by Tara Rose
Nash gently turned her around until she faced Ian. “Undress him, Angela.”
“Oh, God…” They were going to kill her with seduction. She wasn’t sure she could take much more. Ian grinned at her like the Cheshire cat as she reached for his shirt and began to unbutton it. Her fingers were shaking, but she managed to get it undone, and then pushed it open to reveal a fine dusting of dark hair covering a muscled chest and a definite six-pack. She was jealous of his ab muscles, and ached to rub her nipples over the hair on his chest.
Nash backed her up until she was sitting between his legs. His erection pressed against her ass, and she moaned. “Button it back up and then take it off him like you mean it, Angela. This isn’t a porno.”
“Nash…please. I’m dying here.”
Ian chuckled and shook his head. Nash turned her sideways, bent her over his left leg, and delivered five stinging blows to each ass cheek. Angela yelled in surprise and pain. When he straightened her up again, he turned her to face him and cupped both breasts in his strong hands.
“Do not mouth off to me again, or we will tie you to a chair and make you watch while we beat off in front of you, and that will be that. No sex, and you’ll have to make yourself come if you want to do it tonight. Do you understand me?”
Chapter Thirteen
Angela swallowed hard. She’d never admit this, but she was more turned on now by his unanticipated spanking and his command than she’d been while undressing Ian. “Yes, Sir,” she whispered.
“Good girl.” He turned her around again, and this time when he sat her down, she was on his lap. She could still feel his bulge, pressing against her ass and driving her fucking mad with desire. “Now do what I told you to do.”
Angela buttoned Ian’s shirt and then held his gaze as she unbuttoned it again, slowly this time. His gorgeous green eyes were shining with lust, and she wondered how the hell both of them had this much control. They weren’t human. They couldn’t be. No man had that much willpower.
She brushed her fingers over his nipples and torso before she moved the shirt aside, and this time she asked permission to stand. Nash told her that she could, and she raised up on her tiptoes so that she could rub her breasts over the hair on Ian’s chest, just as she’d fantasized about doing earlier.
Ian groaned deep in his throat, low and sexy, and then he tangled his fingers in her hair and gave it a slight tug. She was ready to explode, but she kept silent as Nash began to massage her sore ass cheeks. When Angela licked Ian’s nipples, she heard Nash whisper something under his breath, but she didn’t try and figure out what it was. She was too busy squeezing her upper thighs together in an effort to bring on her impending climax.
She removed Ian’s shirt and reached for the waistband of his pants. “Sit back down,” said Nash. “And if you try to make yourself come again, I’ll tie you down and flog you, sore ass be damned.”
Heat rose up her neck and face as Ian chuckled. “Yes, Sir.” Angela unzipped Ian’s pants, but she didn’t pull them down yet. Instead she ran her hands over his impressive bulge until he began to squirm. Behind her, Nash continued massaging her ass, and when Angela finally pushed Ian’s pants down to his ankles, Nash reached under and began to play with her soaking wet pussy.
Angela fought to keep from coming, but it was nearly impossible. She suspected he knew that, and a thrill ran through her at the amount of teasing these two had subjected her to. No man had ever spent this much time on foreplay or her pleasure. It was exotic and decadent, and she loved every second of it.
Ian wore red satin boxers, which Angela thought funny in light of Nash’s earlier comment on this not being a porno, but she didn’t say anything. Instead she bent over and fastened her mouth on his dick through the boxers.
“Oh Christ,” he whispered, pulling harder on her hair.
Nash slipped two fingers into her pussy and flicked her clit with the other hand. There was no fucking way she could hold off the orgasm. “Don’t come,” he said in a warning tone.
She was dying. The more she teased Ian’s cock through the fabric, the closer her climax inched. Finally she straightened up. If she got flogged for this, oh well. “Sir…please…I can’t hold it off any longer. Please let me come. Please.”
A look passed between the men over her head, but she didn’t dare turn around. Nash removed his fingers, and Ian removed his from her hair. “Lie down, on your back.”
