Ben held up his hands and stepped back. “With pleasure, BD. You know how I love to watch. As long as there is a next time.” He winked at Allegra, then Rousseau was leaning over her body, his hands landing on either side of her head as he studied her.
She licked her lips, loving the weight of him against her, his cock hard against her thigh. He dipped down to bite her chin. “I don’t think any of the others we’ve had have ever felt as right as you do against us. There is something special about you.”
She narrowed her eyes, surprising herself by lifting her head to bite his jaw in return. “Note to Bone Daddy, mentioning other women while naked is not high on my list of exciting foreplay options.”
“Oh, I do like you, little one,” he purred, his eyes flashing. “We’ve never told anyone what we are, other than Ben. It’s very liberating, this honesty. I don’t know why I’ve never tried it before. Shall I tell you what Rousseau thought of the very first time he saw you?” He smiled. “He says no. Perhaps I will just show you instead.”
He slid down her body, his breath hot against her nipples, the soft curve of her belly. “Freckles. You have freckles everywhere. They are incredibly distracting.” He stopped to lick a small patch of them clustered on her hip, making deep sounds of appreciation against her skin.
“You, ah, you really do like freckles then? Oh, that feels...mmm.”
“Like cinnamon sprinkled all over your body. They taste as sweet to me. You have one on your lip I couldn’t stop staring at. Rousseau never understood my fascination. But he does now.”
His lips glided along her hip to her thigh, his fingers tugging the wet red curls of her sex, making her moan. She curved toward him, lifting her hips in a silent plea for more.
He smiled against her skin. “Good. You aren’t shaved. So many women are these days, but I love a natural woman.”
“You and Aretha Franklin.”
He chuckled, tugging again, and Allegra felt her clit pulsing in response. “This is what Rousseau thought about most. He wanted to fall to his knees, press his face between your thighs and worship you. To spread your legs and feast. He was so hungry for you, cher. So hungry he couldn’t hide it from me.”
He lifted her legs over his shoulders, kneeling on the floor beside the bed. “She’s so wet. So pretty and pink and wet for us.”
“She’s beautiful.”
Allegra lifted heavy lids to look over Rousseau’s shoulder, catching Ben’s gaze. His blond hair fell over his glittering eyes as he watched them together. She’d almost forgotten he was there again, that he was a witness to the most intimate experience of her life.
It didn’t make her uncomfortable or nervous now. It felt right. She wasn’t sure if he was here as her spotter or here for Rousseau. Maybe both. It didn’t matter now. Not when he was fulfilling one of her fantasies by watching her succumb to desire. And another part of her, apparently more debauched than she’d realized, was hoping that he’d get another chance to touch her as well.
Bone Daddy tugged on her curls again, a little harder this time. “I must be boring you if that pale empath can take your attention away from me. I think I’ll have to do something about that.”
His fingers spread the lips of her sex open and he lowered his head, his tongue exploring her newly exposed flesh with a skill she could only react to.
“Yes.” Her back arched off the bed, eyes closing in ecstasy at the sensations flooding her system. It had been so long. And it had never felt like this.
He sucked her clit in his mouth, his tongue swirling to gather every drop of her arousal. He groaned aloud at her taste, gripping her hips to pull her closer, burying his face deeper between her thighs.
Her hands curled into fists around the sheet beneath her, the heels of her feet digging into his back as his short hair tickled her thighs. “Please.”
She couldn’t help lifting her hips and rocking against his mouth as his tongue thrust deep, feral sounds of approval rumbling in his chest. She gripped the back of his head, holding him close and fucking his beautiful mouth. “More.”
More. She didn’t know whose thought it was, but it repeated in her head like a melody played to the beat of her pounding heart. Her skin was on fire, spine tingling with the power of her rising arousal.
His hands slid from her hips to the cheeks of her ass, squeezing, caressing, spreading. She was drenched with need, her sex and thighs soaked with it. Rousseau’s fingers, too, were slick and coated with her heat.
Allegra’s eyes opened wide when she felt the firm pressure of his thumbs against her ass. Without lifting his mouth from her he met her gaze, his own glowing with determination and untamed passion. He wasn’t asking for permission, he was demanding she submit.
