Mirror Amour (Circotica Series) (6 page)

Noah physically trembled. He shut his eyes, and he muttered under his breath, “One night only. She’s a colleague and flatmate.”

I had no idea why he was so hung up on not sleeping me with again after tonight. It wasn’t as if we were with anyone… or was he? We never discussed our personal lives. Perhaps he
was
with someone? The thought crippled me. What lucky woman got to have Noah in her bed?

Carson gathered me closer as Noah made his way to the mattress. I couldn’t tear my eyes away as he slowly unbuttoned his jeans and tugged them off in a fast move. Oh my. Noah wasn’t wearing any boxers, and his erection hung heavy and hot between his legs. And just like the time I saw him streak to his bedroom he was completely smooth below. Giving me a fantastic view of his tight balls and long thickness.

Carson licked my ear as his fingers penetrated me with no warning. The sensation of being manhandled so intimately while watching another naked man sent me into shudders.

Carson slowed his fingers. “Ah, not yet. You don’t get to come yet. Only when I tell you.”

“When
I
tell you,” Noah snapped, his hand going to his cock.

My mouth opened as he slowly stroked himself, eye-fucking me from across the room. Holy shit this was erotic and sinful and better than any fantasy I could’ve had.

Lips covered mine, and I opened for Carson’s kiss. He swirled his tongue around, tasting every part of me.  When he pulled back, he whispered, “Undress me, Linden.”

My fingers sparked with urgency, and I tugged at his dark grey t-shirt, only now noticing the half-naked acrobat on the fabric. “You’re a trapeze artist?”

He nodded as I tore it over his head, mussing his already bed-head hair and making him even more delectable. “Perhaps when we come back to town, I can show you my fantasy. It includes wires and being several feet in the air.”

Just the thought of coming back here sent thrills of happiness through me. “When will you be back?”

He pressed a finger against my mouth while directing my hand with his other to his fly. “Stop talking. Undress me, or I may have to get annoyed with you and borrow a whip.”

I’d never been into bondage and physical pain, but the image of Carson whipping me sent my blood overflowing. My fingers fumbled on his fly, and my eyes shot to Noah who looked almost in pain as he watched us.

Every tooth the zip unlocked, Carson breathed harder, and when I slipped the blue denim off his hips, he crushed me to him, grinding his silk boxers into my nakedness. 

Noah groaned from across the room, and I focused on him as Carson touched me everywhere. My breasts, my core, he even pressed another finger into my mouth and made me suck again, his eyes snapping closed in ecstasy.

I let my hands wander and eased his boxers off to join the discarded clothing on the mirrored floor. My eyes widened at the view bouncing up at us. Carson’s legs were spread, and I had a fantastic view of his heavy testicles. His long erection looked ready and eager.

Carson chuckled. “Admiring the goods?”

I nodded, my voice given up working long ago. All I needed was the ability to touch and feel. Who needed a voice in a time like this?

He grabbed my wrist, tugging me toward the bed. I teetered in my kitten heels, eagerly going toward Noah and whatever would happen next.

My
heart didn’t beat a normal rhythm anymore. It was erratic and thick. I was terrified and enthralled. Caught in the web of sexual energy—unsure how this would work, but a slave to it no matter what.

Noah opened his arms to welcome me, and Carson let me go to him. I moaned as Noah pressed his hips into me, his cock so warm and intoxicating I forgot how to stand. He kissed me, licking, nibbling as one arm banded around my waist and another dived into my hair. Swivelling in place, he suddenly leapt on me, and we tackled to the bed. His weight pinned me to the cool satin sheets.

One moment I’d been standing, now I was a prisoner below a man with an uncontrolled lust and a temper he couldn’t keep in check.

Carson was already lounged out, and he reached for my breast as I blinked in surprise. He ducked and kissed the corner of my mouth.

            Noah shot a feral look at him. His male instincts kicking in. Did he think I was his? Something told me he didn’t want to share anymore. Fantasy to watch or no. What would he be like when Carson was actually fucking me? Would he hate it or secretly love it? Knowing another man was doing something he wanted to do?

