Secret Scandal (Trinity Masters Book 7)

by Lila Dubois

  Irina shivered, still wearing nothing more than her exercise clothes. Eli examined her head to toe, taking in the glossy ponytail, the taut lines of her waist, the sweet curve of her ass. He was gripped by a mad urge to grab her, push her face down on the bed, rip down those shorts and fuck her—quick, hard, and dirty, all while Jasper looked on.

  His hands twitched with the need to take hold of her, but he held himself in check.

  At least for now.

  Not trusting himself to stand, Eli sat on the edge of the bed. “Take off your clothes, Irina.”

  Her gaze darted between him and Jasper. She hesitated, but he didn’t say anything. Just waited.

  Her arms rose, slowly, slowly. She reached up and pulled the band from her hair, freeing it. She ruffled her fingers through, until it brushed her shoulders in tousled waves. Next she tossed away the headphones and music player.

  She turned her back to them, crossed her arms, and pulled the sports bra up and off. It left faint impressions in her creamy skin. Hooking her thumbs in her shorts, she pulled them down and off. As she bent, he caught a glimpse of her sex. Eli’s cock, which had been semihard since they were downstairs, swelled to fully erect.

  Naked, she faced them. Her hands were loose at her sides, her shoulders back, chin raised. She looked confident and powerful.

  Yet…

  Yet Eli could see her fingers trembling, and she was breathing fast and shallow. She was either scared, aroused, or both.

  Rather than speak—he didn’t trust himself to speak—Eli crooked his finger at her.

  Irina rounded the bottom corner of the bed, tossing her hair in a feigned show of nonchalance. Eli held perfectly still, waiting until she was a foot away.

  He grabbed her by the hips, jerking her forward so she lost her balance, falling against him. Rather than fighting it, Eli accepted the momentum and rolled back onto the bed, Irina lying atop him. She braced her hands on the mattress, lifting herself off of him. Eli took advantage of the movement to sweep his hands from her waist to her breasts. He rubbed her nipples with the flats of his palms and Irina shuddered, her head falling forward, her hair spilling over his face.

  “Are you aroused, wife?”

  “Yes.”

  “Good. Then lie on the bed and spread your legs.”

  Irina’s eyes popped open. That clearly wasn’t what she’d been expecting. Eli grabbed her ass, pinching gently. She yipped and scrambled off him, crawling toward the center of the behemoth bed.

  Eli bounced to his feet and started pulling off his clothes. Out of the corner of his eye, he saw Jasper watching them. The easy willingness that Jasper had shown when Eli had told him what he’d planned seemed to be ebbing. Jasper looked significantly less calm than he had five minutes ago.

  Irina was on her hands and knees in the middle of the bed as Eli finished undressing. She sat, but hesitated in the act of lying back. That gave Eli an idea.

  “Crawl over to Jasper, put your nipple in his mouth.”

  Irina moaned softly, her eyes dark pools of arousal. Jasper, who’d been sitting with his legs crisscrossed, stretched them out. Irina crawled between his legs, her hips rolling with the movement. Chain clanked as Jasper tried to touch her, only to be brought up short by the restraints.

  Irina grabbed the headboard, leaning forward until her nipple was a breath away from Jasper’s lips. He opened his mouth, leaned forward, but Irina twisted her shoulders, moving her breast. Eli watched as she teased Jasper, watched him try and fail to capture one of the sweet pink buds.

  Eli idly stroked his cock. He could see the bulge in Jasper’s pants where his husband’s cock was reacting to their play.

  “Enough,” Eli said when he couldn’t stand waiting any longer. “I told you to put your nipple in his mouth, not to tease him.”

  Irina held still, waited for Jasper, but Jasper leaned his head back, lips curved in a smile. Irina darted a look between Jasper and Eli, eyes slightly widened.

  “Irina,” Eli growled with exaggerated menace.

  Irina grabbed her breast and pressed her nipple against Jasper’s mouth. She rubbed the budded peak across his lips.

  “Jasper!” she admonished.

  He twisted his face to the side before saying, “Beg.”

  Irina leaned away, her eyes hot. “I’m not going to beg.”

  Eli knew a cue when he heard one. He climbed onto the bed and knee-walked to where Irina was. “Oh, you’re going to beg.”

