Page 4 of Mr. Sandman (Country Love Collection #14)

Chapter Three

Gage’s kiss is nothing like Vaughn’s. It’s brutal and demanding and consuming, and within moments, I’m tangled in the tornado of heat spun up by the thrashing of our tongues.

Want consumed me. Licking and stroking, there was no teasing in this kiss, only conquering. Gage’s hand framed my throat, holding me like my mouth was only made for him.

When he finally let up, my head was spinning, but the soft mewl that escaped my lips begged for more.

“Chord,” Vaughn called to the other man, who waited and… enthusiastically watched. “Come take care of her tits.”

My passion-drunken stare slid to the last man. A quiet smile spread over his face, and as he came over to us, his hands rubbed together in anticipation. The movement made his tattoos dance along his forearms .

Gage nibbled at my ear, allowing me to familiarize myself with the last of their group.

“You have perfect tits, baby,” Chord rasped and stood by my left side.

I shivered, the tightness of my nipples increasingly painful.

“Tell her what you’re most afraid of, Chord,” Vaugh instructed, his hands still running in that soft holding pattern along the outsides of my thighs.

Chord grunted low, his eyes swirling with unbridled want. “Of being forgotten.”

He extended his arm, and in my stupor, I managed to make out some of his tattoos. Names. Face. Dates. Scenes. These weren’t just designs, they were memories. Of him. Of his life.

“I won’t forget you.”

“No, baby,” he purred with a smirk. “You definitely won’t.”

Chord flattened his palm to my stomach, holding my stare as he slid it higher, inch by inch, until my breast was in his palm. I sighed and felt my knees quiver. His lips touched down on the angle of my shoulder just as Gage captured my mouth again.

His tongue to mine. Chord’s fingers tugging and rolling my nipple. And Vaughn… the soft trail of kisses along my thigh. It was every sensation all at once, and I knew it was only the tip of the iceberg.

“You want all our mouths, don’t you, Tara?” Vaughn rasped against my inner thigh. “All our tongues worshipping your beautiful body. ”

Gage refused to relinquish my mouth as I moaned deep, the sound morphing into a choked gasp as Chord slid his hand to my other breast, massaging it as his mouth closed over my nipple.

Ache and lust hooked into every cell in my body. Before I could reel them in—before I could process the new onslaught of sensations—Vaughn’s mouth closed over my sex.

“Oh god,” I cried out, my hips bucking as he tongued my clit through my thong.

“She’s so wet already for us,” he told the others with a low hum of appreciation. “And so fucking sweet.”

And then I felt it, the cool rush of air against my slick folds as Vaughn slid my underwear down to the floor.Gage moved his mouth to my neck, biting and sucking on the flesh over my racing pulse just as Chord pulled my nipple between his teeth and sucked hard.

“Please,” I gasped, my back bowing.

But still Vaughn’s mouth didn’t return.

I peeled my heavy eyelids open, my erotic world coming into focus as I stared down my body.

One man on one side of me devouring my neck and mouth.

Another, with one knee on the bench at the base of the bed, kneading one breast while laving the other.

And the third, on his knees in front of me, staring at my pussy like it was the Holy Grail.

The holy cunt.

“Spread those lips, Tara. Show me how much you want a kiss.”

My hand shot between my thighs in eager obedience. I slid my finger through my slick folds and spread them wide, shivering when Vaughn’s hungry growl wafted warmth over my clit.

“Look at that glistening pussy. So swollen and wet and begging to be worshipped.”

All my nerves tingled, brought alive by his erotic praise.

I stared as Vaughn’s head tipped forward, my breath chained to my lungs, desperate to be set free with the first touch of his tongue.

But then Gage took my mouth in a rough kiss again, blocking my view just as Vaughn closed his lips over my clit and sucked.

My hand instantly left my body and reached for those thick, dark waves, gripping his hair and holding him to my core.

Desire thrashed through me like one natural disaster after another. Earthquakes of want. Fires of ache. And the growing tsunami of release.

“Should I let the rest of them have a taste, Tara?” Vaughn asked, and I felt the other two growl into my skin.

“Yes,” I murmured throatily.

“Then tell them,” he ordered, dragging his tongue along the length of my slit. “Tell them what you want.”

My teeth locked on my bottom lip, rolling it free as I found Gage’s bright blue gaze. “Taste me,” I told him and received a wolfish grin in response.

Gage lowered from my side, dropping to one knee and then another while Vaughn and Chord rose in perfect sync, like the swing of a pendulum.

Now, it was Chord who claimed my mouth in a kiss, his lips teasing and sucking my tongue.

Vaughn turned his attention to my breasts, plumping and sucking my nipple so hard I almost saw stars .

