by Amy Valenti
“Hazelnut latte,” Grant said immediately. “I know, it’s a girly drink, but it’s great. I live off those things.”
“I’ll have whatever you’re having,” Scott told me, and I pressed a swift kiss to his forehead, then stood up.
“Be right back.”
I’d only taken three steps towards the door when Scott jumped up and followed me, pulling me back into his arms and kissing me breathless. I pulled back, confused and awash with lust. “What was that for?”
“That was a test. When you were out of control, you couldn’t make yourself leave without kissing me half to death, remember? You’re in control now.”
It made a warped kind of sense, now I thought about it. “Oh…”
Grant pressed against my back, the beginnings of an erection pushing against my tailbone. “Think we should move this party to the bedroom?”
I let them guide me upstairs into Scott’s room, and as he closed the door behind us I heard the reassuring hiss of a soundproofed door closing. When I turned to Grant, he drew me into a sensual kiss, his tongue inviting mine to play as he cupped one of my breasts with his hand, squeezing the hypersensitive nipple until I gasped.
“Come on, let’s get you out of these clothes.”
I wasn’t about to argue, not with Scott’s hard cock pressing against my hip and Grant’s lips trailing down my throat. I wriggled against Scott, loving the low moan I managed to coax from his throat, and let Grant ease my shirt over my head. His appreciative sigh against my lips made my pussy tighten, and I pulled him into another kiss, revelling in the feel of cocks pressing against me from both sides.
“Come on, boys. I wanna see you two have a little fun together, too.” I looked behind me, meeting Scott’s lips for a second, then turning back to Grant. With a series of light kisses for each of them, I managed to wriggle out from between them, leaving the two guys in each other’s arms. Watching my boyfriend kiss his best friend was seriously hot, and I stripped off the rest of my clothing while the two of them made out.
Once I was naked and spread out on the bed, I cleared my throat, grinning when they separated to look at me guiltily. “Don’t let me interrupt. I can just watch and get myself off.”
“No, you can’t.” Scott drew his hand out of Grant’s jeans and crossed the room with three quick strides. His pants were undone already, and I tugged them down while he shucked off his shirt, licking my lips at the thought of sucking his warm, hard cock.
“Holly, you are so fucking hot.” Grant sat on the bed beside me and slid warm hands over my breasts from behind, teasing and lightly pinching my nipples. I moaned as he drew me back against his shirtless body, his skin against mine sending a thrill through me.
Then Scott kicked off his pants and knelt in front of me, and my heart skipped with anticipation.
“Do it, Scott. Make her scream.” Grant squeezed my breasts again, then laughed as my boyfriend spread my thighs and pressed his mouth up against my drenched cunt.
“Oh, fuck, yeah…” I tilted my hips, pressing against his tongue and slipping down a little in Grant’s arms. While Scott lapped at my clit, then slid the tip of his tongue inside me, I leaned against Grant’s hard cock, reaching behind me to rub it through his pants. Grant caressed my breasts with skilled fingers, alternating between firm and feather-light touches, and between his hands and Scott’s tongue, I felt myself beginning to tip.
“God, I’m so close…”
Grant nipped at my neck, his breath heavy and a little shaky against my skin. “Close, huh? What do you think, Scott? Do we let her come now, or make her wait a little longer?”
I whimpered as Scott raised his head, his lips shining with my arousal. “You know, that’s not a bad idea.”
“It’s a really bad idea,” I protested as the almost-orgasmic pleasure faded to a steady ache. “Guys, please…”
“Nope.” Grant flicked my nipples gently and kissed my shoulder. “We have more in store for you, baby.”
“Don’t call me ‘baby’ or I’ll bite your cock off,” I snapped at him, frustrated beyond reason.
“Ooh!” Grant winced. “Never deny a lady her orgasm—lesson learned.”
“C’mere, beautiful,” Scott murmured, sliding onto the bed with us and drawing me down against him. I wriggled, trying to align his cock with my pussy, but he dissuaded me, rolling us over and pinning my wrists over my head.
