by Angel Payne
Brynna shivered. “Yes. God, yes!”
“Then hold on tight. This is going to be a rough ride.”
She lifted her legs a little higher, securing them around his waist. “Promise?”
The laugh she induced was the perfect warmth to reconnect him with his lust. He was already hard as a piston thinking about this command performance for Rhett, but her passion was the right jab of lightning in this amazing erotic storm. “I promise.” He snarled it into her ear, inducing her legs tighter, her hips higher. “Fuck,” he rasped. “Oui. Oh, oui, ma cher. Tu miaou est vraiment étroi.”
She sighed. “If you just told me I taste like chicken, forget about the translation.”
He chuckled. Teased his tongue along her neck, his dick deeper into her passage. “It means you have a magnificent cunt.”
She arched her torso up. “It’s yours to fill. To fuck. Please!”
“Keep up with that poetic license, and I can’t guarantee I’ll try to be Mr. Gentle Minstrel about this.”
“Minstrels are boring.” She dug her heels into his spine, running them up and down the vertebrae, causing her pussy lips to give his stalk the hottest massage he’d ever experienced. “I prefer pirates.”
“Well…aye.” He reveled in the spellbinding copper candle glow of her irises. “And what a fine, sexy little galley wench ye are for it, too.”
A giggle tumbled from her. She cut into it with a high gasp as he pushed his luck again—ramming all the way inside her with one decisive lunge.
“Holy…crap!”
Sometimes, pounding at the boundaries worked. In all the best, breath-robbing ways.
His invasion jacked her head back more. Pumped her carotid against the taut column of her neck. Rushed new blood into the hard berries that tipped her breasts, straining higher and higher toward him.
“Crap,” she repeated. “Ohhhh, it—”
“Hurts?” Rebel supplied.
Her forehead creased. “Yeah.”
He suckled the edge of her jaw. Ground his cock in deeper. “You were the one who wanted to be filled, cher.”
“Shut. Up.”
He felt Rhett before he saw him, moving back in like a sensual wraith. But he halted at the edge of their peripherals, silently hovering, steadily breathing, dancing on the edge of completely creepy with his behavior—if it wasn’t for the raw sexual force he zapped into every molecule of the air. The effect was so potent, it was like a fourth person in the room. Rebel sure as hell wasn’t one to turn down a good orgy.
And hell…was this good.
“You’ll take him, Brynna.” Oh yeah…so damn good. No, better than that. Rhett was someone more than their voyeur, more than their lover, more than their Dom. He was a spirit, infusing them with more of his unique sexual power. “You’ll take him,” he dictated once more. “All of him. And you’ll take the plug, as well. You’ll keep being filled and fucked and used, until we say you’re finished—just because it pleases us.”
Rebel bent in, smashing her lips in open sexual need. “You bet your sweet, sore ass it does.”
She moaned, seemingly in protest, but didn’t fool either of them. Her vagina and ass responded to their filthy praise like vises, heatedly milking everything stuffed into them. Everything. Rebel grunted hard, clenching his thighs and ass, ordering his cock to keep the climax bottled, at least for a few more minutes.
Not…yet…
His shaft thrummed with pressure. His balls bobbed heavily, pounding with fresh heat every time they slid against the stem of the plug, reminding him of how deep he filled her with every hard stroke. More than anything, he craved to let it all go and pump everything into her, but he needed every incredible memory he could soak out of this moment. She looked too amazing beneath him, arms spread, hair fanned, cheeks flushed, lips swollen…a pinup girl only better. A fuckable fantasy come true.
“So perfect. Yeah, so pleasing.” While the words were tender and praising, Rhett shifted away, to the edge of the futon once more. Rebel couldn’t help a dark scowl. Wrong direction, damn it.
The payoff was worth it. Finally—thank fuck—the man rasped the air by dropping his pants.
Rebel jerked his head around. No way was he keeping his eyes to himself now.
Brynna clearly concurred. She, too, looked over with an eager whimper. The sound intensified as she roamed her stare over Rhett’s hulking nudity. Hell, yes. She was a lioness in heat, unfurling the sound like a ravenous growl until letting it erupted into a throaty snarl—
Just as Rhett took his erection in hand.
