Their Virgin Secretary

  Blood thundered through his system. She sucked harder, whimpered around him, laved him with her tongue again—and he was fucking gone.

  “Belle, I’m going to come. Suck me down. Take everything I give you.”

  She didn’t lose a beat, just bobbed her head as she drew even harder on him. His whole body seized up as pleasure coursed through his veins, heavy, drugging, dizzying. Amazing. What he and Belle had shared was far more than a blow job or a mere orgasm. This was…pure connection that jolted him straight down to his soul. He’d never felt it before. Likely, he never would again.

  As she slowly drew away, Belle smiled up at him. “I liked it.”

  He smoothed her hair back. “Oh, damn. Love… I more than liked it.”

  And he more than liked her. Lila had put a dent in his heart, yes. But once he walked away, he worried now that Belle might put a hole in the damn thing that would never heal.

  * * * *

  Belle couldn’t breathe and she didn’t care. She licked her lips, still able to taste Kellan there. She hoped she’d pleased him, that the act they’d just shared meant far more to him than an orgasm. It certainly had to her.

  The moment she’d taken his cock in her hand, she’d felt the intimacy of the moment, not just that she touched the most manly part of him, but that he trusted her to give him satisfaction. She’d trusted him to guide her gently. They’d both lowered their guard to share this experience. Because of it, they’d connected on a deeper level than they ever had before. Tonight, she’d seen a side of Kellan she was sure few did. That precious fact had given her confidence…and a bit of dangerous hope. Kellan Kent truly wanted her. And he cared. He’d sworn he wasn’t staying and didn’t intend to share forever with her, but…

  Belle stifled her encroaching anticipation. She shouldn’t expect forever from him. Better to simply bask in the time they had together. No way would she put a halt to this night just because she wasn’t sure if Kellan would be here tomorrow. She was done with waiting for the future to happen to her. From now on, she’d grab life with both hands and live it.

  She gasped as Tate’s fingers returned to her clitoris. It wasn’t as if she’d never touched herself, but his big fingers felt utterly different—and totally mesmerizing. Beside him, Eric rubbed his broad palm over her burning backside. Everything they’d done to her this evening had heightened her senses. Her skin tingled, feeling completely alive. A pleasant ache thrummed in her system.

  “You did so well, baby.” Eric kissed her forehead. “You definitely deserve a treat.”

  Before she could respond, he lifted her in his strong arms, cradling her against his warmth. She missed Tate’s fingers on her most sensitive parts, sure. But Eric replaced that, his embrace making her feel feminine, petite, and treasured. Safe.

  He carried her across the room as if she weighed nothing. Somehow she’d imagined sex would be all passion and intensity, but she loved the unexpected adoration and surprising sense of togetherness. They’d even laughed some. The guys hadn’t thrown her on the bed for rapid-fire thrusts and grunts. They’d chosen to take their time, and what she’d experienced so far had proven so much better than anything her imagination had conjured up. All the awkward talk in the beginning had brought them to this place. Now, Belle was greedy to experience more.

  Eric lowered her to the bed, and the soft satin sheet cradled her back. He loomed over her, so gorgeous with hazel-green eyes and short sandy hair that made him look utterly sharp and masculine.

  “Do you know what it did to me to watch you suck Kellan’s cock?” He stroked his own stiff flesh, his stare never leaving her.

  Belle couldn’t take her eyes off him. From his bulging shoulders to his firm pecs, down to his stunning corrugated abs, he had an athlete’s body. She kept following the visual trail down. Her gaze glued itself to his cock. His very maleness was a thing of beauty, long and thick with a big plum-shaped head. Maybe she should be intimidated by the thought that something so large would eventually thrust inside her. Instead, she was just excited.

  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 crevi
ce. “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.

  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.

  Practically bouncing on the bed, Tate settled himself against the headboard, then pulled her between his long, muscled legs, resting her head on his thigh. She was on her back, looking up at him. He brushed a palm over her cheek, and she sighed, clinging to the warmth in his stare.

  “Eric will do this right,” Tate promised. “I’m so thrilled you’re about to become ours.”

  She was, too.

  Through half-lidded eyes, she watched Eric at the foot of the bed as he worked a condom over his angry, vein-laden cock.

  Kellan leaned closer, brushing his lips over hers. “Thank you for letting me be a part of this, love.”

  Even though he hadn’t promised her anything beyond right now, Belle softened. This night wouldn’t be complete without him.

  She threaded her fingers through his. “Thank you for being here. I know it’s not easy for you.”

  Tate brushed his knuckles across her cheek. “I can’t wait. It seems like I’ve waited a lifetime for this. Ready?”

  She didn’t reply. She couldn’t as Eric climbed onto the bed between her sprawled legs. Her heart pounded too hard.

  “Baby?” He glided a hand up her thigh, to her hip, caressing it as though he couldn’t stop himself from touching her. “Second thoughts?”

  “None.”

  The sense of connection to all three of them bound Belle. She wanted them, felt them. After this, some small piece of them would always belong to her. And no matter what happened later, a piece of her would always belong to them.

  Eric smiled as he eased deeper into the V between her legs and covered her body, nudging her opening with his cock. She whimpered. This was it.

  She’d wanted this moment since she’d laid eyes on them. They surrounded her, their big bodies warming and protecting her. With them, she felt not just beautiful, but like the only woman in the world.

  “I’ll be as gentle as I can, but if it hurts more than you can bear, Belle, you have to tell me. You’ll do that, right?”

  She assured him with her smile. His voice might sound a tad stern, but concern shadowed his hazel eyes.

  “Women have been losing their virginity and living to tell the tale for millennia. I’ll be fine.” When he opened his mouth to rebut, she cupped his shoulders. “But I will tell you. I promise.”

  “Excellent.” Eric didn’t waste a second before he sandwiched
a hand between them and aligned their bodies, then began working himself inside her. “Oh, baby, you’re so tight.”

  “Gently,” Tate warned his friend.

  Eric nodded, focusing on her completely as he lifted up on his arms and watched his cock begin to disappear into her body. The head stretched her, burning a bit as she opened to accommodate him. He inched inside her with a hiss, tensing and bracing himself above her with bared teeth.

  “You already feel amazing.” He sounded strained.

  Belle found it endearing. Some guys would only care about getting off. But his every thought now seemed focused on her comfort and pleasure.

  He was barely in, and she already felt awfully full. As he pushed deeper, panic threatened. She whimpered and gripped Kell’s hand in hers. But she refused to say the words that would stop Eric from breaching her completely.

  Kellan squeezed back, letting her know he was there. “It’s okay. We’re going to take the time to let you get used to sex. It’s only going to be uncomfortable a few moments the first few times. Just remember, your body was made for this.”

  Her head knew that, but it wasn’t prevailing now. Her body insisted Eric was too big, too much. Her heart thundered, seizing up further in an attempt to keep him out.