She turned around and did as Nash asked, her entire body shaking now with need and anticipation. Nash turned her toward them and pulled her hips close to the edge of the bed while Ian pushed a chair over. Nash took a seat and draped her legs over his shoulders, then met her gaze.
Angela moaned at the look of raw lust in them. She tried to remember when she’d been this aroused and couldn’t. She could hardly believe this was happening. She’d never wanted to be fucked so badly in her life.
“This is how hot and ready we want you every single time we play,” he said, brushing his finger over her clit.
She didn’t answer. She couldn’t. He fastened his mouth on her clit and pushed two fingers into her pussy, and she screamed her throat raw as the craziest orgasm she’d ever had crashed over her. The contractions went on and on, even when he pulled his fingers out and stood up.
Angela watched in disbelief as Ian took Nash’s place. The grin on his face sent shivers up and down her spine. Ian licked her wet slit, and each time he flicked his tongue over her clit more contractions started. He kept it up so long that Angela was certain she’d pass out from sheer pleasure. When he finally stood up, Nash handed her a bottle of water and she drank the entire thing.
When she finished, Ian stood in front of her and placed both hands on her head. “I could eat you out all night long, but right now, you’re going to take out my cock and suck it dry.”
She didn’t need to be told twice. She pulled down his boxers and couldn't help her reaction at the sight of his red, thick dick. “Oh, baby…”
Ian chuckled at her words then moaned softly as Angela licked the head, and up and down the shaft. She even licked his balls, which he’d shaved. Ian held her head still, and once she’d taken him into her mouth, he pushed more of his cock inside, but Angela didn’t mind. She’d always loved giving head, and she relaxed her throat muscles so she could just go to town. Ian made satisfied noises in the back of his throat as he fucked her mouth, and when he came, Angela made sure to swallow every delicious drop.
Nash didn’t wait long to step in front of her once Ian was finished. He didn’t ask her to undress him. He merely undid his pants and pushed them down, along with his royal-blue boxers. “I can’t wait any longer. You’re too fucking sexy.”
Angela tore her gaze from his impressive cock to look into his eyes. “Thank you, Sir.” Then she started to lick him the way she’d done to Ian, but Nash tangled his fingers in her hair and tugged it.
“Suck me, Angela. I’m ready to explode.”
His voice was rough and deep, and she was more than happy to give him what he wanted. She swore she could taste how ready he was, and she loved knowing she had that kind of power over him. It didn’t take long for him to come, and once she’d swallowed every drop, he pulled out and knelt in front of her, pulling her close. “Thank you,” he whispered. “For everything.”
She didn’t know how to react. It seemed out of character for Nash to do that, but she wasn’t going to complain. “Thank you, Sir.”
When Nash released her embrace, he shed the rest of his clothing. Ian had already stepped out of his pants and boxers. Nash asked her to follow him and Ian, and instead of going back into the sitting room, as she’d assumed they were going to do, he led her to another door that, when he opened it, revealed the most elaborate bathroom she’d ever seen. He motioned her in ahead of them, and Angela stood in the center of the room with her mouth open while she tried to absorb everything she saw.
The walls were tiled in dark, soothing colors, and the countertops were marble.
If he had designed this himself, he could easily do it for a living. The room looked like something out of a magazine. A glass-enclosed shower with three showerheads had been built into one wall, and a tub that was large enough to fit all three of them, at the very least, was nestled into an alcove. Windows lined three sides of it, overlooking the woods.
Nash opened a drawer in the cabinets and took out large pillars and candleholders, then lit them and placed them on the countertop. He opened the shower door and turned on the spray, and then he held out his hand and grinned at Angela. “Let’s go. Ian and I are going to let you wash us.”
How could she pass that up? She stepped inside, followed by Ian, and Nash pulled her into his arms and kissed her. Angela didn’t think she’d ever get tired of the way he kissed. His hands stroked her back and hair, and she was amazed when his dick grew hard again. Every single time she and Brett had had sex, once he’d come, that was it for the night. Angela had the feeling that would never happen to her again with these two.
