“So, were you bored—pretty girl all to yourself?” Eric asked behind her, a hint of bite in his voice.
Sergei chuckled. “Does it look as though I could be bored?”
“Just makin’ conversation…”
When she glanced back, she found all three males staring, and she nearly halted, but she sucked in another breath and bent, reaching into the fridge for a foreign beer. Then she found an ice bucket, held it under the spout of the icemaker built into the refrigerator, and filled it with cubes.
With slow strides, she returned, handed him the beer and the bucket, and then stood uncertainly as she waited for his next command, her gaze bouncing between Eric and Bear.
Sergei patted a leather hassock set in the space between the couch and his chair. “Bend over it.”
Kara swallowed, heat filling her cheeks. When she began to lower herself, he cleared his throat. “Point the other way, sweetheart.”
Her ass would be facing his friends, and they’d see a heck of lot more than just her bottom. She stepped around him and lowered herself to her knees until her belly was supported and she rested with her hands on the floor.
Sergei cleared his throat again. “Kara had a nightmare. And now she knows about Marroquin. We’re taking her mind off her worries. Giving her something else to think about.”
“Baby’s got a fine ass,” Bear said, his deep voice rumbling.
Sergei snorted. “Her pussy’s even prettier, don’t you think so, Eric?”
Eric cussed under his breath, which made Kara wince. Embarrassment flooded her cheeks with heat.
“Her pussy’s a little red,” Eric said, his tone dead level.
The bucket rattled. “Then Eric, you cool down whatever you think needs it.”
Her pussy clenched, and then so did her eyes. Shock caught her breath. When icy cold slid along the curve of one buttock and downward, leaving a wet trail on her skin, she sucked in a deeper breath.
Sergei cupped her chin and turned her face his way. “Sometimes, we play together, baby. It’s not that I don’t want you all to myself, but at times, I need another set of hands, or a second dick.” He gave her a small, crooked smile. “Will you show Bear just how talented your mouth is, darling?”
Kara drew a blank, and then her thighs and back stiffened. Her heartbeat pounded in her ears. “You want me to…?” A frown scrunched her brows, and she bit her lip.
“You needed something to take your mind off of Marroquin,” he said softly. “Do you want to play?”
Kara stared, worried he couldn’t possibly care as much about her as she did him if he was willing to share so much. Letting others look while she was nude or while he touched her was one thing, but to take another man into her mouth…
His gaze steady, he rubbed his thumb over her lower lip. “Tell me what you’re worried about.”
Kara’s arms began to tremble, from the effort of holding herself up and from the emotions roiling inside her. Ice slid into the top of the crease dividing her buttocks; chilly liquid trickled downward. Her arousal blossomed, and tears filled her eyes. “I’m afraid you’ll think less of me,” she whispered.
“Or that I already do? Because I’m sharing you?”
Heat flushed her face as she nodded.
His mouth curved a little more. “The thing I want you to learn from this is that I can share you—and want you even more because you do this to please me. Give yourself over to me. To us. Forget what you think you know about men, about relationships, because, darling, this is all about you—your pleasure. Your surrender. If you’re embarrassed, embrace it. If you’re aroused, don’t forget the first rule.”
“Not to come unless you say so?”
He nodded then leaned toward her to kiss her mouth. “Kisses are mine,” he whispered. “No other man’s cock will fill your pussy. I own that. Just as no other woman will feel me stretch her cunt. Understand?”
“No.” Her shock at what he was asking her to do was only slightly mitigated by his vow not to fuck another woman. She gave a shaky laugh. “I don’t really,” but, modesty aside, she was still intrigued by what he proposed. “I don’t understand any of this, but I’ll trust you.”
He kissed her forehead. “That’s all I ask. Now, will you show Bear just one of the reasons why I treasure you?”
She wrinkled her nose. “I’m not all that experienced at blow jobs,” she whispered.
“Then let me teach you.” His gaze darted behind her. “Bear? You up for this?”
