Their Virgin Secretary, Page 22

  perfect for them. “Yes.”

  “You’re going to give me control of your mouth while Tate touches you wherever and however he wishes.”

  A shudder went through her body. She closed her eyes. “Yes.”

  At her shaky whisper, satisfaction lit Eric’s eyes. He plunged his fingers into her hair and tugged her head back. When he’d positioned her to his satisfaction, Belle strained up to meet his kiss, lips parted in silent but unmistakable invitation.

  Eric seized her mouth with his own, taking her lips and stealing her kiss, stripping her of restraint.

  Eric took ownership of Belle’s mouth as Tate skated his hand back down her torso and right between her legs. As he strummed her clit in a slow, rhythmic circle, she tensed and gasped into Eric’s kiss, standing on her tiptoes. Kell didn’t know if she meant to get closer to Eric or prevent Tate from learning just how wet she was, but it didn’t matter. She had to learn that she didn’t have control of either man.

  “Flat on your feet,” Kell growled in her ear. “If Tate wants his fingers in your cunt, aren’t you supposed to let him?”

  She whimpered…but slowly lowered down on her heels again.

  “Such a pretty pussy,” Tate murmured in her ear. “So wet, baby.”

  Eric ate at her mouth, then drew back to nip at her bottom lip before he bestowed a lingering brush of his lips over hers and pulled back.

  “I’ve wanted that for days. Sometimes I would watch you talk and just stare at your mouth, fantasizing about it,” Eric admitted.

  She blinked, once and then again, obviously flustered. He laughed, then turned her to face Tate, who took hold of her shoulders and dragged her close.

  “I’ve totally masturbated thinking about your mouth, Belle. It’s perfectly symmetrical. Your full bottom lip will cradle my cock and increase the sensation. At least by ten percent.”

  “Tate…” Eric warned.

  The big guy shrugged. “Just being honest.”

  “Sometimes too much. Wouldn’t you rather kiss her?”

  A wicked grin crossed Tate’s square face. “Absolutely.”

  Belle smiled up at him. Her shining dark eyes silently said that his eagerness both amused and endeared her. As Tate swooped down and captured her mouth in a ravenous kiss, she moaned and met him, opening to his need.

  Kell could almost see them begin to heal the wrongs of that night in Dallas and start to bond. He gritted his teeth. Fuck, he wanted to be with them. In the past, he’d always believed that he used Eric and Tate as cover so he wouldn’t have to be responsible for any woman. Now he realized he liked being a part of this weird family. He didn’t want cover; he wanted partners. He wanted this woman.

  He couldn’t have them, of course. He couldn’t trust anymore. Truthfully, he didn’t even know how to try. But that didn’t stop him from wishing he could bond with them.

  For a moment, he considered walking out. These three didn’t need him. Leaving later, after he’d tasted Belle, would only hurt more.

  As Tate ended the kiss with a little growl, Eric placed a hand on her bare hip possessively and swiveled her in his direction. “What do you say, Kell? You want to teach her how to suck a cock?”

  His breath nearly left his body. He’d likely had a hundred subs get to their knees before him, but the thought of Belle being there threatened to unman him.

  Shit, he had to get out of here now. If he were a strong man, he would tell Tate and Eric to care for her always, never to let anything come between them. Then he’d exit stage left so he could keep his soul intact.

  His feet wouldn’t move. They were planted here, along with his fucking cock, which didn’t care that he would be devastated later. It only knew that she was here and she was naked and that he wanted her more than his next breath.

  Just a couple of nights. That was all he could have.

  “Belle, do you want this?” The words fell out of his mouth.

  “Do you?” She bit her lip nervously.

  She doubted her appeal? After the way he’d treated her in Dallas, no wonder. Remorse lashed him. He’d shoved his baggage on her. For the hundredth time, he wished he’d handled that night better. Since he’d been an ass then, all he could do was try to reassure her now.

  Kell brought her close and cupped her face in his hands. “I’ve never wanted anyone more. But I’m leaving this up to you.”

  “Then yes. I’m nervous, though. What if I’m not any good at it?”

  “We’ll teach you.” Tate smiled her way. “I’m a really patient tutor. Ask Eric. I got him through Algebra II. But this will be way more fun. I’m going to like grading your homework.”

  Tate’s humor broke the tension in the room for a moment, and Kell rolled his eyes, then grinned affectionately. “Crazy nerd.”

  With a shrug of his big shoulders, Tate smiled. “You know me…”

  Kell did, and his friend would treat Belle the way she deserved. For now, he was just glad they were all allowing him this opportunity, this moment.

  “All right, then. Come with me, Belle. The only thing I require is your promise to tell me if you’re uncomfortable at any time.” He gave her an expectant look.

  “I promise,” she murmured.

  “Good. I want this to be pleasant for you.”

  He settled back on the chaise while Eric and Tate brought her forward. She was a beautiful, luscious gift, and he couldn’t be more thankful they were giving her to him—at least for now.

