Satisfied in his mastery, he pulled back, then thrust in. And did it over and over, faster and faster. He accompanied each thrust with a jerk on her breasts, fingers and mouth pinching and sucking her nipples hard. And with a plunge of his fingers inside her, reaming her sphincter or pushing deep and brutal. Relentlessly, remorselessly, he pounded into her.
Lost to herself, nearing panic, Felicity fought. She pushed at Wes’s head, at his shoulder. It was as useless as fighting off a feral tiger. He ignored her, driving her higher until she was keening, until she was arching in devastating pleasure, until her hands weren’t pushing at him but grasping, clutching. Until she screamed and rocked into a cataclysmic orgasm, wracking, convulsing, flying.
Silently, like it was nothing to him, he bowed his head into her breastbone and thrust once more, emptying himself into her. She felt it, the hot, deep spurts of him, soothing and electrifying all at once. Despite all that had gone before, she savored that intimate, symbolic exchange of the self.
As she settled into it, rent, spent, he lifted away. He stood, still between her legs, still the master. He’d done nothing more than unzip to let his cock out. Reversing that action now, he adjusted to tuck himself back into his jeans and re-zip. Completely clothed, entirely dominant, he looked down at her. She knew what he saw—her body laid low, chafed and reddened by his rough treatment, the evidence of his taking shining at her cunt, bare to him by the splaying of her legs.
He reached a hand out and suddenly there was a beer bottle in it—his own, or one handed to him by a buddy, she didn’t know. But he watched her, still surveying, displaying his dominion, as he emptied it down his throat. He lowered his arm and let the bottle drop from his fingers to the floor. Then his gaze left hers, briefly acknowledging his friends on the couch, and he walked away.
* * * *
Jesus H.
Andy locked down every muscle in his body, everything he could control. Which didn’t include the throbbing beast that was his cock. No, it strained against his shorts, begging for mercy.
He also couldn’t control his gaze, which was lasered onto that fucking gorgeous female body that Wes had just left there for the taking.
Andy had never seen anything like it. Felicity’s wild abandonment, her unbelievably erotic yielding to Wes’s public lovemaking, her surrender to explosive sexual bliss.
He loved her. He thought he’d probably loved her since the first moment he watched her take Junie into her arms. It had only taken a while for him to admit it.
Ri and Wes had already seen it. No way would they miss what it would mean to him to see a woman who was sane, who had a natural, spontaneous, competent maternal instinct, take his daughter into her heart, just like it was meant. They knew.
It didn’t fucking even matter that she was stunning and hot and breathtakingly sexual. Didn’t fucking matter.
It was killing him that he couldn’t have her. Wouldn’t have her.
He couldn’t screw up with Juniper. Period. He’d screwed up bad before, and he wasn’t going to goddam do it again.
The mistake he’d made with Ellen had nearly cost Juniper her life. It was a sad ugly truth, one he couldn’t share with Jean, one he hadn’t even shared with his two best friends.
He’d even hidden it from the police.
The fact was, Ellen had meant for Junie to die with her. She’d filled a tub, then slit her wrists and taken the baby into the water with her. Somehow, Junie had clung to life. When Andy had gotten home that night, he found Ellen in the tub, already cold. Junie’s tiny fists were wrapped around lanks of Ellen’s hair, just enough to keep her wet head above water.
She whimpered weakly, already cried out. Her little body was chilled through, her diaper and onesie stained pink with Ellen’s blood.
There was nothing he could do for Ellen. But for Juniper, and for Jean, he could hide that ugly truth. So he’d taken his daughter, warmed and bathed her clean in the kitchen sink, and tucked her into her crib, asleep. Then he’d made the hardest calls of his life.
Maybe he should have seen what was in Ellen, but he hadn’t. Whatever radar a man should have to suss out crazy in a woman, he apparently lacked.
Missing a thing like that wasn’t a chance he could take again.
So he held himself still, even as he knew Ri waited, giving him the opportunity to take what everyone thought he should want. What he did want, so badly it slayed him. What he wanted and couldn’t have.
