And when Ruckus feared he could no longer hold off, when he feared he was about to erupt in his trousers, Bran came, pumping wad after wad into his mouth and down his throat.
*
Was it possible to orgasm just by watching something fucking sexier than imagined?
RG stared at the incredible vision unfolding before her, her heart and pulse wild, her breath rapid, her clit throbbing. The very second the sparks between Ruckus and Bran ignited she’d been horny, but she hadn’t anticipated this kind of…of…physical reaction to watching them together. Nor had she anticipated the intense arousal she experienced at bossing Ruckus around, at controlling the situation, at making him bow to her will…
The hot lick of jealousy that trailed up her spine when Ruckus’s mouth closed over Bran’s cock didn’t upset her—she’d expected it—but she hadn’t expected how quickly it vanished, replaced by an almost visceral desire surging through her now.
The louder Bran groaned, the wilder his hips bucked, the deeper he slammed into Ruckus’s mouth, the hornier she became. Until, as Bran emptied himself into her lover now, she damn near fucking came herself.
Doing nothing but watching them.
Holy fuck, she hadn’t foreseen this.
A whimper sounded in her throat, and she slid her fingers between her clenched thighs, reaching for her clit.
“Don’t.”
She gasped at Ruckus’s growled command, her stare locking on his. He straightened from the chair, Bran stepping backward as he did.
With a slow wipe of his thumb at the corner of his mouth, Ruckus shook his head. A gleam danced in his eyes. “Don’t even think about touching yourself.”
She lifted her chin, squirming on her seat. Her heart raced. Her clit demanded attention. “Try to stop—”
In two strides, Ruckus stood in front of her, one hand buried in her hair, the other buried between her legs.
The bliss of his hard fingers ramming against the hyper-sensitive nub of her clit made her head swim. She moaned, on fire.
“This is me stopping you.” He worked the pad of one finger over her clit in slow, tiny circles.
She moaned again, arching her spine in an attempt to grind her sex harder to his hand.
“Brannum,” he said, without looking away from her. “Bind RG’s wrists behind her back for me.”
Liquid heat flooded her sex. She caught her bottom lip with her teeth, holding his stare even as the unmistakable pressure of an orgasm began to build in her core.
Bran’s long fingers circled her wrists. She let out a hitching breath as he brought them together at the small of her back. Whimpered as the silken coolness of the ropes kissed her skin just above her wrists, binding them together in an inescapable knot.
And all the while, she stared at Ruckus, rode his hand as he tormented her clit and pussy with his fingers through the satin of her panties. Fought to hold off the orgasm threatening to smash through her. Ached for it at the same time…
“You know what you’ve done, RG?” His eyes burned with a lust that stole her breath. He inched the crotch of her panties aside, touching her bare pussy lips with one finger before stroking her clit.
She shook her head, incapable of anything but shallow pants.
“Let me show you.”
She had a second to ponder the enigmatic answer, a split second, and then he shoved her thighs wide with far-from-gentle hands and tore her underpants from her body with a single yank.
She cried out, the pain of the satin violently rubbing against her hips forgotten the second her brain registered it, lost to the elemental pleasure of his aggression.
“Release her tits, Brannum,” Ruckus said, flicking Bran—standing beside her—a quick glance before locking his stare back to hers. “Suck them, bite them, do whatever you want to them.”
A shudder racked through her at his order. Her nipples pinched into tight points against the inside of her corset.
Ruckus smiled. “Now…hand? Or mouth?”
“Neither. Cock. Yours.”
That wickedly incredible sound of mirth she loved so fucking much escaped him. “Oh gorgeous…I’m in control now. This is what you’ve done.”
And with that, he lowered himself to his knees between her spread thighs and took possession of her sex with his mouth.
A rush of intense pleasure claimed her. He laved his tongue over her clit, between her labia, back to her clit again. With every rough stroke, a wave of exquisite sensations crashed through her. She cried out, the sound becoming a gasp as Bran’s hot, wet mouth closed around her right nipple.
Holy fuck. Holy holy fuck.
She arched her spine, desperate for Ruckus’s tongue, eager for Bran’s mouth.
