“Or what?”
“Or I’ll make you leave.”
A hand smacked over Sloan’s mouth before he could respond. Another covered Max’s. Oriana glared at them. “I’m ready.”
Her hands moved from their mouths and hooked to the top of the mattress. Her knuckles were white. Her whole body quivered like a plucked bowstring beneath him.
Sloan dropped his mouth to one plump breast. He kept his eyes on Max as he used his tongue to roll a hard little nipple against the roof of his mouth.
“Jesus.” Max inhaled and licked his lips. His hand hovered over his crotch, then gripped it as he pretended to adjust himself.
Sucking as much of Oriana’s breast into his mouth as he could, Sloan released it with a plop and circled the extended nipple with his tongue. “Your girlfriend’s tits taste salty from having all the men pressed against her after the game. Kinda nasty and erotic all at once.”
Max’s hand closed over his dick under the cotton of his boxers.
“I wonder how they would taste with cum all over them.” Sloan tilted his head in thought and licked around the jutted nub. “I’ve never tasted another man’s cum, but you have. You kissed her after T.J. came in her mouth.”
With a gruff sound in the back of his throat, Max freed his cock and started stroking it.
Oriana moaned. “Sloan, stop.”
Lifting his head, Sloan arched a brow. “If you’re sure . . .”
“That’s not what I meant.” She glanced at Max, and her cheeks turned a bright pink. “Oh.”
“Yeah.” Sloan slid his hand down her back and took a firm hold of her ass to press her soft belly against his hard dick. “Do you feel that?”
Her stomach muscles jumped. “Yes.”
He moved his hand down her thigh and hooked it under her knee to draw it over his hip. “All yours.”
Another whimper. Her nails scraped the mattress, and he felt her shift. She was going to move. And he’d have to follow through with his threat.
Which really sucked.
Clamping a hand over her wrists, Max fixed that little dilemma. “Don’t. I need to see his mouth on you. He wasn’t kidding when he said he’d stop.”
Oriana hissed through her teeth. “Hold me, Max. Don’t let me go.”
That precious vulnerability again. God, Sloan loved it. He glanced at Max and caught the tenderness he felt reflected in the azure depths of his eyes.
“I’ll hold you, love.” He inclined his head at Sloan. “And I won’t let go unless you ask.”
“I won’t.”
Sloan cupped her breasts in his hands and squeezed as he moved down, grazing her ribs with his teeth, nibbling her side when he found a sensitive spot that made her arch up and gasp. Lower still, he found another spot under the soft slope of her belly. A shudder passed right through her. She was already close.
Time to pull back a little.
“Has Max ever told you about the women we’ve shared?” He positioned himself on his side between her legs. Her thigh muscles tensed against his back, and he knew she didn’t like picturing them with other women. He stroked one hand down her side and pressed it to her belly. “Have you ever heard of DP?”
Her muscles flexed. “No.”
“Double penetration. Some consider it two men in a woman at once, one in her pussy.” He bowed his head so his breath teased her slick flesh. “The other in her ass.” He reached around and slid a finger along the tightened crevice of her butt. “But one woman taught us otherwise.”
“Sloan.” Max sat up but kept a firm hold on Oriana’s wrists. “She doesn’t need to hear this.”
“She might enjoy it. I won’t get graphic.” Sloan smirked at Max’s scowl and zig-zagged his fingers along her hip to the top of her mound. “Let’s just say we both fit snug inside her—” He slicked two fingers over her clit and dipped them into her slit. “Here.”
Oriana twisted her hips and shook her head. “No. I can’t. I couldn’t.”
Sloan dragged his fingers out, then drew a moist finger eight around her clit. “We didn’t enjoy it. Our balls squished together wasn’t as fun as it sounds.”
“Mmm.” Oriana sighed as he skimmed around her clit again. “I can’t imagine it would be.” She tongued her bottom lip. “But it must have been interesting to have your cocks rubbing together.”
Max sputtered. Sloan stared. Her impish grin made him laugh. He shook his head and pushed his fingers in until she squirmed against the press of his big knuckles.
