by Angel Payne
A long damn time.
He had to have more of her. Now.
Transferring his weight to one knee, he crawled higher up her body, suckling her neck as he went. He rounded the curve of her chin, fitted their mouths then plunged into her without hesitating, scooping her tongue against his, devouring her with deep, primeval need. Beneath him, she moaned with answering need. Her lungs pumped, her nipples tightened, her body undulated.
“Damn,” Rhett repeated. “Damn.”
It was all the inspiration he needed to push his fingers back up inside her, making her gasp against his mouth as her hips came off the mattress.
“Twist them.” Rhett’s teeth were locked now. Reb had never heard such a brutal tone from him before, though he’d been to two dozen countries and nearly as many dungeons with the man. “Both your fingers,” he growled to clarify. “Twist them while you push into her pussy. Yeah. That’s…fucking nice.”
“Not bad from where I’m at, either.” He leaned over, pressing kisses to Brynn’s cheek and forehead. “How about you, minette? You still with me?”
She’d closed her eyes but nodded frantically. “Yes. Yes.”
“Good, baby girl. That’s so good.”
None of them spoke again for the next few minutes. Just enjoyed the sound of him finger-fucking her, wet and slick and rough, as their lust filled the air, musky and heady and spicy. For a guy who relied on breath control to disarm bombs at the perfect moment, Rebel had trouble remembering what his breath even was. Wrapping his mind around this awesome reality, pleasuring a woman while his best friend directed down to the kinky details, was outrageous—and incredible.
And damn near unbelievable—as Rhett leaned in bearing another special gift.
In his fingers was the anal plug, its pink crystal surface already drenched with the lube. Rebel didn’t remember even hearing the bottle top pop, but wasn’t that stunned considering the alternative for his attention.
He sat up. Twined his gaze again with Rhett’s, whose eyes gleamed with feral anticipation. Below them, the reason why: the magnificence of this woman’s surrender, symbolized by her spread, soaked sex.
“Put it in,” Rhett directed. “And screw her with it.”
Brynn let out a soft keen, mixed of dread and arousal. “Oh my God.”
Rebel regarded her steadily. “Sounds like you’re a little familiar with this sight, cher.”
She huffed. “Not intimately. And not lately.”
“And that’s not clear enough.” Though he issued the reproach mildly, he took the plug from Rhett and displayed it to her like a holy artifact. “This is an anal plug, Brynna. You clearly know what it is—so you also know that Rhett is ordering me to work it into your ass hole, then fuck you there with it.”
She gulped. “Well, we’re pretty clear now.”
“No. I’m clear now. You still aren’t.” He dropped his head, angling his stare more directly at her. “‘Yes, Sir’ or ‘no, Sir’, mon chou. What will it be?”
She hesitated another moment. It was all the opening Rhett needed. With a resolute growl, he lunged in, grabbing Brynn by the neck, forcing her mouth to his. “Fuck,” Rebel groaned, watching the man mesh their mouths, inhale her scent, and drain a lot of the tension from her arms. Women had a special term for kisses like that. Bone-melting. Rebel could understand the point, though didn’t sympathize. He wasn’t melted. He was galvanized. And he hoped like hell that the moment Double-Oh released her from that kiss, she let her lips part on only two words.
“Yes, Sir.”
Sometimes prayers were answered.
Rhett softly kissed her again—but instead of drawing all the way back up, kept his face hovered inches over hers. Without looking away from her, he told Reb, “Do it. Now.”
She whimpered. Rhett hushed her with a sound that came from deep in his chest: gentle layered with pure animal. He breathed it into her parted lips. She sucked in its energy, transforming it into a high sigh that blew back into Rhett with visible force. His shoulders shook, his body trembled.
Power Exchange—in its purest, best form.
And Rebel was about to help them paint it even more vividly.
Fuck, this was going to be good.
Swinging around and seating himself between her legs once more, he crouched in, parting her pussy on the way to stimulating her clit. Her arousal would ease the plug’s penetration. Besides that, it looked damn beautiful from this vantage point.
