In a flash, her spine stiffened and any vulnerability he perceived was gone as if never really there.
Jesus Christ, they were both screwed because he intended to find out if his suspicions were right. If she did harbor a submissive soul beneath that prickly exterior he was done for. There would be no turning back.
The beast roared, pulling at the thick chains he’d bound it in, ripping them free from solid moorings. Closing his eyes, he fought to reinforce his restraint, shore up the beast’s cage. What was he thinking? He could not let it get free, refused to watch his Dominant side break another woman, sucking the spark of life from the very marrow of her bones.
“Brock?”
Hearing Tink’s shaky voice, his eyes snapped opened in time to see her stride falter and wariness replace her confidence.
He took a deep breath, forced his expression to go blank and his jaw to relax. A quick glance at his friends showed both men had gone on alert, their bodies tense and on edge.
Fuck! Not now.
Using considerable strength of will, he pushed that hated side of himself back into the darkness where it belonged. Directing their ménage while keeping his Dominant side subdued would require a level of control Brock wasn’t certain he possessed. But he would try. To give the hellion her fantasy he would put forth one hell of an effort. “Come,” he said.
Tink took a tentative step forward, then another, stopping when she stood within arm’s reach. Taking her shoulders in his hands, he turned her to face his friends, wrapped an arm around her waist and drew her back flush against him. Her head fit beneath his chin, the soft curves of her body molding to his hard frame. His cock nestled into the curve of her lower back filling him with such a pure feeling of rightness he refused to think about it.
Satisfied he’d regained his composure, Brock retook control of the situation. They all knew what Tink wanted. Now it was time to make it happen.
He slid his hands upward to cup her generous beasts, fingers pinching her nipples until they were pebbled hard. “Riley, these beautiful nipples are dying to be sucked.”
A cocky smile turned up the corners of the other man’s lips as he moved to Tink’s side. “And I’m more than happy to satisfy that need.” He lowered his dark head and placed a sweet kiss on her lips before bending to her breast and shoving Brock’s hands out of the way. He hummed in appreciation as he swirled his tongue around the crinkled areola, then drew her nipple into his mouth.
Tink gasped, arching her back and pressing her breast more firmly into Riley’s face. Brock tamped down petty, unfamiliar feelings of jealousy and anger in order to give Tink what she desired, reminding himself he was doing this for her.
He nudged her feet farther apart. His fingers traced the slight curve of her belly, along her hips and teased the tender crease of her thighs. Spreading her swollen labia granted him access to her slick inner folds, where her eager clit protruded from its hood. He spread her wide, giving Zeke a good look at her waxed pussy. Not having the first taste rankled, but he had a different first to explore.
“So hot and wet and excited. Zeke, come and taste all this sweet cream.”
Zeke’s awed, lust-filled expression did the speaking for him as he silently went to his knees taking a loud, deep breath before swiping his tongue along her slit. Tink moaned, shuddered and thrust her hips forward.
Brock bit the inside of his cheek as he battled his rising possessive instincts. He wanted to snatch her away from his friends, keep her for himself but couldn’t—wouldn’t—take that dangerous path. He couldn’t risk taking her alone so he would protect her, taking her the only way possible, by sharing her. He hadn’t fucked a woman alone in more than ten years and now was not the time to break that trend. Not with Tink, who severely tested his ability to suppress his Dominant nature.
Shoving destructive thoughts of the past aside, he focused on the present and the incredible woman writhing against him, gasping in pleasure. So fucking sensual. Ready to please and be pleasured.
He shifted her long hair, bared her neck and fought the sudden urge to mark her body with a primitive sign of ownership. Cupping her chin, he turned her head and kissed her deep, taking her passionate cries into his mouth, expressing with his lips, teeth and tongue everything he couldn’t say. Giving her the passionate mating of mouths he would deny the other men. He refused to share the intimacy of her kiss.
Their lips parted as she sucked in huge draughts of air and he trailed kisses over her cheek then nipped her earlobe.
