An Indecent Proposition

by Stephanie Julian

  “He’s going to play with you until you come.” Keegan’s voice was nothing more than a dark rasp. “Then we’re both going to make love to you. On the couch, on the floor, against the wall. In the middle of the damn room. I don’t give a fuck where. We’re going to give you what you want. And we’re going to make sure you enjoy it.”

  Oh, God. She had no doubt she would. Her skin broke out in goose bumps, sensation shivering through her.

  This was what she’d wanted. So why was she afraid to move?

  Maybe because she was afraid she’d break the tenuous truce. Between them. Between her and them.

  Erik’s teeth sank into the tender spot joining her neck and shoulders as Keegan’s arms crossed over his chest. The slight pain sent a shock through her that jolted her against the cage of Erik’s arms. They tightened around her even more and, for a second, she felt helpless.

  God, it made her wet.

  Her eyes closed again and this time Keegan didn’t tell her to keep them open. The darkness heightened her sense of touch, and every inch of skin pressed against Erik’s felt like it was on fire.

  Erik’s fingers plucked at her nipples, teasing them into hard, aching points. The cooler air of the room brushed against them, pebbling them. Her skin soaked up the heat from Erik’s hands until it sank into her veins and made her blood boil.

  Leaning back against him, she finally let her hands reach behind her. She slipped her fingers into the waistband of Erik’s jeans, scratching at his skin. Her fingers fumbled at the button but from this angle, she couldn’t undo it. So she contented herself with cupping his erection through the material.

  Erik’s chest rose and fell against her back in a furious rush even as one of his hands began a slow slide down her stomach.

  He took his own sweet time but finally his fingertips pushed beneath the hem of the baggy sweatpants she wore. His sweatpants, actually. She wished he would get rid of them. Shove them down her legs and get her naked.

  She lost all sense of shame when she was with these men because they made her feel as if nothing she did was wrong. Or bad.

  She wanted to strip them, as well. Keegan’s physical perfection made her want to lick him from head to toe. Even Erik’s scars held their own dark attraction. Or maybe it was just the fact that he’d survived.

  She sucked in a sharp breath as Erik’s hand slid over her mound then arrowed straight between her legs.

  “Fuck, you’re wet.”

  His fingers slid over her clit and through her slick pussy lips, teasing, rubbing. Making her wetter.

  She was already so close…

  Moaning, she arched her back and rubbed her ass against his cock.

  “Make me come, Erik. While he watches.”

  She opened her eyes now, looking right at Keegan. His jaw so tight, it looked ready to crack. But his gaze stayed on hers.

  “Shove the pants down, babe.” Erik spoke directly into her ear, the words felt more than heard. “Let him look.”

  She obeyed without hesitation, hooking her thumbs in the waistband and pushing down. The material fell without much help and, in seconds, she stood there naked.

  Now Keegan’s gaze dropped and didn’t rise. The burning ache between her legs intensified because she knew he was watching Erik play between her legs.

  Erik’s fingers stroked along her labia as his thumb pressed against her clit. Without entering her, he worked her body closer to orgasm. She felt it coiling inside, tighter with each stroke. Her hips began to move in rhythm with his hand, seeking more.

  She hadn’t realized her eyes had closed until she felt Keegan step close enough that she felt his heat searing her.

  When she opened her eyes, her first view was of Keegan’s chest. Broad, strong. She leaned forward and put her mouth on him, right over his heart. She swore she felt it pounding against her lips. Sucking in a breath, she filled her lungs with his scent until it mingled with Erik’s and her own arousal.

  Erik chose that second to release her and she let out an unhappy moan as she reached behind her.

  Keegan chose that moment to replace Erik’s hand with his own. He took a second to wet his fingers in her juices before he parted her sensitive lower lips and began to fuck her with his fingers. Long, slow strokes, in and out. Stretching her, filling her. Giving her friction. Just not enough.

  Erik’s arms wrapped around her again, his hands molding to her breasts. Her back arched, her pelvis tilting toward Keegan, inviting him deeper.

