Trials and Tiaras (Untouchable Book 7)

by Heather Long

  Sliding his big hands under my shirt, he massaged my sides and back before cupping my ass and dragging me forward, just as his mouth closed over mine. It was a slow, easy kiss. It demanded nothing. The stroke of his lips, the brush of his tongue. Teasing, testing, tasting. It was the kind of kiss that had me straining to get closer, and at the same time, savoring the play. When he lifted me, I wrapped my legs around his hips.

  The slow grind of his boxer clad erection against the seam of my panties made me groan. So close, yet the friction was a delicious promise of what was to come. My shirt tickled my nipples as I rolled my hips and rubbed against him. He tightened one of the hands on my ass as he slid the other up to fist my hair.

  Never once letting me up for air, he maneuvered us out of the kitchen and into the living room. The softness of the sofa brushed my legs as he lowered me to it. With a light slap against my ass, he murmured for me to let go, and I groaned. But from the contact and the command. He lifted his head and stared down at me.

  With only the light behind him, I couldn’t make out his face, but the weight of his stare rolled over me like a caress. Gently, he tugged my shirt up and then brushed his lips against my abdomen and followed the fabric up as he uncovered more flesh. When he reached my breasts, I let out a little sigh. He didn’t quite touch my nipples, kissing around them until they were tight and straining. When I arched my hips, he gave my hip a sharp little slap that had me gasping.

  “Baby Girl,” he began in a voice so heavy and thick, it sent another shudder through me. “Do you want a birthday spanking?”

  A shudder washed over me at the offer. It had been a while since Ian actually spanked me, and Jake had given me the occasional slap, but not a real spanking. I swore my whole body went liquid at the offer as he rubbed the spot he’d slapped, spreading the heat out.

  “You’re going to have to use your words,” he told me. “I’ve been reading and we’ve all been talking, but you haven’t told me exactly what you want from me in something like this.”

  “I don’t want you to do anything you don’t want to do,” I whispered and reached down to cup his face. “But what I do with Ian is I surrender, I let him have the control. It’s nice. He wants to take care of me, and I let him do it. Sometimes, that’s a spanking, other times, it’s teasing me until I’m crying with the need to come. But there’s always bliss, and he’s always there to catch me.”

  He rubbed his stubbly chin against my nipple as I confessed. Some parts of our relationships were always private. But this I could share with him. Because it was what I got from it, what Ian gave to me when I let him. It was always up to me to allow him, and there was a strength and power in that I’d never imagined.

  “I want to give you what you want and what you need,” Jake promised, but there was something else there. Something deeper. An uncertainty? Jake had never sounded uncertain. Not once. But I honed in on that note and curled upward, and he met me halfway and then urged me back before blanketing me on the sofa. I wrapped my legs around him.

  “Jake, you give me what I need. You love me.”

  “I do,” he said, then kissed along my jaw before raising his head as he brought his hands up to cradle my face. “I love you so much. But I never want to let you down. You’ve been going to Bubba for that release when you’re too wound up. You go to Coop when you need comfort because he knows you so well. And you and Archie have been clinging so tightly to each other ever since that asshole dropped that bomb on both of you. They love you too and they take care of you, I just worry sometimes I’m not doing enough.”

  “You are Jake,” I whispered, sinking my fingers into his hair. If he was cupping my face to keep his gaze on mine, then I gripped his hair so he couldn’t slide away. “You protect me all the time. I am so safe with you. You’re teaching me to fight and to be stronger on my own, but I know I don’t have to be. I know you’ll protect me. You, Jake. I love them, but none of them are you. If you want me to submit to you and to surrender, you have it. You have me.”

  I could almost taste the wonder in how he sucked in a breath.

  “You can ask me for anything, and I’d do my best to give it to you. If I’ve been ignoring you—”

  “No, Baby Girl, shh, no.” He pressed his lips to mine with each word, kissing me as though trying to soothe a hurt. “You haven’t. This is me being awake at four in the morning and I want to give you the world, but I don’t want to smother you. Sometimes, I don’t know what it is you need, and I never want to clip your wings. Never again.”