  Eli knelt in the space between Jasper’s calves, his back against Irina’s chest. He forced her upper body forward, and at the same time he curled his fingers in Jasper’s hair, holding his head still. “Play with her nipple,” he told Jasper. “If you can make her moan and beg, I might free you earlier, instead of leaving you there all night with nothing to do but watch as I fuck her.”

  Jasper’s tongue darted out, flicking her nipple. Irina arched back against Eli. He crowded into her back, his cock riding the crease of her ass. He watched Jasper tease and torment her, his tongue licking and flicking, lips engulfing and teasing, until finally Jasper captured her left nipple between his teeth and tugged, distending her nipple slightly.

  Irina moaned, her nails digging into Jasper’s and Eli’s arms.

  “I’m going to fuck you now,” Eli rasped in her ear. She shivered and he felt it every place their naked skin touched. “But I’m feeling generous, so I’ll let you pick. How do you want to be fucked? On your back or on your knees?”

  “Back. I want to see you.”

  Eli ignored the way his heart clenched. He was not going to be distracted from his mission by mushy feelings.

  “Lie down. Spread your legs.”

  He got out of her way, gave her space. She lay with her head toward the foot of the bed. When she spread her legs, Jasper and Eli were treated to the sight of her pink core, wet with need.

  “More,” he barked. “Spread your legs more. I want Jasper to see what he can’t have. I want him to see your pussy and know that I’m going to fuck you while he has to watch.”

  “Damn it, Eli, enough. Let me go.” Jasper leaned forward, pulling at the restraints.

  “No,” Eli said simply. “Irina, spread your pussy lips. Beautiful. Now play with your clit.”

  Irina obeyed, moaning, hips rising slightly as she spread her pussy lips with two fingers, and stroked her clit with the index finger of her other hand.

  Eli grabbed her legs, turning her so that her side was facing Jasper. He wanted Jasper to see exactly how hard, how deep, he was going to thrust into Irina.

  Eli lay between her spread legs, his cock resting between her pussy lips. He braced his upper body on his elbows and looked down at her. Her hair seemed inky dark around her head, and her pupils were wide with arousal.

  “Kiss me,” she demanded. This time he obeyed.

  The kiss was rough and wet—tongues dueled, breath washed hot over greedy lips.

  “Let me go. I need to touch you. Both of you.” Jasper’s words broke their kiss. Eli and Irina both turned to look at him—their third, their husband. Irina’s face softened. She reached out a hand toward Jasper, brushing his bare foot.

  Eli lifted his hips, positioned his cock, and thrust into Irina’s pussy.

  Irina screamed in pleasure.

  Eli closed his eyes, reveling in the feeling of her heat around him. She was tight and hot. Her heels dug into his ass with surprising strength, yet he was also achingly aware of how slight and fragile she felt beneath him.

  He withdrew completely, lifting his hips so that Jasper got a side view of his cock, wet from Irina’s pussy. Irina was having none of it, and yanked him down with her legs.

  “More,” she demanded.

  “Beg,” Eli growled.

  Irina bared her teeth. “Fuck me.”

  “Like this?” He pressed just the tip of his cock into her and moved in tiny rocking motions.

  “No. No.” Irina dug her nails into his shoulders. “Jasper,” she pleaded, turning
her head to the side.

  “Undo these and I’ll fuck you,” Jasper rasped. “I’m going mad watching this.”

  Irina wiggled, as if she were going to roll across the bed and unbind Jasper. Eli stopped that with the simple act of pinning one arm to the mattress beside her head.

  “You’re not going anywhere. Did you forget who was in control?” Eli lowered his upper body until his face was an inch from hers.

  Irina’s pupils dilated. “No. I didn’t forget.”

  “Good.” Eli slammed his cock into her once more.

  Irina’s free hand scored Eli’s shoulder and her mouth opened and closed, almost as if she couldn’t draw a deep breath.

  “My God, look at what you’re doing to her,” Jasper purred. His eyes were heavy-lidded.

  Eli twisted to look at Jasper, maintaining eye contact as he fucked Irina with brutal efficiency. He kept his body weight on his upper arms, his knees braced in the mattress as he pumped into her.

