He held her tighter, his grip nearly bruising in its intensity. “Too much. I thought it would be fun. Experiencing something new. Life was too short. I thought, so why not?” He inhaled slowly. “The idea of giving that to you, that kind of total pleasure? To watch as it completely takes you over…I think it will ruin me for anyone else. That nothing else will be good enough.”
She sifted her hands through his thick dark hair and pulled his head down so she could bite his chin. Then she looked into his eyes and smiled. “I was just thinking the same thing.”
And she was. This would always be her fantasy. Her memory. If they stopped now it would still have been the best sexual experience of her life. Nothing could top the desire she felt for them, the care they were taking with her.
Nothing.
“Set her down, Flynn.” The now familiar whiskey voice made her shiver. Chris.
Flynn obeyed, dropping her legs and letting her slide slowly down his body. She felt the heat and length of his cock against her hip, her stomach, her breasts. She wasn’t sure when her feet hit the floor, because she was so focused on the other sensations.
Chris put his hand on her shoulder and turned he
r around to face him. She felt her eyes widen as she took him in. Doctor Williams was the sexiest redheaded giant she had ever seen. With a smattering of auburn curls, his chest was wide and beautifully sculpted. His waist was narrow, highlighting a body that was made entirely of muscle.
How was he able to treat patients without being accosted by every red-blooded nurse who passed his way?
Her gaze lowered and froze. He was big everywhere. Like Jimmy. Only wider. Thicker. Her mouth watered, her thighs clenched, and just like that, she was needy again. Aching for more.
Chris took his cock in hand and studied her. “I’m calling dibs.”
His words forced a surprised laugh from her throat. “What?”
Chris’s tone was playful, but his eyes were heated as they glided up and down her body. “Flynn was the first to tell you he wanted you. Jimmy was the first to kiss your lips. To taste your sweetness.” He glanced over her shoulder. “I want her too much to wait.”
Flynn chuckled. “Told you he was competitive, Georgia.”
She turned to see Jimmy staring at him through his long, dark eyelashes. “Not this time, Flynn. Just as needy as the rest of us.”
He nodded and Chris took that as his cue, pulling her into his arms and kissing her senseless. He was so big. Once again she was lifted off her feet. It was a sensation she was beginning to love.
She lifted her mouth when they landed back on the large mountain-man sized sofa, Chris lying flat on his back and her on top of him. She was still wearing her damp, slightly twisted red silk panties.
She heard the sound of foil being torn, felt his large hand slide between their bodies. Was he trembling? She raised her head, only to be captured in his deep blue gaze. This was more than just a tipsy experiment. The power of the desire she could see there would have buckled her knees if she were standing.
“Georgia, I…” He closed his eyes and his big body shuddered as she covered his hand with her own, helping him roll the condom down his rigid erection. “I knew you would be a difficult patient.”
She tsked playfully. “I’m just trying to help, Doctor. Now, would you like to practice your bedside manner on me, or should we continue?”
He growled, gripping her hips as he guided her to his thick erection. A male hand tugged her panties so far to the side that she heard a small tear, but she didn’t care. It was suddenly the sexiest thing in the world to her, the little sign that they didn’t want to unwrap their present. Not completely. Not yet.
She felt the head of his cock slip through her wet arousal and she clenched her muscles in anticipation. With his first shallow thrust Georgia began to shiver, her body trying to stretch to accommodate him. She whimpered. “Chris.”
His fingers tightened their grip on her hips. “Now she says my name, “ he muttered. His voice guttural. “I’m already on the edge, baby. Already…yes, take me. You can take me.”
Jimmy’s lips caressed her neck, his hands stroking her back. Then Flynn’s hands. All of them watching, needing to touch her as she lowered herself onto Chris’s thick cock. “Oh God.”
She reached out with one hand balanced on the couch, the other reached behind her to stroke a male hip. Jimmy. He hissed. “That’s right, Georgia. Let him inside. Show us exactly what you want, exactly what you fantasized about.”
His words had her rocking against Chris, feeling her muscles instinctively tighten and release around him as her arousal grew. Jimmy stepped closer and her fingers slid across his hip and onto his erection. She closed her hand around him and tightened. Yes. Oh, yes, she’d fantasized about this.
“You’re turn, Flynn.” Jimmy’s rough comment made Georgia still the motion of her hips.
Chris groaned. “Don’t stop, baby. Please. It feels too good.”
It did. She could hardly imagine it feeling better. The idea was a little overwhelming. Frightening.
Intriguing.