The Architect (Nashville Neighborhood Book 3)

by Nikki Sloane

  Like I’d done to Clay all those months ago in his study, I wiggled my ass to taunt Travis, although this time I wasn’t naked. I wore a black and nude bra and matching bikini panties that were trimmed delicately with lace.

  “Fuck,” Travis growled. “That ass is gonna get it.”

  It wasn’t a new experience to look at Clay while Travis doled out spankings, but now he was right here in the flesh. Close enough to touch me, which he did. He sat up and his fingers curled around my wrists, cuffing them. My eyes widened and my mouth went dry at this type of sexy restraint.

  It was what I’d been craving for so long. Domination by my men together.

  Clay’s eyes were electric as he studied my face, watching how every impact of Travis’s palm against my body affected me. His satisfaction was rich when I clenched my teeth and moaned. Travis would have to hit me much harder if he wanted it to punish, because this only felt good. His intent wasn’t to hurt me anyway. I was a slut for pain, but he was a slut for pleasure.

  He did put more force behind his hand, increasing the intensity of each smack.

  Did Clay like how he could feel the blows his protégé’s gave me? His hold on my wrists made him acutely aware of every jolt and each reverberation as the spankings glanced through my body. I loved it. He peered at me with the artful appreciation of a man watching a chef prepare a decadent meal.

  “Mm,” I moaned. My skin was warm and tingling.

  Perhaps his palm was getting tired, or maybe he just wanted to keep me guessing, because Travis ran a hand over my back. It smoothed over my sensitized skin, wandered over the swell of my ass, and down the back of my thighs. I wanted to spread my knees and encourage him to explore me elsewhere, but the jeans around my knees hindered that.

  His touch was gone as he dropped down behind me and worked to undo the straps of my shoes.

  “I like these.” His voice was heavy with lust. “Are they new?”

  My breath caught as I stared at Clay. Did he want me to say where I’d gotten them? “Um . . . yeah.”

  “I gave them to her,” he looked beyond me to the other man, “as a thank you gift for her help with my house stuff.”

  Travis didn’t seem bothered by this, but then again—he was a guy. He probably had no idea how much the shoes cost. He finished undoing the buckles and helped me step out of my jeans, one leg at a time.

  He righted himself and cracked a hand against one of my lace-covered cheeks. The loud sound announced how hard he’d hit me, but I just smiled in enjoyment.

  “Shit, Clay, you weren’t kidding about her ass of steel.” His voice thickened with desire. “Do you want to take over for me?”

  It was like Clay had just been offered the world. He was up off the bed in a heartbeat, moving to stand beside the other man. The mattress sank as Travis put a knee on it and crawled over to me. His hands tangled in my hair and held me still so he could kiss me as Clay delivered his first blow.

  He must have believed I was adequately warmed up because his strike was serious. Hot pins and needles danced in the aftermath, making me groan with discomfort and deep satisfaction. Travis’s hands clenched tighter, twisting strands so I couldn’t run and allowed him to drink up my moans as Clay rained fire down on me.

  At some point, Clay jerked down my panties, and it must have been a signal to the other man because Travis’s fingertips drifted to the clasp at the back of my bra.

  I was naked as I stretched between these two men, and it was hard to hold my position since I was trembling and verged on overload. On one end, I had Clay’s brutal hand crashing down, searing me with pain, and on the other, Travis’s passionate, seductive kiss was branding me in a different way.

  How was it I was overwhelmed, and yet dying for more?

  The final spank from Clay was rough enough it made a yelp burst from my lips and I tumbled forward into Travis’s arms. He seemed happy with this new development and turned me over so I was seated between his thighs, my back leaning against his chest. It meant he could gaze down the bare slope of my body and watch as Clay took a knee at the edge of the bed.

  There wasn’t any doubt what he intended to do, but I still gasped as Clay shoved his hands between my thighs and spread my legs open. His gaze dropped to the most intimate part of me, then lifted to Travis, and a smirk tweaked his lips.

  Let’s make her come, it said.

