Author: Roni Loren
Soon, a second set of hands touched her hair, her nape, and then lips were on her neck. Jace. The soothing comfort of having him there behind her added to the dreamlike buzz overtaking her senses. She wanted to dissolve into a puddle between them. Her limbs went liquid and the energy around them seemed to shift. This was supposed to be exciting, edgy, fun. That’s what ménage was about. But being between the two of them suddenly didn’t feel as scandalous as it did right. Warmth was spreading not just between her legs but deep in her chest.
She had never really imagined what it would be like to be the recipient of so much attention. Hell, she’d spent much of her life cutting her own skin just to prove to herself that she wasn’t, in fact, invisible to everyone. But this amount of focus and affection was almost too much for her to process.
“God, I love how you taste, your scent,” Jace whispered against her skin as he placed open-mouthed kisses along her spine. “You’ve always been so damn perfect, Evan. Always.”
The words and his use of her name were too much, the niggling worry exploding into an all-encompassing surge of anxiety. She yanked against the chains holding her arms above her head and pulled back from Andre’s kiss. “Yellow.”
Andre’s eyes met hers, his concern obvious, and Jace stopped what he was doing behind her. “What’s wrong, bella?”
She closed her eyes, taking in a full breath, trying to hold it together. She couldn’t do this. Couldn’t do lovemaking. She wasn’t strong enough for that. Not with these two. “Please, nothing romantic. I just want . . . I . . . Just the game. Please. Sir.”
Andre’s frown was deep when she opened her eyes again, but after a searching gaze, he nodded. Without another word, he uncuffed her hands, bringing her arms down to her sides, and then squatted to unhook her ankles from the spreader bar.
“I’m sorry, it’s . . .” She let the words trail off, not sure how to finish the sentence.
Jace stepped out from behind her, his face an unreadable mask. He tapped her chin with the flat end of the riding crop. “No more talking, pet. Andre’s in charge, not you.”
Andre rose after freeing her from the bar and pulled off his boxers. He gripped his erection and stroked his thumb over the glistening tip. “This is what you want, bella? No kissing and sweet stuff, just a hard cock ready and willing? ’Cause I can do that, too.”
She wet her lips. She wanted all of those things—the sweet and the dirty—more than she cared to admit. But the romantic part was way too dangerous. Her heart always led her down the wrong path. She refused to follow its siren call again. She needed to keep her mind centered on the physical, on the insistent ache between her thighs and not the one the guys were causing in her chest. “Yes, sir. That’s what I want.”
He moved past her and sank onto the bed, spreading out on his back, beautiful and naked and aroused. “Jace, bring her here and get her head back in the right place. If she’s thinking this much, we aren’t doing our job.”
Jace grabbed the back of her collar, the pressure pushing against the front of her throat. “Come on, pet. Let’s get you focused.”
Jace led her to the bed and hauled her onto it. Once she was on her knees, his fingers threaded into her hair and gripped tight. “Show Andre what a talented mouth you have.”
Without finesse, he pushed her head downward, and she opened her mouth to take in Andre’s awaiting cock. Andre let out a deep grunt of appreciation, and between that response and Jace’s almost painful grip on her hair, there wasn’t any room left for thought. As Jace guided her up and down with unrelenting precision, her jangled nerves faded into the background, and her senses took over—Andre’s masculine flavor, the two men’s intermingling scents, and Jace’s control over her movements.
She focused on giving pleasure, on truly submitting, and on the consuming sensation of that loss of control. There was safety in that mindless state.
“Keep going, Ev. You know what to do.” Jace released her hair, and the bed dipped as he adjusted his position. She continued to swirl her tongue around Andre’s length, loving the fact that with each swipe his thigh muscles tightened beneath her like he was barely maintaining his own control.
“Now, Jace,” Andre ordered.
Before she registered what he’d said, the sharp bite of the riding crop smacked the back of her thigh. She gasped around Andre’s cock as the stinging sensation raced over her skin. Jace gave her a second’s pause, enough for her to call a word if needed. But when none came, he rained a set of lightning-fast blows against her bare bottom and thighs. Holy Lord. Fire lit up her nerve endings and sent luscious zinging heat straight to her most sensitive parts. She hummed her pleasure against Andre’s shaft.
Andre rocked his hips forward, guiding her to take more of him. “Ooh, you like the feel of the crop, sweet bella. Jace does a good job, doesn’t he?”
She nodded as best she could.
“Spread your knees for him,” Andre directed. “Give him a pretty little target.”
She braced her hands on Andre’s thighs and adjusted her position, leaving her knees spread and exposed from behind while she continued to pleasure him.
The riding crop traced along the bottom curve of her ass, slowly, methodically, and then flicked, sharp and quick, against her pussy. She cried out around Andre’s cock, the rush of pain and pleasure almost launching her into orgasm.
Andre grabbed her head. “Enough. You’re tempting me to finish this way.”
She followed his directive and looked up to find him propped up on his elbows, eating her up with his gaze. Her eyes automatically shifted downward. “Sorry, sir.”
“Ah, look at you. Not just beautiful but submissive by instinct. You’re going to be the fucking death of us both.” He reached out and grabbed a condom from the side table. “Come here, bella. I’ve waited long enough.”
