Lora Leigh - Wicked Intent

“We?” She could barely still her groan as she felt the heat and hardness of his cock against her stomach, felt the air of tension that surrounded both of them now.

“Tell me you don’t want it, Tally,” he told her gently, his hand raising once again to push her hair back from her face as he stared down at her somberly. “Tell me you don’t want us both touching you, holding you into the night. That you don’t ache to know that either or both of us are there for you at any time you wish, willing to give you whatever you need.”

“Really Lucian, you should bottle the charm. You could make millions.” She swallowed tightly; the image of it had taunted her more than she wanted to admit to herself.

“Do you understand what we’re offering, Tally? Do you think you can play us against each other until you choose which of us you want?” he asked gently. “It wouldn’t matter, if you just had me. Or just had him. It wouldn’t matter where I was on this planet; I would feel him inside you. I would feel the tight clasp of your pussy on his cock, feel the heat of your body beneath his.” Her eyes widened as he continued.

“That’s the bond we share, baby. What I love, he will always love. What I need, he hungers for as well. And vice versa. You belong to both of us, Tally. Forever. Imagine that, baby. Two of us to torture and drive insane. Think of the possibilities.” Oh, the temptation of it. The utterly delicious carnality of the thought. All her fantasies, her desires, her dreams, rolled into two men at her beck and call. The thought was so tempting, so erotic, she wanted nothing more than to give into it.

Lucian’s hand cupped the back of her head, holding her steady as his lips smoothed over hers.

“Feel that?” he whispered. “Your lips beneath mine, the heat growing between us?

Dev knows that now. He can feel your lips as well as I do, feel the fullness of them, taste the sweetness of them. Just as I tasted you last week. Just as he knew your touch, you knew I would feel it as well. Open your mouth, Tally, let me truly taste paradise now.” She stared into his eyes, helpless now, trapped by the hunger and heat of his gaze.

“This is a mistake.” Tally fought to keep her voice strong, to remember how fragile emotion could be and how often absent it was in the cold light of day.

“A mistake?” he asked her gently, catching one hand and pulling it down his chest, over his hard abdomen until her fingers were cupping the rigid flesh contained beneath his silk slacks. “Feel that, Tally. Is it really a mistake?”

Tally shuddered, not because she ached so desperately for what she cupped in her hand, but because of the second pair of hands and the hard warm body suddenly behind her.

It was her personal fantasy. How did a woman fight her own fantasy? Especially one that had tormented her for nearly a decade. Two men, tall and strong, dominant, determined. Both men hungry for her.

Her head fell back against Dev’s shoulder as he bent to her neck. At the same time, Lucian’s head bent as well, his lips covering hers, his tongue pressing fiercely between her lips to tangle with hers. It was blistering, intense. Sensation exploded beneath her skin as four male hands roamed her body, easing her, sending arcs of white-hot heat sizzling into the depths of her cunt.

She swore she would die from the pleasure. It wasn’t possible that one woman could endure such a high degree of carnal excitement. It surged through her bloodstream, whipped through her womb, spasmed into the depths of her pussy.

“Soft,” Dev whispered as Lucian’s kiss destroyed her sensibilities. “Such heat.

You’re so hot, Tally, I wonder if we’ll survive it.” His hands smoothed down the silk of her dress as Lucian moved one hand just below her breast. She cried out into his kiss, rising to her tiptoes, her hand gripping his neck as he held her close against him.

“I could eat you alive,” Dev growled as he pushed her hair aside, his lips moving to the sensitive nape of her neck as his hands roamed over the clenching cheeks of her ass.

Tally shuddered at the touch. She could feel her juices spilling from her pussy, dampening her thong as his hands gripped the material of her dress and began to ease it upward.

She couldn’t breathe and she didn’t care. Lucian’s tongue was an invader, conquering her mouth, swallowing her muffled screams of pleasure as Dev eased the silk over her rear and ran his fingers along bare flesh.

Her hands clenched in Lucian’s hair. Pleasure tore through her body, anticipation setting fire to every nerve ending she possessed.

“Damn, you have the most beautiful ass in the world, Tally.” Lucian’s lips were frantic on hers now, his tongue plunging into her mouth as she writhed in his arms. Hot male hands parted her legs as Dev knelt behind her. Tally wondered if she could possibly survive so much as another second of their touch.

As Dev’s hand played with the curves of her ass, Lucian tore his mouth from hers, burying his lips in her neck as his hands pushed at the slender straps of her dress and eased them down her shoulders until the tops of her breasts were bared. She would have protested, would have worried that someone could come upon them if they hadn’t struck simultaneously.

Lucian nudged the silk over one hard nipple and enclosed it in his mouth as Dev nipped at a buttock, his hard hands parting the cheeks as his tongue began to paint hot, rapid designs much too close to the puckered entrance to her ass.

“Oh God! No more.” She arched in Lucian’s arms and, despite her words, held him close to her breast as she felt Dev moving the narrow band of her thong from between her buttocks.

The suction of his mouth on her flesh, his tongue whipping over her pierced nipple, his teeth alternately tugging at the small gold loop, had her pussy pulsing in frantic need. She was burning, melting, and Dev was suddenly there spreading her thighs wide as his head tilted between them, his tongue a lash of excruciating ecstasy as he lapped at the juices spilling from her cunt while one diabolical finger began to breech the entrance to her ass.

Lucian gripped her leg, just behind her knee, lifting it, bracing it against his hip as Dev’s lips and tongue began to torture the bare flesh of her cunt. His tongue slid inside her vagina, pumping in hard, tight strokes as she shuddered in Lucian’s arms.

