by Roni Loren
Which was why, despite the early hours, he climbed into bed behind her, curled his arms around her, and whispered, “Good morning, love. I’m about to fuck your boyfriend in the shower if you want to join us.”
She murmured softly and stirred. “Mmm, am I having that hot dream again about guys playing Drop the Soap in the communal showers?”
He huffed a quiet laugh against the curve of her neck. “Dirty girl. Sorry to wake you so early. But you said last night you wanted to watch. Or you could join in.”
She nestled into him, rubbing her ass against his erection. “Is it weird that I have a fantasy about being a fly on the wall instead of a participant?”
“Not at all. I don’t even have to tell Andre that you’re there. He’ll be blindfolded.”
She groaned. “You guys are getting really good at the wake-up call. Normally nothing could get me out of bed this early, but you’re pushing my buttons, Jace Austin.”
He gave her neck a soft bite. “Give me five minutes, gorgeous, then you can sneak in. I’ll leave a robe for you hanging on the door.”
***
Evan rolled out of bed after Jace slipped out and was happy to have no nausea greet her. The room was chilly, and the oversized T-shirt she’d slept in didn’t offer much protection, but her body was already warming from the inside out at the thought of what she was heading into. Last night it had almost killed her to call off early, knowing what she could miss, but she should’ve known the guys weren’t going to let her go to bed alone. Instead, they were offering her the chance now that she’d had a good night’s sleep behind her. Game on.
She hurried to the en suite bathroom to take care of the necessities, then slipped out of her T-shirt and pulled on the robe Jace had left for her. The cabin was heavy with quiet, the snow falling again outside, but in the distance she could hear the hiss of the steam and water. She followed it like a Pied Piper’s tune, and when she reached the shower room, opened the door just a bit to make sure Jace was ready for her.
It took a second for her to see through the steam, but when the view cleared, the two guys were only a few feet from her, standing naked under the streams of water. Jace had already fixed a blindfold over Andre’s eyes and both were sudsing up their hands. Evan slipped inside the first door and closed it behind her before opening the glass door that led to the main shower area. Jace caught sight of her and sent her a devil-on-a-mission smile.
She couldn’t remember him ever looking more tempting—water cascading over his lean body, blond hair slicked back, and male arousal in all its glory. And he was soaping up his hands to no doubt run them all over the equally gorgeous man standing next to him. Hello and good morning to her.
He nodded at the bench that was set away from the water spray, the part she assumed had been intended for use as a sauna, and indicated she should sit there for her fly-on-the-wall experience. The steam felt luxurious against her as she moved through it and inhaled the clean scent of the soap. Everything took on a dreamlike quality. The warmth, the mist, the early morning rays peeking through the skylights, and the two naked men who were only few steps away from her. Hmm, maybe she hadn’t woken up yet and was having some hot dream.
Andre rubbed the bar of soap over himself, the shiny, fat bubbles sliding down his chest and tracking lower along the ripples of his abs. He was going about it as if he were alone in the shower, getting ready for the day. Maybe those had been his instructions and they were in some sort of role-play.
Jace circled Andre and then stopped behind him. He put his hands on Andre’s waist and pressed himself along Andre’s back, rubbing his cock along Andre’s ass. “Gonna get me clean, too?”
“Get your hands off me, man,” Andre said, jerking free and turning around. “That’s not my thing.”
Jace grabbed Andre’s wrist hard and yanked him closer. Andre’s bar of soap hit the floor. “And I told you if you don’t cooperate, you won’t get to touch the girl again.”
Evan shivered. So they were role-playing and going the rough route? Oh, my. They hadn’t done that in front of her before. Jace dominated Andre on occasion while they were all in bed, and Andre liked receiving some pain regardless of what role he was in. But even so, things were usually solely focused on her. Jace using Andre as a tool to pleasure and punish Evan. That’s where his dominance over Andre ended. This felt altogether different. And the thought of the two guys clashing, all that maleness and aggression mixing in with the sex . . . guh. Anticipation wound low and tight in her gut.
“Afraid she wants me more than you?” Andre asked with a snide curl of his lip.
