Holy fuck.
An orgasm from having her nipples played with sounded unreal.
“Not tonight, though, Beau. Tonight, we have other ways to make her come.”
He was talking like there was going to be another night. When that was impossible, right? Right. Richard was coming tomorrow. They were going out to look at some land he was attempting to acquire. And then they would be going home.
To her empty apartment. With nary a cowboy in sight. Shit. That seemed like a crying shame.
“Beau, she’s in her head again,” Maddox said quietly.
“On it.” Beau kissed his way over her stomach. She attempted to suck it in, to make herself smaller.
“She’s tensed up,” Beau said.
“You know what to do,” Maddox replied.
Suddenly Beau leaned back then landed a sharp slap, right on her pussy. She cried out, her hips rising.
Fuck. That hurt.
And then a rush of pleasure flooded her.
“What . . . what was that for?” she gasped.
“Naughty girls who go into their own head when they’re supposed to be paying attention get their pussy smacked,” Maddox drawled in her ear.
Was he for real?
This wasn’t her life. She was staid and boring. Predictable. She always followed the rules.
Not tonight, though, it seemed.
“Don’t worry,” Beau told her. “I’ll kiss it and make it all better.”
“And he’ll love every minute of it,” Maddox added, moving his hands over her breasts. He tweaked and twisted her nipples as she groaned, wiggling around on his lap as the sensations threatened to overwhelm her.
“She’s a wriggler.” Beau parted her lower lips. Fuck, was he just looking at her? Who sat there and stared at someone’s pussy? Even she’d never done that, and it was her pussy!
“Beau, don’t look at it.”
“Quiet,” Maddox warned. “He’ll look at any part of you as long as he wants. And you’ll sit there like a good girl and let him. And unless you want to find yourself tied to the bed, you’re going to sit very still, understand?”
“I’ll try.”
He nipped at her earlobe. “You’ll do it because it’s what I require. And if you do as I order then you get rewarded. Don’t you want your reward? Don’t you want Beau to eat your pussy? To finger fuck that tight pussy while he tongues your clit?”
John had never used dirty talk in the bedroom. In fact, he’d been all about getting off as quick as possible so he could sleep. She didn’t think it would be something she would like . . . but the way her body reacted proved her wrong.
She was so turned on.
“Well?” Maddox said in a low warning voice.
Damn it seemed he wanted a reply. “Yes,” she moaned as Beau slid a finger deep inside her.
“Yes, Sir,” he reminded her.
“Yes, Sir.”
“Good girl. Beau, what do you think of our girl’s pussy?”
“I think it’s the prettiest thing I’ve ever seen. So plump and pink. Fuck, once I bury my face in it, I’m not ever going to want to come out again.”
She was blushing bright red. But she had to admit that she liked the way they talked about her. As if she was so gorgeous they were the lucky ones to have her in their arms and not the other way around.
“She’s sucking my finger in. She’s so tight. We’ll have to go slow at first.”
“Is she nice and wet?” Maddox asked.
“Bro, she’s dripping.”
She stiffened. “Sorry, is it messy?” Her ex had hated the mess of having sex.
“Darlin’, sex is always going to be a bit messy or you’re not doing it right.”
“Yes, but if I’m too wet, you don’t have to touch me down there. I don’t want it to be gross. I mean I could go clean up a bit.”
Lord, she was so embarrassed. She attempted to move, lowering her arms. Maddox tightened his hold around her.
“Beau,” he said in a low, commanding voice.
Beau sighed. Smack! His other hand landed on her clit.
She cried out, raising her hips. “Why!”
“I didn’t give you permission to get up. And there is nothing gross about you. In fact, I think you deserve another spanking for that.” Maddox’s voice was dark.
“No,” she groaned. “Please.”
Maddox reached down and placed his hands under her knees, drawing her legs up. She slid down his lap slightly. Her pussy and ass were now on full display. Beau licked his lips, obviously liking the sight.
