by Leah Brooke
Once again, the shock of air moving over her bared pussy sent her pulse racing, but she couldn’t rub her thighs together the way she wanted to.
“You always spread me this way, damn it.”
Her clit came alive, swelling and tingling with the need for attention, the tingling becoming sharper when Ryder stroked up her thighs again, his thumbs running up her inner thighs and moving closer and closer to her slit.
“We like you spread. Your thighs are wet, darlin’. Just as I thought. You like having this ass in the air. Don’t try to convince me you aren’t curious about being spanked. You’re hot for it, baby.”
Alison gasped as he slapped her ass, not hard, but with enough sting to heat her vulnerable buttock. Knowing that diners sat several feet away on the other side of the curtain, she bit her lip to hold back her cry. In an effort to relieve the throbbing of her clit, she rubbed herself against Ryder’s thigh. Not until he chuckled softly did she realize she’d been wiggling her ass at him.
Using her arms for leverage, she lifted her head to look over her shoulder, sucking in a breath when Dillon took advantage of her position to caress her breast, sending another shock of delight through her. The sharp possessiveness in his eyes softened.
“Don’t curve your back that way. You’ll hurt it.”
Bracing herself on one hand, she lifted the other to his chest and toyed with the top button of his shirt, smiling when he sucked in a breath.
Thrilled that he reacted so strongly to her touch and totally taken in by the possessive gentleness, she twisted to rub up against him.
“I guess then you’ll have to give me another one of your massages.”
Dillon’s eyes narrowed. “You flirtin’ with me?”
Shrugging a bare shoulder, she shot a glance at a smiling Ryder.
“Maybe. What are you going to do about it?”
Ryder ran a hand up her thigh to her hip.
“Well, we’re gonna take you up on it, of course.”
Dillon lifted her, settling her on his lap facing him, her knees on either side of his hips.
“Fuck those appetizers. I want this appetizer.”
With his hands at her waist, Dillon lifted her to her knees and began to nibble at the delicate underside of her breasts.
Wrapping her arms around his head, she threw her head back, moaning at the contrast of Dillon’s sharp teeth on her tender flesh and Ryder’s warm hand running down her back to her bottom and lingering.
Ryder’s hooded gaze sent another surge of lust through her.
“I think I like eating this way. Having you naked to play with makes dinner a hell of a lot more fun. My little slave girl to play with.” His hand went lower to her thigh and up again. His fingers inching closer and closer to her slit.
“Hmm, nice and wet. I want you on my cock. How about it, darling’? You wanna sit on my cock while we’re having dinner?”
“God, yes!”
Sticking her butt out, she gasped when he slid a thick finger into her, her pussy clenching at it in desperation.
“Ryder, take me.” She lifted and lowered herself on his finger, threading her fingers through Dillon’s hair. She cried out at the scrape of Dillon’s teeth over her nipple, moving faster on Ryder’s finger.
Bending her head, she breathed in the male fresh scent of Dillon. “Give me more.”
Ryder chuckled and withdrew his finger, pausing to tap her clit and laughing softly when she bucked.
“Oh, you’re gonna get more, darlin’. I want a nice hot pussy hugging my cock while I have my dinner.” He threw off his clothes, pausing to dig a condom out of his pocket and rolling it on before he shoved the appetizers aside to make room for the other covered plates.
After putting his on the table in front of him, he slid back on to the bench and reached for her.
“Come here.”
Dillon stopped nibbling and lifted his head, moving her back several inches and staring into her eyes.
“Just a minute. I want to lube her ass first.”
Ryder grinned. “Definitely.” He bent and dug through his pockets again, producing a small tube.
After lowering her to his lap, Dillon accepted it, not breaking eye contact with her.
“Ryder’s gonna have his dinner while he’s in your pussy. Guess where my cock’s gonna be while I’m having my dessert.”
