by Aubrey Ross
Pushing to his feet, Quade took a step forward and Caleb rounded on him. “One word,” he warned. “Speak one word and you will wait for her in the lobby. This is my time!”
Everything within him screamed for action, but he knew she would resent his interference. He had agreed to remain silent and let Caleb control the events. Too anxious to sit, he moved back against the wall, standing beside the chair.
“Answer me!” Caleb slapped her ass with his bare hand, prompting her response.
“I’m sorry. It was not an intentional insult.”
“It never occurred to you that I might be put off by fucking a cunt still slick with another man’s come?”
“I didn’t think about your feelings. I was selfish and unkind.” Despite Caleb’s anger, she didn’t sound frightened. Intrigued, Quade looked closer. Caleb slid his fingertips from shoulder to shoulder as he shifted from one side of her body to the other.
“I’m not in the mood for a blowjob, so what do you suggest?”
Quade’s cock bucked, easily guessing where this was leading. He and Laetif had stuck to the basics. He hadn’t so much as pushed a finger up her ass.
“Please take me the other way.” Her voice dropped to a husky whisper. “It’s only fair after my poor judgment.”
“I’m not sure what you’re offering, Laetif. Tell me what you’re suggesting.”
“He has never touched me there; I want you to fuck my ass.”
Laetif shivered as the words left her mouth. Her body hovered on the brink of orgasm, but he’d stop spanking her while the sensations only simmered. Her pussy ached, desperate for the fullness of his cock. Would taking him into her ass ease the ache or make it worse? Fear lingered at the edge of her mind, memories tainting her anticipation.
“I don’t believe you,” Caleb told her. “You’re willing to let me fuck your ass, but you don’t really want me to. Tell me why. What are you feeling?”
“I’m afraid.” Her clamped nipples pressed into the mattress, intensifying the persistent throb.
“Why? Because it hurt when Mikko shoved his cock up your ass?”
“Yes.”
“Am I Mikko? Do you think I’ll take you carelessly, thinking only of my own pleasure?”
She shook her head, frustrated by her inability to block out the past. “I know you’re not like Mikko. I’m sorry.”
“You don’t need to apologize for your feelings. I want you to be honest and open. Even when you think you’ll displease me.”
“I’m trying.”
His warm hand swept down her spine until his progress was blocked by her bound hands. “You’re doing very well. You’ve had little reason to trust anyone.” He untied her wrists and paused to rub the feeling back into her hands. “Quade is glaring holes in my back. Should we let him join us? Would you enjoy fucking both of your lovers at the same time?”
Lust curled through her, lodging between her thighs, increasing the pressure already gathered there. “I… Are you sure you don’t mind?”
She pushed off the bed and turned around, still on her knees. Quade stood against the wall, silent and still.
“We are both in your life, whether we like it or not, so we might as well figure out how to work together,” Caleb said as much for Quade’s benefit as hers. “Now answer me honestly, does the thought of fucking both of us excite you?”
“Very much.”
“What about you?” Caleb looked at Quade.
“I don’t do men,” he said emphatically.
“Neither do I. So you have nothing to worry about. Do you want to join us or not?”
Quade unfastened his jacket as he crossed to the bed. “I think we should start slowly. If she’s never enjoyed anal sex before, let’s focus on overcoming her fear.”
Caleb chuckled and reached for the waistband of his pants. “She’s going to suck your cock. I’m well aware that she’s not ready for DP.”
DP? Double penetration? Just the thought sent a thrill down her spine. Quade undressed with record speed, pulling her to her feet as Caleb removed his pants. It was actually happening. They were naked and ready to fuck her together. She’d never dared to dream of something so decadent.
Quade wrapped his arms around her and claimed her mouth, in a deep possessive kiss. Her breasts flattened against his chest and she cried out.
Caleb turned her and pressed her back into Quade’s chest. “Let’s get these off. Sounds like you’ve had enough.” He loosened one clamp and bent to her breast, licking and sucking until the burning eased. Quade held her other breast as Caleb repeated the process. The attention was twice as enjoyable with both men touching her.
