Creation of Desire by Leah Brooke

“Tell me.”
    “He’s lick,-licking my bottom,” she finally managed to say.
    “Is he licking that little hole that I fucked last night?” Chase’s voice sounded low and gritty.
    “Yessss,” Rachel hissed.
    “Do you like it?” Chase asked silkily.
    “He can’t do that.” Rachel closed her eyes against such a forbidden sensation.
    “Apparently he can.” Chase chuckled and ate at her lips again. Chase’s mouth teased and demanded, cajoled and possessed, absorbing her moans and whimpers. He cupped her head in his hand, holding her tilted exactly how he wanted her to devour her mouth with his. Nips at her lips had them tingling before he bathed them with his tongue to soothe the sting. His hand on her neck caressed, using his thumb to stroke her jaw and keep her face lifted to his.
    Boone moved, shifting to sit in front of her and between her legs, his shoulders under her thighs, holding her up while his mouth ate at her slit. His hands on her bottom held her firmly in place.
    Rachel groaned into Chase’s mouth at the first swipe of Boone’s tongue on her slit. She was glad he held her up, because she would have already collapsed as he used his mouth to lick her all over.
    He teased her mercilessly, his tongue pushing inside her over and over before moving back up to lick her folds. His mouth burned hot and hungry on her, almost savage. He nipped at her thighs, and she trembled as the delicate skin became highly sensitized, the slight pang traveling straight to her pussy, making it weep even more.
      Chase lifted her head, and she opened her eyes to find his stare on her. He held her head up and tilted, watching her face as Boone’s mouth drove her higher and higher. Chase cupped her face, running his thumb back and forth over her cheek. “You are so beautiful, sugar. I love seeing you like this.”
    “Please,” she begged. Oh God, she couldn’t take any more.
    Chase covered her breasts with his hands once again and spoke to his brother. “Finish her off.”
    Rachel’s eyes fluttered closed as Boone’s lips closed around her clit. When he sucked hard at the throbbing bundle of nerves, Rachel cried out as her orgasm hit her. She would have fallen if Boone’s hands hadn’t been supporting her.
    Chase cupped her face, his own only inches away. He held her gaze as she came, his eyes turning gold as they held hers, not allowing her to look away. She cried out as the wave after wave of pleasure swept through her.
    Boone slowed his assault, dragging out her orgasm as Chase watched her. When Boone rose and moved to stand behind her, wrapping in arm around her waist, she slumped weakly against him. “You taste incredible, baby. I want some more of that sweet honey when we get you home.”
    “Oh God,” Rachel closed her eyes weakly. She couldn’t be around them and not be aroused, and every time she found herself alone with them, they made her come. Day, night, afternoon. At home, in their truck, now in the store. Sometimes she felt like that’s all she did. How could a woman fight against that?
    The sound of the door opening had her straightening. Boone let go but kept a large hand on her hip. She leaned against him, grateful for his steadying presence.
    Rachel smiled as Kelly came in followed by Blade.
    As they approached, she saw Kelly frown over her shoulder at her adoring husband. Rachel smiled when Blade merely raised a brow at his wife, completely unperturbed.
    Kelly huffed and marched up to the counter, ignoring him. “Hi everybody. Rachel, are you okay? You look kind of flushed.” Kelly reached out to touch Rachel’s cheek.
    Rachel felt her face burn.
      Blade laughed. “Rachel’s fine, love. Do your shopping.”
    Of course he would know what a woman who just had a mind-blowing orgasm looked like.
    Kelly’s face reddened as the implications set in.
    “Oh! Well then. Rachel, let’s leave the men alone. Come help me pick out some new panties.”
    Rachel rounded the counter and started to