Decadent (Wicked Lovers #2)

The look she shot him over her shoulder, of hot curiosity, of naughty anticipation, just about unraveled Luc. Damn, simmering under that seemingly straightforward surface lurked a tease. A vixen. He’d bet if they gave her a little control in the bedroom, she’d come out and play.

“Now!” Deke demanded.

“Say please,” she taunted.

Luc couldn’t quite hold in a laugh. Apparently, she already got the idea that when she held a man in her palm, the promise of her mouth ripe in his fevered mind, she had all the power.

“Fuck!”

“Wrong word…” Kimber shot him a kittenish smile.

Deke swallowed. His fists tightened at his sides as he drew in a bracing breath.

“Please.”

The word sounded gritty and unused. But it worked for Kimber. Slanting one last challenging glance up at Deke, she put her hands on his hips and leaned in.

Tilting around her, Luc watched with both raging need and envy as Deke’s cock entered her mouth, cushioned by her slick tongue. He slid in, more and more of his length disappearing into the depths of her virgin mouth.

God, the sight alone was killing him. Deke’s long moan vibrated pleasure in his gut. His desire multiplied. He could only imagine how fabulous Kimber felt.

When she’d taken as much of Deke as she could, she drew back and repeated the process, taking another inch. Deke loosed another groan, clutching at her hands as they held him steady.

“Yes,” Luc breathed. “Now suck him. Hard. He likes it hard.” Her cheeks hollowed on the next upward stroke. And the one after. Deke gritted his teeth.

“Fighting the urge already?” Luc asked him.

“Fuck off.”

Deke had barely managed to choke out the words. Kimber was getting to him—

fast. Luc had never seen anything like it. Usually, his dear cuz could be bathed in a woman’s mouth for twenty minutes and look unmoved. Everything was so been there, done that with Deke.

Except when Kimber touched him. The telltale tightening of Deke’s abs and the flush crawling up his cheeks told Luc just how close his cousin was to losing control.

Time to finish him off.

“You’re doing great,” Luc whispered to Kimber. He noticed the cadence of her bobbing head and instructed, “Now a little slower. Make him suffer. Good. Cup his balls in one hand.”

Kimber did exactly as he said, fondling Deke’s testicles, which were drawing up toward his body with every sweet suck of her mouth. Even watching them made breathing damn hard—to say nothing of his dick.

Reaching out with a blind fist, Deke grabbed Kimber by the hair. Luc nearly stopped his cousin and broke the hold, but she moaned—and not in pain.

Ah, so she liked a little edge to her pleasure. Luc smiled. He’d definitely be able to provide some for her, but Deke was especially well equipped to give her a sting here and there. As soon as Kimber got Deke to come.

“That’s it, sweetheart. Suck him. Hard and slow. You’re getting to him,” Luc whispered. “He can’t last against the sweet temptation of your mouth. Lick the head with your tongue. Perfect. Yes.”

Deke groaned, as if lending credence to Luc’s assertion. His thighs tensed. His fist tightened in Kimber’s hair. “Holy… I can’t stop it.” Luc smiled. “Good girl. Now, drag you teeth lightly across the head.”

“No,” Deke groaned in protest.

“Do it,” he urged. “Then suck him hard again. He’ll come for you.” Supporting the thick stalk between Deke’s legs with one hand, Kimber eased up on him and dragged her teeth across the head. The sight even had Luc hissing.

“Shit… Kimber!”

“Now suck him deep and hard, and you’ve got him,” Luc whispered.

She did, and Deke roared, tossing back his head and shouting out his ecstasy, the sound rumbling around the room, echoing off the ceilings.

Kimber froze, eyes widening with uncertainty and panic.

“Swallow, sweetheart. It’s okay.”

She did, and Luc watched her swollen mouth and throat work. Need and envy shot through him. God, she was beautiful and amazing. And, thank God, he’d feel her mouth next.

Slowly, Deke pulled away. She moaned as she continued to lick him, as if not quite ready to let go.

