A groan issued all around her. Nash’s growl vibrated against her back, as Cassidy’s chest brushed against hers, rising and falling with his deep labored breaths. Some of the tension in her muscles eased. It was one thing to be on the verge of melting into a sticky pile of goo from what they were doing to her. It was another to know they were just as affected.
“You’re hot and tight, sweetheart.” Nash leaned his head against her shoulder. “You feel so good.”
If her brain could work, she would have told him she felt the same. But before she could gather together the brain cells to form a response, they both tugged their fingers out of her and thrust back in, sending what little rational thought she had—and it had been very little—running for the hills. Their fingers thrust in and out of her, in a similar but not identical rhythm, making it impossible for her to forget there were two men inside her.
“Does that feel good, sweetheart?” Nash nibbled at her throat, adding another delicate layer of sensation to her already overwhelming body.
She nodded, gripping Cassidy’s shirt.
“I don’t think I heard you, sweetheart. Do you like what we’re doing to you?”
God damn it, he knew she liked it. He’d have to be a complete idiot to not figure out how wet she was. The way their fingers twisted, moving so easily inside her, said it all.
It took three tries, but she finally managed to push the word through her throat. “Yes.”
Praising her for her word, one of them—she couldn’t tell the difference anymore, it was all a jumble of sensation and reaction now—rubbed his thumb across her clit as they thrust inside. A needy moan leaked from her lips. Her hands gripped tighter into Cassidy’s shirt. Somewhere in the corner of her mind she heard a rip of fabric, but ignored it, filing the sound under unimportant.
It certainly was compared to what they were doing to her. How these two men planned to drive her crazy with their demanding wild thrusts. The two of them together should come with a warning label. DANGER! Do not drive heavy equipment, walk or stand while under their influence. Serious side effects may occur.
“It’s nice to be appreciated.” Nash’s hot breath against her skin sent her soaring. Cassidy mumbled his agreement as his tongue flicked along the underside of her breast, until her skin was moist and shivering.
Someone’s fingers twisted inside her. His thumb traced south to brush across the delicate opening hidden between her cheeks. She gasped, the sensation so much more than she’d ever anticipated she almost couldn’t breathe. Her nails dug into Cassidy’s shoulders, and a little humph vibrated across her skin. If she’d had any brainpower left, she might worry about hurting him. But in her current state, she couldn’t find the will to be concerned. Cassidy was a strong guy. If she really hurt him, he knew how to stop her.
“Is Nash tickling you, princess?”
She glanced to Cassidy’s eyes. The big smile on his face almost had her screaming in frustration. If he knew the answer, why the hell was he asking?
“Do you like that?” His question was meant to be sexy, but the look in his eyes didn’t seduce her. He wasn’t looking at her like he wanted to kiss and coax responses from her. No, he looked like a wolf, ravenous and hungry. Which was so hot she might burn up on the spot.
Before she could answer, the thumb against her ass swirled in tiny little circles against her sensitive nerves, sending a pattern of lust through her whole body. Her muscles twitched beneath the naughty sensation. The illicit thrill shot to her head like a bottle of champagne.
If she’d known it would feel this good to be even a little bit bad, she might have tried earlier. His insistent rubbing sent sensations running through her so wicked, she almost couldn’t breathe. She’d written scenes like this. She’d written about so much, and experienced so little.
It was so different. So much more than her mind had been able to envision. She was tempted to call her editor and ask to do a rewrite. She had so much detail to add now.
“You’re so beautiful like this, princess.” Cassidy continued to lick and suck her breasts like her body was a decedent chocolate he couldn’t get enough of.
“You were meant for this. To receive pleasure like this.” Nash’s breath wafted against her neck. Right now, she almost believed him. The way they touched her, the way they talked to her, she felt like she was made for this. Made for them.
It was a beautiful thought, even if it could never be true. She couldn’t possibly be made for them. The idea was laughable. She’d never be able to hold their attention in the long term. But for now, she let herself sink into the fantasy. Reality would come soon enough.
