by Mari Carr
This wasn’t the first time Rich had issued an order, and Langston didn’t mind going along with it. He really didn’t. But he wondered how it would be received when he started issuing a few of his own…not just to Mina, but to Rich as well.
Langston threw the dead bolt on the door, walking upstairs behind them, Mina peeling off her clothes as they went—the sexiest trail of breadcrumbs in history. She toed off her shoes at the bottom of the stairs, pulled off her shirt halfway up, draping it over the bannister. When she stripped off her bra, she tossed it over her shoulder at Langston, who laughed as he caught it, then had to reach down to adjust his jeans.
He’d been fighting his erection since she’d slipped off her shoe and slid her foot along the inside of his thigh halfway through the piece of apple pie they’d split at the restaurant.
Unable to resist, he slapped her ass, delighted when Mina wiggled her rear end and invited him to do it again harder.
Langston, never one to look a gift horse in the mouth, complied.
When Mina groaned, Rich glanced over his shoulder at Langston. “We’re going to expand on that tonight.”
Langston grinned. “Damn right we are.”
Once they reached the bedroom, Rich walked over to the nightstand and turned on the antique lamp, casting soft yellow light across the bed, while the rest of the room remained in shadow.
Mina stood next to the bed, pushing down her jeans and panties, the last of her clothing.
Langston took a second to admire the view. “Mina, sweetheart.”
She smiled at the awed tone of his voice. “You’re good for the soul, Langston.”
Langston had had his share of lovers in the past, women he’d admired—even loved—but there was something about Mina he simply couldn’t resist. She was beautiful—Jesus, she really was—but that wasn’t all that took his breath away, and he wondered how much of that was driven by the realization that she was his.
His wife.
He hadn’t truly allowed himself to think of her as that yet, but after the past few days…God, wasn’t that what she was? The Grand Master had given him Mina as a wife and…
He glanced over at Rich, who was just as awestruck by their beautiful lover, and he smiled.
Rich was his husband.
A week ago, he would have recoiled at the idea of that, but now…
“Langston,” Rich said, raising one eyebrow.
He recalled the other man’s command downstairs. He’d played along with Rich’s alpha male tendencies in Italy because the concept of a ménage was new to him, and he’d been perfectly willing to let Rich take the lead.
Right now…well, right now, Langston wanted more power.
“Rich,” he said, using the same tone, perfectly aware he was pushing a button.
The Texan narrowed his eyes for a split second but recovered quickly. “Like that, huh?”
“Yeah.” Langston sort of expected Rich to bristle, to push the issue.
So he was surprised when he rolled his shoulders, as if trying to get accustomed to a heavy, unfamiliar weight, then said, “Tag team?”
Langston laughed. He’d grown up one of three boys—all the same age. And while that meant three times the fights, it also meant three times the fun.
“You have brothers, Rich?”
“What?” Mina asked, looking alarmed.
Langston realized it was a weird question to ask when they had a beautiful, naked woman standing in front of them. “Er…”
Rich smiled, though it didn’t seem like he was laughing at Langston, but with him. “No. Just a younger sister.”
Another thing he and…his husband…shared.
Mina dropped down onto the mattress and faked a bored yawn. “Let me know when you two ready.” She glanced at her fingertips. “I wonder where my nail file is.”
Rich chuckled, the sound dark and sexy. “Damn, darlin’. You don’t want to throw down a gauntlet like that.”
Mina lifted one eyebrow in a look that was pure smart ass. “You sure about that? I believe I heard someone mention tag team.”
If there was something Langston responded to at a moment’s notice, it was a dare. Especially a dare as sexy as that one.
“Get on your hands and knees in the middle of the mattress. Show us that sexy ass,” Langston said, as he stripped his shirt off.
Rich glanced over at him, and he could see the other man struggling not to countermand or add to his order. Again, Rich rolled his shoulders, seeming to temper his own need to take control.
Rich wasn’t going to be able to help himself, not once the dicks were out and they were running on emotion. He would take control.
