Ramagos, Tonya - Running from Angel [Sunset Cowboys 4] (Siren Publishing Ménage Amour) (6 page)

Jacob swallowed, his cock so hard in his pants he wondered it didn’t burst through his zipper. Looking at her this way, naked and at their mercy, proved better than any fantasy he ever conjured. Her body was a work of art, perfect curves, delicious swells, and wonderful angles to tempt and tease a man to the point of sheer frustration. He should know. He was nearly there himself, wanting to feel every inch of her, to run his tongue along every creamy morsel. It was all he could do to allow Mitch this time and not interfere.

Somehow he managed to act like an unmovable wall as Mitch started to deliver the pleasure she begged for. From his vantage point, Jacob couldn’t see what the other man was doing to Angel, but he felt her quivering intensify, heard her breathing catching on each rapid heartbeat. He saw her hands start to move, too, both on a direct course for Mitch’s head.

“Angel.” He made her name a warning, using his tone of voice to stop her in the act rather than cuffing her wrists in his hands as he had done moments before. “Put your arms around my neck.”

Mitch, obviously not so far lost in the delicious treasure he had found that he couldn’t listen, pulled back and looked up. He waited for her to obey, his lips unfolding in a slightly triumphant smile when she whimpered as she brought her arms up and back, winding them around Jacob’s neck as he had instructed.

“That’s our girl,” Mitch said approvingly as he rocked forward, his face disappearing in Angel’s mound once more. She let out a sound that was part sigh, part moan, and totally sexy. It slithered around Jacob’s cock like a band of the softest velvet to push his torment further to the edge.

In front of her, Mitch shifted, catching the underside of her right thigh and drawing it up until her foot rested on his shoulder. What Jacob wouldn’t do to be in his buddy’s position right now. He nearly whimpered himself at the thought of being presented with Angel’s glistening, wide-open pussy in his face.

In due time, he told himself as he tightened his grip on her hip and slipped his free hand around her waist. She was putty in his embrace now, relying fully on him to keep her upright as Mitch feasted on her pussy.

Jacob held Angel and listened and watched and wanted. Deliberate or otherwise, he couldn’t decide, but Mitch prolonged his agony by drawing away from Angel’s sweet heat to speak.

“You taste good, darlin’. And you are wet for me. Damn, I could drown in you right now.” He met Jacob’s gaze, a hint of amusement and playfulness glinting in his eyes that Jacob hadn’t seen in far too long. “You should taste her. So sweet and hot. She’s intoxicating.”

Jacob narrowed his eyes, giving Mitch his best go-to-hell look. He wanted to taste her juices on his tongue, wanted to bury his mouth in her most sensitive flesh and feel her writhing against his face.

Mitch chuckled, the bastard suddenly seeming to have more fun than he had allowed himself since meeting this woman. “Give me one of your hands, Angel.”

She complied without question, lifting her head as she put one hand in Mitch’s. They all watched as Mitch guided that hand between her legs.

“Touch yourself for us,” he instructed.

“Oh, God.” A hint of mortification outlined her whispered words, but Mitch’s next statement told Jacob she obeyed that command, too. “That’s it. Get your fingers all nice and wet. I want you to give your hand to Jacob now. He’s dying to see how you taste.”

Angel rolled her head on his chest, looking back at him again as she brought a shaking hand to his lips. The humiliation he’d heard in her tone was there in her eyes, but he saw a wicked excitement there, too. She enjoyed the orders Mitch gave her, even if they did cause a certain amount of embarrassment to rise inside her.

“Thank you.” Jacob sucked her fingers into his mouth and couldn’t stop the growl that rumbled from low in his throat. Bliss, scrumptious, warm, thick ecstasy rocketed through him. It was only a taste, barely enough to tease his craving for her, but it tasted so good he wanted to cry.

He kept his gaze locked with hers, heard her echoing moan of pure erotic pleasure, saw her eyes widen slightly before slowly drifting closed again. She didn’t pull her fingers away. She held her hand there and allowed him to lick every last drop of her essence from them. Her other hand was still around his neck, and her grip tightened as Mitch returned to his feast of her pussy. The bite of her nails digging into the flesh at his nape sent shards of a deviously pleasured pain ricocheting straight to his balls. Whatever Mitch was doing to her pussy this time had her literally clawing toward the orgasmic edge.