Alison’s breath hitched when Dillon slid his hands to her bottom cheeks, his expression cool and determined. She searched his features, looking for the tenderness he’d shown earlier, her heart skipping a beat when she found it in his eyes.
Sparkling and darkened, they stayed on hers as he squeezed lube onto his finger and recapped the tube, narrowed slightly as though searching for something.
Her bottom clenched, already addicted to the anticipation of being breached. When the cool lube touched her puckered opening, she hissed, her body bowing at the touch that, as always, felt more intense than she’d been ready for.
Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Ryder fisting his cock, his own excitement a tangible thing. It shone in his eyes, the clenching of his jaw, and the tightening of his body. His stillness, she’d already learned, could end in a flash. At any moment he would strike, his body a flurry of motion, and he would be inside her before she could do more than draw a breath.
“Hurry up, then. I want to sink my cock into that sweet pussy. My cock’s aching for her.”
Dillon shook his head, lifting a brow in that superior way that irritated her as much as it turned her on.
“No. It affects Alison more when I take her ass nice and slow. It satisfies her need to submit to me more than if I just take it. Plus, she likes it easy and knows damned well if she fights me, I’m taking it anyway, but it’ll be a hell of a lot rougher.” Dillon applied pressure, his other hand lifting to slide his fingers through her hair and keep her face turned to his.
“She’s got just that hint of fear in her eyes every time we touch her ass. She knows what to expect now, and the vulnerability that hits her excites her even more. I think she’d respond very well to being tied up, her ass taken over and over. Yeah, there’s that excitement. She’s afraid, but she wants it. It gives it an edge, doesn’t it, Alison? Sharpens the excitement. It surprises you, doesn’t it, baby? You stick around and we’re going to teach you things about yourself you never knew.”
Alison trembled helplessly, shaken that he saw what she hadn’t thought anyone else would ever be able to see. Feeling even more vulnerable than ever, she closed her eyes, only to snap them open again when Ryder slapped her ass.
Patting it, he grinned.
“Don’t close your eyes, darlin’. We want to see that look in them. Damn, I can’t wait to feel that pussy clamping down on me.”
Dillon pressed his finger into her ass, moving it around as though to reinforce the fact that she was helpless against whatever he chose to do to her, the firm press of his finger against her delicate inner walls making her shiver everywhere. Cupping her face, he ran a thumb back and forth over her cheek, smiling when she leaned into his hand and rubbed against it.
“She’s almost purring. I don’t even think she realizes how much passion is inside her.”
She moaned softly as he slid his finger the rest of the way into her, the stark invasion of her most private place once again creating an intimacy and sense of belonging to him. It grew as he worked the lube all around inside her, pressing against her inner walls with sure strokes, almost as though he owned her.
It always stunned her and left her confused. The thought of being his property, something he could use at will, sounded great in fantasy, but the reality should have insulted her. Somehow, Dillon made the reality a fantasy, treated her like he owned her, but with a gentleness and caring that tugged at her emotions and heightened her awareness of her own femininity.
“I can’t believe the things you make me feel. When Danny tried, it hurt and—”
Ryder slapped her ass. Hard.
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nbsp; “I don’t want to hear his name.”
Dillon slid his hand from her hair to her nipple and pinched, the combination of pleasure and pain making her clench on his finger, the feeling of fullness exciting her even more.
“We have no desire to see you hurt, just pleasured. Pain like this brings you pleasure, doesn’t it, Alison?”
Rocking against him, she moved on his finger, unable to deny it.
Bending, he swallowed another moan as he worked his finger in her ass, his strong finger forging a path for what was to come.
Crying out at the erotic burn of her bottom around his finger and the friction of her clit against him, she fisted her hands in his shirt as the tingling sharpened. She couldn’t look away from his eyes, now narrowed and darkened with a look that sent a thrill through her.
The raw desire and possessiveness burning in his eyes now pulled at her as much as the tenderness that had shown in them before. At that moment, she belonged to him like she’d never belonged to anyone else, the need to be more to him than any other woman ever had almost overwhelming.
