Brooke's Wish

by Sandra Bunino

  The thought of two men staring at her ass covered by only a thin strip of lace should’ve had her melting with shame. Shewas melting but not with shame. The heat that burned in the pit of her belly flowed south as she imagined Ty and Jackson standing behind her. She already knew how sexy Ty looked bare-chested in worn cargo pants, but she wondered about Jackson. She wouldn’t be surprised if he had a shirt and tie on, if not his jacket too.

  The swish of fabric came closer and Jackson’s distinct cologne filled her nose. Where Ty’s scent was musky and natural, Jackson’s smell was clean and store bought. Both were different and both sexy as hell.

  “Good evening, sweetheart. You look tasty enough to eat.”

  His large and surprisingly soft fingertips traced a line from her blindfold-covered temple and followed her jawbone to her chin.

  “Tyler here allowed me into the scene on certain terms. Normally, I wouldn’t agree to guidelines, unless they were included in your limits list. In this case, they’re not. Against my better judgment, I agreed for you, sweetheart. I know this is your fantasy and I’m honored to be able to give it to you.”

  His voice came closer until puffs of air were upon her face with each word. She tilted her head and Jackson accepted her invitation with his full soft mouth. If Jackson’s lips were a work of art, his tongue could’ve been the eighth wonder of the world. He coaxed her mouth open with his own. Brooke leaned onto the balls of her feet to propel her body closer to him.

  Her spine straightened as instant heat from Ty’s body licked at her back. While she kissed Jackson, Ty gathered her hair into a side ponytail and smoothed her long locks over her shoulder. His tongue drew circles at the exposed skin on the base of her neck. Palms encircled her waist and pulled her back so that her heels returned to the plush carpet. Evidence of Ty’s arousal nudged the cleft of her backside. The heady combination of two mouths and sets of hands attending to her at once almost had her coming on the spot. Ty unhooked the closure of her corset and ran his fingers down her bared spine to the top of her ass. The front of the corset stayed in place until Jackson finally pulled away from their kiss.

  The delicate fabric dropped to her feet and Jackson wrapped his hands around her waist and laved each of her wanting breasts. Brooke’s head lulled back and she parted her lips as a moan escaped. The back of her head rested on Ty’s shoulder and she turned toward his husky voice.

  “Do you like that, princess?”

  “Mmmm.” It was all she was capable of since coherent thoughts were not an option. Ty’s fingers were still at the base of her ass. They slid further down and Brooke tensed. Jackson relinquished her breast but kept his hands at her waist.

  “Darlin’, has anyone played with you back here?” Ty asked and worked his fingers between the fleshy globes of her ass.

  Brooke shook her head.

  “It wasn’t on your limits list,” Ty whispered in her ear.

  “No, I’m, um, open to…to trying it.” Brooke felt her face flush.

  “Don’t be embarrassed by wanting to try something new, sweetheart. You should never feel ashamed to tell Tyler or me anything,” Jackson’s voice boomed from below her.

  Jackson’s hands moved from her waist to her backside. A snap of plastic sounded in the room and Brooke figured out why Ty wore cargo pants. The pockets came in handy for lube, condoms and other small items he may need. Ty’s fingers were back at her ass but this time they slipped easily over and around her opening. Brooke flung her head back and groaned deep from within her stomach when a single finger pushed through the first ring of muscle.

  “Do you like that? Why don’t you find out how much she’s enjoying it, Jax?”

  “My pleasure.”

  Brooke knew her panties were soaked. Her sex was hot and ready from the minute Ty walked through the door. Jackson kept one hand on her ass but she was more interested in the destination of his right hand’s nimble fingers. The pads of his fingertips started their tour at her collarbone. His hand trailed lightly between her breasts and over her abdomen, the sensation eliciting small shivers through her body. Between Jackson’s light touch at her front and Ty’s increasing pressure from behind, her body was electrified. She didn’t know how much more she could take. She surprised herself when she encouraged Jackson’s painfully slow descent to her sensitive folds.

  “Yes…please...”

  “I think she’s becoming impatient with us, Tyler,” Jackson said with a chuckle.

