by Anya Summers
Chase continued to eat Kara's pussy with fervent zeal as he watched Zeke thrust his hips and heard Kara moaning around his shaft. It turned him on like nothing he'd experienced before. They'd shared women, but never before had he been so perilously close to acting out his fantasy. As much as he loved topping women, he wanted Zeke to dominate him in the worst way. Seeing Zeke fuck Kara's mouth, the muscles in his ass clench as he thrust his length, Chase was afraid he would spill his seed before he ever entered Kara's pussy.
He redoubled his efforts, licking and sucking on Kara's sweet folds, plunging his fingers in her channel and adding a third. The sounds of her garbled moans made him suck on her clitoris harder. He was rewarded for his efforts as Kara wailed, her pussy quivering and clamping around his fingers as her climax rippled through her body.
Chase rose and knelt before her splayed thighs, positioning his cock at the entrance to her pussy. He slid home as Zeke withdrew from her mouth and scooted to the edge of the bed.
"Hey, gorgeous." He undulated his hips in rapid succession, earning him a series of gasping mewling moans.
Zeke returned with a black mask, sliding it around Kara's eyes.
"We're going to fuck you, little sub. Hard and fast, and trade off so you won't know who's fucking you," Zeke murmured.
With that Chase unleashed his primal instinct, shuttling his cock inside her quaking pussy in hard fast strokes. She was panting and moaning as he slammed his dick inside and felt his climax erupt.
He moved quickly to her side so Zeke could take his place between her spread legs. It was incredibly hot watching him fuck her. Chase felt his dick hardening once again, listing to the slap of flesh and his lovers' combined moans. Kara strained against her bonds, arching her back as passion enveloped her body. He bent over and flicked his tongue over her engorged nipple. He loved how she tasted like peaches and cream.
Chase was in position as soon as Zeke withdrew his member. Chase plunged; sliding his erection inside Kara's quavering folds. Kara's body trembled and vibrated as he thrust, pounding his dick inside her pulsating sheath. Back and forth, he pounded inside her, bringing her to the brink, and then Zeke would trade positions, taking his turn. Kara was screaming and keening she was so lost in ecstasy. Chase didn't think he'd ever seen a more beautiful sight than the rosy flush covering her skin as Zeke plunged his dick inside her pussy. Zeke was reaching his zenith; Chase could tell by the firm set of his jaw and the thunderous look of lust in his eyes.
Zeke roared his completion, his neck strained and his body rigid before he was withdrawing from Kara and sliding next to her.
When Chase entered her, feeling the wet coating of Zeke's semen, he knew this was the final bout. Zeke lay sprawled on his side, his member flaccid and his face replete with the excessive number of climaxes he'd experienced with their little sub. Chase pistoned his hips, ramming his cock inside the quaking clasp of Kara's pussy over and over again. He hammered his cock inside her, feeling his dick swell and lengthen; he knew his release was imminent.
Once, twice, he shuttled his length in hard pounding strokes that hit the lip of her womb, and then he felt her body constrict around him. The vibrating squeeze of her vagina toppled his hold, shoving his body over the edge of oblivion.
"Kara," he moaned her name as he poured his seed inside her and continued fucking her until the last of his tremors had subsided. His legs felt like jelly as he withdrew and sat back on his haunches. Zeke undid her wrist cuffs and removed the blindfold. Chase unfastened her legs from the leather restraints. He massaged the muscles along her thighs and calves as he straightened her legs. Kara groaned from having them in that position for so long, which was why he tended to her, wanting to ensure her muscles were not too abused.
Once the restraints had been removed and Kara tended to, Chase collapsed by her side, pulled her in for a gentle kiss, and then closed his eyes. He was thrilled about the way Kara curled into him. Zeke lay on his back, his eyes closed, not moving any closer than linking his fingers with Kara's. It would do. It had to.
Zeke heard Kara's husky laughter, opening his eyes he shifted his head and smiled. Kara and Chase were playfully kissing, giggling as they teased one another. Warmth speared his chest at witnessing their interaction, especially Chase; the man had been so serious of late, it was great to hear him sounding happy.
