by AM Hartnett
Chapter Six
She narrowed her eyes at Reeve. ‘And here I thought the reason you were so eager to get my clothes off was because you wanted to see how wet I was.’
‘I still do,’ he replied, his lips curving into a smile as he ran his hand over his bulging groin. ‘Don’t look at me like that. You were going to use me and push me out just to get him out of your head.’
‘You don’t know a damn thing about me.’
‘I know more than you could imagine.’
Grace could only shake her head. What have I gotten myself into?
Reeve unzipped himself and pushed his trousers down, and stood before her in nothing but his boxer-briefs. It was criminal how sinful he looked with hard thighs on display. Only minutes ago she would have been on her knees, practically drooling as she pulled the opaque white fabric away from the massive shaft.
Tongue pressed to the roof of her mouth, Grace reached across the keyboard and answered Taureau’s call.
‘It must have been agony for you these past few weeks,’ he said immediately. ‘None of your usual playmates could measure up to what I put in your head, so you went without. It was almost tragic.’
The setting was different. There were no murky shadows behind him. The background was more … homey. A dark curtain tucked away from the window, shuddering in a breeze. An orange glow to the left of him suggested a lamp to the right, washing his bare chest and arm in bronze. His beard was thicker than before, the bristles obscuring the white line of the scar across his neck.
And still, in spite of giving her that split-second glimpse of his entire face, he still kept away from her eyes.
His attention turned from her to Reeve, and his smile appeared in the corner of his mouth she could see. ‘He’s very good. He’s a lot like you: he likes to be watched and manoeuvred.’
‘I never said I liked to be watched. You just happened to be watching me.’
He ignored her. ‘Take out your cock, Reeve.’
Grace stepped in front of the computer, blocking his view of the other man. ‘You don’t get to give orders here tonight. If you want to fuck me, then fuck me, but don’t send another man to live vicariously through. I had plans for tonight, for him, and I don’t intend to change them for you.’ She glanced up at Reeve. ‘Get on the bed, on your back, with your head at the foot.’
Reeve didn’t move from his spot before her. Grace cocked her head.
‘If it makes you feel better, I can give the order to him and he can give it to you, but he’s going to be a little too busy to tell you what to do next.’ She leaned down until she was eye-level with the tiny camera at the top of the screen and spoke to Taureau. ‘I’m going to watch you jerk off while I fuck him.’
‘Jesus,’ she heard Reeve mutter, but turned her gaze to the man on the screen as she straightened up. She flicked the three buttons between her breasts and tugged the hem free of her bunched skirt, then placed her hands on her hips.
She waited, watching Taureau’s chest pulse and his nostrils flare. She couldn’t tell if he was turned on or angry, until he reached forward and the screen shook. He must have had an external camera attached to a laptop, because when the image went still it appeared to be at the edge of the table or desk where he sat. Now she couldn’t see his face but his wide torso and flat belly, and dark boxers tented with his erection.
‘Isn’t that handy?’ She swivelled her laptop towards her bed. ‘No close-ups here. You get the wide angle for this one.’
At Reeve’s chuckle, she glanced over her shoulder.
‘I told you what I wanted from you, and yet you’re still standing. Take your shorts off.’
Grinning, he raised his hands like she was pointing a gun at him. ‘This isn’t exactly how either of us imagined this evening would pan out.’
He could have been talking to her, or he could have been addressing Taureau. No doubt Taureau had expected to mesmerise her once he made contact, to use Reeve as an avatar so he could keep his distance and still live out the fantasies he’d shared with Grace.
It would have been so easy for her, too, she realised, as she watched Reeve push his briefs down. Her thoughts had been so scattered when she first entered the room that she had had no opportunity to appreciate the skin he had revealed by taking off his shirt. Now that he was completely bare for her, she was thrilled to discover he was as just as impressive as she had felt through their clothes, his chest and arms hard and gym-hewn, his penis a long pink column that stood away from his balls once he flopped onto his back into the position she had demanded.