“Yesssss,” she whispered.
“Goddamn,” Rhett gritted.
“Holy fuck,” Rebel uttered.
Rhett stroked himself from balls to crown. Then again…and again. Rebel joined Brynn in being hypnotized by the sight, honing on the stunning contrast of those broad, powerful fingers against the rigid purple flesh. He couldn’t help smiling when realizing Rhett timed his rhythm to every thrust he gave Brynn.
Damn. Damn. This really was happening. All of it. Both of them. Brynn, with that stare and those tits and her tight paradise of a pussy. Rhett, with his stare and those abs and that broad, magnificent cock. But beyond that, the wonderment across both their faces, too—knowing they’d been hit by the same jolt of amazement and surge of arousal.
He was going to remember this fuck for a very long time.
“It feels so good.” Brynn’s murmur, hoarse with awe, betrayed how much she agreed with that. “Here, with both of you…yeah, so damn good. I really want to please you both. I—I really…need to.”
She winced while faltering over the last of it. Her confusion was adorable—and understandable. Rebel leaned over, pressing a palm to her cheek, compelled to reassure her. She’d carved a special little place inside him before today. It wasn’t so little anymore. And a hell of a lot more special.
“Ma petite chatte.” The entendre was a grate, vibrating the air between their mouths. “How you amaze me. How you please both of us…” He slid his thumb over, pushing in to make her jaw open for him. “So much.”
Her high sigh pulled him down, sealing their mouths once more. God, yes…she was so soft, so giving, full of such passionate surrender. He had to have even more, and he took it: conquered her tongue with long rolls, passionate sucks, and hard stabs, drinking in her desire as his own raced through his blood, thundered up his cock.
Deeper.
Hotter.
Faster.
More. He needed even more.
Especially as he felt Rhett’s need for the same. Heard it, in the man’s rougher masturbation. Inhaled it, as his friend’s wild musk blended with the nectar of Brynn’s sex.
The cloud of his lust thickened. In less than a minute, it damn near choked him and sure as hell possessed him. Still, he needed more. He twisted his hips harder, gaining deeper impact on the velvety depths of her body. Brynn flung back screams of ecstasy, trying to intersperse with words but babbling half-syllables, instead. Her head flailed against the cushion, turning her hair into gorgeous tangles. Her breasts quivered for him, their tips erect and flawless. Her arms began to shake. Inch by inch, her grip slipped on the cushion. Fuck, yeah. He was screwing the strength right out of her—and in its place, filling her with the pliant, passive joy of letting her Dom take complete control.
Rebel’s gratitude was boundless. He kissed it into her mouth. Fucked it into her cunt. And locked it over her limbs. One, two. It was so easy—and so damn perfect—to reach and pin her wrists beneath his hands. She agreed and let him know so, releasing a long moan against his lips.
“That’s it,” he growled, his mind surrender to blinding heat of its own. “Let it all go, cher. Let me do the driving now. You’re such a good little girl. So fucking perfect. Let it all go.”
Her sigh fanned his mouth, remnants of toothpaste mingling with the hot salt of her desire. “Yes, Sir.”
He rewarded her with a smile, just before biting her jawline. When he got to
the sensitive skin beneath her ear, he sank his teeth in harder. “This is exactly what he wants, Brynna. To see my cock driving into you, pushing at all your walls. Listen to him, jerking himself off. He’s watching everything I do to you, and getting harder from it. Can you hear him rubbing his cock? Can you feel the pleasure your exquisite body is giving both of us?”
“Oh, God.” It was a sparse choke, strangled by the force of her lust. Rebel wasn’t surprised. Her walls squeezed around him, agonized in the wait for their final release. “Oh, damn,” she rasped. “Yes. Yes, I can hear him.”
“Me, too. It turns me way the hell on, bébé.” He secured their gazes. Her classic features were sheened in sweat and alive with passion. If this was even half of how gorgeous Helen of Troy was, no wonder men sacrificed armies for her. “It’s going to make him even happier to see you milk my cock with your orgasm.”
“Yes.” She gasped. “Oh, yes please!”