* * * *
There was silence for a long moment, but for the breaths Felicity could hear from the men on the couch. She tried to find herself, made an effort to gather her splintered strength. She couldn’t so much as move a muscle.
Eventually, Reinen rose, taking the need away. He stood and placed himself exactly where Wes had been, right between her legs. She met his dark gaze, the most she could do.
“Here?” he asked.
“No,” she answered. “Please, no.”
At her wish or his own, he leaned over and picked her up. “Come on, then, Red.”
He slung her up, so her head hung over his shoulder and her legs wrapped around his waist. Through his jeans, his cock was hard, and he made no effort to conceal it. He pressed into her, and she knew his jeans were made damp by the moisture of her own desire and the deposit of Wes’s cum.
He moved with her up two flights of stairs to his room. He came down on the bed along with her, and, no different than Wes had done, went only so far as opening his fly to bring his hard cock out. Filling her, he humped into her.
It was different, after all. He pistoned into her, his attention on nothing but a singleminded drive to completion. He didn’t kiss her or touch her. When she gave a little moan, he reached between their bodies and pinched, enclosing her clit between her labia, precluding any stimulation there.
This wasn’t about her pleasure. It was about reasserting his ownership, replacing the cum that had been given her—Wes’s—with his own, and gratifying himself.
Or not so much gratification. He didn’t work to enhance his pleasure either. Like a machine, he pumped into her until he came, a small, business-like orgasm that seemed to leave him unmoved. Except for the satisfaction in his eyes when he lifted up and looked at her.
He’d claimed her as his again. Mission accomplished. He pulled out and went upright on his knees. His muscled chest under his shirt barely lifted with his breath, but his cock still pulsed. It was still thick and long, and gleamed as it hung down, wet with his cum.
Whatever was the game, maybe he thought he’d won. But she’d felt it again—the deep, hot spurts, that elemental giving over of life’s essence. It filled her, thrilled her. Completed her.
Felicity was sure Reinen had kicked the bedroom door closed behind him. But after he lifted up, when he’d had just a few seconds of posturing over her like an entitled lord, Wes spoke from the doorway.
“I figure for round two, it’s time we double-team her.”
Chapter Ten
Reinen turned toward Wes at the door. He made no effort to conceal his cock, and Wes made no effort not to look.
“Or triple-team,” Wes went on. “Where’s Andy?”
“He stayed downstairs.” Once Wes had finished that shameless, provocative, public fuck of Felicity, Reinen had counted several seconds, letting Andy have a chance to toss his hat into the ring if he was going to. Ri knew for sure his wasn’t the only hard cock on that couch.
Andy hadn’t done it, and Ri wasn’t going to wait forever. Wes and Felicity had given them a fucking hell of a show, a strip tease and sex act erotic beyond all belief. His cock was fucking aching, and yet, when he’d stood and moved between her legs, he’d been hit by more.
He’d looked down at her little pussy that had taken such a beating. He’d known both his buddies had nothing to be ashamed of with regard to the size of their dicks, but it wasn’t like he’d seen them at their glory. And Wes had made no show of it, either. He’d tucked right into Fee’s pussy, and her thigh
had covered most of the action. But still, Ri had gotten glimpses. And he could see the ravagement left behind—her little cunt still gaped in the wake of that big cock.
Never in his life would he have anticipated it. And he wouldn’t, even now, ever be likely to say it out loud. But looking at that pussy and seeing the wet smears of Wes’s cum was a freak-all turn on. The idea of sharing Felicity with Wes had gone down easier than he ever would have thought. It had become appealing, even, tantalizing, with its taste of the forbidden, that fine edge of taboo.
Still, this nearly felled him. She was theirs. That pussy was theirs. His buddy had shot his load into her, had filled her with his cum. And it was all there—their woman, their pussy—waiting for more. Waiting for his own cock to do the same thing. Their own little vessel. Their own sex slave.