“Why do you want me to suffer?” I asked plaintively, putting on my best sweet and innocent expression. Please fuck me… please…
Scott brushed hair from my face, clearly amused. “What will you do for an orgasm, Holly?”
“Anything,” I said immediately.
“Would you suck my cock?”
“Mm-hmm…” I wriggled, switching from pleading to seductive. “With pleasure.”
“How about mine?” Grant reached between me and Scott, sliding his fingers against my pussy and closing his other hand around Scott’s cock.
“I dunno, Grant. I haven’t seen it yet.”
Scott grunted as Grant slowly worked his cock, and I pushed against Grant’s fingers eagerly, loving the way my gorgeous man was distracted by the hand-job.
“Don’t worry, Holly. You’ll see it. And it’s way better than Scott’s.”
Scott turned to glower at him, though the way he swayed against Grant, hypnotised by the movements of the other man’s hand, reduced the glare to a smoulder. “If your cock’s better than mine, then why can’t you stop jerking me off right now?”
“Novelty value. I can jerk myself off any time I want. You just happen to be there. Anyway, I can’t suck my own cock. Might as well take advantage of yours.”
Scott growled and kissed him, releasing my wrists to card his fingers through Grant’s hair. I manoeuvred my way across to Grant, intent on divesting him of his jeans, and while he pushed Scott horizontal and moved in to take his cock into his mouth, I finally got my hands on Grant’s.
His hard prick was longer than Scott’s, but not quite as wide. I slid my hand up and down a couple of times, then skimmed my thumb over the moist head, and Grant groaned against Scott’s cock, making Scott growl in response. “Fuck, if you don’t stop that I’m gonna come in your mouth. Holly, what are you doing to him?”
I just laughed and stroked Grant a little faster, increasing his pleasure, but keeping it to a level where he’d still need more to be able to come. Grant tried to fuck my hand, but I wouldn’t let him set the pace, and he moaned around Scott’s cock again.
“I swear I’m gonna blow if you do that again,” Scott warned breathlessly, and then gave a shaky sigh as Grant sat up.
“Holly, you’re fucking killing me here…” Grant turned and pulled me onto his lap, his eyelids heavy with pleasure. “Fuck, you’re perfect.”
I submitted to his hard kiss, my head spinning as his tongue fucked my mouth and he trembled against me. Beside us, Scott kissed my shoulder, then murmured into my ear, “If you want to fuck him, I’m okay with that.”
Grant tightened his fingers against my waist, his cock jumping in my grip. “I wanna get inside you so much, Holl…”
“Mmm…” The idea of being fucked held a lot of appeal right now, but since Grant had been the one to suggest denying me my orgasm earlier…
Mischief filling me, I guided Grant’s cock to my ready pussy, positioning the head right against my entrance. It felt so good that I couldn’t help but sink down onto it a little way, crying out softly as he stretched and filled me.
“More,” Grant ground out, sliding his fingers across my clit and sighing as I tightened around his cock in response. “Come on, gorgeous, take it all.”
Oh, God, I wanted it, and my thoughts of revenge seemed less reasonable with every slow inch that I let him penetrate me. When he was buried all the way inside my heated cunt, I rose up again slowly, the friction between our bodies driving me halfway crazy.
“Feel good, beautiful?” Scott nuzzled my neck, pressing his cock against my
hip. I turned my head to kiss him, thanking him for his willingness to share me, and for his patience, and for being the incredibly sexy guy he was.
Grant thrust up into me a little harder, and I gasped against Scott’s lips. “Yeah,” I murmured to him. “Really good, but what about you?”
He gave a crooked smile and a shrug. “We’ll get there.”
Grant leant back on his elbows as I surrendered to the sensation of having his cock deep inside me. I rode him harder, my thighs beginning to burn with exertion as I slid up and down his steel-hard erection. When Scott pressed in behind me, one hand kneading my breast as he supported me around the waist with the other arm, Grant groaned a protest as I faltered.
That was, until Scott slammed me down hard onto Grant’s cock, shocking the breath from both me and the guy inside me. We cried out in unison as Scott guided me back up, then angled me forward a little. “Right here?”
