by Lainey Reese
With no warning to her, Evan changed the tilt of his thrust and started pounding that spot inside Cami that he knew would give him what he was after. One. Two. Three sharp fast strokes and her pussy clamped around him like a trap as her release flooded them both.
Her sheath was still pumping in aftershocks when he pulled away from her with a groan and thrust into Ziporah. “Heaven, sugar.” Evan panted as he leaned down to taste her lips. “So fucking good, it’s like heaven.” And it was, her walls were tight, clinching and they ripped his control to shreds. He thrust faster, harder. Evan felt his lips curl back from his teeth in a wild show of passion when he straightened and let his hips fly.
Evan placed Ziporah’s wand back on her clit and shouted at the instant clenching it caused around his cock. With Cami’s, he placed it on her clit with his palm and pressed it tight while he thrust three fingers inside her. With hand and cock, he fucked them both like his life would end if he didn’t.
Ziporah’s body started to tighten up, racing toward another climax and that clenching around his shaft yanked the final thread of his control and obliterated any chance he had of holding back his own release. His hips powered into her faster, deeper, harder than he had before and as Ziporah released and flooded all over him, he did the same to her. Animal sounds of primal lust rumbled from his throat, as the blinding force of his climax exploded within him like a supernova.
By some miracle, Evan had managed to keep his hand and wand placed on Cami. Being who she was, experiencing the sights and sounds of the two of them coming, combined with the physical stimulation she was receiving, triggered a release for her as well. Cami bore down hard on his hand and screamed, as her own climax caught her up in a wave of heat and rapture.
As the strongest orgasm of his life began to fade away, Evan found himself struggling to stay on his feet. He felt drunk, drugged and detached from reality. His coordination was for shit when he tried to turn off the wands one-handed. Clumsily, he fumbled with them until he’d succeeded, then dropped them both to the floor to be cleaned up later. He fell forward and braced himself above the two women with a hand on either side of their heads and kissed them endlessly, passionately and reverently, as he mumbled words of praise and gratitude for this incomparable experience.
It took more effort than he would ever admit to sit them up and remove the ropes. The two of them leaned on each other like refugees and watched him with quiet, adoring eyes. It was the expression on those faces that propelled him and kept him going. Evan couldn’t remember ever having this strong of a reaction to a scene before. Or feeling this deeply connected to a sub, let alone two. They were different. They were everything to him. He wanted to be worthy of the looks he was receiving. He wanted to be everything to them. He wanted to be fucking Superman for them. It was all he could do not to stumble on his way to get supplies to clean them up, but he did it; Superman didn’t stumble. When he came back into the room, they were sitting where he’d left them and warm affection filled his heart at the sight.
“Poor little subbies.” He chuckled at them. “Look at my girls. My beautiful girls. I’m the luckiest fucking bastard on the planet.” Pleasure brought a becoming flush to faces that had started to cool as Evan placed the bowl of warm scented water on the bedside table and dipped the washcloth in it.
He continued to murmur to them, little words of praise and endearments, as he bathed their faces and washed away the smeared makeup and drying sweat from their skin. It took four washcloths and two separate bowls of water to get them cleaned up because he was thorough with his ladies. Aftercare was every bit as important as what went on before it. He washed under their arms and breasts, and was exceedingly delicate with the over stimulated flesh between their legs.
Once they were bathed to his satisfaction, Evan reached for the lotion next. The sweet scent of mangos and coconuts filled his nostrils and mixed with the lingering scent of sex, as he rubbed and massaged every inch of their torsos as well as their legs and arms where the ropes had bound them. “Won’t do to have my girls showing rope burns. I take care of my angels, my sugar and my sweet brat. I take care of what’s mine.”
That night he’d carried them, one at a time, from the sex cave to his bedroom and tucked them into his own bed. And as he slept snuggled between two of the most beautiful and amazing women he’d ever been blessed to know, he didn’t dwell on the fact that this was a first for him. Even back in Texas, Evan had never brought one of his subs or slaves into his personal space. He always figured that’s what he had a bed in his playroom for; his personal space was his own. However, tonight there had been no question in his mind of where they would sleep. These two belonged in his bed and he was so content to have them there, it never even occurred to him to question it.
Meetings with stockholders and a lot of other things that didn’t make a lot of sense to Ziporah, had kept Evan away for days. He called and texted both of them regularly and it was a fun and flirty way to get to know each other. Both she and Cami had talked about the fact that this was more than either of them had bargained for. They both realized this wasn’t about sex or exploration. They were in a relationship, albeit not a traditional one by any stretch of the imagination, but they undeniably were. Surprisingly, neither one of them would have it any other way. They were both crazy about Evan and thrilled to every new experience he shared with them. But it was more than that; it was late nights watching Buffy and laughing at his good natured groaning. It was music, and long talks and heated debates on everything from politics to movies. Who knew if this could really work for anything long-term, but right now it worked like magic.
Z pressed the button for the elevator in the precinct and tried to keep the silly smile off of her face. Smitten or not, she was still an assistant district attorney for the city of New York and she had to look the part. Nothing could have pleased her more than seeing that beautiful, dashing bald man standing there when the doors slid open.