A pressure pushed against her ass, as the thumb tickling her back there shoved inside. He only thrust in the tip, pausing just inside her rectum, like a subtle threat or invitation. She wasn’t sure which. It probably depended on her which it was.
Gasping, she thrust her hips backward, taking in more of the exploring digit. She hadn’t thought about it. She’d just reacted, her body moving on instinct. And her instinct was to have more of them inside her, immediately.
She shook beneath the press of his thumb pushing past sensitive nerves, stretching tissues that had never been used before. The burn of its entry curled through her. The sensation was unlike anything she’d ever experienced before. Foreign, strange and naughty at the same time.
“Oh, fuck.” Nash groaned against her throat, confirming he owned the thumb pressed in her ass.
“That might be the sweetest sight I’ve ever seen.” Cassidy’s hungry eyes scanned her, detailing every inch of her body.
His gaze should have had her running for the closest cover to hide her nakedness, but the urge never came. With how they made her feel right now, she couldn’t find the will to be concerned beyond their fingers surging in and out of her, or the brush of their warm bodies against hers. Giant purple dots could have sprouted across her body and she wouldn’t care, as long as they kept touching and kissing her.
“I don’t think I’ve ever seen anything more beautiful than a woman who enjoys something shoved up her ass.” Cassidy rotated his wrist, pushing the heel of his palm against her clit. The pressure sent an electric sizzle through her body. “You like that, don’t you, princess?”
She nodded. Or at least she thought she nodded. It was hard to tell, with all the other sensations running through her body. And it didn’t matter. As long as they continued what they were doing to her, she didn’t care.
“You think that’s good, sweetheart”—Nash’s lips brushed her neck—“wait until one of us takes this ass. We’ll fuck you deep, until you scream our names as you come over and over.”
“Please, god yes.” That sounded so good. Right. Exactly what she’d always wanted but had been too afraid to ask for. Quiet little Grace couldn’t possibly want to be fucked in the ass. She couldn’t want two men to take her together. But she did. She wanted it so bad every muscle shook with need.
“Don’t worry, princess, we have all night.”
And she planned to take advantage of every second. She’d never get another opportunity like this.
Cassidy pressed down on her clit, the pressure pushing her back against Nash’s thumb in her ass. It was too much. With a scream, everything inside her shattered. Pleasure sizzled through her so fast she couldn’t process one sensation before another hit her. Their fingers twisted inside her, the burn of his thumb pressing deep, the stroke of his rough palm against her clit. Each sensation dazzling in their own right, but the combination set her body flaming.
She fell so deep she wasn’t sure she’d ever come back. As the pleasure overwhelmed her, she didn’t see a reason to care. If she never came back, that might be a justifiable trade.
* * * *
Nash stared down at the most beautiful woman he’d been with in his entire life, and only one thought crossed his mind. He’d always known Grace was amazing, but the reality of having her in his arms surprised the crap out of him. He never would have guessed
she’d be this responsive, this adventurous, this daring.
His chest felt three times bigger. He’d never seen anything more gorgeous than her coming apart in his arms. The way her skin flushed. Her soft little moan had his cock thickening. She was still so beautiful it stole his breath away.
Until she looked up at him with those big scared eyes, and he deflated.
Soft and shy, he shouldn’t be surprised she retreated. Even after an orgasm like that. She wasn’t used to being seen. Without the lust burned through her system, of course she’d want to hide again. But that didn’t make him feel any better.
Though a devilish part of him was excited to break her of the habit, he still hated that she felt the need to run from them. She should never think any part of her needed to be buried away where no one could see it. She was the most beautiful person he’d ever known. Not a single part of her needed to be hidden.
He couldn’t wait until they’d broken her of that habit. It would take time and hard work, but he was more than up for the challenge.
