by TL Reeve
“I’m not ready to eat yet.” She went to her knees in front of Duncan, determination filling her beautiful brown eyes.
“Bella.” Fuck. The desperate sound he made would only encourage her.
Enzo reappeared, dressed in a pair of low fitting jeans and no shirt. Duncan cherished the young man’s body as he had Bella’s when she got out of bed. The jeans hung low on his narrow hips, showing the tight cut of muscles in and around his groin.
“Don’t poke the bear, hermosa,” Enzo warned, joining them in the kitchenette.
Bella gave a seductive smile and unabashedly admitted, “I like when he pokes though, Papi. It’s good.”
Enzo shook his head before leaning down to capture her lips in a morning kiss. “You good?” Like Duncan, he’d been concerned about Bella.
“I’m good. I promise. However, I want to suck Master Duncan’s cock. He won’t let me.” The pout on her lips had Duncan biting back a chuckle.
“No, I won’t.”
Enzo nodded then turned his attention to Duncan. “Would you mind toasting one for me?”
Duncan smiled. “Already in the oven.” He gestured to the free stool. “Have a seat.”
Bella shrieked in frustration. “Why won’t you play with me? I ache for you. Both of you.”
Duncan flicked his gaze to Enzo who gave Bella a droll stare. “Master Duncan is always in control,” Enzo said.
Ha. If the man only knew. Right about then, he had no control, because each time she asked, Bella chipped away at his will power. It would be so easy to tug the fly of his pants down and let her suck his dick while he ate his breakfast. “I think she’s a little cum slut. She received two loads from me and a load from you last night. You’d think her little pussy was overly full by now.”
“Fuck, hermoso. You have a filthy mouth, and it turns me on.” Enzo adjusted himself. “Why?”
“Because I’m explicit with what I say, and I say what I mean.” Duncan shrugged then lowered his gaze to Bella. “I bet if we took turns licking your cunt, you’d taste like mine and Enzo’s cum. Wouldn’t you?”
Bella whimpered.
“Touch yourself, Bella. Push your fingers into your pretty little pussy.” Shit, this wasn’t where the conversation needed to go, but damn if he could stop what was coming.
Duncan’s gaze never left hers as she teased the slit of her snatch before dipping inside. She moaned, shuddering as she rode her fingers. Her dusky-colored nipples hardened under his unrelenting gaze. Duncan groaned, rubbing his dick while he watched her. The effect both Enzo and Bella had on him would be his demise.
“Enough,” he rasped. “Taste yourself.”
Bella lifted her hand. The wetness coating her fingers glistened in the incandescent light of the kitchenette. He bit back a moan of approval when her tongue swirled around her fingers. Her cry of surprise knotted his stomach with pleasure. “So good.”
“That’s me and Enzo. It’s our cum you taste along with your cream. You belong to us, Bella.”
She licked her fingers clean then crawled closer to him. “Please.”
Duncan crossed his arms over his chest. “Please, what?”
“Please, Master Duncan, let me suck your dick.” She stared up at him with glassy, desire-filled eyes. “I want to make you feel good.”
“Do you?”
She nodded. “Yes.”
“What if I already do?” Having her mouth on him again would be pure torture. None of what they did here was real. It was a means to an end for Duncan as he purged his system. When this was all over, he’d go back to screwing the available subs in the club and finishing his sentence with the FBI.
“I want to feel your cum slide down my throat. I need to know what it’s like. I’m jealous Enzo got to taste you.” Her pulse throbbed at her throat. Her breath came in soft pants. The longer she knelt before Duncan, the more turned on she became.
He should’ve reveled in it. “You want my cum down your throat?” Duncan unzipped his pants and pulled his dick out. “Open.”
She scooted closer to him and did as he said. She vibrated with excitement. “Please.”
“No. We’re doing it my way.” Duncan stroked his cock in hard pulls, knowing exactly how to make himself orgasm quick. He groaned, jerking his dick while playing with his balls. Bella whimpered, and his attention snapped to her. “You said you wanted to drink it down, right?”
“Yes, but—”
“What?” He continued to pump the thick flesh, inching closer to his release. “Speak now, because I’m going to nut.”