She breathed out on a trembling sigh, and the pressure increased. She’d experimented with toys in the past, mostly out of curiosity, but she was sure she would never allow anyone to take her there. But she’d been sure of a lot of things a few days ago. Sure she wasn’t into threesomes, or voyeurism, or men with split personalities.
The Bone Daddy Effect. That must be it. How else could she explain her wicked behavior? Her sudden impatience to feel him filling her from behind?
His growl grew louder, and his thumbs pushed inside her in small, short thrusts. Fiery bursts of pleasure exploded through her body. Oh God, it was too much. Overwhelming. His mouth, his hands... Too much.
Come quick this first time, cher. We’ve waited too long for a taste of you.
Her cry was loud in the stillness of the loft. Her neck arched at an impossible angle, eyes sightless with the strength of her orgasm. She was shaking, her flesh sizzling with electricity.
She lifted her head, seeking connection. She wanted to see him, to look into those eyes and know she’d pleased him as much as he’d pleased her. That she wasn’t alone in this.
Her vision cleared in time to witness the battle. He hadn’t stopped, if anything he was more voracious, greedier for her taste. But his eyes were changing, flashing hazel and gold and back again. She knew what was happening. Rousseau wanted out. Wanted to experience this—her—firsthand.
Yes.
She shivered, her hips jerking against his mouth as the waves of her climax continued to break over her. She pushed against his thumbs, loving the sharp, stinging stretch—already wanting more.
He lifted his head, his full lips shining with the evidence of her pleasure. His upper lip curled, snarled as he pushed away from her, standing to step back from the bed. Every muscle in his body was tensed and his hands were fists at his sides.
Was Rousseau struggling for control? As she recovered from the most intense climax of her life, he paced restlessly. She noticed Ben leaning against the wall, his eyes never leaving his friend.
She’d wondered how it felt for the Loa, but what must this be like for Rousseau? To have his choice taken away while someone else enjoyed something he wanted. How had it happened? Why? And what did his father have to do with it?
Golden eyes turned her way. “The only trouble with honesty is how inconvenient it can be. No lies, isn’t that what you said, cher? Benjamin, take off your clothes now and get on the bed. I will tell you both a bedtime story.”
Allegra bit her lip, wondering if he was punishing himself by including Ben in this. It was clear he wasn’t enjoying the idea.
He gripped his cock as he watched Ben obey, coming to sit behind a nervous Allegra. She wanted to turn around, to study Ben’s bare body the way he’d studied hers, but she couldn’t tear her gaze away from Rousseau.
He tightened his fist around his erection, knowing he had a captive audience. “Once upon a time, there was a man who wanted to fuck. He didn’t want to fuck his adoring wife, the mother of his three children. He didn’t want to fuck the lovely little piece he already had on the side. No. He wanted to fuck a woman who didn’t want him or trust him. A woman who was not swayed by his charm or outward appearance, but saw him for exactly what he was.”
He stepped closer to the bed
, and Allegra couldn’t help but lower her eyes. The way he was touching himself ensnared her. She wanted to touch him like that. She heard him speak again and fought to focus on his words, knowing they were important.
“He was a practitioner of voodoo, this fucking man. More faithful to it than he’d ever been to any woman. He should have known better, but he asked the spirits for help. He wanted to force the object of his desire to love him. He wanted her to want him more than she wanted to live.”
Ben’s hand slid protectively over her back as he listened. “I thought that was taboo. A Loa can’t make someone do what they don’t want to do.”
Rousseau’s lush lips quirked. “Can and should, Benjamin. Two very different words. We can do anything. But most Loa wouldn’t poke a request like that with a stick. Most would turn their backs in disgust and never acknowledge the priest again.”
Allegra was beginning to understand. “Except for you.”
He shrugged. “I am too soft-hearted. He was a desperate man and being the occasionally impulsive creature that I am, I didn’t see the entire picture until after I’d agreed. And what he was offering in return was impossible to resist.” His fist tightened around his cock, and he thrust into his own hand with a groan.
