Wicked Lovers 07 Ours to Love (23 page)

Gently, he lowered his lips to hers once more, hovering just over them. Her lips parted
in breathless welcome beneath him.

“Come for me, little one.”

She cocked her head in confusion . . . until he sifted his fingers through her saturated
folds and gathered her moisture, spreading it over her clit again. Sucking in a shocked
breath, she stiffened, legs parted wide, and moaned.

As soon as he circled her clit, all the sensations that he and Xander had been heaping
on her for long minutes rushed over her. His brother helped, nuzzling her neck, her
breasts, inhaling her scent, whispering naughty suggestions in her ear that Javier
could barely hear. His heartbeat roared in his ears so loudly. The more London moaned,
the more her clit hardened and her body writhed, the more she looked at him as if
she was terrified he would shove her off the cliff and not be there to catch her.
And the more he was determined to give her total pleasure.

Then her mouth opened in a silent scream. Javier felt the tremors jerk her body. She
jolted, her body bowing. The musky scent of her pussy perfumed the air. Her pale skin
flushed even rosier from head to toe. She let go completely and screamed until he
thought the windows might shatter. It was one of the most beautiful sounds he’d ever
heard.

“Fuck me,” he heard Xander growl in her ear. “Such gorgeous surrender. I love the
way you don’t hold back.”

Javier kissed his way across her jaw softly, up to her mouth. She panted, and he brushed
his lips against hers lightly. “Thank you for trusting me. That was amazing.”

He didn’t speak those words lightly. The sight of her giving herself over, trusting
him with her body so completely, humbled him. With a sob, London threw her arms around
his neck and pulled him closer, burying her face in his shoulder. Her body shook,
and almost instantly he felt tears wet his chest. They broke something inside him.

Gently, he set her away slightly so he could stare down into her eyes. “Little one?
Did I upset you? Are you afraid?”

With a shake of her head, she seemed to struggle for words. “That blew me away. Until
you two, I-I’d only ever had orgasms with my fingers and toys. I . . . wasn’t prepared
for how powerful you giving me the sensations would feel.”

As if embarrassed, she buried her face against him once more, and Javier melted all
over. Nothing about London was artificial. It didn’t occur to her to hide or wear
a mask. This wasn’t a game to her. She simply opened herself up and gave.

Javier raised his gaze to meet Xander’s, silently asking if they should wait for her.
Maybe she wasn’t ready for the two of them or for sex just now. His dick wanted to
protest vociferously, but that wasn’t what mattered.

“She’s fine,” his brother mouthed.

London needed to be held, he realized, so he cradled her body close. Xander snuggled
in on her other side, and she curled an arm around his neck, too. Soon, his brother
was kissing his way up, then setting his lips tenderly over hers. She responded to
Xander’s coaxing, opening for him and allowing him into the depths of her mouth—of
her heart—with that kiss.

Then slowly, Xander pulled away. “He’s going to be good to you,
belleza
. You know that, right?”

With a nod, London looked over to him with wide, trusting eyes. Xander passed a condom
in his direction.

Javier shook his head, refusing to take the little foil package. “She’s yours. You’ve
already shared so much.”

Xander grabbed his wrist and forced the little square into his hand. “You need her,
and she wants you. Go on.”

“You need her, too. Besides, I’m too close to the edge. This long without sex . . .”
He kissed London’s forehead. “The last thing in the world I want to do is hurt her
because I can’t restrain myself. You have far more experience. I’ll just be a battering
ram. You’ll treat her right.”

“You sure?” Xander frowned.

“I don’t trust myself.” Javier could just feel the regret oozing from his pores. “And
I know you want her.”

Xander nodded.
“Belleza?”

Javier knew what Xander asked with that one endearment. Was she ready? Did she want
him? Did she trust him? Did he matter to her? The questions were etched into his face.
It occurred to him that he’d never seen his younger brother care this much about any
one female. But something had changed in Xander when he’d been wrapped up in his own
drama and too self-absorbed to realize that his playboy brother had finally mentally
grown into a man.

London fingered a lock of Xander’s hair away from his face. “I’d be honored. That
is, if you still want me.”

Xander ripped away the towel around his waist and tossed it to the ground, leaving
himself completely naked. His cock stood tall and straight, weeping with a pearly
drop at the tip.

With a last glance his way, Xander seemed to double-check that Javier was okay with
this decision. Funny how they hadn’t really been communicating for years, and suddenly,
when it came to this girl, they were completely in sync. Javier nodded at him.

“Of course, I want you,” Xander assured. “I’ve been trying every trick I know to get
you to notice me so that I could get into your panties.” He glanced down her naked
body with a wink. “Oh, look. You don’t have any panties.”

