Angelica had never felt so satisfied. The couple of times she'd slept with William had been something to snicker about with her girlfriends. And her past sexual relationships weren't much better. She'd never had a man dedicate so much energy to her pleasure, making sure he made her come.
And she'd never come twice in a single day.
Still, she wanted to feel Jules inside of her. Wanted that promise his eyes held... complete pleasure. Wild passion. An orgasm that would sweep her away and literally rob her of breath. One that would have her screaming at the top of her lungs.
He scooted up the bed and lay next to her, his erection brushing her hip. She still held André in her hand. She softened her grip and smiled over at him.
“Your turn, mon frere,” Jules said with a sexy smirk.
“His turn?” Angelica asked in disbelief. Could this night get any better? Her favorite thing in the universe, even more than getting a prized shot of reclusive wildlife, was oral sex. There was nothing else like it. And Jules was a master. She secretly knew André would be just as good, and the thought made her pulse race.
“Hmm hmm. It's my turn to kiss those beautiful lips. And nibble on these succulent breasts,” Jules murmured against her breast.
She flopped back in complete bliss. Succulent. Who'd have thought she'd ever hear those words describe any part of her body? She was enjoying the high his words brought when André pushed a finger inside her.
He twisted it back and forth and nibbled on her thigh. She spread her legs wider, silently inviting him to have his way with her. He chuckled low in his throat.
Jules leaned over her, staring into her eyes. So slowly the wait was almost painful, he leaned in and brushed his lips across hers. It was the softest of touches and yet the most erotic kiss she'd ever experienced. So sweet and sensual, as if he were afraid to take it further.
With his forearm behind her head and other hand wrapped lightly around the side of her throat she felt completely secure. Cradled and cherished.
Over and over he brushed his lips over hers and then worked his way along her jaw. He nibbled at her earlobe, and her pulse jerked in response.
“You have no idea how much I want you,” he murmured into her ear. The hot, steely length of his cock pressing against her hip was definitely a clue. Her nipples stood at attention, longing to feel his coarse chest hairs against them.
André slid his finger out and lathered her lips with her juices. Then he dipped his finger back inside. His blunt fingertip rubbed against her tight, backdoor hole, and heat scorched her skin from the roots of her hair to the tip of her toes. She felt positively on fire.
As he rubbed back and forth with the length of his finger, Angelica went mad with lust. She'd never known such sensations existed. As he toyed with her, he tickled her clit with the tip of his tongue.
Jules rolled away momentarily and reached for something on the nightstand. The flickering candlelight highlighted the muscles of his body. The trail of dark hair from his navel down to his long, thick cock. He handed something to André and then settled himself around her once again.
She rubbed against him, loving the feel of him against her breasts. He wrapped a warm hand around one breast and brought it to his lips. Over and over he circled her nipple with his tongue until she thought she'd go mad. He didn’t seem to care that he was slowly torturing her or that she desperately wanted to feel him inside of her. She reached for his cock with both hands and he jerked forward as they closed around him.
Something cool and slippery hit her pussy and slithered down toward the tight hole. She sucked in a sharp breath as it began to tingle.
André's fingers moved in, rubbing, gently probing.
“He needs to prepare you, baby.”
“Prepare me?” she croaked, fighting excitement and fear all at the same time.
Jules nodded. “Just relax. Focus on me.”
That wasn't hard, she thought. His eyes locked with hers, and he stared at her until he was all she saw, the only thing in her world.
Vaguely she felt André’s slick fingers breaching her backdoor. He was incredibly gentle, slow.
“I can't wait to feel you wrapped around my cock,” Jules whispered against her throat. His naughty words heated her blood further. Making her want to be just as naughty. “I want to bend you over the bed and fuck you from behind. Pound into you until you cry out with pleasure.”
Her hands tightened on his cock, and he groaned against the tender vein in her throat.
“I—” She couldn't finish the sentence. André pushed a slick finger into her, and her attention shifted. Over and over he probed her with the tip of his finger, wetting her, testing her. Stretching her so his magnificent cock could fuck her there.
Dear God, the thought alone was like a drug. She felt high as a kite.
“You what, baby?”
She squeezed his cock again.
“You want something?” he teased and nipped his way up her jaw.
She licked her lips and searched his eyes.
“I want your cock,” she admitted.
“You already have that,” he murmured, a single black eye brow raised.
Taking a deep breath, she decided to go for it. There was no sense in wanting something and not being willing to voice it. She just had to have the courage to say the words. She ran a hand up the solid wall of his chest, through the thin blanket of hair there, and then thrust her fingers into the silken locks of his hair.
Damn, that in itself was wickedly erotic. How did he have such soft hair?
She pulled his head down so she could whisper in his ear.
She opened her mouth to tell him what she wanted when André slid the rest of his finger into her tight passage. Moaning against Jules cheek, she tried to thrust against André’s hand.
But he was having none of that. He pulled his finger out and soon she felt more cold gel sliding over her skin, massaged into her.
“I want your cock in my mouth,” she whispered to Jules and felt him suck in a breath. His cock twitched in her hand and, if possible, grew larger. His strong pulse ran through it, beating steadily against her palm. “Do you mind?” she asked, already knowing the answer.
“Mon frere,” Jules said, his voice unsteady. He rolled away from her. André pulled out and watched the two of them.
Jules quickly pushed himself until he was lounging against the headboard. Angelica looked at him, a wicked gleam in her eye. She looked positively naughty as she crawled toward his cock. Her nipples were hard and begging to be suckled.
But so was his cock. As her lips wrapped around him, he threw his head back and let out a long moan that had been building all day.