“Never thought about it like that.” He rolled his eyes at Max when Oriana’s eyes fluttered shut. Hell, if it got her off, let her think what she wanted. “Then again, I never thought I’d see Max get so hard giving me something that could be his alone.”
The muscles of her pussy gripped his fingers, and her juices spilled around them. He brought his fingers to his mouth and sucked, conscious of Max watching.
“You know you belong to him now.” He gave her soft mound an open-mouthed kiss. “Which means he can give this pussy—” his slick fingers slipped between her ass cheeks and teased the little hole “—and this ass—” he flicked her clit with his tongue “—to anyone.”
“Oh.” Oriana opened her thighs a little and lifted up to him as he sucked her clit between his lips and dipped his fingers into her pussy. “Sloan. Max . . .”
Close. So close. Her pulse beat hard and fast around the thrust of his fingers. Sloan turned his hand so he could prod her rosette with his thumb. A bit of pressure and he filled her.
But she was holding back. Not intentionally, but she needed something more. Something he couldn’t give her.
“He’s right, my love.” Max pumped his cock slow, jaw clenched, holding out on his own pleasure. “I gave you to Vanek and Dominik and T.J. And now I’m giving you to Sloan.”
Oriana tensed and relaxed. “Why?”
“Honesty, right?”
They’d had a talk he hadn’t been privy to. He went still and waited on the outcome.
“Always.” Oriana bit her lip. “We agreed to one night, but this isn’t over, is it?”
“No.” Max released his dick and ran a finger down her cheek. “Honey, Sloan reads me better than anyone—that’s why we’re so good together on the ice. How do I explain this so it makes sense?” He looked at Sloan. Sloan shrugged. Damned if he knew. “When I’m on the ice, and I’ve got the puck, I like knowing I can take the shot—or that I can pass it off and let someone else put it in the net.”
“But not just anyone.” Oriana turned her head to lay her cheek on Max’s bare thigh. “‘Cause they might not get a goal.”
“Exactly.” Max bent down and kissed her, soft and sweet. Didn’t seem to fit the carnal act a threesome should be, but for some reason, it seemed right. “I love a girl who knows the game.”
“I know it.” Oriana hooked her ankles around the back of Sloan’s neck. “And I still want to play.”
Chapter Seventeen
The air left the room like a giant vacuum had been turned on. Max took it from her mouth. Sloan took it from . . . below. But she really didn’t need to worry. Her men would take good care of her.
Her men. She smiled at the thought. Maybe she couldn’t tell Max now, but he’d given her much more than he could understand. More than she could ever have asked for. As much as she belonged to him, they belonged to her.
And what would she do with them all?
She brought one hand up to trace the rough curve of Max’s jaw as he kissed her.
Whatever she wanted.
No. She corrected herself with a slanted curve to her lips. Whatever Max wants.
“Did you just move your hand?”
Shit.
She put her hand back where Sloan had told her to keep it. “No.”
“Liar.” Sloan laughed and arched up, leaving her core empty and cold. “I’ve decided to amend my demands. They were a little unreasonable.”
“Ya think?” Oriana smirked. She’d felt his erection against her thi
gh too often to buy his “I’m-in-control” act. “So what’s the penalty, Captain?”
Sloan’s dark green eyes sparkled like dewy grass under moonlight. “Five swats and we’ll carry on.”
Oriana rolled her eyes. He was going to spank her?
Big deal. She’d been spanked as a child. Her father’s displeasure always stung more than the little taps on the ass. And Sloan didn’t sound pissed.
He smiled. “Each. I think Max deserves his share for trusting you to keep your word.”
Now she frowned. Put that way brought guilt. Max had let her go to kiss her. To give her the truth she’d demanded. He had trusted her.
She looked at Max. His brow furrowed.
“You respect me that little, love?”
Oh, that just wasn’t fair. They’d distracted her.
“I forgot.”
Lame much?
“Then you agree. Sloan’s being fair.”
What?
“Come here, Oriana.” Sloan drew away from her and sat on the edge of the bed. He patted his lap. “Unless you wanted to stop?”
Are you insane? She glared at him. She could still feel the pressure, deep inside, slicking her wetness where it didn’t belong. But it felt so good.
