by Jan Springer
She moved back to the other gladiator. The one who’d danced so perfectly. Except for that one misstep on her foot, which had reminded her once again of Ewan. Other than that, the gladiator had danced with perfection, both on the floor and while she’d whipped him.
She cupped his rock-hard asscheeks, enjoying the shivery way he trembled at her touch, and then settled her hands on his hips. She moved against him, brushing her nipples against his muscular back. She squished her breasts into his flesh, giving him another taste of her.
Jaxie pressed her pussy against his rear, and ground her ultra-sensitive clit into an asscheek. Sensual stirrings of another oncoming climax sizzled out of nowhere, rocking through her with lightning speed.
He moaned as she gyrated hard against him. He tried to move, but he’d been tied down so perfectly.
He was so at her mercy. And she was so going to come again, big time.
“Not just yet, darling,” a familiar voice echoed from immediately behind her.
To her surprise, a pair of hot hands curled over her shoulders. He whirled her around to face him. The gladiator had removed his hood and mask.
Royce.
Shit!
Within a second, another pair of hands intimately settled on her, this time on her hips.
“How long have you known that it’s us, Jaxie?” Ewan asked as he licked her earlobe.
Shoot! How in the heck had they escaped their restraints so quickly? And how had they known she’d been onto them?
“A few minutes. I recognized Ewan’s groan when I was whipping him,” she admitted. That’s when she’d known for sure. That’s when she’d lost her self-control and mounted Ewan.
The party was over.
Reluctantly, she removed her mask and made a move to re-sash her robe, but Royce grabbed her wrists, stopping her cold.
“No way. You belong to us tonight, Jaxie.” Royce’s voice dripped with dark promise. His heavy-lidded eyes sparkled with lust and his expression was tight with determination.
“All night, just like it says in the contract we signed when we all joined tonight’s event,” Ewan whispered.
“You’re all ours, and we’ll take you any way we want to,” Royce growled.
She trembled as Royce’s head dipped and his mouth caught hers in a succulent kiss that sent sparks through her. His cockhead slid against her vagina. Big and thick. Heat ignited within her vagina.
She liked the way Royce kissed. It was intoxicating.
“I like watching him kiss you,” Ewan soothed into her ear. He massaged her hips with his hands.
Oh! She should protest him touching her. She really should. But she didn’t want to. She’d always loved Ewan’s hands on her and she really liked being naughty in front of him. It turned her on.
Royce slipped his tongue into her mouth. Sensations rocked her. His hands palmed her breasts and his lips moved over hers like silky fire. She slid her hands onto Royce’s waist, steadying herself.
“That’s it. Give into it,” Ewan soothed.
Damn you.
Ewan’s left hand slipped off her hip and his fingers stroked along the crack of her ass.
“You wore a butt plug until recently, as per club rules for a ménage?” he purred into her ear.
She tried to nod but Royce’s kiss deepened and to her frustration, his cockhead moved away from her pussy.
“I’ll take that as a yes,” Ewan whispered.
She moaned as his finger slipped farther beneath her thighs and pressed into her pussy.
“You’re juicy wet. Just the way we want you,” Ewan growled.
His finger withdrew and swept over her clitoris in a maddening massage that sent pleasure singing through her. Instinctively she gyrated her hips, wanting more.
“Eager for us, aren’t you?” Ewan teased.
She moaned in protest as his finger slid away and his hand slipped off her hip. He tugged her robe off her shoulders and she dropped her hands from Royce to allow the garment to leave her body. It puddled onto the floor beneath her feet and she managed to kick it away before grabbing onto Royce’s muscular shoulders for support.
The man was still kissing her! And it didn’t seem as if he was going to stop!
She trembled as from behind her, the rip of foil split through the air.
Condom.
The slurp of lube followed.
Damn, she really should stop this from happening. She wasn’t sure how she should be reacting. Certainly not getting so turned on, as she was doing by this maddening kiss.
Abruptly, he broke the kiss and she gasped for air.
