by Suzanne Rock
“That’s it, Shana. Just relax. Trust your instincts.” Nolan palmed her breast and squeezed. Pleasure spiraled out of her center and consumed her body, making her hot and needy.
She moaned and tightened her grip on Nolan’s biceps as Jag pulled away from her lips.
“If we’re going to be spending the next day or two together, then you must learn to trust us completely.” Jag slipped his hand down under the seam of her panties and slid then over her smooth mound. “Consider this a lesson in trust.”
Nolan kissed a hot trail along her neck. “This doesn’t have to be all about lessons, Jag,” he murmured against her skin. “The girl signed up so that she could have some fun. We should make sure that she has fun, too.”
“Yes, fun.” Jag curled his fingers into her flesh as he ground his cock against her backside. “And let me just say that Nolan and I are well versed in fun. It’s part of our job.” He leaned back slightly and offered her a sly smile.
Shana didn’t doubt it. Still, she was confused. She was still technically in a relationship with Odin. They were separated in her mind—his flirting with the blonde made sure of that—but she still hadn’t had the conversation with him.
Nolan lifted his head from her neck and hooked his finger under her chin. He waited until their gazes met before he spoke. “You should know that we have two rules, Shana.”
“Yes.” Jag leaned closer and whispered into her ear. “Rule one is that we never make promises beyond the moment.”
Nolan nodded. “We are in this for fun, nothing more.” He ran his thumb along her lower lip, creating tingles of pleasure deep in her core. “And the second rule...”
“The second is that we’ll never do anything you don’t want us to do.” Jag slipped his fingers a little lower and edged the tip in between her damp folds. “Just say no, and we’ll back off and not bother you again.”
“Ever,” Nolan agreed as he ran his finger over the tip of her breast. He moistened his lips. “Tell me, Shana. Do you wish us to continue?”
“Do you wish us to help you learn to trust us—and your instincts?” Jag whispered.
Nolan’s gaze darkened. “And perhaps have a little fun in the process?”
“Yes.” The word came out in a breathy whisper as she stared up into nolan’s bright-blue eyes..
“Yes—what?” Nolan raised his brow and lowered his finger.
“Yes, I want this.”
“You want what, sweetheart?” Jag whispered in her ear as he removed her helmet.
“I want—” What did she want? She had never been with two men before, so she didn’t know. “I want to have fun with you.” There, that should encompass anything the men had planned.
“Oh really?” Jag traced the rim of her opening with the tip of his finger. Shana gasped and leaned back into his torso, pressing her ass into his thick cock. “Are you sure? Not every woman can take the games Nolan and I like to play. Think about your answer.”
“Yes, I’m sure.” Shana gasped as Nolan pinched her nipple. Pain sparked through her body, feeding her need.
“Tell us, Shana.” Nolan ran his thumb over her nipple once more. “Have you ever been entered from behind?”
“No.” She had heard of other people having anal sex, but had never tried it herself. Odin was never really into it.
“Perhaps we should start slow, then,” Nolan said. “We have all weekend, after all.”
“Good idea.”
Shana was about to protest, but then Nolan slipped his hands up under her shirt. “Up and off, pretty lady.”
Shana raised her arms as Nolan dragged her shirt over her head.
“Beautiful,” he murmured.
Jag slid his hand out of her pants, causing her to whimper. “You’ll have me soon enough, sweetheart. Unfortunately, I have to let Nolan have his fun first, or he’ll finish before he gets a chance to touch you.”
Nolan grunted and caught the condom Jag tossed him. Shana watched in shock as the men pulled their pants down around their knees and took off their helmets. Everything was happening so fast. It felt so...dirty. She kind of liked it.
A flash of guilt washed over her, but she pushed it aside. Odin was no longer in the picture, and she had nothing to feel guilty about.
“She’s starting to think too much again, I see,” Nolan said.
“Such a shame. We should give her something else to occupy her thoughts,” Jag said.
Nolan grinned and kissed her hard on the mouth. While Jag’s kiss was gentle and persuasive, Nolan’s was hard and commanding. Shana felt herself falling under his spell.
