Shayla Black - [Wicked Lovers 01]

by Wicked Ties

  “Is that a yes?”

  “Yes.” She pressed her body against his. “Please, yes.”

  “Cher, it will be our pleasure.”

  He sealed the deal with a kiss, slanting his hungry mouth over hers and urging her lips apart for him. Immediately, he filled her mouth with his unique flavor, something dark, spiced with Cajun coffee, whiskey, and mystery. She’d know the addictive taste of Jack anywhere. She also tasted just a hint of her own juices. But the gentle note of his kiss was new, infused with not just desire, but hope and promise. Morgan melted.

  Deke wasn’t content to be idle, though. He pressed his hot mouth to the sensitive curve between her neck and shoulder, skimming his fingers up her body, from hip to navel, up again to swirl around her taut nipple begging for attention.

  His thumb brushed across it once. Just once. She gasped into Jack’s mouth. Then she moaned when her sexy Cajun hottie pinched its mate.

  The two of them together were going to be pure combustion.

  A rush of hot desire blasted her, and her knees damn near turned liquid as Jack pressed kisses down her jaw, her shoulder, working his way straight to the nipple he still gripped between his thumb and forefinger.

  Deke apparently took that as a sign because he curled huge palms around her cheeks and lifted her face to his, eyes burning. All traces of the teasing big guy who called her “doll” had been replaced by one hard, hungry man. A fresh bolt of lust crashed in her belly.

  That need resonated in his moan as he took her mouth and pushed his way inside. Deft, seductive, his clever tongue danced around hers, flirting, tasting, then backing away. He taunted, giving her a brief taste of his rich flavor, tinged with something minty.

  She was drowning in a sea of need. The feel of Deke’s mouth over hers as Jack toyed with her nipple was making for one hell of a riptide.

  Her ability to tread the waters of heavy desire didn’t improve any when Deke nipped his way down to her other nipple and both men each worked at a sensitive nub. If she hadn’t already been incredibly wet, the sight of two male heads, one like tawny light, the other like silken midnight, would have had her juices running like a leaky faucet. Blood rushed through her body. Desire burned achy and tight just under her skin, pooling between her legs, creating a sea of need.

  The tugs of their mouths, different times, different pressures, produced a unified result: arousal that had her sweating. Sensations darted from her nipples to her clit in a rapid-fire sequence her body could barely process.

  “Feel good?” Jack lifted his head, lips wet and red and so damn kissable.

  She whimpered in answer.

  “I think that’s a yes,” Deke whispered beside him.

  Standing at her side now, Jack urged her toward the bed. Deke helped, one hand guiding her by the shoulder, the other palming her ass. She waited for them to help her onto it.

  They didn’t.

  When her thighs bumped the mattress, they bent her over the rumpled bed, then disappeared behind her. Morgan closed her eyes, aware of being naked and vulnerable and exposed. And of two sets of eyes devouring her.

  Zippers rasped, clothes rustled. Someone dipped a hand into that little bag of tricks near her feet. Foil ripped. Her heart picked up speed. What were they doing? No anxiety in the request, just dying-to-know curiosity. A million forbidden images flooded her brain, each sexier than the last. And all because Jack wanted to fulfill her so he could claim her.

  She’d barely recovered from the thought when Deke eased around the side of the bed again, this time completely naked. She’d seen the hard muscles that slabbed his chest and rippled across his abdomen. Even more solid, lean flesh roped his thighs and framed a thick, heavily veined cock. Her gaze flew from it to his face, and he shot her a wry smile as he climbed on the bed.

  Behind her, Jack grabbed her hips and leaned over her back, the hair dusting his chest rasping over sensitive skin. She shivered.

  “I’m the director here, Morgan. What I say goes. Are you clear?”

  She swallowed, nodded. “Yes, sir.”

  “Good. Deke . . .” Jack lifted one of the hands from her hips, just for a moment, apparently giving the other man some sort of signal.

  Clearly, Deke understood it, because he sidled closer as Jack edged her away from the bed just enough for his friend to ease in front of her.

  Morgan’s heart began to pound double time. Deke’s body was so close, she could smell the heady musk rising from his slightly parted legs, see the individual hairs dusting his thighs, see every vein bulging under the soft skin of his rigid cock.