She giggled through the remnants of her tears of release. The sweet, light sound warmed
Javier’s heart. Xander’s driving desire to possess the girl was all over his face,
in the tense set of his shoulders. God knew, his brother’s cock had to be screaming
for release almost as loudly as his own. But Xander took the time to try to make London
feel at ease. He needed her relaxed so she could feel the pleasure.

Javier brushed strands of pale hair away from London’s face, then kissed her forehead,
her nose, then her lips for a soft moment. “You’re in good hands.” He looked his brother’s
way. “Would you like to be alone?”

Xander looked at him as if he’d lost his damn mind. “No. Stay. Talk to her. Help me
keep her happy, surrounded, and aroused.”

For whatever reason, Xander wanted him to be a part of the experience, to let him
imprint himself in her memories at the same time. So she would relate pleasure with
the both of them. Sometimes, his little brother had strokes of genius. He still wasn’t
sure why Xander would go so far out of his way to share his woman, and he supposed
he should worry about the shit fit HR would have if they knew he’d just given his
assistant an orgasm and hoped to fuck her soon. But for now, he shoved all those thoughts
aside and simply savored her.

“Stay,” London took his hand in her soft, capable one. “Please.”

Chapter Twelve

L
ONDON
shook. Excitement. Anticipation. A little anxiety. Everything about this moment stunned
her. She watched the brothers, her head still reeling. This was like a fantasy, them
both wanting her, compromising with one another and working together for their benefit—and
hers. Individually, they touched her with a passion that made her sway, swoon. Ache.
But together . . . what she felt became a devastating need, smashing all her preconceived
notions of desire. The way they played her, each picking up where the other left off,
taking cues from one another, boggled her mind. And delighted her body. Moisture flowed
from her aching sex, coating her folds and swelling them. She was beyond ready to
feel them deep inside her.

But this moment hovered between them. She held her breath. Would Javier stay? London
felt sure that Xander would be a gentle lover—at first. Then he would unleash that
nasty, wild side she saw beneath that wicked grin. But somehow, it would be less than
perfect without Javier there, watching . . . preparing to take his turn next. Maybe
because that was her fantasy, to have them both adoring her. Maybe because she had
feelings for both and worried that if Javier walked away, it could only mean he didn’t
feel the same. Whatever it was, the moment tore at her composure.

Careful to keep her back concealed, London arched from the bed enough to wrap her
hand around his neck. She kissed him recklessly, with a desperation she couldn’t contain.
Javier didn’t hesitate to respond. He grabbed her face in his hands, as if she were
a precious treasure, and slanted his mouth over hers possessively, his tongue tangling
with hers.

Desire became a drug that made her high and kept her reeling. She floated on pure
pleasure. Her skin tingled. Her frantic heart pounded like a drum. After that orgasm,
she should be sated. But no. She wanted more of every sexual, dominant act they could
unleash on her. She trembled with the need to give herself over to them in every way.

Through her cloud of passion, she heard the sounds of ripping nearby. Javier jerked,
and London turned. They both stared at Xander, watching as he tossed a condom wrapper
on the nightstand and eased the latex down the fat head of his erection. She swallowed.
His long, thick oh-my-God-will-it-fit cock made her eyes flare wide. Veins bulged
and throbbed down his shaft. She reached out to touch him, lips parted, breath held.

Her fingers closed around the bare, bottom half of his shaft. His heat stunned her,
as did his size once more. She couldn’t get her fingers to meet around the thick column
of flesh. But what amazed her most was his soft, soft skin.

Curious, with clit throbbing, she grazed her fingers up to the latex-covered tip,
then down to the naked root, jutting out from a patch of black hair. Xander groaned
and growled out a guttural curse, head thrown back.

“You’re more sensitive without the condom?��� she asked.

His body tightened, shoulders squaring. It was costing him self-control to let her
touch him this way. But he was allowing it to put her at ease. Finally, he nodded.

Javier sidled closer, murmuring in her ear. “Skin-to-skin contact is always the most
pleasurable. He will still enjoy every bit of your body, even with the condom. But
he’s protecting you, little one.”

She’d known that, but still Xander’s gesture touched her somehow. At first glance,
he didn’t seem like the type of man to sacrifice his own comfort or happiness for
anyone else. But he’d risked his relationship with his brother to bring him to Lafayette
so he could save Javier. The way she’d heard it, he’d helped his friends from more
than one scrape, sometimes risking his own life. Xander clearly wanted her, yet he’d
offered her to his brother first because he loved Javier. And now he stunted his own
pleasure so he didn’t put her at risk. She realized that he had many material things—cars,
houses, fancy clothes, and flashy women—but did he have anything his heart truly needed?
London suspected that Xander had maneuvered this situation with her and his brother
because, deep down, he wanted to be embraced, accepted. Not that Xander knew it consciously.
He didn’t. But she wondered . . . when had anyone done anything for him?

