Taboo (Penthouse Pleasures Book 1)

by Jayne Rylon

  “Thanks, Ian.” She kissed him then, sweetly with a hint of spice. “I’m feeling pretty good about things myself. Though I sort of liked fucking a stranger. That was a fun game.”

  “It can be even better when you sleep with someone who understands every inch of you and all the mental quirks that will push you to extreme heights. Will you consider turning this one-night stand into something more meaningful? A real relationship?” He paused. “That’s all I’m asking, that you give this a shot.”

  “I’m not sure, Ian. Can’t we see where things take us? I’m afraid, too—of getting burned again. The longer I spend with you two, the more likely I am to end up hurt. It’s a lot to ask after just one day.”

  “I know, I’m sorry. I shouldn’t have said anything.” He rubbed his eyes with his knuckles.

  “I asked, you answered.” Casey smiled at him. “I’m not a lawyer for nothing.”

  Ian chuckled. “I bet you’re spectacular at your job.”

  “I am.”

  Jace leaned against the doorjamb, his ankles crossed. “Are you two having fun without me?”

  “I’m too tired for more fun,” she answered honestly.

  “It’s been a hell of a day,” he agreed as he wandered closer then sank into bed.

  Sandwiched between Ian and Jace, she couldn’t have felt safer. Or sleepier.

  “We’ve got you,” Ian promised.

  “Yes, you do.” She hoped he realized she was talking about more than their imminent snugglefest.

  The guys wrapped around her, cocooning her in their strong limbs and heat. She was asleep before anyone could say another word.

  11

  Casey woke the next morning when sunlight speared through the enormous windows of her bedroom, directly into her face. Ugh. Good thing she got up before the sun most days.

  When she could stop squinting long enough to bring her bedroom into focus, the first thing she saw was Jace’s handsome face. It was so rare to catch him like that—relaxed, resting—that she took her time memorizing the mask of serenity he wore in sleep.

  “You really knocked him out,” Ian murmured from behind her.

  She jumped. Oops. Busted drooling over her ex-boyfriend. Or were they dating again? She should probably clarify that at some point.

  Ian chuckled. “Forget about me so soon?”

  “Of course not.” She grinned. “It’d be impossible not to notice something that big jabbing me in the ass.”

  “Anal play is Jace’s specialty, not mine.” He nuzzled the nape of her neck before kissing lightly beneath her ear, making her shiver.

  “Did somebody say anal?” Jace mumbled, then scrubbed his face with his hands and stretched. He turned to face them with a wicked grin.

  Casey snickered. “Figures that would rouse you.”

  “It’s your fucking fault I’m obsessed with the back door.” He wrapped his arm around her hip then rolled her onto her stomach so he could swat her cheeks, massage them, then trace the valley between them with the tip of one finger. “The time we tried it still stands as one of the best nights of my life. It was intense to share that first with you.”

  It had been, though she wasn’t sure she wanted to admit it.

  “Hey, I’ll try anything once.” She shrugged one shoulder. Her legs shifted restlessly against the sheets, a desperate attempt to quell the arousal bubbling up within her. “That doesn’t mean I want to do it every day or ever again, for that matter.”

  “Is that a general comment, or are you bored with ménage already?” Ian asked, sounding legitimately concerned.

  Before she could reassure him, Jace pled their case. “We have some other kinky tricks up our sleeves…or down our pants, however that saying goes.”

  “Hmm…” She decided to string them along. “You know, I’m an experienced woman now. You’re going to have to work hard to keep it interesting.”

  “Well, ma’am, I’m an officer of the law and I think I’m about to arrest you for being far too fucking hot for two ordinary men.” Ian reached over to his nightstand and returned dangling a set of handcuffs from his index finger.

  “You’re right. I’ve been a bad girl.” Casey had been shocked the first time Jace had restrained her. Shocked and inexplicably turned on. It seemed not much had changed since then. She hadn’t realized it because she’d never trusted anyone else enough to allow them to bind her. “You’d better make sure I can’t escape, then show me what you’re capable of.”

