by Roz Lee
Grateful for the shadow he stood in, he looked his fill, and found the strength to give his sub the pleasure she deserved. In giving her pleasure, he would find his own. It had always been that way between them. Drew didn’t understand Celeste’s need to submit in the bedroom, but he did. She was a strong woman. Not many females could have held up under the strain of the missions they’d conducted over the years and remained sane. Submitting in the bedroom was her way of balancing her life. Strong and decisive in the real world, she needed her man to be take over for her in the bedroom, free her from making decisions, allowing her to concentrate on just feeling. He understood that. He gave her what she needed, and in so doing, found more pleasure than he had ever imagined for himself.
Every time she slid into subspace at his hands, she gave him a priceless gift, her trust. He’d never betray it. Her pleasure was his pleasure.
He sucked her breasts, moving from one to the other. It was one of his favorite pastimes, but tonight the clock was ticking. They had the rest of their lives together. There would be plenty of time for her breasts later. Perhaps he’d devote an entire day to each one. His mind shot off in that direction, envisioning how he could amuse himself, and Celeste, for an extended period of time.
Focus. Sean jerked his mind to the present. He didn’t know how much time he had, but it couldn’t be much, unless he was wrong. Perhaps Drew wasn’t coming, but he’d bet his life on his friend coming to check on Celeste.
Celeste begged silently as Sean’s mouth did wickedly delicious things to her breasts. She needed him. Now. She wiggled her hips and he took the hint, or perhaps it amused him, and he decided to take what he wanted. Either way, Celeste let out an appreciative sigh as his fingers slid between her thighs, found her throbbing, wet center and opened her.
He guided her down, holding her hips so she slowly lowered, taking him inside one pulsing inch at a time. She stretched to take all of him inside. When at last she settled over him, her hands still bound and wrapped behind his neck, he reached behind him and released his cumber bund. His shirt fell open. He draped the cumber bund across their joined bodies and began to work at his cuff links. Celeste took the time to admire the play of muscles in his chest and abdomen. Her fingers itched to touch him, glide her hands over the planes of his body both to satisfy her own hunger, as well as to bring him pleasure.
She smiled at his struggle with the cuff links, one he wasn’t going to win. “Ah, fuck it,” he muttered and aborted the mission.
“Let me, Sir.” Celeste lifted her arms and Sean stopped her before she raised them over his head.
“Leave it.”
“As you wish.”
“Close your eyes.” She did as commanded and Sean tied the cumber bund around her as a makeshift blindfold. He adjusted it, inquired as to her comfort, and then explained, “So you can concentrate on your pleasure. Do you trust me to see to your pleasure?”
“Yes, Sir.”
“I intend to test your trust, sweetheart.” He closed his hands over her hips, anchoring her to him before he flexed his hips and seated himself impossibly further inside her. She gasped at the strength of his thrust. He lifted her, pulled almost all the way out, and brought her down hard on his cock, at the same time thrusting his hips. Their groins met with a slap. Celeste bit her lower lip and held in the groan of delight his forceful intrusion elicited.
He repeated the movement several more times. “You’re mine, Celeste. I’ll take you any way I want.”
“Yes, Sir,” she agreed. She’d thought they had established his dominance, but for some reason, he needed to drive home the point. Celeste didn’t mind.
“You wear my collar. You’ll do as I say.”
“Yes, Sir.” As long as he continued to fill her the way he was now, hot and hard, stroking her toward a pleasure beyond description, she’d do anything he asked.
“Say it, Celeste. Say you’ll do anything I tell you to do.”
“I’ll do anything, Sir. Anything you want.” He lifted her, met her skin to skin with such force his cock nestled against her womb, and then he stilled.
The door opened, and chill air wafted across her flushed skin. Her pulse went on a wild rampage. No. Please Dio, no. It had to be Drew. She knew it on a primal level, knew it from the tension she sensed in Sean’s body. She couldn’t bear for Drew to see them like this. Her heart broke for him. An apology formed on her lips, cut off before it broke free.
“I knew you couldn’t stay away. You had to see for yourself, didn’t you?”
