Monroe, Melody S. - Chelsea's Pleasure [Pleasure, Montana 1] (Siren Publishing Ménage Everlasting) Read online

  “Oh.”

  An unexpected smile caught his lips. She was naïve but adventurous at the same time. Chelsea had the right combination of cheer and work ethic to fit right into their family.

  She wiggled her butt, and he realized he’d been off in his own little world. Once he left the land of her round orbs, he traveled lower and let his thumb brush against her enticingly naked slit to see her reaction.

  She groaned, a sound that made his cock even harder. He spread her legs wide and gently dipped a finger in her wet pussy. From the amount of fluid, his woman was quite excited, but rushing her would not be good. He wanted Chelsea to beg for him to take her, to really want what he was offering. He didn’t want to look back a year from now and think he took advantage of her in her distressed state.

  After adding a second finger, he curled his fingers to hit her sweet spot. Her butt rocketed off the bed.

  “Easy there. We’ve got all night.”

  “I’ve never felt anything like that.”

  “You’ve never really been pleasured then.”

  “Maybe not. I was hoping my homecoming would be a sort of awakening.”

  “Chelsea’s pleasure, so to speak?”

  She giggled. “Yes.”

  He inwardly groaned at her sweetness and had to adjust his jeans. “Enjoy the ride.”

  Needing to get a better angle, he rolled her over. This time, he couldn’t control the intake of breath. Her eyes popped open and she smiled. His heart pinged.

  Her scent filled his nostrils, and, keeping his gaze on her, he slid down the bed close to her delicious pussy. He realized that if he touched her intimately, he’d want her again and again.

  Go for it.

  He clamped his mouth on her pussy. Chelsea’s eyelids fluttered and her mouth opened as if he’d been able to take her to nirvana. Her passion spurred him on.

  He found the little nub again and pressed hard with his tongue.

  “That’s unbelievable.”

  She was such a responsive woman. Never would he have thought she’d be so free.

  He lifted his head. “I could eat your honeyed pussy for hours, but I want to sample other delicious parts of you.”

  She chuckled. Not able to keep away from her cute tits any longer, he slid up her body. Resting on his elbows to keep his weight off her, he lifted his jean-clad body a bit so he wouldn’t rub too hard against her.

  With his index finger he dragged the tip around the base, where her breast met body. “I love these.”

  “You didn’t seem to like them much at the party.”

  “Yeah, about that. I wanted you for myself. I didn’t want you to advertise your wares to others. I figured if we hadn’t had that storm the next day, the place would have been packed with suitors.”

  “I only had eyes for the Caulfield men.”

  “I hope that’s true.”

  She smiled, and he could have sworn she arched her back a bit. One stroke at a time, he dragged that finger up the side of her perfectly formed tits, but never actually touching her sensitive crest. Around and around he went until Chelsea squirmed under him.

  “You’ve got to touch me.”

  “I am touching you.”

  “No, I mean on my nipple.”

  He grinned at her lust. “Not until I’ve had my fill of the other one.”

  “You’re killing me.”

  That’s what he wanted to hear. “Good.”

  Repeating his sensual seduction on the other side, he finally gave in to her request and pressed on the tip.

  “Wow.”

  The more she reacted, the slower he wanted to go. He palmed the tip then closed his hand over her entire breast. She fit perfectly. She probably expected him to repeat the brushing motion on the other side, but instead he licked the tip and only the tip.

  “Preston!”

  “You want me to stop?” He knew she didn’t.

  “No, but why are you torturing me?”

  Because I love you. “I’m educating you in the fine art of lovemaking.”

  She pushed up on her elbows. “You mean you’ll—”

  He placed a finger on her lips, not wanting her to say the words. “Just feel.”

  Chelsea fell back down, and he tended to the other side. When he’d thoroughly ravished every inch of her skin, he flipped her over once again.

  “Scoot up and keep the pillows under your stomach.”