Rebel yanked her arms forward, securing them to the mattress at her sides so he could rear up, allowing her to watch his dick each time he slid it into her pussy. It wasn’t the only benefit of the new position. Amazing, what shifting a little weight could do to the penetration of an anal plug. Her head jolted up. Her mouth popped open all the way. Her pussy visibly shuddered.
“Fuck. Me. Ohhhhh!”
Rebel chuckled lowly. “It’s good, oui?”
Her face crunched as she tried to laugh past a wince. “Full,” she finally stammered. “So full…so tight…”
“And so good,” he crooned. “Vous êtes si belle, ma minette. Being fucked like this…all your holes filled…”
“Not all of them.”
The interjection overjoyed as much as shocked—though he opted for focusing on the former for now. He watched, savoring the view of sinew and strength, as Rhett climbed back onto the bed and leaned close to Brynn’s head. One of the man’s huge hands glided over her face then back into her hair. She mewled as Rhett pulled on the strands, the sound intensifying as he coiled them tighter. Rebel wove a gritted moan into the mix. Every time Rhett torqued on her hair, her sex clutched harder at his cock. Sensing Rhett’s next move, he shifted his hands inward, bracing her hip with one and thumbing her clit with the other.
The moment he made contact, her mouth dropped open again. She began a gasp—but never finished.
Her breath was cut short by the invasion of Rhett’s cock.
Rebel grunted hard.
Brynna groaned deep.
Rhett rumbled in satisfaction. “Now her holes are filled.”
Rebel’s ass clenched. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping the blackness behind his lids would lend a moment of control for his cock, but it was no use. The scene of erotic perfection called him back, consumed his vision. The pink plug still stuffed in Brynna’s ass. His iron-hard shaft, parting her swollen pussy. And now Rhett’s sex too, using her mouth for its carnal fulfillment.
He wasn’t going to last long. Brynn sobbed deep in her throat, betraying the precarious hold on her sanity. If that wasn’t confirmation enough, her walls tremored violently around every inch of his throbbing length.
“She’s close.” He tossed a glance to Rhett. Just a glance, lest he lose his shit there and then. The man had never looked so fucking hot. One knee was slotted to the curve of Brynn’s shoulder, the other was hitched over the back of the futon. The tree trunk he called a cock hung nearly straight down into Brynn’s mouth, stabbing her lips with an unrelenting pace. “And damn it, so am I.”
Rhett looked up, too.
Rebel groaned. So much for fleeting glances now. Even if he’d wanted to look away he couldn’t have—as Rhett ripped his hand free from Brynn’s hair and drove it into his, instead.
His scalp ignited with fire. His balls flamed like rocket boosters. Imagine that; they felt damn similar to the flames in the depths of Rhett’s eyes.
“Do it.” Rhett’s command was as merciless as his grip, setting a pounding pace for Reb’s body. “Do. It.”
The fires engulfed him more.
Rebel didn’t blink.
Lust crashed through his blood.
Rebel didn’t falter.
The come surged up his cock.
Rebel didn’t breathe.
Rhett yanked harder on his head. “Look at me.” His nostrils flared, his chest lurched. “Give it to her but look at me. Show it all to me.”
The cataclysm hit.
Every scalding drop of come exploded from Rebel’s cock, draining him, shaking him, consuming him. He pumped and pumped, his mind spinning, his chest thundering—but as soon as he slowed, Rhett burst with a vicious snarl, pulling on him even harder.
“Uh-uh. More, Moonstormer. You have more.”
“Rhett.” He attempted a similar growl it but his throat was parched. Humping a ruck forty miles would have drained him less.
“Please. More.”
Brynna’s desperate moan was a bittersweet endorsement for the point. Reb sure as hell never intended to leave her unfulfilled, but the new clenches of her body were unmistakable in their siren song, coaxing something strange and hot and shocking from deep inside his body. Just as he’d commanded Brynn to do, he let the feeling in. Groaned as it pumped up his dick again, forcing heat back to his throbbing head. Though he had only a few more drops left, the intensity in his cock was surreal. He lunged harder than ever into Brynna, giving her every last drive of his hardness, every last roll of his hips.
“Holy…fuck.” He grated the words between labored huffs.
