by Erika Wilde
Rick’s long, deep, fevered kisses added to her delirium, and she became one giant, trembling, aching, whimpering ball of need. Unable to speak or reach out to grab fistfuls of Declan’s hair because of her restraints, she rocked her hips against his mouth in a silent plea to give her the release she craved so desperately.
As if the men knew exactly what they were doing and the results it would produce, Declan pulled her clit into his mouth and sucked on that hard knot of flesh at the same time that Rick released her nipples from the clamps. A moan unraveled through Summer as blood surged back into the sensitive tips in a rush of tingling heat and throbbing need that gathered right where Declan centered all of his attention. Where his lips and tongue did dirty, filthy things to her pussy that had her climbing out of her skin, at the same time that he tunneled the anal plug the rest of its way inside her channel.
She cried out against Rick’s lips as she came so hard she saw stars beneath the blindfold. The climax that claimed her was so all-consuming, so overwhelmingly powerful, that she was only vaguely aware of the uncomfortable stretching, burning fullness of the toy filling her—and no longer cared. Not when she’d just experienced such sublime ecstasy.
Her legs went wobbly, and Rick anchored his arm more securely around her waist so she didn’t fall to the floor in a heap of boneless satisfaction.
“That was so fucking hot,” Declan growled, this voice thick with arousal as she sensed him standing back up again. “Put her on her knees, Rick,” he ordered.
Replete from her orgasm and still shackled, Summer followed Rick’s lead as he lowered her down to the floor so that she was kneeling on the soft, cushiony rug, her thighs spread a few inches apart. He settled in behind her, his hands caressing her bare skin on her shoulders and down her arms as she leaned back against him while the unmistakable sound of Declan removing his briefs came from somewhere in front of her.
She knew what this position meant . . . he’d kissed her mouth, and now he intended to fuck it. She licked her bottom lip in anticipation and startled when she felt his warm, callused fingers touch her face. She was even more shocked when Declan lifted the sleep mask off her eyes and removed it completely.
She blinked a few times, letting her gaze adjust to the dim lighting in the room, as well as the mouthwatering masculinity awaiting her. Declan stood completely naked in front of her, and her first thought was that she really wanted to lean forward and lick his taut abs. And the second was that the thick, erect cock only inches away from her face was going to be a whole lot more than a mouthful.
She inhaled the heady, musky scent of him, and a heavy craving gnawed at her, pulsing low in her belly. She shifted restlessly, impatiently waiting for Declan to issue his next command.
He surprised her again when he tucked two fingers beneath her chin and tipped her head back a few inches, until her eyes met his. His gaze was undeniably aroused. Dilated. Dark and hungry. All for her.
“I want your eyes up here as much as possible while you’re sucking me off,” he murmured. “Understand?”
She nodded, and when he caressed his hand over the top of her head, she nearly purred at the gentle petting. That sweet gesture only lasted a few seconds before he gripped his fingers in her hair at the nape of her neck so that he controlled her movements, and that assertive shift thrilled her. His other hand slowly stroked his rigid shaft, making her imagine all the times he’d jacked himself off while overseas . . . but tonight she wanted to be the one to give him that ultimate pleasure.
He guided her forward, and she automatically parted her lips, greeting the head of his cock with a soft, swirling lick of her tongue that tore a deep, impatient groan from his chest. Smiling to herself, she did it again, laving the flared crest before closing her lips over just the crown and sucked, aroused by the salty taste of his pre-cum leaking from the tip, along with the way his jaw clenched with lust and how he swore beneath his breath.
Rick nibbled his way up the side of her neck and gently chafed his thumbs across her sensitive nipples. “You’re teasing the beast, sweetheart,” he warned playfully in her ear, his own stiff erection prodding against her bare ass. “And you might not like the consequences.”
With playful defiance, she flicked her tongue along the underside of Declan’s shaft, more than willing to take that chance.