  I shuddered with pleasure as Clay lowered in and brushed his hot mouth over my pussy. I was wet. So fucking turned on, it was almost embarrassing, but that was one of the things I loved about being with these men. There wasn’t shame or judgement when we were together.

  Clay had given me rough with his hand, and now he gave me oh-so-gentle with his tongue. My breathing was ragged, and my chest heaved, but Travis had his arms around me, and his lips traced the shell of my ear.

  When I rocked my hips, he reached a hand down to grip my thigh. “Stay still,” Travis urged, “and let him fuck you with that tongue.”

  Couldn’t he tell it was impossible to keep still? My body was primed. It pleaded for release. If either of them asked me to beg with words, I’d do it gladly.

  When Clay’s lips closed around my clit and sucked, it brought on a sensation that was so intense, I jerked and tried to snap my legs shut. To stop me, he braced the insides of my thighs with his palms, which inadvertently caused him to put his hand on top of Travis’s as it held on to my leg.

  Seeing his fingers splayed on top of the other man’s gave Clay pause. It made the chest behind me swell with an unsteady breath. And it forced my heart to stop, only for it to restart at twice the speed.

  Because Clay’s hand didn’t slide over to let Travis escape, and Travis didn’t attempt to retreat. They were friends, had partnered before, and were obviously comfortable with each other . . . yet Clay’s confession at dinner echoed in my mind.

  You were my best friend, Travis. And now you’ve become something more.

  Heat mounted and I had to take it one moment at a time to survive. Clay nuzzled between my thighs and stared up at me as his pink tongue swiped across my clit. Travis’s fingers from his other hand skated across my breast and zeroed in on my hardened nipple, pinching until it changed the uneven cadence of my breath.

  My orgasm hit me so suddenly, it surprised us all.

  It was a deluge of pleasure, rushing from my center outward as a wave of heat, chased by cold and followed with tingling bliss. The hands on my legs tightened their grip and both men seemed to revel in the ecstasy coursing through my body. Clay’s pleased look was complimented by Travis’s heavy exhale of satisfaction.

  I lay boneless in the middle of them, quaking and gasping and feverish.

  It reminded me of the first night when I’d been sandwiched between them at the club, except the men were reversed, and no one was inside me, and . . . I knew these men now. Not just that, but I cared about them so much, I—

  Oh, God.

  Was it possible I loved them?

  No, a panicked part of my mind yelled back. You don’t do that, remember? And Clay didn’t either, so what was the point? I couldn’t fall in love with both men when at least one of them wasn’t capable of loving me back.

  He said he didn’t date either, but he did that tonight, didn’t he?

  Just as the thought seized my mind, Clay dragged his hands down my thighs and straightened. He grasped the side of his frames and pulled his glasses off, leaning back to set them on the dresser nearby. It was the first time he’d removed them during a scene, like they might be a hinderance, and I was glad there was nothing blocking his beautiful eyes from me. Nowhere for him to hide.

  Wait. Was this a scene?

  There was no plan or design. No hierarchy, and no real power exchange because tonight wasn’t about that. It was the three of us all wanting to connect. To share the experience as a group.

  As a unit.

  Once his glasses were gone, Clay grabbed the bottom of his s
weater, jerked it up over his head, and balled it in his hands before chucking it away. I reached out to run my fingers down his chest, and he allowed it, but his attention was on the man at my back.

  “I want to watch her suck your cock while I fuck her.”

  The muscles inside me flexed so hard, I nearly came again, but I swallowed a deep breath and backed down off the ledge.

  Travis moved out from behind me, getting up off the bed so he could begin to undress. His voice turned husky. “How do you want her?”

  Clay’s gaze swept over me as I lay on my back, propped up on my elbows, and he gave me a dark smile while he undid his belt. “Roll over. On your stomach.”

  I did, sliding off the bed enough so my knees were buried in the carpet and my breasts flattened to the mattress. My hands balled the sheets beneath them into fists as the vrrrrp rang out of his belt being pulled free from his belt loops.