Her head lolled on Jacob’s shoulder, nails digging deeper, as her soft moans mixed with the slurping sounds drifting up from between her legs. He knew when Mitch finally let her topple over the orgasmic edge. He felt a trickle of what he assumed to be blood as her nails broke the skin at his nape, her moans morphing to the sexiest cry he’d ever heard in or out of his dreams, and her body shuddered in violent quakes.

“Fucking amazing,” he whispered as he adjusted his hold on her while she thrashed in his arms.

Mitch eased to his feet, his hands gliding up her front as he stood. “Let’s get her on the bed.”

Jacob nodded and swept a still-trembling, now-sleepy-eyed Angel into his arms.

Chapter Four

Angel curled into Jacob’s chest and drifted somewhere between paradise and sleep. The orgasm Jacob and Mitch had given her took every ounce of energy she possessed. When was the last time that happened?

Never, she silently answered her own question, managing a small smile at the thought. It never happened because no man had ever held the power over her that Jacob and Mitch did. They had brought her to an unexplored place, a world where passion consumed her and pleasure ran free. If they could do that with only their mouths and hands, she couldn’t wait to feel what they would do to her with their cocks.

Jacob lowered her to the center of his bed, pushing aside the rumpled sheets so she could lay flat, leaving only the fitted sheet beneath her. It felt cool against her warmed, naked flesh. She let out a soft moan, loving the sensation, enjoying the clash of hot and cold for several still-ragged breaths before she blinked her eyes open and found Jacob staring down at her.

“You’re smiling.” Amusement lit his eyes and sounded in his tone.

“I’m happy.” She stretched languidly. “Very happy.”

His lips tilted in a smile that nearly made her heart stop. “I’m glad. You can sleep now if you want.”

Angel gaped at him, her mind tripping and stumbling over his words. “You’re kidding, right?” He sat on his knees on the mattress beside her, still fully clothed and looking down at her with an expression that completely contradicted his offer of sleep. She let her gaze fall straight to his crotch. His jeans were stretched tight over a deliciously sizable bulge. The sight had her licking her lips as the hunger to taste built on her tongue.

“Don’t do that.” His husky growl turned the words into more plea than warning.

“But I want to do that.” She wanted to taste him. She wanted to feel her lips stretched around his cock. She wanted to slide her tongue up and down his shaft and draw more of those sexy growls from his throat. “Of course, you’ll have to get undressed first.”

He shook his head, his smile dimming as a look of bafflement washed over his handsome face. “You’re surprising me, you know that? You’ve been surprising me since I came across you on the side of the road.”

“I’m not the same woman you rescued at the mall.” If felt great to say that and know it to be true. She wasn’t the same damaged soul, too frightened to stand up for herself, too insecure to go after the life she desired.

“No,” Jacob agreed. “You’re stronger, mouthier.” His grin stretched again. “And definitely sexier.”

Angel drew her bottom lip between her teeth thoughtfully and narrowed her eyes. “I’m thinking the first and last bit are compliments, but the part about being mouthier…”

He chuckled as he slid backward off the bed. “It’s a compliment, too, though one that could get you in trouble if you aren’t careful.”

Any response she might have had to that got lost in a wave of pure, unadulterated female appreciation as he reached for the hem of his shirt, pulling it up and over his head. She gulped. Jeez Louise, the man was built for distraction. All thoughts left her as she skimmed her gaze over his gorgeously toned abs, sculpted pecs, and dark, beaded nipples. Scars she could only attribute to a man who operated a working ranch marred his flesh but did nothing to take away his beauty. Dark spirals of hair covered his chest, thinning out as they stretched a path down his abs and stomach to disappear beneath the waistband of his low-slung jeans.

“You’re doing it again.” His hands moved to his jeans, and her brain short-circuited.

