by RG Alexander
Tracy nodded. “We’re sharing, I take it. Good. I’ve got nothing to hide. I do crave control. But what about you? Does Sara know you were the one that introduced me to that world? That you used to take photographs of the naked women I tied up and call it art?”
“He did?” She turned to Dean and licked her lower lip, dying of curiosity. “Do you still have them?”
He inhaled sharply. “Yes, Sara. I’ll show them to you if you’d like. But none of them compare to the look on your face when I’m inside you. Or when you’re doing something you know you shouldn’t. I wouldn’t mind capturing that for posterity.”
Dean wanted to take photographs of her? “Oh.”
He laughed. “So much curiosity and excitement packed into one little word. You asked what her fantasy was, Tracy? One of them is to be thoroughly taken and made to come while someone is watching. And it is a beautiful thing to watch her fall apart, my friend. Sara is the sexiest, most openly passionate woman I’ve ever known.”
Sara melted at Dean’s words and glanced at Tracy, noticing his fingers had curled into fists on his legs. Was he interested?
“I’m more a director than observer, Dean. You know that. But you were right, she is a luscious beauty and the offer is too generous to resist. I’d be honored.”
Oh God, just hearing him say that made Sara’s breath catch with excitement. Dean, too, seemed primed for what was about to happen.
“I think we can accommodate everyone’s needs, Reyes. We should take this up to the penthouse in case the first fantasy leads us to another. Now, before my secretary gets back from lunch.”
In the elevator, wearing nothing but lace panties and Dean’s shirt and standing between two aroused, sexy men who were on their way to make her fantasy come true, Sara couldn’t help but think that no one got everything they wanted without a price.
Whatever it was, she’d find a way to pay.
Chapter Five
She was standing beside the bed, Dean staring down at her and Tracy in a chair in the corner of the room, before she remembered to breathe. Were they really going to do this? Maybe it was something that happened to men like them every day, but for Sara it was a once-in-a-lifetime event.
Once again she gave into vanity, momentarily worried that Tracy wouldn’t like what he saw.
Dean does.
That reminder was all it took. When she looked into his eyes, all she saw was admiration and lust. Awe and affection. Desire. She loved the way he looked at her. He was better than any dream doppelganger. Better than she wanted to admit.
He undid the buttons on her shirt slowly, as if savoring his prize. “I haven’t forgotten what I promised in the office, Sara. Do you remember what I said I was going to do to you?”
Make her come with his mouth, then turn her over and… She shivered. They hadn’t done that yet, either. “I remember.”
“It’s a good thing you love your toys,” he muttered roughly as he parted the fabric and slid it off her shoulders. “I don’t think I have the restraint I’d need otherwise.”
Tracy swore softly when Dean stepped to the side and he saw her breasts. “I no longer blame you for ignoring my calls, Dean. I’m not sure how you made it to the office at all.”
She smiled shyly and Dean groaned. “Neither am I.” He slipped his fingers inside her underwear then dropped to his knees, pulling them down her legs until she had to place her hand on his broad shoulder to step out of them.
She wasn’t sure how she ever let him leave for the office. Dean’s back rippled with lean muscle when he moved, his sandy hair tousled and begging for her hands. He was no longer the forbidden and unobtainable boss. He was her lover and with each new experience she only wanted him more.
She was his.
Dean straightened, picking her up unexpectedly and tossing her backwards onto the bed.
She laughed. “Showing off?”
“That wasn’t showing off,” he corrected her darkly. “This is.”
Dean crawled up on the edge of the bed, placing her legs over his shoulders. “Got a good seat, Tracy?”
“Not as good as yours.”
Dean looked into her eyes, something a little primal and thrilling in his expression. “If I were showing off, I’d respond to that. I hope you have something to hang onto, Sara.” He lowered his head with a wicked grin and then his face disappeared between her thighs.
“Oh God.”
He was more aggressive in his movements, his hands spreading her pussy lips wide as his tongue thrust deep. He moaned the way he always did when he tasted her, and the vibration made Sara buck against his mouth.
