Already on the verge of coming, she whimpered when Rhett straightened in front of her. “Why did you stop?”
The boyish grin she’d grown to love so much despite her resolve not to unfolded on his lips. “Too quick, too easy. Anticipation is half the fun.”
If her hands had been free, she might have slapped that sexy grin off his face. Playfully, of course. If he and Drake could read her well enough to know she felt the same about them as they claimed to feel about her, then he should know how long she’d been anticipating a moment just like this. She’d already had enough of that fun. Now, she wanted the climax.
“We’re planning to take our time with you.” Drake’s rusty voice sounded huskier with his own arousal. His hands massaged her breasts, his thumbs and forefingers alternating rolls and squeezes that sent whips of heat slashing at her clit.
She angled her body slightly between them and lifted her bound wrists at her side as high as she could. “If you’ll undo these handcuffs, I’ll help that time move faster.”
Rhett’s chuckle sounded smoky and seductive. “I’d be on your side with that one because I want your hands on me, but I’m about a rub and squeeze away from losing it already. You touch me and that time is going to run out.”
* * * *
“Why don’t we give Rhett a minute to cool off?” Drake turned Alex in his arms, backed her against Rhett, and let his gaze fall down the creamy perfection of her body.
Fuck, so much for taking his time with her. He hadn’t expected the move to be a mistake, but one look at her pert ample breasts, flat stomach, and pouty pussy lips nearly did him in. His cock throbbed in a raging demand to be buried in the wet confines of her cunt.
Rhett’s arms closed around her and his hands glided up her abdomen to cup her breasts. He lifted them and Drake pulled his gaze up, locked it with Rhett’s, and saw the offering in the other man’s eyes.
His mouth watering for a taste of her, Drake lowered his head, swiping his tongue over her erect nipple before enveloping it in his mouth. He curled his tongue around the beaded point, flicked the tip over it, and then closed his teeth around it for a tender bite that had her chest thrusting toward him in an obvious search for more.
“Drake, please.”
The strangled cry brought a smile to his lips as he released her breast in favor of going for the other one to give it the same treatment. He looked up at her from beneath his lashes, loving the expression of sheer arousal on her freckled face. It was a sexier picture than any he’d created in his mind.
Wanting to hear her beg some more, he let her nipple fall from his lips, thrusts his tongue in the valley between her breasts, and danced it down her abdomen. It was like licking a hot, delicious, slithering sheet of satin. He sank to his knees, already smelling the sweet, musky scent of her arousal even before he leveled his face with her pussy.
It was too much. His hunger for her, the need he’d kept secret for so long, was so strong, his control teetered on the verge of disintegration.
He pushed back to his feet, denying himself the taste of her cunt and the chance to hear her beg again. She gazed at him questioningly through heavy-lidded hazel eyes and his throat tightened with emotions he’d never felt for a woman. Needing to find some semblance of control before he lost it all together, he fisted his fingers in her strawberry-blonde hair and crushed his mouth to hers.
Drake plunged deep, sliding his tongue over hers, beating her in a duel of domination that brought his cock that much closer to rupturing. Geezus, no woman had ever brought him so close to the edge so quickly. He’d cuffed her suspecting her touch would send him spiraling out of control. Letting that happen wasn’t an option. He took charge of the women he bedded. He brought them pleasure, took them past the dark edges of passion, and kept them wanting more before he ever gave into his own needs. She was supposed to be the one to lose it first. He was supposed to slowly explore every delicious inch of her sultry flesh until she was begging him to fuck her. Instead, he was the one closest to begging.
Still kissing her, he opened his eyes and looked past her face to Rhett. He owed his friend big-time. Rhett lived next door to Alexandria. At any given time over the last several months since they’d met her, the man could’ve staked his claim. He could’ve taken her for himself and left Drake in the cold.
Yeah, Drake had a debt to pay, but as his senses reeled with Alex’s taste and the feel of her amazing body against his, he couldn’t think of repayment now. Getting her flat on her back, bending her over a table, or hell, even pinning her to the wall again where he could drive his throbbing cock in the steaming, wet confines of her pussy was taking precedence over anything else.