She arched her back and rubbed her bottom against Quade’s thighs, intensifying the heat licking at her skin. Quade grasped her hips and eased her forward so he could look at her ass. “Shouldn’t these marks be treated before we do anything else?”
Caleb chuckled. “Stay out of my head. I was just about to go get the ointment.”
She turned back around as Caleb left her with Quade. “Are you really okay with this?”
He kissed her briefly then assured, “I didn’t want to intrude, but I was hoping this was how the night would end.”
Soothed by the reassurance she wrapped her hand around his shaft and stroked him as he returned his mouth to hers. She felt Caleb smearing ointment across the fresh welts, but Quade went right on kissing her. Caleb’s fingers visited her nipples next and the residual pain abated.
“Have a seat on the bed,” Caleb told Quade and he didn’t argue.
She looked at Caleb, wishing he’d kiss her. Apart from one hurried kiss she’d all but forced on him in the hallway, they had never enjoyed the fundamental closeness of exploring each other’s mouths.
“What are you thinking, love?” he asked. “Tell me what you want.”
“I want you to kiss me,” she admitted.
He tangled his fingers in her hair and gently pulled her head back. “Offer me your mouth.”
She parted her lips and closed her eyes, savoring the sweet anticipation. His tongue touched her first, brushing across her bottom lip before easing inside. She slid her tongue against his as their lips pressed together. He tasted of wine and desire, dark and potent.
His middle finger effortlessly found her clit and she jerked, not trying to avoid his touch, just unable to remain still. His tongue curled around hers as his finger circled her swollen nub. Come for me. Bathe my fingers in your cream.
She gasped against his open mouth. He’d told her he was telepathic, but she’d never imagined he could push his thoughts into an unenhanced mind.
Concentrating on the rhythm of his finger, she gave herself over to the sensations gathering between her thighs. She could feel Quade’s gaze upon them, anxious and hungry. Her pussy burned and flowed, providing Caleb with the cream he’d requested.
Tighter and tighter the pressure built. Then it snapped and she came in shuddering waves, crying out against Caleb’s lips.
“Very good,” he murmured against her mouth. His hand left her hair and moved down to squeeze her breasts, carefully avoiding her sore nipples. “Now take Quade in your mouth. I want to watch you suck him.” Quade sat on the side of the bed, legs spread, cock high and hard, obviously ready for attention. She started to kneel, but Caleb stopped her. “Bend from the waist. I need you on your feet.”
The subtle reminder stoked the fire smoldering within her. She wasn’t just going to suck Quade. Caleb was going to fuck her ass. Caleb was careful, even methodical with everything he did. He pushed her boundaries, both physical and emotional, but he’d never hurt or take advantage of her. He’d had several opportunities to be a cad, and he hadn’t disappointed her yet.
Trust didn’t come easily for Laetif. So she concentrated on the present and the behavior of these two men. Each had proven his loyalty and his determination to protect her. She was safe with them.
Placing her hands on Quade’s thighs, she leaned forward and licke
d the tip of his cock. He shivered and made a low, rumbling sound deep in his throat. She circled him with her tongue, watching the play of emotions across his features.
Quade caressed her shoulders and gently cupped her breasts, not hurrying her. She dragged her tongue along his shaft, down one side then up the other.
“I said suck him, not lick the skin off his dick,” Caleb muttered.
“I think she’s part cat. She loves to lick, and I’m not complaining,” Quade defended.
“It’s your cock. And the longer you take to come, the longer I can stay inside her.”
Being the focus of two desirable men empowered Laetif. She embraced the wildness she kept carefully contained and let her spirit run free. She closed her lips around the head of Quade’s cock and wiggled her bottom, inviting Caleb to begin.