  “On your knees, Annabelle,” Kell instructed. “Unzip my pants and take my cock in hand. Unlike our overeager friend there, I want you to undress me.”

  Belle fell to her knees, her hands shaking just a little. Something inside him softened. Kell had grown so accustomed to subs who performed this task simply because they liked turning over their power or wanted their itch scratched in return. This meant something to her.

  He took her hands in his own. “Are you scared?”

  The thought that she might be afraid of him crushed Kell. He couldn’t accept her love, but he wanted her trust. It was imperative she knew that he would shelter and protect her.

  “I’m nervous. I’ve wanted to be with you all for months. I never imagined you’d want me back.”

  “Why not?” He frowned.

  She shrugged and couldn’t quite meet his gaze. “We come from different worlds. I was your secretary.”

  “Office manager,” he corrected with a little smile.

  Her lips, swollen from kissing, curled up. Kell wanted to feel them on his own. Before he could bend to her, she said something that shocked him to the core.

  “You’re three white guys and I’m—”

  “Beautiful to the men who think the world of you?” he countered sharply. “That better be what you meant to say.”

  “C’mon, Kell. I don’t have a problem with it. I know that attraction is attraction and most people these days feel the same way, but not everyone. Some of your clients might have a problem with it.”

  “You haven’t seen the way some of our clients look at you then,” he said with a shake of his head because half the time he wanted to chuck them right out of the office. “All they tend to see is that we have a luscious assistant. You’re our lovely Belle. Period.”

  “If anyone has problems with it, they’re small-minded assholes and we don’t want them as clients,” Eric growled. “We want you just as you are. I wouldn’t care if you were purple.”

  “I would!” Tate looked at them like they’d gone mad. “If Belle was purple, that could indicate some life-threatening respiratory issue.”

  They all laughed.

  “Figure of speech, buddy.” Eric clapped him on the back.

  “Oh. Then, what they said. I think you’re beautiful and I wouldn’t want you any other way.”

  Her eyes slid away from them. “Are you sure?”

  Kell tugged, pulling her into his lap and settling her head on his shoulder. “Why don’t you know how gorgeous you are to me?”
He tilted her head up. “You’re the most beautiful thing I’ve ever seen. God, Belle, you make me wish I was a better man. If you get anything out of this, know that you are everything I could ever want. I’m so sorry I made you feel bad that night in Dallas. It was about me, love, not you.”

  Belle teared up. “That’s very kind.”

  No, it was the truth. But words wouldn’t show her how he felt. He brought his mouth down on hers, reveling in the soft feel of her body against his. He licked at that sexy bottom lip and growled, letting her know he wanted inside. Her mouth flowered open, giving him access. Kell moved in and dominated the kiss, sinking deep and drowning in her flavor, his tongue dancing against the silk of hers.

  She softened against him the minute he took control. Belle was so naturally giving, so perfect. She breathed into him, her nipples hardening against his chest. His cock, already rigid, turned to stone.

  Over and over, he kissed her, caressing her back, saying without words how precious she was. She melted into him a little more. This was what she needed, to know how beautiful she was, how much he wanted her. Now that she was in his arms again, he realized that her sexual experience—or lack thereof—didn’t matter. She could have fucked a thousand men—or none at all—and she would still be Belle. That innocent light would still be a beacon to assholes like him because she was a good, lovely soul. No amount of sex would ever change that.

  He brushed her lips again, then looked deep into her eyes. The connection between them tugged at something in his chest. “Belle, can you forgive me for the hurt I caused you?”

  She blinked at him and sent him a small, forgiving smile. “It’s all right, Kellan. I understand. Will you stay with us as long as you can?”

  God, he’d basically admitted he was going to use her body without giving her his heart, and she still wanted to touch him, comfort him, share herself with him. He was so fucking selfish, but he couldn’t walk away yet. Later, he would find the strength to do it, but not tonight. Right now, he needed to show her just how amazing she was.

  “I want to feel your mouth on me, Belle. I want you to take those sexy lips and wrap them around my cock. Lick me all over. Taste every inch of me. There’s no wrong way for you to do it. I’ll love everything you do to me. Are you ready?”

  “I am.”

  “Good,” he murmured. “There’s one thing I need you to do.”

  “What’s that?”

  “Let go of your inhibitions. They don’t have a place here. With us, you can explore safely because you have three men who want you so badly. Together, we’ll help you find what works for you and what doesn’t. So put your mouth on me. We’ll go from there.”

  When Belle nodded, he saw a contentment in her eyes he’d never seen. She wanted to please and serve, and now he was giving her an outlet for her submissive nature.

  As she slipped off his lap and to the floor, naturally bowing her head, Kell sighed. Shit. She really was just perfect.

  Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Tate and Eric, preparing the bed and ensuring they didn’t have to stop later for condoms. Eric had ditched his clothes as well. Kell would have smiled at his friends’ eagerness if he wasn’t so desperate to feel Belle’s hand on his fly and her mouth around his cock.