She stripped her blouse over her head and turned back to the screen. ‘Now, you. Take your cock out for me.’
Without a word, Taureau lifted his hips and shoved his boxers to mid-thigh.
The sight of his hand wrapped around that veined length with that shine of precome oozing from the tip was astonishingly more arousing than the flesh-and-blood man behind her. As though he could sense it, he reached off-camera and brought into view a small tube of lubricant. As he squeezed out a drop onto the plum-like head, Grace suppressed a shiver. She reached behind her and fumbled to loosen her skirt until she could push it down.
Dragging her gaze away from the screen was painful, actually physically painful, and for a moment she wished Reeve away so she could close her bedroom door and close herself in with Taureau, but she needed her rebellion.
Unhooking her bra as she strode to the edge of the bed, she looked at the reclining figure waiting for her. Like Taureau, Reeve fondled his cock as he watched her delve into her nightstand and pull out a condom. She held it up, not for Reeve but for Taureau to see as a reminder of what was to come, and dropped it next to the bedside lamp. She knelt on the mattress next to his head and reached out to push an errant lock of blond hair off his forehead, then looked at the hand working between his legs.
‘Don’t get too carried away. You’ll be no good to me if you go soft before I’m done.’ She spoke to Reeve but meant it for both of them. Then she straddled his head.
As his tongue slid between the lips of her swollen sex, she looked ahead at the small screen barely two feet away. Taureau pumped his cock against his palm. He must have noticed she had begun to watch him, because he released his grip as if to give her a better look.
Mouthwatering. Inch after inch glistened. The lube smeared across his balls and inner thighs, across his palm and over his fingers.
Grace eased back and Reeve caught her, gripping her ass as he licked upward. She could picture Taureau’s half-smirk as he watched her rock in tune with the hot tongue wriggling between her slick lovelips.
‘That’s good. That’s perfect,’ she murmured, and reached down to grasp a fistful of Reeve’s hair. The vibration of his moan spiralled around her clit, and the throb that accompanied it took her breath away.
She looked towards the camera, moaning as that velvet tongue did its wicked work. Taureau’s pace was slow as he kneaded the length, but the muscles in his abs shuddered with contractions and gave away his excitement. It must have been killing him to stay silent as she reached behind her and drew one of Reeve’s hands forward.
‘You didn’t tell him what I like?’ she asked Taureau, guiding Reeve’s fingers around her clit. ‘Tell him what I like, Jacques.’
His groan sounded muffled coming from the cheap speakers. He slid his hand upwards and lifted his hips, fucking the head into his fist.
‘Finger her while you lick her clit. Get her hungry for your cock.’
She gasped as Reeve slipped one hand between her legs and stroked two fingers in and out. ‘Oh, God, yes, right there.’
Looking down, she found Reeve’s eyes closed and his lashes fluttering. He clearly relished his job, giving himself over completely to eating her pussy without so much as reaching down to give himself a little rub.
Grace left him to it and began rocking over his mouth.
After weeks with only a handful of urgent masturbatory sessions with her vibrator, Gra
ce was so sensitive she quickly felt the first small explosive pulsations in her abdomen. She wanted to prolong the moment, to enjoy every hot ripple that ran through her, but staring at the cock in Taureau’s hand she was struck with the need to be stretched, to be pushed down and fucked hard.
Reeve’s tempo increased to meet hers as she bobbed over him. The pressure of his fingers against her G spot matched the flicking of his tongue on the underside of her clit while he pinched and squeezed the hard bud from above. All the while, Taureau’s pace remained steady. She longed to tell him to jerk his cock faster, to urge him to come with her then and there, but she held it in. She wasn’t done yet. She wanted to be coming around Reeve’s cock when Taureau finally took her over the edge.
‘Oh, fuck,’ she said with a hiss, ‘here it comes. Keep doing that. Just like that.’
With the first throb, she tightened her fingers against Reeve’s scalp and ground down against his mouth. She tried to keep her eyes open as long as she could, but as every pulse came faster and faster she was smothered by the cloud of energy they created. She had to close herself off, to block out the night and stop breathing, stop moving, let the pleasure ride through her.