Before I could ask what he meant, he pushed me down onto Grant again, and I gasped as his cock hit my sweet spot just right. “Fuck!”
Scott chuckled against my shoulder, rubbing his cock between my thighs, to one side of where Grant’s disappeared inside me. I reached down and stroked him a couple of times, and Scott kissed my neck as he pulled me upward again, almost all the way off Grant.
“Scott, if you pull her off me and fuck her instead, we’re gonna have a problem,” Grant warned, his voice verging on threatening.
Scott laughed and guided me down again, hard. While both Grant and I gasped, he said, “It’d be worth it, but I’m not that much of a bastard. Don’t take too long, though. I’m going crazy, here.”
With Scott’s guidance, we set a steady rhythm that made me tremble and cry out over and over again. Grant dug his fingers into my hips, thrusting up as Scott pushed me down, and between them I moaned and whimpered, the approaching climax beginning to erode the edges of my mind.
“Come on, Holly. Come now,” Scott murmured, and within a couple of thrusts I half screamed, my release radiating out from my spasm-wracked cunt through my entire body, making my toes curl and my fingertips tingle.
Grant cursed incoherently below me, thrusting up a few times as Scott held me still. My cunt squeezed around his cock in waves of dizzying sensation, and it only took him a couple of seconds to come deep within me, yelling out his pleasure into the darkened room.
Grant pulled me down for a kiss, his breath shaky against my lips. “You’re fucking fantastic, you know that?”
“Can’t argue with that.” Scott lifted me off Grant’s lap and cradled me in his arms, stroking my hair as I recovered from the intense climax. “God, Holly, I wanted to push in there next to Grant.”
I’d never tried taking two guys at the same time, and lust flared through me anew. “You should have.”
He shook his head. “Not today. Maybe next time, when you’re more used to being with us both.”
I glanced over at Grant, who was half dazed, his eyes closed. “Deal. But now let me get you off.”
As soon as my palm grazed his stiff cock, Scott thrust into my touch, swallowing hard. I watched his face, affection overcoming me as I teased the man I was increasingly sure I was falling in love with.
“What do you want?” I asked him softly, and he shook his head.
“Your call, beautiful.”
Grant sat up slowly and shifted to one side, and I pushed Scott down into the space he’d created. I kissed a slow trail down his body, and Scott groaned. “Don’t tease, Holl, not now…”
Relenting, I slid farther down and took his cock into my mouth. He thrust up, trying to force himself deeper, and I closed a restraining hand around the base of his dick, limiting him to what I could take. While I licked and sucked my way down Scott’s shaft, Grant moved behind me and slid his fingers between my thighs.
My cry of surprised pleasure was muffled against Scott’s erection, but he felt it, all right, and twisted his fingers into my hair, coaxing me to take him deeper. I could feel him trembling, and knowing just how turned on he was made me even more desperate. I pushed back against Grant’s hand and then forward down Scott’s cock, over and over again, and as Grant went from teasing my clit to working three fingers inside my drenched cunt, I gasped and sighed and sucked until Scott moaned my name.
“Just a little more, sweet thing. Don’t stop…”
Grant continued to fuck me with confident fingers, pressing his lips against my lower back and murmuring things I couldn’t quite make out. I shoved back against him harder, faster, the smooth glide of his fingers in and out of my pussy almost enough, but not quite. He took the hint, curling his fingers further inside me, hitting my sweet spot with every thrust until I was almost sobbing for relief.
Scott fisted his fingers into my hair as I flicked my tongue over the sensitive spot on the underside of his cock. “Oh, God, Holly—I’m…”
He couldn’t finish the sentence, but I already knew he was past holding back. As he took his long-postponed release I drank the fluid down, relishing his groan of satisfaction. I continued to suck and lick until the tension had completely ebbed from his body, and then drew away to smile down at him.
Grant had slowed his caresses while Scott came, presumably watching him over my shoulder, but now he thrust his fingers deeper inside me, reminding me of my own heady lust. I moaned and pushed back against him again, my thighs shaking as the pleasure began to build higher than high.