At this point, Deke usually gloved up, went straight for a woman’s ass and left Luc to either partake of her mouth or pussy. He often left arousing and toying with a woman up to him, which was fine with Luc. To him, women were sweet, soft, perfumed creatures meant to be explored, charted with fingers and tongues, every secret crevice and sensitive spot learned by sight and feel.

So Deke kneeling in front of Kimber to stare at her, like she was something as precious as hope, as confounding as an ancient riddle, surprised Luc enough. Him easing to his back, grabbing Kimber’s hips and nudging her up, up and over his face shocked Luc.

“Have to taste you,” he muttered. “Know how wet…” The moment her thighs bracketed Deke’s head, he lifted his mouth to her wet cunt, and delivered an open-mouthed assault. He clasped her hips and threw his entire torso in the intimate kiss. A startled moan ripped from Kimber’s chest, and she reached out for something, someone to steady her.

On wobbly legs, Luc rose and made his way to the bed to watch them. He’d join the show soon, but watching Kimber come apart a little more with every lash of his cousin’s tongue and, now he could see, every demanding swish of his fingers inside her, made Luc beyond hot.

Deke turned his head to nip at Kimber’s thigh. “The vibe.” It took Luc a moment after hearing the snarled words to realize what Deke was saying. Yes. They needed to start that. They’d enjoy watching Kimber squirm and flush and come while they used it, knowing it served a greater purpose they’d all enjoy.

After a quick jog to the nightstand, Luc grabbed everything they’d need, prepped it, then headed back toward them. Kimber, eyes closed, fair skin all rosy and covered with a thin sheen of moisture, nipples beckoning, looked like a goddess as she moaned and accepted every stroke of Deke’s tongue. Luc’s blood boiled. He had to have relief from Kimber soon. Very soon. Masturbating in the shower wasn’t going to ease his need tonight.

Settling behind her again, he touched a palm to her back, right between her shoulder blades. Damn, she was soft everywhere… “Sweetheart, lean forward.

Hands and knees.”

She did, and Deke didn’t miss a beat. Luc would guess, in fact, the new position brought new sensation, given the way Kimber moaned. Luc caressed her hip, peppered kisses up her back to whisper in her ear, “Just relax. I’ll try to make this good for you. Tell me if it hurts.”

She merely grabbed at the comforter in front of her and panted as if she couldn’t get enough air. And he was about to drive her even closer to the brink.

Parting her cheeks, he slowly—so slowly—began to insert a new vibrator in her ass, a larger one than last time. About six inches, an inch in diameter. Closer to the real thing. Luc hoped with all the fever of the knot of lust in his gut that she liked this. He was dying to get inside her soon.

The vibe was halfway in when he began to sweat. Just watching it disappear into her body was setting him ablaze. He kept inserting, watching it slide deep, deeper.

Almost to the hilt.

Suddenly, she arched, tensed, and whimpered.

“Hurt?” he asked.

“A little.” She could barely get the words out.

“Take it for us. Can you?”

She nodded, her shoulders tensing. Luc gently slid in the vibe the rest of the way.

As she cried out, he flipped it on. Almost instantly, she gasped. Moments later, she began thrashing, grabbing for the comforter again.

“Yes!” Kimber cried out. “I need— Oh, God…”

“We know.” Luc kissed her shoulder, then stood, shucked his pants, and rounded the pair of them on the floor. Settling on the edge of the bed in front of her, he eased the auburn curls away from her rosy-cheeked face. Her dilated hazel eyes settled right on his cock.

Cupping her nape in his hands, he urged her forward. “Suck me.” Thankfully, she didn’t have to be told twice. She lunged forward and damn near swallowed him whole. Luc sucked in a sharp breath. The rush of sensation sizzled up his cock, darting down his legs, shooting thick desire all through his body. Her head bobbed up and down as she took him nearly to the back of her throat, her eager tongue sliding over every sensitive spot he had and discovering a few he hadn’t known about. She didn’t bring teeth, as if she somehow knew that was Deke’s thing and not his.