Her whole world spun as he pulled away from her lips and turned her to face Jag. “Strip,” he commanded.
Jag offered her a warm smile. “You’ll have to forgive him. Nolan is rather used to giving commands.”
“N-no need for forgiveness,” she stammered. “I kind of like it.”
“You do?” Jag raised his brow and glanced at Nolan. “Then you better do as the man asks, my dear, before he decides to punish you for being slow.”
“Punish?” Excitement rippled down her spine. She hesitated, wondering what kind of punishment the sexy auburn-haired instructor would give. In the end, she decided to obey his command. She was much too eager to have him inside of her and wasn’t up to much foreplay.
As she moved, she caught a good look at Jag’s cock, pointing straight toward her. It looked so thick and long. She moistened her lips as she started to straighten, wondering how it would taste in her mouth.
“Oh no you don’t.” Nolan pressed his hand on her back, bending her over until she was eye-level with the large cock once more. “I want you just like this.”
Before she could speak, Nolan rubbed his callused palms over her ass. The friction sent heat through her system and sent fire running in her core. She groaned and closed her eyes as Nolan slid his hands down and in between her legs.
“Wider, sweetheart.” He tapped the inside of her leg with his foot. She spread her legs farther apart.
“Ah yes, that’s it,” Jag said. “Just like that.” He shifted his gaze from Shana to Nolan. “Just let me know when you’re done so I can have a turn.”
Nolan chuckled. “Be prepared to wait, buddy. I plan to be a while.”
“Fuck.” Jag grabbed the base of his shaft as Nolan slid his finger between her folds. Shana moaned and leaned back, pressing her ass toward his waiting hands.
“That’s beautiful, Nolan,” Jag muttered as he pumped his fist up and down his length. “Fucking beautiful.”
“You haven’t seen anything yet.” Nolan slipped his finger through her moist heat and buried it deep inside her core. Shana gasped as her muscles stretched to accommodate the intrusion.
“She’s so fucking wet,” Nolan said. He moved his finger in and out of her body, sliding it along her sensitive inner walls.
Shana moistened her lips as she watched Jag move his hand up and down his length.
“Do you like that, baby?” He asked.
She nodded then moaned as Nolan thrust his fingers as deep as they could go.
“I like it, too,” he said. You two look so hot together. So fucking hot.” He gripped his shaft tighter and leaned against one of the dock’s posts.
“She feels amazing,” Nolan said as he eased his fingers out of her body.
“I bet.” Moisture beaded on the tip of Jag’s cock. Shana ran her tongue over her lips her lips as she imagined herself tasting him with her tongue.
“Be careful, honey,” Jag said.
She flicked her gaze up to meet his as the condom wrapper tore open behind her. “Why?”
“When you wet your lips like that, you make me want to feel that sweet mouth around my cock.”
“I’d like that.”
“Don’t give her any ideas,” Nolan grumbled as he positioned himself at her opening. “Remember the deal—you have to wait your turn.”
“Oh, I remember.” Jag’s gaze turned dark and needy as he focu
sed on her. “Just know this, sweetheart. As good as Nolan might make you feel now, I’ll make you feel ten times better.”
Nolan grabbed her hips and curled his fingers into her flesh. “I don’t fucking think so.” He rammed his cock up into her channel, pushing himself deep into her center until his hips slapped against her backside. Shana groaned as her body stretched and pleasure spiraled through her.
“Do I hear a challenge?” Jag asked.
“You bet.” Nolan leaned over her body and palmed her breasts. Shana whimpered as his body heat and musky scent surrounded her. “We’ll both have a turn then let her decide.”
“You’re on,” Jag said, slowing the pace of his strokes. “Be prepared to lose, partner.”
Nolan pinched her breasts, causing her to groan. “Oh, I don’t think so.” He performed tiny thrusts into her pussy. They were just enough to fuel the building tension in her core. Shana moaned and spread her legs wider apart, allowing him better access.