“I wanted to suck you off, Master Duncan.”
Fuck. He knew the minute he put his cock on her tongue, he’d blow. Her mouth was made for sin, and last night, he’d only witnessed a glimpse of what she could do. “There are rules for this, Bella. I’ve already explained them to Enzo.” He gave her a quick rundown of what he expected then said, “Would you like to pick a safe word, or would you like to use red?”
Her unwavering gaze met his. “I’ll use red.”
“Very good,” Duncan replied. “Stick your tongue out.”
Bella did as he asked, and like the time with Enzo, he rubbed his erection along her tongue. She moaned, and he could feel the vibrations rush along his shaft and settle in his balls. Duncan fisted his hand in her hair then directed her mouth over him. Sinful decadence was the only way he could describe the wet heat of her mouth. With each pump of his hips, he died a little more until he shoved deep and unloaded on her. He let loose with an inhuman cry of completion while trembling through each spurt. Fuck, this shouldn’t have happened.
Nonetheless, his dick didn’t soften. His gaze snapped to Enzo who grunted and groaned while trying to rub one out. Duncan smirked. “Go to the table Enzo.” The man’s aroused gaze widened before he climbed off the bar stool. “Off my dick, girl.” Bella continued to lick and suck him, building the pleasure still knotting his gut. With his hand still fisted in her hair, he yanked, dragging a startled yelp from her. “I said, off my dick. You got my cum. Now, go service Enzo. Present him with your sloppy cunt.” She went to stand, but Duncan stopped her. “Crawl. I want to watch your pussy while I follow you.”
She gasped. “Yes, Master Duncan.”
Duncan trailed behind Bella, his gaze locking on the sway of her hips as she scuttled to Enzo. Even though he’d warred with himself, he decided then and there he’d take advantage of every moment with them. Enzo sat in the chair, his legs wide and his dick in his hand. The tip was red with arousal, wet from his precum. If the man only knew how much Duncan got off one watching another guy come, he could rule Duncan by masturbating all the time.
“Stand up,” Duncan said. “You’re in my chair.”
“S-Sorry,” Enzo moved away, going to his knees beside the table. “Guess I got too excited.”
“Indeed.” Duncan sat. “I want you to mount Bella from behind. When I tell you, you’re going to fill her with your spunk, understand?”
“Yes, Master Duncan.” Enzo scrambled behind Bella. He pressed his tip to her entrance.
“Slow. I want to see her pussy gobble up your cock, inch by inch.” Duncan wrapped his hand around his still-hard dick.
“But it feels so good,” Enzo hissed. He dug his fingers into Bella’s hips. “This is torture.”
“Is it?” Duncan arched a brow. “Bella, are you coming?”
She whimpered.
“Naughty girl.” He glanced at Enzo. “Pull out. Ruin her orgasm.”
Enzo did as he asked and groaned. “Fuck, that’s pretty Master. Her hole is still twitching.”
Bella sobbed, trying to push back on Enzo. “Please. It felt so good.”
“Little girls don’t get to come until their Master says to,” Duncan chided. “You almost ruined Enzo’s playtime. No guy wants to be a two pump chump.”
“Right about now, I’m so hard I could have kept going and filled her up twice.”
Duncan wiggled his finger back and forth. “Don’t un
dermine my authority, boy. Or else the only one with a hole filled with cum will be Bella.”
Enzo frowned.
“I planned on taking your ass bare, next. Leaving my mark inside you. If you can’t follow the rules, our playtime is over.”
Enzo groaned. “Fuck, Master.”
“I intend to. Now, do what I asked.”
Enzo began again, entering Bella inch by inch. A thrill of anticipation shot through Duncan as he watched them. The strain etching Enzo’s face contrasted with the absolute bliss on Bella’s. Yin and yang. Their pace was slow as well, each thrust drawn out. The scene was made to be pure torture for both Bella and Enzo due to the little stunt they pulled the night before, so why did it feel as though he were the one being punished?
