by Lynda Aicher
“Yes,” she breathed. The admission sounded a lot like permission.
Tyler brought her in and kissed her hard and deep, playing with her tongue before letting her go. “You’re not on the outside.” He waited until she gave a small nod of acceptance. “I want you naked, Allie. Naked and spread in the middle of the bed. Can you do that for me?”
Seth groaned against his neck, the sharp bite on his ear an act of approval. Somehow, Tyler knew that. Why Seth was letting him lead with Allie, he didn’t know. But it felt right all the way around.
He didn’t wait for her to respond. The chance that she would flee when it got real was still very possible. He slid his hands under her sweater and shoved it up until she lifted her arms, and it was off.
“Beautiful,” Seth murmured, and Tyler could only agree.
He slid a finger under the burgundy bra strap and followed it down until he could flick his finger under the cup and over her nipple. She gasped, a small, sharp inhale that thrust her chest out and pressed her hardening bud closer to his touch.
“Take this off.” He tugged on the bra in case she was confused. It was delicate and lacy, and he’d bet money that her panties matched.
She hesitated for just a second, and he tugged her in to kiss her, commanding but gentle. He’d learned that from Seth. The man was an expert at reassuring without words. Tyler wanted to do the same with Allie. He needed to do it.
She moved her arms behind her back when he pulled back, the bra loosening to slide down her arms in a slow reveal of the full breasts beneath. They weren’t overly large, but were round and tipped with pert, dark nipples.
“Pants too,” he said, his voice a bit gruff. It’d been a long time since he’d had the opportunity to just look at a naked woman. Years, in fact. He’d learned fast that there was more money in whoring for men than woman. There weren’t many women patrolling street corners for a quick lay. Even after he’d started with the agency, his clients had all been male.
He liked fucking men. But the novelty of having a woman again was making his cock harder than it’d been in years. Or maybe it was really just the thought of having Allie that made him burn so badly.
The rip of her zipper was low but loud in the quiet room. She wiggled her hips, the move both sexy and somehow innocent as she slid the material down her shapely legs. Her breasts bobbed and swayed with the motion, and Seth’s small curse near Tyler’s ear told him that the man admired the view as much as he did.
She straightened, and damn if he hadn’t guessed right. Her panties were those sexy, boy-cut-brief style. They were hot as hell on her, lacy and modest in a way that suited her. And he wanted them gone.
He reached out to touch her breasts, but Seth ran his hand down Tyler’s arms, halting him. Seth stroked his other palm over Tyler’s chest in a slow caress that stopped at Tyler’s nipple for a hard pinch. Tyler’s aching cock bobbed against his cotton pants in an obscene way.
Tyler caught Allie’s smile at his low moan through his half-closed eyes. She surprised him when she stepped up, placed her hands on his hips and dipped to lick over the now-aching nipple. Another low hum crawled out of his chest, and he arched his hips forward, seeking a place to grind his dick. But Seth held him back.
Tyler wanted to touch her and he growled his frustration at his Dom. He probably shouldn’t, but this was confusing as hell. He wanted to please Seth, yet he also wanted to please Allie.
“On the bed, Allie,” Seth said, the authority in his voice rippling through Tyler like a wave of pure lust. “On your back in the middle.”
Her lips compressed for a second before she let the trapped breath out. “Yes...sir? Is that what I’m supposed to say?” She looked to Seth for the answer first then scanned between the two of them.
“Our names are fine, Allie.” Seth leaned around Tyler and pulled her in for a brief kiss that had her shoulders easing down from their hunched hold and her breasts rubbing over Tyler’s chest in a teasing temptation. Seth released her. “This isn’t the Dungeon. Formalities don’t belong between us.”
“I like that.” She glanced at the bed, nodded and crawled on. The fine display of her ass as she moved to the middle was enough to make Tyler bite his cheek to withhold another groan.
She scooted around to lie down in the middle of the large mattress. She hugged her arms around her middle before letting them slide to settle at her sides. Her hair was spread out in a fan of dark brown curls around her head, and her breasts rose with each breath in a tempting offering.