Ruckus worked her sex, teasing her clit with his tongue, his savage rhythm echoed by Bran’s sucking mouth on her breast. They explored her body with their hands, Ruckus raking hot lines with his blunt nails up and down her inner thighs, Bran kneading her breasts.
When the pressure building inside her reached the pinnacle, when a tremble began to quake through her, she bit the inside of her mouth and drove her nails into her palms.
If Ruckus knew she was about to come, he might deny her release. The man between her legs was scary, addictive and intoxicating and wild, and so very much in control.
Another shudder racked through her, tighter and deeper this time.
She was going to come.
Any moment now, she was going to—
Ruckus lifted his head, that low chortle of his flaying her sanity. “Do you really think I’m going to let you off that easy, gorgeous?”
She looked down at him. “I was hoping…”
He leant a little closer to the junction of her thighs and blew a gentle stream of air onto her wet flesh.
She sucked in a breath, the cool caress sending a ripple over her body. Her nipples grew harder, a fact Bran seemed to enjoy as he plucked the one not in his mouth with playful pressure.
Ruckus lifted his head again, eyes dancing with smug delight.
The loss of his exhaled breath on her pussy made her groan. “Ruckus…please make me come.”
“Brannum, stop touching RG.”
“Are you fucking kidding?” RG protested, as Bran’s mouth and fingers slipped away from her breasts.
She glared at Ruckus, and then Bran. The ropes around her wrists bit into her skin, a deliciously exciting sensation she already wanted to experience on her ankles. To be bound spread-eagle as Ruckus…or Bran…or both used her body for their pleasure and hers…
Another tremble claimed her, deeper.
So close to eruption…so close…
Ruckus rose to his feet, lips twitching.
“Get back down on your fucking knees, Ruckus, and make me fucking come.” She strained against the ropes, all too aware that the friction her struggle caused turned her on as much as the open desire in Ruckus’s eyes.
He smiled at her, looked at Bran, and then walked away, scooping up the teardrop cock ring from the coffee table as he did so.
“Where are you going, Ruckus?” Why was her heart pounding in her chest like a cannon?
He lowered himself into the armchair he’d been sitting in earlier, the one he’d occupied when she’d ordered him to blow Bran. Settled deep into it and twirled the cock ring in lazy circles on the tip of his index finger.
She glared at him, and then swung a desperate look up to Bran. “Please make me come, Bran. Please?”
Bran’s chest rose and fell with a slow breath. “When Rick…when Ruckus tells me to, I will.”
She squeezed her eyes shut and pressed her thighs together. Maybe, just maybe, if she wriggled enough on the seat, she could—
“I’ll let you come, RG,” Ruckus said from his chair, his voice calm. Dangerously calm. “When you finally admit the truth.”
Throat tight, body on fire, she opened her eyes and met his gaze. “What truth is that?”
He cocked an eyebrow. “Why you allowed me to
break your cast-iron one-and-done deal. And what you were hoping to achieve with your little surprise at dinner tonight.”
Chapter 6
Would she answer?
Bran stood back from the chair where RG sat, wrists bound, feet free. She could simply straighten at any time and walk from the room. Unsure how she would react to the rope around her wrists, he’d tied them with a Siberian hitch knot, which meant with a little twisting and tugging, she’d be free.
He didn’t doubt she’d figure it out if she really tested the ropes.
And with just a glance at the knot, Ruckus would know it as well. His ex had only ever used the hitch on him when they were together. It had been both a concession and a test back then: I won’t make it impossible to break my binds, but I expect you not to. Bran had never failed the test. His wrists had remained tied together as the last drop of come left his cock, no matter how much he’d wanted to touch Ruckus—his broad, tattooed back, his incredible arse—during their fucking.
Never once during their time together though had he told Ruckus what to do, as RG did now. Never once had Ruckus used his sexual power over Bran to learn what was in Bran’s head. If he had, where would their relationship be right now? Would the three of them be—
“I broke my one-and-done rule with you, Ruckus,” RG said, dragging Bran from his thoughts, “because you make incredible Thai food.”