A small gust of air escaped my lungs at the knowledge that he liked me more than he let on. He wouldn’t be so possessive if this was just one night. No matter what he said, this wasn’t going to end here. I’d make him admit his feelings—whatever they were—and we’d have more of this deliciousness.

Noah pushed Carson away, and his lips crashed against mine. He intensified our connection and made a sound in his throat that called to a part of me that wanted to be on all fours and let him take me roughly. His tongue entered my mouth and my thoughts skittered, bouncing off the mirrors surrounding us, making every part of me more alive and sensitive than I’d ever been. My body was master, not my mind or heart. It was all touch and smell and taste and need.

Carson scooted up the bed and touched my shoulder. “Come closer.”

Noah frowned but let me wriggle from under him, and with the help of both men’s rough, sexy hands I slid up the satin sheets.

Carson coaxed me to lie on his chest, and the heaviness of his erection burned my stomach. He sucked in a breath, his chest making me rise. “God, you feel good. I can’t wait to be in you.”

Noah flinched as he caressed my naked back. Our eyes never left each other, even though we weren’t facing the same way, thanks to all the mirrors.

My body flamed on every contact point. Hips against mine, flesh against mine. Two cocks so close—one slip and they could take me to heights I’d never been.

Noah lowered himself onto me inch by lazy inch, pressing his length along my back. His cock wedging snug between my butt and thighs; he kissed the back of my neck, inhaling my curls, breathing deep.

            I didn’t care about anything in that moment but Noah's mouth on my neck and Carson’s hands on my breasts.  

            Noah grinded harder from behind making me writhe on top of the co-owner of Circotica. Carson stared at me with hooded eyes. “You keep wriggling like that you’ll make me come.” He rolled my nipples, expertly creating whizzing sensations in my bloodstream.

I was sandwiched, and a thrill of fear ran through me. If I said no now, would they let me go? The dark look in their eyes, the clench of their jaw said I might not be so lucky. And what was I on about? I didn’t want to be free. I wanted to be molested, touched, adored.

Noah’s teeth suddenly clamped threateningly on the soft skin of my throat.

I froze.

A guttural command entered my ear. “Get on all fours.” His hands slipped around my waist, and he pushed himself off me, bringing my body with him. A hand grabbed my breast from behind as he tilted my neck and kissed me. My neck twisted to an almost uncomfortable level, but I would’ve put up with it for years the way his tongue probed and teased. His teeth grazed mine as the kiss deepened to the point where I thought he wanted to climb inside me.

Noah kissed differently than Carson. With him, it was about passion—raw, undiluted—with Carson it was dirty and kinky and intoxicating. As much as I enjoyed kissing Carson, I liked Noah more. He made me feel everything more. Emotions were involved which turned naughty sex into something much more soul-warming and true.

Eyes delved into mine as Noah paused, sucking in a ragged breath. We didn’t break eye contact as his hand found my core and two fingers pressed deep. Resting on my knees, Noah thrust into me, glaring at the man below, taunting him with the way he touched me.

Carson grabbed his cock and stroked, licking his lips. His chest rose and fell, causing candle light to dance in his happy trail snaking over perfectly defined abs. “You have no idea how many times I’m gonna get off on this image.” He stroked again, a small dewdrop of moisture appeared on the tip. “The image of you being finger-fucked above me, Linden, wow. I can see everything, smell you, sense you. You’re so close to the orgasm you crave, but neither me nor Noah have given you permission to take it.”

Why the hell was that so hot? What was it about a man touching himself, watching me that set my muscles quivering?

Noah jolted, breathing hard in my ear; his fingers thrust deeper as his hips pressed against my butt. I jerked in his hold, so sensitive, so aware of every little thing happening to me. Fuck, Carson was right. I could come right now with just a word, but I held on tight. Letting the overwhelming anticipation heat me till I melted.

Damn this was too much. I’d have a heart attack with pleasure overload.

