by Tawny Taylor
“Candi,” he said, softly as he stooped down next to her.
She lifted red eyes. Her face was a blotchy, wet mess. Her long hair whipping around her head as the first winds of an approaching storm kicked up. “Justin? What are you doing here?”
“I’ve come to take you home.”
At least ten minutes crept by...or that’s how it felt. But then, as he took her hands in his and gently pulled, she rose to her feet and leaned into him. “I love you, Justin. I always have. And, no matter what, I always will.”
He slid one arm behind her legs, scooped her up and carried her cradled to his chest back to her car. And he held her that way, in his lap in the backseat while Cody drove them all back to her apartment.
Now that she was in his arms, he never wanted to let her go. And he didn’t. Not during the drive. Not when they parked in the lot behind her apartment building. He carried her to the door, up the stairs, and into her bedroom.
When he laid her on the bed, he started to straighten up, but she looped her arms around his neck, pulling him down. Their lips met, and her tongue traced the seam of his mouth. All too eager to deepen the kiss, he parted his lips, slid his tongue along hers, tasting, exploring, seducing. His hands wandered over her clothed body while hers pulled and grasped and yanked at his shirt. Beneath him, her small body trembled. Whether it was grief or need, he couldn’t be sure. But her moans and whispered pleas suggested it was the latter.
“I’ve shown you a glimpse of the dark side of myself,” he murmured against her mouth. “Are you sure you want this?”
“I am, if it means I don’t have to live without you. I can’t do that, Justin. I just can’t.”
He heard Cody move onto the bed. And when he opened his eyes, he caught him kneeling quietly, watching, his eyes dark with need.
Reminding himself that they must focus on Candi, on her pleasure, he moved aside, so that Cody could ease her pants down, over her hips.
Candi opened her eyes, gazed up at him. Her face was flushed, her hair mussed. She looked pretty and vulnerable and sexier than he’d ever seen her. “Is it so wrong that I’m thankful?” she murmured.
“Thankful about what?” Cody asked.
“That you two are the way you are? That you need to have sex together like this?” Her lips quivered. “That you like it rough. Does that make me as bad as him?”
“Oh, no, baby. Not even close.” He palmed her cheek, and she placed her hand over his.
“I can’t imagine living without you.”
“And neither of us can imagine living without you,” Cody said as he kissed a path up her leg.
Justin watched his brother nip and lick the inside of her knee. The sight of her creamy white flesh made him so hard, his teeth gritted. And as his brother’s head traveled higher, toward her sweet little cunt, his heartbeat pounded faster, heavier.
She parted her legs for Cody and leaned back. Justin’s gaze wandered higher, to her breasts, covered by her t-shirt and bra. How he loved her nipples. Hard little pink peaks. His mouth watered for them. His body burned for her. Leaving his brother to enjoy everything from her waist down, he grabbed the bottom of her shirt and pushed it up until her lace bra was the only thing between his hungry gaze and her gorgeous tits.
She took a deep breath and arched her back, pushing her breasts into the air, a silent plea. He pulled a lace cup down, and her nipple popped free. So pretty. Such temptation. He pinched and rolled it until it was a hard little point, and then, unable to wait another minute, pulled it into his mouth.
She was absolute perfection. Her taste. Her scent. Her smooth, soft skin. The perfect lover. The perfect friend and partner. Hopefully, someday, the perfect wife.
Scraping his teeth against her nipple, he inhaled deeply, filling his nose with the sweet smell of her skin. He closed his eyes, concentrating on her taste, the soft sound of her sighs and moans.
“Ohmygod,” she muttered. She shuddered. Her skin warmed under his hand. “I need you. Both of you. Please.”
Abandoning one nipple to torment the other, he glanced down to see what Cody was going. His face was buried between her thighs.
“I could eat you for hours,” Cody said, his voice low and husky. The edge Justin heard in his brother’s voice told him he was on the verge of losing control. So was he, desperate to feel Candi’s silken cunt clasping his cock. To feel her muscles ripple around him as she came.