  He didn’t have plans to use it on me though, at least not now, because it fell with a thump to the floor. I turned my head to the side, watching Travis as he finished getting his pants and underwear off, but I stayed very aware of the hand that grasped my waist. The naked tip of Clay’s dick teased me, rubbing back and forth through the wetness his mouth had created on my skin.

  It came from deep inside my chest when he lined himself up and began to intrude. “Oh, my God.”

  I tipped my head forward, pulling the sheets toward me and over my face as he pushed further inside. It felt so, so good.

  “Yes,” Travis encouraged. “Take it.”

  The bed rocked as he climbed on and the sheet was pulled away, revealing he was as naked as the rest of us, and already half hard. At least, I thought he was. It was hard to focus because Clay was inside me, moving in slow, deep strokes.

  The room was a thousand degrees and the needle kept rising. I was barely moving, but it felt like I was breathing in steam, struggling to catch my breath. My pulse was a furious drum, banging in my neck. The man behind me found a tempo he liked, and once it was established, moans played from my mouth.

  But all this pleasure I was receiving? I didn’t have to keep it. I could share it.

  I reached out, clasping Travis’s impressive cock and stroked him from tip to base. He groaned through his parted lips and moved closer. Clay had explained what he wanted to see, and Travis was more than willing to oblige.

  It was easy to open my mouth and slip the head of Travis’s dick inside. It was a bit of a challenge to take more of him, but I did my best. I ringed my fingers around what I couldn’t take and pumped my fist in time with my lips. Only a few passes and he was slick with my saliva.

  A heavy breath came from Clay, followed by a growl of satisfaction. “That’s it,” he said. “Get that cock good and hard so he’s ready to fuck you with it.”

  It was impossible to organize my thoughts and my focus yo-yoed between the two men. One was pleasing me while I was intent on doing that to the other. I wondered if it could be the same as when I was holding their hands at the restaurant—only amplified a thousand percent. All the pleasure Clay was giving me could be translated through my body and carried on to Travis.

  I pulsed my mouth on him, mimicking the same rhythm Clay used as he thrust into me. So, as Clay fucked me . . . in a way he was fucking Travis too.

  My jaw began to tire, and I struggled to maintain the same tempo, but holy hell, Clay felt so good as he moved inside me. Plus, listening to Travis’s sighs and moans made the experience all that more enjoyable.

  I wished I could see us in this moment, utterly connected and as one. Clay’s hips slapped against my ass as he held onto my waist, and I was bent over the bed while Travis knelt on it, his cock lodged in my mouth.

  Perhaps Clay wished he could see too, because his hands were on my head, gathering my hair up in a loose ponytail. Or maybe he felt I needed direction, because there was purpose behind his fingers, guiding me to bob faster on Travis.

  Spit slung from my lips. The head of his thick cock pushed deeper in my mouth, just past the point of comfort, and I retreated with a choking gag. I’d never found the sound sexy before. In fact, it was a turn-off for me . . . until Travis bent down, gripped my face, and delivered a rewarding kiss.

  Clay’s hands stayed in my hair, so when the kiss ended, Travis rose upright and put his hands on top of the other man’s. They worked as a team to urge me back down, to fit my mouth around Travis and try again.

  I did better the second time, mostly because I was distracted. Bliss was pooling in my belly from the rock of Clay’s body against mine. Could I come again so soon? And would he let me?

  He gasped abruptly, pulling completely out of me at the same time he released my head, sliding his hands out from beneath Travis’s so he could drive his fingertips hard across my still-smarting backside. “You’re too fucking good, you know that? You’re going to make me come if I don’t stop.”

  I wanted to sob at the loss of him, but as the sting of his slap lingered, Clay scooped me up and hauled me against him. His voice was as rough as his spanking had been, but darker and infinitely hotter.

  “You want him?” he asked as I stared at the other man.

  Clay’s face was right beside mine, and although I couldn’t really see him, I sensed his gaze was on Travis in the same way mine was. It took in the landscape of Travis’s beautiful body and the throbbing dick that was clenched in his hand. It followed the slow stroke of his fist and watched the tendons twist and flex in his powerful arm.

  It was said so hushed, I couldn’t tell if it was an order or a plea from Clay. “Tell him you want him.”

