by Jenesi Ash
“Finally.” Turning toward her, Joe reached into the neckline of her dress, slid his fingers beneath her bra and brushed her nipple. “You’re ours, aren’t you, Chloe? Our girl now, so beautiful like this.”
She gasped as Walker’s grip on her wrists grew firmer. He pulled her arms tighter, straighter. He leaned down and placed a soft kiss on her clavicle. “Isn’t she?” he murmured, his voice a rich breath on her skin.
Biting her lip, she tried not to moan as Joe pulled her nipple between his fingers and pinched. “Just as lovely as we thought.”
The elevator continued to rise as Walker’s other hand moved over her lower body. She closed her eyes, trembling as his hand lightly skimmed her waist, her hips, her thigh. He reached under her skirt to glide his fingertips over the elastic of her panties. “Hmm,” he murmured against her skin. “What color are these?”
“Red,” she gasped.
“Nice. My favorite color.” His hand slid inside the lace and finally! Finally his finger, his knuckle, so strong, so warm, was touching her, fingering her. She was so wet she was almost embarrassed. But that didn’t stop her from widening her stance a bit, urging him on. She bit harder on her lip before she begged him to finger-fuck her. Not yet. She wouldn’t beg yet.
The elevator stopped. Walker withdrew his hand from her panties, but did not release her wrists. With a firm hold he directed her down the hallway, their footsteps silent on the thick carpet.
He hadn’t straightened her panties; they were still twisted to the side. The discomfort rubbed at her hypersensitive flesh as the men marched her toward their room.
The casino was huge, the hall seemed never ending. By the time they reached the door to room 3525 she was in a daze, ready for anything. She wanted to come right there in the hallway. It would have been so easy for Walker to lift her up, push her against the wall and dry-fuck her. Even through his jeans, the feel of his cock against her sex would send her over the edge, she was sure of it.
But Joe was pulling a card out of his pocket and then they were inside. The minute the door shut, Walker released her, pushed her back against the heavy wood and slammed himself against her body.
His mouth was on hers, his lips devouring her in a way that seemed primal, hungry. She responded by wrapping her hands around his neck and urging him deeper. Everything seemed to fade away under Walker’s touch.
Want coursed through her and she pressed against him. His erection was rock hard and pushing at her thigh, just inches from where she wanted it—
“Isn’t she remarkable?”
Walker pulled away and took a deep, ragged breath. For just a second she had forgotten about Joe, and as she watched Walker run his hand over his shaggy hair she wondered if he had, too.
But that was impossible.
“I had to kiss her.” He smiled at her, took her hand and led her from the door.
Joe grinned. “I know exactly how you feel. She’s as good as we imagined.”
Fuck, but she loved it when they talked about her like this, like she was theirs. After all she’d done to prove her worth in a chauvinistic field it seemed monumentally wrong to get off on letting them treat her like a possession. And yet, right then it was exactly what she wanted. Shaking the thoughts from her head, she followed Walker as he flipped a light switch, led her deeper into the room.
Or suite, she marveled as she took in the spacious accommodation. Through a set of French doors she saw a dark leather sofa and a coffee table. The space in which the three of them currently stood housed the bed, one upholstered wingback chair and a few bland accent tables.
What struck her was the glaring lack of clothing, suitcases or anything else that would indicate someone was actually staying there. So. They’d booked this room just for this. It seemed like such a sordid thing to do.
An erotic thrill washed over her.
She stared at the bed. Covered in a loud floral brocade duvet, it was enormous. It seemed to take up the entire room. She stood there for a minute, staring at the king-size invitation.
Now what? Should she start stripping? Get on the bed? Wait for them to kiss her? Kiss each other?
Would they kiss? The thought stilled her. Thrilled her. In all her fantasies she’d been the center of attention, the star of the show. She hadn’t thought about them, what they would be doing to each other.
But then Joe had her in his arms, was kissing her, directing her backward toward the bed. He followed her down onto the mattress, covering her body with his.