  Irina gasped, then reared up, smashing her lips against the corner of Eli’s mouth. He turned to meet the kiss. She bit his lip hard enough to make his eyes widen, and he realized she was either orgasming or incredibly close to it. Eli freed his mouth from hers and arched his back so he could still fuck her, but opened up some space between their lower bodies.

  “Play with your clit,” he rasped.

  “I…I can’t, I’m too close.”

  Eli frowned, not really sure what that meant.

  “He ordered you to play with your clit, Irina,” Jasper purred. “Do it.”

  Irina’s nails scored Eli’s stomach as she slid her hand between them. Her fingers fluttered around Eli’s cock, adding pressure as he continued to thrust. Then her fingers moved, and he watched her lick her lips, her closed eyelids fluttering slightly.

  Eli knew the moment she came; he felt it in the way her legs and abdomen tensed, yet her neck relaxed and her mouth softened. Heard it in the low moan that vibrated through their bodies.

  He continued to thrust, hard, deep and steady, until her legs went limp, sliding from his back.

  “Eli.” Her eyes were unfocused in the post-orgasm high. She then turned her head. “Jasper.”

  Eli pulled out. “On your hands and knees.”

  Irina stretched, then wiggled out from under him. She rolled onto her hands and knees and scooted back toward Eli, her pussy tempting and pink.

  “No,” he said, spanking her gently.

  She yelped, twisting to look over her shoulder at him.

  “You’re going to suck Jasper’s cock while I fuck you,” Eli told her.

  Irina shivered and Jasper hissed out a breath.

  “Now.” He let his hand hover near her ass, teasing her with the idea of another smack.

  Irina crawled to Jasper, who was clenching his teeth as if he were in physical pain. She reached for the button of his pants, but because of the way he was sitting, she couldn’t get them undone.

  “You have to undo the cuffs,” Jasper said.

  Eli snorted. “I’ll undo them when I’m ready to use you, too.”

  He helped Jasper scoot down so he was lying on his back, his head nearly touching the headboard. He had to be close to the head of the bed due to the restraints. Once he was lying down, the ridged line of his erection was readily apparent. Eli reached out and stroked his husband’s cock through his pants.

  Jasper groaned, “Oh, fuck yes.”

  “Irina, take off his clothes.”

  She pushed the fabric off his chest. The shirt would never be the same since, in her haste, she actually ripped off two of the buttons. Eli had to back up, climbing off the bed, because the sight of her, so overcome with lust that she was ripping Jasper out of his clothes, was testing Eli’s ever-thinning control.

  “What happened to you?” Irina asked.

  It took Eli a moment to realize she was asking about the scar that was visible on Jasper’s chest. “Someone tried to blow up a car I was sitting in. Some of the gas splashed on me.”

  “When? Why?” Eli asked, as Irina gasped.

  “A long time ago, because I made the mistake of trying to go back to my old life. My uncle and some of my cousins were less than thrilled to see me.”

  “I’m so sorry.” Irina touched the smooth, pale flesh of the scar first with the pads of her fingers, then with her lips. She kept stroking and kissing until Jasper’s breathing grew ragged.

  Irina worked Jasper’s pants down and off, leaving him naked except for his arms, still covered by the sleeves of his shirt. Eli opened his mouth to issue more orders, but there was no need. Irina positioned herself between Jasper’s legs, dropped down so she was propped on one elbow, and then wrapped her other hand around the base of his cock.

  He grunted, chain clanking as his arms flexed. “I’m not going to last long,” he said through gritted teeth.

  “Yes, you will.” Eli jumped back onto the bed. The slight of Irina’s ass raised so temptingly in the air was too much for him to pass up.

  He spread Irina’s ass open with his hands, let the head of his cock brush over her anus.

  She froze. “Eli, please, I’d need—”

  “Trust me.” He slid his cock down to her pussy, sliding just the head into her. “Are you sucking Jasper’s cock?”

  “No, she’s not.” Jasper sounded aggrieved.

  “Tattletale,” she whispered.

  Eli leaned to the side and gave Irina’s nipple a punitive pinch. “His cock should be filling your mouth.”

  Irina’s head lowered, and Eli realized he wouldn’t be able to see due to his position directly behind her. But he could watch Jasper’s face. He could see the relief that washed over his features as Irina’s head started to bob. Could see Jasper’s skin flush and heat from the pleasure.