Her hot little mouth moved over him with precision. Her cool hands cupped his balls, squeezing them tenderly. Testing their weight and size. And then she started rolling them in her hands. His hips launched off the bed, and his cock hit the roof of her mouth.
She used her other hand to push him back down. It stayed on his thigh, her fingers sweeping back and forth in an erotic caress.
Opening his eyes, he saw André kneel behind her. His brother studied her rounded derrière as if it was a map. Then he took the bottle of lube and squirted the contents between her cheeks. As if unable to help himself, André rubbed his cock over her ass. Spreading his legs wider, he thrust up against her as his hands tightened around her hips.
His movements must have surprised her because her mouth clamped around Jules' cock, and she sucked hard. Her hand tightened around the base of his shaft, and his eyes rolled back in his head.
Damn, that felt so good.
She pulled back and blew cool air against the wetness, then swirled her tongue around the head. He tried to push himself between her lips, but she'd have none of it. Her small hand against his thigh held him where she wanted him, and the hand on his cock stroked up and then down.
“You likin' that, mon frere?” André asked, a smirk on his face. But Jules could tell he was thoroughly enjoying himself.
“Loving it.”
Jules watched as André pushed a finger into Angelica's tight little hole. He didn't seem to encounter much resistance, in fact she pushed back against him, and her mouth left Jules' cock.
But not for long. Soon she licked the sensitive spot along the underside, playing it like a guitar. His pleasure mounted, and he fought for control. She tightened the ring her fingers made around the base of his cock and bobbed her head up and down. Her teeth grazed gently against his skin, and he couldn't stop the groan.
Through his lashes, Jules watched André add another finger to her hole. And then, another. He worked them in and out, his other hand clamped over the soft flesh of her ass. She must have been ready for him, because André lubed up his cock.
Jules felt an irrational sense of jealousy. Quickly he pulled her up from his cock so that he could kiss her lips. He fisted his hands in her hair and plunged his tongue into her mouth. He could taste himself on her. Salty, earthy.
She met him thrust for thrust, her tongue dancing around his. Her breasts brushed against his chest, and she purred low in her throat. He wrapped his hand around the vulnerable skin there and enjoyed the vibration against his palm.
When she sucked his bottom lip into her mouth and nipped the flesh with her teeth, he almost lost it. But she quickly pulled away and took him into her mouth again. She took him deeper, and he could feel the back of her throat against the tip. He kept his hands in her hair, holding her there. She tightened her lips and added some suction.
André groaned, and Jules looked up from where his cock disappeared between her red lips. His brother was slowly pushing his dick into her. He could see his fingers flexing into the flesh of her hips, his jaw tight.
“Good?” Jules quipped.
“So fucking good I'm gonna come any second,” his brother said, his voice dark and tense.
Angelica sucked harder. He was amazed at her stamina. Most women he knew would have given up by now. Weres had an uncanny ability to control their release.
The sight of her sucking him deep, her breasts brushing against his legs, André fucking her sweet ass, was almost enough to make him come. Almost. But he ground his teeth together and held back.
Angelica had never felt so good, so naughty. André’s cock was huge, but it gave her a pleasure she couldn't have imagined. Jules rubbed his knuckles against her head, his fingers not releasing their hold on her hair. He held her down on his cock, and she sucked him for all she was worth. She was going to make him come if it took her all damn night.
André pulled back and then pushed inside again, slowly, painstakingly. Then he did it again. All the nerve endings he touched did a happy dance. She pushed back against him, wanting more.
His teeth scraped against her shoulder blade. Her muscles and tendons tightened, and an orgasm mounted deep inside. Jules made a deep guttural sound. Almost a growl. André immediately licked her skin and then froze inside her. He braced one arm against the bed and wrapped the other around her, his fingers seeking and finding her clit. He rubbed it quickly, furiously. And she came beneath him.
Her mouth clamped around Jules cock, sucking him harder. She wanted to cry out her pleasure, but his hands held her head still as he thrust his hips up. The tip of his cock entered her throat, and he groaned loud and long as he came.
She'd never let a man come in her mouth before, and she didn't expect the hot wash of semen against her tongue. He massaged her scalp with his fingertips as he cock pulsed between her lips. At last he lay back against the headboard, panting.
André stayed locked inside her, raining kisses along her back. She let Jules cock slide from her mouth, and she looked up at him with smug satisfaction.
“You weren't supposed to do that,” he told her sternly, but she could tell by the tiny curve of his lips he was pleased.
“No? I thought that was the idea.” She cocked her head and gave him her cockiest grin.
“I pride myself on my control,” he told her.
She smirked.
“Thank you, chérie,” André murmured before pulling out. He disappeared into the bathroom, and she collapsed into a happy heap next to Jules.
“Happy?” he asked.
“Ecstatic.”
He curled around her, a large hand settling on her belly. “I'm not done with you yet.”
“Mmm... I hope not.” She should be exhausted. Sore. Instead she felt a little raw but completely energized.
“Rest up for a bit. I want you to enjoy it when I slide my cock into that sweet little pussy.” She was fairly certain that she’d enjoy it right now.
André came back to bed sometime later. He lay down next to her, and she draped a leg over his, her hand on his chest. Outside, the storm still howled, but she'd forgotten about it. The rain hammered against the roof and debris pelted the walls like buckshot.
She shuddered involuntarily, and Jules tightened his hold on her, wrapping himself around her a little more. Sandwiched between the two Deveraux brothers, she felt safe and protected. She wondered how long it'd last. She had to leave sometime, and William was bound to find her again.
Would he ever give up? Leave her alone? She was running out of places to disappear to.