Arching her back, she pushed her bottom out even more, opening herself to him completely, her heart racing when he smiled and pushed his finger deeper, moving it around inside her with a strength and purpose that had her whimpering against him.
His eyes raked over her body, flickering when she moaned.
“That’s my girl. I knew you could do it. You’re ours, aren’t you, baby?” His eyes hardened briefly. “At least for now.”
Eager to please him, she laid her head on his chest and curled against him.
“Yours.”
Withdrawing his finger, he patted her bottom and kissed her hair.
“Good. Go to Ryder. I’ll be right back.”
Ryder reached for her and settled her astride him, his jaw clenched with tension as he lowered her onto his cock.
Her bottom, awakened now from Dillon’s attention, clenched with the need to be filled. His abrupt departure left her shaken, and she grabbed for Ryder, needing assurance.
Sliding her fingers through the cool strands of his long, silky hair, Alison moaned her pleasure as he filled her inch by incredible inch, each ridge of his cock caressing her inner walls.
With his strong hands around her waist, he lowered her to his lap, filling her completely.
“You feel so fucking good, darlin’. I think I could stay inside you forever.”
His hands covered her breasts, his touch light as he moved his palms over her nipples.
Ryder grinned when she started to move. “In a hurry, darlin’? I like having your pussy all soft and wet around my cock. Be still. I’m starving.”
Alison moaned again when he sat forward to reach for a bite of food, the action pushing his cock deeper.
“Ryder, oh, God. You can’t really expect to eat like this.”
Sitting back, he teased her lips with a bite of juicy steak. “Oh, yes, I do. I’ve never eaten with a naked woman on my lap, and especially not while my cock was inside her.” He waited until she took the bite of meat before lifting her by the waist and lowering her again so slowly she wanted to scream.
She hurriedly chewed and swallowed her food, not even tasting it. Digging her fingers into him, she stared at the tattoo on his shoulder.
“Ryder!”
“You’re too damned impatient. Christ, I am, too. One of these days I swear I’m going to take you so slow that you’re begging, but tonight I can’t.” Gripping her hips, he raised and lowered her again, chuckling when she whimpered and used her knees to move faster.
Once she started, she couldn’t stop, digging her knees into the padded leather seat and moving on Ryder’s cock.
“Ryder, it’s so good. Oh, God.”
Each movement made the chains on her nipples swing, tugging at them and increasing her pleasure even more.
He groaned, his jaw tightening. “Yeah, darlin’. It sure as hell is.” He guided her movements, keeping her steady and helping her move faster and faster.
“That tight little pussy’s hungry for it, huh, Ally? Come on, darlin’. Fuck me. Move that pussy on my cock. That’s it. Oh, yeah. Fuck, honey. Damn, I love being inside you.”
Alison’s whimpers grew even more desperate, her body tightening against his. Leaning against him, she turned her head, kissing the tattoo that never failed to excite her.
“Ryder, I’m gonna come. These things on my nipples are making me crazy.”
With a hand beneath her hair, he bent her back over his arm and tugged at one of the chains.
“They’re supposed to.” He surged deep again and again, his thrusts coming faster and more shallow, digging at that spot inside her that he seemed to find with such incredible ease.
Ryder surged deep, the hand at the nape of her neck holding her against the edge of the table, and leaned over her, his eyes narrowed and darker than ever. His hand covered her breast, his devious fingers tugging at the chain and sending another wave of heat to her slit.
“You planning on taking all this fire to someone else? You really think I’m gonna sit by and let another man fuck you like this?”
Taken aback at his intensity, at the raw desire blazing from his eyes, Alison couldn’t hold back a sob at the barrage of pleasure to her system.
Those warning tingles kept getting stronger, making her entire body shake with the need to come. The pressure kept mounting, the reality that she was naked in a restaurant and being taken by the most dangerous and sexual man she’d ever met making this seem like more of a fantasy.