  Jack urged her closer to it, grasped her hips in his greedy hands and pressed the swollen head of his erection to her weeping entrance. He eased in a fraction, but only enough to tease her.

  His flared flesh burned against hers. She moaned, writhed, doing her best to tempt him. She ached to feel him impale her, stretch her. A jolt of need nearly had her screaming. Morgan bit her lip, wriggled her hips. Jack merely kept her in place, stretched out on a torturous rack of denial.

  “You want me to fuck you?” he demanded.

  “Yes, sir.”

  “I will,” he whispered in her ear. “When you suck his cock.”

  His words lashed her like a whip of desire, stinging across her senses. Morgan tossed a wide-eyed stare over her shoulder.

  “I want to watch your mouth on him while I fuck you. Do it now.”

  A heavy craving gnawed at her, pulsing low in her belly. She wanted to. And she wanted Jack to watch—and get hot as hell.

  Turning back to Deke, Morgan focused on his erection. He was definitely in proportion with the rest of his gargantuan body. There was no way she was going to be able to take him all in her mouth. Ever.

  But it could be damn fun trying, knowing that with every swipe of her tongue, she’d be driving not just Deke out of his head with lust, but Jack, too.

  “Yes, sir.”

  Before she’d even finished speaking, Deke took her nape in a gentle grip with one calloused hand and wrapped a ruthless fist around his cock with the other. Then he led her head down.

  As she dragged her tongue across the swollen head, Deke groaned. Jack issued an echo.

  Morgan did it again, laving more of Deke’s flared crest with the flat of her tongue. Watching his thighs go taut, she swirled around the ridge of his cock, then swiped her way across the surface again, gratified at his growl in her ear and the salty-musky taste of him leaking across her tongue.

  “Jesus, Jack,” Deke moaned. “She’s torture.”

  “She’s just getting started. Aren’t you, cher?”

  He eased the hot head of his cock out of her aching vagina, and she moaned in protest, right against the purple crest of Deke’s engorged erection.

  “Suck him,” Jack demanded. “Don’t toy with him.”

  But damn it, Jack was toying with her.

  Casting a glance up at Deke’s face, taut lines of strain bracketed his mouth. His blue eyes flared with demand and a fiery hunger that tightened the screws of lust inside her, until the power of her need obliterated all but her hunger.

  He gritted his teeth, but still managed to joke, “Can you hurry, doll? You’d really be helping me out here.”

  Looking back down, she watched with helpless fever as Deke stroked the stalk of his flesh ruthlessly, his grip so tight and rough, it shocked her. Thrilled her.

  The heavy knot of desire pulsed between her legs and swelled at the sight of him. It jabbed her with hot impatience as Jack fed her two scant inches of his cock and stopped. Sweat broke out across her back, and she licked her lips, her brain unable to keep up with the needs of her body. The torment was almost too much.

  Deke’s fingers tightened on the back of her head, pushing her down again. Yes, she wanted this. To taste him. To know that Jack watched in approval and arousal.

  Morgan opened her mouth and sucked in as much of Deke’s hard length as she could, coating his hot, dry skin with her saliva. The moisture e
ased her way as she drew back, then pushed down his cock again, taking him to the back of her mouth.

  He sat heavy on her tongue, salty, so damn hot and spicy. His taste ratcheted up her arousal. So did knowing Jack watched her every move.

  “Good girl,” Jack praised as he plunged his cock deep into her channel, up against the mouth of her womb, where he pressed against a spot that made her moan and squirm and writhe. “As long as you’re sucking him good, I’ll fuck you good. You stop, I stop. You come before he does . . . I’ll give you hell.”

  A fresh bolt of lust hit her like lightning, white-hot and electric. Jack wasn’t just getting three people in a room for a fuckfest. No. Just like he understood the thoughts that made up her darkest needs, he dominated her, ordering her to participate, freeing her from any reins her morality might have put on her.

  Nodding her assent, Morgan bobbed her head, her tongue rasping against Deke’s cock. The big blond giant hissed in appreciation, and his fingers tugged on her hair, sending delicious pinpoints of pain across her scalp.

  God, she was burning up. Jack’s firm strokes rasping against her wet flesh were short-circuiting her brain. His every push sent her bobbing over Deke’s cock, and she swirled her tongue all over him, moistening, laving, teasing him with every stroke, loving the feel of him heavy on her tongue—and Jack’s stare hot on her back.