Quade’s cock slid against her lips, stroking her tongue as she moved her mouth up and down. Caleb carefully parted her cheeks and smeared something cool and slippery over and into her anus. She wasn’t sure if it was more of the healing ointment or a different form of lube, but his touch was sure and careful, yet undeniably arousing.
Caleb’s touch grew bolder, and the fullness in her ass increased. He slid in and out with steady insistency. Was that one finger or two? She tried not to tense, tried not to panic, but Caleb’s cock was thick and long.
“Don’t think. Feel.” Caleb’s fingers spread and rotated, stretching and preparing her. “I will not hurt you.”
She closed her eyes and absorbed the sensations swirling through her body. The hard, hot slide of Quade’s cock was familiar and the gentle touch of his hands soothed her. Caleb withdrew his fingers and positioned his cock, but he didn’t drive in forcefully as she’d expected. His hands moved over her hips and thighs as her body gradually opened, accepting the bold penetration.
Wider and wider she stretched. Her abdominal muscles tightened and her pussy clenched. She waited for the searing pain, the degrading sense of invasion. Caleb pulled back then drove deeper, pushing past the tight collar of muscle with relative ease. And his hands never stopped moving. He stroked her breasts and her belly then covered her mound with one hand as he grasped her waist with the other.
His long middle finger pressed against the hood covering her clit, stimulating the swollen nub with indirect pressure. He pulled back slowly, drawing the sensations with him. Pausing with just the tip still inside her, he circled her clit, building her arousal without the distraction of his movements.
She murmured around Quade’s cock, feeling restless and jittery. Never before had so many sensations bombarded her from so many directions. It was intoxicating, overwhelming and liberating.
Quade lightly teased her sensitive nipples while she greedily sucked his cock. Caleb pushed inward, driving deeper than he’d gone before. His shaft slid easily, smoothly, the fullness exquisite. He pulled back and she moaned, vibrating her lips against Quade’s cock.
The light touch of Caleb’s finger accented each firm stroke. She matched his rhythm, taking Quade deep into her mouth each time Caleb filled her ass.
Reality blurred as the sensations intensified. Their harsh breathing and sporadic groans filled her with a sense of power. They were hers. They were both so determined to be with her that they set aside their natural competitiveness.
She offered herself freely as they drove her past insecurity and hesitation. Caleb increased his speed and Quade took her face between his hands, thrusting up into her mouth as he neared completion. The tingling urgency gathered deep in her belly, tightening her inner muscles painfully. She cried out around Quade’s cock and pushed back into Caleb’s next lunge.
Pleasure burst within her, bubbling up through her and spilling out of her. She squeezed Caleb’s cock with hard, rolling contractions. He grasped her hips with both hands and shuddered against her ass. His seed filled her, the forceful jets going on and on.
Quade came an instant later, his cock pulsing against her tongue. She swallowed and licked, eagerly milking him until the last spasm faded and he sighed her name.
Caleb carefully withdrew from her body and Laetif released Quade from her mouth. “Go take a shower,” Caleb told her, his tone softer than it had been before. “I need to talk to Quade.”
Caleb pulled on his pants while he waited for Laetif to leave. Quade made no move to cover himself. It was a little late for modesty. “Do you have feelings for her or is this just an assignment?”
“You know the answer to that.” Quade met his gaze directly, unaffected by the confrontation.
“What is Xyell’s motivation for sending you to Laetif?”
“I don’t completely understand the dynamics of their relationship. Xyell wants me to monitor her activities and keep her so distracted she doesn’t look too closely into his.”
“Do you know what he’s trying to hide, why he wants her distracted?”
Quade shrugged, unsuccessfully concealing his sigh. “Xyell is a ruthless bastard who takes whatever he wants without anything resembling a conscience. The interrogation room was his idea of entertainment.”
Quade’s apparent indifference annoyed Caleb. How could anyone be so cavalier? “She said you have no choice but to follow orders. What does Xyell have on you?”
“Why is this any of your business? We occasionally fuck the same woman. That doesn’t make us friends.”