His kiss was so much different from Walker’s. Softer, less demanding. Slow and sensual. The contrast made everything real somehow, solidified what she was about to do.
Out of the corner or her eye she caught Walker on the blue chair. He was watching again. Watching as Joe pulled up her dress, exposing her legs, her thighs and the twisted red panties.
Her pulse beat a steady rhythm in her ears as he tugged the fabric up over her hips. It should have been strange. It should have felt odd to have Joe lifting her dress over her breasts, her shoulders, taking her nipple into his mouth through the lace of her bra while another man sat in a chair, looking on. But as he pulled her dress over her head, she thought back to previous lovers and realized she’d never felt so at ease, so comfortable. So excited. She wanted them, both of them. She wanted to be filled with them.
“Take off your bra.” Walker kicked off his shoes, leaned back in his chair.
Her hands shook as she obeyed. Lying on the polyester duvet, the soft glow of the chandelier illuminating the fact that she wore only damp panties and come-fuck-me shoes, she felt beautiful. Beautifully flamboyant.
Leaning over her, Joe kissed her rib cage, his soft lips tickling her skin. He went lower to her panties, pulled them down her thighs, her calves, over the black pumps. He threw the scrap of silk onto the floor.
Shivering, she locked her gaze on Walker’s. Joe spread her legs wide, opening her. “Stunning,” he murmured.
She jumped when she felt his fingers on her damp flesh, exploring her pussy lips. Instinctively, she wanted to close her eyes, but Walker would not release her from his stare.
She began to squirm as Joe stroked her cunt, played with her until she was bucking against him, gasping. Then he was sliding his fingertips across her sex to the part of her body that was begging to be filled.
She wanted him to fuck her, to ram his fingers into her as Walker watched. But she bit her lip, quivering as she held back. She wanted to plead, but she wasn’t there; she couldn’t let go like that. Not yet.
But she was so close.
She was losing herself to Joe’s touch and her skin burned under Walker’s gaze. Sensation overwhelmed her, possessed her. When Joe tapped her clit with a flick of his finger she writhed on the bed, kicked out her legs, silently begged him to put his mouth there.
He didn’t. He flicked her again, a prick of pain that she welcomed. She took her breasts in her hands, pinched her own nipples.
Walker’s eyes went dark.
Finally Joe put his warm mouth to her needy clit, licking and sucking until her head swam from pleasure. She had to tear her eyes off Walker as she moaned. “Oh, my God!”
She was going to come, right there while Walker looked on.
She grabbed her knees, spread her legs wide, as wide as she could. She came with a guttural scream, her entire body shattering nerve by nerve.
Joe didn’t let her go until her breathing had slowed. When she opened her eyes she found both men staring at her. If she thought they looked hungry earlier, it was nothing compared to now. Now they wanted to devour her. She understood their need. Spasms still shook the very center of her, yet she was not satisfied. She wanted more.
“Joe?” Walker raised a brow at the man between her legs.
“Yeah?”
“We’re not done with her.”
A tremor ran through her. Yes. Talk about me like I belong to you because I do, tonight I do.
Joe’s green eyes glistened up at her. �
��No. We definitely aren’t done with you.” He stood, faced Walker. Her heart pounded as she watched the men come together.
She couldn’t breathe. Walker. Every inch of him radiated control and domination. The clench of his fist, his unblinking gaze, the way he ordered Joe to stand.
Shaking, she watched as Walker closed in on the other man. He grabbed Joe’s head and lowered his mouth to his. They kissed. Her pussy ached, her breath caught. A rush of envy ripped through her; she didn’t want to be left out of their interaction a second longer.
And yet her voice failed her. She’d never seen anything like Joe and Walker’s kiss. Tender yet harsh, beautiful and strong. Her hand fluttered to land on her belly and she itched to go lower.
Watching this intimate act between them sent a powerful erotic thrill through her; brought forth an incredible desire to reach between her legs and relieve herself. Because she knew how Joe felt; she knew exactly what it was like to succumb to Walker’s command, knew firsthand what it was like to melt under his touch.
