Get Off Easy (Noble House, #1) (12 page)

Boyce set his warm hands on her thighs, spreading her as he dipped closer and blew a stream of hot air against her pussy lips. Nerve endings screamed to life, making her muscles clench around the emptiness of wanting to be filled.

As Boyce sucked the hard nub of her clit into his mouth, Saint broke away. She whimpered as Saint stared, the intensity of his gaze holding her as Boyce flicked his tongue over, in, around, darting in and out of her.

A perfect storm of curiosity, desire, and the need for an intensely intimate connection coalesced in Grae’s belly. Her brain and body continued to send her mixed signals, her nerves on the razor’s edge. Panic and arousal warred furiously, vying for attention and victory.

Saint studied her with his assessing gaze as his partner continued to feast on her. “I would love to see you come against Boyce’s mouth. Nothing else matters. Don’t think about anything beyond his connection with you.”

“She tastes like heaven.” Blood rushed to her core, swelling her tissues. Boyce moaned, stabbing his tongue into her entrance. Dipping. Stroking. He worked his masterful tongue, lapping up her juices as her thighs shook. His laughter drifted over her as he stood. “So fucking delicious.”

A rough, feminine growl tore free of her throat as Boyce flicked his thumb hard over her distended clit. Every muscle in her body tightened at once as sharp, deep pulses worked their way through her. She quivered from the force, the agony of the pleasurable pain, as she spiraled higher and higher.

No. Not like this. Keep it together. Just hang on. You need them both.

Grae bit her lip, tasting blood, sure that if this scene grew any more intense she wouldn't be able to take it. But also swearing that she could.

Oh, God, more. More. Too fucking much.

Yet still not enough.

Boyce grazed the tips of his fingers over her, shooting electricity through every part of her. Despite her protest, she was too far along, her muscles too sensitized, straining and ready for release. When Boyce swept his thumb over her clit again, orgasm rammed hard into her, shaking her from head to toe as her cunt grasped around emptiness.

The sweetest sensation of coming ripped through her, rushing to every corner of her body before racing back toward her pussy. Somewhere in the chaos, she heard herself begging with a broken neediness that she couldn’t silence.

After a time, her eyes fluttered open, and she found Saint looking down at her. “Hrm...very nice. Certainly aren’t thinking now, are you, angel?” His voice had gone throaty and soft, as though watching her orgasm affected him too.

She licked her lips, feeling how swollen they were from his powerful kisses. “No.”

“Just the way we like it.”

“I think you should show Grae something else she’ll like.” A commanding tone colored Boyce’s voice as he spoke to Saint.

“Something we both will like.” Gaze still on her, Saint pulled up next to Boyce’s body, working the buttons open on Boyce’s vest, then his shirt. Each flutter of the fabric gave her a glimpse of Boyce’s still hard cock. A wicked half grin appeared on Boyce’s lips as Saint peeled the shirt open and stripped it away.

She’d seen Boyce naked hundreds of times thanks to Noble House. Had even seen them both shirtless just days ago when she’d arrived so unexpectedly at their place. But looking at Boyce’s nude body through the frame of her thighs was something else entirely.

Saint’s pale eyes flashed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil square. Condom. Though she didn’t think it was possible, her body heated as she watched Saint roll the thin layer of latex over Boyce’s erection.

Oh. My. God.

Saint continued to touch Boyce long after he’d finished placing the condom, stroking slowly as Boyce let his head fall back. Visible tension coiled through Boyce’s muscles as Saint moved his hand up and down along Boyce’s length. Her mouth watered at the thought of sitting up, laving her tongue over those taut, chorded ribbons of muscle so she could taste Boyce’s arousal.

Saint pushed his mouth against Boyce’s neck, whispering something she couldn’t make out. Boyce nodded in response, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip as his eyes fluttered closed. “Need to feel her blow again. Around me this time. Tight and hot.”

“That does sound nice.”