Anger flared within Caleb and he stalked toward Quade. Spurred into action, Quade shot to his feet and widened his stance. “Laetif has suffered enough,” Caleb stressed. “She deserves a little stability.”
“You honestly think you know her better than I do? I’ve been with her night and day. I know what makes her smile and what drags the pain to the surface. Xyell might have dispatched me, but she is far more than an assignment!”
Caleb stepped back and smiled. “That’s all I wanted to hear. I’m a space bum. I don’t pretend to be anything else. I have nothing to offer a woman like Laetif.”
“Which is exactly why she wants you so badly. It’s rebellion.”
“So what happens when Xyell recognizes your feelings for her and reassigns you?”
“She refuses to consider the possibility, but I’ve spent a lot of time thinking about it.”
“And?” Caleb crossed to the bar and poured himself a drink.
“And there aren’t a lot of options. We could run, but I don’t think life as a fugitive would suit Laetif. She is rather fond of her luxuries.”
“She needs to stand up to him. He hasn’t divorced her, so he is obviously gaining something by keeping her around.”
“Her father is one of the richest men on Fedoros, and Xyell has every credit tied up in New Pompeii. If he loses her father’s support, he’s fucked.”
“She can use that. She needs to use that to broker a stronger position for herself.”
“I agree, but she won’t talk about her husband with me.”
Caleb looked toward the bathroom and smiled. “She’ll talk about it with me or she’ll find herself in restraints, begging me to let her come.”
An odd buzzing drew Caleb’s attention toward the pile of his discarded clothes. His audiocom lay on the carpet where he’d tossed it as the session began. The device blinked steadily, the red light signaling an emergency transmission.
“Fuck,” he muttered as he snatched it off the floor and pushed it into his ear. “Thrax here. What’s the problem?” Aiden responded with a jumble of words and profanity. “Calm down. I can’t understand you.”
“Xyell took Felicia off the ship! I don’t know where he was headed, but she is in real danger.”
“It will take half an hour for me to make it back. Is there a better place to meet you?”
“Is Laetif there? Maybe she has some idea where he took her.”
“Hold on.” Caleb hustled across the room and tapped on the door as he swung it open. “Mikko found Felicia and took her off the ship. Where’s the most likely place for him to take her?”
She thre
w open the shower door and snatched a towel off the rack. “Either our villa or Tarhee’s palace.”
“Where should Aiden meet us?”
“VIP entrance to New Pompeii.”
Chapter Thirteen
Feeling like a science experiment, Felicia stood before Prince Tarhee trying not to reveal her fear. Xyell had grilled her with questions all the way to the prince’s palace. She’d responded to each with a question of her own, most of them about Perion. Knowing the priest was alive and continuing his despicable behaviors had left her with enough indignation to deflect Xyell’s inquisition.
“She is every bit as beautiful as the priest said,” Tarhee told his business partner. “Have you done anything to verify her abilities?”
Xyell snorted. “The fact I found her in the priest’s cabin, interrupting his afternoon snack was a—”
Felicia flew at Xyell, fingernails poised to shred his smug face. “You useless bastard!” Tarhee caught her from behind and dragged her away from Xyell, but nothing could restrain her angry words. “That monster raped every female he could get his hands on. And you are no better!”
“Did the priest ever get his hands on you?” Tarhee asked.
The amusement in his tone twisted the dagger deeper into Felicia’s soul. These were evil men, easily capable of overshadowing Perion’s depravity. She needed to think, to stay alive long enough to expose them.
“You should see her face.” Xyell laughed and Felicia seethed. How had Laetif ever found this man attractive? Cruelty distorted his even features and gleamed in his dark green eyes. “She looks like you kicked her in the stomach.”
“Why am I here?” She stopped struggling and took several deep breaths, determined to control her emotions. She couldn’t overpower them. Her only weapon was her wits. She had to convince them she was indispensable, too valuable to harm physically. “What do you want from me?”