Enzo pressed his forehead between Bella’s shoulders and let out a thready moan of bliss. His body trembled from the exertion while her soft mewling sounds turned Duncan on. It was a feast for his eyes and his other senses. The dance between them was natural. The longer Duncan sat there, the more he noticed their idiosyncrasies. Enzo like to keep his hands on her hips, guiding her over his cock, while Bella reached back and sank her nails into his thighs, leaving half-moon marks in his skin. It was clean fucking too. Whereas he liked to get sloppy with sex, they were content with being almost sterile. He had to wonder if this was what they were like when someone else joined them.
The second the thought entered his brain, he shoved it away. Jealousy replaced some of the arousal, and it had no business being there. What happened in any of their past dalliances had no business in their pseudo-relationship now. He sat forward, bracing his arms on his knees. His dick jerked as the fly of his jeans brushed over his sensitized flesh. Duncan tipped Bella’s face up to meet his, and he saw it there. Her pupils were blown from pleasure, and her lips were parted for breath. She was so far gone, flying for him and Enzo.
“Enzo, fill Bella’s pretty pussy up. Give it to her.” The corner of his mouth quirked in a devilish grin.
Enzo let out a harsh curse and quickened his pace. The sounds he and Bella let loose with were music to Duncan’s ears. They charged toward their orgasms. The impact of their bodies added to the electric current surrounding them. Duncan went to his knees in front of Bella. He reached between her thighs to find her clit pulsing, and he groaned. “So hard.” He swirled his fingertip around the bead before pressing down. Bella cried out. Her lithe body tensed. Duncan circled it again then added more pressure. On the second stroke of her clit, she was coming hard, dragging Enzo with her.
The guy ground his hips against Bella’s while making soft painful noises at the back of his throat. He understood what Enzo was feeling. He’d been there too. It was as though his dick was so sensitive, he wanted to stop just to get some relief, but he continued to jerk and throb through his climax anyway. The intensity of those orgasms always left Duncan lightheaded and a bit out of sorts. When Enzo finally slipped from Bella, Duncan removed his finger from her clit. He went to Enzo’s side and held out his hand.
“Perfect.” Duncan pulled the man into his embrace, kissing Enzo senseless. Their mouths met in a clash of teeth and tongues. Lust pounded through Duncan’s veins, but he made Bella a promise that he was going to fuck her. Again.
“I don’t think I can move,” Enzo whispered against Duncan’s mouth.
“Too bad. I want you in front of Bella. She’s going to be a good girl and clean your dick with her mouth. No coming though.”
Enzo chuckled softly. “I don’t think I can.”
“We’ll see.” Duncan waited for Enzo to move up by Bella’s head before he flipped her over. Her surprised features had him chuckling to himself. “I noticed you and Enzo like fucking from behind. I happen to like seeing my partners take their pleasure.”
“Not always, hermoso.”
Duncan cocked a brow. “Last night you did it the same way.”
“Because we have a third who joins us sometimes,” Bella replied.
“I have so much to show the both of you.” Duncan braced her legs against his elbows, opening her more to him. The sight of Enzo’s spunk leaking from Bella’s pussy did things to Duncan. It turned him on while also making him a possessive asshole. He had no claim to her, yet he had to get his ejaculate inside her too.
He took his time, using their combined releases to lube up his dick. She writhed below him. Her nails pricked at his biceps, and he grinned. He enjoyed a bit of pain with sex. Duncan lined himself up with her entrance and pushed forward. She wiggled and arched to him, trying to accommodate his girth. He didn’t stop either. When he was fully seated in her quivering pussy, he held himself there, enjoying the way she flexed and softened. The heated wetness of her cunt seared his flesh, and he swore he’d never get enough of her.
“You’re a temptation I don’t need, Bella.” Duncan began to move, his body straining with each thrust. He’d waited too long. Played too much with them. “You’re killing my self-control and my ability to walk away.”
She cried out. “Is that so bad, Master Duncan?”
Yes. It would ruin him. It would force him to care about someone when he didn’t want to. “Fuck.” He shifted his position, slipping deeper inside her. Duncan ground his hips, making sure to rub her clit at the same time. She squeezed him for all he was worth, holding him in a vice, forcing him to shorten his thrusts.