After donning protection, Andre palmed her waist and she scooted up to straddle him. Jace slid off the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. She bit her lip, the reality that Jace was going to watch her fuck another man settling in. The knowledge came with equal parts guilt and illicit desire. Did they really do this with no jealousy? She couldn’t imagine standing by while either one of them had sex with some other chick. The thought made her want to grow talons and scratch the hypothetical bitch’s eyes out.
Jace gave her a nod, reading the question on her face. “It’s fine, Ev. I’m fine. You’re not the only voyeur in the room. Enjoy yourself.”
Andre’s hands traced up her sides, bringing her attention back to the handsome man beneath her. “Blindfold her, Jace. I only want her focused on one thing.”
“No, it’s okay, I’ll—”
“Hush, bella. Not your choice.”
Jace grabbed a strip of fabric from a drawer in the side table and tied it tight over her eyes, blocking out all but the faintest hint of light. Her heart began to hammer, but she didn’t have time to worry further because Andre’s large hands spanned her hips and drew her down onto his cock without ceremony. Oh, my. The sweet invasion dragged all her attention back to center, to the sensation of her body stretching to envelope his hard heat. “Mmm.”
“That’s right,” Andre soothed as he guided her up and down in an impossibly patient rhythm. “Ride my cock. You feel so good around me—so hot and wet.”
A ragged breath sounded to her right, and she knew Jace was watching them, listening to Andre’s words. Picturing Jace standing there, hard and ready, getting off by seeing her take her pleasure with someone else was beyond erotic.
“You know how perfect you look right now, bella?”
She shook her head as she dug her nails into Andre’s ribs, keeping the slow pace though she ached to have him fuck her harder, faster. “No, sir.”
“So perfect that Jace can’t help breaking the rules by stroking his own cock while he watches you,” Andre said, his voice like velvet against her ears.
She groaned and another rush of heat flooded her sex, enveloping Andre’s already slick shaft. She could picture Jace there—muscles tight, sweat dampening his blond hair, his hand giving slow, firm strokes to himself while he watched her ride Andre’s cock. Oh, God. Pleasure, quick and urgent, coiled low in her belly, and she had to suck in a deep breath to reel herself in. One touch to her clit and she would go off like a firecracker.
Using her hands to guide her, she leaned down to Andre’s chest, finding those nipple rings she’d been fantasizing about and brought her mouth down on one of them. She drew her tongue around the hardened nub and sucked the metal ring into her mouth, tugging in the process.
“Shit, that’s nice,” Andre said, his muscles going tense beneath her.
The cool touch of leather tracked down her spine as she worked—Jace’s riding crop cataloguing each vertebrae. “Don’t be shy, Ev. Andre likes the bite of pain with his fucking just like you do.”
The riding crop snapped against her upper back in three successive jolts, lighting up her skin in radiant waves. She automatically bit down on Andre and he quaked beneath her, digging his fingers deeper into the curves of her hips and muttering a string of Spanish.
She took that as positive feedback and moved to the other side, pulling the ring with her teeth and clenching her inner muscles around him as she plunged down on his cock again. She loved that she didn’t have to hold back, could be as bad as she wanted to be because neither of them was going to judge her. This was nothing like sleeping with the few guys she’d dated in the past where she was always trying to guess what was the right or wrong thing to do. With Andre and Jace, it was all instinct, a primal place where there was no wrong way.
Jace continued with the riding crop, making her feel as if static had replaced the blood in her veins, and Andre finally gave in and picked up his pace, thrusting into her with near abandon.
Their bodies turned glossy with sweat and Andre’s grip on her hips began to slide. “Lean back, bella,” he said, his voice gritty.
She braced her hands behind her on his thighs and tilted her head back, letting her hair tickle the skin that Jace had lit on fire. Andre brought his hands down lower and flicked his thumb over her clit.
“Oh,” she ground out, the word catching in her throat.
“Not yet, bella,” Andre warned. “Not until I say.”
Her nails bit into his skin as he continued to strum his thumb over her hot button. She didn’t know if she could wait, if she could hold on much longer. Desire wicked through her like wildfire and she could feel the orgasm hovering on the edge of her control. Just one more stroke and . . .
Smack! Smack!
Fire lit up her nipples and she cried out, her voice echoing off the wood floors. Then ecstasy, hot and fierce, slammed her. Jace hit her again and her mind went fuzzy with the sensation of it all. She couldn’t even lift her head—all she could do was ride Andre and feel everything.
A deep moan ripped out of Andre, and his cock pulsed inside her, giving her his release with the force of a bullet train. But just when she was about to tip over with him, he moved his hand away from her clit. She whimpered in protest.
“Lift up, bella. You’re not done.” He grabbed her arms and braced her hands against his chest. His breathing was rapid beneath her fingertips. “You’ve earned her, Jace. Take her.”
She pushed upward, lifting off Andre’s cock, and firm hands palmed her waist from behind. Her mind was still reeling, but the chill of gel being spread over her back opening jerked her back to the present.
Jace kissed the base of her spine. “You’re not ready to take both of us together, but you’re going to take me.”
Andre found her clit again and stroked her with fingers slick with her juices. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold, the delicious pleasure almost sending her straight into orgasm. “Yes, sir.”
