Blacke and Blue

by Fiona Blackthorne

  “Put your hands on my legs,” he ordered between gritted teeth. Damn, if he didn’t desire her so much, dominating her would be so much easier. The sight of his little minx, with hot water splattering and spilling down her body, was enough to make any man want to forgo the preliminaries and sink himself inside of her.

  She rested her hands on the tops of his thighs and opened her mouth to speak.

  “Not a word,” he reminded her, biting her neck teasingly. “You are not to move your hands. You are not to touch yourself or me. If you disobey, I will stop. Do you understand? Nod.”

  She nodded, and the rise and fall of her breasts with her breath showed him just how excited she was getting from all this.

  He rubbed his fingers on a bar of soap and began to play with her nipples with his slick fingers. He felt his calluses catch and glide over her stiffening little peaks, and she squealed and jerked against him.

  “You’re strong for such a little thing,” he said with a chuckle, easily tightening his grasp around her waist, and hoisted her up to stand on the balls of her feet.

  He relentlessly toyed with her nipples until she let out a loud, frustrated, “Gaaah!”

  “Careful, babe,” he murmured wickedly. “That was almost a word.”

  “Mmmmmh!” She didn’t need words to convey her anger and arousal. He got the message loud and clear.

  The water had washed the soap from his fingers, and he drew an agonizingly slow line down to her folds, where he slipped his fingers between her flesh and inside her pussy. He crooked his fingers, reaching for that place that would have her begging to be filled, even as it made her yearn for a climax.

  “You’re wetter than water,” he observed, feeling very close to losing his patience at the sensation of her warm, wet insides. Still, he circled and crooked his fingers, pulling at her from the inside. She writhed like a captive, sexy mermaid against him, and the smooth rolling of his cock between her ass cheeks was not helping anything in terms of holding back on his need for her.

  His drew his fingers out, bringing them to slowly stroke, tug, pull, and gently pinch her clit in a steadily building rhythm until she was thrashing wildly. Her body stiffened, and she was screaming, “Oh God! Oh my God! Oh God, I can’t…Oh…Oh my God!”

  Ian didn’t waste time waiting for her to come down from the high of her orgasm. He hefted her up into his arms and turned to push her against the shower wall. She blindly wrapped her legs around his waist, still shuddering and whimpering from her climax.

  Sweet Jesus, the moment he plunged into her still-clenching pussy was like having sex for the first time again. It was the sweetest, scariest, most amazing feeling ever. It was like her pussy was pulling his cock into her with every spasm of echoed pleasure.

  “Damn, baby,” he grunted, keeping her balanced on him with one arm around her waist and grabbing her wrists with his other hand and pinning them against the wall above her head.

  This was an excellent position, he decided, as he bent his head to suck on her nipples and lick around her breasts. She shied and made wordless noises of astonishment and need. He’d have to remember this position and perhaps experiment, often, on ways to improve it.

  His mouth moved from her breasts to her throat, and he latched onto the sweetest little spot where her neck curved into her shoulder. He alternated between biting and sucking hard, falling into pace with his pumping hips. Damn, she was hot honey and wine. His cock was twitching and aching, building to the telltale throbs that would signal his release.

  “Oh my God,” she exclaimed, struggling against his grip on her hands. “It’s happening again. Oh God, again! I don’t know if I can…”

  He refused to let go of her and instead picked up the pace, slamming his cock into her until she shrieked and bucked with pleasure. The clenching of her pussy in ecstasy brought on his, and the mixture of stroking and clutching along his shaft had him exploding inside her.

  Panting, water pouring over them, he sought her lips in a devouring kiss before gently setting her down. She limply leaned against him, and he leaned back against the wall so they could both rest easily. He loved being able to take her in his arms afterwards like this, holding her, stroking her wet hair, and kissing her temple, just feeling her warm, soft body against his.

  “You were a bad girl,” he teased, swatting her ass lightly. “You said all kinds of words.”

