Royally Claimed (The Triple Crown Club Book 2)

by Madison Faye

  We moved, like one, over to the large king-sized bed in the middle of the cabana. I moaned as they pulled me onto the bed, laying me down and kneeling on either side of me. Zane leaned in and kissed me again, fiercely and hungrily, his hands tangling in my hair, and I felt Foster move lower between my lips.

  Suddenly, I gasped at the feel of cold steel against my leg. I jerked away from Zane to see Foster with the knife from earlier in his hands as he grinned hungrily at my panty-covered pussy.

  “Fuck,” he growled, groaning and reaching down to stroke the thick bulge in his shorts. “Guess I was right about them being lacy and expensive.” He glanced up at me. “Time to do what I told you I was gonna do, rich girl.”

  “I’m not—”

  I gasped as he slipped the knife under the edge of my panties and sliced up, shredding them off of me in one clean cut.

  Fuck I wanted this. I wanted everything they wanted to give me, and I wanted to lose myself in this.

  “Ever been with two?” Zane growled into my ear, his hands moving to my breasts again.

  I shook my head. “I— no.”

  “Get ready, sweetheart.”

  I shivered.

  The men pulled back from me, slipping off the bed as they began to pull their shorts down. My eyes went wide.

  Holy shit.

  They’d looked big with shorts on — without, they were downright huge. Two big, thick cocks jutted out from muscled, rippling abs as they climbed back onto the bed.

  Hands moved over me, and I started to lose myself as they both leaned over me, kissing me. I moaned into one mouth as fingers slipped between my soaking wet pussy lips, only to be pulled away and taken by another pair of lips as the fingers slipped inside. I whimpered as hands found my breasts and my ass, squeezing and swatting as fingers curled inside my slick pussy.

  I gasped as I felt fabric move over my wrists, pulling tight. My eyes shot open to see Foster grinning at me. “I did tell you we were going to tie you to the bed.”

  His eyes searched mine, as if making sure this wasn’t too far past my comfort zone. I quickly nodded.

  “Yes, please,” I managed to gasp out.

  His grin got hungrier as he pulled at the fabric — my sarong — looping it over the bar by my headboard and then tying it to my other wrist.

  I felt hands pushing my legs apart, and I moaned as I glanced down to see Zane moving between them. His mouth trailed up my thighs, making me gasp before suddenly, he dove into my center. I cried out as his tongue pushed deep into my pussy, sliding up to tease my clit before delving deep for more.

  Foster moved forward, his hand pumping his big dick as he eased it towards my mouth.

  “Now be a good girl,” he growled.

  I actually got wetter.

  I opened my mouth hungrily, moaning as I felt his big, velvety head slip over my pouty lips. He groaned as he grabbed my hair and started to push into my mouth, his face tight and his lust-hooded eyes fixed on me as I sucked his big cock.

  I whimpered as I felt Zane pull away from my slick pussy, but then I felt him kneel between my legs and groaned. The huge head of his cock nestled against my hot center, teasing me.

  “You ready for two, gorgeous?”

  I whimpered, nodding eagerly, my moans muffled by Foster’s cock between my lips.

  Zane chuckled. “We’re about to fuck you like you’ve never been fucked, sweetheart.”

  He eased forward, and I moaned again as I felt his enormous cock slip between my soft lips and slide inside. My walls gripped at him, and my breath caught in my throat as he pushed in deeper and deeper — deeper than I’d ever felt a man before, until I could feel his balls resting on my ass. He groaned out loud, his hands gripping my waist as he started to pull back, only to bury every inch of himself to the hilt all over again.

  They started to move like that, Zane fucking me with deep, pumping strokes and Foster’s cock pumping in and out of my wet mouth as his hands tangled in my hair. I writhed as they double-teamed me, straining at my bonds and moaning in pleasure as they fucked me from both ends.

  Zane started to move faster, fucking me harder and pushing me deeper onto his buddy’s cock. Foster’s hands moved to my breasts, teasing and pulling at my nipples and sending my body into orbit. The two of them grunted and groaned, hands stroking my body and leaving electric shivers in their wake as they sawed me back and forth.

