He rolled the condom on, wincing at how tight the latex was around his straining erection. Then he leaned into her, rubbing his length up and down her slit before fitting himself to her opening.
He reached for her hand that lay next to her hip and laced his fingers with hers just before inching his way forward into the hot clasp of her pussy.
She squeezed his fingers and made a helpless sound of pleasure around Dillon’s mouth.
She was tight. Impossibly so. He didn’t want to hurt her, but with every passing second, he battled the urge to bury himself as hard and as deep as he could go.
He clenched his teeth together until the pressure in his jaw made him ache. He withdrew and then carefully pressed forward again.
Her silken, swollen tissue grasped wetly at him, trying to push him back and holding him so tight that he fought not to come then and there.
“Sweet Jesus, Lily, you feel so good,” he whispered. “So damn good.”
“Take me,” she said in low, velvet tones. “Don’t hold back, Seth. You won’t hurt me.”
He pulled back once more, enjoying the ripple over his cock, and then he drove hard and fast, burying himself to the balls inside her.
She gasped and arched up, her muscles contracting and jittering until he had to hold her down to keep her from unseating him. Her fingers flexed and dug into his, and a strangled cry erupted from her lips.
He stood there, leaning into her, feeling her contract and squeeze around him. Then he withdrew his hand from hers and looped her legs over his arms, pulling her higher so he had a better angle of entry.
He withdrew and plunged inward again. Fire erupted, burning a path from his balls to the tip of his cock. His orgasm built, rising hard and fast, boiling inside him to the point of pain. Every nerve ending screamed. Electricity arced and flowed, heating his veins until his blood sizzled.
He began to thrust. Hard. Fast. Driving into her until he was mindless—helpless against the rising tide.
He was aware of his brothers soothing her, caressing her, murmuring in low voices as they worshipped her body. But for Seth, it was only him and Lily in this one moment. Joined so intimately, him an irrevocable part of her.
He claimed her. He possessed her. He told her without words that she was his—would always be his—and that she held his heart and soul in the palms of her hands.
And then he heard it. His name on her lips. Torn from her throat as release rushed upon them both. It wasn’t a gentle ride to completion. It was like riding a tornado, tumultuous and so dizzying that he lost all awareness of everything but her. Lily. His woman. His.
He jerked against her, his hips pumping spasmodically as the first jet of his release burst from his cock. He cried out. It was part pain and all pleasure. So intense that the room was black around him.
He heard the vague sounds of his brothers removing their clothing, and he slumped forward, gathering Lily into his arms as he continued to pump against her.
She wrapped her arms around him, rubbing up and down with her soothing touch. Her lips brushed over the scar on his shoulder, lingering as she pressed tiny kisses over the puckered skin. She followed her mouth with her fingers, tracing the outline. When he lowered his gaze, he saw that her lips were turned down as she stared at the wound.
He lowered his head to kiss the frown away, and she slid her hands around his neck, holding him lovingly as the last vestiges of his release shook from his body.
Chapter Nineteen
Lily moaned when Seth eased off her and withdrew from her body. She floated, the world hazy around her. She felt listless and completely sated. She smiled in Seth’s direction, and then Dillon moved between them, blocking her view.
Dillon’s eyes were fierce, dark orbs that had her catching her breath. He leaned over, pressing his body to hers until she felt every muscle ripple and coil against her breasts.
He kissed her once. Hot and breathless. Not the kiss of a patient man bent on wooing his woman. No, this was a demand for a response, and she gave it, wrapping her arms around him as she pulled him down to meet her lips again.
“Tell me, Lily, can you take me and Michael at the same time?” he rasped against her mouth.
Arousal coiled and tightened low in her belly. Her breasts ached, and her nipples drew into tight points that dug into his chest.
“How?” she whispered.
He drew away and extended his hand to help her up. He pulled her into a sitting position and then prompted her to get up on her knees.
Michael climbed onto the bed in front of her, and she caught her first glimpse of his long, thick cock. Michael’s body was a thing of beauty. All lean lines, tight muscles, narrow hips. His erection jutted outward and bobbed in front of her lips.
As Dillon kissed the small of her back, Michael fisted his erection in his hand and slowly guided it toward her mouth.
She wet her lips and then parted them as he entered. For a moment he rested there, with the head barely past her lips. Then he thrust further and his taste exploded onto her tongue.
Salty. Tangy. A hint of musk. All male. Rugged and masculine like him. He still had his hand wrapped around the base, and he was inside her mouth as far as he could go.
Dillon teased the seam of her ass, running his finger up and down and then lower to ease into her pussy. Still swollen from Seth’s lovemaking, she flinched when her tissues clasped Dillon’s finger as tightly as if it were a cock.
“Easy baby,” Dillon murmured. “I won’t hurt you. We’re going to take this nice and easy. You have all the time in the world to take me, and if I ever hurt you, you let me know. I’ll back off immediately.”
She closed her eyes and allowed Michael to work deep inside her mouth again. He was gentle and patient, keeping his strokes shallow and slow to give her time to adjust.
Dillon eased his finger inside her again, but this time he did so with ease. She felt the cool slide of lubricant as he carefully moved his fingers until her passage was completely coated.
Then he pulled away, and a moment later, the tip of his cock 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 cock until she was impossibly full.
The restless, edgy build was back. She pushed against him, wanting more, wanting the delicious friction of his cock burning through her pussy.
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.