It was a common question women usually asked because they thought he and Keegan were bisexual. “Nothing sexual, no.”
“And Erik’s the only one I would ever trust in this situation.” Keegan sprawled back into the chair he’d occupied earlier. “We work well together.”
And lately, it was the only way he got laid.
“Do you like to watch each other?”
Again, Erik got no sense that she was asking because she found it distasteful. She was simply curious. She wanted to know how they worked. He liked that about her.
Hell, he liked pretty much everything about her.
“It’s not that simple.” He thought about it for a second then looked to Keegan for help.
Keegan just sipped his drink and let him swing.
After a heavy sigh, Erik continued. “It’s not like watching porn. It’s more like sharing an orgasm with someone who appreciates it as much as you do.”
Not that that made it any clearer. Still, Julianne nodded as if she understood.
“So if I get up,” which she did, “and walk over to you,” she stopped in front of Erik, staring down at him, “and tell you to take your clothes off so I can fuck you on this couch, Keegan will enjoy it?”
“Fuck yeah.”
Erik heard Keegan’s muttered response loud and clear. And apparently, so did Julianne.
Her lips curved in a sensuous smile that made it hard for him to breathe.
“Then take off your clothes, Erik. You look a little warm.”
Erik had turned the heat up not long after she’d dropped her coat. He hadn’t wanted her to be cold. Now the room felt like a sauna. But Erik was pretty sure that had more to do with his internal temperature than the room temperature.
With her hands on her hips, she watched as he leaned to the side to put his glass on the table next to the couch then reached over his head to pull his shirt off. If she was going to fuck him right here and now, he wanted to feel her skin against his.
Her gaze skimmed over the scars on his arms and body but, again, she didn’t seem to be affected by them. When he reached for the button on his jeans, she followed his hand. As he lowered the zipper, he heard her take a deep breath as he bared his cock to her.
Most of his body below his waist had been spared from the fire, although there were a few spots on his legs. His cock had been completely unaffected and now jutted up from his groin, ten inches long and three around.
Women had been known to lick their lips when they saw him. Before.
Julianne looked into his eyes and smiled.
“Is that all for me?”
God, yes. “Absolutely. Why don’t you climb on and I’ll give you a good ride?”
“I think I will.”
With a few quick movements of her hands, her panties and her corset dropped to the floor and she stood naked in front of him.
He sucked in a sharp breath, feeling like he’d been kicked in the gut.
Jesus, she was gorgeous. Her breasts were firm and high, at least a C-cup with just enough jiggle to prove they weren’t fake. They were tipped with tight, light pink nipples. Her generous hips were curved and he couldn’t wait until she turned around so he could see her ass. This woman wasn’t anywhere near model skinny and was all the more beautiful for it.
He didn’t have a lot of time to admire her, though. She took two steps forward, grabbed his shoulders and planted her knees on either side of his hips. Her pussy hovered inches above his cock and he felt the heat of it sink into his body.
God damn, she made him ache. He tried not to show how affected he was but it was becoming harder to breathe with each passing second. His hands clenched into fists at his sides but he couldn’t contain the urge to touch her. He grabbed her hips, her skin hot and smooth as silk.
Tugging her closer, he nearly had her exactly where he wanted her. But she stiffened her arms and held him away. She stared into his eyes, forcing him to hold her gaze. Lifted one hand from his shoulder, she cupped his cheek. The ruined one.
The urge to jerk away flooded through his body, almost overwhelming. But he knew if he did, she’d just reach for him again. Or she’d move away.
He didn’t want her to move unless it was onto his dick.
Forcing himself to stay still, his gaze never straying from hers. That connection sank deep inside him and put hooks in places he hadn’t allowed anyone to touch in years.
“I’m going to fuck you now.”
Her voice rasped against his libido, making it hard for him to breathe. His lips parted but he had no idea what to say. All he could do was swallow hard and keep his hands on her hips so she couldn’t get away.