“Feels good, sweetheart?” Nolan whispered into her ear.
Unable to speak, she hummed her response.
“Good.” He pinched her nipples, sending a spark of pain through her body. He pumped faster, the shallow thrusts adding to her need.
He was everywhere—on top of her, around her, inside her. Jag’s lean form became hazy as the world around her began to fade away.
Nolan slid one of his hands down from her breast, teasing and stroking her skin until he came to the smooth folds of her pussy. His thrusting never slowed as he slipped his finger in between her folds and found her clit. He pressed her sensitive nubbin with the pad of his thumb, causing her to gasp.
“Oh yes,” she whispered. She reached out in front of her, desperate for something solid to anchor against the rising tidal wave of need. There was nothing. She whimpered her disappointment as Nolan pressed harder against her ass.
“Fuck, she’s so wet. I’ve never felt anything so good.” He swirled his finger, rubbing her clit in circles. “Come on, baby. Come for me. Let me feel you hug my cock.”
“You better do what the man says,” Jag said. “I know from experience that it’s only better when you obey his commands.”
Jag’s form came sharply into focus. He was stroking his erection while watching her and Nolan, his gaze intense. The image sent a surge of need through her core. Nolan continued to thrust, creating wonderful ribbons of friction that rolled up through her center. She was close, so close...
She gasped as her orgasm crashed through her body. Wave after wave of joy rumbled through her, robbing her of her strength. She shuddered against Nolan and whispered his name as her skin burned with pleasure.
“Oh God.” Nolan straightened and grabbed her hips. “Fuck.” He pulled back until only the tip of his cock remained in her body, then rammed hard and deep, spearing her center. Fresh waves of ecstasy slammed through her, making her cry out with joy. Nolan thrust hard and fast, possessing her, claiming her.
And her orgasm continued. Shana had never felt anything so strong, so powerful. Nolan was losing control, she knew, and she loved every second of it.
“Yes, oh God, Shana.” Nolan pushed harder, the primal slap of their bodies coming together echoing all around them. He grunted as he pushed himself into her backside again and again, claiming her for his own. Soon his movements became more erratic. With a roar, Nolan exploded inside her body, filling her with his passion. His orgasm spurred a second within her core, and Shana cried out as joy flowed through her veins.
It took a long time for her to tumble back to Earth. When the last ripples of her orgasm began to fade, Nolan removed himself from her body and disposed of his condom. Shana straightened and before she could get her bearings, Nolan was there again, pulling her into his arms. He crashed his lips against hers, the firm, commanding press making her yield to his presence. Shana wrapped her arms around him and kissed him back, fully aware of how well their bodies fit together.
“That was incredible,” he said as he pulled away.
“Yeah.” Shana ran her fingers along his stubbled jaw, enjoying the feel of him against her skin. Everything about Nolan was rough and rugged, masculine. It was impossible for a woman not to lose herself around him. And those eyes…they were so piercing and honest. Nolan could melt a woman’s resistance with just one look.
“I’m definitely going to like this trip,” he said as he rested his forehead against hers.
“Ditto.”
“All right, all right. Enough, you two.” Jag grabbed her arm and tugged her from Nolan’s embrace.
Shana gasped as Jag turned her around to face him. “You’ve had a taste of Nolan. Now, it’s my turn.”
Chapter Four
Jag captured her lips in a hot, searing kiss. He wanted to give her time to recover from Nolan, but damn, they were so hot together. Watching Nolan and Shana have sex made Jag harder than granite. He grabbed her hips and ground his cock into her lower abdomen. Fuck he needed to be inside of her. He wanted nothing more than to possess and claim that wonderful, soft body for his own.
No. He forced himself to pull away and breathe. He had to take his time and make this good for her. He was in a competition with Nolan, after all.
Nolan was a true master when it came to sex. Jag had no idea how he could compete.
He thought about Shana’s response to Nolan’s commands. She seemed to like being ordered around. Maybe he could play on that. Perhaps that would be the tool he needed to give him the edge over his lover.
“Get up against the post.”
