by Cari Quinn
“Gonna use me like your little fuck toy?” She tipped her head to the side, shaking her hair back so she could see Tristan’s eyes as he carted her to the purple lounge chair near the fire.
“Oh, yeah. If you’re okay with that, so am I.” The good humor on his face changed to pure lust as he laid her down. “Jesus, you’re so gorgeous. Your eyes looking all fucked, your mouth swollen and ready for more.”
She reached for him, stroking his hard shaft with fingers that still weren’t quite steady. She wasn’t certain she’d ever be fully steady again.
“In me.” Her gaze flashed up to his. “Now.”
Tristan undressed, starting with the jeans he’d left unzipped. Every inch of skin he revealed made her ache, and she would’ve thought she’d temporarily sated those desires. Apparently, these men gave her an insatiable appetite.
As soon as his jeans hit the floor, he tugged his thermal over his head, again from behind in that sexy guy way that made her nipples get hard. Or harden more, since she wasn’t at all sure she’d ever not be aroused again.
They’d broken her in some fundamental way, and she didn’t want to be put back together. Ever.
“Scoot over,” he said and she obliged, letting out a laugh as he scooped her up and set her on his lap.
Sideways, so that his stiff dick was caught between her upper thigh and his stomach.
Sparks, that angel of mercy, appeared behind the lounge chair with a condom. “Looking for something?”
Tristan muttered his thanks and suited up while she wondered how she was supposed to ride his dick from that position when her limbs were the approximate consistency of spaghetti.
Then Tristan lifted her up as if he really were Superman and seated her on his cock, drawing her down his length so slowly that she could only gasp. “Oh.”
“Yes, oh.” He chuckled and bit her shoulder. “Like?”
Since he was already lifting her up again, all she could do was nod. When he sped up, her head was going to fly off her fucking shoulders.
And then his nice and easy pace turned into something else. He thrust into her again and again, touching new places inside her, though she’d been certain Sparks had reached every-damn-where. But no, there was more for him.
She was almost positive there would always be a well of more inside her for them, no matter how hard they pushed her or made her plead. She’d always be ready to go the distance one more time.
“Shit, you’re tight. Still.” Tristan barely panted between words, lifting her with such little effort that she caught her breath every time. So hot. “Think you can come again for me, babe?”
She nodded, beyond words. All she was capable of was bracing one hand on his knee as he slid her up and down his dick, at least until soft lips kissed her shoulder.
“I was going to help you get off, but new plan.” Sparks’s deep voice was so arousing that she couldn’t help squeezing Tris’s shaft from inside, making him groan. “Touch yourself. Let us watch you make yourself come.”
Embarrassment wasn’t an emotion she often allowed herself. She’d brazened her way through so many tough situations that eventually she’d almost convinced herself she couldn’t feel that way anymore. But knowing they were both fixated on her, waiting for her next move, brought warmth to her cheeks and neck. Even her breasts felt impossibly flushed and sensitive.
Hell, she had to touch herself.
Her fingers toyed with her nipple and she threw her head back as Sparks moved in close. He was always there to steady her—when he wasn’t the one helping to drive her insane.
“Beautiful,” Tris whispered.
Sparks kissed her hair. His abrasive fingertips drew patterns on her shoulders and knowing he was staring down at her as she rode Tristan’s cock—seeing her damp pussy envelop Tris’s length with every pass—only made her more excited. She pinched her nipple, twisting it as Tristan’s strokes grew jerky and less practiced. He changed the angle of his thrusts and she cried out, digging her nails into his thigh. At his hiss, she tugged on her nipple. Hard. Harder. Heat arced through her, traveling right to her clit.
“Touch it, baby.”
She wasn’t sure if that chant was in her head or belonged to one or both of her naughty boys, but she so needed to. She was already almost there.
Again.
Running her hand down her body while Tristan’s breathing became choppy and erratic sent power surging through her veins. She could make him crazy. Make them both nuts. Her touching herself was enough to have them cursing and panting. And damn, that made her even more aroused.
