by Calista Fox
That should have alarmed her. Rather, a scintillating edge crept in on her.
She had only a general idea of what Tristan had up his sleeve this evening. He liked ties and toys. He’d wanted to experiment on Liv when the three of them had gotten together—and she’d been more than happy to oblige, handing over her vibrator at one point. Reaping the benefit from Tristan’s active imagination.
Of course, she’d likely have to exercise her library voice this evening when he made her come, so that she didn’t fill the marina with her cries of euphoria. Hopefully, the sultry music would drown out the moans.
Tristan eased to his knees in front of her and rummaged around in a bag Liv hadn’t noticed previously, extracting a dark-blue silk sash.
She clamped down on her instantly trembling lower lip. She shouldn’t be so elated over being at his mercy, considering all that remained unresolved amongst them. Yet she had first-hand knowledge that Tristan’s light bondage fetish had nothing to do with pain, little to do with control over her, and plenty to do with pleasure.
He said, “Lean back, hands on the cushion.”
His commanding tone excited her even more.
She flattened her palms on the padding, slightly behind her hips. Tristan surprised her by pulling the wide strip of silk through a wooden slat between the cushions, wrapping it around one of her wrists, and tying it with a bow. He collected a second sash and did the same with the other wrist.
Liv’s breathing kicked up, as did her pulse.
“Spread your legs,” he said in a gruff voice, his own excitement ratcheting.
She followed his bidding and he raised her leg so that her foot rested on the bench seating. He secured her ankle, then tied the other one to a metal loop on the floor, close to the half-wall.
She was spread wide open, offering Tristan easy access to her.
All the while Nate quietly watched, slowly popping the button of his tuxedo pants and sliding the zipper down its track.
Liv was practically dripping with anticipation—and the delicious sight of Nate.
Distracting her, Tristan propped a pillow against the ledge behind her, at the same level as the top of the tub, so she could lean back comfortably.
“Are you going to blindfold me?” she asked, breathless. Tristan had said that was another fantasy of his.
“Not tonight,” he told her. “I want you to watch what I do to you.”
Her inner walls clenched as the throbbing began deep in her core.
His hands skimmed over the tops of her bare thighs, his thumbs sweeping along the insides. Then they grazed her folds, rubbing back and forth. The anticipation mounted.
God, she wanted him. Needed him.
Needed them both.
She squirmed restlessly as Tristan continued to caress her dewy flesh. He had to know he drove her wild with his slow seduction.
“Tristan,” she muttered, a quiet plea.
His head dipped and his tongue flicked over her clit. Heat flooded her veins.
“Oh, God, yes.” She panted harshly, her heart rate instantly spiking.
His touch was electric, and with a skilled, fluttery motion, his tongue teased the sensitive knot between her legs. Her pulse soared. He eased his finger into her wet depths and a raspy moan leapt from low in her throat.
“Yes,” she urged. “Make me come.”
He worked a second finger in and pumped feverishly. Liv’s head fell back on the pillow and she closed her eyes, letting all the thrilling sensations rush through her. She raised her hips and pressed herself against his mouth
He suckled her clit and she bit back a cry.
“That’s so good,” she whispered. “So damn hot.”
Her eyes opened and she gazed down at Tristan, watching as he’d requested. His mouth on her was a wicked sight. Her hips jerked upward, a silent craving for more. Her fingers itched to plow through his silky hair, holding him to her until she’d gotten everything she wanted from him.
The yearning to touch him was a powerful one, but Liv was even more enticed by the bindings restraining her, keeping her open to him.
He continued to suckle enthusiastically as he fingered her. Her pelvis gyrated as he pushed her right to the precipice.
“Yes,” she insisted. “Just like that, Tristan. Oh, my God. Just like that.”
The tension pulled tight within her and then the erotic sensations erupted and Liv squeaked out a whimper that really wanted to be a roar as she came on a frenzy of heat and moisture.
“Christ,” she said, breathing heavily. “That is so incredibly good.”
