by Maya Banks
She dropped her head, but Gray touched the crop to her chin, nudging it upward.
“Look at me,” he directed. “I want to see your eyes while he fucks you.”
She locked gazes with him as Micah grasped her hips in his hands and began riding her hard. It was too much for her. Each slap of his thighs against her tender ass sent a spasm of ecstasy rocketing through her body. His cock probed deep, touching her deepest recesses.
Just when she was poised to explode, once again, he pulled from her body. She whimpered in protest, and Micah smacked her already sore bottom.
Gray reached over and picked up the lubricant from the nightstand then tossed it over her head. Her breath caught deep in her chest, and she worked to expel it.
Gray reached for his fly and began unzipping his jeans. As she watched, he pulled his cock out, holding it in his hand. He walked forward and got on his knees in front of her on the bed.
“I’m going to fuck your mouth while he fucks your ass,” he said. “Can you take him, Faith? Can you take him like you did me?”
She nodded wordlessly, unable to say anything.
Micah grasped her ass in his hands, spreading the cheeks. The head of his cock nudged her opening just as Gray cupped her chin in his hand and squeezed to open her mouth.
Micah surged forward, and she let out a cry. It was quickly silenced as Gray slid to the back of her throat.
“That’s it, baby,” Gray murmured. “God, you look beautiful. Do you know what a huge turn-on it is to see another man buried in your ass because I gave it to him?”
She closed her eyes as his words washed over her. Ownership. God, the idea of belonging to him unfurled dark, forbidden desires.
Micah stretched and plundered her ass as he reamed her with his cock. Gray filled her mouth, butting against the back of her throat as he matched the intensity of Micah’s thrusts.
Micah shoved forward and stilled against her, his cock buried as deeply as he could go. “I’m going to take this condom off and come all over you, baby doll,” he rasped. Then he ripped himself out, and she flinched as the head slipped past her tight ring.
Gray thrust deeply then he too tore himself from her mouth. He began working his cock with his hand. As the first splatter hit her face, she felt a hot stream of cum splash onto her ass.
It ran down the crack of her ass and slithered inside her still-open anus.
The two men groaned as they directed more cum onto her body. She was edgy with need. She’d been so close, and now she trembled, wanting nothing more than to finish what they’d started.
Gray reached out and wiped the cum from her lips with his thumb. She looked up to see him gazing at her, a fierce, possessive look on his face.
He stuffed his cock back into his pants then hastily zipped his jeans. Behind her, Micah smoothed gentle hands over her ass. He pressed a tender kiss to the small of her back. Then Gray reached for her, picking her up as though she weighed nothing. He carried her into the bathroom and started a shower.
He hurriedly stripped then pulled her into the shower with him. He gave her a quick rinse, and then he picked her up and placed her back against the wall of the shower. He positioned his arms underneath her legs and pushed her even higher up the wall until her pussy was at the level of his mouth.
“I didn’t allow you to come for him,” he murmured, his breath blowing over her wet curls. “Your orgasms are mine and mine alone.”
She trembled at the raw possession in his voice. He nuzzled between her folds and began licking her clit. She reached down to grasp his head, moaning as he sucked the tight little bud between his teeth.
As the water sprayed over his back, he tongued her entrance, lapping and sucking like he was starving. Her thighs began to shake uncontrollably as the sensations became unbearable.
His hands slid to her buttocks, and he squeezed as he deepened the assault with his tongue. He licked, sucked and then he thrust his tongue into her pussy.
She yelled hoarsely as, finally, her orgasm flashed, hot and painful. She gripped his head, holding him close as he lapped at the flood of juices from her pussy. He continued eating her until she could stand no more. She whimpered as he tongued her sensitive flesh, and he pulled away, allowing her to slide down the wall of the shower.
Her legs wobbled underneath her, and he grabbed her waist to steady her. He reached behind him to turn off the water, and then he turned back to her, his expression serious.