She’d never been the center of anyone’s universe before, not like this. At that moment, she felt strong enough to do anything, be anything.
Strong enough not to think about her thighs jiggling as she bounced them up and down in her efforts to help Tristan, or if she looked too desperate while she rubbed her clit. Whatever she did in this space was okay. They desired her just the way she was.
“Shit, you’re so sexy,” Sparks rasped in her ear while she toyed with her clit, and she dipped back her head, locking gazes with his. She didn’t stop, didn’t slow down. She couldn’t, not when she was so close to coming again. “Your fingers are so wet. Give them to me.”
She circled two over her clit, soaking them, and lifted her hand. Before he could latch on, Tris leaned forward and sucked on one, letting out a groan. Sparks hesitated only for a second before licking her other wet finger.
Seeing their heads bent together, one light, one dark, to taste her was all it took to push her over. She scraped the nails of her other hand down Tris’s leg, absorbing his raw sounds as she reached her peak.
She screamed. And unlike the first time she and Tristan had done this, no one clamped a hand over her mouth.
Her vision fuzzed at the edges and her thighs shook and God, it still wasn’t enough. Lost, she rocked urgently, longing for more. Always more. Though she was mostly at Tristan’s mercy in this position, she flexed her pussy, taking him into her again and again while her orgasm spun out.
No beginning, no end. She’d been dropped into a void of endless pleasure.
She was scarcely aware of being lifted again, of her legs being spread to encompass strong thighs. Blinking her eyes open, she met Tris’s gaze, trapped there when he parted her legs and drove into her. She whimpered and gripped his shoulders, shocked to feel herself nearing climax again.
Or still. Maybe this was just one long orgasm, with a momentary breather in between.
Every time she thought she’d had enough, they forced her to take more until she was overcome. Until she was mindless enough to reach out for Sparks with one hand, dragging him to her mouth by a handful of his thick hair. He kissed her as roughly as she longed for, stroking his tongue into her mouth, even as Tristan fucked her without pause. Endless, frantic fucking, the kind that made her muscles shriek and her whole body throb.
She drew back from Sparks long enough to breathe, to gather herself to fall one more time. And realized she didn’t have to, that getting Tristan there and watching him shatter—feeling him shatter deep inside her—was way more exciting than even coming again.
Dampening her fingers, she sucked them into her mouth as Tris’s eyes went to slits. Out of the corner of her eye, she glimpsed Sparks’s tensed arm moving and knew, just knew, he was working his own length. She’d see soon enough.
First, she had to finish Tris off.
Slowly, so slowly, she scraped her wet nails down his belly. He let out an oath and clamped his hands on her hips, dragging her up and down his cock. With every stroke, she swore she could feel him hardening more.
She turned her head, startling at the sight of herself in the mirror, rocking on Tristan’s lap. She whimpered, also watching in the glass as Sparks jerked himself off. So hard and fast, as fast as Tristan was working her pussy.
Without thinking, she balanced one hand on Tristan’s shoulder and stretched toward Sparks. He approached her wordlessly, and the sound he made as sh
e took him in hand—and after drawing him closer, in her mouth—verged on sheer relief.
Somehow ministering to both of them in her own pervy way felt right. Perfect. No one left out, even for a second.
“Fuck, babe, suck that dick. So fucking hot.”
Answering Tris in kind, she tightened up around him, making him curse and fuck her that much harder. She was bouncing so hard she could barely hold on to Sparks, but she could tell he was close enough it didn’t matter.
Plus, she had a secret weapon.
Reaching down, she cupped Sparks’s balls, squeezing them in her palm with just enough pressure. Sparks’s eyes widened and then he gave a minute shake of his head, warning her to move if she intended to.
She wasn’t going anywhere.