  “We have all night, princess. Are you in a hurry?” Ty teased.

  Jackson’s fingers slid down her hipbone and stroked the inside of her thighs. Brooke writhed when he brushed the outside of her panties. She moaned again.

  “No. No hurry.” Brooke gulped. Her breath came in pants and whimpers when Jackson finally slipped his hand into her lace panties. She was sure that even a light brush anywhere close to her clit would send her over the edge. Jackson passed over that area to find her slick channel.

  “Oh, sweetheart. I think we can lose these now.”

  Before she could register exactly what “these” were, her hips jutted forward with the impact of her designer lace panties being ripped from her feminine bits. She gasped. When the hell did she ever think having her panties torn from her body was sexy? She stood completely naked with the exception of a red sash over her eyes flanked by two of the sexiest men in existence tending to her pleasure. Never in her wildest imagination did she think she would be in this position.

  “I think you’ve stood here long enough. How about we move somewhere more comfortable?” Ty asked.

  She nodded her head. Not that she was complaining, but she’d started to lose the feeling in her toes.

  They made quick work at unlatching the spreader bar at her ankles. Her knees buckled from standing in the same position for so long and blindly grasped the air as she started to fall.

  “Whoa. I got you, sweetheart,” Jackson’s hand was instantly around her back. He whisked her up into his arms. Instinctively, she reached for his chest and instead of finding him bare-chested like Ty, she fingered a crisp button down shirt.

  “I knew it,” Brooke said breathlessly.

  “Knew what?” Jackson’s mouth was just above her ear. His breath tickled at her temple.

  “I saw what Ty had on before he blindfolded me, and I figured you’d be a bit more...formal.”

  “That’s Jax for you. He always dresses well for the occasion.” Brooke turned toward Ty’s voice, which came closer as he spoke.

  “We have you at a disadvantage, don’t we, princess? How about we take this off?” Ty’s voice was at her opposite side and she felt very cozy with her sexy-as-sin Dom bookends on either side. Her blindfold loosened and slid over her hair. She looked from Ty to Jackson.

  “Well hello there,” Jackson said with a hungry grin.

  “Hi,” Brooke squeaked. Suddenly she was conscious of her very naked state.

  “Hey, look at me, love.”

  Brooke turned toward Ty, searching his gentle eyes.

  “Relax and enjoy this, princess. We’re here for you. This is all aboutyou. Remember, don’t think, just feel.”

  Brooke nodded. Ty was right. She was in the middle of a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity and over-thinking wasn’t even on her to-do list.

  “To the bed, gentleman.”

  “You heard the lady, Jax.”

  Chapter Eleven

  Separately both men were incredible but together they were a potent combination. Working in tandem like a well-oiled machine, Brooke could tell it wasn’t their first rodeo together.

  After Jackson placed her carefully on the bed like a fine piece of china, he unbuttoned his shirt and pulled it from his massive shoulders. His smooth chocolate skin showcased the hills and valleys of his cut arms, shoulders and abs. Brooke licked her lips when Jackson crawled onto the bed and sat with his back against the headboard. He spread his legs and patted the insides of his thighs as a signal for Brooke to join him. She gladly nestled her h
ips between his legs. Even through his pants, his erection teased at her lower back.

  “Ahh, sweetheart. You’ll have me coming right here if you continue to move like that.”

  “We wouldn’t want to soil his new pair of Armanis,” Ty said and rolled his eyes. “Give me your hand, love.”

  The ribbons from her cuffs dangled loose as Ty lifted her hand to his lips and kissed the top of her knuckles. His warm breath sent shivers down her arm, extending throughout her body. She shook when Jackson’s fingers trailed down her ribcage and rested on her hip. She’d never experienced such intense focus from one man, let alone two. The intoxicating effect left her aching for more. Ty’s hooded gaze seared through her while he placed her palm against the cool wooden headboard and threaded one end of the ribbon through the slats. He tied the ends together with just enough give to allow her hands a few inches of movement. Mia’s gaze followed Ty as he walked to the other side of the bed and secured her right hand while Jackson administered a trail of daisy kisses down the side of her neck. Yes, they were a heady combination.