“I didn’t call myself gross,” she cried out. “Just the wetness!”
“The wetness is part of you. And I don’t want you thinking anything is gross. You being wet, that just means we’re doing our job properly. Like Beau said, sex is messy. Ain’t nothing to be ashamed of. But I’ll settle for five smacks to your pussy or twenty to your ass. Your choice.”
Five or twenty? Well, that was hardly a choice.
Beau had pushed another finger inside her and was pumping them back and forth, turning her on even more.
“Well, little one?” Maddox asked.
“Five.”
“Five what?”
Good. Lord. Was he really going to make her say this? Who was she kidding? Of course he was.
“Five smacks to my pussy, Sir.”
“You heard her, Beau.”
Beau pouted slightly. “Fine, but I need someone to clean my fingers first.” He pulled them out and held them up. They were shiny and wet with her arousal. Then he moved his fingers to her lips. “Open.”
Nope. No way. He didn’t seriously expect her to . . .
“Beau might not be a Dom. But that doesn’t mean you get to ignore his orders. Now open.”
Shit. She opened her mouth, and he pressed his fingers inside. She’d never really tasted herself and it was different. Not unpleasant. His fingers in her mouth were kind of odd feeling. But kind of a turn-on at the same time.
Scarlett was starting to realize that there were things about herself she’d never known existed. Desires and needs they were starting to bring to life.
“Good girl. Now suck,” Maddox murmured. “Show him what it would be like if it was his dick in your mouth rather than his fingers.”
Shit. Like she knew much about how to suck a guy off. But she attempted to show them that she wasn’t completely useless. She ran her tongue around his fingers and sucked on him, moving her way up to the tips then taking his fingers into her mouth again.
“Fuck. Stop. Stop, darlin’ or I’m going to end up sticking my dick in your mouth right now.”
“No, you won’t,” Maddox warned as Beau slid his fingers free. “You need to give our girl her spanking then her reward. Although, whether she deserves it is debatable.”
She whimpered. They wouldn’t deny her an orgasm, would they?
“Keep your hands out of the way and do what we say, and you get to come, understand?” Maddox said.
She nodded.
“Words.”
“I understand, Sir.”
“That’s a good girl. Beau, you know what to do.”
His hand smacked down on her pussy. Oh, Lord. She let out a deep breath. Another one hit. She cried out. It was too much. Not enough. She didn’t even know anymore.
Another smack.
She was burning. Her clit throbbed incessantly.
“Two more,” Maddox told her. “You got this.”
They landed in quick succession and then before she could decide if that really fucking hurt or not, Beau’s mouth was on her pussy. He was sucking gently on her clit as he drove two fingers in and out of her. Maddox let her legs drop, his hands returning to her breasts. He tweaked her nipples, teasing her, driving her higher and higher.
“Oh. Oh.”
“You can come whenever you like,” Maddox told her. “I won’t make you wait.”
Thank Christ for that. Because she was pretty sure she didn’t have it in h
er to wait since this was the first orgasm she hadn’t had to give herself in years.
A scream erupted from her as she let go, the orgasm washing through her body.
Oh, hell. So good. So damn good.
She felt her entire body relax, everything around her growing hazy. But rather than immediately stopping and drawing away, Beau kept going. His tongue moved faster against her clit, his fingers thrusting back and forth.
“No, no, I can’t,” she cried out, trying to reach down and grab his head. Maddox took hold of her hands, placing them at her sides as Beau continued to torture her. “I can’t!”
“You can,” Maddox told her. “You can come again. Come for us, beautiful girl. Let us hear you scream with pleasure.”
“Oh. Oh. Ohhh.” If anything, the next orgasm was even more intense than the first. This one grew in momentum. Her pussy clenched down on his fingers as she shook in Maddox’s arms. She wasn’t even aware that she was crying until she felt Beau wipe the tears away.
Gradually, her hearing returned, and she heard the worry in Beau’s voice.