  I bit down on his lower lip and then laved the hurt before kissing him fiercely and trying to pour all of the complicated feelings into it. Yes, I needed the others. I needed them all. We worked, we were home, and I wanted to be that for each of them fiercely. Never did I want them to doubt that. None of them should ever feel a moment of doubt, but if they did…then I wanted to chase it away.

  When he took control of the kiss and then dominated my mouth, I let out a little sound that echoed his groan as he ground his dick against me. A laugh bubbled up as I remembered grinding on each other that very first time, but there was something else I could show him. At my gentle nudge to his shoulders, he lifted upward and pulled back as I squirmed out from under him.

  Only after I was standing did I shed my shirt and then pushed my panties down my legs. Turning away, I went to my knees and pulled my hair around to bare my left shoulder. “You’re a part of me, remember?”

  The heat of his hand tracing my tattoo made me shiver, and then he pressed a kiss to it and I closed my eyes. “I remember, you don’t have to prove anything to me.”

  “And you never have to prove anything to me.” Head bowed, I settled my hands on my thighs. “I’m yours, Jake. I’m all of yours.”

  He let out a little groan and gripped my shoulders gently as he pressed another kiss to my throat. Everywhere his stubble rasped, the burn prickled my skin. It would leave redness behind, but right now, I craved every mark he would give me.

  “Let me have you?” he whispered against my throat, and I smiled, relief and desire combining to turn me to putty against him.

  “All of me,” I promised. “Anything you want.”

  He nipped my throat, and maybe I shouldn’t have been so open with the offer, but I had zero regret. Nothing they could ask me for would be too much. If Jake wanted to be who I needed, I wanted to be who he needed. He moved me back to the sofa and urged me to lean against the cushions with a pillow beneath my knees and another under my hips. It had my ass jutting out, and with my legs spread, it allowed him an unimpeded view.

  He stroked a hand over my back and then over my ass and back up again.

  “Don’t move,” he murmured before leaving a kiss on my shoulder over the tattoo again and vanishing from behind me. I closed my eyes and relaxed into the cushions, even with the cooler air blowing on me and leaving me a little chilled. I wasn’t in a hurry. I meant it when I said I trusted them.

  He didn’t keep me waiting long. He ran his hands up and down my back, massaging and soothing. I swore muscles I hadn’t even realized were tensed unlocked, and I melted down against the sofa. Then he landed a crisp slap against one ass cheek, and heat flared through my whole system. Then another. The spanks came in an uneven rhythm, never quite letting me anticipate when it was coming. He’d massage the heat, spread it out, and then land it again. Lips pressed against my shoulder as a lubed finger teased my ass and began to press past the ring of muscle.

  He eased a hand between me and the cushion so he could trace his fingers around my clit as he worked a second finger into my ass, and then there was another slap and my whole body vibrated.

  Three hands.

  Jake didn’t have three hands. He pinched my clit though, and an orgasm hit me out of nowhere as another hand landed against my ass. This time, the spanking felt far more familiar and it pushed, the sting and the heat and my body softening to all of it as tears slid down my cheeks and gasps broke from me.

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��So good for us, Angel,” Ian crooned, and I swore I melted. Jake had three fingers stretching me, even as he toyed with my pussy, and I was soaking my thighs. “Such a good girl.”

  Jake had gotten Ian, and I let out a little sigh as he massaged my ass, then Jake pulled back and eased his fingers out. The familiar snap of a condom rippled over me, and when I would have lifted my head, Ian closed his hand on my nape.

  “Condoms for ass play today, Angel,” Ian murmured against my ear. “Keep your hands where they are and stay loose for him. Jake wants to have your ass first, but we’re all suiting up for that so we keep your pussy nice and safe.”

  They were all planning to have my ass today. Oh, a shudder rippled up and down my spine. Oh yes please. I swore wetness slicked my thighs and I wanted to rub them together, but I didn’t dare.

  “Do you remember the word to use if it gets to be too much?” Ian asked, and I shivered again.

  “Yes. Stop.”