He nudged her chin upward with his finger. “Tell me the truth. Did I go too far?”
In that moment, she realized that she loved this man. No matter how forceful or dominant, he was only willing to go as far as she was comfortable with. Despite his concern that she was playing games, his desire was still to please her.
She cupped his face in her hands and pulled him down to kiss him. Their wet bodies met, and she wrapped her arms around him, wanting to absorb him.
“You were perfect,” she whispered. And it was the truth. He was taking care of her. It wasn’t about dominance. She didn’t have an overwhelming need to submit. What she wanted was a strong man to take care of her, to see to her needs, to satisfy her desires.
What she’d mistaken for submission was in actuality a need to connect to a man on an emotional as well as a physical level. The emotion had been what she lacked in her previous relationships. Without it, the sex didn’t measure up. Now she realized why.
Tears pricked her eyelids as she hugged him close. He squeezed her and kissed the top of her head before tugging her out of the shower with him.
He dried her, and all she could do was stand there numbly, overwhelmed by the depth of her feelings. She wanted to tell him what he meant to her, but she knew this wasn’t the time. Not with Micah here. No, this would be saved for when it was the two of them again. In the meantime, she’d enjoy having a man fulfill all her fantasies.
As he dried the last of the water from her body, he kissed her and pushed a damp tendril of hair behind her ear. “Watching you with Micah was unbelievably hot. Watching another man take what’s mine…I can’t even explain the turn-on. It may seem weird to you, but it’s indescribable.”
“You like to watch.”
He nodded, his eyes blazing with blue heat.
“I like to watch you watch me,” she said with a slight smile. “If you’re weird, I guess so am I.”
He slid his hand down her back and gently cupped her ass. “Are you sore?”
She flushed. “A little.”
He kissed her again. “We’ll let that part of your body rest for a while. This was your first time, and I don’t want to hurt you.”
Her heart melted just a little more at the gentle concern in his voice.
“Go into the bedroom and lie down on the bed,” he said. “I think Micah would like to taste your sweet little pussy.”
Her knees shook as she stepped around him to do as he’d told her. When she walked into the bedroom, she saw Micah lying on the bed, naked, his hand stroking his semierect cock.
He watched her with sultry eyes as she hesitantly made her way to the bed. His earring winked at her, and his shoulder-length dark hair fell over his ears, slightly damp from sweat.
She looked nervously over her shoulder to see where Gray was and whether he was coming. When she saw him standing just a few feet away, she relaxed.
“Come here,” Micah called from the bed. He held out his hand, crooking his finger.
She walked to the edge of the bed. Micah scooted down until his head lay in the middle of the bed and his feet dangled off the end.
“Climb up, baby doll. I want to taste that pussy.”
A low shudder rolled over her body as her nipples tightened, and she felt a surge of wetness between her legs. She got onto the bed, and he reached for her waist. He helped her straddle his face and slowly lowered her to his waiting mouth.
When his tongue touched her, she bucked upward. His grip tightened around her hips as he pulled her back down. As his
tongue delved between her folds and found her clit, she turned her head toward Gray.
He stood across the room, and their gazes locked. Remembering what he’d said about watching, she became determined to give him a show he’d enjoy.
She slid her hands up her belly and to her breasts. She plumped them up and out with her palms and then rolled the tips between her fingers. Gray’s eyes flared, and he shifted his position.
She continued to roll her nipples, massaging and caressing her breasts. Her breathing picked up as Micah continued to lap hungrily at her. She was close. God, she was close. But she also remembered what Gray had said about coming only for him.
She opened her mouth to speak, but Gray had already crossed the room and stood next to her. He held out his hand, and she grasped it as he helped her off of Micah.
“Lay down,” he ordered.
When she complied, he pushed her toward the other end of the bed until her head dangled off the edge. Then he crawled up between her legs and spread her wide. His cock, hard, turgid, like steel, probed between her thighs and then shoved inside her with one impatient thrust.
