Taboo (Penthouse Pleasures Book 1)

by Jayne Rylon

  When he pinched her nipple, hard, her hips rocked off the counter.

  Ian took that as a sign. “Almost there. Is this where you want my mouth next?”

  He swiped a finger along her slit, brushing his thumb lightly over her clit.

  Casey wrenched her mouth from Jace long enough to shout, “Yes!”

  Jace chuckled against her swollen lips before resuming his torture. Ian, however, delivered on the arousal he’d amplified with his skilled seduction. He slid his hands beneath her thighs then yanked, drawing her to the edge of the counter.

  Fear of falling might have distracted her from her pleasure under ordinary circumstances. Not right then. Because Jace would never let her fall. She reclined against the arm he’d slung around her back, holding her in place for his partner.

  Fuck yes.

  Ian licked her pussy softly at first, then with stronger intention. He dipped between her folds, escalating the flick of his tongue over her clit at the top of each pass. When he surrounded her clit with his lips and sucked lightly, in rhythmic pulses, she knew she wasn’t going to make either man wait long to hear her crying out their names as she shuddered in climax.

  Jace took one look at her and chuckled. “I told you. He’s a pro.”

  Speaking was beyond her. She fisted Jace’s shirt in her hands and drew him toward her. Could he see how deeply this touched her, finally correcting the biggest regret of her life? That alone had her soaring.

  He switched his hand to her other breast, and when even that wasn’t enough, he dropped his head to one while he massaged the other.

  Casey looked down at the two men working her over. They complemented each other beautifully, making her muscles quiver with the effort of withholding her orgasm.

  “Don’t you dare,” Jace rumbled against her breast before biting her harder than before. “Give him what he wants, what he’s working so hard for. There’s more where that came from, don’t worry. Come for us, Casey.”

  As he ordered her, and her body responded, Ian did his best to make sure she could obey.

  He inserted one thick finger into her pussy and curled it so that he pressed just right, trapping her G-spot against her pubic bone. She couldn’t stop it.

  Casey screamed. She came with a gush that might have embarrassed her if Ian hadn’t shoved his face tighter against her as if to capture every last drop of her pleasure.

  “Fuck, that’s so hot.” Jace put one hand on the counter and vaulted on top of it.

  She’d remember to object to his boots on the food prep area later. He cradled her head in his palm while she rode out the rest of her climax. When the other hand fumbled at the fly of his jeans, she realized he planned to feed her his cock.

  Casey opened her mouth and leaned forward, eager to taste him again. Especially if she could bring him even half as much bliss as Jace had brought her by sharing her with Ian.

  Somewhere in the recesses of her mind, she heard something that didn’t involve Jace or Ian. She simply didn’t care. Except it didn’t stop.

  Ian lifted his head from where he was sipping at her, bringing her down from the spasms still wringing her dry. “Someone’s at the door.”

  “Casey?”

  8

  Casey clapped her hand over her mouth, trying to contain the last of her echoing cries. It was no use. She’d practically flown apart right there on her kitchen counter. The proof of her pleasure reverberated off the hard surfaces of the gleaming kitchen.

  “Casey? Are you okay?” Everly shouted through the door.

  Casey buried her face in her hands. There was no use in pretending she wasn’t actually home. Hell, as the building manager, Everly was likely to call the police or use her master key to gain entry. That would be awkward for everyone. Having Jace and Ian’s co-workers taking notes about the “disturbance” in her apartment was unacceptable.

  “I’ve got this.” Ian kissed her thigh, then wiped his mouth with his forearm before looking at Jace. “But you’d better get down and zip up.”

  Jace grimaced and attempted to tuck his incredibly stiff cock back into his jeans. She reached up to help draw the denim together. Her knuckles brushed the warm flesh of his hard-on, which jerked.

  “You’re not helping, babe,” he groaned.

  “Casey!” Everly yelled louder.

  “Coming,” Casey responded shakily.