Saint guided Boyce’s straining dick to her entrance. That first touch of scorching heat against her was sheer nirvana. She was prepared to have Boyce part her slick folds, slide into her, but Saint was far more devious than she’d expected. Saint continued to stoke Boyce, using the tip of his cock to press against her wet heat, allowing her to feel each and every movement, no matter how small. How inconsequential. Each passing moment in this room told her nothing either of these men did was void of meaning and purpose.

“Fuck.” Boyce dragged out each syllable, his need scraping over each breath he pulled in. “Want to know if she feels as good as she tastes.”

The rough edges of Boyce’s plea arrowed straight to her cunt.

“Something tells me she feels even better.”

“Yeah,” Boyce answered simply. “Need it, babe. Need her.”

Saint kissed Boyce’s temple. “And you shall.”

Grae cried out as Boyce filled her to the hilt with one powerful stroke.

“Holy Christ.” Boyce dropped his hands to the desk, drew his hips back and plunged into her aching heat. Once. Twice. “So fucking hot.”

Wood scraped over concrete as the desk moved from the force of Boyce’s powerful strokes. She unleashed a soft cry when Saint cupped each of her breasts. As Boyce’s pace increased, Saint massaged her, alternately caressing and gripping, pushing her breasts apart, then together. Flicking her nipples with his thumbs. Granting her pain, then pleasure. She strained against her restraints, wanting Saint’s mouth covering the distended buds.

“Please.” She bit off a hoarse cry when Boyce changed the angle of his thrusts to slide against her sweet spot each and every time he delved inside her.

“Please what? No need to be bashful right now, Ms. Burrows. Not with my partner buried so deeply in that beautiful cunt of yours.” Saint circled her nipples with his thumbs. “Though, given the way he sounds every time I do this,” Saint flicked the buds hard, drawing forth a pain that caused her to clench tight around Boyce’s dick, “I bet you want something more.”

“Yes. Yes, please. Suck on my tits.”

Saint’s eyebrow shot up. “My, my. So direct. Honesty should be rewarded, don’t you think, Boyce?”

Boyce drove hard into her in answer. This time he didn’t draw back, didn’t thrust. He held himself in place, grinding his hips against her thighs until the bright heat that had been kindling in her core sparked. To her delight, Saint rose and brought his mouth just inches away from one of her nipples. His hot breath ghosted over her skin, imprinting her. Saint continued to massage her chest, pulling each time Boyce pushed against her, caressing each time Boyce stilled.

She watched, her body trembling as Boyce mastered his control. As he mastered her. As Saint lowered his mouth. Now just a hairsbreadth away, she felt her system quickly approaching a heightened plane of pleasure. She surrendered to the power, arching as much as she possibly could and pulling on each point that restrained her. Slow, smooth strokes allowed her to feel every single inch of Boyce’s cock buried deep.

Saint flicked his tongue between his lips so close to her flesh, she swore she could feel the air move against her nipple. Suddenly, Saint pulled away.

Noooooooo.

He crouched to press his mouth against her ear. Through the blood sizzling through her veins, she heard him say, “When you find the courage to be completely honest, you will be rewarded, Grae.”

Saint severed his connection to her as Boyce started moving again. She was swept up and away, her protests dying on her throat as Boyce overwhelmed her with such wonderful sensations. Their flesh slapped together, the sucking noises of her wet pussy every time he slammed into her and pulled out, layered over the charged moment.

Saint came into view again, this time standing next to Boyce.

A knowing glint flashed in Boyce’s eyes. “You may not be able to have him, but that doesn’t mean I can’t.” Boyce wrapped his hand around the base of Saint’s nape, drawing him closer. Their mouths met. She hauled in a breath, feeling every muscle in her body constrict as arousal coursed unchecked through her system. She bucked and clamped down, squeezing Boyce’s cock with all the strength she possessed.

“Oh, she likes this. Her cunt just went all tight and hot.” Boyce flicked his tongue against the seam of Saint’s lips. “Wet and soft.”

“Make her wetter.”