  Her hands weren’t shaking as she eased down the zipper of his slacks and folded over the sides. Though he wanted to growl and demand she move faster, he forced himself to remain still. His cock strained against his boxers, but he couldn’t stop her exploration. There was a look of wonder on her face as she drew his cock into her hand and stroked up, causing him to shudder. As she stroked down, he really had to concentrate on not coming in her hand like some teenager. It would be downright embarrassing. He’d wanted her for too long to end it so soon.

  Her fingers played over the sensitive skin of his cock, little brushes that only made his struggle for control even more difficult.

  “Do you like what I’m doing?” Belle whispered.

  “I love it.” His voice was a guttural groan. “But you don’t have to treat me like I’m breakable. Grip me. Squeeze me in your hand.”

  Tate sank to his knees behind Belle. “I just want to touch you, but don’t stop what you’re doing, baby. When you’re done with Kellan, I’m going to put my mouth on your pussy and eat you until you come just for me.”

  Belle shivered, but her eyes were dilated. No doubt about it. Dirty talk did something for her. They might have to be careful with her body, but she wasn’t going to run away because they showed her how hot and dirty sex could be.

  She gasped suddenly, and with his eyes rolling into the back of his head, Kellan could only guess what Tate was doing to her, probably rubbing her clitoris, getting her even wetter than the spanking.

  “Belle, he’ll stop if you don’t take care of Kellan, and we’ll start all of this over again.” Eric’s voice was a firm warning as he dropped a hand on Belle’s head and nudged her closer to his waiting cock. “You’ll be spanked again, with less thought to pleasure and more about punishment. There will be no release for you until you take care of Master Kellan. Understood?”

  Kell loved the thought of being her Master, but Eric was handling her well. It took everything inside Kell not to take over, but he was determined to honor Eric and Tate’s claim on her since they intended to stay.

  Belle took his dick in a light grip, as though she was afraid of scaring or hurting him.

  “Eric?” His partner would know what to do.

  Eric tugged on Belle’s hair until she craned her head back to stare at him. “Do we need to start all over? Maybe skip the orgasm Tate was planning to give you to make you understand Kellan wants it harder?”

  “No.” She looked distressed that Eric wasn’t pleased with her.

  “Reply with a ‘yes, Sir.’”

  “Yes, Sir,” Belle said, downright breathy.

  The sound just reinforced Kell’s cock with more blood-laden steel.

  “Good. Stroke him harder. He won’t break.”

  She licked her lips, obviously trying to focus. “Yes, Sir.”

  Her small hands tightened. Sensation immediately shivered up his staff. He hissed, then let out a breath, wrestling for control again. “That’s it. So fucking good. Now lick the head of my cock.”

  Blinking up at him, Belle watched with slightly anxious dark eyes as she leaned in and swiped her tongue across the sensitive head of his dick. Heat burst through his system. Before he’d even recovered, she enveloped the wide head of his cock into her little mouth. Watching her struggle to open wide enough to take him all in at once turned him the fuck on.

  Finally, she managed, and he groaned at the feel of her soft tongue cradling his cock as the heat of her mouth bathed him with sizzling need. It took everything he had not to grab a fistful of her hair and thrust up and deeper, past her lips. She was new at this and a little nervous. Kell knew he had to restrain himself and talk her through this, build her confidence so her first experience bolstered and pleased her.

  “Suck me deeper inside your mouth.” He wasn’t going to last forever. Hell, as on edge as he felt now, Kell feared he wouldn’t even last long, especially not when he watched more of his cock disappear between her lips and she sucked him deeper.

  “Ah, god, Belle. Yes. Now stroke the inches that won’t fit in your mouth and suck in all you can.” She did exactly as instructed, and he sagged back on the chaise with a groan, losing himself to the sea of pleasure drowning him. “That’s a good girl. Fuck… Now use you free hand to cup my balls.”

  He was pleased his voice remained steady and that he didn’t sound like a maniacal pervert ready to growl and fuck her throat. Later, he would. He didn’t want to use Belle now, but he ached to share this experience with her.

  Over and over, she dragged her mouth up, then slid back down his sensitive length. The wetness, the heat, that goddamn suction that had him losing his mind… All her anxiety seemed to have evaporated, and she began to suck his cock in ea
rnest, finding her rhythm.

  Belle groaned as she glided her teeth across the tip of his cock ever so gently. The tiny bit of pain blended with the soft brush of her thumb over his testicles. Oh hell, he’d never felt anyone attend to his pleasure in this particular mind-blowing way. In the middle, she wrapped her palm even more tightly around the base of his cock. The friction from that touch matched the drag and pull she administered to his sensitive head. God, she seemed to understand what he wanted perfectly. Her tongue rolled over his flesh, drawing him closer and closer to the edge. Kellan wondered how the fuck he’d ever do without this—without her—again.