Micah positioned himself over her head and tilted her head downward until she viewed his cock in an upside down position. He rubbed the head of his erection over her lips and then pressed inward until she relented and opened her mouth. He immediately slid in and began fucking her mouth in long, hard thrusts.
Gray pushed her legs upward, spreading her wider as he pushed deeper into her pussy. She moaned deep in her throat, vibrating against Micah’s cock. He began fucking her harder in response.
“Inside you, baby,” Gray uttered harshly. “This time we’re coming inside you. We’re going to fill you with our cum. Do you want that?”
It was a needless question. She was twisting and writhing, anticipating their release, wanting hers as well. It was freeing, not having to dictate, coordinate or direct the action. They gave her precisely what she wanted without her having to outline it in detail. All she had to do was lie back and feel. Allow herself to be taken care of.
Micah reached down and twisted her nipples between his fingers. She whimpered and squirmed restlessly as she skated closer to the edge of her orgasm. Gray slid back and forth, the friction he caused with his larger circumference sending exquisite shards of pleasure to her groin.
“Come for me,” Gray growled. “Only for me, baby. Let it go.”
As both cocks thrust to their limits inside her body, something within her snapped. Like a bowl of spilled sugar, her body crystallized and flew in ninety different directions. She jerked and heaved as the two men buffeted her body between them. The slap of flesh meeting flesh echoed loudly in the room along with their heavy grunts.
She opened her mouth to scream only to have Micah muffle it when he drove deep. Gray gathered her legs over his arms and yanked her back to meet his thrust. It hurt. It was pleasure like she’d never known. It ached. It was the most exquisite ecstasy of her life.
Her mouth filled as Micah flooded her with his release. She swallowed as more splashed onto her tongue. At the same time, she felt the heated spurts of Gray’s orgasm deep in her pussy.
They held her, they owned her, they filled her.
She lay there limply as she came down from her orgasm and the men above her eased back and forth as they finished within her. Micah was the first to withdraw. He reached down, lifted her head and kissed her forehead.
Gray slowly slid out of her pussy, a warm flood following his retreat.
“Stay right there,” Gray said huskily. “I’ll get a washcloth and clean you up. Then you can take a nap while I fix us something to eat.”
Micah sat down on the bed beside her head and looked down at her. His fingers trailed over her cheek as he pushed her hair away from her eyes.
She didn’t say anything, but neither did he. There was really nothing to say. She supposed she should feel awkward, but then he’d already seen her naked, touched her intimately.
Gray returned a moment later and gently wiped between her legs. When he was finished, he patted the pillow at the head of the bed. “Come on, baby. Crawl up here so I can tuck you in. We’ve worn you out.”
She wouldn’t argue there. She yawned and moved up then curled up and laid her head on the pillow. Gray tugged the covers up then leaned down to kiss her.
“I’ll wake you up in a little while.”
She smiled and nodded, but her eyes were already closing.
CHAPTER 35
“You’re a lucky son of a bitch,” Micah said as the two men stood in the kitchen.
Gray shoved a beer at Micah and nodded. “I know. Believe me, I know.”
“If she wasn’t so hung up on you, I swear I’d drag her home and tie her to my bed. I’d never let her out of my bedroom.”
Gray chuckled. He could understand that sentiment, because it was very much the way he felt. His smile disappeared when he remembered just how much he was deceiving her.
“What’s wrong, man?” Micah asked as he sat down on a barstool.
Gray took out a skillet and put it down on the counter with a bang. “I just hope she understands when I tell her the truth about why I’m here.”
Micah went silent for a moment. “I think she will. I mean, I’m with you, I didn’t see a need to keep what was going on from her, but I also understand Pop’s desire to protect her. Who could blame him? Faith just inspires a man to protect and shelter her.”
Gray nodded. “Exactly. I came here determined to tell her the truth and fuck what Pop wanted, but when I got here, I just couldn’t. I found myself willing to do whatever I could to keep her from any hurt.”