  He didn’t take her invitation. He withdrew and she gasped, wanting him to return. But Erik was there, twisting her head so he could take her lips. Overloading her senses.

  Vaguely, she heard the sound of a zipper releasing but Erik’s kiss engaged her mind and body, hot and drugging.

  Yes. This. Exactly.

  She jolted when Keegan’s hands gripped the backs of her thighs but she wasn’t surprised when her feet left the floor.

  As Keegan stepped into the vee of her thighs, she wrapped her legs around his waist, her back braced by Erik’s chest, Keegan’s hands on her hips. Suspended between them, she had no fear they would drop her. She trusted them implicitly with her body.

  With other, more delicate things…

  She moaned when the tip of Keegan’s sheathed cock pressed against her swollen labia, demanding entrance to her body. She gave it to him willingly. Her body parted for him then enclosed the head. It lodged there, stretching her, making her want more.

  Her moan echoed through the room as she wrapped her arms around Keegan’s shoulders.

  The sense of fullness in her pussy increased as gravity took hold and she slid farther down his cock. Keegan held her poised there for several seconds, his breath a harsh rasp in her ear. His arms were tight bands around her, his body throwing off heat like a furnace.

  Then he moved, his erection shifting inside her, hitting points that made pleasure shimmer.

  Keegan turned and she caught a glimpse of Erik, eyes narrowed, bare-chested. And staring at her with so much heat, she clenched around Keegan in reaction.

  Groaning, Keegan lowered them onto the couch and she lost eye contact with Erik as Keegan sank even deeper.

  Taking her face between his hands, he stared into her eyes. “Move, Jules. I took you earlier. You take me now.”

  God, yes.

  Heart pounding, she rose up on her knees, careful not to let him slip out of her, then started to fuck him. Slow and steady, feeling every inch of him as he filled her.

  Now there was no frantic urgency that had consumed them earlier tonight. She savored every second, each drag of his flesh against hers. His cock felt thicker, hotter. His gaze burned as he stared at her. He released her face to grab her hips, keeping a tight grip on her but not dictating her motions.

  She had total control as she rode him, loved watching him hold himself in check when she knew he wanted to move. Keeping her motion steady, she worked them both into a deepening state of eroticism.

  She wanted to drown in it, to stay here as long as possible because the rewards would be much sweeter later.

  Keegan held still beneath her, his breathing a harsh rasp. He watched her with the intensity of a predatory animal. She was surprised by that focus because he’d been so visibly drunk earlier.

  Now he looked totally sober. And oh so very sexy.

  Gripping his shoulders tight, she found a rhythm that kept them both hanging. Her thigh muscles trembled but it wasn’t from exertion. She wanted to go faster, harder.

  Right here, right now, she was in control and she planned to keep it. She was determined to hold on as long as she could.

  She kept up the pace for several seconds before sinking deep and holding. Watching Keegan, she saw his eyes narrow and his jaw tighten, felt his fingers dig deeper into her hips.

  She felt his restraint, knew he wanted to thrust, but he wouldn’t take the reins away from her. She planned to repay him for his trust very soon.

  But first…

 
; “Erik.”

  She looked over her shoulder to see Erik standing where they’d left him. Arms crossed over his chest, his eyes held an avid gleam.

  Releasing one hand from Keegan’s shoulder, she crooked her index finger at Erik and watched the corners of his mouth tilt up. Erik rarely smiled. She could count on one hand the number of times she’d seen him do it.

  She liked knowing she could make him. She also liked knowing he would indulge her.

  Walking toward them, he never lost the smile. It made the scars on the right side of his face pull and twist. Instead of focusing on the reminders of the ordeal he went through, she looked into his eyes. She wasn’t turned off by his scars and they weren’t all that he was.

  Despite what those bitchy women had said earlier tonight, he was not ruined.

  As she held Keegan tight inside her, heard his heavy breathing in her ears, she waited for Erik to cross the room. He took his own sweet time and she felt Keegan’s control begin to fray. His fingers flexed on her hips and his cock throbbed in her pussy. She tightened around him, making him swear under his breath.