The man in front of her grunted at her show of insubordination. “Time to show this little vixen who’s in charge.”
Twisting her hair around his fist until she gasped at the delicious pinpoints of pain tingling across her scalp, he pushed her head down the length of his cock, until he was lodged all the way into her mouth and the head bumped against her gag reflexes. He groaned in pleasure while she made a choking sound as she tried to accommodate him. He slid back out, giving her a brief reprieve before burying his cock just as deep once again.
Rick’s hand slid up to her neck, his fingers applying a light amount of pressure against her vocal cords as his lips caressed her cheek. “Jesus, I can feel him in your throat.” His free hand slid between her legs, his fingers swiping through her wet, swollen slit, causing her body to shudder with her own renewed lust. “You’re soaked. You like sucking him off, don’t you?”
Since her mouth was full, she made an inarticulate sound, beyond aroused by both men and the whole scenario playing out. Restrained. Controlled. Dominated. She shamelessly loved it all.
“Your mouth is so damn warm and soft and wet . . . and your throat is so fucking tight,” Declan said, his voice sounding as rough as sandpaper. “Swallow around the head of my cock, kitten.”
Her heavy-lidded gaze held Declan’s as she obeyed his order, while Rick continued fingering her clit, stroking the embers of yet another orgasm smoldering just beneath the surface, gradually making it burn hotter, brighter, until she was squirming against his hand . . . so damn close.
“Don’t you dare come until he does,” Rick rasped into her ear, his harsh voice and sharp command startling her.
“I’m so fucking close,” Declan said through clenched teeth while his hips flexed harder, pushing every inch of him deeper as he fucked her throat, his gaze pleading, needing. “Tighten those sweet lips around my cock and suck me hard.”
She did as he ordered, dedicating her efforts to shattering Declan’s restraint, to being the one female he remembered when he had to leave for his next assignment. The woman he thought of when he wrapped his hand around his dick and jacked off.
Her mouth surrounded his shaft, milking him until her cheeks hollowed, giving him the rhythmic pressure he needed to combust. A hiss of breath escaped him as he swelled and pulsed against her tongue, then he tossed his head back and gave a savage shout, his entire body jerking as his hot seed filled her mouth and he lost himself in the intense pleasure of his release.
She barely had time to swallow before Rick allowed her to come, too. Another devastatingly precise stroke against her aching clit and her world exploded into a bright flare of ecstasy, disintegrating every part of her until she was utterly boneless . . . yet still wanting so much more.
Chapter Four
Barely cognizant and feeling like a rag doll, Summer felt herself being lifted from where she’d been kneeling on the floor, and in the next instant, she was swept up into Declan’s strong arms. With her hands still bound to the straps around her thighs and her body the equivalent of Jell-O, it was easy to relax into the warm male chest she was cradled against while being carried across the playroom.
Declan sat down on the couch with her in his lap, unclipping her wrist cuffs so her arms could move before taking the blanket that was draped over the back of the sofa and wrapping her up in the warm, soft fabric. A content sigh escaped her as she burrowed closer to his chest and reveled in the gentle way his hand stroked her leg beneath the covers—such a tender, soothing contrast from the beast of a man who’d just ravished her mouth in such depraved ways.
“Would you like something to drink or eat?” Declan asked, the fingers of his
other hand sliding into her hair to massage her scalp.
“No, I’m good. Thank you.” She managed to lift her heavy lashes to look up at him, surprised to find an unsettled furrow on his brow—as if what they’d just done had affected him just as profoundly as it had her.
The thought made her heart race. She’d arrived at The Players Club tonight without any emotional expectations toward whoever she chose to hook up with, but there was no denying the connection she felt toward Declan in such a short period of time. Not just desire but a deeper chemistry and attraction that stirred inside her and reflected in his gaze.
She’d thought for sure any bond she might have formed when she’d agreed to the threesome would have been with Rick, whom she’d known much longer than his stepbrother. And even though Rick had made it clear that he’d wanted her just as much as Declan, it had been Declan who’d taken charge of their scene from the beginning, as well as what happened to her. He’d made the demands, not Rick.