“Is she all right? Why is she crying?” Beau asked.
“She’s okay. She’s just overwhelmed. Get that blanket. We need to keep her warm and hold her tight.”
A whimper escaped her as she was shifted around and she clung to Maddox, worried he was going to set her aside.
“Sh, easy, little one,” he said in a soothing voice. “I’m here. I’m not letting go. Where’s that water?”
“I’ll get it,” Beau said.
A blanket was wrapped around her, then firm arms kept her pinned tightly to a muscular chest. Turning her head, she pressed it against Maddox’s warm neck, breathing in his scent and letting it settle her.
“That’s it. You’re all right,” he murmured. “You’re here with us. Nothing bad is going to happen while in our care.”
If only she could be in their care all the time.
“Beau has some water for you, little one,” Maddox murmured. “Turn your face so you can drink it.”
She shook her head. Not because she didn’t want the water but because she was starting to come more into herself. And she was embarrassed by her reaction. Who freaked out because of an orgasm?
You, apparently.
Weirdo. What must they think of you now?
“You must have thought that was a request, it wasn’t. Drink the water.”
Damn it. She couldn’t ignore him when he used that voice. But as she leaned her head back, she gave Maddox a disgruntled look. He just raised an eyebrow, giving her a firm look back.
“Here, darlin’, drink.” She turned to look at Beau, who looked so concerned she felt bad. He pushed the bottle against her mouth, and she took several long sips.
“That’s enough for the moment, Beau,” Maddox said.
The bottle was removed, and she wished it hadn’t been, because now they’d expect her to talk. And she had no explanation for what just happened.
“I’m so sorry, darlin’,” Beau said.
Why was he apologizing? She was the one who’d freaked out. Shouldn’t she be the one saying sorry?
“I shouldn’t have pushed you for two orgasms.”
She shook her head. “It’s not your fault. I just . . . I . . . I don’t even know what happened.”
“Do you usually react like that to an orgasm?” Maddox asked calmly.
“No. Never. But then . . .”
“But what?” Beau asked.
She didn’t want to talk about this, but Beau looked so worried.
“I’ve never had an orgasm like those before,” she said. “They were intense, overwhelming I guess.”
“You’ve done it now,” Maddox told her.
“Done what?”
Suddenly Beau smiled. A very satisfied smile.
“Intense, huh? Maybe out of this world? Spectacular? Like nothing you’ve ever felt before?”
“Um, I think I already said that last part. I’m not sure I’d agree with the rest of it.”
He waved a hand in the air. “Of course, you would. I made you cry. But in pleasure, incredible, amazing pleasure.”
Maddox sighed. “I’m never going to hear the end of this, you know. His arrogance is already out of control and you just gave his ego a hell of a blow job.”
What? He did not just say that.
“Aw, poor Maddy. You’re just jealous that your oral abilities have never been called spectacular, out of this world, and stupendously amazing. Basically, I’ve ruined her for all other men, haven’t I, darlin’?”
“Beau Malone,” she said sternly. “I did not say any of those things. It’s just been a long time since I had an orgasm, and it was a lot. Especially two, one after the other.”
“But still, if you had to rate me out of ten, you’d give me a twenty, right?”
He looked so hopeful and cute that she couldn’t help but give in. She was so doomed.
“Fine, it was a twenty.”
He actually punched the air with his fist.
“But if you ask me to write a review, I’m gonna have to hurt you.”
“So mean!” He stared down at her wide-eyed then he grinned. “I like that.”
“I wish you hadn’t done that,” Maddox told her. “You have to be firm with him.”
“I have something firm she can play with.” Beau started stripping.
“What are you doing?” she asked.
“Getting naked. Time to get to the next part. Plus, don’t you want to see how firm I am? It’s all for you, darlin’.”
“Well, I would hope none of it was for me,” Maddox said dryly, making her giggle.
“Brother, I love you, but the day I get hard for you is the day they put me in the ground.”