“You love her,” Micah said quietly.
Gray paused for a moment, prepared to deny it. But no, he couldn’t. Not when it was true. “Yeah, I do.”
“That certainly complicates things.”
Gray jerked his gaze to Micah. “What do you mean by that?”
Micah shrugged. “You live in Dallas. Your job is there. Faith lives here. Family is important to her.”
Gray stared at him for a long moment then looked away. He didn’t reply. He wasn’t sure what to say. Part of him was ashamed of the fact that since coming to Houston he’d thought very little about his job or Alex. He’d actually been able to get up every morning without having to force himself out of bed. He’d greeted his job with enthusiasm, not dread.
And then there was Faith.
“Hey, I didn’t mean to be a downer,” Micah spoke up. “Just saying you have a lot to think about.”
“Yeah,” he said grimly. “It would seem I do.”
Micah drummed his fingers on the bar. “Look man, I’m going to get on out of here. You two could use the time alone, I think, and I need to get back and see what the hell is going on.”
Gray nodded. “Give me a call. Keep me posted. I don’t want to take Faith back to Houston until we know it’s safe.”
“Sure,” Micah said as he got up. “And hey, if you ever want to do it again, let me know. Faith…well, I don’t have to tell you how hot she is.”
Gray smiled. “See you.” He gave a slight wave as Micah headed for the door.
When he heard the front door close, he looked down at the pan in front of him. Suddenly he had no desire to cook. What he wanted to do was talk to Faith. Tell her he loved her. Tell her the truth about everything.
He glanced at the clock and saw that only a half hour had elapsed since Faith had gone to sleep. She was tired. He and Micah had been hard on her. She needed the rest. As much as he itched to wake her up, he was going to let her sleep.
Instead, he’d cook her a good meal and pamper her when she woke up. And then they could have a long talk about their relationship.
Faith stretched and yawned. Her body protested her movement, but she loved each little twinge and ache. It was too easy to remember how she’d gotten those aches.
She sat up and let her legs dangle off the bed. Gray hadn’t said whether she could dress or n
ot, but with Micah here, she wasn’t comfortable parading around in the nude. They could always undress her later.
With a grin, she stood and walked over to her suitcase where she rummaged for a pair of shorts and a tank top. She slipped the shirt on then shoved her feet into a pair of flip-flops lying on the floor.
Before she left the room, she took in her appearance in the dresser mirror. In a word, she looked rumpled. Well loved. Her lips were swollen, and her eyes glowed with supreme female confidence. The kind you could only get from knowing how well you’d satisfied a man.
She ran a hand through her hair then shoved the locks behind her ears before finally turning to leave. When she walked into the living room, she saw Gray standing at the French Doors, staring over the water.
She watched in silence, enjoying the outline of his powerful body. Then, as if sensing her presence, he turned and saw her.
His face softened, and his eyes lit up. A thrill shot up her spine as she saw his reaction to her.
“Hey,” he said softly. “Did you sleep okay?”
She smiled and nodded.
He held out his arms. “Come here.”
She went gladly, and she closed her eyes in pleasure as he wrapped his arms around her and pulled her tight against him. He threaded his fingers through her hair and let the strands slide through his fingers. Then he pulled her away.
“Micah’s gone.”
She felt a surge of elation. As much as she’d enjoyed the erotic experience of having two men, she wanted so much for it to be just the two of them now.
“Come sit down on the couch with me. I want to talk to you,” he said quietly as he guided her toward the sofa.
He sat her down and took a spot across from her. He picked up her hand and kissed her fingertips before slowly lowering it to his lap.
She stared inquisitively at him. It was obvious he wanted to say something. Anticipation beat heavy in her chest.
“Faith, the last few days…they’ve been just incredible. I don’t have words to describe them.”
She smiled. “I know,” she said. “For me too.” She took a deep breath and knew that this was it. She wanted to tell him how she felt. It was the perfect opportunity.