Jace gave a dark laugh. “Think she’ll still want you after I tell her I made you my bitch? After I tell her you begged for my cock?”
Oh, hell, yes, she would, Evan thought, shifting her position, her body growing warm and flushed in a way that had nothing to do with the steam.
“If you think I’m going to fucking beg for anything—”
As swift as a blink, Jace twisted Andre’s arm behind his back and grabbed a set of cuffs that were hanging from a peg on the wall. He clicked the cuff around one wrist then got hold of Andre’s other arm. Andre struggled, and Evan knew Andre the cop could get out of that hold in any number of ways, but he didn’t want to get away. Not really. The cuffs locked into place.
Jace released Andre’s arms, a smug smile on his face. “That’s better. Now we can get this shower taken care of.”
Jace grabbed the soap again and sudsed up his hands. His gaze slid over to Evan and he gave her a chin lift—one that seemed to say, Still with me? She mouthed the word hot to him. He grinned and shook his head as if still amused his girlfriend had a boy-on-boy fetish. She hadn’t known she did until she’d met them. But once she’d realized how mind-melting it could be to see the two of them together, all the while knowing they were just as committed and attracted to her, it was like hitting some sort of man lottery.
Jace waited until his hands were dripping with the slippery soap bubbles before putting his hands on Andre’s chest. Andre jolted and tried to back up, but only hit the wall. “Get your hands off me.”
Jace tugged on Andre’s nipples rings. “Your mouth is saying one thing, but your dick certainly disagrees.”
Jace trailed his hand down Andre’s abdomen, which was rising and falling with quick breaths, and let his fingertips trace down the trail of dark hair below Andre’s navel. He grasped Andre’s thick cock in his soapy fist and gave a few polishes over the head. Andre’s erection, which had already been halfway there, swelled in Jace’s grip. Andre’s head tipped back against the tile. “Fuck.”
“That’s the idea,” Jace said, still stroking Andre. “Though, fucked is more apropos for you in this situation.”
“You’re delusional if you think I’m going to let you do that,” Andre said, but already his hips were rocking ever so slightly into Jace’s hand.
“Oh, you don’t have to let me do anything, friend. I’m going to take it.” Jace’s hand dipped lower and cupped Andre’s balls, which were hanging heavy between tense thighs, and slicked them with soap. Andre moaned gruffly, and Evan couldn’t pull her attention away from the way Jace tugged and kneaded that tender flesh. She would’ve been afraid to handle either of them so roughly. But Andre seemed to be responding just how Jace wanted. Damn, maybe she should be taking notes.
After making Andre pant a little, Jace moved two fingers further back, stroking along that sensitive skin underneath. Andre’s teeth bit into his lip, clearly trying to hold back another moan.
“It’s okay,” Jace said in a soothing voice, that edge of evil right beneath it. “I know you want to. You can beg me to fuck you. I won’t tell her. I won’t tell her that you’re leaking and hard just from me rubbing my dick against yours.”
And Jace was, oh, he was—angling his hips forward and stroking his cock against Andre’s. He ground against him hard, the slippery sound of their bodies moving against each other almost driving Evan to madness. God. Now
her clit was officially throbbing, all her blood relocating south. Jace lowered his face toward Andre’s, barely brushing his lips along his mouth.
“Going to come all over yourself?” Jace goaded. “I can feel how fucking bad you want me.”
Evan ran a hand over her throat, her arousal rushing through her with a heady force. Lord, maybe it had been a mistake to agree to only watch. She felt like she was burning with fever. But before she could get herself back together, an unexpected noise had her attention jolting upward again.
Andre had spat. Actually spat in Jace’s face in response to the snide comment. Holy shit.
But Jace only chuckled and turned his face into one of the shower streams to rinse it off. Everything about his expression said one thing—the man loved the game. When role-playing, both men fully committed. It was something that had always made it so hot for Evan. A safe word would stop everything, bring her sweet guys back to the front, but damn it could be fun to lose yourself in the game, to not feel any shame or awkwardness about exploring dark and normally forbidden things. And the guys were going for it this morning.