“Well isn’t this a nice surprise.” His rich southern drawl turned his words into music that hummed through her heart. “I thought you were in court today.”
“Opposition was granted a reprieve.” She narrowed her eyes as she said it, still fuming, because she knew it was just a delaying tactic by that shark defense lawyer. Evan chuckled at the look on her face and reached one hand out to help her in the elevator while the other prevented the doors from closing.
“I’ll just consider this my lucky day then.” Evan removed his hand and the doors slid shut, while he crowded her into the corner with a devilish grin on his face. She would never admit to him the way his smiles made her toes curl and her tummy flutter. No, she would never give him that. The man had too much mastery over her as it was.
“Why didn’t you get off?” Her cheeks burned in a blush when he laughed huskily at that.
“Oh, I think I’ll be getting to that right quick.” She dodged his kiss with a laugh by ducking her head at the last second. She tried to shove away but she should’ve known that would be useless, he was much too strong for that.
“You know what I meant.” More laughter as he tried for another kiss and she ducked the other way. “You didn’t know I was going to be here, so why didn’t you get off the elevator.” She was going to get whiplash if they kept this up much longer.
“I was going to have lunch with your cousin, but I found something that looks a lot tastier right here. Now dammit, hold still and give me a bite.” His hands cupped her face and his mouth descended. The kiss had just started, her lips barely parted, when the elevator dinged to signal a stop.
She sprung away with a jolt and tugged at her jacket, even as she tried to remember how to look professional. Three men piled into the car as she and Evan stood side-by-side in the back of it. The new occupants paid no attention to the two of them, deep in their own discussion about things Z didn’t care to hear about.
She marveled that they were oblivious to the sexual tension thrumming through the air. There was a stillness,
a predatory quietness to Evan that filled her with expectation. It was exhilarating. All those months when she had been researching with Cami and fascinated by what she was learning, she’d chalked it up to simple curiosity. Now, after all that she’d learned about herself since Evan had come into their lives, Z realized that it wasn’t just Cami who was a sub, but herself as well. Exhilarating hardly described the giddy, hard to contain, joy she was feeling. Out of the corner of her eye, Z saw a muscle flex along his cheek and jaw line, indicating the extent of his arousal.
He looked as though the smallest nudge would snap his control. Ziporah’s bubbe had a saying she was fond of that fit this moment perfectly. Never tug a tiger by its tail. As a child she had always wondered what would happen if she did. Still looking straight ahead, Z decided to try it and see, so she slipped out of her pumps.
Evan tensed so dramatically, Z was shocked that the men in the elevator continued to be unaware. He pulled his cell phone from his pocket and began typing away with his thumbs. If what she could make out from her glimpse was accurate, he’d just ordered a car service. Message sent, Evan replaced his phone with one hand and the other he casually slipped behind her. It was all she could do to keep her expression blank when that big warm hand scooped over her ass and squeezed.
When the doors opened, the other men filed out without looking back and Evan rumbled, “You may put your shoes on only till we reach the car.” Z’s whispered response was barely audible as she stepped back into her shoes. Evan clasped her arm just above her elbow and walked her off the elevator and out of the building without saying another word.
There was a town car, black and shiny, waiting right in front of the building and as soon as the driver spotted them he jumped out to open the back door. Evan helped her in and before she could slide across the bench seat, his hands cupped her armpits and laid her back. The door had barely closed behind him when the car started moving. Ziporah registered that there was privacy glass between them and the driver but she was so turned on she didn’t think it would matter if it wasn’t there.
“Hands up, sugar,” Evan ordered in a growl. “I want those hands on your breasts.” Z jolted in shock, sure he had been about to tell her to grasp the seat or the door, but never herself. “Do as I say. Unbutton that blouse and let me see you touch those pretty little things for me. That’s it,” he said as she shakily obeyed his bidding. “There you go, that’s the way. Such a pretty little bra. Open it. Ah, so very lovely, now play with them.”
Ziporah had never understood the appeal of doing this. Playing with herself, when there was a man right here in front of her to do it for her. Why would any woman choose that? For that matter, why would a man? If he had a willing woman right in front of him, why wouldn’t he want his own hands on her?
Now she got it. There was something so incredibly sexy about watching him as he watched while her fingers squeezed and plucked and tickled on her own small breasts. Evan looked enthralled, and it made her feel powerful and enchanting.
“Don’t stop. Don’t you dare stop,” Evan demanded as his hands went to her dress slacks and he yanked them from her body. His eyes never left her busy fingers as he lowered his head and devoured her. She bucked and cried out at the suction and his talented tongue brought her to a fast, hard climax in record time.
He wasn’t through, wasn’t through by a long shot from the looks of it. Those massive shoulders bunched as his arms wrapped around her hips and he lifted her lower body clear off the seat and growled, “Again,” without lifting his mouth from her still pulsing clit. He sucked and lapped and gorged himself until a second, harder climax poured across his lips. He had one foot braced on the floor and one knee on the seat, while her legs were draped over his shoulders. As Ziporah jerked and gasped, the sight of him and how he looked right then was a visual delight that only added to her mind-blowing pleasure. And still he watched, so she continued to torment her nipples for him.
