safe. Come for us.” The heat and the sizzle twined together, soaring until Chastity cried out. The climax exploded inside her, rippling through her body, consuming every molecule, evaporating every thought until nothing remained but this glorious rapture.
Jordan grunted, his thrusts a steady rhythm, his hands now clasped on her hips. She felt the spasms from his cock. Knowing she’d pleasured him re-lit her orgasm. Cascading through her the tingles and shivers actually blurred her vision.
“Wrap your arms around me, Chastity.”
She complied without thinking. Aftershocks rippled her skin, puckering her flesh. Slowly she became aware that she lay boneless in Jordan’s arms, and that the shower had been turned off. She felt moisture on her face, moisture flowing down her cheeks. She hadn’t known she cried.
“Shh,” he responded when she began to stir. Because she could, she kept her head on his shoulder. She didn’t even look around when he carried her, didn’t care where he took her. He held her and 50
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comforted her, filling a need that had gone unmet, it seemed like, forever.
When he slid her down to her feet and a warm, fluffy towel enveloped her she could only sigh in total bliss.
“No sleeping yet, baby. I very much need to feel your hot little mouth on my cock,” Marcus whispered. He cradled her in his arms as Jordan reached for a second towel. She’d never been cared for in quite this way before. Together they dried her and then laid her in the middle of the most enormous bed she’d ever seen.
“Roll over,” Marcus whispered.
On her belly, she felt him straddle her, felt the heat of his naked thighs grip her hips. Hotter than the rest of him, his cock lay against the crack of her ass. He was hard and the sensation of feeling him like that caused a tendril of arousal to spark to life within her.
She faced left. Jordan sprawled out beside her. She couldn’t read the look on his face. He stroked her hair at the same moment Marcus set his hands to massaging her back.
Her involuntary groan closed her eyes and sank her into the bed more deeply, or so it seemed. The scent of lily of the valley filled the air just before she felt the cold dribble on her back.
“I noticed you wearing this scent one day,” Marcus said. She could hear the smile in his voice.
“My mother’s favorite perfume, the only scent she ever wore.
Daddy had picked it out for her.”
“Isn’t it amazing how smells stay with us? I remember visiting my mother a couple of years ago. She had soap in the bathroom that brought back instant sensations, good ones. When I asked her, mom said she had used it on me when I had been a baby.”
“There are other smells, too, that trigger memories for me. I thought it only a personal quirk.”
“Hmm. You’ve felt alone for a long, long time.”
“Yes.”
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She had felt alone since her parents died. Guilt trickled awake, and she squashed it. She did owe her grandmother a debt of gratitude for taking her in. But she could also acknowledge the matriarch of the Sawyer family had neglected her emotional needs.
Thoughts of her grandmother evaporated when Marcus moved his hips, stroking his cock along the small of her back.
When he lifted off her, she rolled over onto her back. She flicked a glance at Jordan.
“Go on,” he encouraged. “I want to watch you suck my lover’s cock.”
* * * *
The expression in her eyes said she wanted to gobble him whole.
Chastity reached out a single finger and stroked the length of his cock, from base to tip. Encountering the bead of moisture coating the eye, she swirled it, like a lotion, smoothing it over the head of his penis.
Spreading her fingers, she grasped him then. He couldn’t hold back the guttural moan of pleasure. It had been a couple of years since a woman had stroked his cock. Chastity’s gentle touch felt so different from Jordan’s secure fisting.
She leaned forward, and he moved
Jordan grunted, his thrusts a steady rhythm, his hands now clasped on her hips. She felt the spasms from his cock. Knowing she’d pleasured him re-lit her orgasm. Cascading through her the tingles and shivers actually blurred her vision.
“Wrap your arms around me, Chastity.”
She complied without thinking. Aftershocks rippled her skin, puckering her flesh. Slowly she became aware that she lay boneless in Jordan’s arms, and that the shower had been turned off. She felt moisture on her face, moisture flowing down her cheeks. She hadn’t known she cried.
“Shh,” he responded when she began to stir. Because she could, she kept her head on his shoulder. She didn’t even look around when he carried her, didn’t care where he took her. He held her and 50
Morgan Ashbury
comforted her, filling a need that had gone unmet, it seemed like, forever.
When he slid her down to her feet and a warm, fluffy towel enveloped her she could only sigh in total bliss.
“No sleeping yet, baby. I very much need to feel your hot little mouth on my cock,” Marcus whispered. He cradled her in his arms as Jordan reached for a second towel. She’d never been cared for in quite this way before. Together they dried her and then laid her in the middle of the most enormous bed she’d ever seen.
“Roll over,” Marcus whispered.
On her belly, she felt him straddle her, felt the heat of his naked thighs grip her hips. Hotter than the rest of him, his cock lay against the crack of her ass. He was hard and the sensation of feeling him like that caused a tendril of arousal to spark to life within her.
She faced left. Jordan sprawled out beside her. She couldn’t read the look on his face. He stroked her hair at the same moment Marcus set his hands to massaging her back.
Her involuntary groan closed her eyes and sank her into the bed more deeply, or so it seemed. The scent of lily of the valley filled the air just before she felt the cold dribble on her back.
“I noticed you wearing this scent one day,” Marcus said. She could hear the smile in his voice.
“My mother’s favorite perfume, the only scent she ever wore.
Daddy had picked it out for her.”
“Isn’t it amazing how smells stay with us? I remember visiting my mother a couple of years ago. She had soap in the bathroom that brought back instant sensations, good ones. When I asked her, mom said she had used it on me when I had been a baby.”
“There are other smells, too, that trigger memories for me. I thought it only a personal quirk.”
“Hmm. You’ve felt alone for a long, long time.”
“Yes.”
Reckless Abandon
51
She had felt alone since her parents died. Guilt trickled awake, and she squashed it. She did owe her grandmother a debt of gratitude for taking her in. But she could also acknowledge the matriarch of the Sawyer family had neglected her emotional needs.
Thoughts of her grandmother evaporated when Marcus moved his hips, stroking his cock along the small of her back.
When he lifted off her, she rolled over onto her back. She flicked a glance at Jordan.
“Go on,” he encouraged. “I want to watch you suck my lover’s cock.”
* * * *
The expression in her eyes said she wanted to gobble him whole.
Chastity reached out a single finger and stroked the length of his cock, from base to tip. Encountering the bead of moisture coating the eye, she swirled it, like a lotion, smoothing it over the head of his penis.
Spreading her fingers, she grasped him then. He couldn’t hold back the guttural moan of pleasure. It had been a couple of years since a woman had stroked his cock. Chastity’s gentle touch felt so different from Jordan’s secure fisting.
She leaned forward, and he moved
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