BlowingitOff

by Lexxie Couper

  Since when have you been sane?

  She dropped her gaze to the glass shard in her hands—the accidental dildo—and bit back a frustrated snort. The only thing left from her studio fire. Damn it, if Harvey was here right now she’d throttle him. Not for destroying her studio, but for bringing Will and Damon back into her life.

  And once again, we see how messed up you truly are, Phoebe Masters. No wonder you don’t care about what the real world thinks, you don’t seem to function in it!

  A loud knock on her door made her jump. “Idiot,” she grumbled under her breath. Tossing the glass shard onto the cushion beside her, she pushed herself to her feet, ignoring the heavy pressure on her chest.

  Just say no, Pheebs. Open the door, say thanks for your offer but no thanks, and then close the door straight away. Before either of them can try to change your mind.

  She crossed the room, mouth dry, pulse too damn fast. Wrapping her fingers around the metal handle, she took a deep breath and slid the door open.

  Damon grinned at her from the other side. “Hey honey, we’re home. Did you miss us?”

  The door slid farther open, revealing a towering Will studying her with serious eyes.

  She opened her mouth.

  “Don’t even think about saying no, Pheebs,” he said.

  She closed her mouth again.

  A small grin curled the corners of his lips and Damon burst out laughing. “You called it, Tiny.”

  She stood still, staring at them, her pulse not just fast now, but pounding. Her nipples pinched tight, straining against the cotton of her T-shirt with insistent need. The friction sent a hot shard of awareness down into the pit of her stomach and she pressed her thighs together.

  Thanks, but no thanks. Thanks, but no thanks.

  “Thank you for catching Harvey,” she croaked finally, determined to follow her plan. “I appreciate your efforts.”

  “Of course you do.” Will’s smile curled deeper. “But Harvey’s not the arsonist we’re after anymore.”

  She swallowed. “He’s not?” If they were going back to Newcastle on a new case, why was she so bloody disappointed? That’s what she wanted, after all.

  Will shook his head, his stare holding hers. “You set a fire alight in us both, Ms. Masters. We’re planning to take our time investigating it.”

  “And you owe us an answer,” Damon murmured, “and, as Tiny already said, don’t even think about saying no.”

  She sucked in a short breath and gave them both an unwavering gaze. “It has to be no.”

  Damon straightening from the doorjamb. “I’m so glad you said that, Masters.”

  Phoebe blinked. “Why?”

  “So we could do this,” Will answered, and crossed her threshold with one step and crushed her mouth with his.

  His tongue took command of hers, mating with it in hungry, fierce strokes. His hands snared the back of her shirt and balled into fists, holding her trapped against his hard body. And it was hard, in all the right places. His thighs pressed to hers, long and lean, his erection jabbing at her belly through their clothes.

  She couldn’t help herself. She threaded her arms up around his shoulders and buried her fingers in his hair at his nape, rolling her hips to grind her mons against his rigid cock as she did so. He groaned into her mouth and she moaned back, low and willing. Willing for Will to take more from her.

  He answered the wordless plea. As did Damon.

  Without prompting, Damon slammed the door shut, stepped behind her and wriggled his hands between their bodies, finding the button of her fly with deft fingers. He popped it open and before she could respond—and really, how could she when Will claimed her lips with such brutal mastery?—he slid down her body, tugged her jeans over her hips and down her legs as he did so.

  “Fuck, I love your backside, Masters.” Damon licked the tip of his tongue up the curve of her right cheek, from the back of her thigh to the base of her spine. “It’s so tight and smooth and perfect.” A shiver of carnal delight rippled through her, turning her nipples to twin points of aching want.

  Will pulled from the kiss, nostrils flaring, and slid his hands up under her shirt. His palms grazed her breasts, cupped each pleasure-swollen form with a kneading pressure until she whimpered. “Your breasts are equally perfect.” He dragged his thumbs across the tips of her puckered nipples, watching her response just as Damon ran his fingers down the seam of her butt.

  She bucked, her breath catching, her pussy constricting with urgent need.