“You’re going to regret that. I was gonna be nice and just fuck you. But now you’ve pissed me off.” Jace stepped around Andre and grabbed the back of his neck, hard. “Move your goddamned feet.”
Andre’s jaw was set but he moved forward, erection not flagging, and Jace led him to a wide teak bench he’d pulled to the middle of the room. A thick rubber mat was spread beneath it and the bench had a half-circle cut out at one end. Evan had a good idea what that was there for.
“On your knees,” Jace said, trying to guide him down, but Andre resisted.
“Fuck you.”
Jace moved behind Andre and bumped his knees into the back of Andre’s, catching Andre off guard and making his knees give way. He sank to the floor, the mat cushioning the fall. Then Jace put his knee into Andre’s back. “On your belly. I’m losing my patience with you.”
Andre sprawled across the bench, his chest pressing into the smooth wood, his cheek resting against it, his face toward Evan, and his hands still cuffed behind his back. Jace didn’t waste any time and locked the strap attached to the bench around Andre’s waist to secure him in place before going to the other restraints. Within a minute, Andre was locked down, knees spread wide, thighs cuffed to the legs of the bench, and his erection and testicles hanging free in that half-circle cutout of space the bench provided. Evan had the urge to scoot herself right under that bench and use her tongue in all kinds of creative ways, to nuzzle the soap-slicked skin, feel it slide beneath her lips, but she forced herself to stay in her spot. She didn’t want to break the spell.
The guys were out of the direct stream of water, but droplets splashed off the walls and the mist clung everywhere. Evan wasn’t sure she’d ever seen a man look so beautiful in submission as Andre did. Water running in rivulets over tanned skin, cock standing proud, and one gorgeous backside exposed to a man with a very dangerous look in his eye.
Jace went to a cabinet and got what he needed, then strode back to stand behind Andre as naked and proud as you please. “You gonna apologize for spitting in my face, boy?”
“Hold your breath, asshole, and see.”
Jace pulled something from behind his back—a flogger of some sort. Evan leaned forward, trying to see what kind. It didn’t look like any he’d used on her before. Plus, wet leather didn’t seem like a good idea. But when he flicked it a little, she heard the squeaking noise the tails made when they rubbed against each other. Rubber. Jesus.
She hadn’t been in this lifestyle all that long, but she’d been to The Ranch enough times to know there were levels of intensity when it came to flogging materials. And rubber was one of those with the red Experienced Players Only warning label. And wet rubber. Despite her own penchant for masochism, even she got a little worried for Andre.
Jace lifted the flogger and brought the tails down along Andre’s backside. The swing looked light but Andre reared up against the restraints and hissed out a breath.
“That didn’t sound like an I’m sorry.”
Andre ground his teeth. He had a safe word if he needed it, but he didn’t say sorry and he didn’t safe out.
Jace hit him again with a little more oomph, and Evan winced at the sound of the rubber hitting wet flesh. But Andre’s cock gave a jerk and his body shivered hard, a clear approval. Jace swung again across the backs of Andre’s thighs—once, twice, three times—the sharp snapping sound echoing off the tiles. Red welts appeared almost instantly, and Andre let loose a gut-deep moan, like it was so damn good he couldn’t bear it.
Whoa. Evan knew the man had a masochistic streak, but she hadn’t seen him take anything like this. Obviously Jace knew he liked it and could handle it. Because though Jace was watching Andre for any signs of distress, he looked relaxed and confident standing there behind him, wielding that flogger. Jace would never hit her with something like that, so maybe he and Andre did heavier stuff in their alone time. The thought didn’t make her jealous, but it made her damn curious.
Andre still refused to apologize, and Jace continued with the beating. Stripe after stripe appeared on Andre’s ass and thighs. Andre had to be dripping with sweat and burning all over by now. Hell, she was sweating. But he didn’t say a word and his arousal only seemed to increase, that pretty cock thick and glossy tipped. He was flying high. She could almost feel his descent into subspace, and she got an ache of her own, knowing how lovely a place it was to be.
