by Sara Brookes
When Boyce skimmed his hands up her legs, over her heat, Saint’s keystrokes faltered for a moment, then resumed. As though nothing had changed. As though she wasn’t spread out before him as a sacrificial offering.
Boyce put his mouth to her ear, and roughly whispered, “As curious as am I to know how your cunt feels wrapped around my dick while I’m balls deep in you, right now I want to see your mouth surrounding me.” When Boyce stood, she saw that his cock was swollen and needy. He gripped the base and brushed the head of it against her painted lips, seeking entry.
Grae flicked her tongue against the slit, drawing a low growl from Boyce. Familiarity came back to her in a rush. The taste. The smell. The sound. She remembered hearing those low, throaty rumbles of pleasure from Boyce years and years ago. Sure, she heard them on a regular basis thanks to the Noble House video feeds, but hearing the low growls in person, knowing she was the one responsible for the noise, was different.
She’d drawn those delicious sounds out of him years ago. Saint had been buried deep in Boyce’s ass while she’d had every inch of Boyce’s impressive length deep in her throat.
But this wasn’t a memory. Wasn’t a million pixels blinking on her computer screen.
This was happening.
This was real.
Her nipples beaded in pleasure, scraping against the lace cupping her breasts. She accepted Boyce’s cock with open enthusiasm, loving each inch he fed her as she stretched her jaw wide. Yeah, she definitely couldn’t get this sitting at home.
As she continued to suck, the warm breeze in the room wafted over her stomach. Boyce had parted her shirt, and now ran his fingers over the lacy cups of her bra.
“Pretty packaging for such spectacular breasts.” His hold shifted, pushing up under the bra so his hands cupped her breasts, shaping and molding. When he pinched both of her nipples, she gasped around him. A small tremor rolled through her, originating from where he continued to play with her at his leisure. Boyce’s wide hands squeezed around her breasts, holding as much as he could as he dug his fingers into her flesh.
Holy fuck, that feels good.
“Mmm, yes it does, Ms. Burrows.”
Her eyes widened as she realized not only had she spoken out loud, but she’d pulled her mouth completely off Boyce. “My apologies, Mr. Denali.”
She opened to accept his length again, but he bent to drop his mouth to hers. As his tongue slipped between her lips, she tasted the potency of him. The rawness of his sexuality. Their tongues clashed, tangling with frenetic urgency that boiled her blood and sent a spiral of neediness coiling between her legs.
Somewhere in the distance, Saint unleashed a deep, rumbling growl.
In a flash, the kiss from Boyce became aggressive and hard, ruling her mind and her body. She whimpered, praying Saint put the damn computer away and actually, physically became involved in the ownership Boyce was claiming over her.
Still so fucking close to having them both.
Boyce held her gaze, whispering against her lips, “I forgot how much you go to my head.” As Boyce sucked her tongue into his mouth, she mewled softly.
The clacking of the keyboard paused.
Grae clutched her hands into fists, pulling and tugging at the unforgiving metal shackling her. The pain she claimed she didn’t like added a layer to the sensations swirling inside her. As Boyce continued to ravish her mouth, he closed his hands around her breasts again. He massaged her flesh, tugging on her lip as he drew away.
“How much do you want me inside your snug little pussy?”
A spectrum of a thousand different things raced through her mind. A reaction she couldn’t understand. She wanted Boyce. She wanted Saint.
Together.
Need tugged at her belly.
Tell them.
Deep pulses throbbed through her, her muscles clenching with the desire to be filled. Though her legs were open, she felt moisture collecting between her folds.
Tell them you want them both. You know that is all you need to make your fantasies become reality.
If only it was that simple.
Instead, she nodded. “Yes. I want you inside me, Mr. Denali.”
Boyce’s eyes narrowed as he severed his connection, and spread his hands wide on the desktop. Those piercing blue eyes stared at her.
Her heart gave a hard thump.
He knows.
Chapter Nine
The frightening thought streaked through her, the drugging wave of desire ebbing. Boyce was aware of her omission. He was pulling away, preparing to deliver the edict that would call a halt to the scene. How had she managed to blow things before they’d really gotten started?