With one hand, Evan freed himself from his slacks, then gripped her hips with bruising force and slammed into her. They both cried out at the impact and froze for one endless moment where even the world seemed to hold its breath for them.
Finally, Evan could hold back no longer and he thundered into her with powerful lunges of his hips that rocked her entire being. And Ziporah countered every hard thrust, beat for beat. They went at each other like animals, and at a pace like that, it couldn’t last. When she came with a scream that she muffled by biting the leather upholstery, five earth-shattering thrusts later, Evan followed with a grunt and a shudder that shook his entire body.
“Best damn lunch I ever had.” All Ziporah could do was nod, wide-eyed and panting, in agreement.
In the weeks that followed, the three of them became inseparable. The flirting texts, the stolen lunches, and evenings spent in wild, abandoned passion. The fall was holding tight, with riotous colors and Halloween and Thanksgiving decorations everywhere, but for the first time in seven years, Cami was not lost to the darkness. It cropped up sometimes and brought a sadness to her that she tried to hide, but both Z and Cami agreed that this was the easiest fall season she’d ever had.
Evan and Ziporah spent most nights at the Tavern with Cami. There was a comfortable couch against the wall, away from most of the noise, which the two of them had commandeered as their own. Evan with his laptop, would pound away at the keys, compiling pie charts and comparison grids and things that were way beyond what either woman could comprehend. Z was just as bad, with her case files and her briefcase, scribbling away as she jotted down notes and muttered incessantly.
They loved it there, not only did being there allow them to be close to the third of their triad, but Cami had made the place live up to its name. It truly was a haven from the chaos of the outside world. Without fail, the music was never too loud and always fit the mood. Most of the people that were drawn there were fun-loving, inviting and all-around good company. The drinks were never watered down, and the food was worth fighting over. Word had gotten out of Natacha’s cheesecake and even Evan was addicted. The feisty cook had warmed to him eventually and started setting aside a slice for him if she knew he was coming in.
Cami sang almost constantly. Her voice would ring out in perfect harmony from wherever she was in the tavern. She could be behind the bar filling a drink order and a song would catch her fancy, so she’d start singing along. Or cleaning the tables during open mic night, when someone would fumble or their confidence would desert them and she would join right in, adding her voice to theirs to bolster them up and help get them through.
It did not escape Cami’s notice that every time she sang, Evan stopped what he was doing and listened. It thrilled her that he liked her voice, and filled her with a pleasure she had a hard time naming. That something she could do would stop a man like him in his tracks was a heady thing.
The tavern was closed for the night and the three of them were alone as Cami was doing inventory for tomorrow’s order while Evan and Z were still working away on their own tasks. All three of them had important work to do; duties that responsible adults knew had to be fulfilled. So, to Cami’s way of thinking, it was the perfect time to play.
With her clipboard in hand, she strolled along the inside of the bar seemingly taking notes on which bottles were low and needed to be replaced. As though without even noticing that she was doing it, Cami opened up her mouth and started singing.
It was intended to be an upbeat number but Cami sang slow and sultry; it was a song about sex, and she made sure to put plenty of gravel in the low notes and breathe in the high ones.
She tried to appear as though she wasn’t enticing him on purpose while she cooed about what a bad girl she was, but Cami had never been one for subterfuge, so she was sure she failed miserably. When she sang about liking the smell of sex, she thought if she was any more turned on, she’d start glowing.
When she peeked to see what effect her song was having on Evan, she was smugly pleased to see that, like always, he�
��d stopped what he was doing and was watching her. “Sticks and stones may break my bones, but chains and whips excite me.”
He didn’t take his eyes off of her as he set his computer to the side, reached one hand into his fly, and cupped Z by the back of the head with his other. Cami’s voice almost faltered when he urged the other woman to her knees between his spread legs and lowered her head. The lyrics for the next verse were beyond her comprehension at that point so she sang a jumble of rumbly vocal riffs that sounded like sex put to rhythm until she got to the chorus.”
All the while, that stare, that beautiful emerald stare never left Cami’s face as she sang to him about sex and love and longing.
It was hard to keep her voice steady and remember what line was next as Cami watched Z going down on him. She couldn’t see anything other than her friend’s silky brown hair bobbing up and down, but she didn’t need to. It was hot and erotic and tantalizing.
The song was coming to an end when Evan lifted one hand to crook his finger at her, while his other hand continued to hold Z in place. Cami started forward, careful not to rush, she tried to look sensual and worldly instead of eager. She put sway in her body that Evan noticed as his eyes coursed up and down as her steps drew her closer. She timed it so the last note still hanging in the air by the time she made it to his side.
“Remove your shoes.” Ah, that’s why Z had dropped to do his bidding without her usual token resistance, Cami thought, she’d been barefoot already. Cami would’ve liked to have been wearing high heels or stilettos so she could kick them off with a sexy flounce, but as her luck would have it, she was in cowboy boots and they were a bitch.
