Scarlet

by Tielle St Clare

  Heather’s head rose slowly, not sure she could trust her ears. Did he mean “okay” he was willing to do this? Or “okay” she could just give up and try to find an indestructible wardrobe?

  “What does that mean?” she asked. Her body hummed with a wicked mix of arousal and trepidation. She wanted Paxson and Cain, but she didn’t want either of them to regret it in the morning.

  Moments ago, Pax had had her pressed against the wall, practically making her come, but then he’d pulled back, given them both time to think and now—damn, sometimes she hated being a responsible adult.

  “It means, okay, I’ll do this.”

  The edges of her eyes tightened down. “Don’t sound so enthused.”

  It was Paxson’s turn to smile. He slid his hand down her back and grabbed her ass, pulling her forward, lifting her to her tiptoes and rubbing his hard cock against the vee at the top of her thighs. A wicked shiver zipped into her pussy.

  “Does this feel like I’m not enthused?”

  She shook her head, sure that if she opened her mouth, an embarrassing squeak would escape.

  “Good. Glad that’s settled.”

  Heather jumped, though truly, she couldn’t go far, not with Paxson holding her against his erection. She glared over at Cain who’d appeared by their sides.

  “You’re back.”

  “I’ve been back, but you two looked so hot dry humping against the wall, I decided to join the crowd and watch for a bit.”

  Crowd? Heather glanced around. There wasn’t a crowd now, but that didn’t mean people hadn’t been watching. She’d never been overly shy but damn, she hoped no video of her and Paxson ended up on the web.

  “Maybe we should go.” She wiggled a little, silently telling Pax to let her go. He held on for one more second then slid his hand away, brushing his fingers across the tops of her thighs, just below the curve of her butt. She gasped and glared at Paxson.

  A wickedness she hadn’t been expecting appeared in his eyes and she had a feeling she was in major trouble tonight.

  “Let’s go,” Cain said, grabbing her hand. “Before I have to call security on you two.”

  Cain led the way, pulling Heather behind him. Paxson followed more slowly, definitely looking like the in-control-Dom following his two eager subs.

  The image made her pussy tingle and Heather gripped Cain’s fingers tighter.

  They left the crowded ballroom and walked down the wide hallway to the elevators.

  But in the safety of the ballroom, they were dressed like everyone else. Here, they mixed with everyday people on vacation and Heather began to realize just how short her skirt was. Suddenly, very aware that her panties were showing, she moved close to Cain. Paxson came up behind her.

  The elevator door opened and they walked on. Only one other person followed them into the car and he got off two floors later.

  As soon as the door closed behind him, Cain turned and pushed Heather into the corner, pressing his knee between her thighs, sliding his hand up her waist and cupping her breast through the lifted bra.

  “Cain.” Paxson’s voice rumbled with warning. “There are cameras in these elevators.”

  “I know, so get over here and block them. I want to feel how wet she is.”

  Heather gasped—from the shock of his words and the brush of his fingers along the inside of her thigh. For a moment, she thought Paxson was going to refuse but he glanced up toward the corner then moved close, turning his back to her and blocking her from anyone’s sight. Between him and Cain, she was completely enclosed.

  Cain wasted no time. He slid his fingers beneath the panel of her underwear and dipped into her slit. The delicate touch sent a shock into her pussy.

  “Well?” Paxson demanded.

  “She’s soaking wet.”

  Paxson had his back to her but she could see the tension invade his muscles.

  “She’s definitely ready to be fucked,” Cain murmured as the elevator came to a stop and the doors opened.

  Cain slipped his hand away and grabbed hers, leading her down the hall to her room. She stumbled but Paxson was there to catch her.

  “Heels a bit much?” he drawled.

  She shook her head. “Nope. Knees are weak.”

  Cain held out his hand at the door, taking her card key and letting them into the room. It wasn’t nearly as tidy as it could have been. She’d tried a dozen different versions of this outfit until Cain finally approved of this one.

  But, based on the heat pouring from Cain’s and Paxson’s eyes…they weren’t going to notice the room.

