Crime & Punishment 3: Theirs to Share (11 page)

Pulling back slightly, he smiled at her groan of frustration, then slid two fingers into her slick passage. She whined, then moaned louder as his fingers pushed in deeper. Her hips lifted and her walls sucked at his knuckles, trying to pull them in further.

She was so tight around his fingers. What would she be like on his cock? Heaven, that’s what. Pure heaven.

He pressed deep and swiped his tongue across her clit. She gasped and shivered. Her walls pulsed around his fingers in a way that made his cock twitch.

“Damn, she’s going to feel good,” he murmured.

“Parker likes your pussy, baby,” he heard Grayson whisper to Cheyenne. “I can’t wait for my turn. I’m gonna fuck that pussy until you scream.”

Her walls tightened around his fingers, and Parker grinned. So responsive. He liked that. It was time to make this little lady purr.

He placed his lips over her clit, ran his tongue up one side and then the other. Her hips bucked wildly. Her moans became louder, almost shrill as they filled the room and spurred him on. He sucked and she screamed, her orgasm making her walls squeeze his fingers.

He thrust hard, over and over, using the tip of his fingers to rub against that sensitive spot at the top of her channel. She tensed, then screamed again as he sent her over the edge a second time.

Parker lifted but kept his fingers deep inside her, easing her down slowly. Her entire body was flushed pink. Sweat dotted her brow. Her fingers were fisted in the waistband of Grayson’s jeans. She looked so sexy, so delectable.

“Hand me a damn condom,” Parker growled.

Grayson tossed him one, and Parker withdrew his fingers from her warm body. With hands that trembled with need, he removed his jeans and quickly slid the condom over his throbbing erection.

CHEYENNE WASN’T SURE where she even was anymore. The orgasms she’d just experienced had left her feeling weak and so out of it. Who knew? Certainly not her.

She wanted more. Her pussy needed more. As much as she’d enjoyed the oral sex, her channel still throbbed for more. She needed them inside her. Now. Unfortunately, she didn’t have the strength to utter the words.

She felt herself being lifted, arms encircling her back and bracing her beneath her ass. She lifted her legs around his waist and wiggled herself against his massive erection. He was long and thick and so hard.

He chuckled against her ear, and goose bumps rose over her flesh. “Such a greedy little thing, aren’t you, Doc?”

Doc. It was Parker who held her. Parker who walked her to the bedroom.

She wrapped her arms around his shoulders and kissed his neck. His low growl of approval vibrated against her nipples, sending her body into another wave of intense need.

They both fell onto the bed, bouncing once before Parker braced himself and thrust into her hard. Cheyenne gasped as his thick girth pushed into her, stretching her walls. She dug her nails into his shoulders, holding tight as he pulled almost out, then thrust in again, this time going deeper. So deep his balls slapped against her ass, adding another layer of sensation to her already overloaded body.

“Oh, God,” she groaned right before his mouth covered hers in a kiss that was both dominating and brutal.

Her body tightened and heated as she lifted her hips to meet each thrust. Her mind went blank. Her only thought was the feel of him inside her, pushing deeper, thrusting harder.

Parker murmured against her lips, sending a shiver of delight up her spine. “You feel good, Doc.” His thrusts slowed as he licked her bottom lip. Cheyenne drew in a sharp breath and opened her mouth, anxious for him to kiss her again.

“This tight little pussy is…” He pressed deep and ground his groin against her clit. The walls of her vagina sucked at him. He was so big, her channel stretched so tight around him, she could feel every beat of his heart against her.

“I could fuck you all day,” he snarled sexily in her ear, making her tremble. “Grayson likes how you look,” he whispered.

Cheyenne’s eyes popped open, and she turned her head, finding Grayson standing at the foot of the bed. The heated look in his eyes as he watched them sent her senses reeling. With a moan, she held her hand out to him. He smiled as he leaned over and took it. He brought her fingers to his mouth and sucked one between his lips.

She shivered but held his gaze, sighing as Parker slowly fucked her.

With a grunt, Parker rolled to his back, taking her with him. Her hand fell from Grayson’s, and her legs dropped on either side of Parker’s thighs.

“Sit up, sweetheart,” Parker ordered.