“Mmmmm.” Her sensitive button shivered beneath his finger—which he soon joined with more. Rebel echoed her hum, deeper and gruffer, as Rhett’s three middle fingers webbed with his. They twined and writhed their digits, rolling like two bodies against the world’s softest, wettest pillows. As Rhett danced his tongue against Brynn’s, he set a matching pace with their fingers, until Brynn’s gasps forewarned of her encroaching climax.
He pulled off. Yanked Reb’s hand away, too.
“No!” she screamed. “Oh hell, please! I’m so close!”
Whatever she had left to say, Rhett stole with another kiss. “You’ll be close when we say you’re close, sweetheart.”
Rebel had to grin. He’d never seen Rhett as a bad boy wolf. He enjoyed the fuck out of it. His cock probably had a few deeper sentiments, but there wasn’t time for phallic therapy right now.
Not when he’d reached the sweet aperture of her anus.
Not when he’d stretched it a little wider, watched it fight his invasion with an adamant pucker, only to force it open again. And then again.
Not when he trickled lube down and watched it disappear into the tight darkness of that forbidden dark hole. Preparing her…
“Deep breath, minette. Relax.”
For this.
“Oh! Oh!”
He’d pushed in just the plug’s tip before she struggled.
Rhett easily caught her by one leg, hiking it high to help Rebel keep her spread. “Easy, little peach. Easy. Don’t fight it. Don’t close up.”
“I—that’s easy for you to—”
“Make it easy for you.” Rebel borrowed a page out of his buddy’s book, though he barked it to snag her attention. He persisted, “Have we given you anything you can’t handle? Anything that hasn’t been amazing in the end?”
She fumed, body still tense. Her knuckles were white against the cushions. Even her toes were coiled tightly against the sheet. But she finally mumbled, “No. Not yet.”
He growled a kiss into the center of her pussy. “Well then relax, bébé, and trust that we’ll do the same now.”
She wetted her lips. “Yes, Sir.”
“Bien,” Rebel soothed. “Trés bien, ma belle.”
Rhett layered in an approving growl. “Breathtaking woman. You have no idea how much you please us already. Ssshhh, sweetheart,”—he urged it as Rebel twisted in again on the plug—“almost there. Push out to open yourself up. Take it in, girl. Take it in.”
Brynna squirmed again. The cream from her pussy tremored down, blending with the shimmery drops of the lube, sliding into her ass along with the plug. Though Rebel clenched his jaw, pre-cum spurted at the tip of his cock. Like he could be blamed, with this as a view?
“I—I can’t!” she cried.
Rhett leaned in. Bit her lower lip. “You can.”
“So tight. So full…”
“That’s the idea, peach.”
“I don’t know—”
“Yes, you do. Take it, Brynna. For me. For Reb. You please us so much with your trust.”
“Oh, God!”
“In.” Rebel declared it as the base of the plug fell flush against her body, the pink acrylic so captivating beneath the blush of her pussy. “You did it, cher. Damn. It’s so beautiful.”
Her relieved laugh blended into a tight wince. “Still tight. But…better. Kind of nice.”
“That’s honest.” Rebel pressed kisses to the insides of her thighs. “And equally as beautiful.”
Above him, Rhett played his lips over hers wit
h just as much meaning. “Don’t hold it back, sweetheart. We want to see all of it. Know exactly what you’re thinking. Feeling. There’s no right or wrong. There’s only your sensations. Your pains…and your pleasures.”
As he drew out the last of it, Rebel withdrew the plug well past the taper, letting it almost escaped her body, before sliding it all the way back in. No stopping this time.
A longer scream from their girl.
“First item covered,” she finally spat. “Can we get to number two now? That little thing called my pleas—”
Rhett chuckled, watching the effect of his thumb in her pussy take hold. “Now what were you saying, sweetheart?” he queried as her voice fizzled. “Something about…your pleasure?”
“Crap,” she gasped. Reb almost joined her, since he got to watch how her back hole convulsed on the plug with new vigor.
“Goddamn,” he grated. “That’s it, ma chatte. Show me how much you want it.”
