Playing with Desire (The Players Club Book 6)

by Erika Wilde

  Declan’s gaze narrowed as he studied her expression, and she rolled her eyes to lighten the mood because she no longer wanted to discuss anything but what she’d come to The Players Club for. “You said we weren’t done tonight,” she reminded him, turning bold and brazen as she wiggled her backside against his groin. “And with this huge toy still in my ass, I think I’m plenty stretched and ready to take you both.”

  Declan’s hazel eyes darkened as he threaded his fingers through her hair and twisted the strands tight against her scalp, while his other hand slid back beneath the covers and between her legs. Without warning, he tunneled two fingers inside her slick channel, rough and deep enough that her internal muscles clenched against the unexpected invasion. Her lips parted on a startled gasp as he worked a third finger inside her, pushing past her body’s initial resistance without hesitation.

  His thumb flicked across her clit, the dominant look in his eyes making her hotter, wetter against his hand. “Trust me, kitten, you’re not ready, but we’re going to make it work, and you’re going to scream from the initial pain of taking two thick cocks at once and then scream again from the exquisite pleasure of being fucked in both places as that burning, stretching sensation turns into sweet, blissful ecstasy.”

  She shivered and moaned, her lashes falling half-mast, her entire body already softening around his thrusting fingers, craving the depraved scenario he’d just painted in her mind. “I want that,” she whispered shamelessly. “Please.”

  “Fuck,” he said on a harsh exhale of breath, as if his own restraint was about ready to snap and he was on the verge of turning into a savage on her—which she wouldn’t have minded one bit.

  Rick cleared his throat, loudly, reminding them that he was still in the room, too. “Shall we move things to the bed, where we’ll all be more comfortable?” he suggested, his voice more lighthearted than the intense moment between Summer and Declan. “Before you end up fucking her on that couch without me?”

  Declan closed his eyes for a moment, seemingly composing himself as he removed his hand from between Summer’s legs, while Rick stood from his chair and headed in the direction of the bed. He settled on top of the covers with his back slightly propped up against the headboard and waited for them to join him.

  With Declan’s help, Summer got to her feet, and she let the blanket drop to the floor, watching as Declan stood, too. With his boxer briefs gone, she took in the way the stiff length of his cock curved up toward his belly, a good seven inches. Feeling naughty, she reached out to touch him, but before she could curl her fingers around all that masculinity, he gently smacked the back of her hand, startling her enough that she jerked her arm back.

  “Jesus Christ,” he said through clenched teeth. “If you so much as touch me right now, I’m going to fucking lose it. And the next time I come, it’s going to be as deep as I can get inside of you.”

  With that proclamation, he pressed his palm to the base of her spine and ushered her across the room. When they reached the mattress where Rick reclined, she realized that he’d shucked his own underwear. Her first thought when she glimpsed his erection, which he’d already sheathed in a condom and stroked in his hand, was that he was as endowed as Declan. Her pulse sped up a few notches as the first bit of trepidation trickled through her. Yeah, screaming was going to be a very big possibility.

  Declan removed the straps around her thighs, and she automatically lifted her hands so he could unbuckle the wrist cuffs, too.

  He shook his head, his expression suddenly stern. “Those are staying on. Get on the bed and straddle Rick’s lap so you can ride his cock.”

  Summer did as Declan ordered, positioning her knees on either side of Rick’s hips so that she was poised right above his straining shaft, and waited for her next order.

  “Give me your hands,” Declan said.

  She immediately complied, watching as he stretched her arms out and latched the chain on the wrist cuffs to one of the decorative iron swirls that made up the headboard. Unable to move her arms very far, she was yet again under both their command. Anticipation coiled low and deep in her belly.

  “Umm, I like this view very much,” Rick murmured from beneath her as he squeezed her breasts together, licking and sucking each nipple before biting one hard enough to make her moan as another surge of pleasure zinged its way down to her sex.