Parker put his hands at the back of her thighs and pulled them up, helping her to a sitting position, straddling his hips. He lifted his hips, and his cock pushed deeper. Her mouth dropped open on a soundless cry of pleasure. She wiggled her hips and smiled. She liked this.

Grayson moved in behind her, pressing his warm chest against her back. He wrapped his arms around her and cupped her breasts, massaging them with his large palms. Cheyenne moaned and let her head fall back. Parker grabbed her hips and moved her exactly how he wanted. Her clit brushed against his groin, sending little sparks of pleasure to her womb.

Would she really come again? And what about Grayson? When would he take her?

“Make him come, baby,” Grayson whispered in her ear. “Make him come so I can get a turn. My cock wants inside that tight little pussy you have. I can feel how good it is through Parker. I can feel your walls quivering and all that cream making you slick.”

She shivered at his words. He pinched her nipples, making her cry out.

“When you get used to us, when we have time to prepare your hot little ass, you’ll take both of us at once.”

Cheyenne moaned and worked her hips faster, pressing down on Parker to force him inside her even more.

Parker groaned his approval. “That’s it, sweetheart,” he growled. “Fuck me.”

“Would you like that, baby?” Grayson purred. “Parker in your pussy and me in your ass?”

Cheyenne panted, so close to release once more. Was she really going to do this? Again?

She reached behind her and buried her hands in Grayson’s hair. Shouting, Parker lifted his hips. She could feel the throbs in his cock as he came. With a moan of utter female satisfaction, she leaned down and captured Parker’s lips in a deep kiss.

Parker lifted her off him. “Stay on your knees, sweetheart. Grayson’s gonna fuck you now.”

As soon as he said it, Grayson thrust into her from behind. The walls of her pussy quivered around his thick girth as he pressed deep, pounding hard into her channel. Cheyenne gasped, both at his size and the sheer power of his thrusts.

Her breasts swung from the pounding, and Parker cupped them, holding them in his palms. Every push of his cock inside her made her cry out, moan, and sigh. She’d never been vocal during sex, but now she couldn’t seem to shut up.

“Oh yes,” she hissed. “Harder.”

“Fuck yeah,” Grayson snarled and gave her exactly what she wanted.

“I think she likes it a little on the rough side,” Parker murmured.

He let go of one of her breasts and slapped her hard on her right hip. The sharp pain caught her by surprise, but the resulting pleasure sent her even closer to the edge.

“Again. Oh please. Again,” she begged.

“You heard her,” Parker drawled. “Slap that delectable little ass. Make her scream.”

Grayson slapped her other hip even harder. She cried out, startled at the rise in her lust and how close she was to release again. Three times? She’d never come once during sex, much less three times. This was so incredibly sexy. So damn hot.

Parker pinched her nipples. She winced at first, then lowered herself, getting closer. “More,” she murmured.

If she could have thought clearly, she would have been shocked at the words coming out of her mouth. When he pinched her nipples again, she moaned her approval, forcing her hips back to meet Grayson’s, so close to orgasm she saw stars.

When Grayson reached around and pinched her clit, her release was so fast and strong, she screamed at the top of her lungs. Over and over, her pussy pulsed, her body shook, and every nerve seemed to explode at once.

“That’s it, Doc,” Parker whispered. “Let that pussy come all over his cock.”

Grayson growled and pressed deep, gently grinding himself against her in time with the throbs vibrating through his shaft as he lost himself to his own orgasm.

With a sigh, he ran his hand down her spine, then pulled free of her body, letting her fall lifeless on top of Parker. Chuckling, Parker wrapped his arms around her, holding her close.

“I’m sweaty,” she whispered.

“So am I,” Parker replied.

He buried one hand in her hair and kissed the top of her head. Grayson braced his hands on either side of her and Parker as he bent down to place a kiss on the back of her shoulder.

“I’ll be right back,” he whispered. “I’m going to get rid of these condoms.”

Cheyenne couldn’t respond. She didn’t have the energy. Through heavy-lidded eyes, she stared out the bedroom window at the beautiful blue sky and white puffy clouds.

She should be ashamed of herself, right? Had she started all this by walking into the kitchen with nothing on but a T-shirt that barely covered her ass? Had she wanted it so badly she’d…? No. They’d wanted it too; that had been obvious. Did it really matter anyway?