“What?”
He forced himself to push her away. “You heard me.”
He watched Shana look around the tall columns on the pier. They stood at six feet, taller than her, but only an inch or two shorter than himself.
Fuck, she looked so delicate, so delightful. A seductive smile spread out over his lips as she backed up against one of the columns.
“Good,” he said. He closed the distance between them and pressed his body to hers. “Very good.” He laced his fingers with hers and drew them up over her head. “Now close your eyes.”
“What?”
“You heard me.” He placed soft, butterfly kisses along her cheek and brows. “Do it.”
She closed her eyes. Jag heard the hitch in her breath.
“Remember to breathe, Shana.” He tilted his head and brushed his lips against hers. “Blank your mind and just feel.”
“What are you going to do?”
“Trust me.” He pinned her hands over her head with one hand and cupped her breast with the other. She smelled so sweet, like cotton candy at a mid-summer amusement park.
“Nolan,” he called out over his shoulder.
“Yeah.”
“Hold this for me.” Jag indicated her hands.
“With pleasure.” Nolan secured her hands as Jag crouched in front of Shana until he was eye level with her breasts. “Make sure she doesn’t open her eyes.”
“What should I do if she disobeys?” Nolan asked.
Jag glanced up at Nolan and smirked. “Punish her.” He felt Shana shiver and refocused his attention on her breasts. “You’re not going to open your eyes, are you, Shana?”
“N-no.”
“You’re going to focus on me and nothing else, correct?”
“Y-yes.”
“Good.” He blew across the tip of her nipple and watched it tighten. “You’re going to learn to trust me, Shana. And I’m going to win this bet.”
“Fat chance,” Nolan said.
“We’ll see about that.” Jag flicked his tongue around her nipple, causing her to gasp. Fuck it all, if the woman didn’t taste as good as she smelled. It was almost as if she had been dipped in sugar. Jag’s whole body hardened in response.
He ran circles around her breast, teasing and stroking her nipple with his tongue until it formed a sharp peak. He listened to her cries and drank them in like air. Fuck, he loved that voice. He wanted her to cry out for him, to grip his cock
when he pushed himself deep into her pussy…
With a shudder, Jag forced himself to slow down. The disadvantage of going after Nolan was the woman had already been pleasured—twice. Jag had the tough job of arousing her already over-stimulated body once more. It would take time and dedication for her to climax again.
He switched breasts, repeating the agonizing torture with the other nipple. She wiggled beneath him, and the perfume of her sex scented the air. He resisted the temptation to stroke his cock to relieve some of the ache. In order for him to win the bet they both needed to be hot and needy.
“Fuck, Jag. You’re hot,” Nolan said as Jag kissed his way down her belly.
“Yeah?”
“Hell yeah.”
Jag pulled away and noticed Nolan’s member starting to thicken. He met his lover’s gaze and raised his brows. “You always were the insatiable one,” he said.
“You know it.” Nolan grinned, and Jag shook his head. Normally when they were alone, Jag was the first to cry mercy. If it was up to Nolan, they’d have sex for hours on end.
Not that Jag was any slouch in the sex department. He had just never encountered someone with a carnal appetite as large as Nolan’s. It was one of the things he loved most about him.
Jag ran his fingers over her soft skin as he kissed his way over her smooth mound. “Lift your leg, sweetheart.” His voice sounded rough to his ears and no wonder. Jag felt as if he was about to burst with need.
Shana did as she was told. Jag placed her leg on his shoulder and kissed his way toward her center. Take it slow. Jag knew that the secret to winning the bet was to let the emotions build to the point of breaking—in both of them.
He slid his tongue over her opening and was rewarded with her groan of approval.
“God damn it, that’s hot,” Nolan said. “I want to taste.”
“You had your chance, big guy.” Jag grinned up at his lover and then ran his tongue over her folds once more. Her sweet, feminine taste burst on his tongue, making his cock swell to painful levels.
“Damn.” Nolan shifted and gripped his cock. “You’re driving me crazy, man.”