Way to go, Burrows.
“Find anything interesting?” Boyce directed the question to Saint, ignoring her completely. Panic raced through her, sizzling every nerve ending to leave a buzz vibrating under her skin.
“I hacked into Duke’s security.”
Boyce dropped his face next to hers. “Hacked being a relative term. He designed the damn system.”
“I told him to change out the passcodes six months ago. Serves him right.” A grin appeared on Saint’s lips, confident, but a little bit arrogant as well.
“He’s just trying to impress you with his skills.” Boyce’s breath skimmed over her skin as he nuzzled her neck. The warm air raised the fine hairs on her arms as he pressed a gentle kiss high on her jawline.
Saint tipped his laptop so Grae would see the screen. His clear green eyes flashed. “No, I just wanted an even better view.”
Well, holy shit. She blinked, stunned at what she saw.
The image filling his screen was her. Or more importantly, a very close-up shot of her bare pussy. The glistening slick folds filled the screen, displaying how much she was aroused. Though she’d seen her fair share of porn, viewing such an intimate part of her own anatomy this way was so...odd. And beautiful. She hadn’t wanted to be on the camera tonight, but Saint had still managed to find a way.
Clever.
She was too aroused to be bothered by the fact she’d played right into their hands—again. Especially because the knowing glint in Saint’s gaze spoke of how much he was enjoying himself. She kept reading these two all wrong. Maybe it was the passage of time that caused her to be so off the mark. Her expectation had been they were still the carefree young men she’d roomed with in college, even though she’d watched them play at D/s for the past year. She’d been prepared for anything, but they’d still managed to surprise her. To play her.
Still, she had no idea if they were going to dismiss her, or fuck her.
And that unknown factor heated her blood.
“Look at that clever mind working. The gears turning.” Saint closed the laptop as he stood. “She’s torn. Pulled in two directions. Wondering what is in store for her next.” Heat flashed to boiling when he wrapped his hand around her ankle and unlocked the cuff securing her to his desk. His sharp gaze remained on hers as he unlatched the other ankle and looped the closed cuff over his finger. “Maybe she’s even wondering what she’s gotten herself into. If she can handle whatever comes next. And what does that tell you, Boyce?”
“She’s thinking too much.” Boyce flipped open the locks on the two cuffs still secured to his desk and lifted her arms. “And a pretty, obedient sub shouldn’t be thinking at all.”
“If she is, we’re not doing our job correctly.” Saint circled his finger in the air. Boyce lifted her to a sitting position and spun her around. Boyce pulled a second pair of cuffs from a drawer as Saint put a hand on the desk and brought his face close to hers.
Desire and fear warred inside her. Saint closed his mouth over hers, drawing her very breath from her lungs as his tongue filled her mouth. A quiet rumble vibrated his skin against hers as he deepened the
kiss, taking what he pleased. He cradled her head, tilting her where he wanted as he continued to work his tongue in the most tantalizing fashion against hers.
The charged air of the room skimmed against her flesh as Boyce stripped away her clothing and her bra while Saint continued to kiss her. When Boyce gently pushed on her shoulder so she lay back on the desk again, Saint came with her, taking little bites of her lips and tongue. A faint sound punched the air as the metal locks of the handcuffs slid into place.
Awareness swept over her body as though the metal surrounding her ankles and wrists bonded her to the moment. She yearned to dig into the steely flesh of the men as one kissed her while the other licked her, needing the roughness and dominating force she knew they were capable of.
Saint tangled his tongue with hers, drawing a moan from her as a slow heat warmed her one lick at a time. Boyce continued caressing her, tickling her at times, stroking her at others, doing his best to touch her everywhere but where she needed. They were drawing her under their spell, whisking her away to their world where coherent thought didn’t exist.
Boyce set his warm hands on her thighs, spreading her as he dipped closer and blew a stream of hot air against her pussy lips. Nerve endings screamed to life, making her muscles clench around the emptiness of wanting to be filled.
