by Lora Leigh
“Is this what you want?” Tariq repeated. “My lips and tongue feeding from your juicy pussy?” He caught her fingers and drew them to his heavy erection. “My dick sinking into it?”
“Yes!” Her fingers curled around his cock, stroked and caressed the satiny silk over pure heated iron as her pussy clenched around Abram’s fingers.
“I want you first.” Her fingers tightened on his cock. “Let me taste you, Tariq.” Her head lifted as he gave a harsh groan.
Moving to his knees he knelt beside her, leaned closer, and pushed his cock into her mouth.
It was incredible. Small delicate fingers gripped and stroked his length as her other hand cupped and caressed his balls.
Tariq felt the roaring flames of pleasure tearing through his system.
Of all the women he had shared with Abram, of all the women they had seduced together, Paige was the one he had dreamed of, the one he had fantasized about the most. And now he knew why. As he watched his cock head sinking past her lips, stretching them, he realized the incredible pleasure was only beginning.
If he didn’t move, if he didn’t pull free of her, he’d come. He’d fill her hot little mouth with a load of come like nothing he’d spilled in any other female’s mouth.
“Enough.” He pulled from her, drawing back as Abram pulled his fingers from her.
Moving between her thighs, his hands holding her still as his head lowered to the swollen flesh of her pussy.
Abram watched. Stretching out beside her he caressed her perspiration-slick flesh, held her to him, and watched his cousin part the lush slick folds with his hungry tongue.
Paige strained beneath the feel of Tariq’s tongue as it lashed against the folds of her pussy. She wasn’t being asked to pleasure them, though she would have, gladly. Instead, they were completely, totally focused on her pleasure.
Abram’s hands stroked from her breasts to her lower stomach, his head lowering to allow his lips to caress, his tongue to taste the curve of her breast.
Tariq’s hands pushed beneath the curve of her rear, lifting her closer, tilting her hips to allow his tongue to move lower, to flicker against the opening of her vagina, teasing, sensitizing as her hand burrowed into Abram’s hair, clenching as Tariq flicked his tongue just inside the flexing, clenched entrance. His moan liberated against her flesh, causing her breath to catch on a broken moan.
Abram’s head lifted again, his lips moving to her ear.
“Is he teasing you, love?”
“Oh God, Abram, it’s killing me.” She tried to thrust against his tongue, to force it deeper inside her. “Let me come,” she begged, feeling the desperation she knew they heard in her voice. “Please, Abram, I need…” A shocked moan of intense pleasure ripped from her lips as she felt Tariq move his fingers through the cleft of her ass to tease and press firmly at the tiny, hidden entrance located there.
“Abram,” she gasped, her gaze meeting his as his head lifted, his eyes black fire as he caught her gaze.
“Relax, love,” he crooned gently. Tariq’s fingers drew back as his tongue pushed forward. “Just relax for us. We stop whenever you need us to,” he promised. “Whatever you want, baby.”
“More,” she moaned brokenly as the feel of Tariq’s fingers returned to the clenched opening.
Cool, slickened with lubricant, he began pushing his finger inside her as Abram reached down, gripped beneath one knee, and lifted it.
An erotic shiver raced through her body and her lashes fluttered over her dazed eyes.
She felt Tariq’s finger sink slowly into the nerve-laden depths of her anus.
Paige’s fingers clenched at Abram’s shoulders, locking onto him, holding onto his gaze as Tariq’s tongue ate at her pussy decadently while his fingers lubricated, stretched, and accustomed her rear entrance to the slowly increasing width of more than one finger.
Abram held her knee back, his gaze never leaving hers, holding her steady, keeping her senses focused when she knew she would have shattered otherwise.
Broken, desperate moans escaped her lips as she fought for release, feeling that edge of oblivion just out of reach as it teased her with the coming ecstasy.
“Abram.” She gasped his name as she felt Tariq stretching her further. “Please, please make me come.”
Weak, pleading, the hoarseness of her own voice shocked her.
“Are you ready for us then?” A grimace tightened his face. Paige felt her lashes flutter closed again before she forced them open.
Ready for both of them?
She knew what he meant, just as she had always known what was coming once she became his lover.
To accept not just Abram and his possession of her, but Tariq, or whoever his third would be, as well.
“Yes,” she whispered desperately as her lips continued to surge against the slow, easy thrust of pleasure/pain pushing into her rear. “Oh God, Abram,” she moaned. “Please.” If she didn’t come soon she would never survive the sensations increasing inside her.
Pleasure/pain and heated erotic hunger attacked every sensory receptor in her body and in her mind. She couldn’t bear to be without touch. If they stopped, if they didn’t continue to push her toward that precipice waiting ahead, then she wouldn’t survive the desertion.
If she didn’t continue the erotic journey to what had to be a coming orgasm, then she would lose her mind in the search for it.