He nearly howled with it, barely managing to keep his cock in his pants. He’d asked if she wanted him to take her right there and almost didn’t hear her answer over the roar in his ears that was driving him to just have at her.
By the skin of his teeth, he’d managed to haul her upstairs before he sank himself into that sweet cunt. He no longer gave a care about her pleasure. He forbade it, even, clutching her little clit out of the action. His own pleasure wasn’t at issue, either. He didn’t give a damn about a big fucking orgasm. He just thrust himself in, over and over, needing only to prove that cunt was his, like hammering it into stone. Marking his territory.
Nearly beating his chest when it was done, satisfying the beast in him, he’d lifted up to lord his ownership over her. His cock hung down like a stallion’s, spent but unconquered. And he didn’t care a lick that Wes was there, giving it a once-over.
“Double, then. Double penetration,” Wes went with. “Have you fucked her ass? She fucking loves it, you know.”
Reinen’s gaze was back on Felicity, and his cock was rising again, working its way up against gravity. “Yeah. I do know. You mean you want us to fuck her together?”
“Yuh-huh.”
Ri looked back over at Wes. “I don’t have to, like, be gay, or anything?”
“Are you gay, Ri?”
Ri shook his head in the obvious answer.
“Then I don’t think you can be gay.”
Point taken.
He looked down at Felicity, felt that little stir of debauched pleasure to see his own cum trickle now from her cunt. Then at her eyes. “Double penetration,” he mused, gratified that he saw both interest and apprehension. “Sounds good.”
Reinen climbed off the bed and stood, waiting as Wes came shoulder to shoulder with him. Together, watching the fucking siren on the bed, they took their shirts off over their heads. Wes opened up his jeans and, in union, they stripped.
Two big, hard cocks jutted out. Surely, it ought to be enough to please any woman. Enough to make most afraid.
“Got lube?” Wes asked.
* * * *
Felicity shivered. Her imagination had barely been able to encompass loving two men. She hadn’t thought about loving—physically—both of them at the same time. But there they were, those two magnificent cocks pointed at her.
Wes had asked something about lube, and Ri had answered. They spoke further, standing side by side, murmuring as they watched her. Negotiating.
One was going to have her pussy. The other would have her ass.
At the same time. Like that would even be possible. Like either one of them, taking her in either place, didn’t totally fill her up. Like she wasn’t as stretched and distended, as packed as she could be with a single one of their cocks shoved into her.
She moaned, knowing it would happen despite how unlikely it seemed. Excited about it, even, if that little involuntary flex of her body meant anything.
Wes noticed. He nudged Ri. “We got her attention. Let’s move.”
They had some plan worked out. Reinen crawled onto the bed at her side and drew her to him. Facing each other, they locked gazes before he took her mouth. It was intense right away, and Felicity knew that what was about to happen thrilled him as well. He kissed her and tugged at her nipples, and then pulled her left thigh up over his hip. That opened her, and his cock was right there ready for her. He slid in, watching her face, and pumped in and out.
She’d been aware that Wes had moved around the bed. She’d known he was watching and she settled into that knowledge now. Clearly, it was a hot turn-on for them to watch their buddy fuck her, drive her to mindless, helpless oblivion. To see her fall so deeply under their spell that she was insensible, uncaring and unaware, even, of who watched.
And for her, too, knowing that she was watched added an edgy, erotic thrill. The wicked little twist of voyeurism satisfied some dark appetite in her. She loved the power of it, the surety that she stoked a hot desire in the one observing, just by letting him see as she gave herself over to passion.
She nearly growled in satisfaction when she felt Wes move onto the bed behind her. He nuzzled her, his teeth and hot breath along her neck. He ran his fingers down her spine, not the littlest doubt about his intent, his objective.
His fingers found her, and he teased. Right at her anus, he circled and then delved in and then circled again. He didn’t use any lube, so even the smallest penetration chafed and burned. He hooked a finger and tugged, timed to Ri’s thrusts. And then two fingers.