Ruckus threw back his head and laughed. “Bullshit. Guess you don’t want to come after all.” He arched an eyebrow at Bran. “Want to take a shower?”
Bran’s cock—spent still from the most incredible blowjob of his life—twitched in his re-zipped pants. A shower with Ruckus? Their wet, naked bodies sliding against each other…
He swallowed. As much as he wanted to say yes, he knew Ruckus wasn’t after an answer. The power play between his former lover and RG was at its zenith—and to the winner go the spoils. Bran had no delusions he was a part of those spoils. Had no delusions who the winner was going to be.
RG might be a fierce opponent in the gaming business, and in the gaming world, but Bran could already see when it came to Ruckus, she was just as imprisoned by her desire, her connection with him, as Bran.
Ruckus would win. Who made RG come—Ruckus, Bran, or RG herself—that, he didn’t know. But Jesus, the anticipation turned him on.
His cock twitched again, growing thicker and heavier with every passing second.
“Fuck you, Ruckus,” RG protested.
And still she didn’t stand. Still she didn’t unravel the ropes around her wrists.
“Tell me the truth, RG.” Ruckus smiled. “And I’ll fuck you senseless.”
An image of Ruckus sinking his impressive length into RG’s pussy filled Bran’s head and he moaned.
“Brannum likes the sound of that.” Ruckus looked at him. “And you do too. Your nipples are puckered. Your pupils dilated. Tell me why I was the exception to your one-and-done rule and I’ll bury myself to my balls in your sweet, tight pussy.”
Bran moaned again.
RG sucked in a sharp breath. Her cheeks, he noticed, were pinker than before.
“Why?” she whispered, her voice husky. “Why do you need to know?”
Ruckus leant forward in his seat, resting his elbows on his knees. A smile played with his lips as he studied her. “I already know, gorgeous. I need you to accept it.”
She frowned. “You think you’re so goddamn good, don’t you? But you’re just getting off on the power rush.”
Bran watched Ruckus’s nostrils flare. “No, RG. I get off on you. Have done from the second we first met. The thought of you, your smile, your smell, your taste, the sound of your laughter, the sound of your voice when you moan my name, the sight of your shoulder as you shrug, your brain, your creativity, your arse. I get off on you. It fucking scares me witless, but I do. I should have bolted by now. Should have walked away from you, but I didn’t. And now you’ve brought Bran into our little world and everything is more complicated than ever. And that fucking scares me as well, because for the first time in my life, the idea of complicated, of having a connection is more potent than the idea of being unattached. You did that. Bran did that. Bran was always honest with me, even when I wasn’t with him. I loved that about him. Now I want you to be honest with yourself. I need you to be honest with me. I need to know…” He paused. Rubbed at the back of his head, his mouth. “Fuck, RG, everything is different now, and I need… I want to get off on your honesty. That’s all I’m asking for, gorgeous. You ask everyone in your life to be honest with you, because of your mum and what she did to you and your brother. Now, I’m asking you to be honest with yourself. Truly honest.”
RG flicked Bran a look. She trembled. He didn’t blame her; he was trembling himself. His cock, no longer flaccid, now strained against his pants. His pulse hammered in his throat.
“RG?”
RG turned back to Ruckus at his soft command.
“You can do this, gorgeous.”
Do it, Bran urged, aching to hear her say what Ruckus so clearly knew she wanted to. Say it.
“Wh-what if you leave me after I do?” she whispered.
Ruckus rose to his feet, crossed to where she sat, and lowered himself to a crouch before her. He cupped her jaw in one hand, his thumb tracing the fullness of her bottom lip. Bran wanted nothing more right then but to do the same with his tongue; trace her lip, taste it, nip it, explore her mouth as Ruckus explored her body…
“Do you want me to?”
She closed her eyes, drew a slow breath, and then looked at him. “No. I don’t. Never.”
He let out a ragged sigh, his eyes closing. “Fuck, this isn’t how…I thought I’d feel…”
“Feel what, Ruckus?” she whispered.
He looked at her. “I wanted you to admit how you felt so I could run. But the thought of running. From you. From…from Bran…” He shook his head.
