Winding one hand into her hair, he tugged, causing her head to tilt back, arching her back until her breasts were within reach of his mouth. Bending forward, he put his lips around one tight nipple and drew it into this mouth. He sucked hard then used his teeth to scrape the hardened pebble.
Her groan rippled through his body, causing his hips to thrust a little harder, a little fiercer.
The sounds she made low in her throat made him feel like a beast conquering his mate as he worked her on his dick.
He tasted the salty sweetness of her skin as he licked a path across her chest to her neglected nipple. When he bit down, her hips rotated in a way that made stars flash behind his eyelids.
Jesus, that felt amazing. His cock responded with a jerk, but he grabbed her hips and held her still.
He didn’t want to come. Not yet. He wanted to savor this moment, draw every drop of pleasure he could from it.
Pulling away from her breast, he released her nipple at the very last second, making her squirm and murmur something that sounded like a complaint.
“Stop.” His voice sounded like ten miles of bad road and her eyes flew open and locked onto his. “Don’t move.”
She didn’t speak and he thought maybe he’d lost her with the caveman routine. But she didn’t move, just continued to stare into his eyes.
“I’m not ready to come yet. You feel too fucking good. So fucking tight. When I do come, it’s gonna be after a good, long ride. And you’re gonna go first. At least once.”
Her lips curled into a smile that made his abs clench and his cock dance inside her. “You better hope you can live up to those words. You don’t look like you have much control left right now.”
Her pussy clamped around him, milking him, tearing at that control. He groaned, biting down on his tongue until he tasted blood, trying to bring his body back under control.
Then he smacked her ass, just hard enough to sting, and watched her expression go slack with pleasure, her lips parting on a gasp.
“I watched you that night at the party.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “You never saw me. I watched you try to look inconspicuous but that’s not you, is it? That’s not the real you.” He punctuated his words with another, slightly harder smack. This time she tried to roll her hips. He held her still, forcing his cock higher inside her. “You want someone to see you, really see you. The sexy woman you really are.”
Holding her hips again, he started an excruciatingly slow thrust-and-retreat that made her eyes close tight. Every movement made his balls draw up tighter until they felt like solid stone. Not giving in to the urge to come was taking a toll on his body he’d gladly pay forever.
He’d never felt so powerful as he watched each expression cross her face.
He
made her feel this way.
He
controlled her response and brought that look of sheer carnal lust to her face.
It healed a piece of himself he thought broken forever.
With a groan, he wrapped his arms around her waist and gave himself over to the rhythm beating through his veins. Her head fell to his shoulder, her hair trailing over his chest, heightening each sensation.
Turning her head, she sucked his earlobe between her lips then bit it. The pain lasted only a second but it lit a fuse that’d been primed for weeks. Since the first moment he’d seen her.
Catching the ends of her hair, he tugged until she lifted her head. Blindly, he sought her mouth, sealed her lips with his, and shoved his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers.
Her pussy felt wetter each time he pushed inside, her moisture soaking his cock and balls. Their skin, damp with sweat, fused together.
She moaned into his mouth as she came, her pussy quivering around his cock, her arms tight around his shoulders. He fought against the urge to release, but it was too much for him to take.
Seating her solidly in his lap, he thrust one last time, pouring himself into her until he had nothing more to give.
Chapter Five
Julianne didn’t know how long she lay against Erik, gasping for air.
She’d come so hard, she swore her teeth were loose.
She should feel drained, exhausted. At the very least, sleepy. And she did. To a point.
More importantly, she felt energized.
Inside her, she felt Erik’s cock still twitching. Her lips curved into a smile against the smooth skin of his neck on the undamaged side of his face.
Realizing her fingers were nearly embedded in his shoulders, she forced herself to flex them so she didn’t draw blood with her nails.
He made a low sound of protest, which she soothed by caressing his nape. When he angled his head to the side slightly, exposing more of his neck, she followed his silent request and rubbed her fingers along the tight muscle.
They sat there, breathing, until she felt his cock slacken and moisture begin to drip between them.
“We’re going to ruin this couch.”
Her voice sounded husky, sexy, and he responded by turning his face and nuzzling his nose into her neck.
“I don’t give a fuck about the damn couch. Don’t fucking move.”