“Her cunt is dripping, too.” Rhett’s voice was hoarse with awe. “You can just keep her lubed with this cream.”
“Great minds.” He grinned while dragging some of that gorgeous juice down, rolling it around the base of the plug.
“Fuck. Brynna Monet, you are one hell of an incredible sight.”
Her response was a groan in breathy, sexy spurts—as Reb withdrew then pushed in again. And again. And again.
“That’s good.” Rhett started pumping a hand along the hump between his thighs. “Really, really good.”
“Certainly is.” Rebel cast over a glance to clarify he wasn’t just referencing her now.
“Good.” Brynn echoed it in a high-pitched sob. “Mmmmm. Yeah.”
Rhett swung his gaze over to her. “Then why do you sound like somebody just ate your last piece of cake, sweetheart?”
A little grimace dug into her forehead. “Because I—” She flung her head to one side. “I need—ohhh, I don’t know what I need!”
Rhett leaned in, grabbing her scalp to realign her gaze up. “I know, little peach. I know.” Without any other assurance, he swiveled back toward Rebel. “That’s it. No more of that teasy-taunting-mamby-pamby bullshit. Fuck her with it, Moon. Ram her like you want to with your cock.”
“Shit.” Brynna gritted her teeth and rocked her head back. “Oh, shit.”
A slow grin lifted his lips. “What Double-Oh wants…”
On his first thrust in, she screamed.
On his second, she moaned.
On his third, she gasped. Snapped her head back up, gaping at them both, as Reb continued stuffing in the pink plaything, over and over, learning quickly what angle dilated her eyes the most, made her pussy seep the wettest, dug her heels deeper into the mattress.
And made her swear the filthiest.
Yeah…that was the best part of all.
“Fuck! Ohhhh, fuck me. So good…it’s so deep and so, so good. Rebel. Rebel. Rebel! Do it to me again. Please. Please!”
“Do what?” Wait. Rhett’s murmur, like a drill officer crossed with a Zen master…that was the best part. “You know what we need, peach. Total communication. Tell him exactly what you want him to do, beautiful.”
“I—I want him to keep fucking me like this.”
“Like what?”
“Like this, damn it. Putting that plug into my ass, just like that. Oh, crap, just…like…ohhhh! Please, don’t stop. Don’t stop!”
Rebel grinned. “Sounds like a very good plan to me.”
Rhett added his smile. “You’re perfect, sweetheart. Open so wide like this for us…giving everything you have to us.”
Despite the steady thrusts Reb kept giving, she blinked up at Rhett as if emerging from a thick fog. “Amazing,” she rasped. “I’ve never felt this good before…so deep inside.”
Rhett angled back toward her. Brushed strands of hair off her gleaming forehead before penetrating a deep gaze into her eyes. “Welcome to learning the wonders of deep anal, sweetheart.”
Her lips turned up like a kid who’d tasted candy for the first time. “So this is what all the fuss is about.”
Rhett laughed softly. Rebel probably should’ve joined him but the grin splitting his face wouldn’t acquiesce by an inch. Without faltering his pace, he stared long and hard at her. Vowed to seal the memory of her face, just like this, on his mind forever. He needed to remember the gift she’d given him, far beyond her submission. The gift of her awe. Her wonder. Her total focus on the moment itself. In her awkwardness, she was dazzling. In her openness, she exploded his mind. Her newness had let him experience it all as brand-new, too.
But in many ways, hadn’t it felt like this on the plane ride, too?
Would it always be this way with her?
No. There’s no always here, man. You don’t know even know how to do second dates, let alone always.
In a nutshell, he had to treasure every last moment of this.
With fucking gusto.
Harder and harder he pumped the plug. Tighter and tighter her body closed around it. Her whimpers began again in earnest, as her body pitched and rolled beneath him.
“Goddamn,” he gritted.
“No shit.” Rhett’s teeth were locked just as tight.
“Tu me rends fou, ma belle. You’re so close, aren’t you? You need to come for me, don’t you?”