  She petted Keegan’s chest but didn’t take her gaze away from Erik. When he finally stood beside her, she pointed to the cushion next Keegan.

  “I don’t want you to feel left out.”

  He didn’t move right away, just stared down at her for a few seconds.

  “I don’t ever feel left out when you’re around, Jules.”

  Her heart twisted at the restrained emotion in his voice. “I’m going to reward you for that.” She grabbed his waistband and pulled him closer when he didn’t move fast enough. Every slight motion made her aware of the thickness of Keegan’s cock in her pussy and the control he was exerting not to move.

  And she knew he wouldn’t, not as long as she wanted him to keep still. No matter what it cost him.

  “Kneel here. Close enough that I can reach you. Then I’m going to suck you.”

  Keegan groaned, low and deep in his chest, and she felt the sound rumble through her from his cock into her pussy. Erik’s gaze narrowed until his dark eyes were mere slits.

  He didn’t move on her command but, after a few seconds, he closed the steps between him and the couch.

  When he knelt on the cushion she’d indicated, she reached for the button of his jeans with both hands, shifting on Keegan’s cock and making him thrust just enough to keep himself seated deep.

  She had to stop for a second because the sensation was so damn good.

  Her hands began to shake as she forced the button through the hole.

  “No more buttons,” she muttered as the button proved stubborn. “Snaps. Jeans should only have snaps.”

  “I promise I’ll remember that the next time I go shopping,” Erik muttered, though he didn’t attempt to help her. Instead, one hand went to the back of her head to sink his fingers into her hair. He didn’t pull her closer or tug her head back. He just rubbed the strands between his fingers.

  Tilting her face up to him, she flashed him a quick smile and watched his lips part to draw in a deep breath. Her heart thudded almost painfully in her chest at the thought that she could whip these men into as much of a frenzy as they did her.

  Every time they touched her, she felt it. In the pulse of Keegan’s cock in her pussy and the weight of his hands on her hips. And in the pounding pulse at the base of Erik’s neck and the rigid length of his body next to her.

  The control her men exerted as they allowed her to take control, once again, was more than just a game to them. It was a commitment. At least, that’s what it felt like.

  But was it a long-term one? Or was she seeing something that wasn’t there?

  Questions for another time because, right now, she wanted to shut off her brain and lose herself in these men.

  After working each of the four buttons through their holes, she pushed Erik’s pants down, releasing his cock.

  It sprang forward, thick and hard, and she bent forward to rub her lips against the tip.

  Erik’s fingers tightened in her hair for several seconds but he didn’t yank or pull. Keegan shifted slightly, and she slid a glance sideways to find him watching her. Which made her want to put on a show for him as she pleasured Erik.

  She tilted her head to make sure Erik could see as she opened her mouth and took his cock between her lips.

  She wanted to watch Keegan but she couldn’t keep her eyes open as the decadent sensation of firm, hot flesh glided between her lips. Combined with the throbbing cock in her pussy, her body began to sink into orgasm almost immediately. Her sheath contracted around Keegan’s shaft, wringing another heartfelt “Fuck me” from him. But he didn’t move.

  Erik couldn’t hold still. His hips jerked forward when she took him all the way to her throat and held for long seconds before retreating, her tongue flat against the underside of his cock until only the tip remained between her lips.

  Above her, Erik’s tortured breathing rang in her ears as she continued her slow torture. She wanted to draw this out, make it last as long as possible. Show them how good they were together.

  And hold off the decisions that would have to be made.

  “Fuck, I love your mouth.” Erik’s voice was a low growl. “So hot.”

  His response sent a shiver through her and she sucked hard enough to make Erik groan.

  “Come on, Jules. Get him off so I can make you come.” Keegan had leaned forward so he could speak directly into her ear. “You’re gonna come so fucking hard. I promise you’re not gonna want to move for days.”

  She was already exactly where she wanted to be. Why would she ever want to move?