“She’s beautiful, Ewan. Why in hell did you give her up?” Royce growled as his gaze dropped to Jaxie’s breasts, which he still palmed.
“If I’d given her up, I wouldn’t be here,” Ewan replied in a thick voice.
Jaxie blinked at his remark. What in hell was he implying? One minute he was telling her they could never be together and the next he was saying he hadn’t given her up?
Anger zipped through her. How dare he send her mixed signals?
Her momentary burst of anger disintegrated as Royce suddenly let go of her breasts and dropped to his knees before her. His sudden departure left her off balance. But then he grabbed her hips and moved his face quickly toward the juncture of her thighs. His fingers slid up between her inner thighs, prompting her to spread her legs farther apart. She quickly moved them apart and gasped as his hot breath caressed her pussy.
As if sensing her previous anger or maybe he thought that she might run away, Ewan’s fingers curled over her bare shoulders and held tight. He nibbled on her earlobe as Royce’s tongue lapped at her labia, sending jolts of shivers through her.
Suddenly she was unsure, confused at this incredible arousal sweeping over her. When she’d planned for her ménage, she hadn’t envisioned Ewan and Royce would actually be in it. She’d never imagined Ewan as a sharing kind of guy. This was a very pleasant surprise.
She twisted her hips as Royce’s tongue sipped on her folds.
Ewan’s hold on her tightened.
“Shhh, just enjoy it, sweetheart. We’ll take you soon.”
Oh God.
He tilted her head toward him and he moved his head closer and his mouth slid over hers, caressing her lips so tenderly that her world tilted into a vortex of pleasure. Lusty flames swept over her. She was drowning in tension. Sinking into a searing need for release, she couldn’t stop her whimpers.
Royce worked her clit, bringing her quickly to the edge of a climax and then backing off. Ewan fucked her mouth with his sensual lips until she couldn’t think straight.
“I’m getting way too close. I need her,” Royce mumbled from between her thighs.
“Hell, I’m way ahead of you,” Ewan growled as he broke the kiss and let go of her. Jaxie wavered and slapped her hands onto Royce’s broad shoulders for support.
She gasped as a moment later, she heard another slurp of lube, and then Ewan’s wet finger dipped past her sphincter and slid inside. Her ass clenched around the intrusion. His finger stretched her, explored her, and withdrew.
She shuddered as another slurp followed. Two fingers thrust into her ass. The intrusion burned through her senses, leaving her gasping. He spread the lube inside of her, and then withdrew.
“The other night, when we made love,” Ewan whispered into her ear. “I saw that hot dress that you were wearing tonight hanging on the back of your office door. I knew it was you the instant I saw you dancing on the dance floor.”
Bastard.
She’d been so stunned at what had so quickly happened between them the other night in her office, she hadn’t even thought he would have seen the dress. Let alone think he would come to the club tonight.
“Where did you learn to dance like that?” she asked and then she inhaled as Royce nibbled on her tormented clit.
“Royce,” Ewan whispered.
Royce had taught him how to dance better?
The man in question picked that
moment to do an erotic chew on her labia. She moaned at the tingling pleasure.
“She’s soaking wet and she’s killing me. I need to take her now,” Royce growled.
Her hands slid off him as he suddenly stood in front of her. Instinctively she slapped her palms over her shoulders, digging her fingers into his hard muscles. She held tight as his hands palmed her breasts and his broad cockhead sank into her. At the same time, Ewan’s grip tightened and he slid his condom-sheathed shaft slowly into her ass.
She gasped as burning pressure at the double penetration made her go wild. Her wet vagina eagerly clamped around Royce’s pussy-sleeved cock. He was big, swollen and the added girth and bumps from the crystals on the sleeve created an erotic friction that had her biting her lip and moaning at the incredible double impalement.
Ewan’s heavily lubed shaft stretched into her ass, huge and daunting. The cool lube soothed and her anal muscles parted. She opened for him, and then her muscles tightened around the intrusion.