Drake licked his way out of her mouth and whispered gruffly in her ear. “I want you so bad I can’t fucking stand it. You don’t know what you do to me, how crazy you make me.”
Her head turned into his and her lips grazed over the side of his face to his ear. “Then show me.”
She licked his earlobe between her teeth and bit. A guttural moan rumbled from his throat and his eyes rolled back in his head, but not before he caught the torment and thinly veiled restraint in Rhett’s eyes. Alex wriggled between them, her lips and teeth cruising down his neck, kissing and biting his flesh. Resourceful little vixen that she was, he realized she was doing the same to Rhett that she’d done to him when Rhett had been kissing her. She’d found a way to explore him without the use of her hands even as she managed to latch said bound hands onto Rhett’s cock behind her.
Nearly undone, he pulled back, yanked his shirt over his head, and tossed it aside. A wicked smile toyed with the corners of her mouth as she leaned forward, dipping her head down to swipe her satiny tongue over his flat nipple. He felt the bead tighten, the muscle in his pec flexing involuntarily at the kiss, and his head fell back on his shoulders.
“You like it rough, don’t you?”
The heat of her breath scorched his flesh. The sharp bite she gave his nipple turned his intended answer of a yes to a hiss. He felt her lips spread in a smile as her mouth grazed over his chest to his other nipple, proving she didn’t need hands to drive him to the brink of insanity.
He reached between his body and hers, found the button and zipper of his jeans and wrenched them free. He toed off his tennis shoes, shucked his pants and briefs down his legs, and kicked them out of his way before fisting her hair in his hand and pulling her devilish mouth from his flesh.
She gazed up at him, arousal and amusement swirling in her beautiful eyes. “I don’t mind rough, in case you were wondering.”
He made a sound he’d never heard himself make before and glanced at his discarded jeans on the floor. The soft chuckle behind her drew his attention to Rhett. The man was still fully dressed and leaning lazily against the wall. Drake felt one of the man’s hands on Alexandria, slowly gliding up and down her side. His other hand was up and spinning a condom slowly between his fingers.
“Are you wishing you’d thought to grab one of these first?”
“Fuck yeah.” Drake took the foil package and ripped it open with his teeth. “Thanks.”
“It’s kind of handy having me standing back here, huh?”
Drake paused in the act of sheathing his cock. Hell, he’d never shared a woman with another man before. He’d been too concerned with Alex to worry about how Rhett was faring right now.
“I’ll get my turn in a few minutes,” Rhett told him, obviously reading his thoughts. “Though you could help me out by turning her back around or taking her a couple of steps away. Whatever works to get her hands out of my pants before I end up coming in her palms.”
Drake glanced at Alexandria and watched as her vixen smile spread. Apparently she hadn’t been too concerned with him not to worry about Rhett. She’d not only managed to touch the man, but had somehow gotten her hands inside his fly. “I can see I’m going to have to do a lot more than bind your wrists if I don’t want you touching next time.”
Excitement moved thr
ough her amazing eyes, but it was tainted by something he couldn’t define. “Stop talking and make love to me, Drake. I need you. I need both of you. Just this once.”
Warning bells sounded in his head as he let go of her hair and moved both hands to her hips. Just this once? Did she think this was going to be a one-night stand? He knew he should assure her it wouldn’t be. He wasn’t exactly sure how the hell it would work between the three of them forever, but he was damn ready to find out. Rhett was, too. Neither of them had come into her apartment tonight with the intention of walking out after a good fuck.
Before he could gather his thoughts enough to tell her they both wanted more, her mouth was on his flesh again. She licked a fiery path over the front of his shoulder, rising on her tiptoes to dance her tongue over his collar bone, and he forgot all about assurances. She’d figure it out after they made her come again and again and again.