“That was beautiful.” Cassidy brushed his fingers across her skin.
She nibbled on her bottom lip, her eyes cast down. The nervous gaze in her eyes had his heart pounding harder. She was close to retreating, he could feel it in his bones. It was due or die time. If they didn’t make the right moves now, they’d lose her.
He wouldn’t allow that to happen. He couldn’t. Not without a fight.
“You’re beautiful.” Nash pressed a kiss to her lips.
“You don’t have to say that.” She ducked her head, retreating further, and his chest tightened a fraction harder.
“Yes, you are.” Cassidy grabbed her chin, forcing her gaze upward.
Cassidy was always the more forceful one between them. He pushed for everyone to accept them. He strove to return to the town’s good graces. Nash never cared about anyone that couldn’t accept their past, or who didn’t notice they’d changed. He didn’t care what anyone in town said about them. He only cared what Grace thought. As long as she was happy, he was, too.
“And now I’m going to eat that pretty pussy of yours.”
Her face flushed the prettiest pink color. Her sweet little tongue licked her full bottom lip. His dick ached at the sight. A vision of those lips wrapped around his cock, her tongue brushing across every inch of his dick flashed across his eyes. Soon. Really fucking soon if he had any say in it.
“I’ve never…” She fumbled, her voice soft and vulnerable in a way that tugged at his insides. Instead he paused, waiting for her to continue, even if it killed him. As much as he wanted to soothe her, he needed to hear what she had to say. To show her that her needs mattered as much as theirs did.
She swallowed, the delicate muscles of her throat working as she breathed deep. “I mean…no one’s ever…”
“No one’s every licked this sweet pussy.” Nash helped her along, his lips nuzzling against her temple. Each nervous quiver in her voice tortured him. All he wanted was to comfort her, protect her.
She nibbled her bottom lip. With a little shake of her head, she agreed with Nash, and anger flared inside him. Grace deserved all the best in life. Yet he’d was so grateful to be the ones to give this to her. At least in this small way, she needed them.
Chapter Five
Cassidy fought back the urge to roar like an angry lion. How could any man be so close to such a tasty morsel and not take a lick? His mouth watered just at the idea of tasting her, exploring all that soft sweet flesh.
“There hasn’t been many,” Her eyes darted around the room, refusing to meet either of their gazes. The reedy quality of her voice tugged at his heart. “And they weren’t like you two.”
“I better hope not.” Nash chuckled, and she offered him a small smile in response, though the emotion didn’t reach her eyes.
Cassidy traced his thumb along her inner thigh and over her hip bone. Her muscles fluttered beneath his touch. “That was their lack, princess, not yours.” As much he hated how scared it made her, he almost wanted to find those men and thank them for their poor performance. “But their stupidity will be our gain.”
Before she could say another word, he dropped to his knees and licked the length of her slit.
She cried out, her hips bucking up to meet his mouth. She reacted beautifully. It might be her first time having a man between her legs, but she was a natural.
Her body knew what she wanted, even if her mind was a little confused. Her hands dropped to her waist, attempting to cover her luscious treat from his view and touch. He fought back the urge to growl and slap her hands away.
Their little beauty had built up a lot of insecurities. It would take work to get past them. Luckily, he and Nash were used to overcoming adversity. And rarely did they have such an incentive to dedicate them to it. But their Grace was worth every second.
Even if he had to lick her pussy every night, or twice a night, he was willing to commit himself to helping her get past this insecurity.
“Did I hurt you?” He knew the answer but wanted to hear it from her.
She shook her head, biting a little deeper into her lip. “It’s just…I’ve never had anyone…look…” Her cheeks flushed darker. Her eyes skittered away, refusing to meet his gaze.
She was embarrassed. And as much as he understood, the notion still sent anger raging through him. Nothing about Grace was embarrassing. Nothing about her gorgeous body should shame her for one second. And it was about time someone showed her that.