  “Fuck, man, let’s switch,” Foster finally growled out, pulling from my hungry mouth.

  Zane groaned and moved from between my legs, the two of them swapping. I felt Foster ease his slick cock against my drooling pussy, sliding in with one stroke and making me cry out. Zane’s slick cock moved to my lips, and I hungrily opened my mouth for him. I didn’t care that I could taste myself on him — in fact, the dirtiness of it only sent me higher into orbit.

  Hands stroked me, Foster fucking me hard on one end while Zane groaned with his cock buried in my mouth on the other end. I could feel the wave coming, the orgasm threatening to tear its way out as I lost myself in this totally filthy, totally amazing fantasy come to life.

  I was going to come, and I was going to come hard. Two rough, gorgeous, tattooed men were going to make me come on both their cocks.

  It was so filthy. So wrong. So out of character.

  And so good.

  “Shit, girl, I’m gonna come,” Zane groaned, thrusting his cock deep into my mouth. I only moaned louder, sucking him harder and swirling my tongue over his head. He tossed his head back as he grunted, and I felt his big dick throb in my mouth as spurt after spurt of salty cum filled my mouth.

  It seemed to send Foster into overdrive, and he suddenly grabbed my ass in both his hands, pulling me off the bed and against him as he started to fuck me hard — hard like I’d never been fucked before and hard like I’d never realized I wanted it. He slid in deep, and before I knew it, the wave was crashing over me

  I came with a scream, muffled by Zane’s cock still thrusting between my lips and with Foster burying himself balls-deep inside of me as he roared. He pulled out, his fist pumping his slick cock as rope after rope of sticky cum splashed across my belly and my breasts, dripping between my legs.

  Holy. Shit.

  “Fuck, girl,” Foster groaned, rolling over and dropping to the bed next to me with a heavy breath. Zane grinned as he reached down and undid my hands before easing to the bed on the other side of me.

  “Shit that was good,” he growled, his hand stroking my face as he leaned in and kissed my lips.

  “That was…. That was…” I gasped, almost laughing as I shook my head with a goofy grin. “That was wow.”

  “Not a bad one for the vacation memories, huh?” Foster chuckled stroking my thigh.

  I laughed. “Uh no, not at all.”

  We lay there for another half an hour or so, quietly chatting about nothing, while they both stroked my skin as I came back down from orbit.

  “So, in the fantasy, we just leave after, huh?”

  I turned to look at Foster, biting my lip. “Yeah, I guess so.”

  Truth be told, the fantasy never got to that part. And a strange part of me wanted them to stay, even if I couldn’t imagine what that would mean.

  I suddenly imagined breakfast with Frank and my mother, with these two in tow, and I grinned.

  “We should split,” Zane said quietly as he sat up. He looked down at me, and our eyes locked for a second. “Tonight was amazing, Cassandra,” he said, my name rolling off his tongue in this insanely sexy, exotic way.

  “Fucking out of this world,” Foster whispered into my ear, kissing my neck there and making me shiver as he stood from the bed.

  The men pulled their shorts back on, regrettably hiding those amazing cocks of theirs.

  “And just so you know, we’re disappearing today but, uh, we’re around tomorrow,” Zane said with a small shrug and a grin my way.

  I blushed, pulling a sheet over me as if suddenly modest.

  “Well, m
aybe I’ll see you at the bar again tomorrow.”

  The men grinned, winking at me before turning for the door.

  “We’ll be looking for you,” Foster called over his shoulder.

  And then they were gone.

  Chapter 7

  I poked at eggs benedict, watching the yolk ooze and mix with the hollandaise sauce. I was eating breakfast alone the next day, and I was so thankful for that. The idea of sitting with my mother and Frank after the night I’d had, dodging “oh, what did you do last night?” questions was more than I could even handle. No way I could have survived that without the heated glow in my face giving the whole thing away.

  Or at least without making me look like a stammering weirdo.

  I’d stayed up for an hour or so after Zane and Foster had left, just laying in my bed and glowing about what’d happened. Glowing and freaking out a little, but mostly just sort of letting it all sink in.