And then Walker stepped back, releasing Joe.
Joe looked slightly dazed as he dropped into Walker’s abandoned chair. He yanked his black T-shirt over his head and threw it onto the floor. Her face heated. How strange to see his naked chest after all these months, after what they’d done. She couldn’t stop herself from staring. He was too beautiful.
“Chloe?”
She turned her gaze to the second man in the room. He’d also removed his shirt. While she appreciated Joe’s beauty, Walker took her breath away. So masculine, with his broad shoulders and ripped torso. Built in that way surfers were, long and lean, his sinewy muscles moving under his tanned skin as he approached her.
And he was Walker. That simple fact made her heartbeat quicken.
“Come here.”
Shivering, she scooted down on the bed. She wondered if this was how it was going to go, if they were going to take turns with her. Fine. She wanted them to use her, to pleasure themselves with her body. She didn’t care how they took her. She simply wanted to be taken.
Walker flipped her over onto her stomach. He pulled her down a few inches until her knees dropped nearly to the floor. She felt his hands on her skin, her lower back, her ass.
“You’re so fucking beautiful.”
His words and his touch went right to her gut. So beautiful. She believed him.
She heard a zipper and the sound of Walker shedding his jeans. Then the tearing of foil. A condom. She lifted her ass a bit, giving herself over because she needed to feel him inside of her. Fucking her. It was Joe’s turn to watch.
Then another sound, this time liquidy. When she opened her eyes she saw that Joe had removed his pants, too. He was palming himself slowly, taking his time. And he was staring at Walker, at Walker’s hands.
She felt Walker’s fingers along the cleft of her ass, slick with lubrication. Her legs began to shake, her pulse went crazy.
“This is what you wanted, right?”
She nodded.
His touch became unyielding, circling her anus. “Tell me. Tell us.”
“Yes,” she breathed. “It’s what I want. Both of you.”
“You want both of us to what?”
Her sex ached from what she craved. “I want both of you to fuck me.” The words hung in the air.
She watched Joe’s fist, the way he stroked his cock up and down, caressing the taut, pink skin. His eyes were dark, dilated. The sight of him was stunning, made her moan.
“Good.” Walker’s fingers were gone, replaced by something bigger and rock hard. His cock was pushing at her, pushing inside of her. Filling her.
“You okay?”
She fisted the covers beside her head. “Yes.”
His hand was soft yet solid on her hip. “That’s our girl.”
Deeper. A wave of erotic ecstasy washed over her as he stretched the very inside of her body. Full. So strange, this feeling. So good, better than her fantasies. She cried out as he went deeper still, his legs firm and strong behind her thighs.
Her gaze drifted back over to Joe. His hand was a blur of motion as he stroked himself. She listened to his breathing, fast and getting faster. Their eyes met and she wanted to come from the intimacy of it all. It didn’t matter that he was a good six feet away; Walker controlled Joe as he did her.
She groaned as Walker’s fingers snaked around to her clit, rubbing her until she was screaming for him to fuck her harder, fuck her harder in the ass.
A sense of relief flooded over her. Now she could let go, Walker made it safe. She wanted to feel him in the deepest parts of her body.
“Please.” She’d never begged like this, never given herself over. He had total control of her. And Joe.
“Hold on.” His hands gripped her around the waist. Then he picked her right up off the floor, lifting her as though she weighed nothing. He held her against his chest, her back sinking into his solid torso. He shifted until his hands supported her beneath her thighs. Her feet dangled in the air as he pulled out then slid back into her. He did it again and again. They faced Joe, gave him a wide-open show.
Her mind descended into a dreamlike world where fantasy melded with reality. She was totally exposed and yet so completely free. It was easy, too easy. She never wanted it to end.
Throwing her head back against Walker’s shoulder, she let him spread her, his arms under her knees holding her wide open as he fucked her ass, held her up, spread her apart. So much strength in him, to hold her like that.