She could feel Tracy‘s eyes on them. On her. It heightened every sensation. Dean’s teeth biting down gently on her lips, her clit. His hair brushing against her sensitive thighs.
Her breasts ached and she reached up to squeeze them, pinching her nipples hard and gasping at the sting.
“Beautiful,” Tracy whispered from the other side of the room.
He liked that.
Dean slipped a finger through her arousal and then pressed it between the cheeks of her ass, seeking entrance. A small taste of what was coming, she knew. What would happen when he could no longer wait to get inside.
His tongue was going so deep, in and out at a pace she could hardly keep up with. “Dean! Yes, that feels...”
Forbidden. Knowing they were being watched. Knowing what he was going to do.
She dug her heels into his back and lifted her hips for more, rocking against his face shamelessly. He pushed another finger in her ass and she shouted out at the pinch and stretch.
Dean lifted his mouth. “I know you love your little plug, but are you ready for more? Ready for me to fuck that sweet ass?”
“Yes!”
“Beg me.”
What? She was close. Teetering on the edge. Why was he stopping? “Dean, please.”
“Please what?”
Tracy was listening. Watching. Wanting? And Dean was going to make her beg. “Please. Please, I need to come.”
“Not yet. Not until you say it. You know how I love it when you’re bad.”
She bit her lip so hard she tasted blood. “I want it,” she whispered. “I want you to roll me over and fuck my ass. I used to put the plug in and imagine you. No one else…I’ve never let anyone else take me there. But I’m begging you to do it. Please, sir.”
“Hell.” She barely heard Tracy swear, she was too busy studying the look in Dean’s eyes.
“Is that true?”
She nodded. “Please, Dean. I’m so close…”
He lowered his head with a growl and started sucking on her clit. “Oh God. Yes, Dean, oh, suck it, please. Please, I…Oh my God!”
She was soaring with her orgasm while Dean reared back and repositioned her on the bed. She could hardly catch her breath. He dragged her up onto all fours and she lifted her head and saw Tracy watching her quivering body. The chair was closer, his shirt was unbuttoned and his jeans were open, his hand stroking his erection while Dean reached into his nightstand.
“Words can’t describe what a gift it is to watch your pleasure,” Tracy murmured. “You’re just as passionate as he said.”
She lowered her eyes, unsure of how to respond and struggling to catch her breath.
“Don’t get shy on me now, Sara.” Dean kissed her shoulder before opening a bottle and dripping several drops of thick liquid between the cheeks of her ass, rubbing her there and making her shudder. “You’re not shy. You’re wild. You are sex incarnate. Passion in the lush, soft flesh sent to tempt me. You were made for this.”
She turned to look over her shoulder and Dean was there, kissing her with carnal intent before lowering his head to bite her neck. “My fantasy.”
The first push of his erection through the tight muscles made her gasp and hiss at the sting. Dean cupped her shoulder with one hand and her hip with the other. “Breathe, baby,” he soothed. “Breathe for me.”
She breathed
out and he pressed forward, pushing through the resistance with a pop and then… “So much. Too much, Dean. It’s too much.”
Her hands dug into the bed cover, her mind unable to take it all in. The intensity of feeling. The sensation that was both breath-stealing pain and earth-shattering pleasure. Her toy hadn’t prepared her for this. For him. She looked up wildly, her gaze slamming into Tracy’s.
“Do you want me to stop?” Dean’s voice was gravel rough.
Tracy shook his head subtly.
“No. Don’t stop.” Never stop. She lowered her forehead to the bed and cried out when he thrust deeper.
“Good girl.” She heard Tracy’s praise and shivered.
“Fuck, you’re tight. You can take me, baby.” He rocked against her, shallow at first until she instinctively pushed back against him, wanting him to fill her completely. “Jesus, just look at you. Greedy Sara. You don’t want to stop, do you? You want it all. You want more.”
She did. More of him. More of this feeling. More...
He slung his hips forward until she could feel them slap against her ass and she shouted his name, hoping the mattress would muffle the volume.
