was having a hard time sticking to one thought. Her arousal was growing, and she didn’t want to think, didn’t want to argue. She just wanted to feel. To feed the craving.
She wanted to be used and come so many times that she lost count. Until she couldn’t think anymore.
Ethan slipped the straps of her dress down her arms and pushed it to her waist. He bent, brushed kisses over the top of one breast, then the other, before sucking a nipple into his mouth.
His touch was soft, gentle. A caress. He took the opposite breast in his palm, circled the nipple with his fingers and squeezed. She gasped. The combined sensations of tender and hard were more seductive than she would have imagined possible. Weakness swept through her, and she clung to Ethan’s shoulders, certain she would melt into a puddle at his feet at any moment.
Harris wasn’t idle, either. He pulled her panties down her legs and lifted each foot free of them before pulling the dress the rest of the way down. It fell, pooling around her feet. Harris slid his hands up her inner thighs and nudged until she widened her stance. His fingers skimmed over her sex, back and forth, once and then again in a light stroking rhythm that made her pant.
He spread the lips of her sex and pushed one finger into her pussy. She was embarrassed by how wet and ready she was, but she couldn’t leave now if he paid her. One finger became two, and he stroked her, turning his hand so on each retreat and thrust his fingers dragged over her G-spot.
At the same time, Ethan suckled harder. She was swamped by sensation, the emotions she refused to acknowledge and the heat she couldn’t fight heightening the pleasure. Her orgasm was fierce and sudden. She cried out when it consumed her and was left trembling and stunned in its wake. Someone carried her to the bed, but she didn’t open her eyes to see who until it dipped on either side of her. She stared at the ceiling and tried to slow the rapid beating of her heart. She cracked a smile as hands moved on her. Exploring. Demanding. Well, she’d wanted to feel used, hadn’t she?
“What’s so funny?” Harris murmured, his lips moving over her neck, down to her collarbone, and then turned to nibble on the sensitive skin on the inside of her arm. Ethan moved her to her side so she faced him and lifted her top leg over his hips.
“Nothing,” she gasped as Ethan’s erection nudged her entrance. “Nothing at all.” He rolled to his back, pulling her so she straddled him, and with his hands gripping her hips, he lifted and lowered her on his cock. The first few strokes were so slow and careful. She grew slicker around him, her pussy clenching each time he tried to withdraw. Finally his control seemed to snap, as if he’d teased himself beyond endurance. She’d never seen Ethan lose control.
He growled low in his chest, and instead of scaring her, it excited her. He made her crazy. Why not return the favor?
She put her hand on the center of her chest and casually drew it down her body. His eyes, bright and feverish, followed the motion, mesmerizing her. Hell yeah. She could make him burn as much as she did. She paused at her pelvis and stretched one finger to flick her clit, watching as his eyes changed to neon yellow. She’d woken the wolf.
“Do it again,” he ordered. “Open yourself so I can watch.” It should have pissed her off. She’d never let him or Harris have control in bed. That was the first step of a long, slow slide. It should have angered her, but it didn’t. It electrified her, ratcheted up her arousal to a point she’d never experienced before.
She used one hand to spread the lips of her sex. With the other, she rolled a finger over her clitoris. Harris groaned, and she looked at the other man. She’d forgotten he was there, but he was impossible to miss now. He crouched next to them on his knees. His gaze was on her hands.
His hand wrapped around his cock, stroking up and down almost languidly.
She rubbed her finger over her clit again. And again. Ethan growled and fucked her harder, and Harris, eyes hot with passion, moved into position behind her. He squeezed her ass, then spread the cheeks and pressed a finger against her rear entrance. Her heart, already racing, felt like it would explode from her chest. Could she handle both of them at once? The fantasy took root in her mind, and she rubbed her clit harder, rougher, until she felt her body tighten with another orgasm. She froze as the pleasure swept over her. Ethan’s cry of release only increased her satisfaction, but she didn’t have time to bask in it.
Harris picked her up and arranged her on her hands and knees next to Ethan, who leaned up and kissed her, deep and long. It was a thorough and intense kiss. She felt marked, and for a moment, panic intruded. She wasn’t ready to be claimed. As if he sensed her misgivings, Harris thrust into her pussy from behind, and wherever her thoughts might have gone vanished into a cloud of renewed lust.
Her hands curled into fists in the blankets as he moved inside her. His strokes were deep and forceful; his hands holding her still were strong and branding. She’d never been with him like this before. He’d never lost control, never gotten rough. Never gone all dominating and alpha male on her. It scared her a little because she liked it. Liked it
Is this what Harris meant when he said their arrangement wasn’t working for him anymore? Was it as simple as he wanted to change the nature of their sexual encounters?
Possibly.
But that wasn’t what Ethan wanted. He watched them with avaricious eyes, but he didn’t join in. His hand wrapped around his cock, already hard again, giving it easy lazy strokes. A pearl of cum was on the head, and she was tempted to lean forward and lick it off. He gave his patently sexy, wicked smile.
“You want a taste, baby?”
Harris’s strokes slowed, gentled. She moistened her lips. Suddenly she wanted that taste as much as she wanted Harris pounding into her. She nodded, and he rose to his knees, moving into place in front of her. She breathed deeply, taking his scent into her lungs, then leaned forward to lick the drop. Salty and tangy. Pure male. She sucked the head of his cock into her mouth, ran her tongue over the slit, and was rewarded with another drop.
His hand twisted in her hair and tugged her forward. An unspoken demand, but a demand nonetheless. She wasn’t giving in. No way. But she decided she could indulge his need, and maybe retaliate a bit for his overstepping her boundaries while she was at it. She gripped the base in one hand and, starting at the slit, licked her way down his shaft. She took her time, explored every vein and bump and ridge. Then she lightly scraped her teeth over the underside of the head.
With a low snarl, his hips jerked forward, the hand in her hair gripping hard now. If she wasn’t so consumed by the same lust, she’d laugh at his impatience and her ability to instill it.
