Heather's Gift (26 page)

They swung around to Heather. She stood there, and Sam felt his heart explode with pride and arousal. Naked, aroused as she closed the door then dropped the brilliant blue quilted blanket she had wrapped around her body.

“Heather.” Sam heard the strangled quality of his own voice and fought to clear it as she advanced on him.

“Do you need this, Sam, for you or for the demons?” she asked him softly as she stopped before him, her hands going to the buttons on his shirt, slipping them free with calm deliberation.

“For me.” He fought to control his breathing, his excitement. Like nothing he had known before. Lust and love flared through his soul.

“Why? How is it
just
for you, Sam?” She pulled the shirt from his jeans, her nails raking his abdomen with piercing pleasure.

“They’re part of me.” Sam struggled to put the feeling into words, to explain the needs. “If you’re with them, Heather, you’re with all of me.”

“How, Sam?” She pulled at the snap of his jeans. “How is being with your brothers being with you?”

He struggled through the morass of sensations and emotions. Her voice was hot, aroused, searing him as deeply as the touch of her hands seared through his flesh.

“Because, Heather.” He ran his hands through her hair, gripping the back of her head as he lifted her face until she was staring deeply into his eyes. “Because they love you too, baby. Just as deep and just as true as I love you.”

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Heather’s heart exploded in her chest as he whispered the words. His eyes, more gray than blue now, stared down at her, his expression creased into lines of arousal and Lora Leigh

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pleasure as Brock and Cade came around her. Hands moved over her back, her waist, lips smoothed across her shoulder.

“Sam.” She trembled, aroused past bearing yet so nervous she could feel her body trembling. “I’m nervous. Real nervous.” Talking was more difficult than she could have imagined as she saw Brock move from her side and jerk the large Futon mattress from its place on the couch. “You guys really need a bedroom for this,” she gasped as she felt Cade move her hair aside and brush her nape with his lips. The room dipped and swayed as Sam lifted her into his arms and carried her to where Brock had laid out the overly thick pad in the middle of the floor. Sam lowered her gently to the mattress, then rose only long enough to tear his clothes and shoes from his body.

Heather stared up at him, trembling from the inside out as anticipation and a small measure of fear rushed through her body. She looked at Brock, at Cade. They were naked, their cocks thick and hard, their expressions, adoring. It wasn’t lust, it was love. Affection, sexual excitement and a sense of bonding, just as Marly had sworn it was. They moved as one, their concentration on her, their expressions tender, loving, darkly sensual.

“You’re so pretty, Heather.” Sam came down beside her, his arms enfolding her as he pushed her hair back from her face, his hands trailing lingeringly down her cheek.

“So damned beautiful that I can barely believe you’re here, in my arms, as I need you.”

She stared up at him, fighting to breathe, fighting to concentrate on Sam alone as Brock stretched out beside her on his side and Cade knelt at her feet. She licked her lips nervously, her hand gripping Sam’s arm as he stroked her abdomen.

“Only as far as you can go, Heather.” A smile tipped his lips, but his eyes were filled with confidence.

“I’m not scared,” she tried to snap, but her voice was weak with arousal and nerves.

“No, you’re not scared,” he whispered. “You’re a miracle. A miracle to all of us, baby.”

His head lowered then, his lips catching hers in a kiss that had her moaning with rising need as she rose up to meet it. His tongue pushed past the barrier of her lips, tangling with her tongue as the extreme eroticism of the three men around her began to pulse through her bloodstream.

She turned in his arms, reaching for him, needing the soul clenching warmth that his kiss instilled in her. As she did, she felt hands behind her, below her, heard whispered phrases a second before male lips brushed her shoulder, then the calf of her leg.

She cried out into the kiss, arching closer to Sam as he moaned hungrily against her lips, and a broad palm, Sam’s or Brock’s, enclosed the curve of her swollen breast as her leg was lifted, settled over Brock’s thigh and warm lips caressed to her knee.

“Sam!” She broke away from his kiss, fighting for breath as the sexual intensity rose inside her.

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“Just feel, Heather,” he whispered, desperation ringing in his voice as his lips moved down the front of her arched neck. Her head was resting on Brock’s shoulder as his lips and tongue stroked the side of her neck, his hand lifting her breast to Sam’s eager mouth.

Farther below, Cade’s mouth was moving closer, closer to the soaked center of her body.