She supposed she could write off Declan’s assertive behavior to the fact that he hadn’t been with a woman in years, but he’d been focused on her pleasure as much as his own. She’d honestly never been touched so possessively, had never been so swayed to give both her mind and body over to a man’s dominance so easily, so freely, knowing that he’d never take advantage of that trust.
She snuck a peek at Rick, who’d taken the single chair close to the couch near her and Declan, his long legs sprawled out in front of him. The lights in the room were still dimmed, but she could clearly see the thick length of his erection pressing against the front of his boxer briefs, reminding her that he’d yet to get any relief from his own arousal. There was a slight curve to his mouth as he quietly watched the two of them, along with a speculative gleam in his gaze, as if he was analyzing Declan’s attentiveness with her.
It was very oddly silent, and she wondered if they’d changed their minds about a ménage with her. “So . . . umm . . . are we done?” she asked tentatively. She might have already had two orgasms, but she still wanted to experience these two men at once.
Rick didn’t reply but instead quirked his brow at Declan as if to leave the answer to him.
“No, we aren’t done,” Declan finally replied as his hand skimmed over the curve of her hip beneath the blanket, his hot touch like a brand to her skin. “Just giving you a break before you take the two of us at the same time.”
“Are you sure you want to share?” Rick asked, his tone droll.
“I do . . . want you both,” Summer said before realizing that Rick’s question had been directed at Declan, and now the two men’s gazes were locked in a challenge of some sort that she didn’t understand.
“Well, who are we to deny you the experience?” Declan drawled, as if to say, Challenge accepted to Rick.
Since she couldn’t make sense of whatever was happening between the two men, she sought to change the subject. “So, how long have the two of you been doing this? Sharing women, I mean.”
“Since we were teenagers,” Rick said without a pause.
Summer felt her eyes widen in shock. “Oh, wow, really?”
Rick nodded. “Yeah, the first time—”
“I don’t think she needs to hear all the sordid details,” Declan interrupted, his tone abrupt and gruff.
A slow, goading smile curved Rick’s lips. “I think she’d enjoy hearing all about them, wouldn’t you, Summer?”
“I want to know,” she said, nodding eagerly, even as Declan scowled at her enthusiastic response. “Especially the sordid details.”
Declan groaned and Rick laughed at his stepbrother’s chagrin.
“You’re much naughtier than you appear to be,” Rick said.
“Yeah, I kind of like being a bad girl.” And she was also enjoying the byplay between stepbrothers. Learning whatever she could about the two of them was a bonus.
“The first time it happened, I was nineteen, and Declan was seventeen,” Rick said, establishing that he was the older of the two of them. “Our parents were away for the weekend, and I thought that Declan was out with friends when I invited Vanessa over with the intention of us hooking up.”
“Was she your girlfriend?” Summer asked curiously.
“No, it was just a friends-with-benefits situation,” he explained, relaxing more comfortably in his seat, a slight reminiscent smile on his lips. “Anyway, I was up in my room sitting on a bean bag chair, and Vanessa was on her knees in front of me, completely naked as she sucked my cock, which she was extremely good at. The bedroom door was open a few inches, and I saw Declan standing there, watching us.”
She swept a teasing gaze up to Declan. “Ahhh, a voyeur, even as a teenager, huh?”
He shrugged. “I came home and heard sex noises coming from Rick’s room, so what else was I supposed to do but go and investigate?”
“But even after you found out what was going on, instead of leaving, you stayed,” Rick pointed out. “One hand rubbing your dick through your shorts and your gaze riveted on the way I fucked Vanessa’s mouth so deep she choked on the head every time it hit the back of her throat and how she kept shifting on her knees, spreading her legs wider against the hardwood floor and rolling her hips as through she needed a cock filling up her pussy, too.”