As Boyce sucked the hard nub of her clit into his mouth, Saint broke away. She whimpered as Saint stared, the intensity of his gaze holding her as Boyce flicked his tongue over, in, around, darting in and out of her.
A perfect storm of curiosity, desire, and the need for an intensely intimate connection coalesced in Grae’s belly. Her brain and body continued to send her mixed signals, her nerves on the razor’s edge. Panic and arousal warred furiously, vying for attention and victory.
Saint studied her with his assessing gaze as his partner continued to feast on her. “I would love to see you come against Boyce’s mouth. Nothing else matters. Don’t think about anything beyond his connection with you.”
“She tastes like heaven.” Blood rushed to her core, swelling her tissues. Boyce moaned, stabbing his tongue into her entrance. Dipping. Stroking. He worked his masterful tongue, lapping up her juices as her thighs shook. His laughter drifted over her as he stood. “So fucking delicious.”
A rough, feminine growl tore free of her throat as Boyce flicked his thumb hard over her distended clit. Every muscle in her body tightened at once as sharp, deep pulses worked their way through her. She quivered from the force, the agony of the pleasurable pain, as she spiraled higher and higher.
No. Not like this. Keep it together. Just hang on. You need them both.
Grae bit her lip, tasting blood, sure that if this scene grew any more intense she wouldn’t be able to take it. But also swearing that she could.
Oh God, more. More. Too fucking much.
Yet still not enough.
Boyce grazed the tips of his fingers over her, shooting electricity through every part of her. Despite her protest, she was too far along, her muscles too sensitized, straining and ready for release. When Boyce swept his thumb over her clit again, an orgasm rammed hard into her, shaking her from head to toe as her cunt grasped around emptiness.
The sweetest sensation of coming ripped through her, rushing to every corner of her body before racing back toward her pussy. Somewhere in the chaos, she heard herself begging with a broken neediness that she couldn’t silence.
After a time, her eyes fluttered open, and she found Saint looking down at her. “Hrm...very nice. Certainly aren’t thinking now, are you, angel?” His voice had gone throaty and soft, as though watching her orgasm affected him too.
She licked her lips, feeling how swollen they were from his powerful kisses. “No.”
“Just the way we like it.”
“I think you should show Grae something else she’ll like.” A commanding tone colored Boyce’s voice as he spoke to Saint.
“Something we both will like.” Gaze still on her, Saint pulled up next to Boyce’s body, working the buttons open on Boyce’s vest, then his shirt. Each flutter of the fabric gave her a glimpse of Boyce’s still-hard cock. A wicked half grin appeared on Boyce’s lips as Saint peeled the shirt open and stripped it away.
She’d seen Boyce naked hundreds of times thanks to Noble House. Had even seen them both shirtless just days ago when she’d arrived so unexpectedly at their place. But looking at Boyce’s nude body through the frame of her thighs was something else entirely.
Saint’s pale eyes flashed as he reached into his pocket and pulled out a foil square. Condom. Though she didn’t think it was possible, her body heated as she watched Saint roll the thin layer of latex over Boyce’s erection.
Oh. My. God.
Saint continued to touch Boyce long after he’d finished placing the condom, stroking slowly as Boyce let his head fall back. Visible tension coiled through Boyce’s muscles as Saint moved his hand up and down along Boyce’s length. Her mouth watered at the thought of sitting up, laving her tongue over those taut, corded ribbons of muscle so she could taste Boyce’s arousal.
Saint pushed his mouth against Boyce’s neck, whispering something she couldn’t make out. Boyce nodded in response, his tongue sweeping over his bottom lip as his eyes fluttered closed. “Need to feel her blow again. Around me this time. Tight and hot.”
“That does sound nice.”
Saint guided Boyce’s straining dick to her entrance. That first touch of scorching heat against her was sheer nirvana. She was prepared to have Boyce part her slick folds, slide into her, but Saint was far more devious than she’d expected. Saint continued to stoke Boyce, using the tip of his cock to press against her wet heat, allowing her to feel each and every movement, no matter how small. How inconsequential. Each passing moment in this room told her nothing either of these men did was void of meaning and purpose.
