Bryce had ordered all of her lingerie from Embrasse Moi. Wearing it for him had made her feel like his pampered pet, his indulged whore.
In front of these men—Quinn and Jace in front of her, eyes blazing with interest, and even Clay who, she could see, had moved a little to secure his own view—she felt like a hot temptress.
Very deliberately, in a move she didn’t know she had, she arched a little. She displayed herself, lifting her breasts, framed by the pearly silk of her demi-bra, for their inspection. For their delectation.
They liked it. Quinn and Jace both drew in harsh breaths. As though drawn by tractor beams, they both moved to take a nipple into their mouths.
She was consumed by the thrill of it—their mouths hot and needy, drawing hard on her, pulling at her nipples. She arched further, reflexively, and put a hand to each head to hold them in place. Somebody’s fingers found their way between her thighs and she arched into that, too, lifting up off the stool as those fingers worked her.
Gemini moaned, her body a blissful mess of sexual stimulation. From her right, Quinn slid a hand onto her ass and gave her an assist as she worked herself against those wicked fingers—Jace’s, it was now clear.
She was panting, nearly crying out with each breath when they lifted their heads. They looked down at her—Quinn and Jace from either side, Clay looking from over their shoulders. Following their gazes, she took her own view. Her bra was transparent over her nipples now, the turgid peaks clearly visible.
“Jesus,” Jace swore. “You’re a fucking beauty, Gem.”
Quinn was breathing hard as he sank the fingers of both hands into the low waist of her jeans. He tugged, bringing her off the stool to her feet and backed her against the bar. Moving his fingers to the center of her jeans, he opened the button and ratcheted the zipper down.
Jace was rubbing his hands over her breasts, palming her, then working her nipples. They both watched her carefully when Quinn slid his fingers into her jeans.
“Oh,” she breathed. “Oh.” Gemini knew she sounded like a surprised virgin, learning pleasure for the first time. “Quinn.”
He touched her clit. Two fingers, just far enough into her jeans to reach that twitchy, needy center of nerves. She shuddered and put a hand on his forearm, uncertain if she was asking for something more or something less.
Even if she didn’t know, he seemed to. While Jace tore her bra down to bare one nipple, while he took it into his hot mouth and drew another wail from her, Quinn moved his fingers. Watching her, experimenting, he gently circled. Pleased when she moaned, he wrapped his other hand into her braid, tilting her head back, arching her body further. Securing her, making her vulnerable as they stimulated her.
Quinn’s fingers knew magic. He leaned into her, his mouth close enough that he took her breath, his eyes boring into hers. Then, with determined intent, he stroked her until she cried out in orgasm.
She wasn’t expecting it, hardly even knew to expect it. She’d had orgasms before—over time, Bryce had learned her well enough that, when he cared to take the time, he’d bring her off.
But she’d never been the focus of such intense, purely male determination to give pleasure. To insist on it. Her body shuddered and wracked. Her knees turned to jelly and she sank down. Quinn’s final strokes against her clit were harder then, her own weight increasing the pressure. Jace circled her waist with his arm and brought her in close, relieving her of the need to stand.
Quinn leaned over her, waiting just long enough for her to catch her breath before he took her mouth. He kissed her, long and hard, a seductive, determined possession. When he was done, he lifted back and waited. He was watching for something, and it took a long moment for her to realize what it was.
His fingers weren’t simply pressed against her any longer. They were inside her, deeply, completely. He rocked his hand just a little, stroking her. He moved inside her easily, pointedly informing her of what he already knew—that she was wet and needy for him.
That was what was in his eyes, what he waited for her to comprehend. He owned her. He’d taken her without her even being aware of it. And her body was entirely obvious, unashamedly ready for him, wanting him.
“I’ll have you now.” His dark eyes glittered with intent. His expression was resolved, nearly harsh.
“Yes. Please.”
His lips quirked. He was pleased. He should be. Gemini had never asked for it. She’d never wanted it like she did now.
