Harper's Little Spitfire (Harper's Series) (21 page)

Licking her lips, she leaned forward and took him into her mouth fully. His back arched off the bed, pushing him further into her mouth. Swallowing around the head, gripping him, her hand fondled his tight sack.

His fingers pinched her clit, causing her to scream around him. Shifting slightly more into a sitting position, she widened her legs and slid her own hand between her legs. His fingers stayed on her clit, as she pushed two fingers inside of herself. She wasn’t holding back her desire for him or from herself. Having her own fingers inside of her, while he was playing with her clit, was one of the hottest things she ever imagined.

She watched as he leaned up on his elbows. His eyes a darker shade of green, showing how aroused he was, his eyes latched onto where her hand was.

“Fuck, spitfire,” he moaned out, becoming impossibly hard in her mouth.

His leg shifted to the side, giving her plenty of room between his legs. Without removing her mouth from him, she crawled over his leg to sit fully between them; all the while, she continued to devour him.

Sliding her mouth down and up, twisting her mouth from one side to the other, her hand tightened around him, gripping him as her mouth repeated its onslaught. His moans drove her wild, the way his body shook from the pleasure she was giving him. Gripping his thigh with her other hand, she smiled as the muscles bunched under her hand.

Suddenly, his hands gripped the side of her head, stopping her movements. Her eyes shifted up to his.

Zeb shook his head. “You are not getting me off like this. I need you on my mouth. I need to taste those sweet juices pouring from your pussy,” he panted.

Removing her mouth with a pop, she sat back and pouted at him. She was not finished, not by a long shot.

He sat up and pulled her up his body. She never had a chance to say a word as his mouth attacked hers. Sliding his tongue into her mouth, she sucked and nipped as he did the same to her. Minutes went by as their hands roamed each other’s body; his jeans somehow came off in the process, and she was being pulled up to his mouth.

As soon as Zeb’s teeth nipped at her clit, more wetness escaped her body. Her hands gripped the headboard of the bed, holding herself up. Sage’s hips rocked against his mouth, back and forth as his fingers dug into her thighs, pulling a loud moan from her throat.

Her hand fell from the grip she had and pulled at his hair. Growling, he sucked her harder with his mouth as his tongue dove into her. Her back arched, knees pinned to his head, locking him in place.

Sliding her hand down his leg, she reached for his cock and fisted him. Looking down at him, his eyes latched to hers. His pupils dilated fully, as he rocked into her hand.

Seconds later, he pulled his mouth from her throbbing core. “Spin around, baby. I need you to suck me, while I eat you out.”

Moaning at his words, and with shaky legs, she did what he said. He helped her get in the right position that he wanted. Perched above him, wrapping her hand around the base of him, her tongue snuck out and ran from base to tip. Once she was at the tip, she enveloped the head into her mouth and sucked hard.

His mouth latched onto her clit, and then two fingers pushed into her, causing her to gasp at the slightest amount of pain from the entrance. Her mouth stayed still as his fingers slid in, out, in, out. Deeper one minute, then shallow the next. Her knees began to shake, his hips started to lift, sliding himself into her mouth. Her teeth pulled along each of his piercings as he moved in her mouth.

“Jesus, spitfire! You have no idea what that dirty little mouth of yours does to me,” he groaned.

She had a good idea, because he was doing the same to her. His other hand moved up the side of her leg and over her ass cheek. Then out of nowhere, his hand came down hard as the slap echoed through the room.

Her pussy clenched around his fingers as they continued moving into her. Opening her mouth wider, she allowed him to use her mouth the way he wanted. Her hands gripped his thighs, as his other hand sat on her ass cheek, rubbing over the spot where his hand landed.

“You like that, spitfire?” he mumbled around her.

Without a word, she pushed against his mouth. His fingers slid down the crack and lingered near her puckered hole, before it moved further down. He coated his fingers in her juices, slid back up and lightly stroked over her ass.