“Christ,” Tyler breathed. “You’re incredible.”
She turned her head to watch them. A slow smile that bordered on taunting curled over her lips. “Are you going to join me or just stand there staring?” She ran her hands up her belly to cup her breasts until her nipples pointed high and proud.
Oh, holy fuck. He did growl this time, sounding just like the animal Seth had accused him of being the other night. But damn, there was the bold confidence he remembered from the first night. And he wanted it.
Seth’s soft chuckle rumbled behind Tyler, jerking him from his frozen awe. Seth circled his hand around Tyler’s erection, on blatant display beneath the lounge pants. His knees weakened and almost buckled when the Dom stroked him through the material. Seth’s grip was firm and sure as he rubbed his thumb over the tip before pumping down.
Having his dick stroked while the gorgeous Allie was spread out, offering herself to them, was almost too much. He was going to lose it and come like a rookie if Seth didn’t stop.
“I think you’d better join her, Tyler.” Seth released his hold on Tyler’s dick and stepped back, much to Tyler’s relief and regret. Seth hooked his thumbs on the waistband of Tyler’s pants. “But these need to go.”
“Yes, please.” Tyler focused on staying upright as his pants were eased over his shaft and down his legs to the floor. The hum of appreciation that came from both of his partners made all kinds of hot things happen inside him.
Seth dropped a kiss to Tyler’s hip before nudging him forward. “Go. Give her pleasure. But be careful of your back.”
Allie’s eyes went wide and she lifted up to brace herself on an elbow. “Are you okay to do this? I don’t want to hurt you.”
Tyler kneeled on the bed and slowly crawled toward her. He stalked her through the low swoop of his bangs, a devious smile forming. “I’m fine. Great. Just don’t touch my back or ass. Can you do that?”
She lay back down as he got closer. “Yes, Tyler.”
Those words shot a jolt of pure power through him. It was intoxicating to hear them spoken to him. He could get used to those two words from her. There were precious few he trusted and even fewer who trusted him. Not to this level.
He kissed her with all of the need and passion bursting inside of him. He wasn’t gentle now. He plundered her mouth with the hard urgency that pushed him take her and all that she offered. Her hands tangled in his hair and she met each thrust of his tongue as he devoured her mouth.
He could kiss these two all day. Over and over until his lips were chapped and his tongue raw. Kissing was another thing he didn’t do much. Johns seemed to think it was too personal, like shoving their dick in a stranger’s mouth or ass wasn’t personal.
But this, this was very personal, and he didn’t want to stop. Only there was so much more to explore. Things he wanted to touch and do to Allie.
He ran a hand over her, absorbing every inch of skin as he smoothed up her thigh and across her abdomen to reach her plump breasts. She was soft, curvy and so completely different from what he was used to.
There wasn’t any hair or bulge or overworked muscles that he normally adjusted to. Most of the time, Tyler had to check out when he was fucking. His mind creating visions that he could get off to instead of focusing on the guy who was doing him. He wasn’t paid to have an opinion about his johns. And generally, men who paid for sex weren’t the cream of the crop in masculine physique.
But Allie, she was perfect.
Just like Seth was. And there was no way he was checking out of this.
He focused on the woman beneath him, determined to remember every second, just like he had with Seth. Tyler plucked at her nipple, played with it until it was a hard, pointed nub beneath his fingers. He dipped his head and sucked the ready tip into his mouth. Her groan rumbled through the room, and he sucked harder as he readied the other nipple with his fingers.
His craving for the taste of her skin returned after a single lick. He wanted to discover every inch of her, find what made her squirm and what made her giggle. She arched her back, her breast pushing into his mouth in a silent cry for more. He left a line of wet moisture as he moved to her other nipple, the bud hard and waiting for him.
“God, Tyler,” she panted, her hands tangling in his hair to hold his head tight to her breast. He bit down, not hard but enough to get her attention. She yelped, a little cry that was filled with more passion than pain.