As that last vibration skittered through her, Grace shuddered and let the urgency back in. Reeve’s tongue was licking in and out of her pussy while he ran his hands past her ribs to fondle her breasts. She hung her head back, gasping in and out to shake off the lethargy, and stared at the screen.
Nothing had changed. Taureau stroked himself slowly, frustratingly patient as he waited for his turn to come.
She wiped her sweaty brow with the back of her arm and groaned as she swung a leg to dismount. She didn’t look at Reeve as she dropped her feet heavily on the floor. She went back to the dresser and stood before the computer.
‘I’ll give you a choice for what comes next,’ she said, out of breath. ‘Your friend on top, or me.’
‘Neither,’ he said without hesitation. ‘I want him behind you. I want you facing me. I want you watching me jerk off while he does it, and I want to see on your face what he’s doing to you.’
She was so close to waving the white flag, to give him complete direction and enter into a performance with Reeve, but she knew she’d be angry with herself afterwards. She doubted she’d be completely satisfied once this was over. Her body might be sated, but she suspected she’d be just as angry with him as before, maybe more, but at least it wouldn’t drive her mad the way letting him push and pull her body from afar would.
‘All right, but remember, you’re merely an observer here. No orders. Nothing.’
Turning on her heel, she looked at Reeve. He was up on his knees and snapping on the condom. He placed his hands on his hips and looked back at her, waiting for the next act.
A desperate whim came over her, and she knelt in front of him. Surprise showed on his face as she drew him into a hot kiss, but he quickly got the message and tightened his arms around her.
She clung to him as she had in the elevator. Like a succubus, she fed on his strength and energy. It wasn’t just that she needed to feel it, she needed Taureau to see how much she needed it.
She went down, dragging Reeve with her. With his hard, huge cock rubbing between her legs, she moaned around his tongue. She could still taste her own gratification as she sucked his tongue deeper. His muscles went taut, and she felt it whenever he tried to pull away, but she wouldn’t allow it.
He finally won his battle and glanced up past her head, but Grace pulled him back down.
‘Look at me, not at him.’ She drew her legs up and writhed as the head plugged her. Inch after glorious inch stretched her until he had filled her.
Grace closed her eyes, quaking as he withdrew just as slowly. For just a few blessed moments, as shivers danced through her, as her pussy throbbed around his rigid shaft rubbing against her G spot, she was able to forget the man on the computer screen who had made her life so thrilling and agonising all at once.
Until he spoke.
‘Turn her over.’
Grace growled as Reeve pulled out. ‘I told you to keep quiet.’
‘You told me to observe. Then give me something to observe other than the top of your heads.’
He sounded genuinely annoyed. Grace was tickled that for once he had lost that tempered tone. Even when he had spoken to her cruelly, his voice had been so controlled. She had to bite down on her smile as Reeve slipped his hands underneath her and rolled her onto her stomach.
Her merriment was fleeting as Reeve took the initiative. He dragged her back until her thighs were flush with his, then pushed at the centre of her back. Hands and knees. Ass up. Pussy opened up.
Grace turned her attention to the laptop and moaned as Reeve slid deep.
Taureau was moving, shifting in his seat as the climax of his scheme approached. She watched him squeeze out another dollop of lube, then smear it down his dick. Reeve rested his hands on her ass and delved for a few slow, exploratory strokes. It was as though they were synchronising now, with Reeve pacing himself as Taureau got close.
She wondered how many times Reeve had done this for Taureau before. She wondered if there had ever been a time when Taureau got the real live show, if he’d ever been close enough to smell the sweat and sex coming off his living dolls. She wondered no more as Reeve clamped down and withdrew until only the tip remained.
Taureau closed his fist around the head, squeezing so that only the mouthwatering tip poked out between his thumb and forefinger.
As she watched him, her inner walls shuddered around Reeve’s cock, making demands of the thick thing that corked her. Breathless, Grace braced herself for what the sudden tension in the man behind her promised.