  I’d fucked two men. At once. I’d let two gorgeous men tie me to my own bed, cut my panties off, and take me every which way they’d pleased. And more than that? I’d freaking loved it.

  My night had been the single hottest sexual experience of my life. Bar none. In a way, I felt so dirty, and used, and so slutty. But it was a side of me I don’t think I’d ever allowed to come out before. And now that it was?

  Well, I kinda liked it.

  I also wanted to see them again. I knew what the night before was — I knew it’d just been hot, amazing, vacation sex. But that didn’t meant I didn’t want more of it.

  I wanted a lot more of it.

  I spent the day purposely avoiding my work and emails, choosing instead to just relax. I mean, how could I not after the night I’d had? I laid on the beach, I read part of a trashy romance book, and I even had a glass of wine with lunch.

  Perfect.

  But by the time it started to get dark outside, I was hungering for something else, and I knew exactly what it was.

  The beach party was back that night, a little less crazy than it’d been the night before maybe, but the same thumping music, the same hedonistic dancing, and the same flickering lights were back on. I dressed quickly, opting this time for just a bikini top and a different wraparound skirt. After a second of hesitation, I grinned wickedly as I slipped my panties off from beneath it.

  After all, there was no need to beat around the bush this time. I knew, and they knew exactly why I was meeting them tonight, and as hot as it’d been, I didn’t need them cutting all my panties in half.

  Music and swirling bodies surrounded me as I entered the dance area. I slipped through the crowd, my eyes scanning until they landed on them.

  God they looked good.

  They still weren’t wearing damn shirts, and I sure as hell wasn’t complaining. Foster and Zane grinned as they saw me, their eyes flashing something hungry as they stood from their chairs and moved towards me across the dance floor.

  “Hey,” Zane growled, leaning in giving me a lingering kiss on my neck in that spot below my ear that sent a hot throb right through my body. Foster came right in, his hand cupping my jaw as he leaned in and gave me a straight-up Hollywood kiss that sent me reeling and had my panties soaked in a second.

  “Show off,” Zane muttered.

  Foster grinned. “Let’s get a drink.”

  We moved to the bar area and got drinks — tequila, again — and shared a knowing look between all three of us. We chatted a little, but it was clear it was all preliminary stuff. We all knew what we wanted, and I think all three of us were just counting down the minutes until we could run back to my cabana again.

  One drink turned into two, and the both of them started to move closer and closer as the sexy music throbbed over us. I felt a hand on my waist, and another came around to grab my ass as we started to dance and sway, Foster in front of me and Zane grinding against my ass.

  “You two work fast.”

  I was jolted out of my little reverie by a voice. A dark, gruff, baritone voice. I glanced up, and my jaw fell open.

  The man was gorgeous. Dark brown hair, steely blue eyes, chiseled features, and a physique exactly like those of Foster and Zane. And like them, he was shirtless at the beach club, wearing just a pair of shorts and a collection of ink across his hard-packed torso.

  My two guys stopped dancing and turned to the newcomer and for a second, I wondered if they’d get territorial with this new guy stepping into our little circle.

  “Oh, hey man. What’s up?”

  Well, guess not. Zane reached out and clapped the new guy on the back, signaling that they apparently knew each other. God, how did three men this good looking all hang out together?

  The new guy eyed the two of them before his eyes landed on me. His jaw tightened as his eyes very openly drank me, and I blushed.

  “We need to go,” he said gruffly, turning to his two friends.

  Foster frowned. “Chill, Gareth. This is Cassandra.”

  Gareth turned his eyes back to me, letting them dance over every inch of me again. A shiver not unlike the one I’d felt when I’d first met Foster and Zane teased through my body as he grinned hungrily. “Well damn,” he growled.

  I swallowed.

  “So what’s up that you had to come crash?” Zane asked.

  “Boss wanted to talk to you guys about tomorrow. He already gave me the run-down but wants to make sure you’re good to go.”

  Zane groaned. “Shit. Now?”

  “You know how he is.”

  Zane’s brow furrowed as he moved away from me. “Yeah.”

  “Look, Cassandra, we need to jet, actually,” Foster turned to me, frowning.

  “Oh, yeah, that’s fine.”

