Their Virgin Secretary (Masters of Ménage #6)(82)

A mouth fitted over her left breast, enclosing the bud and giving it a long pull. A zing of sensation zipped all the way to her clit and made her moan. Tate increased the sensation by flicking her flesh with his tongue. The tandem manipulation didn't just double her pleasure, but multiplied it. Her blood surged as Eric scraped her nipple with the edge of his teeth. The feeling was completely unexpected and just on the right side of pain.

Belle cried out, writhed. Desire climbed and clawed, almost too overwhelming. Yet she wouldn't change a thing.

Tate didn't let her divert her attention from him for too long. He redoubled his efforts, licking her, tucking his tongue between her swollen folds, sliding the tip inside her, deeper than she'd imagined possible. Fire shot through her veins. She grabbed at the sheets, mouth gaping with a silent whimper.

She was on the precipice, burning and half out of her mind, willing to do anything so Tate would bestow that dazzling pleasure on her, but he knew exactly how to keep her on the edge, withholding the climax she craved just out of reach. 

Bracing on her heels, Belle tried to lift her hips, circle them, anything to increase the pressure on her clit. Just a little more was all she needed …  But Tate held her effortlessly with strong arms, caging her down.

"Stay where you are, Belle. Let Tate have his fill. If you're good, he'll make you come. If not … " Eric let the warning hang. Then he helped his buddy by gently anchoring her left arm to the bed.

Kellan circled to the other side of the bed, pinning her right arm down and bending toward her breast. As soon as he enclosed it, the suction, coupled with the rest of the stimulation, had her crying out.

They had her deliciously trapped. No way to escape or move or manipulate the sensations they heaped on her. Belle could do nothing but accept pleasure-in whatever time and way they chose to give it.

If she'd been in actual panic or pain and she told them to stop, they would, but she didn't want them to let her go. She trusted them. These men would never hurt her physically. Her heart was another story, but even then, she knew they'd never mean to harm her. Kell had even explained his terrible past-a feat he obviously hadn't found easy-so she wouldn't be too devastated when he left. Wishful thinking, but Belle knew one thing for certain.

She'd waited for the right men.

Something blunt began to breach her aching sex. A cry escaped her throat as she jerked her gaze down to see that Tate had lifted his head. Now his fingers probed her, gently stretching her opening, preparing her for what came next. Though Belle was nervous, she already felt empty, greedy to be filled.

"Hurry," she begged.

"Patience," Eric insisted. "You're not ready. Tate will get you there."

Then the conversation stopped as he slid his digits deeper and suckled her clit once more. Eric and Kell each plucked on a nipple with their fingers, then with their mouths. The men moved in perfect harmony. The feel of them all drawing on her most sensitive spots at once had her holding her breath, euphoria dancing just under her skin.

Tate sucked her harder, fingers sinking deeper. Tingles swelled, spread. Her body tensed. Heat everywhere. God, she wondered if she'd ever recover from this avalanche of a climax when it finally rolled over her. The need gathered and grew as it accelerated, almost overshadowing her ability to breathe.

"Belle," Eric murmured in her ear. "Come."

Almost instantly, the ache behind her clit turned sharp and burst through her system, making her arch and scream. The hot shock of something far beyond incredible consumed her. She'd never even fantasized that the heavens could sing like this-or that anything could unravel her body so completely.

Panting, she lay spent as the sensations subsided. Belle didn't even know what to call that. Orgasm seemed weak, like calling a massive quake a tremor.

Before she recovered, the guys went into motion. She tried to catch her breath as Tate lifted himself off the bed, then dragged her into his arms. Thankfully, he held her up, giving her strength since her whole body had gone limp with sweet lethargy.

He tilted her chin to meet his kiss and devoured her mouth. Belle smelled and tasted herself on his lips. Just like when she'd put her mouth on Kell and laved him to climax, everything felt intimate. A part of her marveled that this man could-and would-give her the sort of pleasure that shook the earth and rocked her soul.

Tate broke the kiss with a grin and a wink, looking really pleased with himself. Before she could think of a reply, he turned her to face the other two. Eric's expression was every bit as hard and hungry as Kell's. Belle's stomach dipped and rolled with the knowledge they all intended to become her lovers tonight.