Her mouth moved frantically over him as his fingers slammed into her wet heat. As he pulled back, a finger slid into her ass. Moaning around him, she pushed back, wanting more. She clenched around his fingers, her body arching away from his as pleasure assaulted her body.

His teeth pulled at her clit as another finger entered her; two in each hole, he had her body arching against him. She tasted the sweet salty taste of him, knowing he was as close as she was to exploding.

The vibration of his moans against her clit sent waves of shocks through her. Her toes began to curl as her body was heading for one hell of a powerful orgasm. Curling his fingers deep inside of her, she moved as fast as he was with her mouth.

The orgasm was building higher and higher; a light mist of sweat coated her body along with his as her body shifted along his. Both their mouths devoured each other as he moaned around her clit.

Her hand returned to his balls, and gently but firmly, Sage massaged them in her palm. A third finger was added to her pussy as he slammed forward. Gripping his cock with her mouth, Sage moved up and down as fast as she could to keep up with him. Her orgasm came upon her quickly. Stopping her movement, he continued to pump faster into her mouth as she erupted. Screaming around him, her hips rocked with his fingers as they kept up the action of sliding in and out of her.

Gripping the base of him, he thickened further, making it almost impossible to take the sheer size of him, but she managed. She held him in place, allowing him to control the speed. His tongue swiped over her sensitive clit. Gasping at the sheer pleasure of it, her hand slid along him as her mouth did.

His mouth left her. “Fuck!” he roared as he poured himself down her throat. The warm liquid slid down her throat as he slowed his thrusting. Swallowing every bit of him, Zeb stopped his movements as she fell atop of him, panting for air.

“Well, that is definitely a way to begin the day,” he said, laughing.

Rolling off him, Sage lay her body beside his. Both were covered in sweat, head-to-toe, trying to get their breathing under control. His hand rested on top of her thigh, inches away from where it had been. Her arms lay across her stomach as she tried to catch her breath.

After a bit, she sat up on her elbows and looked down her body at where he lay. His head was to the side, glancing her way. Shyly smiling, she sat up further, pulling the sheet with her. She felt a little self-conscious still about being naked in front of one of the boys. All of them were sexy and beautiful with toned bodies. She hated when she felt this way, yet she couldn’t help but be plagued by self-doubt.

Mentally kicking herself for her insecurities, she tried to shake it off. It was obvious how they all felt about her, yet it was hard to comprehend it.

Maybe it was a good idea now for that shower. Sliding to the side of the bed, she stood up and tightened the sheet as she made her way to the bathroom.

“Sage, are you all right?” Zeb asked, his concern clear.

She spun around and looked at him. He was sitting on the edge of the bed naked. Squeezing her legs together, and taking a deep breath, she looked everywhere but him. He was a distraction, sitting there all sexy, hard muscles, sweat running down his chest to his...

Shaking her head, she whispered, “I need a shower; you are the one who suggested it first, remember?” She allowed a whisper of a smile to pass over her lips.

His arm lifted and rubbed his neck. The way his arm muscles bulged,
damn it!
She needed to get her head out of the gutter.

Turning around, she stepped towards the door and pushed it open. Walking in, about to close it, Zeb spoke. “You want me to come in and wash you, spitfire?”

If he did, there was no way they would be leaving that shower for a long time. She needed to get over how she felt about herself and accept it. If neither of them worried about her nakedness or appearances, why should she?

“I’m more than capable to wash myself, Zeb,” she muttered, and then slammed the door behind her. She didn’t mean to do that, but she was more than able to wash herself, without him. Dropping the sheet that covered her body, she slid the shower door open and stepped in. Turning the water on, she stepped under it as the it poured down. With the water still cold, she tried to cool her body temperature down from her amazing orgasm with Zeb.

Cursing, switching the faucet, she stepped away until the water was warmer. Resting her head against the wall of the shower, she had to get herself under control. After what happened with Mac, how could she just jump back into anything sexual with someone else?

There was something seriously wrong with her. How was it that she wanted more than one of them? It wasn’t normal, not at all, but she had loved them since she was fifteen. She wanted them to herself; wanted them to love her the way she loved them; wanted their complete attention. Shit, she wanted everything including their undying love and devotion that she had read about in books.