  “Whatever,” she grumbled. “I worked up a sweat and need to shower again.”

  “Oh, really?”

  “Not like that! I need soap.”

  “I can use soap on your body if you need.”

  “Not that way!”

  “You’re assuming the worst-case scenario, here, baby.”

  “You’re jumping to conclusions about what I want, McDade.”

  “Well, Agent Blacke, it’s hard to ignore the evidence of a beautiful, wet, naked woman in my arms. We have to fit the theory to the facts.”

  “Ass.”

  “I thought we’d wait ’til we get to the bed for that part.”

  “Rinse off and get out. I’m going to scrub down again. Alone.”

  Ian laughed and slipped his fingers into her pussy, teasing that needy place and reminding her just how empty she was now without his cock inside her.

  “We’ll be waiting,” he breathed into her ear. “I have some new interrogation techniques I want to try out.”

  “This is police coercion,” she gasped against his lips.

  “Damn straight, baby. Damn straight.”

  With a low chuckle that promised trouble, he stepped out of the shower and left her panting and leaning against the wall.

  Coercion? If it meant she’d stay, he’d bring out the cuffs and throw away the key.

  Chapter 30

  Trisha stayed in the shower until the hot water ran out, and she refused to feel guilty about it.

  First of all, there was the matter of recovering from mind-blowing sex with Ian. It was so different than the way she had been with Ger, but just as amazing. Ger made her feel feminine and precious, idolized and worshipped like a princess. He teased out her softness and vulnerability.

  Ian did, too, but in a wholly different way. He tackled her head-on, challenging her authority and control, just like he did when they were working together. He made surrender exciting, and well, very, very rewarding. He respected her as much as Ger did, and that made her feel safe in allowing him to grapple with her and dominate her. She felt just as feminine and just as desired. If Ger held the key to her shy softness, Ian had the handcuffs for her secret wantonness.

  Toweling off was almost painful. Her skin was still so sensitive from lovemaking that she almost set herself off again. She dried her hair quickly, a thing she normally wouldn’t do, but she had been so cold for so long the past few days, she didn’t want to risk getting sick because of going to bed with wet hair and getting a chill. Flying sucked when you were sick.

  Flying.

  She was flying out the day after tomorrow. She had been in Blue Moon for five days, and it would be seven by the time she left. If she left. But she had to leave.

  She loved Ian and Ger. She could admit that to herself now. No, she didn’t know them as well as she would like to, but she would trust them with her life, and almost more importantly, with her heart. They trusted her with their hearts, too, and suddenly, she felt the weight of her decisions weigh three times as heavy on her.

  Getting to know them better as individuals would come with time as they built a relationship together. That was the problem, though. How were they going to build a relationship together? She lived in Washington, D.C., and traveled for work all the time, literally all the time. Ian was clearly tied to Blue Moon and Elkville through his job. Ger might be able to travel seasonally since carpentry slowed down in the winter, but she would miss Ian. Uneven time together might even lead to resentment and the relationship falling apart.

  She was frowning to herself as she wandered into the bedroom. She started
and looked up as Ger was immediately right next to her, wrapping her in a thick, soft blanket.

  “Don’t get cold, love,” he said, picking her up and carrying her over to the bed, gently setting her down in the middle of it.

  Ian pulled back the covers and helped tuck her in underneath them, taking the opportunity to tweak a nipple softly, making her catch her breath.

  “You guys,” she protested. “You don’t need to carry me around and tuck me in. I’m a grown woman.”

  “Didn’t we just talk about this downstairs?” Ian asked Ger in mock confusion.

  Ger frowned, though his eyes shone with mischief as he mused, “I believe we did, though it’s hard to believe she’s forgotten that conversation already.”

  “Feds always have short-term memory problems,” Ian replied with an exaggerated sigh. “Always looking to take control of every situation, too.”

  “Sounds pushy,” Ger observed ruefully, getting into bed and under the covers on the other side of Trisha.