A snort sounded. “I’ve been staring at her pretty pussy. What do you think?”
Kara closed her eyes for a second and grinned shakily. “Damn, I’m really doing this.”
Sergei’s smile was crooked, and he moved back as Bear eased to the floor on his knees. His pants were gone, but he still wore his shirt, something she found kind of funny, as though he thought his naked chest was somehow more intimidating than his large, meaty cock.
The ice cube slid down her crease, one corner pressing against her puckered hole. She tightened, but was a little distracted because Bear was scooting forward, moving his knees between her arms and rising to place his cock directly beneath her. All she had to do was lower her head and she’d take him.
He placed his hand gently on her head. “Promise, it doesn’t bite.”
“I might,” she muttered breathlessly.
His chuckle was warm, and his fingers began to comb through her hair.
She gave Sergei one last glance, but his expression was set. The next move was hers to make. Or not. She faced forward again, her vision filled with Bear’s manly, clothed torso. Slowly, she bent her head and stuck out her tongue to lick his cap.
He was as soft as Sergei there. As hot, but his silky head angled a little more, was nearly arrow shaped. Something she found fascinating—the difference between his arrowed head and Sergei’s blunt knob. “Cocks are different.”
“So are pussies,” Sergei said.
By his tone, he seemed at ease as she licked his friend.
“The size of their vulvas, the shapes of their inner lips. Some protrude. Some are shy, like yours.”
At the smile in his voice, she relaxed and opened her jaw, going down on Bear, who raised a bit to pulse into her mouth. His cock glided along her tongue, the head pressing against the roof of her mouth, and she latched her lips around him and began to suck, closing her eyes as his erection filled her.
Once again, she was struck by the almost narcotic sensations that rolled through her. Who knew blowing a cock could be this potent? This sweet. The pulse of his hips, the slow fat glide of shaft between her lips…
Behind her, one cube slid up and down between her buttocks. Another was pressed against her labia, tracing her outer lips, up and down and beginning to melt against her hot skin.
The sensations—hot and cold—had her core tightening, and she slowly eased apart her knees and tilted her ass, because she wanted more, wanted penetration, but was afraid to ask. Plus she’d have to raise her head to do so but Bear’s hand was heavy, and pushing gently downward, keeping her mouth locked around his cock.
A hand slipped beneath her and tugged at one of the clamps attached to her nipples, and a shiver worked its way through her, because Sergei was reminding her he was there, that there were three of them, and she was the center of their attention. She wondered what they looked like—three men bent over her body. All from different angles. Plying her with cock and ice and twisting fingers.
Eric slid a cube between her folds and pushed it inside her channel. She gasped around Bear and wriggled her bottom, at first shocked, and then intrigued with the feel of the cool square and the fingers following it inside. Water leaked from inside her and dripped to the floor. She heard the plops, but could only manage a muffled moan, and sucked harder around Bear who pushed upward, deepening his thrusts until he met the back of her throat, and she gagged a little.
“Relax your jaw, baby,” Sergei said beside her. “Swallow. Give his cock
a kiss with the back of your throat.”
He wanted her to swallow? She didn’t think she could—until she concentrated, and then slowly worked her throat, feeling it close then open against his arrow tip. Her lips squeezed around him and she sucked harder, pulling on him, drawing as hard as she could because she felt his cock pulse and knew her actions pleased him. And pleasing Bear would please Sergei. She wanted to be the best, the most obedient woman he’d ever had. Bear’s hands framed her face, supporting her, holding her still so that she no longer had to do the work of moving up and down, and instead he thrusted, smoothly, shallowly.
Again, she concentrated and opened her jaw, then found when she loosened that she could take him deeper, so long as she concentrated on not gagging and held still and open. He thrust faster, fucking her throat. She grew more excited, knowing this was something she wanted to do to Sergei, and that he was watching, studying her, and he’d know she was doing this while thinking about him.