Tristan’s head lifted. “Don’t be so quiet.”
“We’re outside.”
“You do realize how big this yacht is and how far away we are from the marina?”
He had a point, except . . . “Nate has a crew.”
“They can’t hear you,” Tristan reiterated. “Trust me.”
“Always,” Liv said.
With a sinful glint in his eyes, Tristan told her, “I’m not done.”
Of course not. He had amazing opening-act material, but Liv knew he had more in store for her. And she also knew that Nate would join in at just the right moment to double her pleasure.
That thought intensified the pulsating in her pussy to a more incessant, greedy cadence.
Tristan reached into the goody bag and pulled out two small peacock feathers with tiny clamps attached to them.
Inquisitively, Liv eyed what looked to be dangly earrings as he tested each one on the pad of his finger, made an adjustment, then returned his attention to her.
“What are those?” she asked.
“Nipple clamps.”
“Oh!” Liv gasped, a bit shocked. Definitely an unexpected addition to his repertoire. “Not so sure about those . . .”
She writhed against the silk ties at her wrists.
Tristan made a soft chastising noise. “They’re not that harsh, and you know I wouldn’t have bought them if I didn’t think you could handle this. We never got around to this part.”
“Tristan—” Her gaze snapped to his stepbrother. “Nate! Those are going to hurt.”
“Just a little pinch,” Nate said in his low, sexy tone. “They’ll keep your nipples hard.”
“You can keep my nipples hard,” she told him. “Or you,” she said to Tristan. “No accessories needed.”
“My hands are going to be full.” Tristan’s expression turned downright sizzling.
Taunting her. Tempting her.
Still . . .
“Tristan,” Liv said again in protest.
“Shh. I haven’t done anything yet.” He moved in closer and his tongue curled around the taut center of her breast, toying with it. He suckled, then his teeth scraped over the peak and her hips bucked in response.
With his finger and thumb, he rolled her nipple, pebbling it tighter.
“Ready?” His warm breath teased her skin and made her shiver.
A peculiar err slipped from her parted lips. Not quite a no, not quite a yes.
Eagerness tinged his chuckle. “I’ll be careful.” He tenderly attached the clamp.
Liv gasped from the bite, but she’d barely pulled in a breath when the smarting turned into a titillating tingle.
“Okay?” he asked as he watched her succumb to the foreign sensation that turned the pulsating within her to a full-blown ache. A needy, desperate one.
“Ohhhh . . .” she sighed. “Yes. Definitely, yes.” Warmth flooded her cheeks at her wanton reaction. She could instantly classify nipple clamps as yet another guilty pleasure.
Tristan flashed a triumphant grin before he paid her other nipple the same attention and secured it with the tiny clip. She knew what to expect this time, and the sting didn’t register quite as much because she was anticipating the delicious impending prickle.
Another light gust drifted over the deck. It caused the feathers to brush against Liv’s highly sensitized skin and the clamps to pull ever so slightly o
n the taut centers of her breasts, heightening her arousal.
So, too, did Nate moving in to join them. He propped his knee on the cushion beside her and bent his head to her chest, the very tip of his tongue flitting over Liv’s nipple. She wanted to scream from the flaming sensations instantly raging through her.
Her inner muscles clenched. “Tristan,” she whispered, no trace of protest this time. “Do something.”
He rocked back on his heels, still feasting on her, devouring her with a look. His jaw tightened. In that instant, Liv saw something very dark and powerful grip him.
She did more than make him hot. She was confined to this deck and spread wide for him. She was fully exposed. Primed for him. Ready for him.
And in his eyes, she caught his unmistakable need—to possess her.
The hard angles of his sculpted face told Liv that something more animalistic and innate drove him—like never before, like nothing they’d experienced before. Pleasure certainly fringed his motivations, but his sudden territorial nature was a dominant force, and she got the distinct impression he intended to own her. Completely, mercilessly.
The way Nate had numerous times with his more aggressive nature.