As if sensing Duncan’s inner turmoil, Enzo moved to Bella’s mouth and pressed the tip of his cock to her lips. She opened for him, and Duncan’s hips faltered. His ass clenched as he staved off his release. It was fucking madness being with them. They destroyed his facade. Destroyed the life he’d built in the States. He was naked when he was around them, completely vulnerable. He couldn’t use his badge or his roots to push them away, because in all three of their sick and twisted worlds, they were the same. It didn’t matter if they were in a cartel or if he was in the IRA.
He captured her nipple between his teeth and bit down, drawing the hard point deeper into his mouth. Her breasts were so soft and supple. She went slick around him the minute he began sucking on her left nipple while teasing and pinching her right one. So, she likes her nipples played with. He smirked, increasing the force of his thrusts while alternating his attention between her tits. The gentle ripple of her pussy kissed the tip of his cock, heralding her impending orgasm, and he gave over to it, enjoying the way his skin tingled and the spark of pleasure flowed through him.
“Do it, Bella. Come on my dick.”
She cried out around Enzo. The rush of heated cream coated his cock, and Duncan was lost to it. She pulsed and throbbed around him, stealing his senses. His pace became manic. His release built in his balls, and when he slammed into her once more, he let go. It stole his ability to breathe. His mind went blank, and his vision narrowed to where they were connected. His shout of satisfaction sounded so far away. He couldn’t explain the moment other than out of body. Duncan collapsed above her, holding himself so he didn’t hurt her.
“Fuck, hermoso,” Enzo whispered. “Are you okay?”
He let out a soft groan. “Yeah... I think I need stay here for a second.”
Bella’s gaze flashed to Duncan’s. “You’re still coming.”
Shit. Was he? He throbbed again inside her. Embarrassment heated his cheeks. “I think so.”
“That’s hot as fuck, hermoso.” She lifted his face and placed a kiss to his lips. “You’re good.”
He chuckled then muttered a curse. “You okay?”
She nodded. “Better than okay. Thank you, Duncan.”
Shit, she had no business thanking him. “You’re welcome, temptress.”
Enzo joined Bella at the table after cleaning himself up. Duncan made it a rule for the rest of the time they were together, she’d be naked while she ate. It didn’t matter the meal. He appreciated both of their bodies and wanted to look upon them at his leisure. He placed a fresh toasted bagel in front of Enzo after their romp then got to work on his breakfast.
; “You will shower after our conversation.” Duncan knew Bella had to be a mess. She squirmed in her seat, adjusting herself.
“You enjoy this part, don’t you?” She questioned, trying to find a comfortable spot.
“If you mean the idea of both our seed inside you, making you a bit uncomfortable because of gravity, yes. I do. It’s hedonistic.”
“You mean Neanderthal?” Bella smirked. “Never took you for one of those guys, Duncan.”
Coming inside of her had been freeing. He intended to enjoy that pleasure again, as long as they were able to handle his past and not go running to Thomas, asking to be assigned to another agent. “Can’t change who and what I am. Would you like another bagel?”
“Nope, I’m good.” She leaned forward and wiggled her brows. “I don’t mind being dirty. You can go caveman on me any time.”
Enzo swore beside her. “Knock it off. Otherwise, when Omar gets here, he’ll get the same shock this one did last night. My dick buried balls deep in your pussy.”
Duncan chuckled. “I think Omar would be more surprised at finding me in your ass at the same time you’re in Bella.”
Enzo choked. “What?”
Bella stared at Duncan for a second then a sinful little grin tugged at her lips. “Why? Is he prim and proper, primo?”
Duncan cleared his throat to cover his chuckle. She had no clue how close to the truth she’d been. “As much as I’d like to continue last night’s activities, I figured I still owed you an explanation.”
Sitting forward, Bella licked a bit of butter off her thumb. “About why you feel the need to speak with a fake American accent and the tattoo you go through such great pains to hide?”
Duncan rubbed at the back of his neck. Leave it to Bella to kick the door wide open instead of knocking. “Yeah, that.”
“I just want to say, I prefer the Irish accent over the American,” she said with a saucy wink. “It’s sexy as fuck.”
He smiled. Pride welled in his chest. “I’ve been doing it for twenty years. It’s become a habit. If I slip up at the wrong time, it could cause issues. I tend to drop my American accent when I’m pissed as shit, or when I’m about to blow my load.”