  She obeyed, but from the slow movement, she was trying to decide what he had in mind.

  “Don’t worry. I’m not going to enter you from behind. You couldn’t take my large cock anyway.”

  She started to flip over when he stayed her with a hand. She rolled back. “How do you know?”

  “Are you interested or just asking on an academic level?”

  She shrugged. “I might be interested.”

  That would make Luke’s day. “Tell you what, let me get something out of Luke’s room. Purely academic in nature. It’ll help you understand why I won’t fit.”

  “What are you going to do?”

  He was pleased fear wasn’t present this time. “Weren’t you the one who said to be patient?”

  Not waiting for her answer, he patted her adorable butt and rushed across the living room. From Luke’s dresser, he pulled out a box that contained newly packaged plugs, all silver and quite expensive, but then his brother liked fine things.

  At the doorway to his old room, he divested himself of his boots, socks, pants, and shirt. Naked, he walked to the bed and climbed on, ready to give Chelsea the ride of her life.

  Chapter Seven

  Chelsea let out a breath as soon as Preston returned to the room. They’d been in the middle of the most erotic interlude of her life. She yearned to have his big cock inside her. All that touching and rubbing had gotten her so hot she was dripping on the sheets. Good thing his mom’s almost-pristine comforter rested on the chair.

  He lightly knocked on the doorframe. “I want you to close your eyes and drift off to a good place.” God, but the man had a smooth voice.

  He came back to the bed and sat. She’d closed her eyes just as the palm of his hand trailed down her back in small swirls. Her muscles and mind picked up where he’d left off. After he made his way downward, he began again, only this time with his mouth. He kissed her shoulder and her neck. But it was when he lifted the hair from the nape and planted kisses under her ear that she nearly screamed his name. She wanted him so badly.

  His leg touched her inner thigh and it took a moment to realize he was naked. “Ah, Preston? Can you tell me what you’re wearing?”

  “Now where would the surprise be in that?”

  As if to show instead of tell, he slid forward, and his hard cock lodged neatly against her clit.

  “Oh, my God.”

  “He’s not here, but I am.”

  She appreciated his attempt at levity. “You’re conceited.”

  His hands squeezed her butt cheeks in reply, but he used a light touch. As he massaged her rear, his hands moved inward and down as if he was preparing her for something new. She understood what he wanted, and if he asked, she’d let him help her realize the allure.

  Paper ripped. “What’s that?” She would have lifted and turned around, but she knew Preston liked it when he surprised her.

  A jar opened and a hint of mint wafted toward her. Preston’s mouth found her crack and he dragged his tongue lower, getting her wet. She was ready for the new experience, but when he pressed in a slippery finger through her tight rings, she clenched.

  “Relax.”

  With his other hand, he massaged each of her cheeks until the muscles in her “nether hole” gave up the fight. Preston continued to work in his finger, sliding surprisingly far. When he crooked his finger, strange explosions happened. Nice but different from when he touched her clit. The more he pressed, the more stimulating the area became. It was when he added the second finger that her muscles tightened on their own. She forced herself to r
elax.

  “That’s a good girl.”

  He kissed the back of her thighs, never expecting him to reach between her legs with his other hand and rub her needy pussy. “Oh, yes.”

  Preston continued the double assault, and she climbed higher. As suddenly as the extra touch started, he pulled out.

  “This might be cold.”

  What might be cold?

  Something hard pressed against her tight ring. “What is it?” Damn, she should let it be and not ask.

  “It’s called a butt plug and it’s designed to stretch you out. It’s like a dildo, only made to fit in your ass. Luke and I want you to wear this for a couple of days. You can take it out to wash only.”

  She’d never heard of anything so outrageous, but when he pushed in a bit more, her pussy contracted. Then he twisted the plug, and her bundled nerves sang out. Never would she have thought something in her behind would feel so good.

  “You like that?”

  “Mmm.”