He'd known Kara was theirs, that she was missing link they'd needed in their lives, for a while now. Zeke wanted more from her, wanted to create a home and family with her, and wanted her willing to offer them forever. Zeke could remember the first time they'd met, at a bridal conference at one of the Times Square hotels. He'd still been so raw from the behind the scenes implosion of his cooking show, Blazing Inspirations, that he had been positive he'd never be willing to trust another woman again. How Melissa had set him up, sleeping her way up the food chain to become his assistant, and then using what she'd uncovered about his lifestyle to try and blackmail him.
She'd failed in her blackmail attempts, but the damage had been done at the network and he'd walked away from an eight figure contract.
And then Kara had upended his world, quite literally, running into him as she barreled onto an elevator he was attempting to debark from. Her compact little body had rammed into him, knocking him back against the wall with a surprising force. Zeke still remembered the way she'd stared up at him with those big green eyes of hers, tears lining her inky black lashes as she had asked him if he was okay—when it was clear to him that she was running from someone or something. His every Dom tendency had surged, wanting to shield and protect this lioness of a woman. She'd apologized so sweetly, begging his forgiveness, saying she was in a hurry because a caterer for one of her weddings had quit. In a moment that had come to define his existence, when he'd not known what to do with his sinking career, he'd offered Kara aid right then and there, saying that he would be more than happy to replace her caterer on such short notice.
He'd escorted her to a pub a block away from the conference madness, where they'd hashed out the details of the wedding. Zeke had fallen for her steely resolve and gumption before the evening was over. He'd had Chase join them for dinner, and it was then that the inkling of an idea had wiggled into his brain. That had been five years ago. A simple chance meeting and she had set his life on a newer and much brighter path.
Bringing himself back to the present, he shifted as the love play between Chase and Kara heated up. Not wanting to be left out of the fun, as much as he enjoyed watching Chase top their sub individually right now, Zeke wanted to participate. He scooted over, his erection already straining to sink inside Kara's silky flesh, until he was flush against her back. He tasted her neck, planting open mouthed kisses on her neck and shoulders, his tongue caressing the delicate flesh. Zeke brushed his hands down over the smooth lines of her back.
Chase released Kara's lips and Zeke turned her face toward him, stealing a drugging kiss of his own, tangling his tongue in a heated duel with hers. She was so fierce and loving. Zeke wanted this woman in a way that defied logic. He wanted his child at her breast one day, wanted a life with her and Chase. He broke the passionate kiss.
"Morning, mind if I join?" He nipped her bottom lip.
She moaned against him. Chase was thrusting his fingers inside her pussy. He reached behind him and grabbed the bottle of lube from the night stand. Pouring a generous amount into his hand, he spread the lubricant over the tight rosette bud of her anus. Inserting his finger, he pressed past the tight ring of muscle, driving his digit back and forth, stretching the tight walls of her back channel.
He added a second finger, loving the skintight grip of muscles as he prodded and thrust. He knew that between himself and Chase, Kara was delirious in her passion. Her mewling cries stirred his Dom tendencies something fierce, it made him redouble his efforts to give her the orgasm of her life.
On a signal from Chase, he removed his fingers from her ass. He coated his dick with more lube and closed the distance between t
hem. Zeke placed the head of his cock at her back hole as Chase settled her leg up over his hip. They were sandwiching her on her side, with Chase primed at her pussy. He waited, watching for Chase's slight nod, and then they both pushed forward, entering their sub at the same time.
"Ah, god, yes," Kara sputtered on a whimpering moan.
