by Alisha Rai
“Red is good. Red I can remember.”
“So you going to play with us, baby?”
Devi hesitated and then gave a small smile. “I guess it can’t hurt, just for one night.”
One night? The hell with that. But they had plenty of time to sort that out.
Her hands fluttered over her exposed chest and Marcus grasped one. “Then you need to obey. You cover those luscious little nipples again, and you’re going to get punished.”
She swallowed, licked her lips.
With deliberate intent, she lifted her free hand and crossed her arm over her chest.
Jace inhaled. A muscle jumped in Marcus’s cheek, but otherwise his face was still, eyes blazing. “Oh, baby. Your ass is mine.” He turned and strode toward the first-floor apartment, Devi in tow and Jace following behind her.
“Wait.”
“Keys,” Marcus snapped, all the more menacing for his calm.
She fumbled with her purse, and Jace groaned at the subsequent jiggling of her breasts. Finally, she located a large key ring and hesitated. “I hope you guys are going to make some allowances for a newbie.”
Jace leaned in close and nipped her small earlobe. “Don’t worry so much, sweetheart. Just go with the flow.” He took the keys and dropped them into Marcus’s outstretched palm.
The lock clicked open, an ominously loud sound, accompanied by their heavy breathing and the rustle of the palm trees. The door squeaked open and Marcus pulled her into the darkness of her apartment.
Devi’s world spun as she was swept into her foyer, Marcus’s hand wrapped around her wrist, Jace’s around her waist. Moonlight streamed through the windows of the adjoining living room, but the relative darkness rendered her belongings into something altogether unfamiliar, a suitable backdrop for her mood.
Just go with the flow. She’d never done that before. All her life, she had played by the rules and stayed safe. Devi could finally appreciate the allure of being a little bad, of venturing outside of her comfort zone. The unease of the unknown mixed with excitement and anticipation, until her brain swam with the heady brew. All of her senses felt as if they had been sharpened. The cool air swept over her bare breasts, underscoring her vulnerability, while the lust simmering off her soon-to-be lovers made her high with feminine power.
Nonetheless, a shot of awkwardness bloomed when the door shut behind Jace with a thud. She turned to him and cleared her throat. “Do you want something to drink?”
Marcus’s dark chuckle warned her. “You.”
Before she could respond, calloused hands spun her around until her back met the wall. Her hip bumped the small foyer table, and she dimly heard the thud as knickknacks fell to the carpeted floor.
Marcus captured her lips in a bruising kiss that asked no permission—not that she would have denied him. Her nipples rubbed against the cotton of his T-shirt, the cool fabric tightening them further. She grabbed the hem of his shirt, and he took the hint, bunching it up in both hands, breaking their kiss only to pull it over his head and toss it to the side. Her hands fell to the wide leather belt around his waist, fumbling to release the catch.
She had only pulled the buckle free when her jeans loosened. Marcus’s clever hands pushed the denim over her hips and took her panties with them. Thank God he won’t see them. Plain white cotton bikinis did not scream seductive risk-taker. Had she known she would be in this position, she would have dug out some black lace. Well, she didn’t own any black lace, but she could have made a quick run to a lingerie store.
As if you could have predicted this. Standing naked but for a small cotton tank top twisted around her waist in front of two gorgeous men. Only in her wildest fantasies.
Marcus stepped back, his fingers going to the buttons of his jeans. His chest rose and fell with his heavy breaths, and his broad shoulders looked even larger outlined in shadows.
The sound of a zipper turned Devi’s head to the left just as Jace kicked free of his pants. She wished she could turn on the overhead light, the better to see their hard bodies, but feared it would break the spell and expose all of her own flaws. The sliver of moonlight played peekaboo on his flesh, providing a glimpse of a hard six-pack, straining biceps and the outline of an impressive cock when he turned in profile for a too-brief moment.
Marcus crowded her against the wall again, his leg insinuating between her own. The rough hairs rasped against her soft inner thighs, and his erection felt as long and promising as Jace’s had looked. She gasped as he pushed a hand into her hair and tilted her head to the side. His lips fastened to the sensitive flesh of her neck hard enough to leave a mark in the morning.