Something fluttered onto the cushion next to them, drawing her attention away.
A condom. She left it there for the moment.
She took her own sweet time. Reaching between them, she grabbed his cock and began to stroke him. A slow, steady pump that had him gasping for air in under a minute.
Christ, he was going to blow too soon. She worked him slow and steady at first, her hand soft after his cock. But soon enough she tightened on him, her pace becoming faster, her grip tighter. Maddening.
His hips wanted to pump but the angle was wrong. If she’d just fucking sit on his cock, take him high and deep inside her, he could relieve some of this building pressure. And when he started to groan every time her palm rubbed over the head of his cock, he’d had enough.
Before she realized what he was doing, he released one hand from her hip and grabbed the condom. She released her grip on him so he could roll it down his shaft. Then holding it at the perfect angle, he grabbed her hips and brought her down.
They both gasped as he plunged inside, her pussy tight and wet around him. So hot. It made him want to fuck her hard and fast until he came, pumping her full of his cum.
He barely managed to hold onto his restraint. He didn’t want to hurt her but she looked a little stunned, her lips parted and her eyes dazed.
“Julianne. Tell me you’re okay.”
Her eyes had closed and, as he watched, her tongue slicked out to lick at her lips. His cock throbbed in response. He heard her suck in a rasping breath then let his gaze drop to watch her breasts as she drew in another and then another.
God damn, she had gorgeous tits. He wanted to taste them.
“Oh, my God.”
His gaze flew back to her face as she whispered those words. With his hands back on her hips, he gave her a shake, just enough of one to make her eyes fly open and his cock pulse inside her at the sensation.
“Julianne. You gotta answer me. Are you okay?”
Her lips curved in a slight smile. “I’m fine. More than fine. Just fuck me. Now. Right now.”
His entire body tightened as lust made him feel even more feral than normal. Then he took her at her word.
Using his hands to guide her, he lifted her up then let her fall back down. Every movement made her already clenching pussy even tighter.
He felt like she still had him gripped in her hand, milking his every movement. Because of the position, he couldn’t thrust as deeply as he wanted but gravity helped. She slid a little farther down his shaft each time until she engulfed him to the base of his cock, her gaze never leaving his.
He hadn’t looked a woman in the eyes while he fucked her since the accident. Hell, he hadn’t been alone in a bed with one either. Keegan had always been there, too. Keegan and his unmarked face had kept the woman occupied while Erik fucked her from behind.
He hadn’t realized how much he’d missed that connection, watching her eyes darken and her lids fall until her gaze was a bare slit. Seeing her lips quiver as she sucked in a shuddering breath each time he let her sink back onto his cock.
Her hands gripped his shoulders, each finger a separate brand as she held him tight. Her sheath rippled around him as he stroked her body closer to orgasm. He saw her fighting it off, holding back, and he wanted to snarl as he pumped into her, each movement becoming harde
r, tighter.
He wanted her to go over first, wanted to watch her come as he fucked her, knowing he alone had made her break.
Winding one hand into her hair, he tugged, causing her head to tilt back, arching her back until her breasts were within reach of his mouth. Bending forward, he put his lips around one tight nipple and drew it into this mouth. He sucked hard then used his teeth to scrape the hardened pebble.
Her groan rippled through his body, causing his hips to thrust a little harder, a little fiercer.
The sounds she made low in her throat made him feel like a beast conquering his mate as he worked her on his dick.
He tasted the salty sweetness of her skin as he licked a path across her chest to her neglected nipple. When he bit down, her hips rotated in a way that made stars flash behind his eyelids.
Jesus, that felt amazing. His cock responded with a jerk, but he grabbed her hips and held her still.
He didn’t want to come now. Not yet. He wanted to savor this moment, draw every drop of pleasure he could from it.
Pulling away from her breast, he released her nipple at the very last second, making her squirm and murmur something that sounded like a complaint.