She’d just had the best sex of her life, and, heaven help her, she wanted to do it again.

Chapter Fourteen

With a sigh, Parker rolled to his side, carrying Cheyenne with him. She snuggled close to his chest. Her small hand rested over his heart; the other slid under the pillow, helping to support her head. Her hair fell over her shoulder, and he pushed it back, studying her flushed face.

They really shouldn’t have done this. Both he and Grayson knew better. She was their job, their responsibility. In the end, she would be given a new life far from the FBI agents who’d protected her.

Why did that thought tear a hole in his chest deep enough to stick his fist in?

Stupid, stupid.

Unfortunately, now that he’d had her once, he couldn’t stop thinking about the next time…and the next…and the next. There was something about her, some spark that had flared to life when they had sex. It was as though she’d been made for them.

Now wasn’t that ridiculous?

Made for them?

He sounded like he’d been reading too many romance novels.

Grayson returned from the bathroom and climbed onto the bed. He curled up behind Cheyenne and wrapped his arm around her waist. Parker watched as she settled next to his cousin, her body curved perfectly into his. Her fair skin was a stark contrast to Grayson’s dark tan.

Her lips lifted in a slight smile of satisfaction before a contented sigh escaped them. “In a few minutes, you’re going to be too hot,” she murmured.

Parker and Grayson stared at one another in slight confusion.

“Too hot?” Grayson asked.

“You’re like a furnace, which is probably great in the winter. In the summer, not so much.”

Grayson chuckled and kissed the back of her shoulder. “Understood.”

With a smile, Parker slid down and faced Cheyenne. Her eyes were still closed. Her blonde lashes feathered over her cheeks. Full lips parted slightly as her breathing turned slow and even.

“I think she’s out,” Parker whispered.

“I’m not far from it myself,” Grayson murmured. “That was—”

“Let’s not talk about this now,” Parker interrupted.

“If you’re worried that I’m going to listen, you shouldn’t be. I’m too tired to remember what you said anyway,” Cheyenne said sleepily.

Parker brushed the backs of his fingers over her cheek. “Imp.”

She mumbled incoherently.

“You can’t sleep too long,” Parker whispered. “You won’t be able to sleep later.”

Like he planned to let her sleep later anyway, regardless of how much sleep she got this afternoon. He already wanted her again. Waiting the few hours until dark made his balls ache.

“Wake us in an hour,” Grayson said as he snuggled closer to Cheyenne.

“I’ll go work on dinner.”

When neither of them answered, Parker grinned and swung his legs off the side of the bed. He’d go to the kitchen, throw his pants back on, and see what was in the fridge.

* * * *

Cheyenne peeked nervously out the bedroom door and watched Parker move around the kitchen in nothing but a pair of faded jeans. Late evening sunlight came through the large window and slashed across his muscular, tan chest.

Her fingers itched to explore those muscles. She bit her lip as memories from earlier invaded her mind. Glancing over her shoulder, she studied Grayson, who was still asleep on the bed. He was stretched out, one hand behind his head, the other over his stomach—his washboard stomach. God, who—other than models—looked like that?

Even his cock looked utterly delectable. She licked her lips, wondering what he would taste like. What would he think of her if she went over and started licking it?

She shook her head and grabbed the robe from the wingback chair in the corner. Enough stalling. It was time to face the music…or the hottie. Whichever.

She pulled the door open, wincing when it creaked, and tried her best to walk to the kitchen as though nothing had happened.

I didn’t just have sex—amazing, incredible, mouthwatering sex. Nope. Not me.

“About time you got up.”

Parker’s amused voice made her jump, and her face flushed. “Sorry. I guess the two of you wore me out.”

He didn’t say anything, just grinned. “Grayson still asleep?”

She nodded and walked past him to grab a bottle of water from the fridge. She opened it and took a long sip. The cool water felt good against her dry throat. “What’s for dinner?” she asked after swallowing.

“Tilapia and vegetables.”

She gave a nod. “At least you guys eat good. You know. Healthy.”

“Most of the time we do,” he replied as he placed the tilapia in the oven. “Sometimes we’re bad.”

Like today? With the whole dirty sex thing?

“Besides, if we didn’t eat right, we wouldn’t be able to keep all this muscle.” He grinned and ran his hand down his chest.