“I want to see her face.” Tracy sounded as aroused as she was. Commanding.
Dean only groaned in response, but the hand on her shoulder moved to her neck, his fingers on her chin. She gasped when he applied pressure and lifted her until her back was pressed to his chest, revealing her completely to Tracy’s gaze. His fingers stretched to her mouth and she opened her lips to suck them in, tasting the salt on his skin and making both men moan.
The hand on her hip moved between her thighs to caress her clit while he rocked gently from behind. “So sexy,” he muttered. “Fuck, Sara, you’re driving me crazy.”
Tracy was standing a few steps away from the bed now, his eyes black with desire as he stared down at her breasts with a hunger that made her feel helpless. Her hands came up to cover them instinctively.
“Oh no, luscious.” Tracy reached down and slid his unbuckled belt out of the loops of his jeans. “This is your fantasy, remember? How can I watch you if you cover yourself? Do you want me to leave?”
Dean bit down on her shoulder with a groan. “She just squeezed my cock and my hand is soaked. I think she wants you here.”
Tracy made a snapping noise with the folded leather belt in his hands and she started to shake. “I could bind you. Or you can lower your hands for me.”
Dean pinched her clit between his fingers and she cried out in surprise and need, lowering her hands. “Dean.”
“I’m right here, baby. Right here and thinking Tracy wants to do more than watch now. Are you ready for me to give you the rest of your fantasy?”
It took a few minutes to process what Dean was saying. Sara’s gaze was hazy with pleasure when she looked up at Tracy Reyes again.
Dangerous. The gentleman cowboy had changed dramatically since they came into the bedroom. This man knew what he wanted, knew what she could take and how to control a woman’s pleasure. Masterful.
And he wanted to join them.
“Limits, Dean?”
Sara moaned when he slowed his thrusts, the sensations intensifying. “She doesn’t seem to have any. But mine are anything but everything,” he responded.
Sara frowned in confusion and Tracy reached out to trace her lips, to touch her for the first time. “He’s saying I can take your mouth, your breasts and I can taste you, but I can’t come inside. I agree to his conditions. Do you?”
OhGodohgodohgod… “Oh God.”
“Is that a yes?” Dean’s laugh was a rasp in his throat.
“Y-yes.”
He groaned softly in her ear. “I’ll hold out as long as I can while you give him a taste.”
Tracy’s shirt disappeared and Sara had a hard time looking away from all that muscle. Her gaze lowered to his open jeans. And big. Intimidating. Mouth-watering. He knelt on the bed in front of them, his large rough hands cupping her breasts.
“Thank you, Sara,” he murmured. “I’ve been wanting to make my mark on these exquisite breasts from the second I saw them.”
His mark? He lowered his head opened his mouth wide over her nipple, sucking hard.
Fuck. She reached back to grip Dean’s hip, needing something to hold onto. Needing him. It felt good. Should it feel good? This was Dean’s friend. A stranger who was now biting her breast and licking the pain away.
Was it wrong that she liked it?
“I’m here, Sara.” Dean pressed his lips against her hair. “Let go and let me feel you fall apart around me. Give him a glimpse of how lucky I am.”
“Showoff,” she gasped again, her other hand landing on Tracy’s shoulder when his fingers slid past Dean’s hand and dipped inside her sex. “Ah!”
Tracy lifted his mouth and snared her gaze. “It’s a good thing we’re friends, Dean, or I’d steal this one. She has all the instincts of a perfect submissive. I could easily imagine tying her up and carrying her back to my bed.” He raised his fingers to his mouth and moaned. “She’s delicious.”
“Get your own fantasy, Reyes. This is hers.”
Tracy laughed at the possessiveness they both heard in Dean’s voice. “And she’s yours, I know. Let’s make it memorable, shall we, Sara?”
He got onto his back and shifted until his head was between her thighs, his impressive erection all she could see. He moved Dean’s hand away from her sex and gripped her free hip, tugging her toward his mouth.