  Cain moved in, pressing her up against the wall and covering her mouth in a kiss, his tongue teasing her lips before plunging inside. The familiar weight of his body made her pussy clench. She knew from experience, he would feel so good inside her.

  So would Paxson. Even as she thought his name, Cain raised his head and looked at his friend.

  A moment passed. Was Paxson going to go through with it? She didn’t want to stress him out completely. Even as the first thought to call it off came to mind, Paxson stepped forward. He slid in beside Cain and kissed her. She gasped as now four strong hands roamed across her body.

  Cain’s clever fingers stripped off the corset. Air swirled across her already sensitive nipples but the freedom didn’t last long. Paxson immediately took one breast in his hand, his thumb flicking over the tight peak.

  His mouth moved away, but Cain’s was there to take his place. The two of them worked together. One always touching, never leaving her for long. The hand on her breast disappeared and she felt the zipper of her tiny skirt open. The scrap of leather fell to the ground.

  The captivating kisses kept her off balance as her scarlet panties disappeared and hot fingers slid between her thighs. She cried out and arched her back, trying to get more. Heat swelled in her pussy and she pumped her hips against the thick digits invading her cunt.

  “Damn, she’s amazing,” Paxson muttered, his eyes locked on his fingers fucking in and out of her passage.

  Cain nodded. He placed another intoxicating kiss on her lips, then stepped back. The loss of his warmth shocked her but how could she protest when he moved back to strip off his leather shorts? Straightening, he kicked off the sandals, leaving him standing there in nothing but the leather collar. His cock stood out, long and hard, so ready to fuck. He reached up and pulled his hair out of the ponytail holder, letting the thick black strands fall around his chest.

  He looked like a warrior.

  Breath caught in Heather’s throat. The sound must have grabbed Paxson’s attention because he looked up and followed the direction of her gaze. He gulped and tension rippled through his body. Cain had warned her that Paxson might freak out about the whole two-guys thing.

  But she didn’t want to lose either of her lovers.

  She reached up and wrapped her hand around the back of Paxson’s neck, pulling him down until his eyes met hers.

  “What about you?”

  He blinked and shook his head like he was trying to clear an image. “I’m sorry. What?”

  “What about you?” She tapped the top of his leather pants then stroked one fingernail across his lower abs, skimming the red-painted nail along the waistband. “Isn’t it time to see what’s inside these?” She licked her lips, hoping to give him some incentive and damn, because she really wanted to know what was inside.

  Based on all outward signs, he was nice and thick but she knew enough not to believe anything sight unseen.

  Cain slipped up beside her, his hand around her waist. “I’ll keep her company while you get out of those.” There was just a hint of laughter in Cain’s voice and Heather glared at him, not wanting him to break the mood. Pax was on the edge and she didn’t want to send him running. Screw what the dress was doing to her clothes. She wanted Pax. Wanted this.

  Paxson took a step back. Heather watched. She wasn’t going to miss this reveal.

  Cain shifted, moving behind her, wrapping his a
rms around her and skimming his hands across her skin. He seemed to be settling in for the show as well.

  A baleful stare toward Cain and Paxson reached for the button of his pants. He undid the zipper but kept his hand in place, not letting them see his cock.

  “Oh, that’s just mean,” Cain whispered in her ear. Heather pressed her lips together to crush the giggle. She didn’t want anything distracting Pax from his unconscious striptease.

  His mechanical movements warned that he wasn’t seeing the sexy side of this. He pushed down the trousers, struggling to get them over his ass. The leather had obviously warmed up a bit since he’d pulled it on.

  Frustration built on Paxson’s face. Heather watched, trying to decide if she should jump in and help. But just as she started to move forward, the material released his heated skin and he shoved the leather down to his knees. He went with it, bending over, once again hiding his cock.

  The first time, it was cute. The second time, Heather started to get concerned. Did Paxson have a little cock? She told herself it would be okay if he did. She had no doubt she’d still find incredible pleasure.