Langston needed a preemptive strike.
“Wait, Mina, I need your help.”
Mina looked over, irritation making her brows draw together. Langston smiled at her, and her expression shifted. She arched a brow and rolled off the bed.
“Rich, get on—” Langston paused, rephrasing. “Will you get on the bed first?”
The other man nodded stiffly and finished stripping, leaving his clothes in a pile on the floor.
Mina, brows raised in question, followed him into the bathroom. “What are we doing?” she whispered.
He went to the sink-base cabinet and opened a drawer. He’d been poking around earlier and seen a set of white spa robes. He pulled free two of the waist sashes, passing them to Mina.
“Kinky. I approve.” She glanced at him. “Wait, you want to tie up Rich?”
“It’s my turn to be in control.” Langston crowded her back against the sink, tipping her chin up so he was staring down at her lovely face. “And you’re going to help me.”
“Yes, yes I am.” Mina turned her head, kissed his palm, then nipped his finger.
Together, they walked back into the bedroom, each holding a sash.
Rich looked at them, his gaze darkening. He started to climb off the bed.
“Mina,” Langston ordered.
Mina climbed up beside Rich. “Scared?”
Oh yeah. That was exactly the right thing to say to the alpha male.
“No. But I don’t like…”
“Not being in control?” Mina grabbed a pillow and stuffed it behind Rich to support his back. “Let me guess, you would have no problem tying me up, would you?”
“Mina.” His voice was thick with warning as she took his left arm and stretched it toward the top corner of the bed. The headboard was antique black wrought iron—romantic design and more than sturdy enough for their needs. She looped the robe sash around one of the twisted iron bars, knotted it in place, then brought the other end toward his wrist. Rich’s biceps were tight, as if he was fighting to hold himself still.
Mina looked at him, her hands holding the sash positioned beside his wrist, ready to bind him. They stayed like that, locked in a silent battle of wills.
“Tie him up, Mina,” Langston ordered.
Rich’s head whipped around to look at him, and Mina pounced, wrapping the sash around his wrist and tying it.
“Damn it,” Rich snarled.
Langston’s cock was hard. He liked seeing the all-powerful Rich Blake helpless.
Mina crawled over him, her body brushing his erect cock, to his other arm. Langston passed her the other tie.
She tied it to the headboard and then drew it to his wrist.
This time, Rich jerked his hand away. He grabbed Mina around the waist. She fell forward onto his chest with an “oof” sound. Rich slid his hand down her back to her ass, squeezing. “You don’t want me tied down,” he said. “Because then I can’t use my hands to pleasure you.”
“You’ll pleasure her,” Langston assured him.
Rich turned to glare at him, and Langston struck. He grabbed Rich’s wrist and forced it up and back. Rich cursed, arm muscles straining, but Langston knew how to pin an arm. He put a knee on the bed, his shin on Rich’s forearm, holding it down without applying so much direct pressure that it would hurt him.
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bsp; “Langston, you son of a bitch, let go,” Rich cursed.
Langston grabbed the tie and wrapped it around Rich’s wrist, knotting it securely.
When that was done, he pushed up, standing beside the bed. Rich snarled an almost feral sound. His muscles bunched and strained and the headboard creaked.
“Holy shit, this is hot,” Mina breathed.
She was on her knees beside Rich’s hips, her cheeks flushed with color.
Langston reached out and slid his hands into her hair, then very deliberately made a fist. She gasped—then gasped again as he forced her to tilt back so he could close his mouth over hers.
“Mina, untie me,” Rich ordered.
Langston lifted his lips from hers, but then slid his mouth along her jawline to her ear. He licked her neck, just below her earlobe.
“No,” Mina moaned.
Immediately, Langston stopped, the part of him not overcome with dark, dominant arousal immediately horrified that he’d hurt or scared her.
“Not you, not you,” she gasped, turning to face Langston. She rose up on her knees and put her hands on his shoulders. With her kneeling on the bed and him standing beside it, her head was now level with his. She leaned into him, bare breasts brushing his chest as she wrapped her arms around his shoulders.