Boyce growled, low and rough, as Saint’s mouth clamped over his. Grae tugged on the cuffs, her fingers itching to get her hands on them. As Boyce continued to thrust inside her, Saint wrapped his hand around Boyce’s shoulder. A raw, animal-like hunger poured from the men, fueling the need flowing through her, demanding more. Demanding they both take her.

“Please.”

The men broke apart, and Boyce met her gaze squarely. “Begging. So pretty.”

“Yes. Yes, I’ll beg for more. Let me have you both.” That had to be enough honesty, right? “Give me your cock, Saint. Please. Let me suck on you. Then you can still watch.”

“Negotiation during the middle of a scene is a no-no, angel.” Saint moved behind Boyce, dragging his fingers over Boyce’s hips. Saint’s gaze clashed with hers again. “I want to see him come. If I’m buried in your mouth—I may get distracted and miss the show.”

“No. No. No.”

Saint leaned close to Boyce’s ear. “Take her over, Boyce.”

“Gladly.”

No!

Even as she squirmed, Boyce bracketed her hips with his large hands, driving so thoroughly into her she couldn’t fight the heat and tightness spreading through her. Release hit with the force of a bullet train, tossing her up into a place where only the need to mate and orgasm existed.

She bucked hard against her restraints, feeling the metal bite painfully into her wrists and ankles. The sensation sharpened the edge of her release. She howled, an inhumane noise that caused her to trip deeper into the orgasm instead of riding it down.

“Much closer to perfection than I anticipated.” Saint brushed her clit as he closed his hand around Boyce’s cock. She whimpered as Saint pulled Boyce’s still rock-hard dick out of her swollen tissues.

Saint wrapped his arm around Boyce’s slender waist as he stripped the condom from Boyce’s cock. Saint moved his hand up and down Boyce’s bare erection, pulling nearly all the way off before plunging down. Boyce clutched Grae’s calves as Saint continued to fuck him with his hand.

Still buzzing from the powerful release, she couldn’t stop watching them, discovering that she could barely focus because of stunning image they made together. So beautiful, Grae swore tears formed at the corners of her eyes.

The room faded. Shadows and light blended in a blur as her entire body became attuned to the men. Boyce held her thighs, gripping tight as Saint dragged his fist over and over along the length of Boyce’s cock.

They moved together in a slow, steady rhythm that mesmerized her. Drew her in. Sucked her under. It only took a few strokes until Boyce came with a raspy snarl that Saint swallowed with a consuming kiss. Saint pumped with short strokes, his forearms and biceps tightening and releasing, as Boyce continued to spurt hot seed all over her abdomen, hips, and thighs. A tremble rocked through Boyce as Saint angled Boyce’s dick down and swiped it through Grae’s folds, smearing the last of the release over her heat. 

The men broke apart on a quiet sigh.

“You were spectacular, as always.” Saint released Boyce, gaze intent on Grae as he leaned over. His tongue touched her abdomen and held her stare as he licked the remnants of Boyce’s release from her skin.

Each and every single drop.

Fucking unreal
.

She’d never seen anything so hot. Never thought she’d think such a thing was hot. Those thoughts were replaced with the worry she’d never get a chance to experience Saint in all his glory. Never feel the weight of his body against hers.

Saint levered himself onto the desk, hovering over her with his hands on either side of her shoulders. Closing her in. Crowding her space. He dragged his mouth against hers, teasing the seam of her mouth before dipping his tongue inside. Their combined flavors exploded in her mouth.

She groaned, opening to Saint’s persistent tongue and nipping it. “Please have me.”

“Shhh...remember what I said, Grae. Courage and honesty.”

She whimpered when Saint released the latches on the cuffs, pulled away from her and stepped across the room. Boyce scooped her up into his arms, trailing his fingers against her arm as he cradled her close.

“Take her back. I’ll clean up.”

She didn’t have the energy to protest.

C
arrying a thoroughly satisfied Grae, Boyce made his way through the crowd to a couch positioned in a corner of Kochran’s special room. Though it was still noisy there, the level was less so than if he’d walked down on the main floor. And she’d made her wishes quite clear about wanting to remain on the upper floor tonight.