Nash released the kiss and backed her up under the water. She closed her eyes and let it spill over her body, washing away what little was left of her doubts and fears. No matter what happened after tonight, her life would never be the same again, and she’d have absolutely no regrets about anything she’d done with him and Ian.
Ian joined them and pulled Angela into a rough embrace, kissing her with what felt like desperation in the way he held her close and moved his lips and tongue over hers. He was hard again as well, and Angela wondered if they’d be able to get condoms on over their wet cocks. That thought forced a giggle from her throat.
Ian released the kiss and gave her a look of incredulity, then turned her around and smacked her ass cheeks, hard. “Why do I get laughed at, but Nash doesn’t?”
“I wasn’t laughing at you, Sir.” She was trying hard to keep the giggles at bay, but they still threatened under the surface. “A silly thought popped into my head. I’m sorry.”
He turned her to face him, and she sighed as her gaze roamed over him. He was seriously one of the sexiest men she’d ever seen. How could this be real? “Okay, but why do silly thoughts pop into your head when I’m kissing you, but not when Nash does it?”
“Seriously, dude?” asked Nash, rubbing his dick against Angela’s left hip. “You’re getting all jealous on her now?”
“I’m sorry, Ian. I really am. I was just wondering how you two were going to get condoms on your dicks if they were wet, and I started laughing. I wasn’t laughing at you. I swear it. Please forgive me.”
Ian’s grin was instantaneous, and Angela breathed a sigh of relief. “What makes you think we’re going to need them?”
Oh…what a brat!
Nash chuckled and moved behind her, and then rubbed his dick against her back. “Yeah, Angela. You’re assuming a lot here, aren’t you?”
Ian was still grinning, and she knew they were teasing, but she felt foolish for having said anything. Ian watched her face carefully for a few seconds, and then he moved her from under the spray and onto his lap, as he took a seat on one of the built-in benches along the walls. He cupped her face in his hands. “Angela, we’re kidding. Honestly, we are. Can’t you tell how much fun we’re having? This night isn’t over.” He nuzzled her neck, and she shivered. “I will fuck that delicious pussy of yours. That’s a promise.”
Nash sat next to Ian. “Tell me something, Angela. When you and Brett experimented, as you called it, did you also make love each time?”
“Yes. Always. But once it was over, it was over, if you know what I mean.” She had no idea why she’d told him that. Something happened to her brain when she looked into Nash’s eyes and heard his voice. She had an uncontrollable urge to tell him her deepest, darkest secrets and say the first thing that popped into her mind without filtering it.
“Angela, I don’t usually do this, but I’m going to share something with you because I want you to understand how much this means to me. Come here.”
Ian released her and she crawled onto Nash’s lap. He leaned close to her ear and whispered. “This is the most fun I’ve had with a woman in a very, very, very long time. Okay?”
She stared into those gorgeous blue eyes, and something shifted deep in her soul. This was a man she could fall in love with if she wasn’t careful. That could not happen. Not with either of them.
She’d had enough of that bullshit with Brett, and it just wasn’t for her. If she fell in love with a man, he’d hurt her because he could. Her emotions were too raw when she felt that strongly about someone. It was best not to let one get that far under her skin. “Thank you, Nash. I mean Sir. Shit. I called Ian by his name, too. I’m sorry. My brain feels like oatmeal right now.”
“Then stop thinking.” Nash placed her on her feet and pulled her back under the spray. “Don’t analyze it. Just enjoy it. And go ahead and call us by our names if that makes it easier for you to relax.”
He handed her a bottle of shower gel. “Our bodies are yours, Angela. Use your imagination. We spent over an hour making you so ready to come it wasn’t even a challenge for me to push you over the edge. Do the same thing to us. You have our permission to torture us in any way you see fit.”
