Colters' Lady

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.



He rocked forward again, gripping her hips to hold her in place. Michael cupped her jaw and fed her his cock, inch by delicious inch.



The two men moved in rhythm, buffeting her body between theirs. She was overpowered by them. Awed by them. Completely consumed by her need for them.



At one point Michael pulled away, his breaths coming in harsh spurts. His chest heaved with exertion, and he held his cock away from her as he caressed her cheek with his other hand.



“I’m close,” he murmured. “But I want to be inside you when I come. I want to make you come again.”



“Kiss me,” she begged softly. “Kiss me while Dillon takes me.”



Michael lowered himself until he was on eye level with her. She reached up to cup his face and then fused their mouths together. Their tongues tangled and dueled while Dillon fucked her with increasing force.



Dillon’s fingers dug into her sides, tighter until she was sure she’d bear his marks.



Faster and more frantic, he pushed himself inside her until she felt his balls slap against her clit. Then he went tense all over and strained, holding himself as deep as he could go. A huge shudder rolled through his big body, and he spasmed against her.



He leaned over and pressed his lips to the center of her back. “Did I hurt you?”



She shook her head. “No,” she whispered. “I know you’d never hurt me.”



“This might be a little uncomfortable,” he said, regret in his voice. He leaned back and then eased himself from the tight clasp of her body.



Her knees shook so badly that she threatened to buckle. Michael caught her shoulders and gently turned her until she was on her back again.



He lowered himself until he half covered her, his body warm and flush against hers.



“Where do you like to be touched?” he asked softly. “Tell me how to please you, Lily.”



Heat brushed her cheeks, but she met his gaze, emboldened by the approval and true desire to please her she found in his eyes.



“Here,” she whispered as she cupped her breasts and rubbed her thumbs over her nipples. “And here.” She gestured toward the spot on her neck below her ear—the part that drove her insane when it was nibbled at. “And here.” She lowered her hand to delve between her legs and rub over her clit.



“Mmm. I can’t wait to taste all three,” Michael said throatily.



He angled his head and grazed his teeth along the column of her neck until her entire body was bathed in goosebumps. He nipped and sucked and kissed, tormenting her endlessly until she writhed uncontrollably beneath him.



Then he turned his attention to her breasts, blowing air over her nipples and watching them pucker into taut little beads.



He flicked his tongue out and licked lightly at the tips, taking turns going from one to the other. She whimpered and raised her chest, trying to make him take them into his mouth.



He chuckled and merely nipped at them, teasing and taunting her until she growled her frustration.



“I want you so on edge that the minute I slide into you, you fall over,” he murmured against her nipple.



“Oh God, I’m already there,” she said in a strangled voice.



“No. But you will be.”



He started at her breastbone and licked his way down to her navel, rimmed the shallow indention and then continued down until he kissed the sensitive skin right above her soft curls at the apex of her legs.



“Open for me, sweetheart.”



She parted her legs, her breath hitching in her throat when his dark head dipped and his mouth found her, hot and wet. Her pussy ached from Seth’s and Dillon’s loving, but Michael’s mouth soothed the discomfort away. He licked and sucked, driving her swiftly up the rise to another orgasm. He tongued her entrance and slid inside with gentle little pushes.



His mouth was pure magic. He had infinite patience and excellent instinct for what made her feel good and what drove her crazy. And he was committed to making the experience all about her.



Her fingers curled into the sheet, and she closed her eyes when warm hands smoothed over her belly and up to her breasts. Her eyes flew open to see Seth and Dillon on either side of her, their hands coaxing over her skin.



As Michael continued his sensual feast between her legs, Dillon and Seth lowered their mouths to her breasts. They each took a nipple between their teeth and sucked inward until both began a rhythmic pull that had her completely mindless.



She was hovering on the edge, so close to going over, when Michael pulled his head away. She moaned her protest and he smiled down at her.



“Just a minute, sweetheart. I promise. I have to get you ready to take me. I don’t ever want to hurt you.”



He picked up the tube of lubricant that Dillon had used and spread a liberal amount in his hand. He rolled on a condom with his other and applied the lubricant to the entire surface of his cock. Then he pressed his fingers between her legs and dipped inside her, easing the passage with the remaining gel.



When he fit himself to her, she realized he was bigger than both Seth and Dillon. He stretched experimentally, and she held her breath as she battled the intense pleasure and anticipation as well as the slight discomfort his entry caused her.



Michael paused and held still, but she could feel him so big and swollen within her. “Breathe, baby. I’m taking it slow. Look at me.”



She found his gaze and stretched her arms high over her head. She arched upward, pushing her breasts more firmly against Dillon’s and Seth’s mouths. Her sensual cat-like movements pushed a growl from Michael’s throat. Did she even know how beautiful she was? Did she know that with only a look he was completely and utterly lost?



“Move with me,” he whispered. “Come with me, Lily.”



She wrapped her legs tightly around him and tilted her hips to receive him more deeply.



Slowly. So tenderly that tears crowded her eyes, Michael rocked into her. Each push stretched her to accommodate him. Each retreat tugged at her insides as her pussy gripped him, reluctant to let go.



Dillon nipped sharply at her nipple while Seth sucked with hard tugs. Michael worked himself deeper until he was so fully lodged inside her that moving was near an impossibility.



Then he slipped his fingers between them and found her clit. He thumbed over it, rotating in a tight circle as he inched back and forth.



The friction of his cock stroking through her tight tissues combined with the pressure on her clitoris and the dual assault on her breasts was more than she could bear.



She came apart in a sudden burst, sharp and unrelenting. She tumbled over the edge and began a freefall that was dizzying for its speed and height.