“Stop.” His voice sounded like ten miles of bad road and her eyes flew open and locked onto his. “Don’t move.”
She didn’t speak and he thought maybe he’d lost her with the caveman routine. But she didn’t move, just continued to stare into his eyes.
“I’m not ready to come yet. You feel too fucking good. So fucking tight. When I do come, it’s gonna be after a good, long ride. And you’re gonna go first. At least once.”
Her lips curled into a smile that made his abs clench and his cock dance inside her. “You better hope you can live up to those words. You don’t look like you have much control left right now.”
Her pussy clamped around him, milking him, tearing at that control. He groaned, biting down on his tongue until he tasted blood, trying to bring his body back under control.
Then he smacked her ass, just hard enough to sting, and watched her expression go slack with pleasure, her lips parting on a gasp.
“I watched you that night at the party.” He spoke through gritted teeth. “You never saw me. I watched you try to look inconspicuous but that’s not you, is it? That’s not the real you.” He punctuated his words with another, slightly harder smack. This time she tried to roll her hips. He held her still, forcing his cock higher inside her. “You want someone to see you, really see you. See the sexy woman you really are.”
Holding her hips again, he started an excruciatingly slow thrust and retreat that had her eyes closing tight. Every movement made his balls draw up tighter until they felt like solid stone. Not giving into the urge to come was taking a toll on his body he’d gladly pay forever.
He’d never felt so powerful as he watched each expression cross her face. He made her feel this way. He controlled her response and brought that look of sheer carnal lust to her face.
It healed a piece of himself he thought he’d lost forever.
With a groan, he wrapped his arms around her waist and gave himself over to the rhythm beating through his veins. Her head fell to his shoulder, her hair trailing over his chest, heightening each sensation.
Turning her head, she sucked his earlobe between her lips then bit it. The pain lasted only a second but it lit a fuse that’d been primed for weeks. Since the first moment he’d seen her.
Catching the ends of her hair, he tugged until she lifted her head. Blindly, he sought her mouth, sealed her lips with his, and shoved his tongue into her mouth to tangle with hers.
Her pussy felt wetter each time he pushed inside, her moisture soaking his cock and balls. Their skin, damp with sweat, fused together.
She moaned into his mouth as she came, her pussy quivering around his cock, her arms tighten around his shoulders. He fought against the urge to release, but it was too much for him to take.
Seating her solidly in his lap, he thrust one last time, pouring himself into her until he had nothing more to give.
Chapter Five
Julianne didn’t know how long she lay against Erik, gasping for air.
She’d come so hard, she swore her teeth were loose.
She should feel drained, exhausted. At the very least, sleepy. And she did. To a point.
More importantly, she felt energized.
Inside her, she felt Erik’s cock still twitching. Her lips curved into a smile against the smooth skin of his neck on the undamaged side of his face.
Realizing her fingers were nearly embedded in his shoulders, she forced herself to flex them so she didn’t draw blood with her nails.
He made a low sound of protest, which she soothed by caressing her fingertips over his nape.
He angled his head to the side slightly, exposing more of his neck. She followed his silent request and rubbed her fingers along the tight muscle.
They lay there, breathing, until she felt his cock slacken and moisture begin to drip between them.
“We’re going to ruin this couch.”
Her voice sounded husky, sexy, and he responded by turning his face and nuzzling his nose into her neck.
“I don’t give a fuck about the damn couch. Don’t fucking move.”
Since she didn’t really want to anyway, she figured it couldn’t hurt to give into this demand—until she heard movement behind her.
Keegan.
She’d forgotten he was still there.
Which made her feel guilty for neglecting him. Which then made her feel ridiculous, considering the circumstances.
“I put a towel on the arm of the couch.” Keegan pitched his voice low. “I’m just going to—”
“Don’t go.”
Her head popped off Erik’s shoulder and she turned toward Keegan, still standing at the side of the couch. Their gazes connected and it felt right to stare into his eyes while trying to hold Erik’s softening cock inside her.