Taking the firm globes in his hands, he massaged her ass, spreading the cheeks. His gaze slid down the curve of her spine, noting the twin dimples above her ass, then continuing to the small rosette that would squeeze his cock so good.
She cried out as he circled her tight pucker with one finger and she pressed back into the caress. He wanted to insist that he not be just the first but the only man to ever take her ass. Instead he whispered in her ear, reveling in the rapid increase in her pulse.
“I’m going to stretch this little hole with my fingers,” he told her. “I won’t let up until you can take three. Going to get you lubed up nice and slick and then give you my cock.” Her body trembled and he soaked in the thrilling sensation. “The first cock to ever take this beautiful ass. But I’m not going to give it to you until you are begging and moaning my name. And once I do take this ass, I won’t go easy on you. I’m going to fuck you long and hard. All of you, Tink. I’m going to fill you up with three cocks. One in your ass, one in your pussy and one in that sassy mouth. I’m going to ruin you for any other man. You’re going to crave what only I can give you.”
“Jesus, Brock,” she panted. His entire body snapped taut at the command in her tone. “Shut up and do it already. I want it all and you’re going to give it to me. Now.”
Oh, he was going to give it to her all right.
“Watch it, hellion. You don’t want to push me right now.”
The hard, shaky rasp of Brock’s voice had Tink swiveling her head to look at him over her shoulder. What she saw made her heart stutter in her chest and skip a beat.
He stood rigid, body trembling, hands tightly fisted at his sides in an obvious struggle for control. She wasn’t afraid of him, knowing instinctively he wouldn’t hurt her. What scared her were the dark shadows in eyes that had turned nearly black with only a thin ring of green around the dilated pupils.
Oh shit! What had she done? She had not wanted him to hold back, but goading him may not have been her brightest idea. Not that she could think clearly with three men driving her to the brink of insanity.
Six hands, thirty fingers, three hot mouths and wet tongues. She had all that but was greedy for more. She had to have all three of those magnificent cocks at the same time. She wanted to brand every delicious sensation on to her brain so she’d never forget a single one. Capture every vivid detail and savor them for eternity.
Zeke and Riley didn’t let up, they just continued to blow her mind. Where Zeke placed gentle kisses, licks and light sucking on her labia and clit, Riley sucked hard and bit at her nipples. The contrast between tender and rough would drive most women over the edge. And then they switched places, which compounded the thrill of their shocking differences. It was the most amazing experience she’d ever known. So fucking good.
But that was before adding Brock to the equation. The expected snap in his rigid control didn’t come, and Tink wasn’t sure if she felt relieved or cheated as he spread her ass cheeks. His wide, work-roughened fingers created electrifying friction against highly sensitive nerve endings as he teased her tight pucker. He started with one lubed finger and made shallow, twisting thrusts into her ass that had her crying out. With the addition of the second, he added a scissoring movement, stretching and creating a wicked burn. With his fingers driving her mad, she feared for her sanity when his cock finally took her.
The third finger… Jesus!
Tink had never experienced anything close to the ecstasy of the hard fucki
ng he gave her with those wicked fingers as he delivered on those whispered promises and then some. She moaned, writhed and was on the brink of begging. She’d die if he didn’t give her more. Give her everything.
Danger, Will Robinson!
No how, no way. She did not beg anyone for anything. Ever! Showing weakness only brought a world of hurt down on you. Her father had taught her never to show affection or softness, or to form attachments—and most certainly never to reveal a weakness. His lessons had served her well.
Whenever she became weak it was black-hearted bitch to the rescue. So instead of begging, she taunted him with a snooty demand. “Fuck my ass, Brock. Do it. I need your cock.”
He went still behind her and Tink knew she’d finally pushed him too far.
“No. What you need, hellion, is a sound spanking.”