She was sick. How could she allow her body and mind to want more than one person at the same time? Yes, she had seen movies with more than one person, usually threesomes, but having three guys pleasuring one female was completely wrong on so many levels. What would her parents think of her if they were to ever find out? What about her girls?
Shit!

One of the brothers had had her attention more than the rest, but over the years, all four of them had weaselled their way into her heart. She felt things for all of them, things that she shouldn’t be thinking or wanting from them.

It was wrong to want four guys at once. Sage knew people fantasised about it, but she was confident it never became reality to ninety-nine-percent of the population. But after what had happened on the couch back at her place, it was becoming more reality than a fantasy. She never imagined that it would ever happen between them, let alone a chance with being with one of them, but three at a time, shit.

Turning around, she grabbed her body wash and began to wash herself. Her body ached for them. Craving more, much more than what they had given her, wanting everything they could possibly give her. What she’d experienced so far had been amazing, divine and as pretty close to perfect as she could imagine. Still, Sage struggled to get her head around the reality of the four of them together. There was no chance in hell there would ever be the five of them. Not after Mac destroyed her heart.

She banged her head against the wall of the shower, telling her body repeatedly that it wasn’t normal to want more than one person at a time. She couldn’t do it, ignoring what her body wanted; she pushed aside the throbbing need for them and started to wash her hair.

Washing out the shampoo from her hair, reaching for the conditioner, all thoughts crashed through her head at what had transpired between her and Mac. Dropping the bottle of conditioner, she gripped her chest at the pain coursing through her heart, at the harsh words that Mac had said to her.

Tears welled in her eyes as she slid down the wall and sobbed. How could someone be so harsh, so fucking mean and vicious? He had been the one that had caught her eye the most, and she wished it hadn’t been the case. Out of all four of them, he was the baddest of them all, and her foolish heart and body wanted him more. She tried reasoning with her body that he wasn’t the right pick, but how could you fight with your body and mind over something that it had wanted for so long?

Gripping her legs, she had no idea how she was going to deal when she saw him next; too much had been said and done. Sage also had to figure out how she was going to tell the rest of the brothers. She knew them all too well; none of them were going to let up on finding out exactly what had brought her to her knees. Literally. She needed to either tell them all the truth or tell them something completely different, but she knew they could always tell when she was lying.

Standing on shaky legs, she turned the water off, stepped out and dried herself. The truth was the easiest thing to tell them; she was a bit shy, and a little anxious about telling them that Mac had taken her V card, but the way that he had done it was the reason she had to tell them once she saw them.

It was going to be hard to voice what was said and done between them. Sage needed to get it over with soon—the sooner the better—and move on from what she had hoped to be a special moment, but had turned into an ugly tragedy.

Sucking in a breath, she opened the door and groaned as Zeb still sat on the end of the bed facing her.

She had hoped that he had left so she could think of a way to tell them all together about last night, but he obviously stayed to ask her; she could see it all over his face.

Spinning around, she walked over to the dresser where her clothes were and pulled out a pair of cut-off shorts, a singlet, panties and bra. Pulling her towel tighter around her, she faced the bathroom again, ready to walk back in there to get dressed, when she felt Zeb behind her.

“Spitfire, there’s no point in going back in there to get dressed when you can do it here in front of me. I have seen every single inch of your naked body. No point in hiding it away,” he whispered against her ear.

Her body shivered at his words, betraying her, knowing the pleasure he could give her. Pushing the desire down for him, she turned around, gasped when he walked her back against the wall, and caged her in, his hands resting beside her shoulders as she watched his head descend down towards hers.

Turning her head to the side and looking towards the door, his lips travelled ever so slowly from her neck up to her ear. Goose bumps erupted over her body as his breath lingered over hers. His hand, that she could see, stayed were it was. His teeth nibbled at her ear. Whimpering, she pushed harder into the wall as his body pushed against hers, feeling the evidence of his arousal pushing into her stomach.