The Buchanan’s Baby (Buchanan Brothers #7)(3)
Author: Alexx Andria

He’d oozed charm and easy-going grace but beneath that laid-back exterior, she’d seen the carnal hunger in his eyes that spoke to the hunger curling itself around her bones. She hadn’t played coy or hard-to-get; she’d played to win.

"Like what you see?" she’d asked boldly when he’d openly assessed what she had on display with the tight, form-fitting short dress. She knew she had a great body — years of competitive swimming had carved away any extra fat, leaving behind lean muscle — and judging by his slow grin, he agreed. "Attached?" she’d asked, getting straight to the point.

"No. You?"

"Would it matter?"

"Not really," he admitted, moving a little closer, his gaze caressing her body as if he already had the right. "I don’t pity any fool who would leave someone like you unattended in a place like this. His loss would definitely be my gain if you were attached." There was something arrogant yet plainly sexy about the way he’d perused her body and it’d sparked a fire inside of Shannon that had begun to heat her body with a flame she hadn’t felt in a long time. College had been long and filled with hours of study and tests and she was feeling reckless. He had just the kind of build she enjoyed — tall but not overly so, with lean muscle, similar to her own, his posture emanating strength and virility. "Shall we?" he asked solicitously and she accepted his hand as he lead her out of the loud, throbbing din of the club. The cool night air had kissed her exposed skin and goosebumps had rioted but he’d immediately warmed her by rubbing her skin while they awaited the valet to return with his vehicle. "What’s your name?"

She slanted her gaze up at him, noting with delight his beautiful, soulful eyes, and said, "Does it really matter? We both know this isn’t for anything but sex." She looped her arms around his neck and murmured, right before lifting her mouth to his, "Do you have a problem with that?"

"Not at all," he answered, plunging his tongue into the shelter of her warm and ready mouth, eager to taste and touch. She melted against him, as his expert tongue plundered and conquered as she willingly surrendered. "But I want you to know my name," he said.

"And why is that?"

"Because I want to hear you cry out my name when I’m making you cum, over and over again until you’re too weak to stand and when you leave in the morning, you’ll know exactly whose cock fucked you within an inch of your life."

Shannon graced him with a smile, impressed. "All right, I’ll bite. What’s the name I will be crying out in sheer ecstasy?" she asked with light humor but the wolfish smile he returned, sent more goosebumps tripping down her body as he pulled her tightly against him.

"The name’s Nolan Buchanan, love; remember it because I’m going to make you forget all other men after tonight."

"Tall order," she challenged breathlessly. "But I like your confidence — hopefully, it’s not misplaced or overblown."

At that, he’d laughed and she’d known, even then, that she was never going to forget that night.

Shannon sighed in longing at the scorching memory.

God, that man had made fucking an art. Shannon had never realized the many and varied ways one could completely dissolve into the most earth-shattering orgasm but Nolan had delighted in teaching her many things, including the unparalleled pleasure of being penetrated in both places at once. Even just thinking about it made her blush furiously but her legs scissored as she squeezed her thighs together, her core heating with slippery need.

"Have you ever taken a cock up your ass," he’d whispered against the shell of her ear as he held her tightly against the hard ridge of his abdomen, his rock-solid cock, pressing insistently against the cleft of her behind. Her breathing was harsh as she tried to recover from their last round and she nodded as she swallowed, squeezing her eyes shut as the last waves of her orgasm slowly faded. "How about two cocks at once?" his silky tone caused her to groan as she shook her head. "Well, you’re in luck. I have something you’re going to love." He whirled her around and he produced a large, silicone cock that looked suspiciously like his own. Her gaze widened in question and he laughed without a hint of modesty, saying, "Yes, I had it molded using my own cock. It’s amazing what you can discover on the Internet. Now," he advanced toward her with the dildo. "Come here, love. I want to stuff you full of Buchanan cock."

She gasped, intensely aroused by the idea and when he told her to lay down with her legs up, she laughed shakily and did as he instructed but covered her eyes with embarrassment as he threw her legs over his shoulder and insert the dildo between her folds. She sucked in a tight breath as the dildo stretched her passage but it bumped up nicely against her G-spot, abrading the sensitive patch with precision, just as Nolan’s flesh and blood cock had done. “And now for my favorite part…” he smeared a dollop of cool lube on her tightly closed bud and then eased the thick, fleshy head of his cock at her entrance. “Come on, baby, let me in,” he coaxed, gently pushing his staff past the sphincter, inch by inch, until the muscle stopped resisting and he slid in. Her stomach muscles trembled, overwhelmed by the sensation of being completely filled in both private places and her nipples hardened as intense arousal washed over her. It was so dirty and bad — God, she loved it. A groan escaped her, in spite of biting her lip to hold back her cries. Nolan grunted with pleasure as her tight hole squeezed his cock and he began to flex his hips against her. The dildo pressed unerringly against her sensitive pleasure spot deep inside while Nolan’s cock began to tease the wildly arcing nerve endings within her ass and she began to lose control quickly.

“Holy Jesus,” she cried, shaking all over, sweat breaking out across her body as she thundered toward another orgasm, only this one threatened to break her in half when it came and the idea frightened and excited her. “Oh God,” she said, trembling. “N-Nolan!”

“That’s right, baby, say my name,” he commanded, gripping her legs tightly as he pushed himself deeper inside her, the sound of their skin slapping together carnal music to her ears. “Say it!”

“N-Nolan! Oh God, that’s it,” she cried, unable to hold back. It was coming — and it was going to be big. Everything clenched and exploded in a wondrous cacophony of sensational pleasure and she might’ve blacked out for a moment because for a second, she lost all sense of time and space. When she came to, Nolan was jerking against her, his hips flexing in wild abandon as he lost himself inside her quivering body. He cried out and withdrew, collapsing beside her and for a long moment, neither spoke. She couldn’t have if she’d tried. Stars were still exploding behind her eyes and her body rocked with small avalanches of pleasure, clenching around the embedded dildo as if desperately trying to milk the silicone for its essence. Nolan slowly withdrew the dildo and she felt utterly bereft and empty without the pressure of both the dildo and Nolan’s cock inside her. Good God — so fucking fantastic and what a way to celebrate.