Joe groaned as he kicked his legs out, brought his palm to the glistening tip of his penis and rubbed his fingers into his pre-come. He used his own natural lubrication to ease his hand down over his rigid erection, pumping himself, and she couldn’t keep her eyes off his cock because she wanted it, wanted it inside of her. Now.
Joe rolled a condom onto himself and stood. That pounding want in her core increased with each step he took toward them. He was coming to her, to them.
Stepping between her legs, he pressed his erection between her legs. She groaned when the hardness of him connected with her wet pussy, and was thankful for Walker’s secure stance.
Joe took her chin in his fingers and kissed her. The room spun as he nipped at her lips, licked her.
Then they were sinking. Walker lay back on the bed, and she straddled him. A powerful erotic rush overcame her as she lifted herself up, then sank her ass back down onto his cock. She could barely believe what she was doing, riding a man like this as another man watched.
She met Joe’s eyes and a rush of power came over her. She loved knowing that at that moment she was the one in charge, that the control had been given to her.
She wanted more. “Come here.”
A thrill coursed through when he obeyed.
His eyes were bright as he climbed onto the bed and joined them. He kissed her clit, her pubic bone, her stomach. Walker leaned back on the bed, and she lifted her hips a fraction, watched as his long, strong legs tensed at the movement. Her own legs shook around his steady thighs. She moaned when Joe kissed her breast, took a nipple between his teeth and bit. She gasped at the sharp pain and silently begged him to do it harder.
She could not believe this was happening and yet she’d never experienced anything so genuine, so real.
“Please.” She couldn’t wait. So much leading up to this minute, she couldn’t delay one more second. “Please.”
Joe climbed higher until he was between her legs, his beautiful cock pressing against her swollen cunt, his legs settling between her wide-open thighs. She tilted her pelvis, encouraged him in. Walker gasped beneath her, his skin slick on hers.
She cried out when Joe thrust himself into her, filling her. The sensation of being penetrated by two men at once made her scream from pleasure, and when Joe pulled out and slid into her again she nearly came.
“Not yet,” Walker whispered into her ear.
Taking a deep breath, she watched as Joe braced his arms on either side of Walk
er’s shoulders. It was then that Joe found his rhythm, and she wanted to come so badly each time he drove into her, but Walker held her hips still.
Joe’s gaze was locked beyond her shoulder. He was watching Walker’s face as he fucked her. Oh, God.
“I’m going to come.” Her limbs went liquid, tears stung her eyes. It was too intense, too much. She couldn’t take it….
Walker brushed her hair behind her ear. “No,” he murmured. His voice was soft and commanding all at once. Yes, he’d taken charge once again and she loved it.
She closed her eyes, fought the tremors that swam just outside the very core of her body. The men moved inside her, she felt their balls meeting between her legs, coming together each time they drove into her.
Her voice. It didn’t sound like her voice at all. It was low, throaty and moaning as she begged.
Her skin. Slick, shiny. Hot.
Too much…
Walker had her nipple between his thumb and forefinger, was twisting and tugging. And when Joe leaned down and took her nipple into his mouth, sucking the tip that Walker held out for him, her body went rigid.
“Please, Walker. Please.”
“Okay, baby. Come for us now.”
She threw her legs open, so wide, until her heels skirted the edge of the bed.
“Yes. Fuck.” She could barely believe that raspy voice was hers.
Walker’s fingers were still on her nipple as Joe reached between their bodies to her clit. He pulled on her sensitive flesh and it was over. The climax rolled over her, and even as every nerve exploded the men continued to fuck her, harder, until she lay between them, limp and exhausted.
She loved them like this, using her for their pleasure. Loved watching Joe’s green eyes as he thrust one final time into her. Loved feeling the slick skin of Walker’s chest against her back as he bucked beneath her.
The three of them were like one fluid piece. And when they were inside of her she’d never felt so whole.
CHAPTER THREE
A MONTAGE OF BLURRY SOUNDS AND IMAGES swirled before her heavy-lidded eyes: a faucet turning, steam from a shower, the low murmur of male voices.