  Mia closed her eyes and leaned back onto Jackson’s shoulder. The mattress sank and Ty shifted between her legs. Grabbing her ankles, he placed each foot over Jackson’s legs, one at a time.

  “How’re you feeling, princess?”

  Brooke opened her eyes just enough to see the blurry form of Ty in front of her. “Like I’m in heaven.”

  Jackson shifted his legs further apart and Ty’s fingertips traced a fiery path down the insides of her thighs. She sucked in a breath and braced herself for his touch at her aching folds. She waited. He stopped. A whimper emitted from her throat. She was so. Damn. Close.

  “Open your eyes. I want you to watch as I taste you for the first time,” he said in the slow southern drawl she was beginning to love. He stroked the delicate skin of her inner thighs.

  Brooke opened her eyes wide and held Ty’s stare. Her ass lifted from the mattress as Jackson bent his knees, taking her body with him. Ty’s tongue flitted over the outside of her wet folds and whispered over her clit. She rolled her head back on Jackson’s shoulder. He nudged her back.

  “Watch him, sweetheart,” Jackson said as he lazily caressed her breasts.

  She regained Ty’s gaze in time to witness his tongue making its way to her channel. Oh. My. God. She could’ve sworn she was floating as she lost her inhibitions to Ty and Jackson. Fingernails scratched at the headboard and she tried to keep her growing animal instincts at bay. The intense desire growing within both scared and excited her. Never had she felt so out of control yet focused.

  Ty lapped at her pussy, inching forward with each stroke. He teased his tongue around her clit. Her breaths came short and ragged.

  “Let it go. You can’t control everything. Just feel,” Jackson whispered as he nibbled at her ear. That was all she needed to hear.

  Ty flicked her engorged clit once with his tongue before clamping his lips around and grazing the nub with his teeth. It was enough to send her spinning over the top. She tried to maintain eye contact but it was a losing battle. Ty and Jackson sent her straight into the tornado of an uncontrollable climax. She moaned deep and throaty, uttering words she knew made no sense. She didn’t care. She let go of her mind and body for those precious and delicious moments. Wave after wave wracked her body until the lingering effects of her contracting inner walls left her satisfied. But she wanted more. So much more and there were two very sexy men ready, willing and oh-so-able to oblige.

  As Jackson released the ribbons restraining her wrists, Ty pulled her close and took her mouth hard with his. The taste of her juices on his lips summoned a new rush of moisture to the juncture between her legs. Glad to have the use of her arms, she cupped his stubble-covered cheeks in her hands while their tongues tangled together.

  Ty withdrew from their kiss. “I think she’s ready for more, Jax.” He grinned playfully at Brooke and nodded at Jackson.

  “Turn around and let me see your gorgeous face,” Jackson said tugging at a lock of her hair.

  Brooke flipped around and sat on her heels facing Jackson. Ty’s chest was at her back and his warm breath at her ear.

  “I’m going to take you from behind, love. Do you want to take care of my friend or let him watch? It’s up to you,” Ty whispered.

  Brooke answered with actions rather than words. She traced the lines of Jackson’s sculpted shoulders and chest with her fingertips until they came together at the top of his abdomen. Admiring the way her pale hands looked against his mocha skin, she couldn’t wait to uncover more of him.

  “Lose the pants,” she commanded with raised eyebrows. She turned her head. “Both of you.”

  “I’ll bet you say that to all your patients,” Ty said, while wasting no time unzipping his fly.

  “Who’s calling the shots now?’ Jackson laughed and unbuckled his belt. “You learn fast, sweetheart.”

  Jackson and Ty made quick work of shucking their pants. Ty resumed his position at her back, his cock nestled near the cleft of her ass. She peered down at Jackson’s equipment and gulped for air. His full arousal begged for attention. She took his velvety shaft into her hand and stroked down to meet her other hand cradling his balls. Ty grasped each of her hips and pulled her backwards. She rested her elbows on Jackson’s thigh and she was on her knees, her ass in the air.

  Jackson’s scent of soap and masculine arousal filled her nostrils as she took her first taste of his cock. She lapped the glistening bead at his slit then drew circles around the tip with her tongue. Trailing a wet path down his erection to the base of his balls, Jackson groaned and raked his fingers through her hair.