It wasn’t much, but she could give him her virginity and her affection. He would probably
take her heart, too. Just as his brother would. But that was her problem. She knew
that being young and inexperienced meant that she was likely to get starry-eyed and
think she was in love. London promised herself that she would expect nothing from
them but pleasure.

She spread her legs for Xander, offering herself wholeheartedly. And she clutched
Javier’s hand. He squeezed back as his brother crawled over her body, breath rushing
out in hot pants over her lips. Then Xander slid the condom down fully and lowered
himself onto her, his erection nudging at her opening.

“It’s going to be a bit painful at first. It’s unavoidable,” he said with regret.

“It’s okay.”

“He’ll be gentle, little one, or he’ll answer to me,” Javier promised, brushing a
kiss across her cheek.

“Very gentle,” Xander vowed. But he looked like the restraint might choke him. He
was keeping himself on a tight leash, trying desperately to maintain his control.

“Breathe and focus,” Javier told him.

Absently, Xander nodded. His entire body stiff with tension, he spread her thighs
wider with his own and began probing lightly at her opening, inserting the head just
a fraction, then withdrawing again.

The sensation merely teased her with the slick feel of him, there and gone again.
But the sear of his skin covering hers, the taut need ripping across his face, the
anticipation skittering through her veins made her heart skip beats. London drew in
a deep breath to steady herself, then smiled up at Xander. “I’m not made of glass.
Go ahead.”

He swallowed, then looked at Javier, seeming to communicate something silently. His
brother smiled. Reassuringly, yes. But also with a bit of mischief, like they’d become
coconspirators.

Before London had time to wonder what they were plotting, Javier wrapped his fingers
around her nape and turned her head toward him. His seeking lips found hers. She groaned
as he claimed her mouth in a consuming kiss that curled up her toes.

At the same time Xander surged forward and broke through the thin barrier to her body.
As she cried out into Javier’s kiss, Xander sank down, down, deeper. The pain was
a long, burning gash gouging her insides. She tore her lips from Javier’s and sucked
in a shocked breath, stiffening and fighting.

“Stop!” she sobbed.

Xander pinned her to the bed and held completely still for the span of a few breaths,
crooning soothing sounds and whispered apologies to her. He feathered his lips over
her cheek, her ear. Slowly, the pain subsided to a dull ache, then nothing at all.

As she exhaled raggedly, London relaxed. It was done. Losing her virginity wasn’t
the only key to finally living a whole, fulfilling life, but it was a start.

Suddenly, Xander wriggled his hips once more, working himself deeper still into her
pussy, inch by aching inch. Javier seized her lips again.

“I’m sorry it hurt,
belleza
.” His voice shuddered along with his body. “I don’t know how long I can hold out.
So tight. So . . . mine.”

The gruff words zipped down her spine, lighting her body up. This time, when he withdrew
and surged forward again, a brief blip of pain morphed in a tingling of nerve endings.
The head of his shaft prodded a spot inside London that had her gasping. Her sex throbbed
and burned. She tried to speak, but Javier’s lips never left hers. Instead, he swallowed
her cry.

Together, they piled on more sensations, Xander increasing the length of his strokes,
still like molasses, zinging across every sensitive spot inside her. Javier now toying
with her nipples, pinching one, then the other, gently twisting. London arched as
every jolt of pleasure from her sensitive breasts shot down to her clit.

Finally, Javier lifted his head, already breathing hard, as he turned to watch his
brother thrust into her body, then inch back. Xander’s cock was glossy with her moisture,
and a hint of blood stained the condom. London gave herself over to the rush of pleasure
with a shuddering sigh.

“How does she feel?” Javier choked out the words to his brother.

“So fucking good. I’m fighting not to lose it. You’re amazing,
belleza
. Move with me,” Xander panted and grabbed her hips, coaching her silently to rock
her body with his as he shoved inside even harder now, faster. “Help me, Javi,” he
panted. “I want her sky-high before she comes again.”

“My pleasure.” Javier smiled at her.

Xander balanced on his knees and grabbed her hips, lifting them off the mattress,
then powered into her, one deep stroke after the next. Javier licked his fingers,
then caressed his way down her abdomen to circle her clit again. Her stomach flipped.
She was more sensitive than ever. Blood rushed through her body, swelled the folds
of her sex. Every time Xander pushed into her, he bumped her clit. Javier rubbed it
the rest of the time. Perspiration began to coat her skin until she couldn’t find
her next breath, until her whole body tightened.