Sloan’s eyes narrowed. “I’m not a patient man. Either you take your punishment, or I’ll go take care of myself in the bathroom and let Max handle you however he chooses.”
She looked at Max.
“Gotta have rules.” His lips curved, and he kept stroking himself like he didn’t have a care in the world. “I’m thinking if Sloan leaves, I’ll get Dominik. He’s got bigger hands.”
Her bottom lip stuck out as she glanced from him to Sloan and back. Then she crossed her arms over her breasts. Her nipples throbbed against her wrists, and the sensation skipped down to her core.
“What if I won’t let anyone spank me?”
The elastic of Max’s boxers snapped on his waist. He rose until he loomed over her. With a firm hold of her chin, he looked deep into her wide eyes. “I say you will.”
A quiver of fear, strangely erotic, rode over her flesh. Well, since he put it that way . . .
She bowed her head and crawled to Sloan. The moisture between her thighs made all her protests seem shallow. As though the thought of being punished turned her on.
Without another word, she positioned herself over Sloan’s thighs, praying he wouldn’t notice how wet she was. “Be gentle.”
He caressed her butt with one calloused hand. “Be quiet and I’ll do my best. If the boys hear you cry, they’ll come in to see what’s wrong. And I’ll make them each take a turn.”
Her hips wiggled and she moaned. Each of the men taking a turn didn’t seem like much of a threat. She almost said “Go ahead,” but she bit her lip instead. She had a feeling Sloan would find a way to take the fun out of it.
“Like that idea, do you?” Sloan barred one arm across her thighs and held her in place with his hand on the small of her back. “Then go ahead. Be as loud as you want.”
She pressed her lips together and shook her head.
A hand came down hard on one cheek. Pain flared over her butt. She yelped and turned to glare at Max.
His grin was positively wicked. “We never specified who’d go first.” He rubbed the sting from her flesh. “We like taking turns.”
Sloan’s hand left her back. Went up high. Came down.
Oriana pressed her eyes shut. He gave her a little tap. Then a harder one on the other cheek when Max moved.
Two fingers dove into her, and she cried out. Thrust. Smack. Thrust. Smack. She lost count as she teetered over the edge between pleasure and pain and barely stopped herself from screaming “More!” If Sloan knew how much she was enjoying this, he might take things further than she was ready to go.
Maybe not. Maybe he can tell . . .
Before she could finish the thought, they picked her up and dumped her on the bed. Her legs were spread. A tongue plunged into her pussy while fingers held it open. Teeth tugged at a nipple. The sheets rubbed against her butt as she squirmed, and the burning flesh of her bottom seemed to ignite. The fiery sensation billowed into her core, setting off countless bursts of pure ecstasy. Her body wrenched and twisted and bucked, completely out of control. Wave after blazing wave crashed within, and she screamed.
Her body was going to burn up, sizzle out. “Oh, God!”
A hand covered her mouth while the tongue inside her prodded her folds, causing the last spasms to linger.
“Shh.” Max kissed her cheeks, moved his hand, and kissed her lips, his own damp with the tears she hadn’t felt spill. “That was beautiful, baby. Do you have any idea how happy it makes me to know we can do that to you?”
Slowly, so slowly she knew one touch would set her off again, she came down from the mind-numbing high. She gave Max a tremulous smile. The intensity had almost been more than she could handle, but his words made her feel solid. Whole.
The sound of a wrapper ripping tossed her off balance. They weren’t done with her. They might never be done with her. Which was perfect. She didn’t want this to end.
“Are you sore, sweetie?” Sloan knelt on the bed beside her and pulled her up on her knees, facing him. His hands petted her bottom, and the slight sting turned sharp. He chuckled when she hissed. “And I don’t mean here.”
“Well that’s the only place I’m sore, you jerk.” A pinch on one butt cheek made her glare at Max who’d gotten up on his knees behind her. “Hey!”
“Answer him, doll. He’s trying to be nice.”
“Nice?” Her lips parted as Sloan slipped between her thighs, grazing her clit before he went still. His dick felt hot and swollen between her quivering thighs. She reached for him, needing to be filled.