Tonight they would both have her, together. Tonight and forever after.
They would claim her as theirs.
Candi had never been so desperate to be fucked. She ached from the roots of her hair down to the soles of her feet and everywhere in between. Ev-ery-where. Her blood was pounding through her veins. She was so hot, she felt like steam must be coming off her skin. And all her insides were tied up in knots.
It was excruciating torment.
It was delicious pleasure.
And those little blades of pleasure-pain, as Justin nipped her flesh, only amplified her pleasure.
When Cody stopped lapping at her clit, she thought she might cry. And when Justin also stopped nibbling her nipples, she was even more disappointed. But then she opened her eyes and found they were shucking their clothes, and ohmygod their bodies were beautiful. Utter perfection. Were these two glorious men really going to make love to her?
Justin was the first to strip. He laid on the bed, pulled her on top of him. Her hair fell forward, like a curtain. He pulled it back, gathering it in a fist and looked into her eyes.
“If you need more time, we don’t have to--“
“Shut up.” She smashed her mouth down on his and stuffed her tongue in his mouth.
He took it from there, using teeth and tongue and soft lips to make her head spin and her blood simmer. While he kissed her into a near coma, Cody ran his fingernails down her back, igniting every nerve he touched. Then he drew meandering paths up and down either side of her spine, and her skin instantly prickled with goose bumps.
“Have you ever taken two men at once?” Cody whispered.
A quiver of excitement raced through her body. In between kisses, she somehow managed to utter, “No.” She arched her neck, tipping her head to the side. “I want you both. Inside me. Please.”
She felt Cody leave and she whimpered. Was that the wrong answer? Had he expected her to say yes?
Beneath her, Justin nipped her collarbone. “He’ll be back. Condoms. Lube.”
“Ah.”
He found the sensitive spot on her neck.
“Ahhhh,” she said on a sigh.
“Have you been fucked in the ass?”
“Once or twice.”
“Hmm. Let’s see if you’re ready for me.” Justin eased her over onto all fours, hands and knees, and tested her anus with two fingers. They slid in easily, after the initial burn. And then, the cruel sonofabitch that he was, he added two more fingers to her pussy. Her body went stiff. Everywhere. Arms. Legs. Spine. She was so full. Good full. But it wasn’t one hundred percent comfortable. Yet, the discomfort only added another layer to the almost overwhelming sensations pummeling her system.
The crinkle of plastic signaled Cody’s return. He handed a condom to Justin, but Candi took it from him.
“Please, let me,” she said, rising upright. “You’re both focusing on me, my pleasure. I feel like I should give a little in return.”
“Hmm.” Justin pushed her onto her back. When she reached for his thick cock, he caught her wrists in his fists and slammed them up over her head. “You don’t touch until I say you can.”
A wild rush of heat blazed through her, and she gasped. She could swear she just about came.
He was lying on top of her, his skin burning against hers. And he was looking at her with dark, wild eyes. She’d never had a man look at her like that, as if she made him crazy with need.
“You like this, don’t you?” He gathered her wrists into one hand and, after shifting to one side, to give himself, and Cody, easier
access to her body, skimmed his hand down her torso.
“Yes,” she whispered.
“Good. Because you’re going to get a lot of it in the future. This is just the beginning.” He rolled on his condom, and Cody did the same before lying on his back next to her.
“Come here,” he said, pulling her toward him.
They positioned her on hands and knees over him, his hips between her bent knees. And while she eased herself down onto his thick rod, Justin stretched her anus, preparing it for his invasion.
“I’ve been waiting to fuck you in the ass for a long time,” he said as he added some lube and a third finger. “You’re so fucking tight.
Tight, was right. Her soles of her feet were tight. Her jaw was tight. Her face was tight. She was too hot and so desperate to be joined with them for once and for all. She wanted to feel their cocks swell as they came inside her. She wanted to see their faces as their pleasure overtook them.