  But she did want to come. The ache in her pussy needed to be soothed.

  She quickened her pace, cupping one hand between Erik’s legs to stroke his balls, making his cock pulse in her mouth. Then he started to move, a slow, jerky rhythm.

  Her free hand reached out and Keegan pressed his palm against hers, weaving their fingers together, holding her tight. Then he began to move, as well.

  At first, the dual motion threw her off her rhythm and she let her men take over. Erik gripped her head to hold her steady, not forcing himself too deep. Keegan’s hips thrust slowly at first but picked up speed quickly, as if he couldn’t help himself.

  Keegan’s hand on her hip and the one gripping her hand tightened, anchoring her to him, while Erik began to match Keegan’s pace. Deliberate or not, the men’s synched movements made her burn hotter.

  She began to move with them. Let her tongue glide down Erik’s cock as he sank it deep in her mouth then swirled it around the tip when he withdrew. On his last retreat, she let him slip completely from her mouth then smoothed her lips down the shaft to place a suckling kiss at the base before working her way back up.

  With her lips positioned at the tip once again, she blew a stream of air over the head and felt his cock leap, bumping against her mouth.

  “Go ahead, babe. Tease me all you want.”

  Tilting her head until she could see Erik’s eyes, she smiled up at him. “I plan—”

  She moaned when Keegan thrust and held, hitting a particularly sensitive area inside her.

  Her eyes snapped closed as desire rocked through her, making her breath catch in her throat.

  “Don’t stop now, Jules.” Keegan’s gravel-tinged tone battered at her senses. “We’re just getting started.”

  “Absolutely,” Erik chimed in. “I wanted to come now and again later. You’re not leaving tonight.”

  She moaned in delirious pleasure. Again sounded good. Later sounded like a promise.

  “Between us all night.” Keegan’s thrusts increased in speed until she felt like limp jelly. “Where you should’ve been.”

  Yes. It’s what she’d wanted since Christmas Eve morning when she’d woken in her bed alone. She’d wanted to be back here with them.

  She ramped up her own technique now, using her vaginal muscles to clamp around Keegan’s cock and sucking hard o
n Erik’s.

  It became a delicate game, but she wasn’t sure what the prize was because they were all going to be satisfied when they finally collapsed.

  And that moment was coming faster than any of them had anticipated.

  She heard the hitch in Keegan’s breathing and felt his increasingly unsteady rhythm as he thrust into her. Erik wasn’t far behind, though he was more careful not to be rough. Which meant he still had a slim grasp on his control.

  And that was unacceptable.

  She started in on him with abandon, chasing his orgasm as hard as she did her own. Her body cranked closer with Keegan’s every thrust and she let her mouth work Erik harder, drawing harder on his cock, sucking him deeper.

  Erik’s fingers tightened in her hair and he thrust hard, his cock stretching her mouth until it tingled and burned.

  Humming around his length, she slid back to the tip and sucked in a deep breath as Keegan released her hand so he could put both of his on her hips. Then he took control and started to pound into her. The change in rhythm made the base of his cock hit her clit at a different angle and she started to come.

  She sucked in a breath and exhaled on a moan, which made Erik groan in concert with Keegan.

  As Keegan’s cock began to pump his cum into her pussy, Erik’s twitched then he began to spill into her mouth.

  Both men groaned, holding deep, clutching at her as if she might try to get away.

  She could barely think, much less consider getting away. Sensation washed over her, finally taking her under, and she let her men hold her up.

  Chapter Twelve

  Erik’s thigh muscles quivered as Jules tilted back her head, letting his cock slide from her mouth.

  Sinking into the corner of the sofa before his legs betrayed him and dumped his ass on the floor, he watched as she sank against Keegan, his friend’s arms curving around her back to hold her against his chest.

  Holy shit. They were gonna kill themselves if they kept this up. But what a way to go.

  He met Keegan’s gaze, still glazed with lust. And no lingering trace of guilt.

  Good.

  Yeah… Now what?