  “Yeah,” Ian agreed. “Sometimes, we have to take them down a peg or two. Show them who’s really in charge.”

  “Do you think Agent Blacke would benefit from that?”

  “Hmmm, it’s worth a try, don’t you think?”

  “Definitely.”

  “Uh, guys,” Trisha piped up, amused, aroused, and a little worried by their banter. “You’re scaring me. Do I need to remind you that this is a federal investigation?”

  “This is an investigation?” Ger said, eyebrows going up in surprise. “Ian, did you hear that? It’s an investigation.”

  “Wow,” Ian replied, slipping one of his hands under the covers and lazily caressing the inside of Trisha’s thigh. “I guess we had better help. Our job is to serve and protect, after all.”

  “Maybe we should look for clues,” Ger suggested, stroking his fingers down her throat and teasingly circling the weight of her breast.

  Trisha felt her throat go dry and the air in her lungs heat up at their words and touches. How was it she was aroused again? Two phenomenal orgasms in the shower had worn her out and left her limp, like a well-loved stuffed animal. Yet, here she was again, nipples tingling, begging to be played with, and pussy dripping and burning.

  The questions she wanted to ask about their relationship got told to sit down, shut up, and take a number by the desire that now locked in place.

  “The most important thing to do first is to secure the crime scene,” Ian said seriously, jumping out of bed, quickly rummaging through the closet, and returning with two neckties in his hands. He handed one to Ger, who grinned and secured one of her wrists to the headboard while Ian tied up the other. Ger then threw the covers off of her, shoving them to the foot of the bed.

  “Wait a second,” Trisha complained. “When did I go from being the lead investigator to the crime scene?”

  “Was she ever the lead investigator?” Ger asked Ian.

  “Not that I recall.”

  “I thought as much. So what next, now that the crime scene isn’t going to be disturbed?”

  “Well, usually, you take pictures, but we can do that another time. Time is of the essence right now.”

  “Hmmm, interesting protocol.” Ger grinned, and Trisha suddenly wondered if Ger didn’t have a bit of a kinky side as well. If he did, heaven help her, she was in big trouble.

  She tested out the wrist restraints and found that they were secure but not uncomfortably tight. Part of her was nervous, though, at this kind of play. She wanted to explore it and do more, but she felt exposed and more naked than she already was by the fact she couldn’t hide herself at all. She tried to bring her legs together, but Ger and Ian immediately grabbed them and held them even wider apart than they were before. The feeling that left her with was wildly sexy and naughty, even though she could feel the pink of embarrassment still burning in her cheeks.

  “You guys aren’t going to get anywhere without understanding the profile of your perpetrator,” she pointed out, trying to keep her voice from shaking with nerves and desire.

  “We know exactly who the perpetrators are,” Ian said, bending over and running his tongue up the inside of her thigh, stopping just short of her pussy. “This is actually a police cover-up.”

  “We’re planting evidence,” Ger added, leaning in to capture her lips.

  His mouth was soft and supple on hers, his tongue gently plying her lips for entrance. He kept his lips light, not smashing hers, instead teasing and brushing with sweet pressure. Shivers pooled low in her belly, and she yelped into Ger’s kiss as Ian’s mouth kissed another set of lips on her, his tongue more adventurous and demanding.

  There was no letup, not even for air, and she was certain she was drowning in kisses. Her men were literally drinking her in, feasting on her, and worshiping her with their mouths until she felt her pussy contract and a moment later release her nerves to an orgasm that only brought the rest of her body more vividly to life.

  She gulped in uncomfortable bubbles of air as Ger released her mouth and moved to position himself between her legs.

  “Time for the interrogation,” Ian said, his voice low and rough as he lifted her torso off the bed into his arms and began to bite and suck on her nipples.

  “Wait,” Trisha gasped, scrambling for her wits. “How did I go from crime scene to suspect when you’re the perps?”

  Ger grabbed her hips and forcefully thrust into her pussy, the crown of his cock scraping along something deliciously sensitive inside.