Desperate to reach the orgasm that was just beyond reach, she slammed down hard against Cody, taking him as deep as she could. His crisp curls grazed her clit, sending waves of burning need blazing through her center.
“Please,” she begged as she fucked Cody hard, her pussy clamping around his thick rod. “I can’t wait any longer.”
Cody grabbed her hips, slowing her frenzied motion. He eased her down until her cunt was full then whispered, “Easy, baby. Let him in.”
Justin’s cock pushed at her entrance. Burning. Hot. Tight. She cried out, the pain almost overwhelming. Still, he didn’t back off.
Shaking, she tried to tip her hips, moving away from the pain, but Cody held her in place. “Oh, God,” she said, her breath caught in her throat. Oh, God.”
“You’re going to take my cock,” Justin growled. “I’m going to fuck this ass.”
“No,” she said, tears gathering in her eyes. He was too big. It hurt too much. Dammit. She couldn’t take him.
“Relax.” Cody released her hips, pinching her nipples hard enough to make her whimper. Her pussy relaxed, and in Justin’s cock slid. He didn’t wait, shoved his hips forward, seating himself fully.
Stuffed with cock. In her ass and in her pussy. She couldn’t breathe. She couldn’t move. It was almost unbearable, painful and yet she felt the churning heat of her orgasm building, swirling round and round.
They moved. Both of them. Glided out a little, then back in. Out and in. Their cocks stroked every nerve ending in her body. She shook. She cried. She laughed. She screamed.
So close. Almost there.
“Faster,” she begged. “Please, faster. Harder.
The pain was oh so good. The swirling heat whipped up and down, gathering strength and speed, and then she was screaming in ecstasy as her pussy and ass pulsed around thick cock.
They fucked her through her orgasm, driving her to the brink of a second one. And just as she tumbled over the crest once again, the shouted, in unison as they came.
This was exactly what she’d been waiting for. Tender, it was not. They’d fucked her hard, mercilessly. But the tingles she felt from head to toe told her a rough fucking was exactly what she needed.
Going boneless, she flopped onto Cody, relishing the sensation of being sandwiched between her two utterly gorgeous lovers.
He hooked a finger under her chin, turning her face to his, kissed her sweetly and looked into her eyes. “Are you all right?”
“Better than all right.”
“Good,” Justin murmured in her ear. He gathered her hair over one shoulder and bit the other one, and her pussy twitched.
“Mmm.” Cody’s voice vibrated through her whole body. “She still has some energy left. I think we need to cure that.”
“Yes, please.” She clenched her inner muscles, and both men groaned.
“Oh, damn,” Justin said.
Cody laughed as he pulled out, reaching for one of the wrapped condoms he’d dropped on the bed. “What did you say? She was too delicate?”
“Delicate?” She shifted positions, moving back to hands and knees and reached between Cody’s body and hers, cupping Justin’s balls and giving them a squeeze.
“What the hell do I know?” Justin yanked out of her. “You’re going to pay for that.”
His promise, particularly the sharp edge in his voice, send a shudder down her spine.
Chapter 7
Candi gave a little sigh of contentment. How long had she waited for this moment? Wondered if it might ever come to pass? Now that it had, she couldn’t help smiling. Sometimes, the anticipation of something is so great that the reality is a letdown.
Not in this case. Oh, most definitely not.
She’d had some pretty damn good sex before. But even her most memorable experience paled in comparison to this.
Lying between Cody and Justin, so worn out she could barely keep her eyelids open, she stared up at the ceiling, watching the dust motes float in the blade of brilliant sunlight slanting through the window. What a crazy few days this had been. Full of shock and disappointment and pain. But she was sure she’d made the right choice. Cody and Justin Dean were hers. And she was theirs. If it took them the rest of their lives to figure out the rest, that was okay. Because she wasn’t going anywhere. In just a few days, Justin and Cody had already taught her the sweet, sweet pleasure of total surrender.