  With a final push, the plug seemed to be in. The only problem was that if she moved a fraction of an inch, it stretched and stimulated her at the same time. She couldn’t cook or move and not think of having a real man inside her.

  “It’ll take a little time for your body to understand a cock was meant to take you there. In a few days, and every day thereafter, Luke or I will give you a bigger one until we know that you can handle us.”

  Dear Lord. She was totally filled as it was. Her thoughts disengaged when he lifted her hips higher and repositioned the pillow beneath her. Preston climbed on top, his cock resting between her legs. Was this really happening? She waited for him to enter, but instead he leaned over and smelled her hair, his nose nuzzling her neck.

  “I can’t decide which part of you I like the best. You always smell so good.”

  He, too, was a mixture of sandalwood and pine, like a breath of clean mountain air. She lifted her rear to indicate he should hurry.

  He tapped her lightly on the butt. “Be patient. We’ll get to that in a moment. I want to savor everything about you.”

  Never had she thought any man could talk like that, especially the usually quiet Preston. For now, she’d give in to the moment and let him control what happened. When he shifted his weight, the plug drove in deeper, causing an intense electric current to shoot through her body. She found it hard to breathe from the radiating pulses.

  Chelsea widened her legs and Preston’s cock entered partway.

  “Oh, sweetheart, you are tighter than I ever imagined.”

  She hoped that was a good thing. Wanting him to plunge deeper, she pushed back, but then he retreated. He didn’t seem to understand her mounting need. “I want more.”

  He laughed and pulled out for a second before taking her again. This time he dove in harder, and her walls pressed down on his cock.

  “Dear God, Chelsea. You’re killing me.”

  Delighted, she squeezed again, only now both her pussy and her ass responded with such sensitivity, she was close to coming.

  Preston hadn’t used a condom, but if she ended up carrying his baby, she’d be the happiest person on earth. She loved him and wanted both him and Luke in her life. She’d overcome adversity before, and she’d do whatever was needed to gain their love.

  His hands dipped between the pillow and her body to take hold of her tits, one in each hand. When he rubbed each tip between his fingers and squeezed, she wasn’t sure she could last. Carnal desires swept her. But it was when he pumped with his cock into her over and over again, harder and faster, all the while dragging his tongue below her ear in that sensitive spot, there was no stopping the crescendo from spilling over.

  “Come for me, Chelsea.”

  She rocked back and forth, loving it when his tip slammed into the end of her womb. Blood pounded in her ears, and she ignored everything but him. “Preston!”

  He held tight and flooded her with his seed. Her breath caught as she waited for the pumping motion to stop. She swore his cock doubled in size, stretching her to the max.

  He’d been right. The plug added so much to the experience.

  It seemed he needed some time to recover, but he eventually rolled off her and slipped into the bathroom.

  He came back to the bed. “Roll over.”

  He wanted more sex? She had to catch her breath. When she obeyed, she was stunned by his naked form. Yes, she’d seen his bare chest, but his thick, still-rigid cock was a sight to behold.

  “I take it you like what you see?” He grinned and his cheeks dimpled.

  “Oh, yeah.”

  He moved in and swiped her pussy clean. “Now get dressed. Luke will be home soon.”

  * * * *

  Luke may well have come home that night, but not before she’d had time to clean up the kitchen, make him a care package, shower, and drop into bed. Her wonderful dreams kept her asleep most of the night. If she jerked in her sleep, the plug hit some sensitive spot, waking her up. She swore her pussy leaked all night long.

  She didn’t come fully awake until the front door closed, signaling either Luke had arrived early this morning or one of them was on his way to work. She was loath to move. Her pussy was sore but happy, and she wanted to enjoy a few more minutes of rest.

  The short-order cook would be taking the first shift, but she needed to get down there and prepare the marinades and chop the vegetables and salad ingredients for the lunch crowd.