Bran’s heart smashed into his throat. Was Ruckus saying what he thought he was? Was he?
“Tell me, gorgeous.” Ruckus ran his thumb over her bottom lip. “Tell me why you broke you one-and-done rule for me?”
RG stared at him, her breath shallow. “Because I love you, you bastard.”
The declaration sent a finger of hungry tension into Bran’s groin.
“And?”
Bran swallowed at Ruckus’s low question. His eyes burned as he waited for her answer.
“And I was hoping to shock myself out of it by seeing you and Bran together.”
Bran blinked. She’d made him contact Ruckus, brought the man back into his life in an attempt to get Ruckus out of her system?
“How’s that working for you?” There wasn’t a hint of anger or malice or sarcasm in Ruckus’s voice, just calm understanding.
Bran’s heart clenched at Ruckus’s tender response to her claim. It made no sense, but his reaction to the moment made Bran ache for him even more.
RG laughed, the sound at once a surrender and a confusion. “It’s not. Seeing you both together, seeing this part of your life, witnessing it… It just made me hornier than I’ve ever been.”
Ruckus’s smile stretched wider. To Bran it wasn’t smug. It was…happy.
Ruckus happy? Truly happy? Another wave of hot tension rolled through Bran, and this time not just into his groin, but into his chest, his soul, his very core.
Jesus, if Ruckus walked away from him like he had before…
“Now, RG,” Ruckus leant forward and brushed her lips in a soft kiss, “you can come.”
RG closed her eyes. “Oh God, yes.”
Bran sucked in a ragged breath, the sight of such tender connection stirring something deeper inside him. Something more than lust, more than desire. Something like hope…
And then, as he watched, Ruckus fisted his hand in the thick curtain of hair at the back of RG’s head and took utter savage control of her mouth with his.
“Oh God, yes,” Bran echoed on a groan, concentrated lust detonating within
him.
He reached for his cock, its thickening steel demanding attention.
Ruckus tore his mouth from RG’s, tilting back her head as he straightened before her, his stare locking with Bran’s.
“Put on the teardrop, Brannum.”
Fuck.
Dark excitement threaded through Bran. He swallowed, and dipped his head in acknowledgement.
Ruckus studied him, sexual hunger burning in his eyes.
Bran stood motionless, welcoming the inspection. How many hours had he wasted aching for Rick to look at him again? And now he was, more enigmatic and carnal than ever.
An invisible pressure wrapped Bran’s chest and he drew in another shaky breath.
Ruckus’s eyes softened. A smile curled the edges of his mouth. “I’ve missed you too, babe. You have no idea how much.”
Bran couldn’t stop his hitching inhalation. Babe. A term Bran hated anyone but Rick—Ruckus—using on him.
“Now put on the teardrop. I want you wearing it while we both penetrate my girl here.”
RG made a noise Bran could only describe as impatient rapture. She gazed up at Ruckus, eyes half-shuttered, lips parted and still glistening from his kiss. Her exposed breasts heaved, their creamy-smooth forms spilling over the top of her corset.
Never had Bran witnessed such an image of absolute pleasure and sexual perfection.
“Are you…” He stopped as she turned her gaze on him. His cock pulsed. If he didn’t get the teardrop on soon, he’d be too fucking hard. “Are you okay with me…with us…”
“Are you kidding, West Wind?” Her use of his Hell’s Harbour name made his body thrum. “Do you see me kicking Ruckus in the nuts for suggesting it?”
Ruckus’s answering chuckle made Bran look at him.
He met Bran’s stare. “Feelings come later, Brannum. What’s in our hearts? Later. Right now? This is about base, elemental pleasure. For the three of us. Put the ring on, babe.”
Bran put the ring on.
Ruckus slid his hands under RG’s butt and hauled her up from the chair, slamming their bodies together.
She gasped. He captured the excited sound with his mouth, seeking out her tongue with his as he kneaded her backside. He’d coveted her arse from the moment they’d first met. The first time he cupped its toned curves, the first time he parted her round cheeks and explored the tight entry he’d revealed, he’d almost shot his load there and then.
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