Reeve dug his fingers into the pliant apples beneath his hands and shoved hard, hard enough to drive her forward. She cried out, grasped the edge of the bedding and bunched it in her fists as he fucked her hard. With every thrust she felt the slap of his balls on her wet pussy, his lightly furred belly against her ass. She answered his sharp grunt with her own.
It was how she had wanted him to take her as she led him into her bedroom, and it was how she had imagined Taureau would take her if ever given the chance.
If she’d closed her eyes, she could have imagined it, but she was captivated by what was before her. The scene in the computer screen turned as sordid as the one that must have been playing on his. Taureau jerked his cock at a pace to match Reeve’s thrusts, and his other hand moved about his own body – cupping his balls, rubbing across his belly or his chest, or going flat on his thigh. The sounds he made, those stunted, strangled groans, matched the delirious sobs that Reeve’s powerful thrusts drove from Grace’s lips.
She bucked against him until he grasped her hips and starting pulling and pushing her over his dick.
Taureau spread his legs and hunched low in his seat. She knew what he was going to do even before he did it, and she knew why. A spark of victory ran through her as he squirted lube into his palm and rubbed his hands together, then closed both around his erection. He pushed up, fucking the tight opening he had created.
Words frothed over her tongue. ‘Tell him how it feels to go deep in my pussy, Reeve.’
His cock twitched and he lurched forward with a curse. He spluttered through it and gushed, ‘Like a fucking glove. Christ, like a fucking glove.’
‘Show me,’ Taureau growled. ‘Let me see.’
Reeve groaned, his only complaint thus far, and manoeuvred her into the most traditional position possible, head to headboard and on her back. Before she could push up, she was posed for Taureau, spread open before the computer.
Relenting, Grace dragged the pillows beneath her head as Reeve moved to her side. He didn’t resume fucking her, not at first. Instead he drew the leg closest to him as far as it would go and rubbed his fingers along her passage. She moved with him and watched Taureau’s reaction. His jerking motion slowed and he answered her groan with his own.
‘Hey,’
she hissed at Reeve. ‘No one likes a show-off.’
‘Yes, ma’am.’
He dived between her legs, then slipped his hands under her knees and pushed. He spread her out as far as she could go, then eased down with his hands flat on either side of her. The crook of her knees rested across his biceps. She was completely open and completely his for the taking.
‘Help me out here, will you?’ he whispered, and glanced between them with a grin. She reached down and grasped his cock. He was still in her hand when he began to push where she had guided him, and it all began again.
Grace grasped the pillow over her head as he pumped her. Beyond his shoulder she could see Taureau still mimicking the act with his hands; against her ear, Reeve began to whisper to her.
‘Is this how you like to be fucked?’ His voice was a breathless purr, spurring her on as he went balls deep every time.
‘Oh, God, yes, hard like this,’ she moaned, her eyes fixed on Taureau’s dark cock gliding through slippery flesh.
‘Harder?’
Reeve rocked his hips forward and backward, his pace slowing but his thrusts becoming almost painful in their force.
She relinquished her hold on the pillows and grasped his hips. She didn’t take her eyes off the screen as she shook her head. ‘Yes – like that, yes – don’t stop.’
Reeve purred against her ear as he lifted his hips and slowly, torturously fucked her.
Taureau’s sharp intake of breath reached her, a moan following in its wake. Reeve jutted his hips and picked up his pace and once again brought that wicked friction against her core.
‘Right there, keep hitting it right there.’ She pushed out on a series of hard breaths as her pussy grew hotter, wetter. She wondered if Taureau was recording this, if he would watch it again, over and over, and match his thrusts to Reeve’s then as he did now.
The image on the screen blurred as Taureau bucked up, just as Reeve thrust up into her. Both men, one between her legs and one painfully far away, were unrelenting. She caught fire. She was trapped mind and body, by Reeve’s body, by the shaky image of Taureau working his cock. She longed to strike out, but there was nowhere to go, nothing to do but burn.