Not that she would mind. Her eyes almost rolled back in her head as he kept her steady for his pleasure, his other hand sweeping down her body to cup the curve of her buttock. She twined her arms around his neck, her fingers tunneling into his hair, and tried to find purchase for the dizzying pleasure. His large hand spread over her cheek and squeezed in concert with the sucking of his mouth.
She bit her lip to keep back the cry as he clenched her ass and lifted her into the cradle of his hips, his hard cock finding a perfect home in the wetness dripping down her thighs.
He pulled back. “Don’t hide what you’re feeling. I want to hear every noise you make.” His voice was harsh, the flash of white teeth in the darkness making her even wetter. “Otherwise, how will I know if you like…this?”
He used two fingers to open the lips of her vagina before penetrating her with just the tip of his cock. She moaned in combined relief and distress and tightened her fingers in his hair. She lifted one leg to wrap around his waist and strained to get even closer, to climb inside him if possible.
He seemed agreeable enough. He used both hands under her bottom to hoist her up until he held her suspended against the wall by the strength of his arms, just the first inch of his cock teasing her with the promise of its power. “Wrap both legs around me.” When she complied in an instant, he rewarded her with a quick, hard kiss. “Good girl.”
The first thrust of his hips gave her just a hint of his size; his second, more forceful thrust took her breath away. Her body worked to adjust to the invasion, inner muscles clamping on his hot penis. His groan echoed hers. He pulled back and worked himself back in. “Just a little more, sweetheart. God, you’re so hot.”
She felt stretched to the brink of pain. “More?” she asked faintly.
A soft kiss pressed against her temple. Jace stood by her side and insinuated a hand between her and Marcus’s body to pinch her nipple, twisting it harder than before. Surprised, she realized the slight tinge of pain only made her hotter. He leaned in close and whispered in her ear, “Just a few more inches. Let Marcus make you feel good, baby. Let him fuck you nice and hard, I promise you’ll love it.” Lust and excitement filled his voice.
She shuddered and made a conscious effort to relax, aided by the touch of Jace’s hand on her breast. Marcus grunted and began thrusting with heavy lunges, each drive sinking him deeper inside of her, until the wall behind her vibrated in rhythm with their bodies.
All uncomfortable feelings gone, the need and hunger coiled inside her belly until she was straining, straining to reach the pinnacle. It was so close, just out of reach…
Devi sobbed her frustration as Marcus’s thrusts grew shorter and harder, and as if she had spoken out loud, Jace responded and stroked his hand down her belly to open the tender folds that hid her clitoris, exposing it to the rub of Marcus’s shaft. A few firm strokes was all she needed to implode, and she tilted her head back on a strangled scream, the walls of her vagina clamping down on the hard intruder within, milking Marcus’s response as well. His heartfelt groan followed and he thrust up high inside of her, pushing her farther up the wall. His entire body tensed and stilled, almost-tangible heat rising off his shoulders as he came with teeth gritted.
As aftershocks of pleasure coursed through her body, she lifted her head. “That was ridiculous.” The earth had moved, bel
ls had whistled and all that jazz. Was this because of her relative inexperience? Was she supposed to do something right now and not just lay plastered to the very hard wall? She winced. Oh, there would be bruises tomorrow.
Marcus, his face buried in her neck, grunted, but didn’t move, which made her feel a little better about being so very wiped out.
A masculine chuckle came from her right. She turned her head, a monumental feat. Jace tucked her hair behind her ear in an affectionate gesture that belied the heat in his gaze. He smiled a dark smile, and suddenly she didn’t feel quite so tired anymore. “And just think,” he mused. “That was just the first round.”
Chapter Four
Devi’s eyes widened in apprehension, and Jace hoped, renewed lust. A flush covered her skin.
She was white hot. Perfect. Jace received a high from watching the pleasure in a woman’s face, and he had never been with anyone as goddamned responsive as Devi. His dick was so hard it felt like he could drive nails. She kept trying to hold back her cries, but he and Marcus would break her of that habit soon enough.