Zeke could feel Chase's dick through the tissues of her pussy walls, sliding against his own, and it didn't bother him in the least. It made Kara's back sheath that much more snug around his cock, so she was squeezing his member in such a way that he had to fight to maintain his control. They speared her to the hilt until he felt his balls rasp against Chase's and then they waited, allowing her body to accept the intrusion of both cocks spearing her depths. Chase kissed her in a fervent tangle of tongue and lips, while Zeke fitted his hands over her pert boobs where his fingers pinched and pulled at her nipples, rolling the tight buds between his thumb and forefinger. They played Kara's body like a symphony conductor; drawing responses from her, heightening her desire so that it wasn't long before her hips began grinding slightly as need overcame her senses.
It was all the prompting Zeke needed and he shifted, pounding his dick inside her constricted ass. He chose a languorous pace, wanting to draw out their combined pleasure. He loved the snug feeling of her tissues clamped around his member, as they greedily drew him deeper. Zeke hungered for her, even after the multitude of times he had gorged on her charms the night prior, even as he sank into the tight confines of her ass now. It didn't matter. The more he had her, the more he wanted her. He could spend a lifetime pleasuring her and he didn't think it would ever be enough. She was an obsession, and he knew there would never be another woman for him.
Over and over he rocked his hips, sliding his cock in and out of her tight back channel. Neither he nor Chase appeared to be in a hurry with their lovemaking this morning, enjoying the slide and clench of her tissues around them. And driving Kara mad with their loving.
In and out, he thrust, hard and deep, and was rewarded when her sheath quivered. He loved her, plain and simple. And he believed Chase loved her too, even though they had never discussed their feelings for her, only their desires to make her their sub. He wondered if she would give them forever or if their time together was a passing fancy for her. He glanced at Chase then, his partner's face only inches from his, and there was a look in his black eyes that made Zeke's insides tumble and churn. Then the intense look was gone as Chase shifted his gaze to Kara.
"Please, Masters. Let me come," she begged, panting, unable to move as they caged her with their bodies. It was one of the plus sides of being a dual top. Sometimes all that was needed to restrain your sub was the other's body.
"What do you think? Should we let her have it?" Chase deferred the decision to Zeke again, setting off ripples of apprehension inside his chest that Zeke preferred not to ponder now as he zeroed in his focus on their sub.
"She's earned it," Zeke said and he increased his tempo, leveraging and angling his body closer so he could reach further inside her with his thrusts.
He hammered his cock inside her tight channel and felt Chase do the same with her glorious pussy. Kara wailed as they unleashed their passion. They both held her as they pounded inside her. But they needed to be closer. Zeke shifted, drawing Kara's body so that her back was completely lined up against his, then he urged Chase to do the same at her front. They used each other for purchase, his hands slid around Chase's back and Chase did the same with his.
And then they fucked her. They'd never topped a woman this way before, so close to the other that he could see the flickers of desire in Chase's eyes. Chase nestled his head on one side of Kara's head and Zeke on the other as they both neared their own shining climax.
Repeatedly they pounded and hammered their cocks inside her. Kara's climax pushed him over the ledge, his body strained; his dick lurched and discharged semen in her ass. He kept grinding his hips, kept sliding his cock in and out of her rear until his member stopped quivering. Then he lay there at her side, unmoving, too satisfied and replete to do much more than want to continue lying with Kara nuzzled up against him. They all seemed to have the same mindset as their breathing and heartrates subsided to a more normal pace.
What the hell had Chase's deal been? This was the first time in their five years of dual topping that Zeke had ever felt apprehensive when it came to Chase. Was it just the fact that they were both so enamored of Kara that his feelings were spilling over to him? Unable to shake the disquiet shrouding his mind, Zeke was the first to move away from their afterglow cuddle. He withdrew his hands from Chase and Kara, doing so as nonchalantly as possible. She moaned sweetly as he moved away and he felt his heart squeeze.
"Do you think Declan and Zoey will mind if we skip breakfast?" Kara asked, looking over her shoulder at him with banked desire in her eyes.
"No, I don't. Why? What did you have in mind, pet?" Zeke replied, wiggling his brows.
A wicked grin spread across her face and he was lost. Breakfast be damned. His unease be damned. They'd have to dynamite him away from this woman.