He left one more gentle suckle before pulling back to meet her heavy-lidded eyes. “Let go. Give yourself to me.” She stared at him, swallowed then slowly slid her hands from his hair. God, the power. It was heady and so different from the calm that came when he submitted to Seth. “Grab the bars, Allie. Over your head and don’t let go.”
She looked up, her chin lifting as she eyed the metal rails of the headboard. She grabbed two bars and smirked at Seth. “How convenient.”
He shook his head. “Not convenient. Planned.”
“Of course.” She exhaled and narrowed her eyes at Seth. “Do you bring all of your conquests here?”
Seth was on the bed, his hand gripping her jaw a second later. The mattress shook with the force of his landing, and Tyler jerked back to give the Dom room. Seth’s hair whipped over to fall down one side of his head, the deadly seriousness on his face on clear display. “I do not have conquests and I do not invite someone to my bed lightly. And you do not get to brush this off as some kind of an experiment.”
Her eyes were wide, her mouth parted to allow for the shallow breaths that matched the rapid beat of her heart under Tyler’s palm. He still held her breast, despite Seth’s sudden interruption. The sheer dominance radiating from Seth froze both of them in place. Seth was masterful and stunning.
He rubbed his thumb over the line of Allie’s jaw, the tension sliding from his shoulders. “This is real. Don’t hide from the truth.”
Tyler tipped his head to kiss his way down Allie’s abdomen. It was a coward’s move. He didn’t trust his face to hide how those words affected him. He didn’t want to ruin the moment by thinking about truths.
“Yes, Seth,” Allie whispered.
It was soft and yielding in a way he hadn’t heard before, and it did those strange things to his stomach again. Shit. What was he supposed to do? What did Seth want from him?
And there, oh damn, there it was. That hand on his nape that settled everything inside of him. He closed his eyes and buried his nose in Allie’s hip. Her skin held the faint flower scent that made him wonder if she bathed in the fragrance. But this close, he also caught the aroma of her arousal, that musky woman scent that he recognized instantly, despite the years it’d been since he’d smelled it.
“Get her naked, Tyler,” Seth said, his thumb doing that rub thing on his neck that soothed away Tyler’s worry and stress. “Then tell me how good she tastes.”
Allie’s whimper matched the one he trapped in his chest. “Yes, Seth.” He spoke against Allie’s hip, but his words were clear.
Seth gave one squeeze then removed his hand so Tyler could follow his orders.
He kissed his way to the line of her lacy panties before glancing up to see Seth and Allie in a deep kiss. Allie was still gripping the bars, the position lifting her breasts high for Seth to fondle. Her soft sighs of submission made Tyler’s groin ache.
Tyler moved to follow his Dom’s command, but he wanted to savor it too. He shifted until he was situated between Allie’s legs, making sure to drag the hard length of his erection down her leg as he moved. He pushed her knees wide then tipped his nose to rub the ridge over the silky crotch of her panties. He inhaled with the long stroke that took him from her ass to her clit, savoring the musk that proclaimed her arousal. He tongued the nub at the top until a wet spot formed on the material. She squirmed under his mouth, and he smiled. It might have been ages since he’d played with female parts, but he still knew what to do.
He sat up and removed the flimsy panties without any finesse. The need to taste her was suddenly as strong as his hunger to taste Seth. The sight of her completely naked was stunning. She was long, lean yet curvy around the hips and breasts. Her pubic hair was shaved and trimmed to a neat triangle over her pussy that fit her. Precisely groomed but not shaved clean like so many seemed do now. Including himself. But his was professionally driven and had little to do with vanity or personal choice.
Seth had leaned back and his eyes met Tyler’s over the length of Allie. There was a heat in them that about ripped Tyler apart. Fuck, he wanted both of them. He had to have Seth too. Somehow.
Seth was still fully clothed while they were naked, his position more defined by the subtle act. Tyler placed his hand on Seth’s hip, his fingers running over the waistband of the man’s jeans. He had to lick his lips before he could speak. “May I?”
It was daring and bold beyond what some Doms would allow, but Tyler had to ask. He wanted to see all of Seth. If the Dom would permit it.