  “We’re framing you, love.” He moaned as he swung in and out, over and over. He withdrew, the emptiness making her whine, and even his fingers when he inserted two of them, couldn’t satisfy her now.

  Ian and Ger shifted again, with Ger slipping behind her to sit against the pillows, his hand moving down to her ass to play with her asshole, lubing it with her own honey. Ian lifted her hips again and pushed himself into her, sighing with satisfaction.

  She knew what was coming, and her body was alive with anticipation. Every touch, every tease, every kiss they gave her unwound her more and more, revealing a being of pure desire. She felt Ger shift and heard sounds of a tube cap popping. The cool gel against her ass made her jump, and she clenched, every muscle tightening as Ger’s fingers worked their way into her bottom.

  Ian groaned and said, “Loosen up, baby. You’re way too tight for him to get in and me to last.”

  “Come on, Trisha,” Ger murmured in her ear, now taking her ass and moving it into place over his cock so she could feel the hot tip against her entrance. “Relax. Easy, love.”

  She felt the pinch and bite as her muscles fought to expel him, but both her lovers coached her through breathing and relaxing every inch of the way until Ger was fully inside. Ian thrust in fully as well, and she thought for a moment her head would explode from the sensations of it all.

  “Time to confess, Trisha,” Ian announced, his voice tight and dry.

  “C–confess what?” she had completely lost track of the game because the pleasure was completely overwhelming her.

  “That you love us,” Ger supplied, taking hold of her hips and moving her up and down on his cock while Ian held the back of her head steady and resumed his torment of her nipples.

  “I…I…Didn’t I already say that?” she panted wildly, her words careening into a high-pitched keening when Ger held her now with one hand while the other snuck around to play with her clit.

  He pinched her clit, and Ian bit down on her nipple.

  “Say it again,” Ian ordered, laving her nipple with his tongue.

  “I–I love you,” she gasped, trying to squirm, desperately trying to pull out of the restraints and touch them. Her inability to move was accelerating her climb toward another orgasm, and she was almost afraid of how big this one was going to be.

  “Both of us,” Ger prompted, breathing heavily.

  “I love both of you!” she exclaimed, beginning to writhe as bits and sparks of white started to creep into the corn
ers of her vision.

  “You’re ours,” Ian ground out between gritted teeth.

  “I’m yours! Both of yours!”

  “Forever.” Ger’s voice was strained but stern on that last word.

  Trisha swallowed hard, panting and shivering as she neared her release, needing it and yet recognizing with the small tiny particle of rationality that was still present that she couldn’t make a promise she couldn’t keep.

  “Say it,” Ger commanded, pausing his fingers as Ian and he both stilled.

  “Aaah!” she cried in frustration.

  “Say it and mean it, Trisha,” Ian said, slowly sliding in and out in a sweet torture. Ger’s fingers brushed her clit too lightly for anything more than a shadow of the pleasure she craved.

  “Forever,” Ger repeated.

  “Forever, oh God, forever, please!” Trisha wailed, surrendering to the promise of life, love, and pleasure.

  It happened all at once. Fingers flicking her clit Lips and fingers on her nipples sucking and pinching. Hard, hot thrusts from front and behind.

  Whiteout. Blackout. No sound. Just five throbs of perfect existence.

  Then she was drifting down through her lovers’ completion, their shouts and moans of her name and pleasure abstract sounds.

  She was almost dizzy as her climax seemed to echo endlessly. She was limp, sleepy, happy, and for the first time in days, perfectly clear about what needed to happen.

  She knew now what she had to do.

  After drifting contentedly through Ian’s and Ger’s attentions to her afterwards, she was leaning back on the pillows, clean and warm between them, her hands released from the neckties and her wrists rubbed and soothed. Ger was resting his head on her chest, his arm loosely draped over her waist. She was running her fingers through his hair. Ian lay on his side facing her, his head propped up on his elbow while she held his other hand clasped in hers over her heart.