He thrust roughly with his fingers, once, twice, three times. Then he pulled out.
Jace propped her on her own two feet while Quinn peeled her jeans and undies over her hips and down her legs. He stripped them off, taking her flats with them. From behind, Jace slid her sweater down her arms and unfastened her bra. Quinn watched with significant concentration when Jace brushed the straps over her shoulders and took the bra away.
His eyes lit as he took in the sight, but all he did was watch, because his own hands were busy. He undid his fly and tore open his jeans.
She’d seen the bulk of him already. She’d been aware of how his erection had strained his fly.
But she hadn’t been prepared for this.
His cock thrust out hugely, nearly as thick as her wrist. It surged forward like it was seeking home in her body.
She should have been afraid, but she wasn’t. She wanted him. She could feel the slick moisture of her pussy heating up.
Behind her, Jace pushed one of the padded stools up against her ass. He tugged her back, and, willing as a lamb, she went. She found he’d moved another stool into place and her shoulders landed there. It ended at her neck, so her head hung back.
She couldn’t see the men then, but was exquisitely aware of what they saw. Her back arched, thrusting her naked breasts up. Her legs hung open, revealing the most intimate part of herself. At their mercy, spectacularly aroused, all she could do was anticipate what came next.
They made her wait for it. She knew Jace was at her side and Quinn was standing between her open legs—she’d heard his grunt of satisfaction when her thighs had parted. She thought Clay was further off to the side, somewhere behind Jace.
Her breath was hitching crazily by the time she felt the first touch. There was pressure at the opening of her pussy, and she knew Quinn had placed his cock there. He gave her just enough to let her feel the big head of it, to know what was coming.
She cried out, excitement warring with trepidation. It was a wicked torture, that pressure there, holding, making her edgy with suspense.
Abruptly, fingers pinched at her nipples—both of them, roughly grasped, tugged. It was Jace—she could feel his hip against her side. He lifted them, suspending the weight of her breasts, jiggling them.
Gemini moaned. A shivery thrill arced through her. She squirmed, somehow trying to provoke that rending she knew was to come.
Quinn had his own mind about it. He moved with her, allowing only that bit of penetration he’d given her. She groaned in frustration.
“She wants it.”
That was Jace, and he chafed his thumbs over her nipples.
“And I’ll give it to her. When I damned ready.”
Apparently, Quinn wasn’t satisfied. Gemini soon learned what he was after.
He reached under her knees and brought her legs up. He pressed her thighs up and open and secured her there. Trussing her up, with his cock still just on the verge of piercing her, he had her entirely under his control.
Still he held there as a wild quake of excitement tore through her. She trembled, steadying herself with one hand against the smooth wood of the bar. She reached out with the other hand and found a grasp on the soft wool of Jace’s suit slacks.
That was all she could manage, just those two, grounding holds. What happened next wasn’t in her hands.
“I’m going to fuck you, Gemini.”
Quinn’s words were a harsh growl, followed immediately by action. He thrust into her, one full stroke that filled her completely
. It took a long, tortuous moment. She was wet and ready for him, but he was large. It took some force, overcoming her body’s resistance. It pulled a little, a twinge of pain/pleasure that had her crying out again. Her breath came in anxious huffs as she gradually eased around him. He was so big. She was so full. As her body adjusted, accepting him, she reveled in that feeling.
“Quinn.”
“Fuck, baby. You’re so tight. So hot.”
He was arched over her, his breath shuddering out. Gemini knew a moment of pure pleasure, a singular, novel pride in her woman’s body. She had him nearly felled with desire for her.
It was a heady moment that didn’t last.
With a curse, he started thrusting into her roughly, deeply. “Fuck. Fuck!”
Each time he plundered into her he swore. Each thrust was harder, faster. Until he was pounding into her, howling.
She felt split open, filled so hard, taken so deep. Every drive brought him roughly against her clit, the exquisite stretch he imposed making her tight and impossibly sensitive.