The cube melted inside her, but the fingers continued pushing inward. Warming her chilled channel, rubbing a spot that sent tingles through her pussy. Her pussy clenched around Eric’s fingers. He rubbed the spot again until a shiver worked its way down her spine to her ass, and she whimpered around the cock stuffing her throat.
“Did I find it?” Eric said, his voice pitched low.
“Don’t come,” Sergei said beside her ear, his fingers pinching the tip of her nipple. “Don’t you come.”
She was becoming desperate and angry. Denying her orgasm was too much to ask. To withhold her pleasure when it was right there, already trembling through her body, was cruel. Her jaw was beginning to ache from holding it wide. Her pussy was cold and hot and engorged, and needing a fullness more than fingers could provide.
Bear’s fingers curled around her ears. “I’m going to blow,” he gritted out.
“Pull out,” Sergei said softly.
Bear growled and pulled from her throat, pumping twice inside her mouth and then withdrawing. He gripped his shaft and worked it, gliding up and down its slick surface, so quickly he made slapping sounds, and then his come burbled out from the eyelet slit, frothing over the cap.
She didn’t think, moving her head down and sliding her face against the thick cream, taking it on her mouth, her cheeks, getting some of the liquid in her eyelashes, but it was hot and she’d done this to him. And she wanted to wear the proof of her attraction where Sergei would see.
When Bear tugged a final time and squeezed the tip to paint her mouth with his salty, musky cream, she glanced upward, catching his hot gaze. His eyelids were half-closed, his cheeks a deep burnished red.
She kissed his tip, and then turned to Sergei. She half feared he’d be disgusted with the messy sight she made, but instead, he smiled, warm approval shining in his eyes.
“Sorry, Eric,” he said without glancing away from her.
Eric grunted and pulled away his fingers, but not before giving her clit a tweak.
Bear pulled up his shirt and offered her the hem to wipe her face.
Leaning on one hand, she cleaned her face, but not before licking her bottom lip for a quick taste of Bear’s salty cum. Something that caused Sergei’s gaze to narrow on her mouth.
Sergei patted his thighs. “Climb on.”
Eager and shaking, she slid off the hassock and crawled between his legs, rising up with the aid of his hands gripping her waist to straddle him, her calves sliding into the spaces beside his thighs, the leather cool against her skin. She waited, glancing down between their bodies, at her spread thighs and his waiting cock. When had he opened his pants? Sergei slid her down his cock and spread her buttocks, holding her at an angle so the others could see everything.
But she was past caring. After the cool of the ice, his cock was burning her up, crowding her walls, and his hands were forcing her down, cramming her pussy along his thick length.
Sergei sank against the back of the chair, bringing her forward. “Baby, would you like more?”
She shook her head, ready to fuck, dying to come. But he was already shooting a glance over her shoulder. Hands smoothed over her bottom. Not Sergei’s and cold. She trembled, knowing Eric was there and exactly where his attention was going. “No,” she gusted, dipping to hide her face against Sergei’s shoulder.
Sergei cupped the back of her head and shushed in her ear. “Did you say no because you don’t want this or because you’re embarrassed?”
“Does it really matter?” she muttered.
Sergei bit her earlobe and her pussy cinched tightly around him. Her soft sigh feathered out.
“It’s… dirty,” she said in a tiny voice. She felt his smile against her cheek.
“That it is. We’re not worried.” His beard rasped her skin. “I promise, you’ll like this, baby.”
She shook her head and let out long moan. “Don’t make me say yes.”
Both men chuckled, and then fingers prodded her back hole. She clenched in rejection, but they were coated with gel and one glided inside her then circled, stretching her, easing the automatic urge to constrict. The finger pulled free, and then two pushed inside her.
“I’ll never be able to look at you guys again,” she muttered.
Again, chuckles surround her, but she kept her face hidden while fingers pushed and pulled, easing in and out. And the sensation wasn’t unpleasant. In fact, an arc of heat shot through her.
Sergei leaned his face against her head. “Quit playing possum, darling. Look at me.”