She panted hard. Licked her lips in frantic swipes. “Yes. Oh yes, I need to—I want to—but—God—it’s gripping me from the inside, and I don’t know how to process—”
“Ssshhh.” Rhett kissed her hard, quelling her sudden and obvious distress, but that didn’t stop the tears it loosened. He dragged up, looking once more to Reb. Good fucking chance their stares were mirrors, filled with the same conclusion. Brynn didn’t know how to process the next step. And why should she? Prior to a minute ago, anal had probably been good but not awesome for her, a necessity to be tolerated, not a pleasure to be celebrated.
It was going to be damn fun to open her mind.
He openly questioned Rhett with his gaze while sliding the plug deep in her ass again. Didn’t mind lingering over the view, either. He and Rhett Lorimer Lange had traveled across the world and back with each other, but the last hour had taken them farther than all those miles combined. This…was a different galaxy. They’d landed in such a different place than what he’d imagined or expected, especially after their bitter fight in the kitchen and the setback of this morning. Yet here they were, in a connection despite dysfunction, a bond so twisted and strange and weird, making as much sense as borrowing steak knives from Edward Scissorhands. But did it matter? Their cuts were theirs and no one else’s. Who cared who’d plunged the hilt or dealt the pain? He’d eagerly bleed for this man.
The pledge deepened his dedication to the next task.
“Leave the plug right there. Then take your cock and give her the orgasm she’s worked so hard for.”
He extended a rubber fresh from the packet—again, seemingly from thin air and again, nothing Reb cared to question—which got rolled on fast, despite fingers that burned beneath the heat of the man’s stare. This was crazy. How many times had they been bare-assed together, in locker rooms and barracks and even tanks, boats, and planes? But nude wasn’t naked. Right now, for the very first time, he was truly naked for Rhett Lange.
And never wanted to be covered up again.
And sure as hell refused to be ashamed about it anymore.
The resolution lifted him off his haunches. Reb widened the brace of his knees on the mattress, lending his posture even more power—forcing Rhett to get naked, too. He didn’t give a crap if the guy kept every stitch of his clothes on but damn it, Rhett was going to bare his spiritual nads, even if it had to happen thread by thread.
Bleed with me, Double-Oh. Goddammit…please.
“Oh…wow.” The assertion burst from the gorgeous redhead sprawled beneath him. With honeyed heat in her eyes, Brynn added, “Dear God, Rebel. You’re—”
“Beautiful.” The interjection was
a fusion of misery and ecstasy from Rhett’s throat. And it should have been enough. But if Rebel was the kind to settle for enough, he’d still be sitting on that rotting porch between Father and the hooch, staring at the gators slicing through the swamp slime. So he went for it. Pushed his fucking luck.
Fisted the base of his shaft, making it leap like a thing alive.
Touch me.
Rhett hissed softly. Swallowed deeply.
Damn you, Lange. Just do it. Just once. Please…please. Touch me.
For an instant, the risk was worth it. For that one perfect moment, the man cast off the shutters on his gaze—and let Reb see his truth. His desire. His blood.
Before he slammed the shutters back down, as vehemently as possible. “Get on with it.” More words torn from the depths of his throat, this time skipping any pleasantry. Rebel went for impulse too, spreading a cocky grin, hoping the fucker held until he could extract the boot he’d lodged up his own ass.
Fine. You strained the boundaries and got bounced. Those were the odds, asshole. You knew that going in. Why the fuck did you expect anything different? Time to stow it, soldier—and give your cock to someone who’s going to appreciate it.
His smile kicked a little higher. He regarded Rhett for a long, heated moment. Finally started working a hand over his dick, pausing every few minutes to squeeze over the crown. “Get to it?” He clutched in, pinching pre-come into the condom, letting the man see every inch of arousal across his face. “With. Extreme. Pleasure.”
You want to admire from afar, Mr. Lange? Then admire this.
He shoved his thighs apart to widen her some more, while nudging his throbbing crown against her pouting slit. He knew damn well what this was going to look like from Rhett’s point of view. Knew that the bastard would see his cock stretching her entrance, his balls pounding the pink toy in her ass. He hoped to God that every second was a torture for the man, too.
“You ready, minette?”