Marcus slowly separated their bodies, and Jace could see the reluctance on his brother’s face as he withdrew from her and removed her legs from around his waist. She wobbled a bit when she stood, and Jace steadied her with an arm around her waist while Marcus stepped back, holding onto the base of his condom. “Is there a bathroom around here?”
“The door to the right is a powder room.” Her brows met as Marcus walked into the small bathroom. “When did he put that on?”
“While you were busy ogling me. Honey, that’s the first thing you should insist on,” Jace said.
“I-I guess I just didn’t think.” She looked deeply troubled by such an obvious lapse. Jace had the idea she didn’t lose track of important matters on a regular basis.
“We’re both clean, but it’s a habit for us.” Jace pressed a light kiss to her forehead and pulled her closer. His hands coasted over the curves of her soft body. He couldn’t touch her enough.
She stiffened a bit when she felt his erection pressed against her belly. “I’m not sure if I’m up for another bout of wall-pounding sex, Jace. Usually once a century is my quota for that sort of thing,” she joked with apparent nervousness.
Poor thing. If this relationship worked out, he and Marcus would have her intimately acquainted with every piece of furniture and inch of wall in her home. “I prefer beds.” True enough, though he didn’t mind the occasional couch. Or car. Or bathtub. Or really anywhere a naked Devi happened to be, but why not let her figure that out on her own? Jace tugged at the strip of a shirt that still happened to be twisted around Devi’s ribs, pulled it up and off and tossed it to the side. “How about a bout of headboard-pounding sex?”
She licked her lips, and a spark of shy excitement lit her face. “That can be arranged.”
The water in the bathroom shut off. Devi looked over his shoulder and Jace knew the instant Marcus reentered the room by the flare of trepidation and hunger in her gaze. He placed a proprietary hand on her hip and urged her forward. “Lead the way, sweetheart.”
Devi turned and walked ahead of them, casting a couple of nervous glances over her shoulder. He tried to give her a reassuring smile and make eye contact, but it was hard to pull off when the jiggle of her soft round bottom gleamed in the darkness. Unlike the rest of her honey-colored skin, her ass was almost white. Full in the manner of a Rubenesque goddess, his fingers itched to touch it, clench it, spank it. He wanted to feel it against his belly as he plowed into her from behind. A small groan came from Marcus and he grinned. Marcus appreciated a woman’s ass even more than he did.
She led them through the living room and down a dark hallway, stopping at the first open door on the right. A large window dominated one wall, but the view faced a small backyard with a privacy hedge, so Jace didn’t worry about voyeurs. Light streamed in from the moon outside, but he wanted more. He wanted to see every inch of her body, wanted to trace and kiss every curve. Jace turned to Devi. “Turn on the lights.”
Despite the shadows, he could see the frown on her face. “I prefer the dark.”
“We want to see you.” Marcus stepped closer to her, and Jace knew her refusal would only arouse him more.
“Trust me, guys, I’d rather you not see every single one of my flaws.”
“What flaws?”
She snorted. “If you have to ask that, then clearly the darkness is working in my favor.”
“Devi, what did we talk about outside?” Marcus wrapped his arm around her and placed one hand on the curve of her ass.
“Right, you’re going to punish me for—hey!” The sharp slap of flesh on flesh was punctuated by her cry. She pushed at his arm. “You hit me.”
Marcus bent down and kissed her hard. “No, I just tapped you. And you have a lot more coming.”
Jace could smell her arousal, see it in the way she tried to get closer to Marcus. “Where’s the light, Devi?”
She looked at him, her eyes glittering. “The third switch by the door. Turns on the bedside lamp.”
He was by the door in a second, and flipped the switch. Soft light from the pink-fringed lamp on the bedside table flooded the room. Jace blinked. “Whoa.”
“What?” Devi pulled away from Marcus.