At his buddy’s shout, Tris let out one of his own, bottoming out inside of her as his cock started to pulse. She sucked and swallowed while she squeezed Tris as hard as she could internally to prolong his orgasm. At the same time, she rubbed the part of Sparks’s cock that wasn’t in her mouth, extending the moment.
One became two, and then two became three.
Time disappeared, lost in their unsteady exhales and the leftover sounds of their pleasure as they came back to themselves.
It was time to shore up her boundaries again. Even if her chest was starting to ache.
This was just sex. Amazing, unforgettable sex. She couldn’t let herself forget.
She slid away from Sparks and climbed off Tris—ouch—and slumped over on her side on the lounge chair, grateful it was extra wide.
She shut her eyes, stirring only when one of them chuckled and caressed her hip.
Sparks. She recognized his careful touch.
“Broken,” she mumbled.
Tris brushed his mouth over her hair. “Bed for you.”
Somewhere down deep, she wanted to toss back a sarcastic remark. What, now I’ve earned my keep? Now I get to stay?
But she didn’t, because she didn’t have the energy to be petty.
She wasn’t surprised to feel herself being lifted, by Sparks this time. She turned her face into that wonderful crook between his neck and shoulder and murmured her thanks.
For carrying her. For the orgasms. For somehow being exactly who she wanted at exactly the right time.
She fumbled a hand out, needing Tris too. Feeling his fingers twine around hers settled her heart in a way that didn’t make sense. He was exactly what she’d craved too, though she’d never realized what she lacked.
These two men were everything she’d never thought she needed.
More. So much more.
Tris curled against her back and stroked her hair. “Sleep, babe.”
“Mmm.” She burrowed against Sparks’s chest, sighing as he tucked her head under his chin.
Surrounded. She was caged in by their hard, hot bodies, but somehow she wasn’t trapped.
For the first time ever, she truly felt free.
Fourteen
Tristan woke to a female ass tucked into the curve of his body. It had been a helluva long time since he’d spooned with anyone. Even longer since his arms were curled around a woman during the morning after period. Add in the dude sprawled under Jules and this morning after was fucking weird.
Didn’t stop him from being as hard as a mallet.
He groaned when Juliet shifted against him. His cock swelled tighter against her naked skin. All he had to do was swipe his aching head along her slit. She’d be soft and warm.
It wasn’t like he hadn’t had overnight guests in his life, but he could count on one hand how many women he’d actually had a relationship with. Especially ones that included sleepovers.
This was not a relationship.
Before he could think too closely about that, she moved again. He hissed out a slow breath as she rolled her hips against him. Was she awake? Christ, he hoped she was.
He lowered his mouth to her shoulder. The first hit of her smooth skin ramped up his need for her. Spicy plum with a hint of…him. Why was that even more alluring?
He’d marked her in every damn way last night. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d wanted to literally paint a woman with his sweat and cum. He loved fucking. The stress relief was usually all he was looking for.
And he’d thought this would be the same.
Now, as he sunk his teeth into her neck, he really wasn’t sure.
She stirred under his touch. Her head turned toward him, sleepy brown eyes under heavy lashes already heating for him. Not a lick of makeup left on her face, and so fucking beautiful, it made his chest tight. She danced her fingers down his cheek in that effortlessly curious way she had. As if she needed to feel and experience everything.
And she had.
He’d partied with a couple before. In fact, he preferred an established couple. No strings, just pleasure. It was easier when no one counted on him. This was dangerous territory. Friendship and fucking wrapped up in orgasms could go very wrong.
He’d figured that the entire situation would be out of his system by now.
Instead of being over it, he craved more of her. As if her scent and taste was the finest melted dark chocolate, and he wanted to fucking bathe in it.
He pushed her thick tumble of hair out of the way. The silk slid down his chest and belly to tease his already screaming cock. The tip of her tongue swiped over her lips as a soft moan slipped out.
He dragged his focus from her face and saw why.
Rand was now awake with his lips sealed over her breast, sucking deeply on the tip.