He lifted her off her feet, cradled her sexy ass in his arms, and held her above his cock with the engorged head poised at the entrance to her pussy. With her hands bound behind her back, she swayed unsteadily in his embrace. Rhett was there to catch her, acting like an unmovable wall for her to lean against as Drake lowered her body onto his cock.
He didn’t take her slow, didn’t take her easy. He buried his dick in the hot confines of her cunt in a single, fluid thrust that drew a strangled cry from her lips and a growl from his throat. He felt the tender inner walls of her pussy attempt to fight the invasion. She was wet, her channel drenched with juices that should’ve lubed the way for his cock, but she was so freaking tight he had to work his way in. He pumped his hips back and forth, filling her more and more each time until her muscles eased around his shaft, contracting to draw his cock deeper.
“Geezus, Alex, you’re tight.” The grip of her muscles around his shaft threatened to squeeze his release from his cock far too soon.
Her head had fallen back on Rhett’s chest, her eyes closed and her lips forming an O of pleasure despite the discomfort he was certain she was feeling. “It’s been a long time.”
Drake attempted to slow his thrusts, but she locked her ankles behind him, pushing against his ass with her heels as her hips bucked into his. “Don’t let me hurt you.”
She lifted her head, deviousness sparking in her eyes. “I thought you liked it rough.”
Fuck, the woman was magnificent. At five-foot-six and barely a hundred and twenty pounds, she should’ve felt fragile in his arms. Instead, she felt perfect and resilient. He liked a woman he didn’t have to treat like a delicate flower. The challenge in the questioning look she gave him told him she was that kind of woman.
He pulled back, letting his cock nearly slid out of her pussy, and plunged inside again with a powerful swivel of his hips. Her head fell back on Rhett’s chest, her eyes closing as she gasped and then moaned.
Drake rammed his cock into her, finding just the right angle and spot to turn her moans into pleasured cries. Her muscles contracted around his shaft, working his dick until the pressure built fit to bursting in his balls. He fought against his release, rotating his hips on the inward thrusts to grind the base of his body against her clit, and felt her start to shake.
“Drake, oh, God.” Her head lolled on Rhett’s chest, her back arching between them, thrusting her breasts up.
“Come for me, Alex.” He gritted his teeth, battling his own needs, unwilling to reach the finish line first. He bent his head, covered one breast with his mouth, and clamped his teeth hard around the taut nipple.
Alex screamed, her body jerked between him and Rhett, and he felt the hot juices of her release spread over his groin. He didn’t slow his thrusts. Growling her name, he rode the wave of pleasure as came.
* * * *
Rhett enjoyed watching porn. What healthy guy below the age of eighty-five didn’t? Holding Alexandria, watching her, and listening to the sounds she made as Drake fucked her proved a sight far better than any porn ever filmed. He hadn’t expected to like it. He sure as hell hadn’t expected to damn near come right along with Drake.
His balls drew up painfully between his legs as he tightened his arms around Alex, holding her while she quivered in the aftermath of her orgasm. He nuzzled his face in the bend of her neck, breathing in her sweet scent laced with the aroma of her arousal drifting up from her pussy.
“Are you okay, sweetheart?”
“Mmm.” She rolled her head on his chest and angled it back as her eyes fluttered open. A slow, sleepy, satisfied smile unfolded on her lips. “Hey there. I haven’t seen you in a few minutes.”
Rhett chuckled and lifted his head as Drake leaned in and nudged her cheek with the tip of his nose. She turned her head back to look at Drake and the man took her mouth in a heated, dominant kiss.
Jealousy twisted in Rhett’s gut, but he tamped it down. Sharing her with Drake had been his idea. He knew his closest friend was as crazy about her as he was. They’d talked about sitting her down and bearing their hearts, letting her know how they felt, and seeing which of them she would choose. The thought that she might have picked Drake over him had scared the hell out of him. The knowledge that she likely wouldn’t have chosen either of them in favor of maintaining the friendship the three of them had built over the last several months had only made him feel worse.