  Eli surged into Irina’s pussy. Her muffled moan made Jasper moan in turn. Eli smiled with savage delight that he could pleasure both of them this way.

  Gripping Irina’s hips, he used the improved leverage of this position to hammer into her. He was rough and fast, his hips slapping against her ass, the sound drowning out Jasper’s moans and curses of pleasure.

  Eli was close, he could feel it, but he wasn’t ready for this to end. Not yet.

  “After I come,” he growled, “Irina, you’re going to ride Jasper’s cock until you both come. If Jasper comes before you do, then you’ll sit on his face and he’ll lick your pussy while I play with his cock.”

  “Oh fuck yes. Yes.” Jasper raised his head and looked at Eli. Their gazes met. It was intimate and intense. Eli maintained the eye contact as he came, pumping into Irina’s sweet pussy with mad, brutal thrusts.

  Eli finally slowed and stopped. Post-orgasm lethargy wanted to drag him down, and a little voice whispered that he should just relax and watch them. But he wasn’t ready for that.

  He pulled out of Irina, then reached beneath her, cupping her breasts and lifting her up, off Jasper’s cock.

  “Damn it, no,” Jasper snarled.

  “Irina, I want you to fuck Jasper.”

  “Wait, in that case, yes,” Jasper said.

  Irina’s lips were glossy and wet. She smiled at Eli, and it wasn’t a sunny girl-next-door smile. It was a knowing, sensuous smile. Irina threw her leg over Jasper’s hips, prepared to straddle him, but Eli stopped her.

  “Oh, one more thing,” he purred in her ear as he casually tugged her nipples. “Face the other way, because you’re going to suck my cock while you fuck him.”

  Irina’s nipple pebbled under his fingertips, and she made a soft sound that was almost a whimper.

  Eli waited until she was positioned—facing Jasper’s feet, her hand braced on his bent knees—before climbing to his feet. He was tall enough that he could brace one hand on the ceiling. The other he stroked through Irina’s hair before winding a few locks around and through his fist.

  His cock had softened, but at the first brush of Irina’s fingers, he sprang to full hardness. She drew him toward her mouth eve
n as she sank down. Eli watched Jasper lifting his hips to guide her, his stomach and chest muscles tensing and straining. Irina’s lips hovered near Eli’s cock, and when she was fully seated—Jasper buried inside her tight core—Eli felt the long, slow exhale against his heated skin. The look of relief on Jasper’s face made Eli grin.

  “She feels good, doesn’t she?” he asked.

  “Oh God yes. Hot, tight, wet.”

  Eli twitched his hips, brushing his cock against her lips. “I can’t wait to feel her sucking me.”

  Irina looked up, maintaining eye contact with him as she opened her mouth and guided his cock in. She kept her fingers wrapped around the base of his cock, squeezing rhythmically, as she took the head into her mouth, swirling her tongue around the tip.

  Eli cupped her head—not forcing more of him into her mouth, but grounding both of them, keeping them connected.

  Then she started to bounce up and down on Jasper. For a moment they were out of sync, then Irina figured out the angles. She adjusted her position on Jasper, then urged Eli to bend his knees, lowering his hips to the point where she could easily have both his cock and Jasper’s sliding in and out as she rose and dropped.

  Once she found her rhythm, Irina worked them both mercilessly. Last time Eli had all the control, but now Irina did. Both Eli and Jasper were trapped. Jasper by the chains, Eli by the need to keep his feet braced and one hand on the ceiling. Irina alternated her rhythm, changing up what she was doing. At one point she lifted off Jasper’s cock, leaving him cursing and desperately raising his hips, so she could focus on kissing the head of Eli’s cock. Then she sank down on Jasper, grinding on him while she worked Eli’s cock with both hands.

  “Fuck, don’t stop. Don’t stop.” Jasper braced his heels and thrust up into Irina, his eyes closed, mouth twisted in a snarl. Then he groaned, falling back on the bed.

  Irina looked over her shoulder at Jasper, then whipped back to look up at Eli. “Your turn.”

  Eli regretfully shook his head. “Too soon for me to come again. But you need to.”

  Her eyes lit. “Yes, I do. But I don’t want it to be just Jasper. I want you to lick my pussy too.”

  Eli walked carefully to the edge of the bed and hopped off. He reached out and released Jasper’s right arm, then circled the bed and released the left.