Sara knew what he was doing. What he wanted. So did Dean. “Oh you bastard,” he growled, his hips picking up their pace when she leaned forward on her hands and knees again.
She gripped the covers on either side of Tracy’s body and cried out at the dueling sensations. Dean’s deep strokes in her ass. Tracy’s teeth and tongue, and the way he tugged the lips of her sex and sucked. Two of them. Both of them focused on her. Only on her.
It was intoxicating. Insane.
She lowered her head and took Tracy’s erection deep into her mouth. She could feel the head of his shaft touching the back of her throat and she knew she wouldn’t be able to take all of him in, not unless she could swallow.
Different from Dean, but still salt and male. Just as dangerous. His hips jerked and he made a sound of approval against her clit, his tongue teasing and dominating in turns.
A sudden urge to take away his control seized Sara. She wasn’t entirely submissive. She and Dean were lost to their passions, lost in the fantasy. If this man was going to join them, she needed to make sure he was just as far gone.
She reached into the opening of his jeans and caressed him—the tight sac at the base of his erection, the sensitive skin beyond. She licked and sucked his shaft as hard as he’d sucked her nipples, knowing now what he liked.
A warning rumble came from his chest and he bit her thigh. Sara answered by swallowing against his cock, taking more of him while she pressed one finger between the cheeks of his ass.
“Sara!” he shouted, his hand lightning fast as it reached down to grip her wrist. “Don’t challenge me, sweetheart,” he warned. “You couldn’t handle what comes after.”
He caught her braid in his fingers and wrapped it around his hand, pulling her head down while his hips pumped upward, filling her mouth.
She gasped, her eyes watering when her throat tightened around his thick shaft. The thrill of arousal she got when she realized she’d shaken him made her press her needy sex against his lips, pleading.
“Hell yeah,” he moaned. “Good girl. Let’s go for a ride.”
Dean’s palm was hot between her shoulder blades, his hips slapping against hers as Tracy did things with his tongue that made her scream. Sara closed her eyes and gave herself up to it. Blinded to everything but sensation.
Yes, fuck me. Everywhere. Inside me everywhere. Love it, Dean. Love everything. Love you…
Tracy shouted and pulled his cock out of her mouth, rolling away from them, his own hand stroking him
self to climax.
“Thank fucking God,” Dean swore, curving his body over hers and moving them both forward with the force of his thrusts. “Thank God,” he repeated. “Need to come. Gonna come so hard inside you. Sara! Now.”
“Dean!” Her orgasm slammed into her with the force of a train, meeting his in a collision of shouts and trembling muscles. Her body shuddered against his and she covered the hand still gripping her neck, feeling like she was shattering. Ripping apart and there was nothing to put her back together. Nothing left.
She wasn’t sure how much time passed. She only realized she was crying when Tracy, mostly dressed now and sitting beside her broken body, wiped the tears from her cheeks tenderly. “Thank you, Sara. I can see now why he was tempted to break his sacred rules for you. And from the look on your man’s face, I get a feeling this is the last time I’ll be invited to witness your pleasure. But I’ll never forget it.”
“He’s not mine.” She wouldn’t forget either.
Tracy narrowed his eyes. “Sure about that, are you?”
Then Dean was there, a warm washcloth caressing her body, soothing her. She sensed more than saw Tracy leave the bedroom as Dean began placing tender kisses on her thighs, her sex. His tongue flicked her clit lightly and she released a shuddering sigh, her drained body coming back to life the way it did every time he touched her. He groaned and she knew he wasn’t done yet. He wanted more.
Before she was swept away by sensation she thought a few more weeks of this might kill her. She would die happy and with more memories of pleasure than one girl probably deserved, but still. Where did she go from here? How would she go back to normal after this? It was already changing everything. Affecting everything.
When it was over, what would it do to her heart?
Chapter Six
Dean was in a foul fucking mood and he was holding the reason why in his hands.
Do you have your seatbelts securely fastened? You’ll be glad you did when I deliver the latest dish on one of our favorite billionaires.