“Keep going,” she murmured. “Please. I’m telling him no. I’m not untying him.”
With that, she arched her back, tilting her head so she was looking at the ceiling and offering him the long, delicate line of her neck. Langston leaned in, running his tongue from her collarbone up to her jaw. He nipped her earlobe and slid his hand down her back to her ass, rubbing it.
Should he spank her?
He wanted to. He wanted to do that and a thousand other things. As he sucked her earlobe, he looked over at Rich.
His husband was watching them with a dark gaze. Rich’s cock was rock-hard, his whole upper body tensed. The rough way he was pulling on the ties had Langston a little worried he’d managed to tighten them to the point they might actually be dangerous and cut off the other man’s circulation.
That decided it for him. He didn’t have time to play spank and tickle with Mina while Rich watched. They needed one another, desperately.
Langston grabbed Mina by the hips and spun her around to face Rich. While their husband watched, Langston ran his fingers from her hips up to her breasts, cupping and lifting them.
“I’m going to fuck you,” Langston said, loud enough for Rich to hear, too. “And while I do, you’re going to suck Rich’s cock.”
“I’d rather he suck my nipples while you fuck me,” Mina moaned.
Langston pinched one nipple and gave it a punishing twist. “Did I ask you what you wanted?”
The instant the words were out of his mouth, he was a little horrified. His mama had taught him how to talk respectfully to a woman, and what he’d just said…wasn’t it.
But Mina arched up, pressing her abused breast harder against his hand. “Do it again, please.”
“Put his cock in your mouth,” Langston groaned.
He released her breasts only to take her hair in his fist, guiding her mouth to Rich’s dick. Langston watched as she licked the head, tongued the slit, then carefully closed her lips around him.
Rich had a monster cock. Langston had always been proud of his length, but Rich’s cock was fat in a way he’d never seen before. Looking at the way Mina’s jaw stretched to accommodate it, he knew he couldn’t keep her like this.
Despite that very reasonable thought, Langston pressed on the back of her head, forcing her to take another inch of Rich’s monster dick into her mouth.
“Fuck,” Rich hissed. “This is so hot. Damn it to hell…” Rich flung his head back so hard, it hit the wrought iron headboard.
They weren’t going to last.
Langston grabbed a condom out of his bag. The first one fell on the floor because he was too excited and tore the package in half, pieces flying.
“Hurry up and fuck her,” Rich said.
“Mina, mouth off his dick.”
Mina immediately lifted her head, panting.
“Oh, fuck you, dude,” Rich snarled.
Langston got the second condom open without incident and rolled it onto his cock. He climbed onto the bed behind Mina’s lovely upturned ass.
“Langston, please,” Mina murmured.
“Please what, sweetheart?”
“Please fuck me.”
He took a minute to adjust their legs. Mina was kneeling beside Rich, but that wouldn’t do for what he wanted. He forced Rich to spread his legs so Mina could kneel between them, then he took his place between her calves.
“I want you to lick his chest, his nipples,” Langston said. “I’m giving you a break from his dick, but when I fuck you, I’m going to want your lips around his cock, understand?”
“Jesus H!” Rich panted as Mina began to lick and suck his belly, working her way up to his chest.
Langston turned his attention to her pretty pussy. He slid his fingers over the plump, wet folds of her sex. He took his time, watching the way she paused each time he came close to stroking her clit, how she sped up when he circled her entrance with his thumb.
Knowing he was approaching his own limit, he slid his thumb across her clit with deliberate, even pressure.
Mina moaned and panted against Rich’s chest.
Rich looked from the top of her head to Langston. Their gazes met, held.
Langston dropped his hand from Mina’s pussy, grabbed her hips, and still looking at Rich, thrust into her in one hard, smooth motion.
Mina flung her head back, shrieking in pleasure.
Had she just had an orgasm?
Her pussy was so tight around him, he thought that might have happened, though he knew he should have played with her clit more first.