Chapter Fourteen
Angela motioned Ian over until he stood next to Nash. She squirted a generous amount of shower gel into her palm, and inhaled the woodsy scent. No frou-frou flowery scents in Nash’s bathroom. This was all dominant alpha male. She was about to lather up Nash’s chest, but instead she grasped her own breasts, throwing back her head and moaning deep in her throat as she covered them with the shower gel.
Both men laughed. “All right, Angela,” said Ian. “You’ve made your point. Now stop being such a brat and do what we told you to do.” He glanced around and took a wooden bath brush off the wall, smacking it against his palm. “Unless of course you’d like to know what this feels like on your sore and puffy ass.”
Part of her did want to know, but she also wanted to touch their bodies and watch them grow hot for her. And she wanted their dicks inside her pussy in the worst way. “Yes, Sir.” She poured more shower gel into her hands and began to soap up their torsos, alternating. It was so damn hot having both men standing so close to each other, and watching their dicks jump and twitch as she played with their nipples and moved her hands lower and lower over their abdomens, but never quite touching their cocks.
Her pussy was aching with the need to be filled. Her clit throbbed and her nipples hummed. Nash and Ian both tangled their fingers in her hair and tugged gently, and the more they moaned and made satisfied noises, the greater her arousal became. If only they’d agree not to use condoms, she’d turn around and beg them both to fuck her, right against the wall. Should she tell them she’d been on the pill for years?
When she filled her hands with more shower gel and knelt in front of them, lathering their muscled thighs and reaching around to soap their firm ass cheeks, Nash swore softly under his breath and Ian tugged her hair so hard she let out a soft yelp.
“You win, Angela,” he said. “I can’t take any more. Stand up.”
She did, holding his gaze. “Sir, may I tell you both something?”
“Whatever.” Ian’s voice was rough and sexy, and a shiver ran up and down Angela’s spine.
“I’m on the pill. I have been for years. Just thought you’d both like to know.”
Nash blinked a few times as though he wasn’t quite sure where he was. “Why didn’t you say anything earlier?”
“I don’t know. I guess I wasn’t sure that I should. I’m sorry.”
“No apology necessary. Are you all right with us not using condoms, then? We still would for anal sex though.”
Angela moaned softly. “Yes, Sir. I’m fine with that, if you both are.”
Ian pumped a fist in the air, and Angela stifled a giggle at the look on his face. “Bonus. Turn around, Angela.”
“Oh God…” She did as he asked and was rewarded with a couple of halfhearted
smacks on her ass with the bath brush he was still holding. She heard it clatter on the tile floor, and then Ian’s lips were nuzzling her neck while his cock teased the crack of her ass. Angela moaned loudly and pushed her hips against him, her desire spiraling out of control. There wasn’t anything she’d deny these two right now.
“Bend over.” Ian’s voice forced another loud moan from her as she leaned forward and tried to grip the wall, but it was too slippery and she nearly fell.
Almost as if he’d read her mind, Nash stepped between her and the wall and bent her over again, holding onto her. “I won’t let you fall, love.”
Angela could hardly breathe, although she wasn’t sure if that was because Ian was now stroking her pussy from behind, or because Nash had called her “love.” Either way, she was about to get fucked by both of these incredibly sexy men, and she’d never been this excited about sex. Never.
Ian slid his dick into her pussy from behind, and Angela screamed as the contractions started. He wasn’t even all the way in. “Sir…I’m going to come…permission…please….”
Nash chuckled. “He can’t answer you right now, Angela. You have permission.”
“Thank you,” she whispered. Ian thrust inside her so slowly that Angela actually grew dizzy as the orgasm washed over her, sweet and intense. Ian reached underneath and flicked her clit with each torturous pass, and when his thrusting increased, Angela hung on to Nash’s arms tightly, knowing if he let go she’d fall to the floor.
Her pussy was already sore, but she didn’t care. Ian fucked her like he’d never do so again, and still Angela’s climax went on. She could barely take a full breath. This was more incredible than anything she could have ever imagined. When he pulled out, she knew he hadn’t come yet. Nash straightened her up and Ian took his place.