  Rick released her breasts, and with a sinful grin, he reached down between them and rubbed the smooth tip of his cock along her swollen, sensitive folds before lodging the head right at her entrance. His hands settled on her waist, sliding her down onto him a few notches, and she bit her bottom lip, shocked by the unbelievably snug fit with the anal plug still in place.

  She looked down, her hair falling around her face as she met Rick’s heated, hungry gaze. “Ready to take all of me, sweetheart?”

  She swallowed hard and nodded. “Yes.”

  His fingers slid lower, gripping her hips as he pulled her down in one unrelenting motion that forced her to take every inch of his cock and he’d buried himself inside her to the hilt. He exhaled on a rumbling groan at the same time a shudder rolled down her spine, reawakening all those nerve endings between her legs she thought had been sated by two orgasms but were tingling to life again.

  “Fuck me,” Rick ordered gruffly.

  Shamelessly, she arched her back and moved on top of him, riding Rick’s cock and grinding down on his shaft while he drove his hips upward in counterpoint, pushing impossibly deep, again and again. Hips undulating, she tossed her head back as she rubbed her clit against his pubic bone, mindlessly chasing the orgasm building up under that tight knot of flesh until she was close to making herself explode.

  A soft, needy moan slipped past her lips, which quickly turned into a startled yelp when Declan, who’d been standing by the side of the bed, struck her ass with the crop—two consecutive stinging swats that immediately distracted her from her impending orgasm. Her body jolted in shock, and Rick released a hiss of breath as her inner muscles reflexively squeezed around him.

  When she turned her head to look at Declan, satisfaction passed across his dark features. “No coming until we’re all together.”

  “He’s so fucking bossy,” Rick said, his own voice a combination of frustration and teasing. “Don’t feel bad, sweetheart. With that plug in your ass, you feel so damn good and tight around my dick I could come right now, too.”

  The fierce growl that erupted from Declan’s throat sounded almost violent. “Don’t you fucking dare.”

  Tossing the crop aside, Declan moved up onto the bed behind Summer. She heard the rip of a foil packet as he retrieved a condom, then sucked in a surprised gasp as he removed the anal toy and poured cool, slick lubricant in its place. The moment he fitted his cock at her back entrance, her hands tightened around the iron rungs of the headboard, and her entire body instinctively tensed up, rebuffing the foreign pressure there.

  He gently stroked a hand down her back in a soothing caress. “I promise I’ll work my way in slowly, but I need you to relax and breathe,” he said in a coaxing murmur.

  She tried her best to comply but couldn’t stop the whimper that escaped past her lips as he began advancing his way inside her in a deliberate, steady push that burned like fire as he attempted to ease past that tight ring of muscles.

  She started to panic. “I . . . I don’t think I can do this.”

  “You can.” Rick framed her face in his hands, his gaze reassuring. “It’s going to be uncomfortable at first, but if you don’t fight it, your body will adjust to the both of us, and then it will start to feel good. Really good.”

  God, she hoped so, because right now she felt as though she was about to be split apart.

  “Give her something else to think about,” Declan said gruffly, as if he knew the worst was yet to come.

  Rick brought her mouth down to his and kissed her, so hot and deep it made her head spin. His demanding lips and the erotic sweep of his tongue against
hers made Summer momentarily forget all about what was about to happen.

  Until Declan tunneled the rest of the way into her, enormous and huge, scaping along nerve endings she didn’t even know she had and filling her so full the initial agony of taking two men at once tore a high-pitched scream from her lungs. Rick swallowed the sound as he continued to ravage her mouth, while behind her, she heard Declan release a long, dark, lust-filled groan.

  His big body shuddered against her backside as he started moving in and out of her, at first slow and easy, pushing her down onto Rick’s shaft at the same time. Between the two of them, they gradually adopted a provocative, slick rhythm that had one cock thrusting into her when the other withdrew, then vice versa.

  In time, Summer was shocked to feel all that pain and discomfort ebb into a dark, seductive kind of pleasure. One that converged right down to her now aching, throbbing clit, and she rocked her hips for the most friction, the deepest impact, to turn that spark into a flame.