“Umm. Oh.” It was exquisite stimulation, grating and coarse and rough. He tugged harder, stretching her with each thrust Ri made.
“Are you getting her ready?” Ri sounded impatient.
“Working on it. You should see her tight little hole when you shove your cock into her. It opens a little, like it’s begging for more. More cock, right, baby?”
He pushed his fingers in, scissoring, thrusting. “Are you ready, baby? You want it, yeah?”
“Yes.” Shameless, she pled. “Yes. Please.”
“Tell me what you want. Say it.”
She conceded immediately. “Fuck me in the ass, Wes.”
“Double-fuck you.”
“Yes, double-fuck me.”
“You want it.”
“Goddammit, Wes!”
He laughed, the toad, and thrust his fingers—surely that was three—into her. “That’s my girl.”
He used lube finally, pushing a cold shock of it right into her, then easing it around her opening. Then he was there, the big head of his cock pressing in.
“Fuck she’s tight.” Wes didn’t sound like that was a bad thing.
But he was right. She was already stretched so tightly around Reinen. The pressure of Wes’s cock was overwhelming, scary in the way it distended her. “I don’t think—”
“Let up, Ri,” Wes said. “This isn’t going to be easy for her.”
“Just shove in, man. She’d going to have to take it.”
But Reinen held still for a moment, long enough for Wes to take advantage and push his way in. She felt every inch of it, shivering and letting out a small wail.
“That’s it, baby,” Wes crooned.
“That’s fucking hot, man. Fuck her, dude.” That was Reinen. Easy for him to say. “Let’s do this.”
Wes started, a slow stroke out and then back in, such a complete, earthy taking that she shuddered. “Ohh.”
“You’re a fucking cunt, Red. You want all of it, don’t you?”
Ri moved once, in synch with Wes’s thrust, and Felicity wasn’t sure of it. But he pinched her nipples and thrust again, and that was it. She was sandwiched between them, Ri using one hand to hold her thigh and secure her as he fucked into her, Wes doing the same thing by sliding his hand over her hip. Both cocks thrust into her, fully possessing her, driving her crazy. Like a wild animal, she felt reduced to just those two cocks slamming into her. Running on instinct alone, she arched, circling an arm back to clutch Wes, a movement that gave Ri full access to her tits. Before she flew apart, she anchored himself to him, too, grasping his shoulder where that dragon tattoo curled over.
“Ahh. Ahh.” Eve
ry muscle of her body tightened. Her pussy clenched, accepting the wild thrusts as Ri and Wes pounded into her. Her breath came in panting moans, the pitch higher and higher as they drove into her. Wes slid his fingers down to cover her clit, jerking her there so every sexual nerve she owned was stimulated. More than stimulated—shattered.
Rough growls and curses echoed in her scattered mind. Just barely, she could feel their pace quicken and the depth of their thrusts increase. Could feel the rough grasp of their hands on her body. She whimpered or, maybe, screamed—she was beyond knowing which.
Until it all exploded at once. She did scream then, spasming, convulsing. Wes and Ri roared at the same moment, thrusting deep, snarling as they emptied into her. She felt it, deep inside, the hot invasion of their semen. Bursts of warmth that excited and soothed at the same time, fulfilled.
They all three held there, bodies rent, breath coming in gasps. Wes moved first, groaning and falling to his back. She squeaked as he pulled out of her, her tissues now over-sensitized. Reinen seemed to enjoy the thought of it, his eyes glittering as she shuddered. He kissed her, then slipped his own cock out of her—not taking any special care for her condition that she could tell.
“Ow,” she complained.
He kissed her again. “Suck it up, Red. You didn’t think we’d go easy on you, did you?”
But still, as he rolled to his back, he brought her along, cuddling her into his side. He touched his lips to her forehead.
And she touched hers to that dragon. “No, I never thought that.”
Wes rolled enough to drape an arm along her flank. “That was freaking hot, sweetheart.”
She put her hand over his, lacing fingers. “Yes, it was.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Ri said, but he was halfway to sleep.
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