She moaned and shuddered, shaking almost immediately with wild sexual excitement. “Oh. Oh. Quinn. Quinn.”
“Baby. Baby.”
He wrapped her legs against his chest and arched back so she was impaled on his cock. The tenor of his thrusts changed. He fucked methodically into her, holding back his own pleasure.
Gemini understood. He was waiting for her. He wouldn’t come until she did. She, who’d had only a handful of orgasms in her life, was going to have a second one this night. Quinn was insisting on it.
Jace tugged her nipples harder, long pulls that made her pant.
The determined attention of two men was overwhelming to her. She stopped thinking, stopped considering whether she really was a fuck-two-men, multiple-orgasm sort of girl. She gave over.
She let herself be taken by that hard cock thrusting into her, owning her, by the rough, erotic play with her nipples. She grasped tighter at Jace’s thigh. She arched her back, handing herself over to Quinn’s hold on her, giving over to his thrusts.
Out of control then, she shivered. She accepted those hard, taking thrusts and let herself go with it. She let out long, wailing breaths that huffed with each shove into her. Driven over the top, she spasmed as her orgasm exploded.
Gemini cried out, beyond herself, beyond anything but the awareness of those brutal thrusts. He was quickening, too, she knew, conscious of it on a feral level only. Her body jerked around him, clenching his cock, and taking him with her into oblivion.
He roared and clutched at her, flailing into her. With guttural breaths, in what sounded nearly like pain, he spurted harshly into her.
She felt it deep, the hot bursts of his cum. Wild with her own orgasm, still, she was aware.
She welcomed it, was grateful for it, celebrated this small victory, this seizing control of her own life. The emotional release she felt was as great as the physical.
Set free. That was what she felt.
Quinn fell down onto her as Jace let go of her breasts. She felt Quinn’s hot breath against her abdomen, his forehead pressed to her sternum. With the last bit of energy she had, she moved one hand to clutch her fingers into his curls.
After long moments, he lifted enough to circle a strong arm behind her shoulders. He raised her up, bringing them face to face.
He still filled her, not so huge and thrusting now, but still holding his place in her. His eyes searched hers. “You okay, Gem?”
She nodded, taking a moment to find her voice. “Yes.”
“You want to quit here?”
Gemini knew what he was asking. What had happened between them wasn’t exactly what she’d expected. Maybe not what he’d expected, either.
She hadn’t anticipated a wildly passionate, overwhelmingly erotic taking. She hadn’t expected to want it, to want him the way she had.
A fairly businesslike exchange of semen, from his body to hers, was what she’d had in mind. What had occurred was something she hadn’t even known she was capable of.
And it appeared to have meant something unexpected to him, as well.
“No.”
Gemini hadn’t made up her mind, was still evaluating the significance of Quinn’s question when Jace answered it for her.
She and Quinn both looked over to him, Quinn seeming as reluctant as she was to be pulled out of that little moment of mutual, surprised wonder.
“She’s not done.”
Quinn pulled out of her, a separation that caused a little quiver of loss for both of them. But he brought her close, his arm tucking around her as she sat just barely perched on that stool. “She is, if she says she is.”
“She wanted all of us to fuck her. I was the first to say I would.” He looked from Quinn to Gemini. “Are you saying no, now?”
Gemini didn’t look at Quinn then. She wanted to remember her mission. She didn’t want to think too much about what had just happened between her and Quinn. “No, I’m not saying no.”
Quinn’s reluctance was obvious as he stepped back. She felt every bit of it as his arm loosened around her and his fingers trailed along her skin. She made a point of not meeting his glance, though she could feel his gaze on her.
Jace stepped in front of her, severing that connection with Quinn. He’d been in shirtsleeves even as Gemini had come into the bar—she’d seen his suit coat and tie hanging over a hook alongside the door. Now, watching her, just as Quinn had done, he unfastened his belt and opened his fly.
She got only a glimpse of another huge, swollen cock before he lifted her against him. He was the tallest of the three men, probably 6’2”, and she felt the bulk of hard muscle as he held her. She was suspended, toes well above the floor, breasts to his chest.