“Come, love,” Abram whispered despite her cry of desperation as Tariq’s fingers and his torturous tongue deserted her.
As Tariq eased back from her she found herself being lifted, turned, and eased into Abram’s arms as he reclined on the bed.
Tariq guided her legs to both sides of Abram’s hips as Abram gripped the base of his cock, holding it steady. Paige tipped her head back with a low, desperate moan tearing from her as the wide crest parted the swollen, sensitive lips. She felt him push in to the hilt, filling her, stretching her to the point that pleasure and pain combined to create an inferno of heat and hunger that stole her mind.
As he penetrated fully his hands clamped on her hips, holding her still as she felt Tariq’s palm between her shoulder blades pressing her to Abram’s chest.
Staring down at Abram in sudden hesitation, she was aware of Tariq pausing behind her.
“Even better.” Abram released a hip to lift his hand and tuck her hair behind her shoulder, before he brushed his knuckles against her cheek. “We’ll take care of everything, baby. All you have to do is feel good. Just let us love you.”
Let him love her.
She had dreamed of that, she had ached for it for so many years.
Paige softened, her body relaxing once again as she let herself be pressed to Abram’s chest. Her nipples buried against the heat and hardness of the wide muscles as her hands moved to his shoulders, her fingers gripping them tightly.
Abram’s hands moved to the back of her head, fingers threading into the strands as he turned her to him, his lips catching hers in a hard, hungry kiss.
His tongue pressed between her lips as behind her, Tariq moved closer, the slick, thick head of his cock sliding along the crease of her ass to find the sensitive, snug pucker of the entrance.
“Hold onto Abram, love,” Tariq whispered behind her, his lips at her shoulder as she felt the steady, heated pressure of his cock beginning to part the tight, flexing little hole.
Abram’s kiss deepened, his moan, a dark, male growl as Tariq began to impale the once unbreached entranced into her body.
Sexual arousal was a firestorm of need raging through her body as she cried out into Abram’s kiss. It was pleasure and pain rocking her senses as she felt a slow, steady penetration of Tariq’s cock entering her rear.
Each inch sinking inside the depths of her ass had her more aware of the thick, heavy intrusion in her pussy and the desperation inside her body for release.
Her vagina milked at the erection filling her as she felt Tariq d
elivering deeper. Her nails bit at Abram’s shoulders, as he released her lips.
Paige gasped, her body jerking, hard shudders racing through her as she felt Tariq press all the way in behind her. She clenched around the dual intrusions, shuddering with pleasure, with agony and ecstasy as they began to move.
She hadn’t known that pain could be addictive when mixed with the ecstatic waves of erotic response as they surged through her. She hadn’t known that she could completely lose her senses as Tariq lay over her, his broad chest at her shoulders as the two men began to move inside her.
“Abram!” Weak, breathless, she called out his name as she felt her last hold on reality begin to slip away. “Oh God, hold me. Please hold me.”
She was going to fly apart at the seams, she could feel it. She was going to lose herself and her mind right along with her senses.
“I have you, love.” His voice was a dark, primal growl. “Tariq and I have you.” They were moving, thrusting inside her, filling and stretching her pussy, her ass, possessing both with every tightening stroke as Paige felt her body vibrating, tensing. Pleasure was building inside her, burning, the sensual flames rising higher until she felt the conflagration detonate inside her.
Violent, fiery, her orgasm began tearing through her senses, drawing a shattered, broken cry from her throat.
Her pussy locked down, milking Abram’s cock as the muscles surrounding Tariq’s began to flex and tighten in response.
As her release shuddered through her body she felt sensations she could never have expected to feel with such depth.
Beneath her, Abram tensed, his hips arcing, pushing inside her as his cock seemed to swell thicker and harder. The heavy flesh jerked, throbbed hard and deep and Tariq’s mimicked a second later. As her orgasm reached its fiery height both men gave a hard, muted groan and the feel of their release spurting inside her filled her senses.
She was surrounded by them. She was filled with them, inside and out. Sheltered, held, heated, and consumed. She was exactly where she had longed to be. Completing Abram.
Chapter 15
Tariq watched the hands of the old-fashioned clock at the side of the bed as they ticked forward.
He wondered if he should stay or if he should return to his own bed.
Normally, he would have already made his way to the other room, but normally the circumstances were entirely different.
There were none of Azir’s bodyguards standing in the hall to make note of his departure time, nor were they at the castle or in the Mustafa province where Azir or his terrorist cohorts could surprise them and drag Tariq off for a death sentence.
For the crime of sexual indecency. Sexual indecency.
Turning his head he stared at the couple he shared the bed with and wondered if Abram had accepted the fact that he was in love with Paige yet. That he had been in love with her for a while.
Tariq had known, and he suspected that Khalid knew as well. That was probably part of the reason Khalid had been so diligent in keeping them apart.