  Ian laughed out loud when Jace stepped back, finished the job, then leapt down from the countertop before lifting Casey off it, too. Her skirt fell into place as Jace adjusted her shirt and bra. Casey finger combed her hair and tried to stop shaking with pleasure.

  Meanwhile, Ian jogged to the door and opened it. “Hey, Gabriel. Everly. What can we do for you?”

  Nobody—not even the non-cop civilians—was going to buy Ian’s innocent greeting.

  “We were going to ask if you were interested in checking out the movie playing on the big screen in the park tonight. But…I can see you’ve got other plans.” Gabriel winced.

  “Sorry, I thought I heard Casey scream.” Everly blushed. “I made him come with me to see if you were all right.”

  “You did hear her scream.” Jace’s puffed-up chest made it clear he wasn’t ashamed they’d nearly drowned her in ecstasy. “And she’s fine. Great, I think.”

  Casey smacked his gut and hissed, “Stop it.”

  The instant she showed her ire, Goliath growled from where he stood between Gabriel and Everly. As big as he was, it was an intimidating warning.

  “It’s okay, boy.” Gabriel patted his head and tugged on his leash.

  “You made him mad at me.” Jace practically pouted. He’d always wanted a dog of his own. When she’d left, he’d inherited her goldfish. It wasn’t the same, though.

  Casey took Jace’s hand and led him toward Goliath while speaking sweetly to the dog. “Thanks, Goliath, but he’s a friend. See?”

  She held Jace’s hand out to the dog, who sniffed it then smashed his face against it, begging for attention. Ian joined in as they lavished Goliath with affection. The dog seemed like he was in heaven at the center of all their attention.

  She completely understood the feeling…and couldn’t wait to experience even more of it.

  “So, uh, what have you been up to?” Everly asked, sort of awkwardly.

  The guys looked to Casey, and she shrugged. No sense in hiding what everyone already knew. “Christening the kitchen counter…”

  Gabriel snorted.

  Immediately, she blushed. “That’s probably a horrible thing to say to an actual holy man, right?”

  He laughed. “Not really. It’s not like you murdered someone. Besides, these days I’m a sinner like everyone else.”

  Everly flashed her a discreet thumbs-up. “In that case, I guess we should leave you alone.”

  It was clear from her curious stares at the three of them that she was trying to figure out who was doing who.

  Casey saved them the effort of wondering what was happening behind closed doors. She asked quietly, “Hey, Gabriel?”

  “Yes?” He turned slowly, cocking his head.

  “Do you think I’ll go to hell if I fuck two incredibly hot cops at once?” She gnawed on her lip as if it wasn’t already a near certainty that they were going to be sharing her lush California king bed tonight. It felt important that she show Jace she wasn’t ashamed of him or what he was into anymore, even if it might take a little getting used to.

  “Babe.” Jace sounded amused, if exasperated.

  “Casey,” Ian hissed, his standards of decorum completely scandalized by the crass girl who still lived buried deep inside her and escaped on occasion.

  To her surprise, Gabriel burst out laughing. Casey knew she’d made the right call. “Nah. And if you do, at least I’ll have company down below.”

  “In that case, it’ll be worth it.” Casey couldn’t believe she was considering it—shit, had already decided. It was completely unlike her to reach an impulsive verdict, especially about
something so outrageous. Her neglected sex drive had roared back to life, smothering her mind’s objections. Especially after discovering how talented Ian’s mouth was. If he could do that to her with his lips and tongue, what could he do with his cock?

  She sure wanted to find out. Pronto.

  “If you need anything—you know other than, like, condoms or a spare handcuff key or something—we’ll be across the hall in my very sound-proofed penthouse with the stereo turned up. So make sure you call ahead.” Garbriel grinned when Everly chuckled.

  “Thanks.” Casey melted a little, even though she tried to stay tough. Maybe she could fit in here better than she thought. Maybe she could belong. Maybe her life was about to take a turn that would enrich her existence far more than the material possessions she’d bought herself through hard work and a fear of failure had. “Seriously, I appreciate everything you two have done to make me feel welcome here.”