  The worse idea was…what if Pax was no longer hard? What if the idea of going to bed with her and Cain had made his cock go limp? That would be bad.

  Heather watched. His tight ass contracted as he bent over. She’d known he would be gorgeous—just seeing him in clothes had told her that—but all those hard, strong muscles just called to her fingers.

  Cain’s hands tightened on her hips and he pumped his cock against her ass, letting her know he was enjoying the sight as well.

  Finally, Pax straightened but when he did, he held the leather trousers in his hand, covering his groin.

  Red painted his cheeks and Heather understood what was going on. Paxson was embarrassed. Somehow she knew he wasn’t the kind of guy who stripped and just walked through the locker room flashing his bits and pieces to any and all.

  She snagged her lower lip between her teeth and stepped forward, letting her hips swing just a little, capturing his gaze. She curled her fingers around the leather pants and pulled. For a second, he resisted but then he released it.

  She didn’t look down, didn’t want him to think the size of his cock was all she cared about, though at this point…she was really curious.

  Paxson shrugged and that seemed to be the sign that she could move. She dropped the leather trousers beside her and looked down.

  “Oh my.” His shyness certainly wasn’t because he wasn’t hard. His cock was thick and long and standing clear from his body. He wasn’t freakishly huge but dang, he was big, nice and hard. She curled her fingers into fists to stop from reaching out and stroking the smooth flesh.

  “Damn.” Cain’s vocal assessment snapped her out of her thoughts. “I’ve seen you in the locker room hundreds of times and I’ve never seen this.”

  The edges of Paxson’s eyes squinted down. “Because she’s not in there.”

  “I’m just sayin’ that we’ve been friends for years, I thought I would know that you had a—”

  Pax held up his hand. “Don’t say it.” He shook his head. “Whatever it is, don’t say it.” He grimaced and Heather could tell his nerves were returning. He propped his hands on his hips. “So, how does this work?”

  The demanding tone made her smile. She flipped her hair back, more for a distraction than because it was in her way.

  “Why don’t we move to the bed?” She grabbed Paxson’s hand and led him the few steps toward the massive king mattress. She glanced over her shoulder to make sure Cain was following. He was, though his eyes seemed to be focused on Paxson’s butt.

  Well, he’d said he was an ass man.

  She stopped at the edge of the bed, grabbed the blankets and pulled them away, leaving just the sheets. She stepped back, giving Paxson space to move closer. He shifted around to face her, putting the backs of his knees against the mattress and falling in perfectly with her plan.

  With one little push, he tipped backward. A smile curved his lips as he collapsed on the bed. She followed him down, straddling his hips. He immediately reached out and grabbed her, pulling her to him, trying to roll her beneath him.

  As much as she loved the idea, the need to push Paxson a little, to make sure this was a night he’d never forget, was more important. She wiggled back, sliding out of his embrace.

  “Wha—?”

  “Nope.” She shook her head. “You’re not in charge tonight.”

  He peeked out the corner of his eyes to Cain then back at her. “But you two were dressed as the slaves.”

  “Submissives,” Cain corrected. He went to the other side of the mattress and climbed on.

  As if going to bed with two people was something he did every day, he stretched out on the mattress beside them. “The word is submissives and haven’t you heard? Submissives are really the ones in charge.”

  “Yes,” Heather said, joining in. “Let us take care of everything—kissing you, touching you…fucking you.” His cock twitched against her thigh.

  Heather grinned even as a grimace crossed Paxson’s lips.

  “I’m not sure I can do this.”

  The hard shaft between his legs told a different story.

  “We’ll make it easy on you.” Cain reached behind him and held up the gold glittery top she’d been wearing last night. It was ruined after both strings had snapped. Cain leaned over and slid the shiny material through one of the slats on the fake headboard. “Grab both ends of that.”

  Paxson looked at both of them before he stretched his arms over his head and took the pieces of material in each hand.

  “Comfortable?”

  “I guess.”

  “Now, if you really want us to stop, just let go of the pretty blouse.”