  “So good, sweetheart, so good.”

  A crinkle and rip from behind made her wiggle in anticipation of Ty’s sheathed cock plunging deep into her wet pussy.

  “Take him all the way and you will be rewarded,” Ty said huskily.

  She hollowed her cheeks and sank her mouth low on Jackson’s cock as Ty thrust into her pussy. He filled her perfectly. Her inner walls tightened in appreciation over his girth.

  “Fuck, Brooke. You feel so good, don’t stop.”

  Her lips formed a smile around Jackson’s cock at Ty’s plea. As her lips traveled up and down on Jackson, Ty moved in tandem from behind. Brooke closed her eyes and savored the feeling of two cocks in her at the same time. Ty’s breath blew ragged behind her and his finger found her clit. Jackson kept a tight control on her movement with his grasp on her hair. His raspy gasps intertwined with Ty’s husky moans. It was intoxicating. She grazed Jackson’s balls with her fingernails right before pulsing heat hit the back of her throat and Jackson’s groans filled her ears.

  Ty’s hand clamped down hard on her clit sending her closer to the edge.

  Jackson cupped her cheeks in his massive palms.

  “I want to watch you lose control,” Jackson said and brushed the hair from her face.

  “Come for me, darlin’. Now,” Ty’s command pushed her over the top. Her walls clamped down on his pulsing cock, milking his come into the latex barrier. She moaned his name and collapsed into Jackson’s arms. Ty leaned on his arms on either side of her. His uneven breath blew at the side of her face.

  “You alright, princess?”

  “Perfect. Simply perfect,” she said sleepily.

  Chapter Twelve

  Brooke wheeled her suitcase to the door and left it for the bellman. Taking one last look around, her gaze came to rest at the Playroom door. She stopped herself from entering and recapturing just a little piece of the pleasure from the night before. She’d bet her next paycheck it still smelled like sex. No. She allowed herself a diversion and it was time to reenter reality stronger and more confident than when she left it. What happened in the Playroom did more for her than a year’s worth of therapy.

  She smiled at the thought and answered the knock at the door.

  “My bag is—oh.”

  She was shocked to see Ty standing in front of her instead of the
bellman she’d expected. He was clean-shaven and wearing a worn pair of jeans and a casual button down shirt.

  “Hey,” he said and handed her a single red rose. “I would’ve brought you a dozen but thought you’d have a hard time bringing them on the plane.”

  “Thank you,” she said. Her fingers grazed his when she reached for the rose. An image of his hands on her body flashed through her mind. She cleared her throat. “I didn’t think I’d see you again.”

  “We dozed off together last night. Jax and I thought it was best to leave while you slept and avoid any weird discomfort but I couldn’t let you leave without seeing you again.”

  Brooke moved to the side to let him walk past toward the sofa. She checked out his ass when he walked by.Damn. She sat next to him and he took her hand.

  “We’re cut from the same cloth, you know. You and me,” Ty said.

  “Meaning?”

  “We’re driven and successful in our careers but slightly relationship challenged. I’ll just cut to the chase here, Brooke. I want to see you again.”

  Brooke took a deep breath. “Ty, I’m not ready for all of that.” She waved her hand toward the Playroom door. “It was amazing but it’s not me.”

  Ty let go of her hand, leaned his elbows on his knees and looked straight ahead. He spoke slowly. “I don’t know how to explain this so you’ll believe me, but that isn’t me either. If it were, I would’ve had a true Dom/sub scene with you. I would’ve given you what you asked for on paper. I knew it wasn’t what you really needed. Jax and I fought about it all day. I almost didn’t let him in with us.”

  “Why did you?”

  Ty turned to face her. “I saw how you looked at that threesome the night in the lounge. You wanted it and at some point I know you would’ve had it. Maybe not this weekend, but you would’ve been back. It was the only way for me to have some control of the situation while satisfying your fantasy.”

  Brooke let out a deep breath. “Damn it, Ty. I wanted you and I thought the only way to have you was with Jackson.”