  Jace pounced. He flipped her over and had her wrists pinned in one of his hands before she could even pretend to fight him. Truth was, she was already caught. By them.

  It would have been impossible for her to get up and leave when they were looking at her like they were about to treat her to the best morning sex of her life. She squirmed. Nope, not getting loose.

  To erase any lingering doubt, Jace nodded at Ian, who fastened one of the cuffs around her wrist before feeding the chain through one of the metal swirls of her headboard. Then he snapped the other around her second wrist.

  The click of the chain against her bed inspired a shiver. The good kind.

  Instinctively, she spread her legs, hoping one of the men would accept her invitation.

  “Not so fast, babe.” Jace ran his hand from her knee to her crotch.

  She moaned. He cupped her pussy, teasing her as much with his touches as he did with what he told her next.

  “You said yourself, you’re an expert in ménage.” Jace leaned in and nipped her bottom lip. “So it shouldn’t be any problem for you to fuck us both at once.”

  She tugged on the cuffs then. No luck. No breaking free.

  “Do you think you’re up for that?” Ian asked her softly, making sure she wasn’t truly trying to run from them, while Jace maintained his roleplay character.

  She nodded emphatically. Jace smiled down at her, rewarding her with a brush of his thumb over her clit. Fuck. Casey arched toward his touch, so he did it again. It wouldn’t be long before things progressed from playing to full-on fucking.

  “Do you have any lube?” Ian asked. Thank God he was thinking of practicalities. She and Jace certainly weren’t.

  She’d personally moved in her toy chest and put it in the closet to avoid any accidents. The last thing she needed was for the movers to have dropped it on the lobby floor and spilled her vibrators, accessories, and decent-sized gay porn collection in front of the doorman, Lenny.

  If that had happened, she would have had to move right back out again…if she hadn’t died of embarrassment first.

  “Casey?” Ian repeated.

  “Yeah. It’s in the black steamer trunk in the closet.” She was either going to regret telling him that or it was going to lead to one of the more amazing moments of her life. She hoped for the latter. “There are condoms in there, too.”

  “Good, I used my wallet stash last night,” Jace admitted. “Hustle, Ian.”

  While Ian gathered supplies, Jace rocked her onto her side again, facing away from him this time. He wrapped her in his arms and squeezed. Though he didn’t say anything, she knew he was trying to tell her how grateful he was to have her again, if only for however long this lasted.

  She knew because she felt the same way.

  Then his hands began to roam from her breasts over her stomach to her pussy. He took his time, turning her on, making every part of her body hum with appreciation. When Ian came back, he took a moment to appreciate the sight of them together.

  “Damn, that’s sexy.” His stare raked the length of her bound, stretched body.

  “We’re lucky bastards, aren’t we?” Jace asked him.

  “Hell yeah.” Ian nodded, then dropped his hand to his cock so he could stroke himself fully hard and roll on a condom. Casey licked her lips as she watched the liquid grace of his movements. He’d fucked like that, too. Smooth. She couldn’t wait to feel him sliding within her again.

  “Come over here and distract her while I get her ready,” Jace ordered
Ian.

  He did as he was told, as he clearly wanted to do anyway. When he sank to the bed before her, he handed Jace a condom and lube along with a hard plastic vibrator. One of the basic ones she’d gotten a long time ago before she’d known about rabbit vibrators or more realistic materials. It was a lot thinner and more tapered than most of her other toys.

  “This will work.” Jace hummed from behind her. She could feel the bed move as he too put on protection and investigated the tools Ian had scavenged for him to use on her.

  Then Casey lost track of exactly what Jace was up to, because Ian began to kiss her.

  Damn, he was so good at it. He made her hornier than she could have imagined just with his lips and mouth and wandering hands.

  “Get inside. Distract her while I get her ready,” Jace said softly, as though trying not to tear her from the daze Ian was putting her into. She closed her eyes and focused on the pressure of her cuffed hands, Ian’s mouth, and the nudge of his cock between her legs.