What was he doing? Was he deliberately goading Drew?
“Celeste? Are you okay? Is this what you want?”
Darkness increased her awareness, as she knew Sean had intended. She heard the emotion in Drew’s questions, knew what it cost him to witness her submission to another man. Not just any man, his friend, a man he’d trusted with his life on many occasions.
“Answer him, Celeste.”
“Yes, Drew. This is what I want.”
Silence. Even her heart had stopped beating. She hung her head. Hot tears stung her blinded eyes. Why was Sean doing this to her, to Drew?
“I’ll leave you then. You know I’ll always be there for you.” It wasn’t a question, but a statement of his continued devotion to her.
“I know. I love you, Drew.” She gasped as Sean bucked beneath her, driving his cock hard into her.
“I love you too.”
His shoes made a soft swooshing sound as he turned to leave. Her heart sank. She’d never meant to hurt him this way. She loved him too much for that.
Sean’s voice, low, commanding, made her snap her head up. “Join us.”
Her mouth dropped open, and she strained her ears to hear. Surely, Sean hadn’t invited Drew to. . . . Deprived of sight, her ears detected the subtle sound of Drew’s shoes pivoting on the carpet. In her mind’s eye, she imagined the look on his face, but couldn’t conjure a believable image of Sean’s. Couldn’t fathom what he was thinking, doing. A similar invitation years ago is what had started all of this, and look how that had turned out.
She imagined the look of disbelief that would cross Drew’s face, then the way he would lift his right eyebrow in question.
“One more time, Squid. Let’s give her what she wants, both of us.”
Celeste didn’t breathe, didn’t move. It was as if she was caught in a dream world, half nightmare, half reality. Sightless, her mind filled in the images as his feet closed the distance between them. Air stirred around her and raised goose bumps on her flesh. A blush crept from her toes to the nape of her neck as Drew came closer.
She started as his hand closed over her shoulder. “Do you want this, Celeste?”
Dios en el cielo. God in heaven. Did she want this?
Sean flexed his hips again, gaining her attention.
“Let Drew love you, too.” The same words he’d uttered all those years ago. This was the test he’d mentioned earlier. Did she trust Sean, trust him to know what she needed, to provide for her sexually? Now the blindfold made sense. He didn’t just want her trust – he wanted her blind trust. No questions, only acceptance of his dominion.
She understood it was a command, no matter how softly spoken. She opened her mouth to refuse, then Drew’s hand stroked her back, a plea as subtle as Sean’s command. There was no denying it. She wanted it, wanted both of them to love her, now and forever.
“Yes, I want it. I want you, Drew.”
In her darkened world, she fought away the horrible images from years ago, the hotel room, a mix of western and Middle Eastern décor, the harsh desert sunlight through the sand-etched windows, and the certainty that they’d reached the end. She forced it all away, and replaced it with a new image, the sensual decadence of the stateroom, bathed in the last glorious rays of a watery sunset, a new beginning carried on a warm Caribbean breeze.
She saw Sean as he was, sprawled like a Master, naked but for his shirt, still fastened at his strong wrists, yet gaping open to revea
l his tanned and muscled chest. She leaned forward so her breasts brushed against his heated skin. He was solid, real. An anchor in a world of her dreams, a world where she loved two men, and they loved her back.
Soft wool swept across her skin as Drew straddled the bench behind her. She knew every inch of him, knew the touch of his hand on her shoulder as he steadied himself, and reassured her. He too was solid, real.
Time lost all meaning. Her body functioned on autopilot as she concentrated all her senses on the two men who loved her. She heard the rasp of Drew’s zipper, saw the terrible image she’d held for so long, and replaced it with this new one – Drew looking like a million bucks in his tuxedo, deftly freeing his erection with one hand while he steadied her with the other. She saw his cock, standing proud from his trousers. Ready for her, only her. She knew there was someone else, but for this moment in time, he was hers.
Sean’s hands closed over the twin globes of her ass, lifted and opened her. She buried her face against his shoulder. The stiff fabric of his shirt was cold against her flushed skin. Beneath it, Sean’s hard muscles flexed as he held her open in invitation.