Her arms circled over his shoulders, around his neck and back. She was slightly above him, his heated blue eyes gazing up into hers.
“Wrap your legs around my waist.”
She did as he bade and saw the flare of his eyes. She was open against him, her pussy bare and rubbing into the tip of his erection. One of his arms slid lower on her back, making the most of that contact.
“Give me your mouth.”
Wondering what universe of eroticism she’d fallen into, Gemini obeyed his command. It was exactly what she wanted to do in any case. She didn’t spend another moment thinking of what had taken place between her and Quinn. She didn’t give a single thought to where Clay was, what he might be thinking as he watched. Sinking her fingers into the soft blond curls at Jace’s neck, she touched her lips to his.
For just a moment, it was a soft, sweet kiss. As though she wasn’t already naked, pussy pressed to hard cock, he seduced her with his mouth. His lips were soft and warm, gently toying with hers. Then he slid his tongue lightly along her lower lip. A shudder rippled through him and he lifted his head to look at her.
In that moment their lovemaking flashed from seduction to wild taking. His mouth captured hers in flagrant possession, his tongue swooping in to lay claim. His lower hand moved to her ass to secure her and he flexed once, bringing his cock from between them to nestle at her wet opening.
She moaned, abruptly needy again, suddenly aching to be filled once more.
Jace lifted his head. Watching her, his breath as rough as hers, he lowered her.
“Ahh.”
Like Quinn’s, his cock stretched her nearly to the point of pain. He filled her achingly slowly, watching on her face the devastation he caused.
She shook with it, just that single act of penetration that was so engulfing. She felt every inch of it as his cock made its way into her body.
“Jace. Jason.”
“Take it, baby. You’re, by God, going to take it.”
“Oh!”
She was already so sensitized. Every part of her felt already so used, so overstimulated.
But he was right. She took it. He slid her onto him until she felt as full as she could be. But then he worked his hips and found his way even deeper into
her, making her moan yet again.
He turned with her, one hand still gripping her ass. The other was behind her back, and he propped her there against the bar, his forearm as a cushion. He leaned back a little, watching as he pulled his cock out of her cunt and then thrust back in.
He seemed to like the look of it. Still watching, he plunged in and out a few more times. Then his gaze came to hers and she saw the primitive pride of ownership there. Heat flared in his eyes as he fucked her.
Gemini was nothing but powerless to it. She was captured by his eyes, by his body as he plundered her. He drove her up and her moans of pleasure became constant, rising in pitch and volume until they turned into helpless screams. He contained her, fucking into her until she shattered in bliss.
He roared in satisfaction, pumping harder and faster until he, too, exploded. He growled out his climax, thrusting hard and spasming as he burst into her, filling her with hot spurts of cum. He kept at it, reflexively prolonging the stimulation for them both, beyond what she’d known was possible.
She was nearly crying before he quit, whimpering out little moans of pained ecstasy. Jace had fallen into her, his weight pressing her against the bar now. Her head was buried in his shoulder. She heard soft, male cursing, and wasn’t sure whose it was.
“Let me in.”
That was Clay, standing now at Jace’s shoulder. Gemini was pretty sure he’d said it before, that he’d made some move to nudge Jace out of the way before either of them had noticed. He lifted his head to look at her in question.
“No,” she said, too weak even to shake her head. “No more.”
“You wanted all three of us,” Clay said. He pushed in alongside Jace and cupped her face with his big hand, turning her to him. “Say yes, babe,” he told her. “Say yes, damn it.”
It was clear he wouldn’t do more without her consent. Gemini tried to gather her wits, tried to come back to herself. She’d made wild, taking love to one man, and then let a second use her, have her, in the same way. He was still inside her. She was still made one with him by the presence of his cock in her pussy, and yet, she was considering this.
Clay’s eyes were light blue, almost silver, and compelling. She felt mesmerized, outside herself.
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