As Scott recovered from his orgasm, he encouraged me to move up his body to meet his kiss, pinching and rubbing my nipples as Grant finger-fucked me from behind. It was almost too much, and I almost screamed with arousal and frustration, hot and shaking and halfway to insanity.
A couple more frantic thrusts sent me over the edge, and I collapsed onto Scott’s chest as intense pleasure surged through my cunt, the heat pulsing and receding gradually into a slow smoulder of satisfaction. Scott wrapped his arms around me, holding me tightly, and Grant slid his fingers from my pussy to lie beside us, laughing breathlessly into my ear.
“Holy fuck, Holly, you nearly broke my fingers.”
I turned my head to give him a brief, grateful kiss, then grinned at him. “Hope not. I might need them later.”
“Nuh-uh.” Scott turned my attention firmly back to him. “His fingers can get in line behind my cock.”
While I laughed and kissed him, Grant snorted. “What, up your ass? Been there, done that.”
“Yeah, but not while I’ve been watching,” I pointed out, and both guys went quiet for a moment, pondering that.
“Good point,” Scott conceded, but none of us moved to do anything about it. We were all too exhausted, too blissed out.
I fully intended to remind them of the conversation once we’d rested for a while, though.
Epilogue
Later that night, wrapped in blankets with a deliciously used pussy and with a gorgeous man on either side of me, I watched the netcast with a dreamy eye. When the news ended, the time seemed to strike all three of us at once. It was almost nine and there’d been no communication from Beth.
“Is this normal?” I asked softly, trying not to get unduly worried, but it was hard to keep calm when both guys had tensed up.
“For Beth? No. She does everything to a schedule. Even when she has to incorporate a change of plan, she comes up with a way to reschedule everything.” Grant stared down at his watch, unease radiating from him. “I hope she’s okay.”
When I looked at Scott, my stomach turned over. His blue eyes were stormy, his brow creased in a frown. “I’m gonna call her.”
He kissed the side of my head, then slid out from under the pile of blankets and reached for a pair of sweatpants by the side of the bed. Despite the atmosphere in the room, I couldn’t stop myself from ogling his tight ass and firm thighs.
“Maybe she got held up? I know she said she was gonna talk to a specialist friend of hers about my operation.”
“I hope it’s nothing…but Beth’s always on time. She
’s drummed it into us to be suspicious if she doesn’t check in when she says she will.” Shucking on a T-shirt, Scott headed for the bedroom door.
The soundproofing hissed shut behind him and Grant and I exchanged concerned looks. After a beat of silence we moved as one, grabbing our clothing and pulling it on as fast as we could. I hadn’t known Beth for long, but I knew one thing—she was good at what she did, and she was the pillar holding Scott and Grant up. I had no doubt there were many other fake Focused relying on her, too. If something had happened to her…
As I reached the foot of the stairs, Grant on my heels, Scott lowered himself onto the couch, his eyes staring at nothing, his lips in a tight, fearful line. I knew something was horribly, dreadfully wrong.
“What’s going on?” Grant passed me, put a hand on Scott’s shoulder as I hovered in the doorway, unsure what to do or say.
“I got Beth’s voicemail.”
“And…?” Grant prodded.
As if unable to make himself say the words, Scott called Beth again, then put the phone on speaker. The phone rang for interminable seconds, then the voicemail kicked in. Beth’s voice, low and urgent. “We’ve been compromised. Get to the safe houses. They’re coming for me. I’ll contact you when I can.”
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Dominance and Deception
Amy Valenti
Excerpt
Chapter One
Pierce
“What do we have, Layton?” Draining my coffee cup and throwing it into the trash, I looked over at the rookie cop, who was frowning at something on his computer screen.
“Surveillance camera footage from outside the club—the smoking area.” Layton beckoned us over to his desk, and Beaumont and Santoro rose from their chairs to join us in front of the screen.
“There’s our victim, Samuel Leigh,” Beaumont pointed out, gesturing to a figure leaning against the wall, smoking a cigarette.