“That would be because he keeps taking over the show.” Rhett bit back a grin when Drake broke the kiss and pulled back to look at him. A hint of apology flashed through eyes that gleamed with victory and satisfaction.
“I guess you can take over now that you’ve had your minute to cool off.” Drake turned his attention back to Alex. “Unlock your ankles, baby. Rhett won’t let you fall.”
“I’ve got you.” Rhett adjusted his hold on her, scooping her into his arms as Drake stepped back. Alex settled awkwardly against his chest. “You want to find the key to the cuffs and take them off, man?”
Drake snagged his jeans from the floor, dug in the front pocket, and pulled out the keys. “Are you sure you want to give her full use of her wicked hands? There’s no telling what she’ll do with them.”
Alex shifted in his arms and waggled her brows at him. “Tell him yes. You’re absolutely, positively sure.”
Rhett chuckled, loving the playful promise he saw in her eyes. “Yeah, I’m sure.” He’d known she had a wild side, one that would get off on Drake’s aggressiveness. She had a calmer side, too, one that he intended to seduce with his much gentler nature.
Her arms wound around his neck the instant Drake set her wrists free and she settled more comfortably against his chest as he walked down the hall. “Where are you taking me?”
“Your bedroom.” He heard the tap turn on in the hallway bathroom just as they passed it and realized Drake had stopped off to clean himself up. He turned sideways as he carried her through the doorway of the room, pausing to flip the light switch with his elbow before moving to the bed. “I hope Drake didn’t wear you out so much that you’re going to fall asleep on me.”
She giggled, the sound hot and breathless, as he laid her on the king-size bed. “Are you kidding? I get the chance to have both of you tonight. I’m going to take it if it kills me.”
Her bottom lip disappeared thoughtfully between her teeth and her gaze skittered away from his. A flash of sadness moved through her expression and his heart stopped.
“Alex, sweetheart, what’s wrong?”
She shook her head and met his gaze again before dragging her attention pointedly and seductively down his body. “You’re still dressed.”
Rhett straightened and pulled his shirt over his head, knowing damn well she’d just evaded his question. It might have been greed or maybe even jealousy that compelled him to let it go. He wanted her with a fierceness that wouldn’t allow him to risk ruining the moment by demanding the real answer.
Movement at the doorway snagged his attention as he pulled off his shoes and shed his jeans and boxers. Drake hadn’t bothered to put his clothes back on. He leaned
a shoulder against the doorframe, his expression one of a man who was settling in to enjoy the show.
Remembering the second condom he’d pulled from his wallet when he’d gotten one out for Drake, Rhett plucked it from the pocket of his jeans before sending them to the floor. He felt the heat of Alexandria’s stare, sensed her attention slowly moving over his body, and stood silently for a moment, letting her look her fill.
“Damn.” The whispered word rang with sheer female appreciation. Her head turned, her gaze landing on Drake in the doorway, and she gave him the same fiery, scrutinizing look. “I knew both of you were hot as hell in clothes, but naked…” She released a long, slow, audible breath. “Words are failing me.”
Rhett sat on the bed beside her, hooked a finger beneath her chin, and turned her face to his. “You don’t need words when you look at us like that, sweetheart.” He brushed a kiss to her lips. “I haven’t been able to find the right words to tell you how incredibly beautiful you are since the day I met you.”
Emotions darkened her hazel eyes and she visibly swallowed. “Just so you know, I’m not even close to being sleepy now.”
Rhett grinned despite the rapidly growing suspicion that something was going wrong with tonight. Maybe he was giving her too much time to think. Drake hadn’t done that. He’d all but attacked her the moment she’d opened the front door and hadn’t let up until he’d blown his wad inside her. If that were the case, whatever she was thinking wasn’t making her back away.
She reached for him and he folded himself over her, taking her mouth in a tender, chaste kiss before licking his way down to her breast. He outlined her taut nipple with his tongue, flicked the tip, and then took as much of her ample breasts in his mouth as he could. Her fingers buried in his hair as he licked his way to her other breast, gave it the same gentle treatment, and started the process again.
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