“That’s it,
belleza
. So beautiful. And you’re so close . . .”

Javier nuzzled her breast. “Your skin is glowing. Open your eyes, little one. Look
at me.”

Slowly, she turned her head—and drowned in his blue gaze. It burned. He wanted her
with a desperation that showed in every line of his body.

“Please, Javier . . .” London didn’t even know what she was asking for exactly. Relief?
Release? “Xander!”

But there was no relief in sight, just more endless pleasure that dragged her under
like quicksand. Inescapable and thick, it would be her downfall.

With one hand, Javier continued to caress her clit. The other he wrapped around his
thick cock, stroking it roughly up and down. The sight sent a sharp bolt of arousal
between her legs. Her stare wouldn’t leave that hand gripping his hard, needy flesh.

“He’s going to fuck you next,” Xander promised huskily. “The moment I roll away from
you, he’s going to blanket you and shove his way into this achingly tight little pussy.
Can you take him?”

“Yes!” she screamed out the word, arching and thrashing.

“Good. I’m going to watch. And it won’t be long before I’ll want you again.”

Release sat right there, taunting her, throbbing through her clit with promise. She
held her breath, certain that at any moment, she would go tumbling over. Instead,
the blood just continued to rush in, building and building the climax with every devastatingly
slow stroke. The nerves between her thighs danced and scorched her. She mewled and
scratched at the sheets, sent Javier pleading stares, doing her best to force Xander
to push her over the edge.

“Faster!”

“That’s not a polite way to ask for what you want,” Xander chided.

London bit her lip until it hurt, then whimpered for more. “Please. I need more. Can’t . . .
take it.”

“You can. Wait a little longer. I’m enjoying your pleading. Tell me you need it again.”
He surged deep inside her again, scraping his way up the sensitive walls of her channel.

“Yes.” She could no longer string two words together. “Please. More. Now. Aching.”

“So fucking sweet, but no coming yet.” He turned to his brother. “Little London has
never sucked a cock, I’ll bet. Want to help her learn?”

Another boom of desire throbbed in her womb at Xander’s growled words. And before
she knew what was happening, Javier loomed over her as well, lifting her head in one
hand and feeding her his hard shaft with the other. She welcomed him, openmouthed
and curious. The experience was different—better—than expected. He cradled his hard
length on her tongue, and she stretched her lips wide to accommodate his girth. The
salty, fresh male taste of him made her moan. His scent produced a massive olfactory
high, sending her head spinning. His musk pooled in the creases of his thighs and
around his cock, potent and full of testosterone. London moaned as she sucked him
gently deeper.

In response, Javier balanced himself over her and hissed in a breath, pressing far
into her mouth, all the way to the opening of her throat. She met his gaze with a
whimper.

“Fuck, that’s hot.” Xander’s hoarse declaration scraped across her skin, making her
shiver as he slid so, so deep inside her snug passage. “Breathe through your nose,
belleza
. Relax your throat. Javi’s got more cock to give you. You want it all, don’t you?”

London gave him a shaky nod. She did. She wanted everything they could both give her.
She didn’t know if this relationship would last beyond today. She didn’t know if they’d
forget her tomorrow. But right now, she wanted to know beyond any doubt that she’d
given her all to please them as they pleased her.

She did as Xander instructed, dragging air through her nose and releasing the muscles
in her throat. As he neared her lips again, she swirled her tongue around Javier’s
hot shaft.

“Shit!” he hissed, then grabbed her hair. Her scalp tingled with an odd pleasure/pain
as he drove his cock in her mouth again, deeper than ever.

When he eased back, she sucked the head just past her lips, then swirled her tongue
around the smooth-skinned glans like an ice cream, laving, relishing, worshipping.

Javier tossed his head back with a long groan. “Goddamn it!”

Deep breaths heaved in and out of his chest. London sucked even harder, toyed with
him more. He stiffened on her tongue.

“Little one,” Javier panted. “Baby . . .”

His gravelly voice thrilled her.

Xander lowered himself over her body once more and took her hips in hand, angling
her so that he electrified that sensitive spot inside her. She gasped around Javier’s
cock, and he took advantage of it, thrusting completely into her mouth and prodding
at her throat. She tried to relax and take him. He stared down at her, nostrils flaring,
his expression a dark promise to ravage her completely the second he got inside her.
Her clit throbbed furiously, and her womb tightened with need.