  Declan moved over her from behind, pressing his chest against her back and sandwiching Summer between him and Rick as he started driving faster, deeper inside her body, his breath hot and heavy against her neck. One of his hands came up to curve around her throat, and his thumb and forefinger gripped her jaw to turn her head toward his, effectively ending her kiss with Rick.

  Declan’s lips instantly slanted across hers, rough and possessive, as if he was desperate for a taste of her, too. His tongue plunged deep, taking her mouth with a thorough aggression that staggered her. It matched the way he claimed her body so intimately and with such assertive dominance, making her feel utterly claimed.

  Beneath her, Rick groaned like a dying man. “Christ, I’m going to come, so fucking hard.”

  His words were like the beginning of an avalanche for the three of them, the driving force that pushed them each over the precipice and into a shattering three-way climax. She let herself fall right along with them, crying out against Declan’s lips as the devastating sensations coursing through her seemed to splinter her into a million pieces.

  These two men had ensnared every one of her senses, giving her the kind of unparalleled pleasure she’d only fantasized about. It was definitely a night she’d never forget.

  Chapter Five

  With effort, Declan moved off of Summer so he didn’t crush her beneath his weight. He rolled onto his back on the mattress beside her and rested his arm over his eyes while trying to regain his bearings, because he felt as though he’d just barreled into a brick wall at warp speed. At least that would explain why he was unnaturally dazed by the intensity of everything that had happened tonight. So stunned by the overwhelming need for Summer and incredibly confused by all those insanely possessive feelings she brought out in him when females in the past were just a means for physical release and satisfaction.

  For a man who prided himself on discipline and control in all aspects of his life for solid, legitimate reasons—personally, professionally, emotionally, and even sexually—this sweet, curvy blonde had unraveled him in ways he never would have thought conceivable. His desire for her had thrown his equilibrium off and had made any kind of restraint with her impossible.

  He was used to sexually experienced women who enjoyed a darker version of fucking, and while Summer had been far from being a naïve virgin, she’d allowed him and Rick a lot of her firsts tonight—with unabashed verve, unbridled passion, and unashamed acceptance. She might have had a moment or two of trepidation over the course of their scenes, but once those nerves melted away, she’d been fearless and so damn hot and sexy in her pursuit of pleasure.

  She was an intriguing mix of vixen and vulnerability, sass and sweet guile, and it was a combination that captivated the jaded part of him. She was like a breath of fresh air in a world—his unpleasant world, specifically—where he had a resume the length of his arm that included dozens of dangerous, treacherous missions and assassinating powerful, threatening criminals in third-world countries. Where he’d killed fanatical terrorists in order to save the innocent hostages they’d held prisoner for months, years even.

  In his military career as a sniper, he’d witnessed so much terror and death toward both innocent people and corrupt rebels. He’d seen and been a part of so many horrific assignments and knew that even worse monstrosities lurked around the corner once he returned to duty. Mentally, he remained sharp and vigilant, but he’d learned long ago that keeping his emotions on lockdown was the only way to survive—in the military and even in civilian life.

  But he’d be lying if he didn’t admit that Summer soothed something inside of him, made the darkness he lived with a bit lighter, and he wanted more than just one night with her. Hell, he’d take her for the rest of his three weeks of leave if she’d agree to a temporary arrangement, because that’s all he could offer before being deployed once again.

  And greedy bastard that he was, he wanted Summer all to himself.

  Hearing the metal-on-metal sound of Summer’s wrist restraints to the headboard being unclipped, followed by her soft moan as Rick eased her off him and next to Declan on the bed, he finally lowered his arm and switched his attention to the soft, replete woman lying on the pillow beside him. A sated smile curved her lips, her face was beautifully flushed, and she wore a blissed-out expression that made him suspect she was on some level of subspace.