“He offered you his son’s body.” Ben sounded disgusted. She’d like a few minutes alone with Rousseau’s father herself. “And he died before he could fix it.”
The laugh was distinctly Bone Daddy’s. It gave Allegra a sensual shiver. “As if he would. He laid his family out on a platter for my sampling pleasure, so I gave him what he asked for. The woman loved him well that night. Loved him as though she would die without him inside her. The next morning they found them both dead in the hotel room, she with the gun still in her hand. Seems after all he went through to get his true love, the damn fool refused to leave his wife for her. His reputation, what there was of it, was too important.”
“How could he barter with other people’s lives like that? His family’s lives?”
He lifted a hand to Allegra’s forehead, pushing a strawberry curl out of her eyes. It was gentle, totally at odds with the ugly story he’d just dropped in their laps. “Don’t be sad, cher. Sadness doesn’t feed me. It isn’t the way to get rid of me either.”
Something in his tone put Allegra on alert. If sadness wasn’t the way, that meant there had to be another. A way to get Rousseau out of his father’s debt and a way to satisfy Bone Daddy. Just like the old man had said.
A shadow of surprise crossed his face, and then his smile widened. “No more stories. You’ve had enough time to recover, cher. Are you ready for round two?”
Chapter 7
The two men shared a speaking glance, and Ben got to his knees. “Turn around, Allegra. Look at me.”
His blue eyes held a strange mixture of melancholy and desire, mirroring what she was feeling. She couldn’t stop her body’s reaction to what she’d just experienced, what she was about to experience. But a part of her regretted her need, and the fact that Rousseau might hate her for giving in to it.
Ben smiled, his hands cupping her jaw. “Never. He cares about you, Legs. They both do.” His eyes darkened with desire. “Hell, I do, too. But this is all I’ll get, sweet Allegra. And all of a sudden I’m wondering why I didn’t snatch you up for myself.”
Because you’re in love with someone else, she thought, wondering if he could feel what she was thinking.
Hot breath caressed the nape of her neck, and she heard the sound of ripping foil behind her.
“Every dirty and depraved thing I want.” Bone Daddy’s harsh growl sent a powerful shudder down her spine. “That’s what you agreed to. Well, now I want you to bend over and suck Ben dry while I make your ass mine.”
She was too stunned to breathe. This was Ben in front of her, her confidant. Her friend. She’d agreed to this to get Rousseau, but one man at a time was always more than enough for her. If she did this with Ben, would she be any different than Rousseau’s greedy father?
“I can hear you thinking, cher. If you left one man’s bed to go to another you could worry. We know who and what you want. All we want is to please you. Taste him, Allegra. Let me watch.”
Allegra whimpered, her skin flushing with revealing heat.
Ben’s smile was wicked as he reached for the bowl. “Honey rum. Your research must have taught you how much the spirits love rum.”
Rousseau reached over his shoulder to dip his fingers in the liquid. “The others haven’t tasted Allegra. She’s far more intoxicating.” She felt him trace damp lines on her lower back, the cheeks of her ass.
Ben drenched his own fingers with the liqueur, drizzling it on his hard shaft. It smelled delicious. Her mouth watered and she grabbed his wrist, sucking his fingers into her mouth and licking them clean.
Bone Daddy growled against her shoulder, and Ben tensed.
“Shit, Legs.” He gathered her hair gently in one fist, holding it back from her face. Ever the gentleman. She released him, noticing how the rum made her lips tingle.
Allegra trembled between them, her body wound tight with excitement and desire. “BD? What I saw in the club, am I right in thinking those weren’t just my fantasies and desires?”
“You are. You longed to see and be seen. You wanted to be with me. But you were filled with a curiosity that intrigued me, so I let you see what others wanted, but were too afraid to take.”
“And that one thing?”
Bone Daddy’s laugh was subdued. “It wasn’t him, no.”
When Ben looked at her, a question in his eyes, she followed her instincts and said, “You’re wrong about her, Ben.”
His smile disappeared. “What?”