The dirty story played out in Summer’s mind, and she bit her bottom lip, wanting to know how it all ended. “What happened next?”
Rick dragged a hand along the slight stubble on his jaw, not doing anything to hide his grin. “Declan was so caught up in the moment that he let out a groan, which at first startled Vanessa. But when she looked behind her and saw who was standing just outside the cracked doorway, she wiggled her bare ass at Declan and asked if he wanted to join us. Needless to say, that was the first of many threesomes between us that summer, and from there, we’ve occasionally enjoyed sharing a woman. Though it’s not a necessity for us like it is for some guys who are looking for a legitimate triad relationship.”
She nodded in understanding. “While what we’re doing tonight is . . . fun, and incredibly hot, I’m not sure I could wrap my mind around a permanent, polyamorous relationship.”
“So, you’re a one-man type of woman?” Declan asked.
“When it comes to a committed relationship, yes,” she said, absently stroking a hand down Declan’s warm, bare chest. “I don’t think I’m the kind of woman who can love two men at the same time . . . forever. It all seems so complicated.”
“For people in the lifestyle, polyamory definitely has its own set of complications,” Rick agreed. “Especially when it comes to explaining things to family and friends.”
“I think my friends, who are also your friends and very open-minded, would be fine with it,” she said, her tone amused. “As for family . . . well, there’s no one close enough to me to care about what I do with my life, or with whom.”
Declan frowned down at her, his hand firm on her thigh beneath the blanket. “What do you mean?”
She hadn’t intended to delve into her less-than-idyllic past and familial situation, but considering the unyielding way Declan was staring at her, she didn’t think he’d let her brush off his query. “What I mean is, I don’t have any family or relatives who are a part of my life. My mother got pregnant with me when she was sixteen, and I never knew who my father was, so there was never any connection to his family. My grandma raised me since my mother had no interest in having a kid in her life. She died young, at the age of twenty-seven, from a drug overdose, and when I was nineteen, my grandmother passed away from breast cancer, leaving me on my own.”
“I’m sorry,” Declan murmured, genuine sympathy in his tone as he reached up and gently brushed a few strands of hair from her face. “That must have been difficult for you.”
It had actually been a devastating loss, but she chose to remember all the uplifting things about her childhood. Learning to bake from scratch, and her grandmother teaching her how to sew her own clothes and outfits for her dolls. She remembered
the sunny days kneeling beside her grandmother as they tended to her garden and planted flowers every spring. And birthdays and Christmases that always made Summer feel special.
“Despite my mother’s choices, my grandma was always very good to me. I couldn’t have asked for someone more loving and caring during my formative and teenage years.”
“Have you always lived in San Diego?” Rick asked, drawing her attention back to him.
“No. I grew up in Spokane until . . .” She shook her head to cut off her words and pulled the blanket closer around her body, not wanting to talk about the reason why she’d left the state she’d grown up in.
Declan wasn’t letting her off so easily and clearly sensed there was more. Tucking his fingers beneath her chin, he turned her head back toward him so she had no choice but to meet his intense gaze. “Until what? And don’t tell me nothing unless you want me to paddle your ass until you can’t sit down for a week.”
Her eyes widened in shock at his adamant tone. He wasn’t joking. She might have enjoyed the playful swats of the crop, but the thought of a much larger and thicker implement tenderizing her backside made her hesitate. “Why does it matter?”
“Because you’re talking to someone who’s learned to read a person’s body language for a living,” Rick replied for Declan. “Along with someone who works for a security firm and knows when a person is evading something important. What made you leave the only place you’d known?”
She exhaled a deep breath and told them the truth. “I left Spokane because I wanted to start somewhere fresh and new after testifying against a guy my best friend at the time was dating. He assaulted her pretty badly, which I witnessed, and it was my testimony that helped put him away for a few years. After that happened, I finally decided to move to sunny, warm San Diego, which is something I’ve always wanted to do. My leaving is as simple as that.”