  While Rick got up and went to use the adjoining restroom, Declan removed the cuffs around each of her wrists and dropped them to the floor, then pulled the comforter around her naked body to keep her warm.

  “Are you okay?” he asked, wanting to make sure she didn’t need anything for the next few minutes.

  “Mmm.” The soft, dreamy sound rumbled in her throat as she blinked up at him, looking like a goddess with her long, blonde hair spilling over the pillow beneath her head. “I’m fantastic. Just a little sore in places.”

  Which was to be expected, considering what the three of them had just done, and he felt an overwhelming need to take care of her, which he’d do just as soon as he handled something else. “I’ll be right back,” he said as Rick came out of the bathroom, giving Declan the chance to clean up, too.

  When Declan returned to the playroom, he found Rick with his boxer briefs already on, and Declan approached his stepbrother as he stepped into his dress slacks and pulled them up.

  “I want her for myself,” Declan blurted out, sounding more like a demanding asshole than he’d intended.

  “Yeah, I figured that out a while ago,” Rick replied with a smirk, his voice low to keep Summer from hearing their conversation. “I gotta say, I’ve never seen you so possessive with a woman before. There were times I almost expected you to roar and beat on your chest like a fucking caveman.”

  Declan glared. He wanted to argue the charge but couldn’t, because he’d definitely been territorial at times, even if he couldn’t explain why Summer had made him feel that way. “You’re not walking away unhappy,” he pointed out.

  Rick laughed lightly and shook his head. “No, not at all,” he agreed as he slipped into his dress shirt and started fastening the buttons. “But I knew from the moment you saw Summer down in the VIP lounge that you were very attracted to her, and I should have just let you have her all to yourself tonight. However, I can’t say that I didn’t enjoy myself immensely. She was very adventurous and eager to please, and my dick is quite satisfied.”

  A scowl furrowed Declan’s brows. Rick was goading him, as he enjoyed doing, and his stepbrother was lucky Declan didn’t bust him in the chops. “I’m spending the next three weeks with her.” While his voice was low, his tone was abrupt and direct, clearly claiming Summer as his own.

  Rick eyed him thoughtfully as he pulled on his socks and slipped into his shoes. “She’s all yours, but despite your take-charge attitude, spending the next three weeks with you is up to her.”

  Declan thought about Rick knowing Summer previously, and a question occurred to him. “Do you have feelings for her?”

>   Rick shook his head, the light in his eyes genuinely honest. “I like Summer. I even care about her. She’s sweet and unassuming and gorgeous. But am I in love with her? No. Tonight was hot as fuck, but I’m not going to interfere between the two of you if that’s what you’re worried about. You deserve to enjoy yourself while you’re on leave, and if it’s with Summer, then I’ll gladly bow out.” He paused for a moment before adding more seriously, “Just be careful and don’t hurt her.”

  “What makes you think I’m going to hurt her?” he asked, unable to keep the defensive note from his voice.

  Rick exhaled a sigh and looked at Declan as if he was obtuse. “Summer doesn’t strike me as a fuck-buddy, good-time kind of girl, so make your intentions clear up-front so she doesn’t let her emotions get involved in this short-term affair, because you and I both know you aren’t going to make her any promises when you leave.”

  It was a stark truth that Declan couldn’t deny and brought up memories he would have preferred remained in the past. The one woman he’d made a promise to when he’d joined the army had broken hers after less than a year of him being gone. His girlfriend’s betrayal had gutted him, making it clear that long-term relationships and overseas military life didn’t mix. At least not for him.

  Staying single and unattached kept him, and everyone else, protected. Less involvement equaled less casualties, especially if something fatal should happen to him in the line of duty. His own father had been in the army, fighting in Desert Storm, and Declan had lived through the devastation and despair his dad’s death at the hands of a foreign enemy had caused his mother. Declan had been only five years old, but he clearly remembered as two formally dressed officers delivered the news of his father’s death. Watching his mother collapse in gut-wrenching grief and fall into a deep depression after the funeral service had left a lasting impression on him.