“Dear God!” she screamed as Sam’s lips closed over her hard nipple at the same second Cade’s tongue swiped through the creamy slit of her cunt. She climaxed. Just that easily, that quickly, her body pulsed then shattered, the intensity of sensation exploding through her system as Cade thrust his tongue deep and hard inside her spasming pussy, stroking, licking the rush of liquid release that poured from her.

She was twisting in their grip then, hunching against Cade’s mouth as he held her leg up to fit himself deeper between her thighs. Sam’s mouth was suckling hungrily at her breast, then moving to the next as Brock moved behind her, and she was stretched out, her hips arching to Cade as Brock covered her other nipple. Heather was desperate. Racked by such pleasure, such sexual extremes she felt as though insanity was only moments away.

“Sam?” Cade’s voice was rough, a question, a heated demand as he rose between her thighs.

Looking over the two heads lowered to her nipples, Heather gasped. Cade’s cock was thick and erect, pulling down from his body, heavy and demanding. She watched Sam’s then Brock’s hands as they went to her thighs, lifting them, opening her for the older brother.

“Heather.” Sam’s head lifted, staring into her eyes as dazed pleasure and excitement ricocheted through her body.

They were too much alike. Looked too much alike, responded sexually too much alike. Dear God, it was like fucking three Sams. Her pussy was flooding, clenching in greedy need as her anus clenched on the thick butt plug she had inserted an hour before.

“Sam, she’s using a plug.” Heather cried out as she felt Cade’s fingers at the base of the device.

Sam’s eyes darkened, his expression growing more intent, more sensual.

“Which one?” he whispered, still watching as Heather cried out at the satisfaction, the adoration in his expression.

“Fuck. Inflatable.” Heather shivered as Sam’s eyes went nearly black in pleasure. The inflatable had gone in easily enough, but it seemed to take forever to get it inflated to its maximum thickness.

Sam’s head turned, his gaze going to her cunt as Cade moved closer, his cock kissing the entrance to her spasming vagina. His expression was entranced, and Brock’s Lora Leigh

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was damned near as mesmerized as they spread her legs farther, watching the older brother.

“Can you take it, Heather?” Sam sounded strangled.

“Damn you, if one of you doesn’t fuck me, I’ll shoot all of you.” She arched, driving the head of Cade’s thick erection into her pussy.

She gasped and stilled, her head tossing as moisture glazed her body and creamy liquid flowed from her cunt. She clenched on the intrusion, feeling the desperate tightness of her vagina as he eased slowly forward.

“Sam. Sam.” She chanted his name, nearly screaming as she felt the muscles spreading, protesting, yet making room for the wide stalk moving inside her. One hand clenched Sam’s arm, the other Brock’s. She knew her nails were piercing skin and didn’t care. She shook, shuddered, crying out yet pleading desperately for more. He was thick and hot, moving in inch by inch as she tightened on his cock, tightened on the plug stretching her ass and felt impaled by a shaft of sizzling steel.

“Sam, damn, I can’t hold back,” she heard Cade groan desperately as he began to pull free of her. “She’s too fucking tight.”

“NO!” She arched closer, knowing if he didn’t continue, if he didn’t force the thick erection inside her then she would die of need. “Sam, please. Please don’t let him stop.”

They stilled. The air was thick with heat, the smell of sex and clawing arousal. She looked between her thighs, seeing that less than half of the throbbing cock was buried inside her. She felt full, stretched beyond bearing and she was dying for more. She raised her eyes beseechingly to Sam.

“I can’t stand it,” she cried out, her hips working her cunt on the wide shaft.

“Please, Sam. Please fuck me.”

Cade jerked as she whispered the words, his cock sliding marginally deeper as her back arched and a growl tore from her throat. Brock and Sam still held her thighs, keeping her open, watching as her cunt flared around Cade’s erection.

“Sam…”

He glanced down at her, and Heather saw his excitement, his complete pleasure as she begged for his brother’s cock.

“Take her, Cade,” he whispered deeply. “Let me watch her. Let me see her pleasure.” And in his voice she heard his need for just that. To see her enraptured, pleasured, loved.

Heather couldn’t stop the scream that escaped her throat as Cade pushed inside her. Her eyes widened, her vision blurred as pleasure and pain collided, streaking through her system, driving her so high, so hard, she wondered if she would survive it. It wasn’t a hard, fast lunge inside her protesting pussy. It was a gentle, remorseless burrowing inside the slick grip of her narrow vagina until he seated himself in to the hilt.