“You think she doesn’t want you, but she’s good at hiding things. Especially from the people she’s closest to.” She lowered her head and lightly licked the sweet, sticky liquid off the head of Ben’s cock. Salty and sweet. Potent. “That night? I saw her doing this to you.”
She opened her mouth wide over his cock, her cheeks hollowing as she sucked him deep inside.
She heard the surprise in Ben’s inhalation, felt his erection harden further in her mouth. He gripped her head, and she knew he was sensing the truth of what she’d said about Michelle at the same time he was reveling in the feel of her mouth.
It was the Loa, she knew. Nothing she said or admitted to felt awkward or wrong. No desire felt unforgivable. She wanted to please Ben. Wanted to help Michelle. Wanted to obey Bone Daddy.
Needed Rousseau.
He was licking her skin, tasting the rum he’d drawn on her flesh. She arched against his mouth greedily.
A cooler liquid poured between the cheeks of her ass and she shivered, moaning against Ben’s cock. Strong, callused fingers rubbed it in, and then his thumb was pressing against her ass once more. Gently now. Hesitantly.
Allegra raised her head from Ben to look over her shoulder. Rousseau was struggling against the Loa again. And he’d bitten his lip so hard it was bleeding. His battle for control as he watched her with Ben, as he tried to force BD to slow things down, was painfully apparent. He was fighting this too hard. She had to do something.
“I want you to fuck me, Rousseau. Any way you want. Any way Bone Daddy wants.”
His voice was guttural. “You’ve never been taken this way. We have to go slow. You need to be prepared.”
She smiled into eyes that were momentarily hazel. “If you go too slow, I may kill you. I know you’d never hurt me. Either one of you.” She repeated his words back to him. “Don’t think. Just feel.”
The golden glow returned and his eyes narrowed. “No more outs, cher. Unlike your boyfriend, I won’t hold back. It’s not in my nature.”
She knew. God help her, she knew.
Ben’s fist tightened on her hair and she turned back toward his approving expression, bending down to take him in her mouth once more, breathing deeply to calm her racing heart.
Allegra’s senses were on overload. The taste
of honey rum and Ben filled her mouth. The feeling of Rousseau behind her, his massive erection sliding between the cheeks of her ass, the lube he’d applied there coating him as well.
He spread her cheeks apart with his hot hands, the fat head of his cock stretching her in a way that made her cry out in surprised pleasure. Despite his warning, he took his time. Rocking against her inch by devastatingly impossible inch.
“Oh God.” The pressure was intense, but so was her arousal.
She hadn’t expected it to feel so intimate or put her emotions in such turmoil. She wanted to pull away and push closer. She wanted to cry, to beg him to speed up, to take her hard and fast.
“Sweet Allegra. Warrior queen. Open for me. Take everything.” One hand gripped her hip, while the other slid up her spine to hold her shoulder, pulling her back toward him. Allegra cried out again around Ben’s shaft, feeling impaled as Rousseau filled her completely. She wasn’t the warrior he thought she was. She wasn’t sure she could take much more.
“You are, cher. And you can take everything, but it still won’t be enough.” His rough rasp scraped over her flesh, the need in his voice twisting her heart. And then she couldn’t think, could only feel as he began to pump his hips against her.
“Tight,” he hissed. “I bet your pussy is just as tight and hot, isn’t it, cher? Such a little thing to be sending us to our knees.”
Her body felt stretched out, her nerves strung tight. Light burst behind her eyes at the painful, addictive ache. Shallow thrusts grew to deep, powering drives inside her, his bruising grip the only thing keeping her grounded.
“You can’t hide from us tonight, Allegra,” he said, his jaw tight. “We can both sense everything you’re feeling, and you love that. You want more. Harder.” He groaned. “Yes, you can touch yourself. I know how much you’re hurting.”
She sucked Ben’s cock deeper into her mouth, feeling him hit the back of her throat, his moan mingling with hers.
Ben’s free hand reached down to pluck at her nipples, squeezing the sensitive tips hard, exactly the way she wanted him to. She slipped her fingers between her thighs, thrusting two inside her snug sex, feeling Rousseau’s cock on the other side of the thin barrier. She pressed against it.
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