“Ryder, please! I don’t, oh, God!” The cock in her pussy jumped, each movement of the solid heat inside her sending her closer and closer to the edge.
Unable to stand the torment anymore, she reached down to stroke her clit, her eyes flying open when he slapped her hand away.
“Oh, no. You’re not getting the easy way out of this.”
His hair had come loose from the band he usually kept it in, giving him a wild, untamed look that never failed to send her heart racing. Although the wild hunger in his eyes remained as strong as ever, the emotion swirling with it now drew her in, demanding she submit to whatever he desired.
He lifted her and turned, and the next thing she knew, her back was pressed against the seat where Dillon had sat, her ass in Ryder’s firm grip and held several inches above the seat.
On his knees between her legs, he thrust into her several times in rapid succession, not even letting her catch her breath. His expression, all hard lines and angles, gave him an even wilder, more primitive look, scaring her just a little.
Propping her thighs on his, he ran a hand from her abdomen to her breasts and back again, his strokes strong and sure as they moved over her.
“This body knows what it wants even if you don’t. Yeah, squeeze my cock with that pussy.” His slow, deliberate strokes came faster now, his eyes filled with a wild hunger she hadn’t seen in them before. They flashed with anger and lust, a combination that sent her pulse racing and made him look even more untamed than before.
Unable to stand the torment anymore, she kicked her legs and reached for her clit, only to be thwarted when the bench seat dipped above her and Dillon took both of her hands in one of his.
“No, damn you! Let go of me.”
She tried to pull her hand away, her clit already burning with the first warning sizzles of orgasm.
“Let go of me, you son of a bitch! I need to come. Oh!”
Ryder’s slap to her clit alarmed her into stilling, fear and excitement vying for supremacy at the sharp pain. The pain didn’t last, but the burn of it did, making her clit feel ten times its normal size.
It took her a second or two to realize that she was coming, the sensation this time so foreign and overwhelming that her brain didn’t immediately process it.
Still holding her hands, Dillon covered her mouth with his just as she exploded, swallowing her cries of release. The feel of his hand on her breast, his fingers tugging the chai
ns on her nipple, had her struggling against him. Flattening his hand on her belly, he held her down as Ryder increased his strokes, digging at that spot inside her.
She screamed into Dillon’s mouth as the wave of ecstasy crested, her entire body awash in sensation.
Her inner muscles rippled around the hard cock inside her, prolonging her pleasure until she thought she would die of it.
Ryder groaned, a hoarse sound that delighted her, just seconds before he surged deep, his hands hard on her hips and holding her upward.
“Fuck, yeah. Ally, you feel so fucking good.”
Wrapping her legs around him, she rocked her hips on his cock, the depth of his cock startling another cry from her and another of those deep groans from him.
Both remained frozen as the waves washed over her, his muscular body trembling against hers.
After what seemed an eternity, Dillon lifted his head, pushing her bangs back from her forehead, and stared down at her.
“What do you think of being shared by two men now?”
Struggling to draw enough air into her lungs, Alison licked her lips.
“Oh, God. Why doesn’t it feel strange to have both of you touching me?” She shook her head, hardly able to believe how natural and right it felt to be the center of their erotic attention. “It should feel strange, shouldn’t it? I’ve never done anything like this before.”
Each seemed very comfortable with the other there and made love to her with the smoothness of a well-oiled machine.
Trying to bite back her jealousy of the implication of how they got so experienced at making love to a woman together, she looked first at Dillon and then at Ryder, amazed at the tenderness in Ryder’s eyes and the dark need in Dillon’s.
The unexpected change sent her pulse tripping, and only then did she realize she’d automatically reached for Dillon for comfort.
Surprised at herself because she’d long since stopped expecting to be held by Danny after sex, she started to lower her hands, only to have them caught by Ryder.
“And you won’t with anyone else. Come here, Ally.”