As easy as that, she flowed between them. Her hips rolled, teasing his shaft between her cheeks. Already, pre-cum dripped from the head to smear across her perfect ass.
He’d take her there.
Maybe not today, maybe not tomorrow, but he would.
Recalling her insistence that she enjoyed anal sex had him pressing himself even harder against her. Morning wood and a receptive woman were more than he could resist.
He reached down to tuck himself lower. She was wet and hot. The way she melted into him and arched for Rand only intensified his reaction. Just a push and he could be inside her. Bare. Totally bare.
Fuck.
He backed up and looked down at himself. She’d coated his head. He was so damn close to forgetting everything. He’d never touched a woman without a condom in his life.
She’s protected.
She’d told them that she was.
Just one stroke inside her glorious body. He dragged his hand down her spine to the heart-shaped ass that filled his hands to perfection. He cupped her cheeks, his thumbs sliding over the crease.
She flexed for him. Muscles rippling lightly under her skin as her rosette tightened. Looking for him to slip in there. To widen her and stretch her.
His thumb swiped over her pucker, pausing to circle it. Her breath rattled out as she stiffened for a moment. She swung her head around toward him. Her lids heavy, her eyes soft and hot, and Randy there—always there to give her what she needed.
Tristan never had to worry that she wouldn’t be taken care of between them.
He reached around her hips to dive between her legs.
Soaked already.
She pushed back against him and forward into Randy. Her breasts cushioning his best friend’s head. Rand didn’t take but a moment to get a hold of her. To cup her and bring her nipples up to his mouth to bite and suck on each one.
He rolled Juliet onto her belly. She stretched and arched like a cat. “Is this how you want me?” She grinned over her shoulder.
Tristan gripped her leg, then slid his finger up her inner thigh as she watched him. He swiped the pad of his thumb along her slit and curled up inside her tight pussy.
She hissed, her fingers tightening on Randy’s torso.
“Suck him.”
Her mouth slackened and her eyebrows rose.
Tristan drew out his thumb and slid it along her already swollen lips. “Do it.”
She swallowed, but nodded and inched farther down Randy. She dragged her breasts over his belly and grazed them along his thighs. Each movement backward, she pressed against Tristan’s thumb. Taking more of it.
“You want me inside you, sweetheart?”
She turned around again. “Yes.”
“Then get your mouth to working. My boy is left alone up there. Show me how good you can suck.”
She peeled the sheet back, then curled her fingers around Rand’s shaft. It was tight to his belly, the tip a dark red from strain. She propped herself up slightly, which opened her ass a little wider.
Tristan took full advantage by curling both hands along the lower curve of her ass. He drew both thumbs ever closer, until they hovered outside her lips.
She rocked back against him, but he denied her a full entry each time. His cock was pounding out a staccato heartbeat against the mattress, but he wouldn’t relent. He wanted her begging.
Her moans were muffled.
Tristan peered up over her spankable ass to see her take more than half of Randy into her mouth. The slurp of her lips as she swallowed only intensified the matching pulse of his blood.
When she took Rand even deeper, Tris leaned down and swiped his tongue along her slit. Too good. Her taste woke up his senses faster than a hit of espresso.
Fuck.
He forgot to hold back. Instead, he lapped up every bit of her cream and searched out more. He drove his middle and first finger inside to draw out more of her.
She released Rand with a pop and cried out a name. His name? Goddamn right it better be his. He pushed her legs open wider and dragged her up onto her knees.
He needed all of her.
Access to everything. To ready her for him. He needed to get inside her. To slake this need that pushed everything else out of his brain. He curled his fingers under her to find her clit. There was no soft or slow now. He hit every spot that he’d learned in the few days of knowing her.
When she gripped the sheets and bowed her head, he stopped.
“Don’t stop.” Her voice was breathy and low.
“You stop, I stop.”
She slapped the mattress, but her mouth covered Rand’s cock again. She rocked forward to take him deeper, then slammed back on Tris’s mouth. She wouldn’t follow orders quietly.