  Between the two of them . . . The torture rack of pleasure stretched her further. She was on fire, seared with lust that agonized. Her nipples ached, her clit screamed for attention. She imagined pushing Jack and Deke into climax at the same time. The thought made her insane with need.

  Morgan tightened around Jack, clamping down on him, as she dragged her tongue up the slick length of Deke’s cock. Both men groaned, long and guttural. One of Jack’s hands tightened on her hip, the other delved past her damp curls and press-rubbed her clit until she cried out. Deke upped the pleasure by pinching her nipples until the bite of pain, the shocking hedonism of their demands, nearly thrust her over the edge and sent her plummeting into hot satisfaction.

  “Not yet,” Jack warned, voice strained nearly beyond recognition.

  He eased back on his long, grinding strokes deep inside her.

  “No!” she protested, tearing her mouth away from Deke. Damn it, how could Jack do this to her? She throbbed. They’d tied her in knots of need. And wasn’t this her fantasy?

  “Jack!”

  “That’s sir to you,” he reminded her with a growl—and a firm whack to her ass and a gentle pinch of her clit. “Now suck him, make him come. Then you’ll get yours.”

  With no mercy whatsoever, Deke watched her with raw hunger as he filtered his hands through her hair again and tugged her down to his cock.

  Morgan closed her eyes. She ought to be pissed. Flamingly furious at the way they demanded and controlled and withheld. But no. She was more aroused than she’d ever been in her life.

  “Suck me hard.”

  Deke’s voice was like sandpaper on steel wool. The sound of it made heat flare like a furnace running full throttle, made her pussy clench with need.

  She sucked Deke into her mouth and gave a demanding pull on him. He stiffened even more against her tongue and gripped her hair in harsh fists. In reward, Jack plunged into her, prodding at her swollen clit with his fingers, now coated with her juice. She cried out.

  God, it was so much. Too much. And even though Jack had backed off the hot pace of his strokes, she still felt the inferno of desire raging, climbing, threatening to lick at her until her body exploded into a thousand pleasure-rent pieces and sanity fled.

  As if sensing how close she was, Jack eased away again. Morgan whimpered. She had to come. Soon, damn it. Now!

  She rededicated her efforts to Deke’s cock, laving from root to tip, lingering on the hidden spot just beneath the flared head, wrapping her tongue around the thick root. Then she took him in her mouth, deep, back to her throat and sucked hard. Her cheeks hollowed. Beneath her, Deke got even harder. And he groaned, urging her on.

  “Oh, that’s it. Holy shit, doll, you’ve got a mouth . . . That’s it. So hot, so good. Suck my cock.”

  He thrust up into her, fucking her mouth once, twice. Again, he swelled against her tongue, bulging so that she felt every ridge, every vein, the pulse of semen beneath the skin.

  “Jesus, Jack.” He panted. “I’m not going to last.”

  “Good girl,” Jack panted in her ears as he covered her back with sweat-slick flesh and finally began to piston in and out of her aching pussy. “Swallow him. Every drop.”

  Morgan bobbed her head in understanding, frantic now with arousal. She clawed her thighs as desire ballooned inside her. Her belly cramped with need as Deke engorged again. He pulsed on her tongue—hard. Then he cried out, the guttural sound ripped from his chest as if the pleasure was pure agony. His hot seed filled her mouth, salty, milky. She barely had time to swallow before Jack stiffened behind her, gripping her hips ruthlessly, and fucked her with every ounce of power he possessed.

  Up, up, up—she didn’t climb the ladder of arousal. She rocketed straight to the top with the feel of Jack’s cock stretching her, rasping against her every nerve ending. The beginnings of climax fluttered inside her, and Morgan whimpered, so ready to let go.

  “Don’t come,” Jack commanded. “I didn’t give you permission.”

  Who the hell was he kidding? Frantically, Morgan shook her head. She couldn’t stop it. Couldn’t.

  Jack smacked her ass, and Morgan instinctively jumped to obey. Why, damn it? She wanted to come.

  But she wanted to please him more. So Morgan tensed, trying to push out sensation, to stop her body’s headlong rush to satisfaction.