She gave her head a shake and lifted her gaze to his. She didn’t hold it there, though, couldn’t when his fingers began working the button of his jeans free. “Doing what?”

“Licking your pretty lips while you look at me.”

“I’d rather be licking something else,” she muttered.

Jacob let out a soft chuckle and lowered the zipper of his jeans. The sound of the clasps grazing over the metal teeth was deafening in the sexually charged silence of the bedroom. He peeled the jeans from his hips, revealing a pair of gray briefs. Her breathing sped up, and her vision turned a little blurry around the edges as he hooked his fingers in the waistband of the briefs and shucked them, along with his jeans, down his legs. His cock, every long and thick and magnificently large inch of it, sprang free.

“Please.” She felt lightheaded as need pulsed through her, hardening her nipples, speeding her heart, and stoking the flame burning between her legs.

“Please what, sweetheart?”

“Please let me have that, have you.” She didn’t care how needy she sounded. She wanted to feel the weight of his body on top of her. She wanted to feel his thick cock stretching her beyond her limits.

“Sit up, darlin’.”

She startled, her eyes widening at the gruff command from the other side of the room. Mitch. How could she have forgotten he was in the room, too? She turned her head to find him standing on the opposite side of the bed, gloriously naked and wearing an expression full of wicked promises, devious intent, and scalding heat.

A rush of disappointment washed over her that she hadn’t gotten the chance to watch him get naked. The disappointment morphed to an instant sea of appreciation as she took a moment to drink him in. He was long and lean and muscular and so damned sexy everything inside her kicked into a line dance of lusty needs and unspeakable wants.

Comfortable with his body, with himself, he stood there and let her stare until she was on the verge of panting, drooling, or begging. She actually considered doing all three. Instead, she finally settled on a huge gulp and a quiet, “Wow.”

Her breasts throbbed with the need to be touched, licked, and sucked. Her pussy pulsed as wetness seeped between her sensitive lips. The orgasm from before was a thing of the past as her entire
being
hummed to be taken and satisfied by these two amazingly beautiful, deliciously sexy, wickedly dangerous men.

Mitch’s expression didn’t change, but she caught a glimpse of mischief in his eyes. “Sit up.” He repeated the command as a single stride brought him to the edge of the bed.

Angel pushed herself up, swaying slightly when the mattress dipped as Mitch climbed on his knees onto the bed. He positioned himself behind her, leaning against the headboard with his legs spread on either side of her hips. He hooked an arm around her waist and pulled her back, settling her between his legs with her head resting against his chest.

She started to tip her head back to look at him but got distracted when she felt the mattress dip once more. Jacob had walked to the foot of the bed and now crawled on his knees toward her. His cock jutted from his body like an exclamation point of everything she wanted, all her body craved.

His hands found her ankles first, skimming up her legs, spreading them as he slowly lowered his body over hers. The tenderness in his gaze took her breath away. He leaned in, grazing his nose over her cheek. “I’m glad you came looking for us.” His mouth moved to hover above hers. “I was going crazy without you.”

He kissed her, and her thoughts scrambled, taking her emotions with them. Shock, bliss, wonderment, need, passion raced through her system at such a break-neck speed she couldn’t latch onto any of them. Finally, she gave up trying. Instead, she focused on the kiss, on the softness of Jacob’s lips and the warmth of his tongue as it swept into her mouth to tangle with hers.

She sighed, a sound of pure pleasure, and wound her arms around his broad shoulders. She lost herself in the kiss, in the feel of his weight against her, in the sensation of being pressed back against Mitch’s body. Jacob shifted between her legs, spreading them wide, and she felt his cock teasing the sodden entrance of her pussy. She felt Mitch’s cock, too, rock hard against her back. The intensity of being sandwiched by these men sent her hormones on a wild ride of ecstasy.

Mitch pushed her hair behind one ear before moving his hands to cover her breasts. He dipped his head, the warmth of his breath fanning her earlobe as he licked the sensitive flesh. Jacob’s mouth left hers on a low, guttural moan to lick down her jaw, her throat, her collarbone. Together, their tongues distracted her, controlled her thoughts, and drove her needs higher.