Seth shook his head, and Tyler couldn’t keep the disappointment from showing, even though he looked away immediately. It felt like a rejection when he logically knew it wasn’t. Not in that sense.
“Come here,” Seth said.
Tyler glanced up to see Seth’s hand extended to him. His need to comply was stronger than the hurt at being denied. He leaned forward, placing a hand on each side of Allie’s chest as he kneeled between her legs. Seth grabbed his neck and hauled him in so fast that he lost his balance, landing on both of them.
He grunted in surprise until he saw the intensity in Seth’s eyes. Oh, fuck. Fuck. Don’t tell me I fucked this all up. Please. Don’t. He didn’t dare look away. Couldn’t. Allie was right there, just inches from them, watching, and he didn’t care.
“Tell me.” Seth’s chest lifted beneath Tyler. “When was the last time you were with a woman?”
The heat rose like a rising tide over his back to his face. He didn’t want to answer. Not in front of Allie. But it wasn’t optional. He couldn’t deny Seth when he used that voice.
“Ten years.” The admission crept out of him, blending with the humiliation at having Allie hear it.
“Why?”
There were so many reasons. Too many. But there was a simple one. “Men pay more.” The last woman he’d slept with had been a street whore like himself. It hadn’t been love or anything, but it’d been nice doing it with someone who simply wanted to. That was until she got a pimp who didn’t like her giving it away for free.
Seth surprised him then by lifting to kiss Tyler with a tenderness that rock his soul. It was soft, giving and filled him with that warmth he wanted to hold on to forever. Seth leaned back, his stunning golden-brown eyes peering into Tyler’s until he swore the man saw everything.
“This isn’t about money. You’re not a whore here. You’re our lover.” Seth looked to Allie, and Tyler followed his lead to see her taking it all in. There wasn’t disgust or fear on her face either. If anything, there was compassion mixed with desire. “Make love to Allie. I want to watch you make her come then see you lose it, wrapped deep in her pussy.”
Oh, fuck yes. Tyler’s cock twitch in anticipation against Allie’s stomach. It might have been years, but like the scent, he hadn’t forgotten the feel of the tight, wet heat of a woman’s body squeezing his dick as she came.
“Make Allie feel good, Tyler.”
They both whimpered that time, the sounds a harmony of unspoken desires. Tyler stared at Allie, silent communication passing between them
in a blink. Through everything, her hold on the bars above her head hadn’t faltered, her submission given. But Tyler couldn’t move forward without her permission, Dom/sub shit be damned.
She gave a short nod before raising her hips to rub his erection. “Please, Tyler.”
Tyler bit his lip and used every ounce of learned restraint to keep from coming at those words alone. The odd mix of control and vulnerability flowing through him was unlike anything he’d ever experienced. He would give Seth and Allie what they both wanted.
Seth groaned, gave Tyler a fierce kiss then pushed on his shoulder, nudging him down. “I gave you an order. Tell me what she tastes like.”
Tyler could do that. With pleasure.
Chapter Sixteen
The hot lap of Tyler’s tongue stroking over her pussy was beyond exquisite. Allie tightened her grip on the metal bars and struggled to hold still. Seth cupped her breast, his warm breath ghosting over her aching nipple in a tease until she wanted to scream. Another pass of wet, silky heat slid through her most private area, and she lost the battle to hold back.
“Oh, my God,” she half breathed, half moaned. She arched her back to get closer to the pleasure these two incredible men were giving her. She couldn’t think about the details or all of the reasons this was wrong. She was beyond that.
Now—now was all about this. The feelings, the sensations, the primal emotions she didn’t want to control any longer. Giving her body to Seth and Tyler was the most freeing, if stupid, thing she’d ever done.
But it was just her body and she wasn’t going to regret it. Nor was she ever going to forget it.
Tyler swirled his tongue around her opening, long, slow circles at the rim before moving up to rub over her clit. Her stomach clenched, the muscles contracting against the shattering bolt of desire that rushed through her. Seth timed his attack to match Tyler’s and finally closed his mouth over her nipple.