  Jace took her top knee in his palm and lifted it, easing the way for his partner to penetrate her. Ian didn’t hesitate—he began to work his shaft into her while he made out with her, bringing them together with grinds of his pelvis that wedged him inside her bit by bit. He didn’t drive into her with long, hurried thrusts. No, he fucked her with measured presses of his hips that flexed his ass beneath her heel. When had she wrapped that leg around him? Maybe Jace had put it there.

  He seemed busy with something else behind her, but she wasn’t about to take her attention from the wonderful things Ian was doing to her to find out.

  “You feel incredible hugging me like that,” Ian whispered to her between kisses. “Your pussy is so hot and slick around me. I could fuck you forever.”

  “Good. Keep going.” She rocked her hips to meet him when he ground deep within her.

  With her arms bound, it was the only way she could reach out to him. The thrill of being captive between them escalated her arousal. She didn’t think it could get much better until she felt the press of something cool and hard behind her.

  Casey moaned. She didn’t have a chance to do more than that before Jace inserted the tip of the toy in her ass. Even that felt enormous. She hadn’t had anything inside her back there since he’d left.

  “Relax,” Ian whispered. “It will feel better if you don’t fight us.”

  He redoubled his efforts at making her crazy with lust. It was effective.

  The zings of discomfort faded as her body accommodated the smallest part of her vibrator. Jace must have felt it because he began sliding it in deeper. She appreciated the warm up considering his cock was as thick and stocky as he was.

  She had a glimpse of what it would be like when they were both inside her, and she groaned. Ian murmured encouragement and increased the swing of his hips. He fucked her so well, she thought she might come too soon and ruin their fun.

  Just when she thought it couldn’t get much better, Jace switched on the vibrator.

  Casey shouted his name. She clamped down on Ian and the toy. There wasn’t any conscious choice, or time to warn them, or ask permission to change their little game.

  She couldn’t resist this much stimulation. She came hard around Ian.

  He groaned and fucked through her spasms, working harder to plunge through her rippling channel of muscles. To her surprise, though, he didn’t join her. When she could breathe again, she opened her eyes and saw the concentration etched into his.

  Jace said, “Damn, babe. You’re even more responsive than I remembered. Even sexier. You’re so beautiful when you come.”

  She could only shiver, still experiencing aftershocks of pleasure that were being reborn into an even stronger desire.

  “Come on, Jace.” Ian rasped. “Quit fucking around. I’m not going to last if she comes again. And I want her to feel us together.”

  Casey wanted that too. Needed it.

  She arched her spine so that her ass jutted out toward Jace.

  He took the bait.

  Despite the toy, which had been removed sometime while she was incapacitated with bliss, he didn’t ease inside her ass. He lodged his fat tip at the entrance to her body then pressed, but he didn’t get far. A sharp pain had her gasping and tensing in Ian’s arms, though not for the right reasons.

  “More lube, Jace.” Ian was watching out for her, even as he kept her riding the high of her orgasm, which had extended into more passion.

  The weight of Jace’s cock disappeared. His fingers, slick with lubrication, probed her back entrance, making her moan and squirm with the dual sensation of his fingering and Ian’s fucking.

  She might die next time she came.

  Before long, his cock was back. It glided through her crack until it notched in her asshole.

  This time, when he advanced, Ian kissed her softly. She sighed and gave herself to them completely. Jace grunted as he sank into her body.

  Casey melted. With her arms held fast above her head and the guys skewering her from both sides, she couldn’t do much but lie there and take it. Didn’t want to do anything else except enjoy their attention, either.

  Rational thought evaporated. All she could do was feel. And enjoy.

  The pressure of both of them inside her, invading her simultaneously, nearly tore her apart in the most pleasant way possible. They filled her completely—with their cocks and emotions she wasn’t sure she was ready to handle.

  So she brushed her feelings aside in favor of pure rapture.