Reluctantly, she raised her head. His expression was hard to read—and just plain hard. His skin stretched across his cheeks; his jaw ground tight. “Don’t come.”
“You’re a mean man. A fucking bastard,” she bit out. She was hot and filled. Her channel already rippling, her body on the edge of a huge orgasm. “I’m there,” she whined and nuzzled his face. “Please, sir. Please.”
He shook his head, and then clamped her hips and shoved her up and down his cock, building friction while Eric swirled his fingers in her ass.
Her fantasies about sex hadn’t prepared her for anything like this. The emotions rising up in her were overwhelming—humiliation, excruciating need. Where he’d been sweet and patient with her denouement, he was harsh and demanding now, moving her relentlessly up and down, until they were both soaked in her excitement, both sweating, breaths rasping.
“Are they watching?”
“Bear and Eric?” he said, his eyebrows lowering.
“No, are others watching?” she asked, her voice small and edged with a sob.
“Yes.”
“Fuck,” she breathed, then tossed back her head, letting her hair swish downward, brushing the center of her back. Her breasts quivered and shook. Her body pounded. But she wasn’t doing any of the work. She was a doll—created, fashioned, made to fuck, to pleasure him, while others watched, and maybe grew hard from the sight. The thought should have given her pause, but somehow it made her feel bold.
Her eyes shot open. “I’m going to come,” she cried out, feeling wild and out of control, but the thought of being on display, of other men seeing her like this, helpless, so aroused she was nearly delirious with pleasure was too much.
“Come now, baby,” Sergei rasped. “Let them see. Howl for me.”
Like a match lighting a fuse, she exploded, screaming as pleasure stiffened her body and she hung in the moment, head thrown back, her body bucked by Sergei’s strong thrusts. How long she was held suspended, she couldn’t tell. Her body tingled, prickles lifting gooseflesh, a rushing static filling her mind.
As she came down, she felt Eric kiss her shoulder, then pull free, heard the shuffle of footsteps as both he and Bear left the room.
When she glanced down at Sergei, she was greeted with such a look of warmth and approval all she could do was smile. “You are a very strange man. With very… helpful friends.”
“Not a little freaked?” he asked, raising an eyebrow.
She drew a calming breath.
“Yes… but not because I felt… pressured or forced. Because… I liked it so much,” she said, whispering the last.
“Then we’re okay?”
She gave him a quick nod. “You intended… all of that… to happen?”
“I wanted to take your mind off our troubles.”
“You accomplished that,” she murmured, aware again of her surroundings, of the fact he was still tucked deep inside her body. And that he’d forgotten a condom. “We didn’t use anything.”
“I’m sorry about that. I’m rushing you.”
Confusion twisted her thoughts. Could she have heard him right? She eyed him. “Rushing me?”
“Pushing you for more intimacy, more trust than you might be ready to give.”
“I don’t mind.”
He studied her face, as though trying to discern whether she was telling the truth. “I’m glad.”
They sat like that, smiling for a long moment. And then Sergei hugged her and sighed. “We should head back to bed.”
With his help, she lifted, wrinkling her nose when he fell from inside her. She backed off the chair and stood, noting an angry warmth between her legs. She sucked in a deep breath.
“You’re sore.”
“A little,” she admitted.
He cursed under his breath. “I keep forgetting you were a virgin. Conveniently so.” He raked a hand through his hair.
“I do too.” She rubbed her face and found it still a little sticky. “I need another bath.”
Sergei touched her cheek, and his teeth flashed briefly. “Bear’s probably feeling mighty proud of himself.”
“Why should he? I did all the work.”
He laughed and snaked an arm around her waist, pulling her close for a kiss.
Chapter Eighteen
As had been feared, the cartel’s minions came by water. In the thick of a raging storm. Heavy rainfall and the rumbling sky muffled the sounds of the pirogues that glided to the banks and disgorged the first wave of their assault, claiming the sugarcane fields before the whine of airboat engines following them could be detected.
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