The growled words had an ominous ring. Her heart stalled out as the threat reverberated around them like a gunshot. Apprehension and arousal seared her from the inside out at the thought of lying over his thighs as his palm slapped her ass. Tink’s desire to give in and allow such a thing had fear tightening like a fist around her chest. She shivered and glanced at Riley and Zeke, who had stopped their delicious torment. Both men again appeared alert and wary as if they weren’t sure how far Brock would go or if they should intercede.
“Nah,” Riley finally said. “What she needs is a cock to keep that troublesome mouth busy.”
The comment sounded casual and he winked at her but his body remained tensed and ready, for what she didn’t know. Behind her, Brock took a deep breath and latched on to Riley’s suggestion as if it were a life raft.
“Yeah, that’s exactly what she needs. With that mouth filled she won’t be able to make demands.”
In a bizarre turn of events she never could have anticipated, Brock allowed Riley to take over. “Make it happen,” Brock grumbled.
With her emotions in such turmoil, she was unsure if that relieved or disappointed her. The prankster shot her a broad grin and took her hand. “Come on, honey. Let’s recreate some porn.”
That quickly the ticking bomb was defused. Tink sighed and Zeke rubbed his hands together, playfully bickering with Riley over who got to fuck her mouth as they led her over to the battered wooden table. She laughed shakily over their antics.
Riley kissed her cheek, squeezed her hand and turned to Brock. “Climb on up, B-man.”
To her utter shock he did so without complaint, sitting on the edge of the table then lying back. Excitement flooded her system as she watched him stretch out. His cock, hard and ready, bobbed with his movement. A small bead of fluid dripped from the head onto his belly. Her mouth watered as she imagined licking each ripple of muscle until she found the fluid and finally tasted him.
“Your turn, sugar.” Zeke’s gentle hands picked her up by the waist and eased her ass down on Brock’s lap. Riley stood next to her, placed an arm behind her back and lowered her until her head pillowed on Brock’s pecs. The warmth of his body seeped into her backside from neck to knees. Brock gathered her hair and draped it over his side before wrapping his arms around her and palming her breasts. Being held in his arms, skin to skin with nothing between them was the most potent aphrodisiac, elevating her desire to new heights.
Riley’s firm hand glided over her thighs as he positioned her legs so her knees were on the outside of Brock’s. He spread their legs wide, opening her to two hungry pairs of blue eyes.
She heard a foil packet rip and Zeke tsked, “Looks like you forgot to put your raincoat on, Brock.”
The teasing comment was followed by a hard hiss from the man beneath her. “Holy Christ, Zeke. What the fuck?”
Zeke laughed. “How else did you think it was going to get on there?”
Tink pushed up, craned her neck and glanced down her body to watch as Zeke held the base of Brock’s cock in one hand and slid a condom over his length with the other. Slowly.
Damn, that’s hot!
She hadn’t realized she said that aloud until Zeke chuckled. “If you like that then keep watchin’, babe.”
Zeke held out his hand and Riley squirted lube into his palm. When he wrapped his hand around the thick cock, Brock let out a stream of curses and his hips shot up from the table, bucking her with him. Brock clearly didn’t want to feel pleasure at another man’s touch. The sight had all kinds of wicked man-on-man fantasies swirling around in her head.
“Chill out, big man. She can’t exactly lube you up or guide you in from this position.”
Zeke had a good point. He gave her a wicked smile and Tink got the impression he enjoyed not just tormenting Brock but the sensation of holding his friend’s lubed cock in his hand. Deft fingers tightened around the base and stroked the hard length, his thumb trailing over the head in a caress that stole her breath.
“Ready, babe?”
With anticipation clogging her throat she couldn’t speak, so Tink nodded without lifting her gaze from Zeke’s naughty hand as he angled Brock’s cock toward her body.
“Put your feet up there on his legs and lift that gorgeous ass for me.”
Oh God, this was it. Finally Brock would penetrate her body, filling her virgin ass.
She dropped her head back to Brock’s chest, placed her feet on his thighs just above his knees and pushed upward. The broad head of his cock pressing against her small hole gave her a moment of panic over his size and she involuntarily clenched.