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“Damn. Sam. Fuck. She’s too tight.” Cade held himself deep inside her, unmoving, his hands holding her hips still as she fought to grind herself on his impaling cock. He pulled back slowly as Brock and Sam seemed to snap from their dazed concentration at the sight of their brother buried inside her pussy. Heather watched, unable to look away from the sight of his shaft, coated with her thick cream, slid back from her.

“No,” she whimpered, fighting the hands holding her as she rocked on the hard flesh. “Please. Please. No.”

He slammed inside her then. Heather writhed on the mattress, her breath lodging in her throat at the desperate stretching and fiery pleasure attacking her overstretched cunt.

“Sam, I’ll come in her,” Cade warned tightly. “Son of a bitch, if I don’t get my cock out of her, I’m gonna lose it. She’s too fucking tight like this.”

Heather’s eyes rose to Sam. He was on his knees beside her, one hand holding her thigh close to his body as the other stroked his own erection. He stared down at her, his face twisting with lust and anticipation.

She felt Cade’s fingers between her thighs, his thumbs at each side of her swollen clit, massaging the flesh around it, making her fight to churn her hips, to work her pussy on the thickly lubricated shaft throbbing inside her. She allowed her hands to reach out to each side of her, covering the male hands that stroked their own cocks. Brock growled out his approval as he moved his hand, allowing her smaller one to stroke the bulging erection tormenting him.

Sam’s hand covered hers as she gripped his cock as well, holding her hands still though, rather than allowing her to stroke him.

“I want to watch you,” he whispered. “If I fuck you now, Heather, I won’t have the control to watch your climax as you explode the first time with us.”

“If someone doesn’t make me come, I’m going to kill you all,” she panted desperately. “For God’s sake, Sam, why are you teasing me like this?”

“No, baby,” he whispered, his voice pulsing with need. “You don’t understand.”

“Sam, son of a bitch, this isn’t going to last.” Cade pulled back and then groaned in defeat before sliding forward again.

“Sam. Sam. Oh God. Sam.” Her hands forgot the cocks they were holding and clawed at his arms as pleasure tore through her body. “Please. Please, Sam.”

She fought to free her legs, to impale herself on the erection tearing her pussy apart. She was desperate to climax, to be free of the building pleasure, the overwhelming sensations rocking her body.

Cade cursed again, then heaved back, pulling his cock from the gripping desperate flesh of her vagina as she cried out in shock, in pulsing need. At the same time Sam and Brock released her legs, and Heather surged forward. She turned on Sam, her lips moving to his, her hands gripping his hair as she pushed him to the mattress. Lora Leigh

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She heard his chuckle, the happiness, the joy in it a second before she mounted the hard cock rising between his thighs. She gave her body no time to adjust to it, no warning before she impaled herself on the bulging erection rising eagerly to her hungry cunt.

Her wail was one of pleasure, pain, sensation tearing through her body as her muscles parted for the desperate thrust. Sam groaned out beneath her, his hands gripping her hips as Brock moved before her, his cock nudging at her lips. Control was stripped away in the desperation of the moment. Behind her, she felt the relaxing of the anal plug as Cade released the air that had inflated it. Then she moaned in rising pleasure as he pulled it free of her gripping depths.

“Now, Heather,” Sam growled, holding her thighs tight, stilling her as Brock’s cock pushed into her mouth. “Now, you see…”

Her eyes widened as she felt Cade move behind her as Sam’s hands moved to the cheeks of her rear, parting them, revealing the stretched hole of her anus. A second later, the broad head of Cade’s cock tucked against it.

“Easy, baby,” Sam whispered beneath her. “Slow and easy, Heather.”

She moaned around the flesh filling her mouth, suckling at it desperately, whimpering as she felt Cade slide slowly, so damned slow past the tight ring of muscles that spasmed around his flesh. Her cunt clenched around Sam’s cock, growing tighter, ever tighter as Cade forged into the heated depths of her anus. Desperate male groans and whispered accolades shimmered on the moist air around them. Heather trembled, shuddered, weak with arousal and more than thankful as she felt Sam’s hands brace her upper body, holding her arm, aiding her in maintaining the position needed to nurse at the thick cock thrusting in and out of her mouth. The clean male taste of the burgeoning flesh, the heated length rasping over her tongue made her hungry, greedy for more. Behind her, Cade was splitting her muscles apart, the hot tight pinch of pain a heady contrast to the exquisite pleasure of Sam’s cock stretching her cunt.