Then Jace landed a blow along the soles of Andre’s feet and the man finally broke. Andre groaned long and loud, his voice hoarse when he managed to speak. “I’m sorry. Fuck, I’m sorry. Please. Just please.”
“Please what?” Jace asked, his tone dry but fiery intent in his eyes.
“I’ll give you whatever you want. Take whatever you want. Just please . . .”
Jace set aside the flogger and grabbed one of the bottles he’d taken out when he’d gotten his equipment. This one looked to be shower gel or shampoo. “You want my cock, big man?”
“Yes, fuck.” Andre’s hands fisted in his cuffs as he obviously tried to keep himself still. “Please. You can tell her I begged. I don’t care.”
Jace stepped forward and smoothed his soapy hands along Andre’s sure-to-be-burning backside. The scent of something minty drifted through the steam, and Evan guessed the gel had some sort of cooling effect. Jace had rubbed something similar on her before. Andre moaned and tapped his forehead to the bench—clearly hovering in some place between agony and ecstasy.
“I like seeing my marks on you. It does it for me, knowing Mr. Tough Guy can’t help but get hard for me.” Jace grabbed a bottle of lube and tipped it over until viscous liquid slid down Andre’s crack. Then he pressed the heel of his hand over the space between Andre’s spread cheeks and massaged the oil in, his fingers playing with Andre’s balls along the way.
Andre’s back rose with choppy breaths again, and she could tell by the flexing of his muscles that he was dying in the sensation of it all. She didn’t have all the same parts, but she knew how lethal Jace’s hands could be, knew what that pressure and rubbing could feel like when you were hanging by a thread.
Jace let his thumb slide into Andre’s asshole, slow and easy, pumping it in and out ever so slightly, then he leaned down and licked over the spot.
Oh, fuck. Evan made her own needy noise under her breath and had to clamp her hand over her mouth to stop more from slipping out. The act didn’t necessarily surprise her. She’d been on the receiving end of it before with these two, but seeing them doing it to each other—the forbiddenness of it alone flipped all her circuits. Jace’s attention turned toward her as he teased Andre with his tongue, and his gaze branded her. Gone was the playfulness, the hey-we’re-in-this-together vibe. He was looking at her like she was next on his list to take down.
She adjusted on the bench and her inner thighs slid against each other, her arousal making everything slippery and
sensitive. She licked her lips and took a deep breath, trying to temper how desperately turned on she was.
Jace lifted his head and made a motion like opening a shirt, then mouthed, Take it off.
She glanced down at her robe and got the message loud and clear. She was no longer watching the game; she was part of it. She stood and slipped the robe off. Despite the room’s warmth, her nipples hardened immediately and every part of her became more aware.
Jace’s focus tracked down her body with slow deliberation, lingering on the spot between her thighs right as he slipped two fingers into Andre. He stroked Andre with easy, languid movements, and Evan felt as if he were stroking her as well. Her heartbeat drowned out the sound of the showers.
“Looks like you’re turning more than me on, my friend.” Jace smiled a sinner’s smile and reached over with his free hand to tug off Andre’s blindfold. “We have a spy.”
Andre blinked, his expression going confused at first then tense when he saw Evan in his line of sight. “Jace.”
Evan heard the accusation in his voice, and it threw her for a moment. Did Andre not want her here?
“Yes?” Jace asked, almost nonchalantly as he worked Andre with his fingers.
Andre’s jaw was tight and he closed his eyes. “You know I don’t—”
“I can go,” Evan blurted, feeling out of place for the first time in a long while.
“No,” Andre said, the sound sharp, sudden. “Don’t. It’s just—”
“Andre knows that you understand he’s a switch,” Jace said, meeting her eyes. “But he’s afraid if he lets you see him fully under my hand, you’ll view him differently as a dom.”
The comment stung. “What? That’s ridiculous.”
“Bella,” Andre said, a little pained . . . or probably pained and turned on because Jace was now lubing up Andre’s cock in his fist. Andre kept his eyes tightly shut. But he wasn’t calling his safe word or putting a halt to things.