  “I do, too. Now it’s time for Casey to come inside.” Jace turned, then said over his shoulder, “Thanks for checking on her, guys. See you later.”

  “Sorry, he’s concerned about her being any more exposed than necessary right now.” Ian smoothed over Jace’s brusqueness, as usual.

  “I can understand that.” Everly winked. She and Gabriel were gracious as they headed toward his apartment with Goliath on their heels. “Enjoy yourselves.”

  “We will, guaranteed,” Jace promised low enough that Casey hoped only she’d heard.

  “Thanks. Bye.” She waved then held her hand out to Ian. He took it, bringing it to his lips for a casual kiss that spiked her temperature. Then he used the connection to escort her inside, and locked the door behind them.

  Meanwhile, Jace grumbled, “No, that’s not what I meant. I want Casey to myself. Well, to ourselves for the rest of the night. No more interruptions. I’ve waited ten fucking years for this. That’s long enough.”

  9

  Though they could have resumed where they’d left off the moment Everly, Gabriel, and Goliath left, the guys had reverted to cop mode instead. Casey couldn’t say if it was that the mood had been shattered or if their unintended timeout had shaken them awake from the fantasy they’d been reenacting.

  Or maybe the guys were pretending to be well behaved because they thought that’s what she would prefer. Either way, she was getting antsier—and hornier—by the minute.

  Sure, the orgasm Ian had given her had been incredible. No one had ever gone down on her like that before. Not even Jace. But she needed more. The sweaty, rhythmic slapping of bodies straining toward completion together. Watching the guys shatter as completely as she had.

  She’d missed that. Unbridled passion and sex so good she didn’t give a fuck what she looked or sounded like while she was getting it on. Not since Jace had she been that uninhibited. Free.

  Suddenly, she thought she might die if she didn’t experience that complete liberation again soon. Jace’s logic had sunk in, too, though. It would be nice to have someone else there. Someone like Ian, who was every bit as passionate, yet far more controlled. Someone who’d make sure they didn’t harm each other again. Guardrails to keep them from rocketing over the edge of a cliff.

  Casey barely resisted tapping her toe as the guys finished their search through her apartment, this time being more aware of their impact on her environment. When they’d reached the final area and cleared it, she thought for sure they would make their move.

  Instead, Ian asked her, “Do you have food in the house? I can cook us something for dinner.”

  They’d ordered lunch, as she usually did. But she had some basics on hand.

  She wasn’t about to turn down his offer. “Hopefully it’s enough for you to throw something together.”

  Jace rubbed his stomach. “Ian can make something out of nothing. I remember the days when we’d run out of money a few days before payday. He’d take a packet of ramen noodles or a can of SpaghettiOs and doctor it up until it seemed like a feast. I don’t know how he did it, but we never went hungry like I had back home.”

  Ian shrugged. “It’s not that hard. Let me see what you’ve got.”

  Casey spent the next half hour admiring him as he turned an opened box of pasta, some leftover grilled chicken, a couple vegetables, and a dash of spices into a delicious herbed pasta in a light butter sauce that made her sorry, for once, that she didn’t have any wine in the house.

  “This is delicious, thank you,” she told him with her mouth half full. Manners be damned.

  “You’re welcome.” He cleaned his own plate. “Need to feed you so you have enough energy for tonight.”

  And there it was.

  Her body lit up like a neon sign flickering to life. “Tonight, as in right now. Right?” She stood up from the table fast enough that her chair squeaked against the floor.

  Jace laughed and hugged his stomach. “I’m glad I’m not the only one dying over here.”

  Even Ian seemed relieved. “I was trying not to pressure you. This is new and unexpected.”

  Casey couldn’t deny that. It was exciting, too. “It’s kind of like having sex with a stranger. Thrilling, but not as petrifying because I know Jace and trust him, despite everything. He wouldn’t let just anyone touch me. I’m sure of that.”

  “Same for me.” Ian’s smile turned wolfish then. “It’s an honor for such a gorgeous, powerful quasi-stranger to invite me into her bed. I plan to make sure you’re not sorry you did.”