Khalid would blow a fuse when he came out of the hospital to learn it was too late to keep his brother and sister apart.
He almost laughed at the concept. Poor Khalid. It would not be easy should he ever have to introduce them as a couple.
“Meet my brother and sister who are, by the way, married.” Ah yes, talk about a conversation starter for any social gathering. That topic would definitely be the one.
“You’re still awake.” Abram’s voice was only barely audible. “You should be sleeping.” It wasn’t as though either of them had slept much since their escape from Saudi.
“Restless perhaps,” Tariq answered.
Silence met the observation for long moments before Abram said, “That’s unusual, for you.” And it was. Normally, Abram was the restless one. He was known to pace, to stare up at the ceiling, or find ways to simply busy himself when he needed to work out a problem. Restless wasn’t something Tariq did well. And it wasn’t something he enjoyed.
“It sounds to me as though both of you are restless,” Paige observed, her voice drowsy as she shifted more comfortably into her position, draped over Abram’s chest.
Tariq was almost jealous at the natural, comfortable appearance of the two. They may strike sparks outside the bed in a totally different manner, but there had always been a connection between them.
Abram’s hand stroked down her back and up, almost unconsciously, Tariq thought. A need for connection. A need to touch the woman he was silently claiming.
“Should we call Marty and check on Khalid?” Paige asked, her tone quieter, subdued at the thought of her brother.
“If you need to, though Marty is probably resting now,” Abram stated. “Trust her to call if there is any problem, love,” he stated quietly.
Yes, Tariq thought, there was definitely a reason to feel jealous. He wondered what it would be like to share with someone the everyday decisions life was prone to toss at you.
Sitting up in the bed, one foot resting on the floor, the other propped on the bed, he stared toward the balcony doors with a frown on his face.
Abram was right, restlessness wasn’t a part of his psyche, so what the hell was the problem?
“Tariq?” Paige sat up slowly. “What’s wrong?”
He moved to shake his head once again, only to have the movement interrupted by the quiet vibration of his phone on the table beside the bed.
His hand jerked out, flipping the phone open as he brought it to his ear.
“Tariq,” he answered.
“Is Abram with you?” the male voice questioned.
“He is,” Tariq replied.
“We need speakerphone, quickly,” Daniel Conover ordered, his tone steel-hard despite the low volume.
Tariq lowered the phone and quickly hit speaker.
“We’re here,” Tariq stated quietly.
“We have a problem,” Daniel said. “We’ve had two attempts at the gate in the last ten minutes with no sign of the attempted intruder. Be certain to stay on guard. And for God’s sake, stay in your rooms. If you have to leave, contact me first. I have an agent moving on Paige’s room.”
“Ms. Galbraithe is here,” Tariq informed him coolly, uncertain of the security agent’s right to call her by her first name alone.
A moment’s silence. “Very well. Stay in place, we’ll contact you soon.” As he spoke, both Tariq and Abram were moving around the room, quickly jerking the heavy curtains over the windows as Paige stood in the darkness of the connecting bathroom, dressing hurriedly in the jeans, T-shirt, underclothes, and boots Abram had advised her to keep handy, just in case.
“Be certain to stay in contact,” Tariq commanded as he and Abram began dressing as well.
Disconnecting the call, Tariq jerked his well-worn jeans on, securing them before pushing his feet into the boots and tying them quickly.
Abram finished seconds before he did and was opening the door to the closet where they had placed their weapons earlier that day. They had known, or at least Abram had known, exactly where their nights would be spent, and he had lain the weapons in just in case.
“Why won’t he let you go?” Paige stood at the door of the bathroom, uncertain in the face of what seemed to be going on, especially when Abram strode to her and pressed the Glock into her hand.
“Pride. Anger.” Abram’s voice was hard, but Paige had known him for years and she recognized that hint of pain in his tone.
She couldn’t imagine her father ever being less than gentle or loving with her, or firm but always kind to Khalid. She couldn’t bear it if he were anything less.
“Pride and anger isn’t a good enough reason,” she said into the dark, keeping her voice low.
“The fucker is insane then.” Abram spat the comment out.
For all the softness of his tone, the violence that filled his voice had her flinching. It was the sight of Abram shoving the weapon into the holster
beneath his arm that had her mouth drying out in fear.
The violence, the gathering rage, it was all reflected in that tight, hard action.
“Abram?” She moved to step from the bathroom when the whole house seemed to shake and an explosion ripped through the night.
Paige stumbled against the door frame as the room seemed to shake and roll beneath her feet.
A cry was barely smothered, her heart racing in fear as lights flickered outside and the sound of voices raised in alarm reached from the lower floor.
“It wasn’t the house, it was outside.” Abram was beside her, his hand grabbing hers as he pulled her toward the door. “It was too damned close though.”