  Will took advantage of her cry, capturing her throat with his lips and teeth in a searing assault that made her head swim and her knees turn to jelly. She writhed in Will’s arms, Damon’s lips and tongue working their magic on her as the man explored every inch of her butt. Every inch. When he slid the tip of his tongue over the clenching hole of her anus, her knees shook again, enough to make her fall against Will’s chest.

  “Will…” She moaned, gazing up at him through heavy eyelids. “This can’t…this is…”

  Damon’s tongue wriggled against her anus, an insistent pressure so deliriously pleasurable her words were lost to her. His fingers spread her arse cheeks wider, exposing her to his ravishing mouth. He stabbed at her hole with quick, wet thrusts, driving her higher and higher into a hot frenzy. Will held her, one hand on her breast, teasing her nipple, the other anchored to the base of her spine, fingers splayed wide.

  “This is right, Pheebs,” Will murmured, staring down at her face. His gaze held her as surely as his arms, the brilliant brown eyes ablaze with lust. “And you know it. You want it as much as we do.” He lowered his head and pressed his lips to the base of her throat. “And we want it so much we’re not taking no for an answer.”

  She moaned a sound of sheer supplication that vibrated all the way through her body. Damon laved her anus with his tongue again, intense excitement unfurling through her, wrapping around her very soul.

  She moaned again, pushing her arse back into his face, her thighs spreading. He understood her wordless request, sliding the fingers of one hand over her butt to her sodden slit.

  “Oh yes.” Her words left her in a gasping cry.

  “I want to fuck this arse, babe,” he groaned against her backside. “I want to sink into your tightness and pump you until you scream.”

  “Yes,” she whimpered.

  “I want to fuck your gorgeous pussy,” Will murmured, the low statement making her breasts grow heavy and full with need. “I want fill you with my come as Damon fucks your arse.”

  “Oh yes!” She writhed between them. “Yes, I want that. Now. Please, now!”

  As one, Damon and Will moved. Damon rose to his feet and hauled her off the floor. She wrapped her legs around Will’s waist, her back resting against Damon, and the two men carried her to the bed, neither saying a word. They didn’t need to—she could feel their desire in their straining bodies, their urgent erections. Will’s pressed to the spread junction of her thighs, barely contained by his jeans, and Damon’s nudging the small of her back. She closed her eyes and laughed at their awkward journey across the room, even as waves of constricting heat rolled through her.

  Aren’t you meant to be saying goodbye right about now?

  “Oh, no fucking way.”

  The words left her on a ragged breath, barely audible to her own ears. When Will and Damon deposited her across her bed, their hands removing her clothes without delay, she wondered why she’d ever considered saying goodbye in the first place.

  When Will slid his body—as naked as her own—up her stretched-out length, his rigid cock nestling against her swollen, sodden pussy lips, she wondered why she’d ever left them in the first place.

  When Damon’s mouth slanted over hers, his tongue teasing until she whimpered, Will suckling one breast and then the other, she wondered how she even had the capacity to think. It all felt so good. So damn good.

  “We love you, Masters,” Damon murmured against her lips. “You know that, right?
”

  “Love you and never plan on letting you go again,” Will continued, his fingers stroking over the nipple his mouth had been worshipping only seconds ago.

  She parted her lips, her throat thick. “I…”

  Damon raised his head, enough to grin down at her. “Shhh. Don’t say anything yet. We still have our final argument to make.”

  “And trust us,” Will tweaked her nipple, “it’s a very persuasive one.”

  Chapter Eight

  Without a word, Will flipped onto his back, taking Phoebe with him. Damon stepped back long enough to retrieve the tube of lube he’d used earlier, watching Phoebe reposition herself atop Will’s body as he did so.

  His dick ached, a rod of agonizing steel. They’d both made their intentions clear—Damon wanted to sink his cock into Phoebe’s arse and Will wanted her pussy. But first, Damon had to taste her cream.

  “Stick your backside up in the air, Mastesr,” he ordered, tossing the lube on the bed beside her.

  She did as he commanded, giving him a sideward glance as she did so, her lids heavy, her lips parted.

  “Good. Now stay that way while I fuck your cunt with my tongue.”

  He moved back to the bed, running his hands up and down her thighs as he climbed onto the mattress. Two sets of eyes watched him.