Instead, she gripped his thighs and set a monster-fast pace that ensured he wasn’t going to last long. But given the way she was moaning around his cock and the sounds of Deke devouring her pussy, neither was she.

Kimber laved Luc, loved him, her mouth enveloping him like heaven, her tongue providing a constant caress that urged him on and up. Desire swelled inside him, grew faster than he could assimilate. Breathing short-circuited. He fisted his hands in her hair, trying to slow her down. Luc wanted to savor each slick flare of sensation, every searing tingle. Watching her with Deke, then feeling the silken suction of her mouth for himself, knowing this was the first time he would come with the woman who could complete him and Deke…

Ecstasy burned in his gut and clawed up his cock, overwhelming and undeniable.

Luc tried to stave it off—reciting recipes in his head, thinking about the master chef he’d hated in culinary school—but only the shimmering heat of his skyrocketing need came through. The background music of Kimber wailing with building pleasure told him she was about to orgasm in a big way.

Luc just couldn’t hold the pleasure in anymore. The base of his spine tingled. His balls drew up. Oh, God. The heat was burning him, inch by inch up his cock, taking liquid fire with it. Then he erupted on a shout, long and agonizing and gritty. And all the while, Kimber’s mouth worked on him, her frantic, uneven sucking drawing every ounce of pleasure out of him.

Drawing in a ragged breath, he pulled out of her mouth and found her gaze, unfocused, frenetic need tightening her face. Her body was taut, like a bowstring.

Her heart beat wildly at the base of her neck. He reached around her and pumped the vibe in and out of her ass once, twice.

“Come, sweetheart. For us.”

She didn’t need another word of urging. Hugging his thighs, she clung and mewled out her pleasure, body thrashing, convulsing with every ripple of pleasure dominating her. Her cry echoed, and under her, he could hear the faint whispers of Deke praising her reaction, her flavor.

As she came down, Luc extracted the vibe slowly. Kimber moaned and crumpled to the ground at Deke’s side. She looked at him, eyes soft with something so womanly and profound. He couldn’t place it, but the impact of that expression hit him square in the chest. Then she turned that expression on Deke. It amplified, until it was like a sound, a call, a plea.

Then she burst into tears.

Deke tensed.

“Oh. Oh my— What…? I can’t…” Kimber drew in a huge, heaving sob.

Luc dropped to his knees next to her. “Sweetheart?” She laid a comforting hand on his arm, but she opened hazel eyes drenched with tears, still ripe with a woman’s knowledge. That gaze clung to Deke as she reached out to him, too.

“You make me f—feel. It’s… I’ve never felt more turned inside out or more alive than when I’m with you.”

Luc rejoiced. Kimber knew this was right, too. She felt it, somewhere deep down.

He smiled and reached for her. But one glance at Deke had Luc’s stomach plummeting to his toes. His cousin looked both elated and sick. He had a tight rein on some emotion, not fury, but something damn close.

“No emotion,” Deke growled at her, as he rose to his feet and grabbed his clothes.

“Just sex. Nothing but sex, damn you.”

Then he stalked to the door and slammed it, the finality of the sound echoing all throughout the room.

CHAPTER 6

“I want to talk to you,” Kimber said the following morning as she seated herself at the kitchen table where Deke sat nursing his coffee.

She looked good in red cotton shorts and a tank top. Her glower, however, wasn’t as appealing.

“Luc is asleep,” she went on, “so he can’t get the ‘wrong idea.’ But I have to say this.”

Deke tensed. She had confrontation on her mind, pure and simple. “I don’t want to talk.”

“Okay, then listen.”

When even the sound of her voice gave him a hard-on, that wasn’t good. But this morning, he heard a trembling quality to her words. Not a surprise, since he’d been an utter bastard to her yesterday morning and again last night.

But it was either keep distance between them or fuck her. Claim her. He knew she wanted him at arm’s length—not between her thighs. Smart girl. He’d just fuck up her life.

“You got three minutes.”

“This will take less than two.” Now she sounded pissed, which was better. Pissed he could handle. If she was mad, she’d be all right. It was her vulnerability that shredded his guts.