Mirror Amour (Circotica Series)

by Jade Hart

  “Stop talking. You’re turning me on way too much. I’m not even naked yet and want to dry hump you to completion,” Carson muttered in my hair.

  I laughed, loving the sensation of power at turning the co-owner of Circotica, who probably had more sex than most people on the planet, into a sex-crazed fiend.

  “Undress her,” Noah ordered as his hand released my breast, and he went to sit on the bed.

  Carson smiled darkly. “It would be my pleasure.”

  Oh my. The way Carson devoured me with his gaze made me his slave. How could a complete stranger turn me into a pile of nerves? Perhaps I should embrace bigamy and keep both men? I would never get bored of being in the middle.

  The mirrors reflected me standing with my dress bunched around my waist, and my sexy black and silver lightning bra covering my rapidly moving chest.

  Carson reached to flick my nipple through the gauzy lingerie. “You match my emblem for the night. How coincidental.” He pressed a finger to his cheekbone where the glittery lightning bolt winked in the low lighting. “Kiss it.”

  I responded to the order in a rather hussy like manner. Gathering him to me, I kissed where he pointed. His finger didn’t move so I ended up kissing both his cheek and digit. He froze as I circled my tongue around his forefinger and slowly sucked it into my mouth.

  His purple eyes darkened to aubergine. “You sure you haven’t been to Circotica before?”

  I shook my head as I hollowed my cheeks and sucked as hard as I could.

  Noah shifted on the bed, and my eyes locked on his in one of the many mirrors. Mental images of sucking him buckled my knees, I wanted him so bad.

  Carson slowly withdrew his finger. “I take it this situation doesn’t scare you? Two men. Alone? About to be fucked, watched, adored?”

  How could I be frightened of that? He made it sound like the best decision of my life.

  I whispered, “You don’t scare me. You turn me on so much I feel like I’m going to pop out of my skin if you don’t get me naked.”

  Noah sat forward, breathing harsh. “Linden. Fuck. I had no idea you were like this.” To Carson he said, “Remove her bra. I want to see what I denied myself for so long.”

  Carson skirted me, running lazy fingers along my midriff. I breathed hard as his fingers trailed my spine to the clasp on my bra. Noah sat transfixed. I was the main course tonight, and he looked starving.

  A soft moan escaped me as the clasp popped free. I reached up to catch the cups as Carson pushed the straps from my shoulders. But he ordered, “Let it fall.”

  So I stood there as the organza fluttered to the floor, and I was left half-naked. Carson reached from behind and captured both breasts. Weighing them, caressing. “You have incredible tits. Doesn’t she, Noah? Wet-dream tits.”

  I couldn’t breathe as Noah nodded, eyes locked onto my flesh. “Stunning.”

  I’d never been self-confident before, but the way both men touched me, watched me, made me revel in my 34 B’s as if they were the best assets I had.

  Carson swivelled me to face him. “Tonight you are ours, Linden. No more thinking. We can do what we want to you, and you’ll let us. Get that?”

  Holy shit, yes, I got that. I nodded.

  “Good girl.” He kissed me, bending me backward as he ravaged my mouth. It wasn’t gentle or coaxing. It was bruising and controlling and it did exactly what he told me to do. Stopped me thinking. My body flared into sensation and everything was liquid with overpowering need.

  I was so caught up in Carson’s kiss I didn’t notice my dress being tugged over my thighs until a hot tongue skimmed my spine. Oh God. Noah.

  His long, strong fingers I’d admired more than once eased through the sides of my knickers. In a long sensual move, he slid them down my legs to join my bra on the floor.

  Carson stopped kissing me. He spun and pushed me, so I catapulted into Noah. He’d removed his shirt and his hot flesh seared my nipples as I pressed against him.

  I managed to suck in a breath before his mouth descended and his tongue shot through my lips. The fierceness was exactly what I wanted. Craved. I wasn’t here for sweet and tender. I was here for rough and primal. His chest was smooth heaven beneath my fingertips as I clawed him closer.