Langston withdrew his cock and shuffled back on the mattress. Grabbing her hips, he pulled her back onto his cock. When he was balls deep inside her, Langston reached forward and put pressure between her shoulder blades with one hand. “Suck his cock while I fuck you.”
Mina started to say something, but he pressed her forward even more, grabbing her by the hair and forcing her mouth around Rich’s dick.
Rich’s jaw muscles clenched and his eyes closed. “Mina…Langston…”
“Don’t make him come,” Langston ordered her as he started to fuck her with small, hard thrusts. “I want his cock hard when I’m done with you so I can watch you ride his dick.”
Mina’s pussy clenched around him and she wiggled her hips, trying to get him to go faster.
He withdrew all the way, a small punishment, then thrust in deep and hard, her whole body rocking forward, her neck bending to keep Rich’s dick in her mouth.
Langston held her hips with both hands, his orgasm approaching like a freight train. He wouldn’t be able to stop it. Didn’t want to. He wanted this, them, too much.
“After I fuck this sweet pussy, I’m going to turn you around. You’re going to sit on his dick while I finger your clit and watch his cock slide in and out of you.”
Mina lifted her head from Rich’s dick, panting as if she’d just finished a run. “Going to come. Worried…bite…him.”
The brilliant lawyer could no longer make complete sentences. Langston grinned, adjusted his hold on her hips and thrust in hard and fast.
He was right there, hovering on the precipice. His eyes slid closed, and when he realized that, he opened them, looking down. Mina had her cheek against Rich’s chest. The side of her face he could see was flushed, her parted lips bright pink. She must have felt him watching her because she opened her eyes and looked at him. There was something in her gaze he couldn’t name.
His gaze slid to Rich, and instead of the adversarial glare that had been there a moment ago, Rich’s gaze was hot with desire and approval.
Langston pistoned into her once, twice, a third time.
He came, his whole body tensed, and hot pleasu
re, so acute it hovered on the border between bliss and pain, washed over him.
Mina was whimpering and panting with each breath. “Close, close,” she murmured.
Langston wanted to collapse onto the bed, but he couldn’t. He had to take care of his spouses.
Pulling out of Mina’s hot pussy, he grabbed the spare condom he’d put on the bed and passed it to Mina. She cursed, but managed to get it open and then roughly rolled it onto Rich’s dick. He didn’t seem to mind, though he did mutter, “Hurry, hurry.”
“I’m trying,” she moaned.
“You don’t get to fuck her until I say so,” Langston growled, his voice still rough from his post-orgasm state.
Mina looked over her shoulder at him. “Please.”
Langston grabbed her around the waist, lifting her up and spinning her around, so her back was to Rich’s chest and she was facing him. He helped her straddle Rich’s hips. She was trembling, clinging to his shoulders as he guided her pussy to their husband’s cock.
“That’s right,” he murmured. “I want his thick cock inside you.”
“Oh God, this is so hot,” she moaned. “Wait, the angle…”
“Hurry the fuck up,” Rich pleaded. He’d probably meant it to be a command, but it hadn’t sounded like one.
Mina shifted her hips, brows furrowed in concentration. Langston frowned, remembering she’d mentioned angles. Without thinking, he reached between her spread thighs and grabbed Rich’s dick. It was hot and thick in his hand. He felt Rich’s cock twitch in response to the pressure from his fingers.
Langston angled the head, sliding it along the valley of her sex before positioning it at her entrance. He released Rich’s cock and once more held her hips, then slowly pushed her down. Mina’s nails bit into his shoulders as he forced her to take Rich’s cock, inch by thick inch.
When her ass hit Rich’s belly, he released her. Langston lay on his side between Rich’s legs. If he’d had a lamp, he would have angled it so he could watch Rich’s cock slide in and out of her pussy in glorious detail.
Mina braced her hands on her own thighs, leaning forward slightly to get her hips at the correct angle.
Langston reached out and touched her clit. Mina hissed, and her hips rocked forward.