“Riley, help her relax.” Control had changed hands again and Zeke was now leading their ménage.
“Mmm,” Riley hummed. “My pleasure.” Leaning over her side, his dark head blocked her view as it dipped between her legs and those talented lips went right for the prize. This time there was no teasing. He sucked the small bundle of nerves into his warm mouth and lashed his tongue over the head of her clit.
Waves of hot pleasure crashed over Tink and she melted, allowing Brock’s crown to press past the tight ring of muscle. No matter how well he’d prepared her, the burning stretch of tender tissue made her gasp. Everyone but Riley, who hungrily sucked at her, held perfectly still for the space of several heartbeats.
Firm teeth nipped at her clit and a gush of hot cream flowed along her perineum to coat Brock’s already-lubed cock. It felt so good, pushing Tink toward sensory overload.
“You’re doing well,” Zeke praised. “Now take a deep breath and when you let it out, relax some of your weight down on him.”
For a moment she focused on his words, but her thoughts disintegrated and she just let it happen, taking Brock deeper into her ass, inch by torturous inch. The slow stretch and drag of friction on all those hidden nerve endings was indescribable, and felt even better than anything she’d managed with her toys. Holding still, she reveled in the heated burn and feeling of being stuffed beyond capacity.
As her ass finally came to rest on Brock’s pelvis, hilting his cock inside her, Riley stepped back and stared at the point where their bodies were joined. “Now that’s fucking hot.” His heavy-lidded blue gaze took a slow journey over her body, pausing to watch Brock’s fingers pinch her nipples before rising to her face. “Lift your hips, honey. I want to watch you ride his cock.”
Raising her head, she saw both Zeke and Riley had fisted their cocks, one making lazy strokes over his shaft and the other using sharper, tighter movements. Their heated stares on her ass gave Tink a heady rush of adrenaline and feminine power, which reminded her to be careful. Sex did equate to incredible power, and she needed to hold on to as much of it as she could.
She shifted, circling her hips, moaning along with Brock as her muscles clenched down on him. She made small, tentative movements, lifting a mere inch or two before slowly lowering again. The first few strokes were beyond description, better than anything she’d ever known. Soon she was pushing higher and descending faster, panting for breath and sobbing over the exquisite pleasure as Brock began meeting her thrust for thrust.
Like a shooting rocket, her body blasted to t
he edge of orgasm but she refused to surrender. Not until she had all three cocks. “Hurry,” she hissed from between clenched teeth. “Not. Gonna. Last.”
Her words snapped Riley and Zeke from their fascinated stupor. The two men shared a speaking glance before Zeke stepped between her legs and Riley came around the side of the table.
She turned her head toward Riley but Brock beat him to her lips, taking her mouth in a scorching hot kiss that lasted until Zeke’s latex-covered cock started pressing into her throbbing pussy. An expression of blissful anguish twisted his handsome face as he worked to squeeze his cock into her tightly compressed channel.
Covered in sweat, starved for oxygen, stretched beyond belief—completely overwhelmed and loving every second, she needed just one more thing to bring it all together. Tink licked her lips and turned to stare at Riley’s erection. “I need that cock, cowboy.”
He flashed a toothy grin and tipped his head. “My pleasure, ma’am.”
The reality of having three men fuck her at once was astounding. Tink became a gluttonous mass of insatiable hunger. The more they gave, the more ravenous she became. Delirious and crazed, her body took over—spiraling toward something so huge she feared losing herself. One sensation built on the next, propelling her through the heavens faster than a shooting star, blind to everything other than the mind-altering bliss consuming her body and soul.
Who would have guessed Kryptonite came wrapped up in such a luscious package? Brock had thought sharing the fiery ball of temptation with his friends would provide adequate insulation. It had always worked before.
Not this time. And taking a step back with the beast screaming for control was one of the hardest things he’d ever done. Without Riley and Zeke intervening, he would have failed. The Dominant had been that close to the surface and still fought to take over.
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