Colters' Lady (Colters' Legacy #2)(43)

Then he pulled away, and a moment later, the tip of his c**k breached her entrance. There was a burning, stretching sensation as he pushed inward. Even with the lubricant, it was a tight fit.

But he was achingly tender, moving in increments, giving her time to adjust to his size and his possession. She stretched wide around the base of his c**k until she was impossibly full.

The restless, edgy build was back. She pushed against him, wanting more, wanting the delicious friction of his c**k burning through her pu**y.

His hips finally met her ass and pressed against her, holding firm for a long moment. Then he withdrew until she squirmed and tried to push back to take him again.

He rocked forward again, gripping her hips to hold her in place. Michael cupped her jaw and fed her his cock, inch by delicious inch.

The two men moved in rhythm, buffeting her body between theirs. She was overpowered by them. Awed by them. Completely consumed by her need for them.

At one point Michael pulled away, his breaths coming in harsh spurts. His chest heaved with exertion, and he held his c**k away from her as he caressed her cheek with his other hand.

“I’m close,” he murmured. “But I want to be inside you when I come. I want to make you come again.”

“Kiss me,” she begged softly. “Kiss me while Dillon takes me.”

Michael lowered himself until he was on eye level with her. She reached up to cup his face and then fused their mouths together. Their tongues tangled and dueled while Dillon f**ked her with increasing force.

Dillon’s fingers dug into her sides, tighter until she was sure she’d bear his marks.

Faster and more frantic, he pushed himself inside her until she felt his balls slap against her clit. Then he went tense all over and strained, holding himself as deep as he could go. A huge shudder rolled through his big body, and he spasmed against her.

He leaned over and pressed his lips to the center of her back. “Did I hurt you?”

She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “I know you’d never hurt me.”

“This might be a little uncomfortable,” he said, regret in his voice. He leaned back and then eased himself from the tight clasp of her body.

Her knees shook so badly that she threatened to buckle. Michael caught her shoulders and gently turned her until she was on her back again.

He lowered himself until he half covered her, his body warm and flush against hers.

“Where do you like to be touched?” he asked softly. “Tell me how to please you, Lily.”

Heat brushed her cheeks, but she met his gaze, emboldened by the approval and true desire to please her she found in his eyes.

“Here,” she whispered as she cupped her br**sts and rubbed her thumbs over her ni**les. “And here.” She gestured toward the spot on her neck below her ear—the part that drove her insane when it was nibbled at. “And here.” She lowered her hand to delve between her legs and rub over her clit.

“Mmm. I can’t wait to taste all three,” Michael said throatily.

He angled his head and grazed his teeth along the column of her neck until her entire body was bathed in goosebumps. He nipped and sucked and kissed, tormenting her endlessly until she writhed uncontrollably beneath him.

Then he turned his attention to her br**sts, blowing air over her ni**les and watching them pucker into taut little beads.

He flicked his tongue out and licked lightly at the tips, taking turns going from one to the other. She whimpered and raised her chest, trying to make him take them into his mouth.

He chuckled and merely nipped at them, teasing and taunting her until she growled her frustration.

“I want you so on edge that the minute I slide into you, you fall over,” he murmured against her nipple.

“Oh God, I’m already there,” she said in a strangled voice.

“No. But you will be.”

He started at her breastbone and licked his way down to her navel, rimmed the shallow indention and then continued down until he kissed the sensitive skin right above her soft curls at the apex of her legs.

“Open for me, sweetheart.”

She parted her legs, her breath hitching in her throat when his dark head dipped and his mouth found her, hot and wet. Her pu**y ached from Seth’s and Dillon’s loving, but Michael’s mouth soothed the discomfort away. He licked and sucked, driving her swiftly up the rise to another orgasm. He tongued her entrance and slid inside with gentle little pushes.

His mouth was pure magic. He had infinite patience and excellent instinct for what made her feel good and what drove her crazy. And he was committed to making the experience all about her.

Her fingers curled into the sheet, and she closed her eyes when warm hands smoothed over her belly and up to her br**sts. Her eyes flew open to see Seth and Dillon on either side of her, their hands coaxing over her skin.

As Michael continued his sensual feast between her legs, Dillon and Seth lowered their mouths to her br**sts. They each took a nipple between their teeth and sucked inward until both began a rhythmic pull that had her completely mindless.

She was hovering on the edge, so close to going over, when Michael pulled his head away. She moaned her protest and he smiled down at her.

“Just a minute, sweetheart. I promise. I have to get you ready to take me. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”

He picked up the tube of lubricant that Dillon had used and spread a liberal amount in his hand. He rolled on a condom with his other and applied the lubricant to the entire surface of his cock. Then he pressed his fingers between her legs and dipped inside her, easing the passage with the remaining gel.