“Nice.” Little creases formed around Sloan’s eyes as he smirked. “Next time, I’ll use my belt.”
Her breath hitched. No! Or maybe yes?
At that moment, she knew she’d enjoy anything he chose to do to her. Which was a little scary. What he chose to do could hurt.
“Keep your hands at your sides, lover. I won’t have you rushing me.” Sloan’s brow lifted when she wrapped a hand around his dick. “Max?”
Her wrists were pulled behind her. She tried to twist free. But she couldn’t. She was at their mercy. Her whole body shook violently.
“Say the word and we’ll leave you alone.” Max nipped her ear, then used his knees to spread her thighs wide as Sloan swirled just the tip of himself over and around the part of her that desperately wanted him inside. “Or say nothing and . . .”
Sloan filled her with one smooth thrust.
“We’ll give you what you need.”
Held up on her knees, with her thighs spread, trapped against Max’s solid chest, Oriana could do nothing but let Sloan take her at his own pace. And that pace was so slow she felt like she would melt. With each glide in, he would grind deep and then slide out. She tried to twist her hips, and he grabbed them. Her core clamped around him, and she used the rhythmic tighten-and-release within to match his steady motions. She had to make sure he enjoyed it too.
And judging by the tense lines around his mouth, his restraint caused him pain. Fast and hard would be better. If only she could make him let go.
“Dominik was right; you’re a stubborn little thing.” Sloan grunted and slammed in hard. Then stopped. “Max.”
The grip around her wrists loosened a little, then something slid around them. She looked over her shoulder, and her lips parted as she watched Max cinch a belt around her wrists.
“Sorry, my fur cuffs are locked in the toy box.” Max kissed her shoulder, then pushed her head down so her brow was pressed against Sloan’s chest. “Don’t twist around too much; the leather will cut into your skin.”
“Or do.” Sloan raked his fingers into her hair and tilted her head back. “You should get used to having our mark on you.”
His mouth covered hers, and he swallowed her shallow cry. She cou
ld already feel the belt chafing her flesh, and she imagined where—and how—they might mark her next time. Strangely enough, she liked the idea of having a reminder of their time together with her even when they were apart. A little twisted, but she wouldn’t lie to herself. She wanted it. Wanted whatever they would give her.
Something cool and wet squirted into her from behind. It drizzled down her thighs, and Max spread it between her cheeks. She heard the distinct sound of him donning a condom.
A finger, then two, entered her and withdrew. Something bigger took their place.
“She’s ready.”
“Yes!” She tugged at the restraints, whimpering when Sloan slipped out of her. “Please, I’m—Ah!”
Both men drove into her at once.
“Mmm.” Oriana let her weight fall on Sloan as they buried themselves inside her. Now, she thought, they would pound and release until they all collapsed.
Instead, they pressed against her, hardly moving at all.
Max curved his hand under her chin and forced her to face the other side of the room. “Look at that, love.”
The image in the mirror above the dresser showed her a scene far beyond anything she could have ever imagined. Bodies aligned in a tight embrace, flesh glowing in the dim light, limbs tangled. Erotic and beautiful.
“There will be times when we just fuck you, Oriana.” Sloan tugged her hair and gave her a wolfish grin. Then he loosened his grip and smoothed the strands over her shoulders. “But this time, we want to give you more. Give you something I don’t think you’ve ever had.”
He took her face between his hands and kissed her. Max ran his hands up her sides and worked them between her and Sloan. Molding her breasts in his palms, he slipped from her, then entered her again with shallow thrusts. Sloan circled his hips so his dick stirred. His balls bumped her thighs, slick with moisture.
Flames lapped over her like oil lit on a calm pool of water, an intense spill of blue and white, spreading fast and smooth.
“Come, babe.” Max drove in deep and stayed there as Sloan dragged out and stroked in. “Now.”
Sloan groaned and arched, hitting something in her core that made her fall into that fiery pool, drowning in heat. Max grunted and dropped his forehead on her shoulder. In the throes of ecstasy, sight and sound faded, but she didn’t miss the words.
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