  “That’s right, just that one word, and everything stops until we know what you need.” Another kiss. Then something soft passed over my eyes as he lifted my head. With gentle thumbs, he swiped away the tears. “You ready for more, Angel?”

  I grinned. “Yes please, Sir Ian.” He nipped my earlobe. “And yes, please, Sir Jake.”

  There was a soft chuckle behind me, followed by a, “Fuck that’s hot.”

  “Can you take more here?” Ian asked as he rubbed his hand over my ass. It was definitely warm, but not remotely sore.

  “Yes, please.”

  “Good girl, count them out for me… We’re going to ten.”

  Okay, a dizzy part of my brain tried to focus on the numbers as he started. The first two were so light, they barely stung. He more rubbed his hand and then slapped.

  “Three…” A little heavier, there was more of a sting, but he rubbed it away until the heat was sinking into my bones.

  “Four, five, six…” Alternated from one cheek to the other in rapid succession. I swore every strike pushed my nipples against the upholstery of the sofa. It was soft and harsh and teasing, and I was so sensitive to every touch.

  “Seven.” The strike changed, and that distant part of my mind recognized Jake as he cupped his hand with the slap. It robbed the sting and left only the heat.

  “Eight, nine…” I was on fire now, and the heat in my ass was a real thing, just this side of not fun, and despite the tears soaking my blindfold, I didn’t want it to stop. “Ten.”

  I barely got the last syllable out, and then Jake pushed into me. The tip of his cock was past the ring of muscle and pressing deeper into me, and I let out a cry. The rub of his hips to my stinging ass and the way he filled me shredded me in the most delicious ways. I let go and just rode those sensations.

  Rarely had they done the ass play without someone sinking into my pussy at the same time. It had been almost wholly reserved to Jake and Coop, but Ian had been testing it some, and Archie often played with my ass, even if he hadn’t taken it yet.

  A shiver.

  Today.

  Those thoughts scattered as Jake found a rhythm that rocked me and sent me spiraling in ways I couldn’t imagine. I clawed at the sofa as he chased his release and pushed me toward another one. The tension coiling inside of me grew tighter and tighter. I needed… He shifted the angle, and suddenly, I saw stars. Oh, even with the stretch, or maybe because of the stretch, I came on a scream.

  I swore I floated there, aware of Jake as he collapsed against my sweaty back, kissing and teasing along my shoulders. Words of praise tickled my ears, but all I heard were the voices of the men I loved.

  “Angel,” Ian murmured as he cupped my face and turned me toward him. I tried to open my eyes, but it didn’t matter. The blindfold blocked everything. “You back with us?”

  “Hi,” I said, and I slurred the word, but oh, I felt so good and so loose.

  “There she is. You good, Angel? We have more we can do. We’ve been planning this for a few days.”

  More?

  Dazzled, I sucked the finger he brushed against my lips. Oh, that wasn’t Ian. Archie. The callouses on his thumbs as he stroked my jaw, they were so familiar.

  “You don’t always like to share,” I whispered. He had been experimenting, but Archie had his own reservations. I didn’t want anyone to be uncomfortable. I was floating back down to earth almost gently, not falling. Maybe because there were now three sets of hands on me, rubbing and soothing.

  We also weren’t in the living room anymore. There was a soft comforter beneath my back. A lazy kiss pressed against my abdomen, then a little gentle suck like someone leaving a hickey. He ruined the effect with a bit of a raspberry at the end, and a laugh bubbled up through me.

  Coop.

  They were all here.

  “Birthday girl gets what she wants,” Archie said.

  “And we talked about it, Baby Girl,” Jake continued.

  “All of us,” Coop supplied. “We figured some things out. Everyone’s on board.”

  Relief threaded through me, but what about Ian?

  “I don’t know that we’ll do this all the time, Angel, but your birthday is definitely the one time where we can shower you with everything.”

  That lazy spark of lust rekindled as he cupped my cheek and then kissed me, softly and gently.

  “Does that sound good to the birthday girl?” That last question had me shuddering.

  I went with the only answer I had for this. “I’m yours.”

  “This stays on,” Ian told me. “I want you to focus on what you’re feeling and your pleasure. Not us. Let us give that to you.”