Chapter 8
"I think you will be really happy with the selections you've made, Zoey."
Kara and Zoey were seated at the desk in the library, going through sample books. They'd spent the majority of the day there, searching through her sample books. The extra baggage fees had been totally worth it.
"God, I hope so. Who knew arranging a wedding was akin to staging an invasion?" Zoey seemed a bit frazzled. It was normal in Kara's line of work, since many people didn't realize the sheer volume of decisions that had to be made in order to pull off a wedding.
"That's why I'm here. If these are the choices you want to proceed with for your table settings and decorations, I will make all the arrangements so then all you have to do is to enjoy and dream about your big day."
"You have been a lifesaver, Kara, truly. With everything else that has been going on, I cannot imagine getting through this wedding without you. Oh, and I don't know if I told you but I decided to hire that gown designer you referred me to; Elise," Zoey admitted.
"You won't have to worry. I'm just glad I can be here to help. And Elise in my opinion is one of the best designers you will ever meet in this industry."
"Let's go with these selections. They're stunning and will suit the theme the best, I think. I already had Sherry help me do my measurements for Elise last night and filled out her questionnaire, along with noting some images of her gowns that I really like and what I'm looking for, so fingers crossed," Zoey said.
"Great, those are gorgeous pieces, and I think you will be really pleased by them. I will get to work on those right away. And if Elise is designing your gown, it will be magnificent." Kara's fingers flew over her tablet, pulling up the consent forms and adding the selections, before switching to her laptop. She already had all of her vendor sites open and ready to purchase whatever selections Zoey made.
"Here are your consent forms for each of these choices. If you could sign each one for me, that would be great. There are five of them, so just tap enter after you sign and the next form will appear for you."
Kara handed Zoey her tablet, then went to work on the vendor sites as Zoey signed each form. Thank goodness for technology. It made her job, especially performing away from the home office, ten times easier.
"And I'm certain your gown will be one of Elise's premiere gowns, don't worry."
Kara completed the orders for the table linens, china place settings, flowers, table decorations, silverware, bar ware. Chase had already ordered everything he needed to design the bridal walkway from the conservatory to the ballroom. He was down on the first floor now, constructing the Greek style columns and archways, and they'd opted to have live trees brought in instead of having Chase construct fake ones. Zoey wanted to have them planted after the ceremony to signify their joining and their hope that they would be building their own family tree. It was all very sweet.
Zeke was down in the kitchens with Mrs. Stewart and the army of local wait staff hired to help with serving the reception dinner. Kara pitied the local staff just a little bit. Zeke was a slave driver when it came to the proper way to serve a meal.
If his creations weren't just this side of heaven, his dictator style supervising would get on her nerves—and everyone else's, for that matter. Except his food was exceptional, and even those who worked for him when he was being an ornery ass couldn't help but worship at the man's feet. He always made sure, once the dinner had been fully served, to cook for the staff as an extra part of their payment. The after reception meal seemed to, even when he did ruffle a few feathers, help most of them forget their hurt pride as they indulged and savored his cuisine.
"Okay, the consent forms have been signed. It's now all official," Zoey murmured. She had this dreamy-eyed look on her face and there was a sheen of tears in her eyes.
Kara laid a hand over Zoey's and squeezed, giving her reassurance. "Great. Everything is ordered and should arrive in the next two weeks. This way, if anything is damaged during shipping, we should have enough time to have the vendors supply us with replacements. There is a rush fee on all of these, but better safe than sorry."
"I will bow to your capable hands," Zoey said. "And thank you for everything. I didn't think I would get so emotional over selecting china, but I can't seem to keep the sniffles away. Silly, huh?"
Kara gave her a reassuring smile. "It's my pleasure. And it's not a wedding unless the bride cries at least once. It's an emotional time. You're marrying the man you love and it's a big, huge step."
They were interrupted by a swift knock on the door, followed by a woman's voice.
"Buster, look, I got this."
"It's Jared." The normally relaxed butler's voice sounded stiff as it filtered through the closed library door.