And when Gage covered my sex with his mouth, I did.

His tongue lashed over my clit with the same ferocity that he’d shown my mouth. Striking and flicking until I was gasping into Chord’s mouth and hanging onto him for dear life.

How was I even still standing?

“Oh my god,” I whimpered, mindless with pleasure—with the knot of ache I wanted released.

Gage growled into my sex and then sucked so hard on my clit that my knees buckled and I let out a small cry.

“Gage,” Vaughn warned, and I felt the other man’s low laugh against my folds.

“Is it my turn, baby?” Chord asked, nipping and licking along my mouth, and all I could think about was how that was what he would do to my pussy.

“I’d say that’s a yes,” Gage muttered appreciatively, sucking the fresh rush of desire that squeezed from my core. “Fucking juicing like a peach… and just as sweet.”

“Yes, Chord, please.” I tried to swallow and nodded.

“Tell me, baby. Say it,” he encouraged.

My teeth found his lip this time, biting firmly before I ordered huskily, “Suck my pussy, Chord. Have a taste.”

Once more, the pendulum of men swung around my body. Gage rose back up to my mouth, taking back his domain.

“You taste that, gorgeous?” He framed my chin with his hand and pushed his tongue deep. “You taste how much you want us?”

I moaned low and rubbed my tongue along his, tasting my own pleasure .

Vaughn moved to my right breast, teasing my nipple in the same way that had me arching into his mouth.

But Chord… he dropped in front of me, his big hands widening my stance before he set his mouth on me.

I cried out, and Gage hungrily swallowed the sound as Chord pinched my clit between his teeth with just enough force to set me on edge before flicking his tongue back and forth over the bud.

His touch wasn’t rough and demanding like Gage, it was torturously teasing, coaxing me to the very edge of release but never letting me have it.

“Doesn’t she taste like a peach, Chord?” Gage rumbled, dragging his thumb over my plump lips. “God, I can’t wait to stuff these with my cock.”

Yes. I moaned low.

“Yeah, you want that, don’t you, gorgeous? My cock all the way down your throat?” He pressed his thumb between my lips, and I instantly closed them around it and sucked. “Oh, fuck yes. You’re going to take it so perfectly.”

He threaded his thumb in and out of my mouth. Meanwhile, Chord pushed his tongue just inside my entrance, and I felt my inner muscles contract on their own. Wanting more. Wanting his cock. Desire gnawed at my insides like a hungry beast with fangs made of fire.

“Yeah, you’re going to be so fucking tight, baby. God, I can’t wait to feel that sweet ass of yours,” Chord groaned, and my eyes slid down, catching his dark stare before he dove back in on my pussy, doing that thing with his teeth on my clit that made my entire body quake.

“Please.” My head thrashed out of Gage’s hold as I gasped. “Oh please… ”

I didn’t recognize my voice or the words. There was no steel backbone or cold demand, only the sweetest vulnerability.

“Chord,” Vaughn’s deep voice clipped through the room, the tone an order to stop.

Immediately, the tattooed tongue god sat back on his heels, dragging his tongue over his lips in slow motion, licking my desire from them.

“What do you want, Tara?” Vaughn stood in front of me, cupping my cheeks and taking my face away from Gage, and finding my stare.

“You. All of you,” I panted. “I need you.”

“ Fuck ,” Gage’s low voice hissed next to me.

“Go,” Vaughn instructed Gage without looking at him.

I didn’t know where he was going. I assumed to join Chord, but I didn’t have time to wonder before Vaughn’s lips descended on mine, kissing me long and slow.

The spiral of sensations collected like the calm before the storm. I wrapped my arms around his neck and clung to Vaughn for dear life, sighing in relief when his arms came around me and lifted me off the floor, holding me as he navigated over the bench and then carefully set me on the bed.

The plush silk was cool on my burning skin. Instinctively, my thighs spread, so Vaughn rested between them, his thick cock wedged against my sex. He growled low when my hips began to rock against his, craving the friction, craving the feel of the fabric of his pants as it teased my swollen clit.

“God, you’re perfect,” Vaughn rumbled, tenderly— protectively—kissing my lips. “Tell me exactly what you want, Tara.”

“I want your cocks,” I murmured, boundaries and embarrassment incinerated under the flames of want. “I want all of you fucking me.”

“Good girl.” His rough praise made me whimper. “Such a good girl.”

He trailed kisses on my chin, down my neck, and along my sternum. My head tipped to the side, soaking in the pleasure, and that was when I saw them.

Chord and Gage.

Vaughn hadn’t been telling them to go away… he’d been instructing them to go get undressed.