She couldn’t pull in a full breath. Tristan’s sudden raw intensity was riveting—and had her crazed with anticipation.
Their gazes locked and she was mesmerized. The primitive heat and desire flaring in his eyes made it impossible for her to remain focused on anything other than his obvious mounting passion—which she longed for him to unleash on her.
“Fuck me,” she said.
Nate shifted off of the bench seat as Tristan toed off his shoes and shucked his pants, boxer briefs, and socks. Now he was gloriously naked and she was even wetter than before.
She’d shared intimate moments with Nate days before. Now Liv wanted her time with Tristan.
Before she had both of them.
Nate seemed to innately understand this and didn’t intervene. Tristan sheathed himself with a condom and then he was between her parted legs, one knee alongside her hip. One of his hands gripped the ledge behind her head, the other cupped her ass. He sank into her and Liv cried out, no longer caring who the hell heard her.
He felt positively sinful. Thick and full and so damn hard.
His shaft glided along her slick walls and he grunted savagely. Fucked her feverishly. Just the way she liked it.
“Yes,” Liv ground out. “Harder.” Her spine arched, thrusting her breasts upward. His tongue flicked over her nipple the way Nate’s had and the combination of that and the clamps added to the erotic sensations he elicited with his quick, forceful plunging deep into her.
Liv thought she’d come again, instantly. But she clung to the orgasm this time, letting it build and build.
He filled her completely, hitting that perfect spot that took her breath away.
“Tristan.” She moved with him, her hips undulating, her pussy clenching, working him while he did the same to her.
The exhilaration and heat collided and Liv cried out once more as the climax ripped through her.
She thrashed against her restraints, wanting to grip his rock-hard biceps and dig her nails into his solid muscle. At the same time, it excited her to have absolutely no control over what he did to her.
He was just as frenzied. His hips jerked and he thrust deeper until he let out a carnal growl and came inside her, pulsing and surging . . . and setting Liv off again.
“Liv,” he said on a sharp slice of air. “Oh, fuck. God, you feel so damn good!”
And he kept her soaring . . .
Chapter Eight
Endless minutes ticked by before Tristan withdrew from her. Liv still couldn’t breathe properly and her brain had practically exploded with the powerful orgasms he’d delivered.
Nate swooped in to unbind her and remove the little clips that had her nipples harder than she’d ever dreamed possible. He scooped her limp and boneless body into his strong arms and carried her to the bed. She settled in the middle of it, no doubt a deliriously sappy smile on her face.
Nate stripped off the rest of his clothes and stretched out on the luxurious duvet alongside her. She shifted, moving toward him and sprawling across his gorgeous body. Her lips grazed his as she added, “You haven’t kissed me tonight in that red-hot, sizzling way of yours.”
“Figured Tristan deserved his time with you.”
She smiled against Nate’s lips. “I do adore that you two know how to share.”
“Stepbrothers,” he murmured, then pressed a hand to the back of her head and sealed his mouth to hers.
Liv returned his kiss with equal fervor, their tongues twisting and tangling. Her hand skated down his corrugated abs and slipped inside his briefs. Her fingers curled around the base of his cock and she pumped slowly.
Nate broke the kiss and said, “Watching Tristan make you come got me so fucking hard.”
“You’re still so fucking hard,” she teased.
He kissed her again as she continued to stroke him. Then his hands gripped her hips and he hauled her all the way on top of him. She straddled his lap, released him, and he thrust up into her.
He held her firmly as he plunged into her with quick, assertive movements that had her panting and gasping.
Tristan rolled toward her and engaged her in a sexy kiss. His fingertips grazed along her spine in a tantalizing touch to her tailbone. Then he caressed the cleft of her ass before circling her opening where she and Nate were joined.
When Tristan’s finger was covered with her cream, he pressed into the tiny hole of her anus.
Liv ripped her mouth from his and cried out. Nate’s hips bucked more forcefully and her nails dug into his pecs. Her excitement escalated, reached the boiling point, and erupted.