  “Why don’t I just tell you to stop?” Paxson snapped.

  “Because I think you should wear this.” Cain held up a red ball. Heather gasped when she realized it wasn’t just a ball—it was a ball gag.

  The corners of Paxson’s eyes squinted down at the edges. “You just happen to have a gag in your pocket?”

  Cain laughed. “It was a fetish ball and…” He held the gag to Paxson’s lips. “I know you. I don’t want you to say something you might regret.”

  Paxson’s teeth clamped together. “What do you think I might say?” He tipped his head toward Heather. “I’m not going to be mean to her.”

  Again Cain laughed and shook his head. “I was thinking more that you might say ‘no’ or ‘stop’ before you’ve had a chance to think about whether you really want us to stop.”

  Paxson’s throat muscles convulsed when Cain said “us” but he didn’t move.

  He hesitated for one heartbeat then opened his mouth. Heather’s chest tightened like someone was squeezing her ribs. It was amazing, watching this strong, serious man give up the control of his words.

  Cain eased the gag between Paxson’s lips and Heather couldn’t contain her groan.

  It should have made a submissive picture but he was too powerful, biting down on the gag, fingers gripping her glittery top. Defiant. He looked a little pissed but she was pretty sure that was because he wasn’t in charge.

  His fingers clenched around her top, pulling his arm and chest muscles taut. Unable to resist touching all that yummy flesh any longer, she splayed her fingers wide across his breastbone and dragged her hand down, letting her fingertips bump over the ripples in his abs.

  The heat coming off his skin was incredible. She kept moving along the same path. Paxson grunted and rocked his hips up, pushing his cock into her hand.

  “Nice.” Taking up the silent invitation, she wrapped her hand around his shaft and caressed the long, thick rod. Paxson moaned behind the gag but didn’t move. He certainly didn’t drop the ends of the blouse. If anything, his fingers tightened so he wouldn’t accidentally let go.

  Knowing that he watched, she leaned down and stroked her tongue up the full length of his shaft. The masculine taste o
f his skin warmed her tongue and she hummed her pleasure. Just imagining his cock inside her made her pussy ache.

  She raised her head and stared down at the luscious man stretched out beneath her. Every muscle in his body was contracted. It would take days, weeks to explore every lovely line of his body.

  She glanced at Cain. He sat beside her, watching her as she stared at Paxson. Needing to reconnect with Cain, she leaned over, tilting her head and opening her mouth. He responded to her silent invitation, meeting her for a kiss that melted her insides. His tongue slid into her mouth, tasting her, overwhelming her.

  Rough fingers curled around her breast, teasing the tight nipple.

  A low groan erupted from the bed and Cain slowly pulled away.

  “I don’t think he likes to be ignored.” He nodded, giving her permission to focus on Paxson. She pressed up, gave Cain one more kiss then looked at the sexy man beneath her.

  “Hey there, handsome.”

  The tops of his cheekbones turned pink even as his eyes tightened down. She knew she had to keep it light. He still might freak out. She could see it in his eyes.

  Power surged through her as she crawled higher up his body, his cock hard and thick between her legs. The awed look on his face made her tummy flip. She leaned forward, placing her hands on his chest, putting her weight into the caress, knowing he could take it.

  “You look delicious, lying there, all stretched out for me.”

  He tugged on the glittering gold strips holding his hands to the top of the bed.

  “Careful,” Cain warned, laughter tripping through his voice. “That headboard doesn’t look too strong. You don’t want to have to explain it to security, eh?”

  Cain smoothed his hand down Heather’s side, over her hip. The caress continued, his hand slipping from her skin to Paxson’s chest.

  Paxson grunted but beyond that didn’t move. Cain’s eyes sparkled. He leaned over and placed a light kiss on the soft underside of Pax’s arm. The muscle jumped and Paxson looked over, his lips stretched around the gag, his eyes wild.

  Breath caught in Heather’s throat as she watched Paxson’s hands clutching the ends of the gold top. His fingers fluttered like he was readjusting but he made no move to drop the material.