She’d never been double-penetrated like this before. Sure, Ewan had used a vibrator while he’d impaled her, but this was different.
It was intense. Crazy. Mindlessly wicked.
Their male scents wafted around her, holding her hostage and attacking her senses, claiming her.
She shuddered as they both withdrew. Ewan thrust his cock into her ass again, impaling her to the hilt.
She twisted against his hands. Cried out at the crush of pleasure-pain.
Ewan withdrew.
Royce’s mouth melted over hers and his iron-length shaft jerked into her pussy. She writhed against the long, thick impalement.
“That’s good, babe. You’re doing good,” Ewan hissed.
She whimpered in response. She couldn’t talk even if she wanted to. She didn’t want to. This pressure was incredible.
As Royce’s shaft stayed within her, Ewan’s shaft stretched into her ass again. Nerve endings sparked and sensations snapped.
Royce withdrew, and then Ewan did too.
They both slammed into her at the same time, their hard bodies compressing into her. Quickly they began a wicked rhythm of withdrawing and then impaling her. Almost instantaneously, her body tightened and she could no longer hold back her self-control.
She convulsed between them. Bucked and whimpered as the explosions rocked into her.
Royce’s kisses electrified her mouth. Their combined fierce thrusts shot her into a vortex of pleasure that claimed her senses and stole her breath.
Sensations spiralled, ravaged and embraced her. Their pistoning bodies crashed against her, their cocks sinking faster, harder, deeper, until they pushed her inside of a bottomless pleasure vortex making her wonder if she would ever find her way out.
They drove her higher, their hard flesh loving her, their hands moving tenderly over her flesh, their mouths licking and nipping until she was lost and at completely at their mercy.
They fucked her forever.
Made love to her until she was so weak that she didn’t even remember how she ended up in the bed with a man on each side of her.
“I love the way you come apart in our arms, baby,” Ewan mumbled against her mouth.
“Hmm, it was good,” she said softly, totally surprised she could actually form words and speak.
She smiled. This was why she’d survived the avalanche. It had to be. So she could be reunited with Ewan and to begin to live out her fantasies and her dreams.
Sleep tugged at her, teased her toward sweet oblivion. She’d never been so sexually satisfied. Never felt so emotionally giddy yet centered. It was weird. It was nice.
“Just good?” Teasing etched Ewan’s gruff voice and he kissed her shoulder.
Her flesh tingled where his whiskers touched.
“Better than perfect. It was heaven. I want more.” She hadn’t realized she’d that last sentence out loud until Royce cupped her left breast and squeezed her nipple.
“That’s good to hear, because we want more too, tiger princess. But you’ve tired us gladiators out. We need just a little rest and then we can love you again,” he said.
Ewan chuckled. He cupped her other breast and squeezed in a gentle motion, like Royce was doing.
Her pussy quivered with reaction and she creamed warmly.
Goodness, how was it possible that they could keep turning her on even after she’d climaxed so many times tonight?
“We have a proposition for you,” Ewan said.
Despite her sleepiness, Jaxie recognized the seriousness in his voice. She opened her eyes and he grinned at her. It was an erotic smile that sent wicked shivers through her.
He’d never looked at her so intensely before.
“W-what kind of proposition?”
“What would you say if you and I got back together? This time with an added bonus to entice you away from work and the club and to come home every night.”
Jaxie’s thoughts whirled at Ewan’s idea. He wanted them to get back together? How had this come about?
Or was he just saying this because he thought she might be pregnant?
She blinked and tried like heck to figure out if she was dreaming. Over the past week, she’d tried like crazy to come to grips with going on without Ewan in her life. She understood that she was partially to blame…okay — more than partially — for their breakups. Her career had come first. This club had been more important to her than her relationship with Ewan. She’d taken him for granted. Had expected him to stay with her, no matter what. She’d been wrong.
He was giving her another chance. So why was she hesitating?