“It’s just so…female.” A king-sized white canopy bed dominated the room, mounded high with a down comforter and pink and white pillows. The bureau and dresser were antique white with pink markings. Numerous bottles and assorted feminine things he couldn’t begin to identify cluttered the surfaces. Lace curtains hung on the large picture window, and a window seat with teddy bears and stuffed animals sat under it. He frowned at those. They might have to negotiate the little creatures’ presence if they were going to spend time in this room. Jace had a thing about plastic eyes, they creeped him out.
“I’m female.” Devi placed her hands on her hips. Shapely hips. He took his time surveying her from head to feet and every single curve in between. He was a breast man, through and through, and hers were magnificent, full and heavy and topped by small brown nipples that looked as perfect as they tasted in his mouth. The rest of her was just as lovely. He lingered on her plush thighs and the intriguing little tuft of neatly trimmed dark curls shielding her pussy.
“Trust me, we can tell.” Marcus gave her a lazy once-over. “And I repeat, what flaws?”
Some of the unease in her gaze diminished and her face lit up with a smile. “Well, if you can’t see ’em, I’m sure as hell not going to list them for you.”
“You know what I can see, baby? A fantasy come to life.” Jace walked over to her and drew her toward the bed. He shoved the comforter to the foot of the mattress, hopped on and settled against the pillows, pulling her over him until she straddled his hips. “This whole frou-frou room is really giving me some nasty thoughts,” he whispered in her ear.
“Like what?” she asked, breathless.
“Like we’re the rude barbarians who have stormed the castle and captured the princess.” Jace could feel the shiver that ran through her and hoped he was on the right track to tap into her arousal. “Of course, we’ll make her submit to all of our”—he licked her ear—“perverted desires.” He released her and pressed down on her shoulders in clear intention. “But first, I need the princess to take the edge off for me.”
Her eyes widened with realization and nervousness. He waited with bated breath for her to call a halt, his hands on her shoulders but no longer exerting pressure. Instead, her little chin firmed and she met his challenge. She slid down his body with sinuous grace until she sat on her knees, the curve of her round ass sticking out. Tentative hands curled around the base of his cock and he arched up with a groan, gratified to finally, finally, have her touching him. She became more confident as she grasped his cock and milked it. He sank both hands into her dark curls and pulled her head closer until her breath gusted against the very tip of his cock. A small bead of pre-come dripped off the end and he s
houted when she gave a tentative swipe with the flat of her tongue.
She drew back, her eyes startled. “Was that okay?”
Jace inhaled. “Honey, anything you do with your mouth and my dick is just peachy keen.” Devi smiled, and a bit of feminine power lit her face. He pulled her back and she took him at his word. The first touch made his thighs tense. When she settled in to play, giving him tiny licks and strokes, he tightened his fingers in her hair to deliver a small shake. “Okay, enough teasing.” She blinked up at him with such a patently false “who, me?” look, he almost laughed despite his arousal. “Suck me, princess.”
Instead, she licked up the vein running along the underside of his cock and rimmed the tip.
He looked up to find Marcus standing at the foot of the bed staring down at her with an expression of dark desire on his face, fully aroused as if he hadn’t practically pounded her pussy through the wall down the hall. Their eyes met and a silent agreement flowed. Jace spoke only for Devi’s benefit, since Marcus was already climbing on the bed behind her. “I think our princess needs a little incentive to obey. Why don’t you tan that sweet little ass until she understands how she needs to please us?”
Her eyes widened, and she attempted to pull away, but his hands tangled in her hair prevented her escape. With the first light tap of Marcus’s hand, she jerked and whimpered. He hoped he had read her right, that she wouldn’t call a halt. Sure enough, she opened her mouth and sucked him right in, her eyes promising sinful retribution.
Heaven. He closed his eyes in bliss. The soft suckling mouth, the sweet hands stroking in rhythm with her tongue and lips. The slaps of flesh on flesh.
He opened his eyes to find Devi’s expression filled with confused pleasure. Marcus varied the rhythm and intensity of the spanks, so she didn’t know what to expect from second to second.
“That feels good, doesn’t it, baby?”