“Oh, God, Nate!”
The climax roared through her. Nate didn’t let up.
Tristan withdrew his finger and sheathed himself once again. Then he was behind her and nudging carefully into her so that they both filled her.
Liv remembered the exquisite sensation of having her two lovers take her; Tristan gently and Nate determinedly. It was the ultimate combination. The most incredible stimulation imaginable. As she rushed toward orgasm again, she felt them inching closer and closer to the edge as well.
Nate said, “You’re so damn tight and wet. I really . . . Christ . . . I can’t . . . damn it.”
“Come inside her,” Tristan urged. “Do it.”
She squeezed Nate’s cock, milking it, while also tightening around Tristan’s.
“Oh, fuck, Liv,” Tristan mumbled. “Jesus.”
Liv felt them both, so thick and throbbing. Then their bodies convulsed, almost in unison. And they let go.
Liv screamed as Nate’s hot seed flooded her pussy. Both men pushed in farther, prolonging their orgasms—and hers.
Until Liv collapsed on top of Nate. Exhausted, but so very sated . . .
* * *
Nate wrapped a towel low around his hips and stepped out onto the deck. He admired the view while thinking about how things were falling so smoothly into place for him and Tristan. The business connections they’d begun making before they’d even returned to Bayfront were helping to successfully position them for this move, and their relationship with Liv was certainly heating up.
His thoughts stayed on her as she joined him at the railing, after blow-drying her hair following their tidying up. She wore his shirt—he caught the hint of his cologne as her arms encircled his waist from behind him.
Liv’s soft lips and warm breath swept over his skin as she whispered against his neck, “I think you might have overdone it with the Ariana in terms of a guilty pleasure but I have to confess that mammoth shower is perfect for the three of us. I was getting some wicked ideas of how all those showerheads and jets might come in handy.”
“Then I’ll have to hang onto the ship a bit longer.”
“Were you considering selling? You said you’d only had her a few
months.”
“Bit of a conundrum,” Nate mumbled.
Liv had been right when she’d joked about the vessel being surreally ostentatious—in some respects that had actually been the point. In others . . . Well. He could have settled on a boat a third this size and still have had enough room for suites and offices for him, Tristan, and their parents when they visited. And maintained ample amenities.
Nate told her, “Tristan and I started making a fresh batch of rounds with in-person meetings just a while back, and the notion of sailing from coast to coast appealed to us both. We started in New York, cruised our way down the Keys and to the west . . . eventually rounded the Baja Peninsula and came up the Pacific to Bayfront. Not exactly the quickest mode of transportation for networking, I’ll admit, but we have a chartered helicopter company on retainer and we’ve been able to entertain more easily and stay longer whenever necessary at larger ports where we could have a greater outreach.”
“Beats the hell out of hotel life,” she mused.
“Very true. The Ariana offers much more personal accommodations for us—and our guests.”
“I bet you’ve impressed a lot of people along the way.”
Nate couldn’t dispute that. But a different thought preyed on his mind. While London had been an ideal choice for D/R Communications’ international headquarters, Nate and Tristan had harbored the dream and desire to return to California—with evidence of their success.
Nate wasn’t above noting that having the Ariana sail into the marina was a bit of a “screw you” to the nemeses of their past. Except . . . now that he and Tristan were here, finding common ground with the crowd they’d never imagined fitting in with, and Liv was so elated to see them and obviously enjoying being with them, different thoughts churned in his head as to why he’d purchased this particular ship. Why he’d engaged in playing the my dick is bigger than your dick game when it came to the bragging rights associated with the megayacht—as Liv had unwittingly pointed out that day at the club.
In truth, the ship meant more to him than proving he’d “made it.” Rather, the Ariana represented Nate’s embrace of a sense of unconventionality that had forever been innate to him, but which had been stifled by the push-and-pull of wanting to be like the other kids, or other college students, or other businessmen . . . while knowing deep down that he’d always be a square peg in a world that was round.