“Don’t worry, princess, I’ll make it worth your while.” And he planned to. He intended to gorge himself on her until they both couldn’t breathe. Until the demons that haunted her permanently exited her eyes. Only then would he relinquish his tasty prize.
He peeled her hands away from her pussy, pushing them aside so he could return to his prize. Spreading open her folds, he licked his tongue across her damp flesh, fighting back a moan at the intoxicating taste. Sweet, rich, and pure, just like Grace. Her breath panted, and she squirmed beneath his mouth. Her mind might be shy, but her body picked up on what felt good.
Nash slid up behind her, wrapping his arm around her middle to steady her, while still offering himself a perfect view to enjoy the show. Not that Cassidy could blame him. He’d do the same if their roles were reversed.
He flicked her clit with his tongue. A little moan escaped her throat. Her hips shifted closer to him. Her hands grabbed onto his shoulders, gripping him so tight an ache settled across his back, but he didn’t care. Nothing mattered beyond her pleasure. Her little moans and whimpers, almost as if the sensation surprised her. And maybe she was, having never experienced it before.
“God, you’re so sweet, princess. The best candy I’ve ever eaten.” He moaned against her. Every inch of her was covered in sweetness, like she’d spent the night marinating in sugar. Nothing compared to the sounds she made as he slid his tongue across her pussy.
“Really, I…ah…” Her voice fumbled, her fingers dropped from his shoulders. Before he realized her plan, her hands slipped between them, covering herself again. He glanced up at her. She bit on her bottom lip so hard the skin was white beneath her teeth. “I don’t know about that.”
He felt for her. He really did. But no one got between him and what he wanted. Not even her. Right now, what he wanted was to lick her cunt until she screamed out his name. And given he didn’t think she’d be too upset by the time he was done, he didn’t see any reason to stop himself.
He pushed her hands away, more forcefully this time. He pressed her legs wider to accommodate his shoulders, leaning over her, blocking her from his prize with his body. “If you don’t stop with that, we’ll have to tie you up.”
He meant the words to be threatening, but the slight hitch in her breathing and the light in her eyes blew him away. Bondage and some spanking appeared in the book she’d written, but he hadn’t assumed just because she’d written about the act that she wanted it. Clearly, he’d been wrong. She wanted t
o be dominated. And he was more than happy to oblige her.
Gathering her hands together, he held them against her chest. Not so tight she couldn’t get away if she wanted to. But with enough force to let her know who was in control. But she didn’t try to pull away, or fight him off at all. She accepted his control, almost like she’d been waiting for it.
He glanced up, meeting her gaze. Her eyes darkened. Her breathing picked up speed. No fear tinged her stare. Any inch of apprehension in her eyes and he would have backed off instantly. He’d never hurt her, not for a second. But the lack of fear roared through his blood. His cock was so damn hard he could drive through steel.
He yanked the tie from around his neck. Before the party, he’d hated wearing the damn noose. He’d been willing to do anything to be close to Grace, but there was a big difference between being willing and being happy to. Used to spending his days in T-shirts or no shirt at all, he’d never been a suit-and-tie kind of guy. Even for her, he didn’t see that changing.
But right now, he almost wanted to run back to town hall to thank Victoria for the party’s dress code. If it hadn’t been required he might never have worn the tie, and he wouldn’t have anything on hand to bind Grace with so he could lick her pretty pussy until she came all over his face. That would be a damn shame.
Grabbing her hands together, he stared into her eyes as he wrapped the tie loosely around her wrists. “If you don’t want this, princess, say something now.”
She glanced from him to the tie around her wrists. Her pink tongue extended to lick her full bottom lip, and his cock screamed for relief. The phantom sensation of her breath on his dick, her tongue slashing across his skin, burned to his balls.
“Okay.” The word was barely more than a whisper. So low he worried he’d imagined what he wanted to hear. But her eyes never left his. She never attempted to yank her hands away, trusting him so much his chest hurt.
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