you, baby." Tate sank to his stomach, arms curling under her thighs, palms looping around to the top and clamping down. His face hovered right over her pussy. She felt his hot breath on her flesh.

Shock and desire flared at once. Belle gasped. This position was so intimate, the space he sought to invade incredibly personal.

"You've gone tense. Relax," Eric urged, smoothing her hair from her face. "You're definitely going to like this. And if you don't, he's doing something wrong."

"Please … " Tate scoffed. "She'll love it. I've studied this way more than I cracked books for the bar."

Which had to mean that he was an oral sexpert.

Tate nipped her thigh playfully, and Belle couldn't help but giggle. Just by being himself, he had broken the tension and made her shiver all at once.

"That's better," Eric praised. "Let him have his taste, then I'll take mine."

No doubt, Eric was the bossy one tonight. That surprised her. She'd expected Kellan to take charge, as usual. But he'd nodded at Eric earlier, as though giving his friend permission to take over. That made Belle's heart hurt. Kell had probably only ceded control because he intended to keep his distance. What would it take to make him change his mind? How dangerous was that thought?

She glanced over to find him shedding his clothes. Instead of dropping them with abandon, Kellan slid each piece off, then carefully folded it. Despite the sublime moment they'd shared, she could see he held himself remote once more.

"Attention on me, Belle," Tate demanded.

The moment she cut her gaze back to him, his face disappeared between her thighs. She held her breath, wondering how quickly Tate would dismantle her restraint. Then as his tongue lapped at her pussy, she wasn't thinking about anything but the fire that flared through her body.



       
         
       
        

The sensation of his mouth working her little bundle of nerves sent a shiver zipping up her spine. She tensed, spilling out his name in a moan. But Tate paid her plea no mind. He simply showered attention on her pussy with soft, repeated lashes of his tongue. His hungry groans reverberated under her skin. He overwhelmed her. Belle shook. She had no defenses to handle an onslaught so targeted and devastating.

Tate hadn't been exaggerating; he was really good at this.

"That's it, baby. I'm thrilled to see you enjoying his mouth worshipping your cunt. Get used to it. It will happen a lot." Eric bent and lowered his head to her breasts.

"She tastes like honey." Tate growled the words against her flesh, then parted her with his tongue again, tasting every swell and crevice. "She's so fucking sweet."

Belle closed her eyes and drowned in pleasure. She would have been far more self-conscious if she hadn't put her mouth on Kellan just minutes before. But she'd loved the closeness, the direct correlation between the swirl of her tongue and his reaction, having the power to bring him pleasure. She'd known instantly that he'd enjoyed her touch. And she'd been shockingly thrilled by his taste.

Tate was doing the same to her. His gusto made her feel beautiful and treasured. God, now she knew why Kinley smiled all the time, why she winked at her husbands. They shared something more than pleasure. Yes, she'd known they were in love, but now she understood the intimacy. They gave and took bodies and hearts. They'd created a bond stronger than steel, and soon they would add to their family. Though thrilled for her bestie, Belle had been the teeniest bit envious. Eric, Tate, and Kell were giving her a little nibble of that same joy now.