  A scent of lemon and redwood filled my nose. It seemed every day his smell turned me on. I even took to sniffing his body wash when I used the shower. I loved his crisp, masculine scent.

  Noah stopped kissing me. We froze in each other’s arms, breathing hard. “You’re beautiful,” he murmured. His sudden sweetness overwhelmed me, and my heart jumped.

  He pressed a chaste kiss against my lips. “I’m so happy the circus came to town.”

  I laughed softly. “The R18 circus you mean?”

  Carson moved toward us. His reflection in the polygon mirrors heightened my senses and I lusted for his touch. He raised his hand, wrapping it in my curls.

  “See, this is why I helped start Circotica. For men and woman who are starving for sexual contact. Every fantasy can be indulged. Being whipped by a tiger trainer; getting ravaged by stunt devils; being lassoed in silk by multiple women; and my personal favourite—sex on a trapeze. ” He grinned, tugging my hair so sensation jolted over my scalp. “It makes me so horny to know I help.”

  Noah ducked his head and pulled my nipple into his mouth, groaning. I swayed on my feet as the fiery tug on my nipple caused tingles between my legs. It was a direct link and made me as wet as I’d ever been.

  Carson tipped my head and kissed me. His scraggy shadow rasped, making my lips extra sensitive.

  I gasped as Noah’s hands started exploring, running over my stomach, my hips. Ever so slowly he followed the contour of my thighs and dipped inward. His head came up, lips glistening with moisture. “I want to be the first to touch you—”

  My brain fogged. He had been touching me. Sucking me. What did he mean?

  My limbs rigomortified as his fingers went directly to my core. “—Here.”

  Eyes snapped closed and my forehead landed on his shoulder as he pressed deep into my heat. I was slippery and hot, and his finger was the best thing I’d ever felt. A small spasm of release caught me fast. I was so turned on, just the slight penetration had me desperate for an orgasm.

  Carson circled us, watching in the mirrors as I bowed into Noah’s expert touch. “You look good from every angle like that, Linden.”

  Noah murmured in my ear. “Spread your legs wider.”

  The command turned my remaining rational self to goo, and I obeyed. Inching my knees further apart, my heels scraped on the mirrored floor. The moment I did as commanded, he inserted another long finger, stretching me, filling me. Turning me from needful to positively suicidal with lust.

  “God, you feel exactly like I imagined.” He kissed me hard, his tongue moving in time to the heavy, moody song swirling around us. His fingers eased in and out, thrusting slowly, flaming me to a fever.

  “Hey,” Carson whispered, his face dark, shadowed, and sexy as hell. “No fair. Noah can’t have all of you. Kiss me.”

  My lust-heavy body heated even more as my heart raced. Noah let me angle my head to welcome Carson’s lips. As his mouth captured mine, Noah thrust harder, earning a loud moan of surprise.

  Carson bit my lip as my mouth went slack, focusing entirely on what Noah’s incredible fingers were doing.

  These two men were both so different, but they watched me with the same smouldering predatory look gleaming in their eyes. My stomach clenched to their unanswered call. I wanted to be claimed and ravaged. Taken. Used.

  Hot, heavy anticipation unfurled inside.

  Carson stopped kissing me and swore under his breath. Wedging himself between Noah and I, he growled. “My turn to touch.”

  Noah’s face stiffened as Carson gripped his wrist and withdrew his fingers from me. I gasped as he glared at Carson. Tension erupted between them, and I froze. Surely they wouldn’t fight over me. They both knew the deal when we came in here. We
were to share. Watch. Enjoy.

  I reached out and touched Noah’s cheek. “You can fuck me first.” My entire body erupted into swirls of temptation. Did I really just say that?

  Noah’s attention snapped to me, and he sucked in a lungful of oxygen. He opened his mouth to say something, but I think I shocked him into muteness. However, his body language was anything but silent. It screamed how much he wanted to take me there and then. My eyes dropped to his black jeans and the bulge straining the denim. “Go and lie down. Get naked. I want to watch you while Carson touches me.”

  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 turn
ed 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.