“Celeste?” Drew’s breath next to her ear sent a shiver along her spine. His front, still fully clothed, pressed against her naked back. His cock nudged against her nether hole. Sweet Drew. Even now, poised to enter her, he asked her permission. The contrast between her two loves struck her. Sean would never ask. That she loved two men, so completely different in the way they loved, puzzled her. But she knew what she wanted, what she needed, and Sean did too.
They all needed to erase the memory of what had happened in the desert, replace the desperation with something new, a promise, an affirmation of their love.
“Drew,” she breathed.
He entered her, slow. He stroked her back with one hand as he guided his cock with the other. She knew the concentration that lined his face, knew his love in the touch of his hand, in each murmured word of encouragement. “Easy, darlin’. Relax, let me love you.”
Sean held her ass, prevented her from moving on him, as she wanted to do. His cock throbbed in her pussy as Drew filled her from behind. Drew’s soft words came from above and behind her as Sean nibbled on her neck, hissed in her ear. “Take him in. Take his cock in your ass, sweetheart. You like having us both in you.”
He was right, so very right. She didn’t know how she was going to live without this for the rest of her life, but at least now, it would be a sweet, cherished memory. She thanked God for Sean’s insight, his love and fell headlong into subspace, safe in the arms of both her lovers.
Drew eased his cock into her tight hole. God, she was magnificent. He wanted to yank the blindfold off, release her hands, but this wasn’t for him, it was for Celeste. He had to trust that Sean knew what she needed more than he did. Obviously, she trusted the bastard. Deep down, he knew Sean would never hurt her, but he’d never wanted his women to submit. He much preferred equal partners in the bedroom.
Her skin was heated silk beneath his fingers. Her breathing was shallow and ragged. When he was fully seated in her, Sean moved his hands and the soft globes of her ass closed around his shaft. His balls hung low, almost touching Sean’s where he was seated deep in her pussy. He closed his eyes and used his hands to tell him what she needed. He stroked her back, leaned in close and whispered soothing words in her ear. “You’re so tight, so hot. God, I love being inside you.” It wasn’t long before the muscles in her back relaxed and Drew allowed himself a full breath. Sean flexed his hips and moved inside her. The movement shot lightning through Drew’s cock, all the way to his balls and across the small of his back. Celeste ground against Sean’s cock, and in so doing, drove Drew deeper. He clenched his jaw against the tidal wave of feeling.
It took a few tries before the three of them established a rhythm. In the end, Drew and Sean allowed Celeste to guide them, setting a rocking motion that had the two of them seesawing in and out of her.
Drew wished he’d taken the time to remove his clothes. He wanted to feel her skin against his. As it was, all he had was his hands, and his lips. He used them liberally along her back, kissing, stroking, and memorizing the ridge of her spine and the curve of her nape. It wasn’t enough. He needed to touch her, all of her.
His eyes met Sean’s for the first time since he’d eased his cock in Celeste. He silently asked permission, sliding his hands along her ribcage, to her breasts and slowly caressing the globes. Sean didn’t stop him, so he continued. He held her breasts in his palms, traced their hardened peaks with his thumbs, pinched and tugged her nipples between his thumbs and forefingers. But still, he needed more.
One hand trailed lower, to her neatly trimmed mound. Celeste sucked in a ragged breath and shifted against his hand. Sean reached for her breasts and together they loved her.
Sean slipped his hand around her neck and tilted her head so he could see her face. He had to know he’d made the right decision, that she was enjoying this. Her lips were slightly parted, her jaw tense as she concentrated everything on the two cocks inside her. Yes, he’d understood her need correctly. She was deep in subspace where she forgot about everything but her pleasure.
He hated that she needed Drew, but he loved her, loved her enough to give her whatever she needed to be complete, even if that meant sharing her. Drew had someone else. He knew that too. They’d been through too much together not to be able to sense things like that. That’s why he’d been crazy when Drew had been with Celeste. He was afraid she’d choose Drew, and then be heartbroken when she learned that he wasn’t faithful to her, and only her.
