Page 7 of Seducing Serena

“We’ve been up long enough for you to be yawning and looking like you could use some more sleep,” Ford pointed out with a sharp look in his eyes that reminded her that they were in total charge of all decisions here in this place.

Serena sighed as something that felt like a boulder on her shoulders loosened and fell away. “Yes, Sir.”

She cooperated with Noah as he stripped her out of her clothes. He looked at her for a long few seconds before pulling her nightshirt over her head. She was amazed that his hot, intense gaze didn’t set her on fire.

He tucked her into bed before stripping to his underwear and climbing in beside her. Together they watched Ford do the same and climb in on her other side.

Ford laid on his back before pulling her into his side with her head on his shoulder. Noah slid closer to spoon against her back. She wanted to wiggle, but the presence of the two hot-blooded firemen stopped her so she lay stiff and still, afraid to do more than breathe.

“Relax, close your eyes, and sleep, honey,” Ford ordered gently two minutes later.

“Not sure I can, Sir,” she whispered as she used a single fingertip to trace a line down the center of his chest to the top edge of his boxers. “I need… something… to help me relax. Please, Master.”

She was not sure if she sounded sexy or not but had a feeling she had struck a nerve when Ford grabbed her hand and pulled it back up his body. He flattened her palm in the middle of his chest and laid his hand on top of it to hold it still.

“Behave or you’ll be sleeping on the floor with your hands cuffed behind you.”

Serena sighed and said a soft, “Yes, Sir,” before forcing herself to close her eyes.

At least that way she would look like she was sleeping, even though she was wide awake and horny. Noah’s hard cock pressing into the valley between her ass cheeks didn’t help her not-sleepy situation either.

It was only a few minutes before Ford began to snore softly. So, it wasn’t her who needed a nap, it was him.

Serena tried counting sheep and working multiplication tables in her head, but she couldn’t shut down her brain. She was wide awake and wanted to go exploring the Ranch, not lie here not sleeping.

She froze when Noah’s hand stroked down the front of her chest and belly between her body and Ford’s side. Would he give her the release her body demanded?

“You’ll have to hold very still so you don’t wake Ford,” Noah whispered, his breath wafting against her earlobe. “Can you do that?”

Serena nodded without saying a word.

A moment later, Noah’s hand slid over her hip and thigh to the hem of her nightshirt. He then began pushing the material north, clearing his way to her pussy. A moment later, his warm palm cupped her bare mound. Two fingers bracketed her needy clit as the tips of his fingers brushed over the opening of her pussy.

Her wet, needy pussy.

Shifting her hips, Serena hoped Noah would move his fingers and do more than just cup her mound. Instead of getting him to do more, her movements had the opposite effect.

He lifted his hand away from her body.

“No,” she breathed, the whine clearly heard.

“Are you going to stay still and quiet?”

“Yes, Sir. I’ll be good,” she promised, hoping her body would agree with her words.

“You’d better, because if you wake up Ford, we’ll both be in trouble. Only it will be your ass paying the penalty for not sleeping.”

Knowing he would not hesitate to sacrifice her to Ford’s wrath, she sighed before repeating, “I’ll be good.”

Her assurance earned her a kiss on the side of her neck just under her earlobe as his hand settled back against her mound. She fought to remain still when he began to stroke over the wet opening of her pussy. His movements remained slow and gentle.

“Such a good girl you are,” he praised as he massaged her clit between the sides of his first two fingers.

Serena couldn’t help the soft whining sigh that escaped as he played.

Noah’s fingers froze for several seconds. They felt like a lifetime to her. When Ford remained asleep, he shifted his hand so that two fingers could slip into her pussy while his thumb began to rub circles over her knotted-up clit.

Everything in her lower body tightened as she worked to remain still. She was able to follow his orders, just barely, until he curled his fingertips and stroked them over the special spot inside her channel. That simple touch sent her flying. She began to hump backward against Noah’s body in an attempt not to wake Ford while panting and fighting the urge to scream.

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