I reached out and stopped Carson’s hand stroking himself. “I want to touch you.” I bit my lip as Noah pressed his forehead against my shoulder, fingers pressing deeper, earning a gasp from me.

Carson’s lips spread into a dark smile, unlatching his hand from around himself. “I’m all yours.”

Carson’s cock was beautifully formed. Heavy, silky, hot. In fact, Noah and he were about the same size—a size any woman would be pleased with. The difference was Noah shaved so it seemed bigger as he didn’t have the thicket of hair.

I fisted my hand around his velvety length and he groaned. Looking at Noah, he whispered, “Look at what your woman is doing to me.”

Noah flinched and his fingers froze inside me.

Oh shit. Way to go and play on his instincts once again. What would he do?

We all paused, breathing hard; breath mingling with the heavy air laced with sultry music. I didn’t think I could stand it any longer when Noah finally muttered, “I want to fuck you, Linden. You said I could take you first. You won’t break that promise, will you?”

What could I say? I changed my mind? His cock was wedged between by buttocks, one small shift and he’d have me anyway. He stroked up and down, moving his warm erection, heading lower.

I caressed Carson again, and nodded, staring into the many mirrors. Every angle was a delight for sexual hunger. Noah, Carson—and me in the middle, on my knees.

Before Noah could move, Carson shook his head. “I want your mouth if he gets to have you first.”

Noah’s hand captured the curls on my back, tugging. I was held suspended, waiting. Would he let me, or was this too much for him? After all, he wanted to watch.

“Can I?” I asked softly, my mouth already filling with saliva at the thought.  His eyes blazed in the mirrors, but he nodded once.

My breath expelled in an eager rush, and we all shifted. Noah pulled me further back and Carson scooted higher. I was still on my knees and didn’t know what would come first. Was I expected to suck Carson before Noah took me, or should I wait? I didn’t want to run the risk of biting down in pleasure if Noah decided to take me fast. Which I had a feeling he would. His temper glowed on his skin, turning the bookish scientist into an untamed bad boy.

“Lick him,” Noah ordered as his hand went between my legs, spreading me wider. I shivered but bent, inhaling Carson’s scent of musk and faint notes of sandalwood.

Both men didn’t take their eyes off me as I slowly inched closer. My tongue snaked through my lips to lick him once—one long, sweeping, savouring taste. The moment my tongue touched cock, Noah plunged into me.

My back arched as a feral moan wrenched from my lungs. Oh shit. I was right. There was nothing sweet about the way he bucked into me. It was possession—clear and defined. Noah claimed me, eyes blazing his right to my body. And I would never argue. The moment I saw him tonight, he’d turned me inside out. I’d be sore for days, but oh my
God
it was good. Better than good. Incredible. Out of this world.

Noah gripped my hips, pulling back mind-bendingly slowly. “Fuck—if I can only have you one time, I’m going to make it the best you’ve ever had.”

There he went again with the ‘one time’ bullshit. He was insane to think I wouldn’t pant after him daily after this. He owed me more. He couldn’t take me like that and not give me more until my soul passed out in delirium. I didn’t need to tell him this
was
the best I’d ever had. I doubted anything could beat it.

Carson’s eyes hooded as he watched Noah withdraw and thrust into me again. My entire body rippled. My release dancing within reach. All I had to do was let go of my control to prolong it. I could have the most amazing orgasm of my life. But I wanted to wait. I wanted to savour and chase it because when I finally gave in to the firework it would be world changing.

Carson pointed to his cock, his eyebrow quirked.

I smiled lopsidedly and bent to my task. My lips slid over his length, and I hummed in my throat at his subtle taste. His erection jumped as I sucked. Two sets of eyes were glued on me in the mirror. I admitted we looked like a high-end porno. Noah on his knees behind me, his styled hair mussed and dangerous. Carson stretched below me, his stomach quivering from me tasting him. The look of dark desire in both men’s eyes made me feel like the most powerful woman in the world.