Weekend Surrender (The Surrender Trilogy, #1)(38)
“Rachel, I’m done playing games. You knew from the beginning we were hoping this would turn into more than just a weekend fling. The sex has been amazing, but we want more. Every time one of us tries to get close to you, you throw up a wall and deflect us. Even in sex, you haven’t let us love you yet. You’ve fu-cked us, but you’re too scared to make love to us. This is it. Make your choice. You can either go to the kitchen, have breakfast while I get dressed, and then I will drive you home, or you let us take you back to that bed and make love to you. All four of us. If you choose the first option, know that it will be over. We will not pursue you once you leave this house. But, if you choose the second option, you must open yourself up to us. At least give us a chance to show you how much we…” his breath caught as he broke off for a second, “give us that much, please?”
It could have been moments or it could have been an hour. Rachel was captivated by the seriousness of Parker’s words, and the emotions that swirled in the depths of his dark gaze. He was offering her an out, but she wasn’t sure she was strong enough to take it. The temptation to let them make love to her was just too big.
She heard herself whisper, “Make love to me.”
A spark of fire seemed to pass from Parker to her as he bent forward and brought his lips just millimeters from hers before whispering back, “With pleasure, sunshine.”
Rachel only knew Parker’s lips for the next few moments as he nearly swallowed her whole, devouring her, and claiming her in the same viciously passionate kiss. There were hands on her body, and the slight feeling of weightlessness before the cold sheet brushed her skin and her head dipped into a pillow.
All at once, hot palms skimmed over her thighs, callused fingertips slid up under her t-shirt to pinch her nipples, and her hair was tugged possessively to tip her head back and bare her throat for seeking lips.
There was no escaping the sensual onslaught as they took control and made love to her body. No skin went untouched, or unkissed, and she felt like she was spinning in a vortex of debauchery. Fingers dipped between her thighs, teasing her clit and spreading her juices to her ass-hole before disappearing. Her focus was torn between the four brothers and she finally just closed her eyes and let go. She relaxed into their hands, letting them have their way with her, letting them take complete control of her need and her desire. This was what they wanted, and if she was honest with herself, she wanted it too.
In her head she heard the racing of her own heartbeat drumming rhythmically through her veins. She heard herself whimpering, and moaning, and even begging for their touch, but she wasn’t conscious of any of it. A cloud of passion seemed to take over her, and she let her doubts and questions disappear into the haze.
When one of the brothers spread her knees with his hands, and two others reached to hold her open, she gasped, only to find the fourth brother waiting to capture her breath with his own lips. Rogan. That’s whose lips possessed hers. She could taste him, and smell the scent that was Rogan alone. A brush of whiskers against her perineum told her it was Hudson’s tongue dancing merrily across her labia and clit. He caught her swollen bud between his lips and gently sucked on it, making her cunt spasm and her stomach tighten.
His fingers slid into her channel curling upward to find that deliciously secret spot that sent her exploding into orgasm, but before she could find her climax he eased back, and another set of fingers was brushing her exposed ass-hole. One of the brothers was teasing her ass, while Hudson continued to eat her pu-ssy, and Parker made love to her mouth. When a hard cock was pressed into her clenching fist, she lost track again so caught up in the whirlwind of heated desire she couldn’t focus on who was where or how many hands touched her and teased her.
Fingers were slipping in and out of her body with no resistance, and her breasts were swollen and aching. She needed to be filled completely so she could come.
“Please!” she heard herself begging, but the brothers only seemed more driven to keep her on the edge. They tormented her body, gifting her with all of the delicious attention any woman could ever want, and none of the release.
A rustle of the bed sheets was the only hint of the movements around her as they traded places and duties, taking turns tasting her everywhere. She kept trying to open her eyes and focus on them long enough to note who was where, but her mind seemed determined to avoid it, and even when open her vision was cloudy. Four tongues, four mouths, eight hands, four cocks, all touching her at once, and then disappearing only to reappear in a new territory. Mindlessly she babbled and pleaded in whispers and wails, until one of them broke.
Out of nowhere she felt her body being lifted and she was draped over the top of Sawyer. She would know the grip on her hips anywhere. Her cowboy grinned up at her when she cracked her swollen eyes open and managed to focus her vision on him.
“Come on, cowgirl, giddyup.” He lifted her hips, lining his cock up with her pu-ssy, and she heard herself cry out his name as he pulled her down onto him. Never before had she climaxed upon contact, but she couldn’t have stopped it this time if she had wanted to. Her body shuddered and bucked on top of him like she was really riding a bull, and he patiently waited her out.
It briefly crossed her mind that his brothers must have quite the view, before she felt one of them spreading some sort of lube over her back hole with his fingers. She must have jumped at the renewed contact because Rogan’s voice murmured to her.