  She turned to Jace. “Where did you find him? Can we keep him? Please?”

  Both of the guys laughed at that.

  “We ended up as roommates while going through the police academy. I couldn’t afford to live in the city on my own and Ian had inherited a sweet townhouse in Brooklyn from his grandmother. I moved in and helped him renovate on the weekends. Afterward, we’d go out together. It didn’t take long to realize we had similar tastes in women and what we liked to do with them. To them. For them. So we just kept doing what was working for us.” Jace shrugged.

  Ian hesitated as if he might add something else. Instead he let it go and angled himself toward her. “We make a good team. On the force and elsewhere.”

  “I did notice you tend to have a good cop, bad cop thing going.” She grinned as she leaned in closer to Ian. It was odd to be so attracted to another man in Jace’s presence. The impact of his stare only turned her on more. She ran her hand down Ian’s neck. “Maybe you could demonstrate some more of your partnering skills.”

  Jace cursed under his breath. In her peripheral vision, she saw him cup his crotch as if his dick was about to bust through his pants. Perfect. Riling him up was exactly what she wanted.

  “I should clean up the kitchen first,” Ian murmured, though he didn’t seem very interested in the prospect.

  “Fuck the dishes. Better yet, fuck me.” Casey turned to Jace. “Stop torturing me, please.”

  She craved the passion he would rain on her. The rough, raw claiming he’d treated her to in the past. At the same time, she was also drawn to the suave style of Ian’s more sophisticated approach. Asking her to pick a favorite would be like forcing her to choose between salty caramel and birthday cake ice cream. Casey loved them both. Craved them and devoured them at every opportunity, even if it meant an extra half hour at the gym burning it off.

  Somehow she knew that once she slept with these men, they would become her new guilty pleasure. At least fucking was solid exercise. So that meant more ice cream, too. Yassss!

  Ian was everything she’d looked for in guys since Jace. Ones she’d been unsatisfied with or bored by. Jace brought the edge that could slice her open again if she wasn’t careful. Together…

  They could be the perfect pairing.

  She stood on her tiptoes and wrapped her hands around Ian’s neck. He put one arm low across her back. His fingers rested on the top swell of her ass, drawing her toward him, supporting her as she took what she wanted from him.

  Casey kissed him sweetly, slowly, yet no
less passionately than she had made out with Jace earlier. He hummed as his tongue stole between her lips.

  “Carry her to her room,” Jace ordered, then led the way.

  Casey squealed when Ian scooped her into his arms and followed.

  She was thankful they were going to do this someplace softer this time, because she planned to be at it for a while and the counter wasn’t exactly the most comfortable spot in the house. When they entered her room, Ian set her down carefully.

  “Strip her,” Jace demanded. “I want to see her naked this time. Have nothing in our way when we want to touch her, lick her, fuck her.”

  Casey was about to reach for her own clothes then. She couldn’t get them off fast enough.

  She didn’t get the chance. Ian was there, walking her tank up her torso slowly, teasing Jace with the deliberate strip tease neither she nor Jace would have had the patience for. It built the anticipation to unbearable levels.

  When finally he’d pulled the shirt fully over her head and arms, he started again at her waist, this time tugging her skirt off bit by bit. She hadn’t bothered putting her panties back on after their earlier liaison.

  Jace cursed. “I’ve been hard all afternoon knowing you were bare under that.”

  “Underwear is overrated.” She grinned. “I like to go commando a lot.”

  “Now I’ll always wonder,” Ian sighed.

  “Feel free to check whenever you like.” She laughed. How was this so easy? So fun and stress-free?

  “Maybe I will, with my tongue.” Ian seemed like he might opt for a second round of oral sex. He must really enjoy eating pussy, or at least hers. Either that or he didn’t realize that the entire afternoon—hell, the entire day—with them had been one giant bout of mental foreplay.

  “Thank you, but…will you hate me if I say I need the real thing this time?” She shook her hair out behind her then ran her hands from her chest to her pussy, which ached with the desire to be stretched and stuffed full of cock. “Soon.”