“That’s it.” The words thrummed from Rhett, hot and heavy and seductive, as he curled fingers tighter, driving the pace with his hold on Reb’s hair. “Fuck into her. Deeper. Deeper. Give her every drop.”
Rebel lifted his head. Impaled his stare right back into those breathtaking blues. “You, too. Do it, goddammit.” He leaned in, sliding fingers down both sides of Brynn’s cheeks, until his hand framed the bottom of her jaw. “Open up, mon chou. Rhett’s going to come in your mouth…as you come all over my cock.”
His declaration unlocked the last reserves for them both.
Brynn screamed around Rhett’s flesh. He, in turn, moaned hard, his hand slipping away from Rebel’s head. His balls drew in. His cock swelled. His seed spilled down into her, answered by her erotic cry. Her throat convulsed as she swallowed his come deep.
The sight was so incredible, it damn near hurt to look, but Rebel forced his gaze to stay fixed and his thoughts to remain lucid. He needed to remember this. Every amazing moment of it.
Rhett slipped free from Brynna and dropped back against the cushion, still breathing like he’d humped the ruck for forty. Rebel took the opening to slant back in and kiss her, nobility only half his motivation. He needed to taste Rhett’s essence in her mouth—not that Brynn hadn’t figured it out already, clearly proven by her sweet smile as she opened her lips and offered her tongue to him.
He kissed her gently.
Then not so gently.
His mouth filled with a mixture as complex as a fine wine. Sexy and musky, a little spicy…and a lot intimate. He hoped his gratitude flowed through his stare, because he wasn’t sure he had words to touch it. Could she see all of it? Did she comprehend the scope of what she’d just given to Rhett and him…the walls she’d helped them crumble? Barricades that might have taken years to breach, if ever. She’d done that by letting them see her courage; by looking at her submissiveness despite how it terrified her, and coming through on the other side with new parts of her soul uncovered.
She inspired him.
Moved him.
Humbled him.
And tore him apart from the inside out, as she rolled away and burst into tears.
Chapter Twelve
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“CHER.” HE MURMURED it into her hair while pressing to her from the back, as Rhett slid in to cover from the front. To his massive relief, she didn’t resist their crowding—and for the moment, that was all he needed to know. “It’s all right,” he
reassured. “Let it out. As much as you need. As long as you need to.”
She eagerly took him up on that. As she sobbed harder into Rhett’s chest, the guy cast a grateful glance over her shoulder. Clearly, he was in equally strange territory as Brynn—tempting Reb to the brink of a laugh. Sometimes being a man-slut had its advantages. Being best friends with one’s cock made it easier to figure out how others connected with theirs—not that Mr. Manners here was too difficult a case. Rhett liked his D/s dynamic so formal, it edged on the same pompous protocols as the royal court of his mother’s land. But while the guy declared it all added “meaning”, it was really just a way of keeping distance. Meaning meant messy—and since everything they’d just done had decimated Rebel’s psyche, he could only guess at the storm damage in Double-Oh’s brain.
And Brynn’s reaction? Probably the healthiest he’d ever seen. He continued telling her as much, repeating his praise in different forms. He stroked her body in long, reassuring caresses, saving the strength of his gaze for the man who still looked like he stood in Times Square with his pants down. And wouldn’t that be a wonderful sight to see—except for the part about sharing the magnificence of the man’s cock with twenty thousand tourists. Though he had no right, Reb was feeling bizarrely possessive about that cock right now—and took no measures to hide that particular sentiment, either.
Rhett averted his eyes. Fast.
With a weeping woman on his chest, he didn’t have to look too far. Instantly, his face suffused with tenderness. “Our sweet little peach.” He brushed a hand to Brynn’s cheek. “You all right?”
She sniffled. “I…don’t know. I’m really upside-down.”
“Upside-down is okay.” Reb purposely picked the nuts and bolts tone. It wasn’t as pretty as Rhett’s hearts and flowers, but just as necessary. Maybe more so. The truth would sink in better if delivered straight. “And totally normal too,” he added.
Rhett quirked a brow but didn’t say anything. He didn’t have to. Brynn launched into the dirty work, returning to her back, lobbing up a laugh of pure indictment. “Normal, hmm? Because you’ve run some Rebel Stafford ‘test studies’ on this shit?”