It was unbearable. If they stopped she would die.

Dev’s finger screwed slowly, deep inside her anus, using the juices that slid from her cunt to ease his way. As her muscles adjusted to that small penetration, he added another, keeping the fiery tension alive, that small spark of pleasure/pain nearly sufficient to throw her over the edge.

“You’re so hot, you’ll burn us both alive,” Lucian groaned at her breast as he held her still for Dev’s explorations. “Does it feel good, baby? Do you like his tongue fucking you, his fingers preparing you?”

Tally shuddered, dazed with pleasure. This was too good. It was more than she had ever dreamed it would be.

“I could lift you now, Tally, push my cock up your tight pussy while Dev takes your hot little ass. All you have to do is ask me for it. Tell me you want it, Tally.” His voice was strained, hoarse from arousal as he raised his head to stare down at her in the dim light. “Now, Tally.”

She opened her mouth, the words trembling on her lips.

“Tally, are you out here?” They froze as Terrie’s voice called out imperatively. “I have an emergency in the house. I need your help.” Like a splash of cold water her friend’s voice filled her senses. Dev cursed as he quickly moved back, smoothing the material of her dress over her buttocks as Lucian raised his head and stared down at her with a hunger that speared straight to her soul.

“Tally. I need you now.” Terrie’s voice brooked no refusal. “I know you’re out here.”

“Go home with us, Tally,” Lucian whispered, his fingers straightening her dress as she fought for her sanity. “I promise, you won’t regret it.”

“Tally,” Terrie called again, closer now.

“Tally?” Lucian’s voice was soft yet filled with demand. A demand that shook her to her core.

As much as she needed, as much as she knew she would regret it a second later, she also knew the price would be much too high.

“I can’t.” She stepped back from him quickly, watching his eyes narrow as determination stamped his features.

“Just a minute, Terrie.” She knew her voice was husky, not quite even, but couldn’t help it. “I’ll be right there.”

Silence filled the area for long seconds. “I’ll wait here,” Terrie called back, her voice determined now. Tally stared back at Lucian, furious with herself and with him.

“This can’t happen,” she told them both desperately, but knowing it was too late to ever go back. “It will not happen again. Fantasy time is over, boys. This has to stop.”

“You know it will happen again,” he warned her, his voice pulsing with arousal as Dev cursed again, his voice irate, husky with his own lust. “The next time there won’t be any interruptions, though. Think about that one, Ms. Jaded Tally.” Her eyes widened as his words sank in, knowledge exploding through her head as she stared up at him. There were few people who knew her online persona as Jaded. So few that she could count them on one hand. Lucian should not have been one of them.

“Didn’t I tell you once that your little side life would rear up and bite you in the ass one day? Consider yourself bitten, baby.”

Wicked. Fury rushed through her bloodstream, white-hot and intense. He was Wicked, the online womanizing bastard! The cyber man of her dreams with a fetish for every fantasy that had ever entered her depraved imagination.

“You bastard,” she hissed. “You lied to me. All that time.”

“Like hell.” He was in her face, nearly nose to nose as he snarled back at her. “You gave yourself away, darlin’, when you started talking about Lucifer and his microchip for a brain. You should keep your online and offline insults separate if you want to hide.”

She was trembling from fury. She couldn’t remember ever being so angry. She had shared things with Wicked. He had been her comfort, someone to be at ease with, someone she had thought understood. Pain seared her chest even as she acknowledged the fact that she should have expected it. Had even once suspected it.

“I’ll resign,” she snapped. “I’ll be damned if I’ll continue to work for you any longer.”

Lucian shrugged mockingly. “You’ll be too tired to work anyway, once we’re finished with you, so do what you please.”

Her teeth snapped together as she fought to hold back her screams of outrage.

“I will not be your toy,” she informed him coldly. “Yours or Devril’s.” His eyes narrowed. “You’ll be much more that that, Tally,” he told her darkly.

“Like it or not, the countdown starts now. Enjoy your freedom while you can. I told you, baby, you made a mistake in the office that last day. You gave no quarter, damn you, I better not hear you asking for it.”

“That sounds like a threat.” She fought for imperious calm but was afraid she came across as viperously snide.

“I prefer to see it as a promise,” he told her enigmatically. “But you can take it however you like. We will have you, Tally, eventually.”

“In your dreams.” She was shaking in fury now. Fury and lust. She didn’t know if she wanted to kill him or fuck him.

“Tally?” Terrie called out firmly. “Now.”

Tally’s lip curled insultingly as she stared at Lucian a second longer before she turned and hurried toward Terrie’s voice. She was flushed, furious and just plain tired.

Dealing with Terrie now wasn’t something she was looking forward to.

Terrie had no emergency. Tally was almost amused when she realized her friend had followed Lucian and Dev, determined to protect her from whatever plans they had.

The emergency had been no more than a ruse to get her out of their arms and back into the house so Terrie could assure herself that Tally knew what she was getting into.

She was furious, but a tiny part of her was amazed and in awe that they had managed to fool her so effectively. It had never been done before. This was a first for her. It would be funny if she weren’t so damned mad.

“You can sleep here.” Terrie led her into the guest bedroom nearly an hour later after a less than polite argument on the merits of Tally spending the night.

Tally would have preferred the drive home to staying in a strange bed, but when Terrie got that wounded, hurt look on her face, it was damned near impossible to say no. They had been friends for too long, had been through too much together to let a man destroy that friendship.