Since she didn’t really want to anyway, she figured it couldn’t hurt to give into this demand—until
she heard movement behind her.
Keegan
.
She’d forgotten he was still there.
Which made her feel guilty for neglecting him. Which then made her feel ridiculous, considering the circumstances.
“I put a towel on the arm of the couch.” Keegan pitched his voice low. “I’m just going to—”
“Don’t go.”
Her head popped off Erik’s shoulder and she turned toward Keegan, still standing at the side of the couch. Their gazes connected and it felt right to stare into his eyes while trying to hold Erik’s softening cock inside her.
Beneath her, Erik stilled, waiting. She didn’t know for what. Did he think she didn’t want to be alone with him? That she considered him damaged or scary or some other foolish thing?
There were enough undercurrents in this room to make her feel like she was drowning. The scent of sex surrounded her, the gazes of these two men weighed down on her.
She’d had the best sex of her life tonight and she didn’t want that to end yet. She wanted Keegan to stay. She wanted both of them to take her but she didn’t know the right words for this exact moment.
Steady fingers gripped her chin and forced her to look at Erik.
“Say it. Whatever you’re thinking, just say it.”
Erik’s voice made her nipples peak and pussy ripple with a fresh surge of desire, so strong it took away her ability to speak. She shook her head, unable to clear her head enough to say what was on her mind.
Erik continued on. “God, you are
so
fucking beautiful and sexy and brilliant, you make me want to be worthy of your attention. The first time I saw you, I knew we needed you. I swore I had blue balls for a week after that damn reception.”
“It’s true.” Keegan shifted on his feet. “He couldn’t stop talking about you. I’ve never seen him like that before.”
Keegan’s quiet voice held regret and she grabbed for him, instinctively knowing he was about to back away. She caught his wrist just before he moved out of reach and held on tight.
“No. You’re not going anywhere.” Taking a deep breath, she forced a little more spine into her backbone. As gracefully as she could, she slid off Erik’s lap and stood, grateful her knees held her.
“I’m feeling pretty damn naked all by myself. I want you both to strip. Now.”
She held Keegan’s gaze as she stroked her hand up his arm, brushing her fingertips through his hair. She’d expected the curls to be wiry. Their softness surprised her. She sank her fingers into those waves and exerted just enough pressure to hold his attention.
Stepping into him until her nipples brushed against his shirt, she tilted her head back and rose onto her toes until their lips were only centimeters apart. When she closed her eyes, she felt his hot breath against her cheek seconds before his lips took hers in a searing kiss.
Keegan kissed her with an underlying sweetness that made her ache low in her gut. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she sank into the kiss, giving over to the erotic pull of the sexual tension running between the three of them.
Grabbing her hips, he pulled her tight against his fully erect cock then rubbed her mound against that hard ridge until she wanted to climb him like her own personal Mount Everest.
As if he’d read her mind, he lifted her off her feet, aligning their mouths and bringing her clit into line with the tip of his cock. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lost herself in the carnality of his kiss, tilting her hips until she got just the right friction on her clit.
She could come again with just a few more—
“No way, Jules.” Another set of hands grabbed her hips and Erik’s naked chest plastered itself to her back. “You don’t come again until I’m deep in your ass and Keegan’s fucking your pussy.”
She broke off the kiss, gasping for air as his words shocked her. Lust blazed through her, stealing her breath, stealing her sanity. She couldn’t believe how close to orgasm she could get from only the sound of Erik’s voice. She shivered, tucking her head into Keegan’s neck.
“Will you let me have your pussy, Jules?” Keegan’s voice threw gasoline on the fire. With her legs spread, her sex felt so damn empty, she knew she’d agree to anything these men wanted.
“God, yes. Please. I need it. Now.”
“Oh, no. Not yet.” Erik ran a hand down her back, stroking her, petting her. “It’s our turn to make you beg.”
Yes, that’s what she wanted—for these two men to give her what she needed.
She wanted to say yes but all that emerged was a moan because Erik had slipped his hand between her legs. He played his fingers over her labia and up to her clit, barely brushing against that little bundle of nerves but managing to make her shudder.
Shifting against Keegan, she opened her mouth on his neck, sinking her teeth into his skin as Erik began a wicked pattern, flicking her clit then moving back to work one finger between her sex lips, going a little deeper each time.