  The moment she placed her feet on the ground, her butt plug wiggled, reminding her for the tenth time of being filled up with Preston. She tested the new sex toy. If she bent over, the plug hit a different set of nerves than when she stood straight and walked. How awesome was that? Sex on a stick all day long! She couldn’t wait for the real thing.

  There was one downside. Having something that large in her rear made her walk a little funny, but she doubted the cook would notice, given how he limped. She had considered removing it altogether and leaving it in the bathroom, but Preston wouldn’t be pleased when he found out.

  When she finally exited her den of pleasure, neither man was there. A note sat on the table. It was from Luke.

  Sorry, darlin’. Got tied up. Loved the dinner you left. Next time, I’ll be sure to attend.

  How sweet, and here she thought he might be avoiding her. Or was his note written out of guilt? In the time he was supposedly at Mrs. Hurley’s house, he could have replumbed the whole damned place. Nice to know he was such a handyman.

  Downstairs in her culinary domain, she relaxed and relived last night for the umpteenth time. She let herself picture what life would be like with both men, but she couldn’t make the picture in her mind come in clear. The fantasy was too much.

  Her cell beeped, indicating she had a text. She read the message a few times, not quite believing she was actually going to see her brothers this evening. That was sooner than she thought.

  Your brothers will be arriving in Bozeman tonight at 21:21 on Delta flight 4782 from New York. Please confirm receipt.

  She typed in her response. Her palms were sweating and her heart was racing way too fast. Her brothers were finally coming home. Relief began to seep in. At first, she’d pictured them on stretchers, hooked up to IVs, being carried down to the tarmac. Now she believed they’d walk toward her and encase her in big hugs.

  Their unexpected arrival wasn’t under the best conditions, but she refused to fall apart until after she knew the extent of their injuries.

  First things first. They’d need food. Before the Ross incident, she’d been staying at the house until they got back, at which time she planned to get her own place. Yikes. Step one was to find someone to take the dinner shift. Marge came to mind. Next, she mentally listed her to-do chores and realized she’d barely have time to get everything done.

  When she pushed open the door between the kitchen and the bar, a loud laugh reached her. About four of the fifteen tables were occupied. The usual suspects were present, with Luke at the bar getting organized f
or tonight.

  She slipped next to him. “Hey.”

  He grinned. “I heard you had quite the night last night. I’m so bummed I missed it.”

  “Shh. I don’t need to be reading about my exploits in the Pleasure News.”

  This time he laughed. “What can I do for you, darlin’?”

  “Clint and Sanford are flying in tonight and I need to take the day off. Can you get Marge to cover for me?”

  He positioned his back against the bar and pulled her to his chest, hopefully blocking her from most of the patrons’ view. “Preston mentioned they were flying home. You know I’d do anything for you, sweet cheeks.”

  She swatted his chest. “I’ll sweet cheeks you.”

  “Promises, promises.”

  When he placed his palm over the end of the plug and pushed, she nearly jumped from the erotic tingling. “Guess Preston told you about my new addition.” She kept her voice low.

  “Didn’t have to. For one, he’d hastily set my special box on top of my dresser instead of returning it to the drawer, and two, I can always tell when a woman is wearing one.”

  Oh, my. “Well, then I’m taking this out.”

  He leaned over and nuzzled her neck. “Don’t. I find it sexy.” Given he had to bend over close to a foot, everyone in the room would know what he was doing.

  Gently, she pushed him away. “Later.” He thought it sexy? Wow. She’d have to wear it all the time now.

  He straightened but still lightly gripped her arms. “When later?”

  “I don’t know. My brothers need me. I’ll come to work, but that may be all for a while.” She didn’t want to abandon them, especially with the passion she’d experienced with both men, but that couldn’t be helped. Family needed to come first. Surely, he understood.

  His lips pressed together as he nodded. “We’ll help with whatever you need.”

  She couldn’t love him any more, but she didn’t want to risk kissing him in front of the gossips. “Thank you.”

  Chapter Eight