  “It’s a work thing.”

  “Believe me, I get it.” I smiled at him. “Maybe I’ll see you guys tomorrow night.”

  “Yeah, uh—”

  “Maybe,” Zane finished, looking away before turning back to me. “Look, stay and have a good night.”

  I shrugged. “Nah, maybe I’ll just call it a night.”

  “Don’t quit out on a vacation night cause of us.” Foster grinned as he leaned into me. “Stay. Gareth can keep you company.” He turned to his buddy. “You don’t mind keeping Cassandra company do you?”

  “I can’t imagine how that’d be a problem,” the big, dark-haired, blued-eyed man said with a hungry grin at me.

  “See? All set.” Foster grinned as he leaned close again. “Gareth is our best friend. Trust me, he’s good people. Stay, have a good time.” His hand slipped over my waist to my ass, giving me a little squeeze as he pulled me against him. He kissed me, sucking at my lip and leaving me breathless as he pulled away. Zane pulled me to him, kissing me as well, and I realized I didn’t remotely care how scandalous it must look here at the bar and in front of their friend no less for me to be kissing two different men.

  “Have fun,” he whispered against my lips, winking.

  He and Foster nodded at each other and clapped Gareth on the back before they headed off. The man I’d just met turned back to me.

  “Guess it’s just you and me. Sorry to crash your party.”

  I blushed, thinking of how he’d probably seen me grinding with both his friends like that when he’d walked up. “Oh, it’s fine,” I said quickly, shrugging. “I guess I’ll just take off back to my—”

  “Stay. Let’s dance.”

  My eyes darted back to his, seeing the same grin there I’d seen across both his friends’ faces. He had a kind, if not rugged face, but like his friends, I saw no danger there. My eyes drifted over his hard, chiseled body, across the lines of tattoo ink crisscrossing his arms and chest, including, I realized, the same winged angel in a motorcycle helmet that both his friends had.

  I looked back up at his face to see him grinning. “So do I pass?”

  “Pass what?”

  He chuckled. “The test. I was about to make a crack about you checking me out, but it felt more like a once-over.”

  I smiled.
“Sorry.”

  “Don’t be. I like you looking at me.”

  My face went red. “You guys all have the same tattoo.”

  “Yep.” Gareth shrugged, not giving me anymore answers.

  “What’s it mean?”

  He smiled. “Tell you what. You stay and dance with me, and I might tell you.”

  “You will tell me or you might.”

  “Might.”

  I grinned as he took my hand and started to pull me into the crowd.

  Bodies swirled around us as the music pulsed, and I gasped as I felt Gareth move behind me. His hands went to my hips and pulled me back against him as he started to sway to the beat. I bit my lip, feeling that hard, chiseled body press against my mostly bare back, and feeling something thick in his shorts pressed into my ass.

  The music pulsed deeper and hotter, and slowly, I let go. I let myself drape into him, gasped when his hands slid up and down my sides, and I raised my hands in the air, letting my fingers stream through my hair as I just let go and let myself dance against this third gorgeous man.

  Gareth’s hands got bolder, lingering on my hip, slipping over my ass, and brushing against the sides of my breasts just enough that before long, I was feeling the ache of something warm between my legs. Part of me thought about stepping back, and removing myself from this situation. After all, he may have been insanely hot, and an amazing dancer, and seemingly pushing all of my buttons. And I may have really wanted this to happen. But then, I’d just slept with both his friends the night before.

  But the other part of me rolled it’s eyes at the first. Yeah, I’d had a three-way with two friends. It’s not like I was dating them.

  And I wanted this. Call it adding more fuel to this crazy, totally-not-me vacation-sex thing I’d apparently decided to embark on, but it was there.

  I wanted this, and I wanted him.

  I let myself sink back into Gareth, feeling him growl into my ear as the big bulge in his shorts pressed into my ass. His hands slid up my torso, brushing against my breasts, but this time, they lingered. He seemed to pause, and I found myself nodding as I turned to look up into his eyes. There was something fierce there, something hot and something raw, and I moaned as his hand slowly moved over my breast. I slipped my hand up to his hair as he leaned in, and then he was kissing me hard.