Just a little more…
She tried to wriggle down onto his finger but Keegan’s arms tightened and she couldn’t move. She was totally at their mercy.
And Erik had none.
He played her ruthlessly, teasing her clit until she was right on the edge of orgasm then pulling back to knead her ass, leaving her high and dry. Erik used his other hand to wrap around her hair and pull her head back so Keegan could take her mouth again.
As he slid his tongue into her mouth, winding around hers, Erik pressed open-mouthed kisses to her shoulder.
God, she felt shaky, desperate. When Erik’s hand returned to her sex, tears formed as he worked two fingers into her sex.
Yes. That’s what she needed. To be filled, stuffed to capacity.
Two cocks. One man at her back, another in front of her.
Yes, yes, yes
.
“Let me have her a moment.”
Erik’s voice barely registered but she felt her weight shift as he wrapped one arm around her waist and held her against his chest. Keegan grabbed her ankles and unwound her legs from his waist, his motions jerky as he stripped off his clothes. She saw buttons fly off his shirt, making tiny
pings
as they landed on the wood floor. He didn’t bother to untie his shoes, just toed them off and shoved his pants down his legs.
Arching her back, she reached above and behind her, her hands curving around Erik’s neck, encouraging him to lean forward. He understood what she wanted and let her slide down his front until her feet hit the floor. His hands reached around to cup her breasts, kneading them, pinching the tight nipples with his thumbs and forefingers.
His cock pressed against the small of her back, a hot brand that made her sex weep with wanting. He bit and licked his way across her shoulders as she watched Keegan toss his pants to the side, after pulling a condom from the pocket, and step forward. His cock stood stiff and ready, and she reached for him, wrapping one hand around his shaft while the other cupped his balls.
She rolled them in her hand, watched his eyes narrow to slits. His handsome face tightened into sharp angles and she knew he’d moved past slow and easy and into hard and fast. His gaze flicked to Erik and he made a motion with his head that Erik must have understood.
Swinging her into his arms, Erik took her back to the chaise. Keegan beat them there, throwing himself onto his back, rolling on the condom then reaching for her.
The chaise was wide enough that she could straddle his hips, in no danger of falling off.
She had the brief thought that they’d bought this piece of furniture precisely for this reason but the idea fled the second she positioned her pussy over Keegan’s cock and began to sink down.
She got halfway, already feeling that wonderful sense of fulfillment combined with aching need that hit her just before an orgasm.
Opening her eyes, she smiled down at Keegan but his attention was focused on the point where their bodies joined, his expression tight with his desire to fuck her. So easy to read. So wonderful to see.
She couldn’t remember the last time she’d seen that look on a man’s face. Way too long. Her life lately had been consumed by work, by the grinding need to keep up with her mom’s bills.
So much debt. Too—
“Jules.” Keegan’s hands grabbed her hips, holding her steady. “Look at me.”
She hadn’t realized she wasn’t. Blinking back into focus, she fell into Keegan’s gaze, entranced and trembling.
Shifting her weight, she wanted to take him all the way in. Wanted to fill the emptiness inside her with his cock and the warmth of his body and the way he looked at her that made her feel like a beautiful, desirable,
special
woman.
His hands tightened. “Stop, Jules.”
She shook her head. “I don’t want to stop.”
“If you start to ride me, I’m gonna blow and then you won’t have the pleasure of me and Erik taking you at the same time. Trust me, you want that.”
Strangely, she did trust him. Both of them.
She turned her head, finding Erik beside her with his hand on his cock, stroking himself as he stared down at her.
Smiling, she crooked her finger at him. When he’d stepped close enough, she leaned slightly and took him in her mouth.
The head of his cock felt silky smooth against her tongue and his deep groan made her pussy clamp around Keegan’s cock. Keegan’s grunt of satisfaction made her smile.
Yes, that’s right. I’m still in control
.
Concentrating just on the head, she used her tongue to play at the slit and lick all around the spongy tip. Then she sucked hard, her cheeks hollowing. Erik’s breath hissed sharply, his free hand going to her head. She thought he’d exert pressure, get her to do what he wanted, but he only let it rest there.
His cock felt like heated iron against her tongue, filling her mouth with his taste and her head with decadent thoughts.