“Fuuuuuck.” Boyce’s need scraped over each breath he pulled in. “Want to know if she feels as good as she tastes.”
The rough edges of Boyce’s plea arrowed straight to her cunt.
“Something tells me she feels even better.”
“Yeah,” Boyce answered simply. “Need it, babe. Need her.”
Saint kissed Boyce’s temple. “And you shall have her.”
Grae cried out as Boyce filled her to the hilt with one powerful stroke.
“Holy Christ.” Boyce dropped his hands to the desk, drew his hips back and plunged into her aching heat. Once. Twice. “So fucking hot.”
Wood scraped over concrete as the desk moved from the force of Boyce’s powerful strokes. She unleashed a soft cry when Saint cupped each of her breasts. As Boyce’s pace increased, Saint massaged her, alternately caressing and gripping, pushing her breasts apart, then together. Flicking her nipples with his thumbs. Granting her pain, then pleasure. She strained against her restraints, wanting Saint’s mouth covering the distended buds.
“Please.” She bit off a hoarse cry when Boyce changed the angle of his thrusts to slide against her sweet spot each and every time he delved inside her.
“Please what? No need to be bashful right now, Ms. Burrows. Not with my partner buried so deeply in that beautiful cunt of yours.” Saint circled her nipples with his thumbs. “Though, given the way he sounds every time I do this—” Saint flicked the buds hard, drawing forth a pain that caused her to clench tight around Boyce’s dick. “I bet you want something more.”
“Yes. Yes, please. Suck on my tits.”
Saint’s eyebrow shot up. “My, my. So direct. Honesty should be rewarded, don’t you think, Boyce?”
Boyce drove hard into her in answer. This time he didn’t draw back, didn’t thrust. He held himself in place, grinding his hips against her thighs until the bright heat that had been kindling in her core sparked. To her delight, Saint rose and brought his mouth just inches away from on
e of her nipples. His hot breath ghosted over her skin, imprinting her. Saint continued to massage her chest, pulling each time Boyce pushed against her, caressing each time Boyce stilled.
She watched, her body trembling as Boyce mastered his control. As he mastered her. As Saint lowered his mouth. Now just a hairsbreadth away, she felt her system quickly approaching a heightened plane of pleasure. She surrendered to the power, arching as much as she possibly could and pulling on each point that restrained her. Slow, smooth strokes allowed her to feel every single inch of Boyce’s cock buried deep.
Saint flicked his tongue between his lips, so close to her flesh she swore she could feel the air move against her nipple. Suddenly, Saint pulled away.
Noooooooo.
He crouched to press his mouth against her ear. Through the blood sizzling in her veins, she heard him say, “When you find the courage to be completely honest, you will be rewarded, Grae.”
Saint severed his connection to her as Boyce started moving again. She was swept up and away, her protests dying in her throat as Boyce overwhelmed her with such wonderful sensations. Their flesh slapped together, the sucking noises of her wet pussy every time he slammed into her and pulled out, layered over the charged moment.
Saint came into view again, this time standing next to Boyce. A knowing glint flashed in Boyce’s eyes. “You may not be able to have him, but that doesn’t mean I can’t.”
Boyce wrapped his hand around the base of Saint’s nape, drawing him closer. Their mouths met. She hauled in a breath, feeling every muscle in her body constrict as arousal coursed unchecked through her system. She bucked and clamped down, squeezing Boyce’s cock with all the strength she possessed.
“Oh, she likes this. Her cunt just went all tight and hot.” Boyce flicked his tongue against the seam of Saint’s lips. “Wet and soft.”
“Make her wetter.”
Boyce growled, low and rough, as Saint’s mouth clamped over his. Grae tugged on the cuffs, her fingers itching to get her hands on them. As Boyce continued to thrust inside her, Saint wrapped his hand around Boyce’s shoulder. A raw, animal-like hunger poured from the men, fueling the need flowing through her, demanding more. Demanding they both take her.