  Truer words had never been spoken, and I locked eyes with Travis’s intense ones. “I want you.”

  Lightning crackled around us as he moved to lie down with his back against the pillows at the head of the bed. His sexy expression said it all. Come here.

  But Clay kept hold of me with an arm around my chest, preventing that, and flung a finger at the man stretched out before us. “Get on him but face me. I want to play with you while you’re fucking him.”

  It injected more heat into me, and I was burning alive. Even the marrow of my bones seemed to be on fire, and lust made me clumsy, so when he released me, it was awkward trying to climb up over the end of the bed. Somehow, I managed. I crawled on my hands and knees across the rumpled sheets toward Travis.

  He sat up, meeting me halfway, and kissed me. Maybe he wanted to get it in now, because he wouldn’t be able to once I turned around and climbed on top of him.

  I handled mounting him with as much grace as possible, and he shifted beneath my straddling legs to help line us up. Clay was on his feet at the end of the bed, watching and waiting, his gaze pinned to the junction of my legs and the man whose rigid cock teased back and forth.

  When it began to creep inside, Clay’s gaze rose, gliding over my stomach and my bare breasts until it reached my eyes. I was trapped there, unable to look away as I slid down inch by inch. Even as the enjoyable stretch of Travis made my mouth round into a silent oh, my gaze didn’t waver.

  I was barely seated on him before he began to move. The thigh muscles beneath me hardened and flexed with his thrusts—shallow at first, until I could sink deeper on him.

  My moan was a starting bell to Clay, who was on his knees on the bed beside us instantly, one hand roughly gripping the hair at the back of my head and the other cupping my breast.

  I gasped and panted, but he swallowed it. His mouth slammed over mine, lashing his tongue at me as if I didn’t deserve his cruel kiss but he was going to give it to me anyway. Travis drove into me and had a hand on my ass to encourage me to keep up with his demanding tempo, which meant Clay had to follow the rock of my body to keep kissing me as I rode Travis.

  This bed was on fire.

  I covered Travis’s hand on my ass with my own and gasped as Clay’s pinch on my nipple went white-hot. It didn’t stay there, though. He broke our kiss and replaced his harsh fin
gers with even meaner teeth.

  “Shit,” I swore in pain and pleasure, threading fingers through his hair. My body was conflicted, not knowing if I wanted to pull him away or hold his head there. Tremors graduated up my legs, making me vibrate. Groans of satisfaction punched from Travis’s lungs, and drew escalating ones from me.

  They grew louder when Clay’s fingertips traced a line down over the flat of my shuttering stomach, venturing lower.

  As his fingers discovered my clit, he pulled back to watch what he was doing. To study how he was touching me and my response to the way he rubbed tight circles and made me moan. Whenever it started to feel a little too good, his stinging pinch on my sensitive nub cured that right up.

  And when the pain faded, I couldn’t help but think about how intimately close he was to touching Travis. What if that accidentally happened? What if either man wanted it to happen?

  Clay pinched my clit again, dragging a whimper from me, and his voice was strangled with desire. “Put your hands on his chest and lean back.”

  Travis’s skin was like mine, faintly sticky with sweat, and when I reached back to plant my palms on him, he grasped my arms just above the elbows. It was an added level of support, which I needed, but also domination—which I craved.

  I was leaned back but tucked my chin to my chest so I could watch Clay. He gently nudged one of Travis’s knees, urging the man to spread them and make room. Travis’s tempo slowed to a stop with him lodged inside me, and the sheets rustled as he eased his outstretched legs apart into a V.

  My breath came and went in labored gulps when Clay moved, crossing over Travis’s leg so he could kneel between them. His hands played over my tits, brushing over my skin like he wanted to leave no spot untouched. I shivered with enjoyment, not just from the way his palms smoothed over me, but how Travis had resumed his slow, deep thrusts.

  There was a thought running through Clay’s head. I could see it in his eyes. I might not have been able to if he were still wearing his glasses, but they sat on the dresser, out of reach. Whatever he was considering, it made his chest heave with a deep breath.