  A slow smile pulled at his lips. It didn’t take a genius to see Will was on the edge, and Damon was right there beside him. Just the sight of Phoebe doing as she was told, offering her naked, exposed sex to him, was enough to drive Damon mad with need.

  Enough to push him to the edge of oblivion without a single caress of her fingers or lips on his flesh.

  “Phoebe,” he said, his voice raspy, “don’t move. I want you to stay still as I eat your pussy and Will sucks on your tits.”

  Her eyes dilated, her breath becoming choppy. She nodded. Just a simple, single nod. And then she let out a moan, her eyes drifting completely closed as Will raised his head to her breasts and stroked his tongue over one puckered nipple.

  For a long moment she stayed just like so—a sculpture of sublime pleasure poised for life above Will’s sweat-glistening body, her eyes closed, her neck bowed, her breasts captured by his mouth and hand, her spine arched in a line of aching need. To Damon, she’d never looked so beautiful. So perfect.

  And she was theirs. And they, hers.

  He sucked in a sharp breath, the scent of sex flowing through his nose and over his tongue. Her folds glistened, juices trickling from her as pleasure took hold. He touched one finger to her pussy, then another. Her clit seemed to swell before his eyes and he drew in another breath, this one shaky and unstable. Christ, he wanted to do this every night. Every morning. Every fucking afternoon.

  A low whimper vibrated through Phoebe and he shot her a quick look. Will had moved his attention to her other breast, his fingers pinching and pulling the nipple no longer in his mouth. His friend’s eyes were closed, his cheeks sunken as he sucked on her flesh.

  A thing of beauty. Their woman being pleasured by them. Only them. Both of them.

  With a low, eager growl, Damon repositioned himself on the mattress, planting his knees on either side of Will’s extended legs before lowering his head to Phoebe’s sex. He flicked his tongue up the length of her slick seam and back down again, teasing her clit. She bucked a little, but otherwise did as he’d ordered—remained still.

  “Oh God…” she moaned.

  He dipped the tip of his tongue a little deeper into her pussy.

  She moaned again, her thighs quivering.

  The sounds of Will feasting on her breasts played over Damon’s senses and he plunged his tongue fast and hard into her sex. She let out a cry, pushing her backside with demanding force to his face.

  He snared her hips with his hands and held her still, feeding on the warm musk of her pleasure as much as he was the appreciative groans of his best friend.

  “Damon…” Phoebe panted. “I want…please, Will…”

  Her juices flowed from her, wetting Damon’s lips and chin. He wriggled his tongue in her cleft, over her clit, reveling in the way her body trembled under his hands and against his face.

  Something briefly brushed his knee and he pulled away from Phoebe’s sex long enough to see Will wrap his fingers around his cock and pump away.

  Damon’s own cock jerked at the sight. Throbbed with an insistence he couldn’t ignore any longer. With one last stroke of his tongue over Phoebe’s clit, he straightened, aligning his cock with her pussy.

  He thrust into her. One long, slow, steady penetration into her tight, hot wetness.

  “Oh fuck, Damon!”

  Phoebe’s cry reverberated around the room.

  As did Damon’s groan.

  He withdrew, as slowly as he’d entered her, all the way out until the edge of his cockhead stretched her lips, and then thrust back into her again.

  Withdrew. Penetrated. Withdrew. Penetrated. His length growing thicker and longer with each stoke. Growing slicker and more coated in her cream.

  “Now, Will,” he finally ground out, his head spinning as he completely withdrew his dick from her sex.

  Will sat up, his hands gently pushing Phoebe as he went, until she was upright on her knees between them.

  “Sit on me, Pheebs.” Will’s order was hoarse. He stared up into her face, his nostrils flaring, his Adams apple jerking up and down in his throat. “Sink onto my dick.”

  She did exactly as asked, lowering herself onto Will’s rigid length.

  “Fuck yes.” Will’s eyes squeezed shut, his head thrown back, his jaw clenched. “You’re so tight, Pheebs. So tight…” His words dissolved into moans, moans that grew louder when Pheobe rolled her hips and brushed her breasts to his face.