Beneath her, Erik stilled, waiting. She didn’t know for what. Did he think she didn’t want to be alone with him? That she considered him damaged or scary or some other foolish thing?
There were enough undercurrents in this room to make her feel like she was drowning. The scent of sex surrounded her, the gazes of these two men weighed down on her.
She’d had the best sex of her life tonight and she didn’t want to that to end yet. She wanted Keegan to stay. She wanted both of them to take her but she didn’t know the right words for this exact moment.
Steady fingers gripped her chin and forced her to look at Erik.
“Say it. Whatever you’re thinking, just say it.”
Erik’s voice made her nipples peak and pussy ripple with a fresh surge of desire, so strong it took away her ability to speak. She shook her head, unable to clear her head enough to say what was on her mind.
Erik continued on. “God, you are so fucking beautiful and sexy and brilliant, you make me want to be worthy of your attention. The first time I saw you, I knew we needed you. I swore I had blue balls for a week after that damn reception.”
“It’s true.” Keegan moved closer. “He couldn’t stop talking about you. I’ve never seen him like that before.”
Keegan’s quiet voice held regret and she grabbed for him, instinctively knowing he was about to back away. She caught his wrist just before he moved out of reach and held on tight.
“No. You’re not going anywhere, Keegan.” Taking a deep breath, she forced a little more spine into her backbone. As gracefully as she could, she slid off Erik’s lap and stood, grateful her knees held her up.
“I’m feeling pretty damn naked all by myself. I want you both to strip. Now.”
She held Keegan’s gaze as she stroked her hand up his arm, brushing her fingertips through his hair. She’d expected the curls to be wiry. Their softness surprised her. She sank her fingers into those waves and exerted just enough pressure to hold his attention.
Stepping into him until h
er nipples brushed against his shirt, she tilted her head back and rose onto her toes until their lips were only centimeters apart. When she closed her eyes, she felt his hot breath against her cheek seconds before his lips took hers in a searing kiss.
Keegan kissed her with an underlying sweetness that made her ache low in her gut. Wrapping her arms around his shoulders, she sank into the kiss, giving over to the erotic pull of the sexual tension running between the three of them.
He grabbed her hips, pulled her tight against his fully erect cock. Rubbing her mound against that hard ridge, she wanted to climb him like her own personal Mount Everest.
As if he’d read her mind, he lifted her off her feet, aligning their mouths and bringing her clit into line with the tip of his dick. She wrapped her legs around his waist and lost herself in the carnality of his kiss, tilting her hips until she could get just the right friction on her clit.
She could come again with just a few more—
“No way, Jules.” Another set of hands grabbed her hips and Erik’s naked chest plastered itself to her back. “You don’t come again until I’m deep in your ass and Keegan’s fucking your pussy.”
She broke off the kiss, gasping for air as his words shocked her. Lust blazed through her, stealing her breath, stealing her sanity. She couldn’t believe how close to orgasm she could get from only the sound of Erik’s voice. She shivered, tucking her head into Keegan’s neck.
“Will you let me have your pussy, Jules?” Keegan’s voice threw gasoline on the fire. With her legs spread, her sex felt so damn empty, she knew she’d agree to anything these men wanted.
“God, yes. Please. I need it. Now.”
“Oh, no. Not yet.” Erik ran a hand down her back, stroking her, petting her. “It’s our turn to make you beg.”
Yes, that’s what she wanted—for these two men to give her what she needed.
She wanted to say yes but all that emerged was a moan because Erik had slipped his hand between her legs. He played his fingers over her labia and up to her clit, barely brushing against that little bundle of nerves but managing to make her shudder.
Shifting against Keegan, she opened her mouth on his neck, sinking her teeth into his skin as Erik began a wicked pattern, flicking her clit then moving back to wiggle one finger between her sex lips, working a little deeper each time.
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