  The guys moved within her, sometimes in sync, sometimes in counterpoint. They told her with their groans and curses how good it felt for them, too.

  She imagined that they could feel each other’s cocks stroking their own through the thin walls of her body that separated them.

  Jace gripped her hip and plunged deeper, making them all cry out together. “Rub her clit, Ian. Get her off. Take us down with her.”

  Casey tipped her head back, desperate to kiss him. He obliged before Ian reclaimed her mouth. The men took turns feasting on her lips as they rode her. And when Ian slipped his hand between them and drew circles around her clit while they pumped into her, she gathered around them.

  Everything within her got tighter and tighter and tighter until finally it released in the big bang of all orgasms. The instant her body began milking them, Ian and Jace came, too. Their simultaneous releases only made her orgasm stronger. Longer.

  She flew, soaring on endorphins and the affection of the two men beside her, inside her.

  It was a long time before she felt first Jace and then Ian slip free of her body.

  They flanked her, catching their breath as all three of them recovered from orgasms powerful enough to impact all of their lives. Hopefully for the better.

  She sagged, putting tension on her shoulder since she was still shackled to her own bed. Right then, she prayed they never let her go.

  12

  Casey snuggled between Ian and Jace. If her hands hadn’t started going numb, she could easily have taken a nap despite never having gotten out of bed that morning. Even if she stayed awake, just lying between them and dreaming about the possibilities would be as restorative as the best night’s sleep.

  Her stomach growled.

  “Want me to bring you breakfast in bed?” Ian asked.

  She changed her mind. The whitewashed wooden tray piled high with pancakes, eggs, bacon, and one of the bud vases she collected with a rose in it sounded a heck of a lot better than dropping back into unconsciousness.

  “Please.” She arched against him. “I’ll even tip you with a blowjob.”

  “I could learn to cook for a blowjob,” Jace grunted.

  “Pouring junk cereal into a bowl does not count as cooking.” Ian shoved Jace’s shoulder, then rolled to the edge of the bed. “I’d rather not die of food poisoning now that I have a reason to hang around, either.”

  They all paused as his comment sank in. He tried to blow it off as a joke, but neither Cas
ey nor Jace believed he wasn’t serious, based on the look they exchanged.

  “While he’s taking care of us, could you let me go?” Casey looked up at Jace. “I’m starting to lose feeling in my fingers.”

  “Shit. Sorry.” He rolled to his side and reached for the key on the night table.

  Except just then, an odd scuffling sound came from the ceiling.

  Casey might have assumed it was some of NYC’s famous rats if she still lived in her old apartment. Here, though, not likely. Besides, that would have to be one hell of a giant rat.

  “Motherfucker!” Jace whisper-shouted as he diverted his hand from the key to the cuffs to his gun, which sat beside it.

  As Casey stared, a thin black line appeared on the ceiling. The crack grew, shooting out like a lightning bolt in the summer sky. Then a chunk of plaster fell. Ian put one hand on her hip and rocked her so that it at least landed on her hip and not on the softly rounded curves of her belly.

  It still hurt, though not as much as the miscellaneous elbows and knees that followed when a man, who was definitely bigger than a rodent, dropped from the sky.

  He bounced off the bed in a tuck-and-roll worthy of an acrobat in the Ringling Brothers Circus.

  Before Casey could even truly register what was happening, Jace was pulling his gun out of the holster, while Ian positioned himself between her nude body and the intruder.

  Hell, none of them even had clothes on. Talk about getting caught with your pants down. She was fucking cuffed by the good guys!

  This was going to be bad.

  Jace took a split second to check on her and Ian, the slightest turn of his head, his protective instinct kicking in. And that’s all it took.

  The newcomer kicked out and smashed his booted foot into Jace’s fist. The gun went flying.

  Both Jace and the other guy flung themselves at it like a pair of football players scrambling for a loose ball. They tumbled around on the floor, smashing her full-length mirror and nearly toppling a dresser in the process. Ian gripped her legs, still acting as a human shield in case the worst happened.