But still, Celeste loved Drew, and she needed his type of loving too. Sean could give her some of what she needed, but he couldn’t be Drew. So there it was. He’d allow her to have the bastard, but he would choose the time, the place, and the method. Perhaps he’d let her have the bastard solo sometime, but Sean would be there, watching, ensuring that Drew gave her pleasure. If the bastard ever took his pleasure and left her wanting, he’d be a dead man.
He read the question in Drew’s eyes and silently acquiesced. This was about what Celeste needed, not what he, or Drew needed. Sean couldn’t care less what Drew needed, but he allowed the bastard’s hands to roam. He kept his eyes on her face as Drew manipulated her breasts. Yes, she liked the way Drew touched her, he saw it in the way she caught her lower lip with her teeth and let her head fall so it rested against Drew’s shoulder.
When Drew’s hand moved south, Sean cursed inwardly. He glanced at Drew’s fingers on her clit. She faltered when Drew touched her, but together they found the rhythm again. Her moans of pleasure were all that kept Sean from ending it. He’d do whatever it took to hear those sounds from her, anything.
Celeste couldn’t believe Sean allowed Drew to touch her breasts. He’d always found such pleasure there. Seeing Drew’s hands on her must be killing him, but she knew he did it for her. She wished she could see them both, touch them. But Sean had decreed otherwise. Not that she couldn’t lift her hands over Sean’s head and remove the makeshift blindfold herself. She could, but she trusted Sean. If he wanted her to see or touch them, he’d remove the restraints himself. Until then, she reveled in the decadence of having two lovers, two magnificent cocks buried in her, filling her, stroking her, loving her.
Drew’s hand wandered lower, found her clit and she lost her concentration. Sean’s hands settled on her hips and helped her reestablish her rhythm. Drew continued to play with her clit, applying, as always, the right amount of pressure at the right time. The tight coil of arousal built layer by layer.
She needed to see her lovers, touch them.
As if Sean could read her mind, he slid the blindfold from her eyes. With gentle hands on her forearms, he lifted her arms over his head and released her hands from his bowtie handcuffs. She blinked her eyes to clear them. Night had fallen, and the only light in the room was from the surveillance monitors at the desk across the room. They lent an irregular, flickering light to the o
therwise dark stateroom. Having been in total darkness for a long while, her eyes adjusted easily to the low light.
She rubbed her wrists, unsure what Sean intended. Drew continued his slow, torturous assault on her clit. Both men rocked against her in the easy rhythm she’d established. She raised questioning eyes to Sean’s.
He smiled. “Touch all you want. Look all you want.”
Celeste returned his smile. “Yes, Sir.”
Her fingers traced his lips, and then she bent to kiss him. He met her halfway, taking her lips in a kiss that warmed her to her toes.
She broke the kiss, gathered one of Sean’s hands in hers, and pressed his palm against her lower abdomen and held it there. With her free hand, she reached over her shoulder, wrapped her fingers around Drew’s nape, and pulled his face over her shoulder. She kissed him as she had Sean, showing him how much she loved him without words.
Then she allowed herself the luxury of touch. She slid her hands along her lover’s legs, one hand on Sean’s bare leg, the other along Drew’s trouser clad one. She explored the muscles of Sean’s chest; let her hand slip to the spot where their bodies joined. She applied pressure to the base of Sean’s cock, earning a deep groan from him.
Drew managed to throw off his suit coat and his shirt. Unlike Sean, he had no trouble with the cufflinks. He pressed his bare chest against her back. She loved the feel of him behind her. She leaned to one side, and her lovers supported her so she could finger the spot where Drew’s body became one with hers. Her head fell back, and Drew covered her lips with his while Sean held her, one hand on her hip, the other on her breast.
She’d never felt anything so wonderful. They filled her with love. These two men loved her enough to do this for her. It was a heady and powerful feeling.
Sean took her chin in his hand and directed her gaze to his. “It’s time sweetheart. Let go for us. Find your pleasure, and let us find ours.”
He was right. It was time. The coil was wound tight and only needed her to release her hold on reality to let it unwind. She pressed close to Sean and Drew leaned close, sandwiching her safely between the two men who she loved more than anything else.