  This time, I did rub my legs together, but a warm hand pressed between my thighs. “Fuck, you’re soaked, babe. Already ready for our dicks, aren’t you? You get as much as you want, as often as you want. We’re going to fuck you until you see stars.”

  I was already seeing them, but when he pushed my thighs apart and replaced his hand with his mouth, I arched upward. The lick and nip of his tongue and teeth was so fucking welcome as he devoured me like his favorite treat. A mouth claimed mine, even as I cried out, and another mouth locked over one of my nipples.

  Fuck, the overload of sensory data had me straining against Archie’s mouth, even as he kept me pinned with his hands. My own were trapped above my head, shackled in a warm grip that kept me still. I didn’t even try to fight the orgasm as it hit me, screaming into the kiss and flexing my thighs as everything in me bucked.

  They gave me a few seconds of reprieve as they moved around me, and then a cock brushed my lips and I opened to him immediately. I’d know Coop anywhere. I knew they wanted me to have the blindfold on to just concentrate on what I was feeling, but how could I not know them? A hand on my thigh pressed it up until my foot rested on a shoulder, and then a cock pushed into me with a rock of his hips.

  Archie.

  He lifted my other leg until they were both against his chest, and he hugged them as he fucked me at an angle and with a rhythm that struck sparks with every push. Coop gripped my hair as I swallowed around his cock. It was hard to focus on one or the other. I wanted them both. Someone sucked my fingers into their lips and lapped at them, and it was another sensation and I couldn’t keep up. I relaxed my jaw, and Coop pressed deeper as I arched my hips to meet Archie’s rhythm.

  When someone began to tease my nipples, thumbing them, then squeezing, I spasmed. I clamped down on Archie, even as I tried to swallow Coop’s cock into my throat. He let out an abrupt shout and came. It sounded like a surprise to him, and I fought not to choke on it as he whispered, “Sorry, sorry.”

  Then he pulled out, and I arched again as Archie’s thrusts kept shoving me up and over, not quite letting me come down, and I swore my darkened vision utterly whitened out when he gave a shout and heat flooded into me. I was boneless and floating. There was soft laughter and stroking hands on me.

  I thought I might have fallen asleep, because I woke to find Ian checking my eyes and a low light on. Oh, w
e were in the master bedroom, some part of my brain belatedly recognized. Ian said something but I didn’t quite catch it, and then Archie was bundling me into his lap. Oh, I’d been in Ian’s. He held a glass of water up for me to drink, and I drained it down. I was so thirsty, and my throat was so dry.

  Coop sat at the end of the bed, and Jake stood next to it. They were both gloriously naked. Ian crossed from the bathroom with another glass of water, and so was he.

  “Take it easy,” he cautioned. “You fainted, so we may have to go a little slower.”

  I fainted?

  Holy shit.

  “I totally rocked your world, babe,” Archie said against my ear, his voice smug and pleased.

  I laughed and stretched. Someone had bundled me into a blanket, and I loved the hugging, but I was getting hot. “I can take more,” I whispered, because man, was my voice hoarse. I didn’t know if it was from the sex screaming or the singing the night before. Maybe both.

  “Oh, you’re getting more, Baby Girl,” Jake promised me.

  “We have all weekend, Angel,” Ian said with a slow grin. “And we’re not going anywhere.”

  Okay, I could legit die happy right now. When Archie pressed the new glass of water into my hands, I took it and then shivered at all the hot gazes on me. Definitely the best birthday ever.

  Chapter Twenty-Seven

  Start the Day off Right

  The guys hadn’t been kidding about extending my birthday to the whole weekend, and I lost track of how many times I’d come. It had grown so intense at times, that they had to seriously push me to make it happen, and they took up that challenge willingly. There were breaks—oh thank fuck we had breaks—usually to ply me with food and water.

  I ended up fainting a couple more times. Coop was so damn pleased with himself when he was the next one to knock me out. It was impossible to be irritated with any of them for anything, even when they got smug. They joked with each other, they teased each other, but mostly, they spent their time alternating between driving me absolutely mad and taking care of me.