“Why did you act the way you did when I came over to thank you the other week, Ewan? It didn’t seem as if you were happy to have me there. Then at the office…after we made love, you said we could never be together. Yet now you want me back in your bed? Is it because I might be pregnant?”
He stiffened. His hand stilled on her breast. Royce’s hand stilled on her other breast.
Sure, this was not the proper time to talk about his behavior or her possible pregnancy, but what the hey, nothing tonight was proper or traditional.
Maybe that’s why you’ve enjoyed it so much.
“I was afraid,” he whispered.
Afraid? Ewan? Confusion enveloped her.
“When I thought you might die, I realized how much I love you. I realized that if you died, something inside me would die too. I knew I couldn’t go on living without you.”
He hesitated and inhaled a shaky breath. His eyes glistened.
Oh my goodness, he was seriously getting emotional. Bubbles of sadness whipped through her.
“When you did make it, I realized I love you too much. I don’t ever want to experience that hopelessness I felt when I thought I would lose you. But then the other night, when I saw you again, so vulnerable and upset with me, the hell I was putting you through. It broke me. I wanted you. I took you. Then I panicked and took it out on you. But now I know better. I want you in my life. Forever. Baby or no baby.”
She lifted her hand and placed a finger on his warm lips, silencing him.
“I understand,” she whispered.
He shook his head and continued to speak around her finger.
“I also realize I can’t live through the idea of what ifs. What if something happens to Jaxie again? What if we can’t make a go of it this time around? What if she says no the next time I ask her to marry me—”
“I won’t say no,” she blurted.
Ewan’s stunned blinking and Royce’s sharp inhalation made Jaxie smile.
Suddenly everything had fallen into place. She loved Ewan. She would do anything to make him happy and to keep him happy.
He shook his head. “I won’t ask you to marry me.”
Disappointment rocked her.
“Not tonight. But someday, I will.”
He reached up and traced her left cheekbone. His touch was gentle and his gaze was serious as he looked at her.
“Baby or no
baby,” he whispered.
Relief splashed through her. Not because he wouldn’t propose, but that he would again sometime.
“Or I might decide to break tradition, like I did tonight, and propose to you,” she giggled.
She snuggled against him, leaned her head on his shoulder, and placed her hand over his heart.
“Hmm, I am well aware I’ve fallen in love with a non-traditional girl.” Ewan twirled his finger around a strand of her hair and pulled her head closer to him.
His mouth melted over hers in a sweet kiss that had her senses buzzing
“You haven’t told her what you have in mind about making sure she comes home every night,” Royce prodded. He winked at Jaxie.
Excitement flashed in his eyes and his eagerness breathed through her.
“My proposal is to the both of you. That we all move in together. I like the way Royce looks at you. I’ve never seen him look at other women the way he does to you. He cares for you. Maybe more than cares.”
Jaxie’s cheeks warmed. She’d been noticing those looks as well.
“I understand that Royce being in the picture while we are having so many problems won’t fix anything. But I need for you to have something to look forward to when you come home, Jaxie. You will come home every night with Royce and I waiting for you. I’ll guarantee it.”
“And so will I. Guarantee it, that is,” Royce chuckled.
Suddenly Jaxie wasn’t sleepy anymore. Maybe Ewan was right? Maybe she wasn’t a traditional woman. She wasn’t a one-man woman. The idea of coming home to two men held an allure she’d never experienced before. She knew without a doubt that Ewan would be the man she would one day marry. That narrow escape on the mountain had opened her eyes and her heart.
With Royce in the picture, things could get interesting in the bedroom.
“Royce hasn’t said yes,” she reminded Ewan.
They both turned toward Royce. He was smiling, his teeth flashing white in the dim light of the room.
“I will move in. On one condition,” he whispered. There was a playful glint in his eyes.
“Only one?” she teased. She reached down and wrapped her hand around his semi-erect cock. His length jerked hot and wild against her palm.
Royce swore softly and let go of her breast. He reached down and slipped his hand between her thighs. A finger began an erotic massage against her clit.