Maddox grasped hold of her chin, tilting her face back gently. “You doing okay now?”
She knew their joking around had mainly been for her benefit. And she was far more relaxed. “Sorry about freaking out like that.”
Maddox placed a finger on her lips. “Don’t apologize for feeling things so intensely. We’ll be careful next time to keep an eye on you.”
“Next time?”
“You didn’t think that those would be the only orgasms you’d get tonight, did you? I haven’t had my taste yet.”
“I can’t . . . I never usually orgasm more than once. I don’t think I have anything left.”
Maddox grinned. Her breath caught in her lungs, her heart raced.
“Challenge accepted.”
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Challenge accepted?
Was he for real?
That wasn’t what she’d meant. She wasn’t challenging him to prove her wrong. She was certain there was no way she could orgasm again. Wasn’t sure she wanted to after embarrassing herself like that.
But then, her attention was stolen as Beau chucked his jeans across the room.
“You’re not wearing boxers?” she squeaked.
“Nah, they tend to squish my dick. He likes to be free. He’s a free-range dick.”
Maddox groaned. “Will you think about what you’re going to say before it comes out of your big mouth?”
“You know what they say, big mouth—”
“Big foot,” she finished that dryly.
Beau whooped with laughter. Lord, he was a thing of beauty. The guy didn’t have any faults as far as she could see. It was like someone had carved him from rock, then added a layer of silky, tanned skin.
“How do you have no tan lines,” she blurted out, running her gaze over him.
“Well, a man can’t tell all his secrets.”
“He likes being nude,” Maddox told her. “If we’d let him, he’d walk around naked all the time.”
It really wasn’t fair. In comparison to him, she was pale and dumpy. She had cellulite and she wobbled when she laughed.
Beau was perfection in human form.
“I told you, I’m free-range. Clothes are restricting. And why would I deny people the beauty of this
body?”
“Maybe because you spend most of your time with your family, and they don’t need to see your dick wobbling around.”
“My dick doesn’t wobble. Does it look like my dick wobbles, darlin’?” He grabbed hold of his cock, rubbing his hand up and down the firm shaft.
“Um, I . . . you’re so big.”
Maddox groaned as Beau grinned.
“Really?” Maddox said. “Are you trying to make my life miserable?”
“Oh, um, sorry. I’m sure your cock is equally as impressive.”
“It’s not.” Beau gave a fake look of sympathy. “Maddox just doesn’t quite measure up. It’s why he’s so grouchy. Poor guy.”
Maddox let out a low growl.
“See?”
“Beau, put a sock in it before I knock you out and leave you lying on the floor while Scarlett and I take this into the bedroom.”
To her surprise, Beau actually did shut up.
Maddox moved his mouth to her ear. “You’re going to take his dick into your mouth, understand? It will shut him up and make him less hyper.”
“He’s right,” Beau added with a nod. “An orgasm always mellows me out.”
“I’m not . . . I mean, I . . .”
“You don’t like giving head?” Beau asked, curiously.
“It’s not that.” She licked her lips. In fact, her mouth was already watering at the thought of tasting him, of wrapping her mouth around his cock. “I’m just not that good at it.”
“What makes you say that? If what you did with my fingers is any indication then I can’t fucking wait to be inside your hot mouth,” Beau told her. His hand was still moving up and down his long dick. His shaft was so thick, the head wider than the rest. She was certain she wouldn’t fit all of it into her mouth. But she wanted to try.
“My ex said . . .” she trailed off. Nobody wanted to hear about John. Hell, she didn’t want to think about him, and she’d married him.
“Don’t listen to what someone else says, even in your head. Only listen to us, understand?” Maddox asked.
She nodded.
He twisted her nipples. Sharply. She gave a small yelp.
“Words, little one.”
“Sorry. Yes, Sir. I’ll only listen to the two of you.”
“Good girl. Are you warm enough?” Maddox asked.
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