  “Hold on, doll,” Deke encouraged.

  She raised her eyes to his, pleading, needing. He just shook his head, those blue eyes promising more—much more . . . later.

  She railed, whimpered. God, the erotic edge of pleasure-pain had never been so overpowering.

  Behind her, Jack gripped her hips as he pounded into her with jackhammer strokes that had her weak-kneed and mewling. The drumbeat of desire pulsed in her clit as he continued to ramp her up and up.

  Then he swelled, stiffened. And with a savage shout and a last brutal thrust, Jack came, long and hard and powerfully.

  Morgan didn’t. Though denying herself had her tense as hell and crying out. God, she’d almost rather tear the top off of her head and pour acid inside. The ache was eating her up. So hot. So damn achy. Tears stung her eyes. This couldn’t go on . . .

  Jack withdrew from her body and tore off his condom with a satisfied smile. Bastard! He just left her here to burn alive.

  She glared, making plans to skewer him alive, string him up by his balls. This was her fantasy, and nowhere in it did she go without orgasm!

  “Wow,” Deke commented.

  “Fiery, isn’t she?”

  “Stop talking about me as if I’m not here! You two put me in this . . . state.”

  “We’ll fix you,” Jack assured.

  “When? Next month isn’t good enough. Even five minutes from now is too long to wait.”

  Morgan jerked against her bonds, frustration eating at her. But she couldn’t do anything, especially touch her own clit. Having two pairs of hot male eyes devouring her was only making her hotter, expanding the never-ending need.

  “Get on the bed.”

  Jack’s deep voice pinged in the air, telling her he wouldn’t tolerate any more of her outbursts. It was on the tip of her tongue to tell him to fuck himself . . . but ultimately, she couldn’t disobey. Not when he spoke like that. Not knowing the way she longed to please him. The submissive in her relented, needing to bow to his stronger presence and give herself into his care.

  She trusted that he would give her what she needed.

  Morgan approached the bed, uncertain exactly how he wanted her.

  Jack didn’t let her flounder, but helped her onto her knees—straddling Deke as he lay back wit
h a grin. His searing blue gaze was fixed on the wet curls between her legs, and already his cock stood like a stone column against his belly.

  Please, please don’t let them want her to fuck Deke without coming.

  On her knees, Jack urged her up Deke’s body, past his thighs and to his hips. But he didn’t stop. He kept pushing her up and up, past Deke’s abs and chest. Then the blond hulk himself lifted her, settling her knees on either side of his head.

  “I’ve got to get my mouth on this pussy.” He groaned.

  He dove into her like a man possessed, tongue spearing at her drenched channel, then lashing at her clit. Morgan gasped at the shocking burst of sensation. Any cooldown she’d achieved in the last three minutes evaporated at the first touch of Deke’s mouth. She squirmed, trying to find relief from the sweet torture of his teeth gently nibbling her. He wasn’t about to allow that. Instead, he wrapped his arms around her thighs anchoring her in place.

  Morgan might be on top, but Deke was completely in control.

  “You look so damn sexy,” Jack rumbled in her ear from behind her, his voice thick with desire. “I can’t wait until we’re both fucking you and you wash us in your cream as you come.”

  Both fucking her? God, yes. Jack understood what she craved. And he’d give it to her. She hoped before she expired from unfulfilled need.

  Jack fiddled with the locks at her sides, and suddenly her wrists were free—just in time for Deke to suck her clit into his mouth and nearly send her rocketing into the stratosphere. Nearly. But he didn’t let her go yet.

  “Can I come?” She turned pleading eyes on Jack as he bent to retrieve new items from his bag of tricks. “Please.”

  “Not yet. I’ll tell you, cher.”

  “I can’t stop . . .” She panted, gasping for her next breath. “It’s too . . .”

  “You can. You will,” Jack demanded.

  A fresh coat of perspiration glazed her skin. A new jab of lust sizzled inside her pussy. The same whimper that failed to move Jack before failed to move him now.

  Damn him! She was barely hanging on here . . . Her folds felt swollen to four times the normal size, and still Deke kept bringing the heat, the pleasure, leaving her just on the threshold of an atomic orgasm. And Jack just kept watching the show, idly toying with her nipples, like he had all day to enjoy.