This relationship would last more than a year. She was sure of that. The timing was perfect. She was ready for them; and they were ready for her.
Besides, Justin and Cody Dean still had a lot of naughty fantasies to make come true.
The End
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An Excerpt From RAW
Copyright © TAWNY TAYLOR, 2014
All Rights Reserved
Raw: A Dark Romance
Kendall Tremaine is content with her life. Sure, she is still haunted by the ghosts of a dark past, still searching for redemption from selfish actions. But she wakes each morning, hoping it is just around the corner. Until a trip to Spain turns her life upside down. She is sold as a sex slave. To a devastatingly handsome–and dangerous—billionaire. A billionaire who is more monster than man.
But it is the man’s tenderness that threatens to destroy her…not the monster’s cruelty.
Kace Ramos loves the sight of women knotted in his ropes. He enjoys their whimpers of pain. He craves their screams of terror. He never has a shortage of beautiful women in his dungeon. Some quietly submissive, some openly defiant, he strips them raw and then sends them home, broken and bruised. But the unbreakable Kendall does something no slave has ever done. Her cries of pleasure shatter his barriers, making him feel things he’s never felt before…things he thought he could never feel. Even before their time is up, he knows he’ll never get her out of his mind…or his heart.
The man will do whatever it takes to make her his. But the monster won’t be satisfied until he has torn her to pieces.
SAMPLE
I backed away from him, one step, two. “Please. I’m a virgin. And I need to stay that way. I have no money. I’m not educated. My parents are dead. My purity is the one thing, the only thing, I have to offer a husband. Please don’t take that away from me.”
Staring at me with obsidian eyes, cold and hard, he shook his head. “Your pleas land on deaf ears, esclavo. I could care less what you have to offer a husband. I only care that I’ve paid good money for you and I intend to get what I paid for.”
My head spun. I staggered back another step. “You paid money? To…to fuck me?”
“I paid money to do whatever I like to you. For one week.”
I wrapped my arms around myself. My head spun. Thoughts whipped through it, jumbled. “How much money? Maybe I can return your money?”
One brow quirked. “Do you have two million dollars, esclavo? You said you had nothing.”
I gasped. Then, because for some reason the oxygen I’d gulped didn’t make it to my lungs, I gasp
ed a second time. “Two million? Two million U.S. dollars?” My legs wobbled. “Two million?”
“Two million.” Once again, he closed the distance between us. “So you see, esclavo, I will get whatever I want. I’ve paid a great price for the right.”
“But…but…I’m not for sale!”
“You were.” He prowled closer, evil smile in place, eyes glittering. “And I was the highest bidder.”
This couldn’t be happening. Had Sid’s boss sold me like a common whore? My stomach convulsed, and I fell to my knees. I heaved but nothing came up.
Something hard and tight clamped around my arm and within a split second I was pulled across the room. With every inch I was dragged my terror swelled. And so did my fury. I fought. I kicked. I writhed and screamed until I was breathless and heaving and trembling all over. Stopping in front of the big wooden X bolted to the back wall, he hauled me to my feet then jerked one of my arms up.
Oh God. If he tied me up I wouldn’t be able to fight. He would be able to do anything he wanted to me. Anything at all.
He could kill me.
I fought even harder. I fought with everything I had. My rage pummeled my system, and I used it to drive me to keep fighting, even when he had one wrist bound. I swung with the other one and kicked with both feet until he’d secured both wrists and ankles in cuffs.
I’d fought. I’d lost.
But I wasn’t giving up.
I was chained to a big x, my back facing my captor. But I was still a virgin. For now.
But for how much longer?
My muscles were so tense they cramped. My nerves were jangling so badly I was shaking from head to toe. My senses were hyper-alert. I heard him moving behind me. I felt the slightest gust of air when he came closer. I smelled his cologne.
I felt his heat burning my back, even though I was still wearing my clothes.
The hairs on my nape stood on end.
“I enjoy your fire, esclavo. Now, let me see if you enjoy mine.”
What did that mean?