  Damon let out his own moan. His cock pulsed. “Need to be inside you now, babe.”

  The proclamation tore from his throat, raspy and breathless. He was losing control. The sounds of Phoebe sliding up and down Will’s cock was too much. Too much.

  He loved fucking her pussy, he truly did, but her arse…her arse was his. In their unexpected weekend of discovery, Will had only ventured there once and his preference for Phoebe’s cunt concerned Damon not one little bit. He loved her arse. Loved its tightness, loved the way it gripped his cock. Loved the way she moaned and writhed and begged for more when he pumped into it.

  He pressed his lips to the back of her neck, pushing his erection against the base of her spine. “Slide up for me, Pheebs. Before I come all over your back.”

  She slid up Will’s cock, held herself at its tip. “Hurry, Damon,” she begged.

  “Fuck yeah, hurry up,” Will ground out. “Otherwise you’re just gonna to be a bystander, mate.”

  Damon chuckled, the laugh close to a groan. “I’m coming, I’m coming.”

  Will laughed back. “Not yet, dickhead.”

  “Idiot,” Damon choked out with a grin. He snatched up the tube of lube and squeezed the cool liquid onto his fingers, painting it over Phoebe’s hole without delay. She bucked, a whimper sounding from her, Will’s groan echoing her response, and then slowly, so very slowly, began to lower herself down Will’s length, arching her back, her arse thrusting backward…

  And Damon speared his cock into her hole.

  He stretched her to her limits. A burning sting radiated from Phoebe’s sensitive flesh, painful and exquisitely pleasurable all at once. Phoebe gasped, her instinctual buck plunging Will’s erection deeper still into her sex. His fingers raked at her hips, his moan an aural aphrodisiac that made her already pounding heart thump harder.

  “Ah fuck, you are so tight, Masters,” Damon ground out, slowly sinking farther into her backside. “So tight…”

  Will’s cock twitched in her pussy, an urgent spasm she recognized as approaching release. He had always been the one to last the longest, but something told Phoebe the caress of Damon’s cock on his through her thin inner wall was pushing him faster than ever toward detonation. She rode their cock
s, throwing back her head as Will claimed one breast with a firm hand and the other with his sucking mouth. As Damon found her clit with his fingers and pinched and teased and pulled.

  As they pumped into her—again, again, again. Stretching her, filling her with each thrust and stroke.

  Oh God, she wouldn’t last much longer. This was too…too…

  Intense.

  Perfect.

  Right.

  It was all so right. Perfectly, intensely right.

  “Jesus, Will,” Damon’s voice was strained, “I’m so close to blowing my load.”

  The confession—honest and unashamed—sent jolts of erotic tension into Phoebe’s core. Almost as powerful as the bliss of their duel lengths inside her.

  “Fuck, Masters…I can’t hold on.” Damon’s groans raked her senses, a heartbeat before she felt his cock spasm deep inside her rectum. His rhythm turned wild, as wild as Will’s pumping thrusts.

  Their savage loss of control was all it took. Pleasure engulfed her. Total and absolute. Detonating in her core and surging through her limbs. Consuming her. Possessing her. Her sex constricted, pulses of release pumping her cream over Will’s masterful shaft. Her anus squeezed Damon’s cock, gripped it tight as she writhed against them both.

  Unable to stop herself, she arched back, the force of her climax taking her by surprise. Will groaned, the sound vibrating through her as her cunt constricted and pulsed around his pumping length.

  “Fuck, Phoebe,” Damon panted…seconds before he came in her arse, fingers digging into her hips as lost himself to his climax. And still she rode them both, milking them of their seed until Damon’s thrusts into her arse faded and Will’s penetrations grew still.

  Until it was just her orgasm that remained, a throbbing pulse between her thighs. An orgasm that told her exactly what her answer to Damon’s earlier proposal had to be.

  “Holy shit,” Damon mumbled against her back.

  “You can say that again,” came Will’s response, his lips grazing the side of her neck.

  With a laugh, Damon withdrew from Phoebe’s backside, the action sending electric fingers of pleasurable friction into her center. She let out a low whimper, loving the sensation.