by Alisha Rai
She whimpered in response and thrust back, raising her ass into Marcus’s hand.
He nodded at Marcus who stopped his assault to reach underneath and press a finger inside of her. She moaned around his cock.
“She’s even wetter than before,” Marcus growled.
“Do you want to come?”
She nodded.
“Then you have to get me off first. Marcus will stop spanking that ass and we’ll fuck you as soon as you do that.”
Satisfaction filled him at the dazed compliance on her face. He tightened his grip on her hair and pulled her head down to meet his hips, forcing her to take even more of his cock. She gagged a little and he backed her off a bit and let her catch her breath.
Marcus took a break from his steady work on her ass to lean forward and speak in her ear. “If you want him to come, you need to swallow the next time he does that. That’s the way we like our cocks sucked. You want to please us, don’t you? So we can please you?”
She nodded vigorously. The next time Jace pulled her down, Marcus kept his hand on her neck, keeping her steady when Jace might have allowed her some breathing room. “Swallow.”
She did, and for a second Jace popped past her throat’s natural resistance, his dick caressed and massaged by the heat and wetness. He groaned and used his grip on her hair to pull her back. She drew on him hard with her mouth and whimpered when he almost popped out. No longer worried about scaring her, he screwed his hips in and out. He used her mouth roughly until he felt his come boiling in his balls.
“Shit, I’m going to come.” He looked down. “Can you swallow it, baby?”
“Of course she can.” Marcus slapped her ass again, a bit harder than before. “Can’t you, Devi?”
She moaned and Jace took it in the affirmative, thrusting deep and holding her steady as he released down her throat.
When the last spasm of pleasure had left his body he watched as she released his cock with a wet pop and wiped at a smear on the corner of her mouth with the back of her hand. “Are you okay?”
She slowly shook her head.
Jace searched her face for any hint of disgust or remorse. “What’s wrong?”
She crawled up his body until she straddled his hips. His cock was still hard and wet from her mouth.
“What’s wrong?” She tossed her head and shot him a narrowed look that had him hardening further. “What’s wrong is that I don’t see anyone fucking me.”
At her daring words, Devi could see Jace’s post-coital glow flash back into lust. Marcus inhaled behind her. “Oh, honey, you need to watch what you say. Hearing dirty words fall out of those lips would just about drive any man insane.”
The moment called for dirty words. Somewhere between the spanking and the take-charge way Jace had mastered her mouth, a key had been turned inside of her, and she felt wild and uninhibited. And empty. So very empty. She tossed a saucy grin over her shoulder and distantly wondered when she had become saucy. “So is anyone going to do anything about it? You’ve got me all worked up here.”
Marcus smiled, a thin twist of his lips. “We’re going to have to keep your ass red on a regular basis.”
She shuddered in anticipation. How could she have known that a hard hand on her ass would turn her on so much? She had loved those slaps, had even arched her back and pushed back against Marcus’s heavy hand for more pressure, which she was sure he couldn’t have missed. Whatever slight stings of pain had been present had only worked her pleasure higher, the steady warmth of his palm adding to the rush of moisture in her vagina. Apparently, she was made for a little kinkiness.
“My turn for that sweet little pussy.” Jace turned her around until she faced away from him, his erection still rock hard. She caught a glimpse of the foil packet Marcus picked up from the bed and handed to Jace, and then heard a tear. Jace traced one hand down her spine. A series of goose bumps launched in its wake. His erection nestled into the entrance of her soaked vagina.
“What about me?” On a less masculine man, the expression on Marcus’s face might have been called a pout.
“You can have her mouth. Trust me, it’s heaven. Unless…” Jace stroked a finger down the crease of her buttocks. He rested it against the small hidden opening. “Have you ever been fucked in the ass, Devi?”
She froze. No. And she hadn’t planned that on the agenda tonight. How could she be so naive? Surely she should have realized that these two guys were very well versed in fucking a woman in every way possible. She shook her head and looked over her shoulder at him.
He inserted just the tip of his finger and pulsed it. She was surprised at the slight flare of pleasure but it didn’t diminish her unease. A look of gentle understanding crossed his face. “We’ll take you here eventually, but not tonight.”
Not tonight? But all they had was tonight. Was he implying they would see each other again?
Before she could get too caught up in mulling over that, Jace rolled her over until she lay across the bed, her head at the very edge. He adjusted her body until she was on all fours. Without any preliminaries, he slammed into her from behind. Not that she needed any additional foreplay. While it had taken Marcus a few thrusts to seat himself inside of her, she was so wet and soft, Jace worked himself in with a single lunge.
She understood the position when Marcus stepped in front of her, his cock at eye level. Without even being told, she sucked him in, reveling in his groan of pleasure above her. Who knew she had such an aptitude for this? Always an unpleasant chore before, now she felt proud that she could satisfy these two men in such a way.
She felt utterly full and stuffed, with Marcus’s cock shuttling into her mouth and Jace screwing into her from behind. Their bodies were perfectly choreographed. She was always filled at one end or the other. Jace opened her folds so he could grasp her clitoris between two fingers, and within a few strokes, she was coming, her screams muffled by the cock in her mouth. With a rough groan, Marcus tore free from her grasp, his hand wrapped around his cock. He stroked it once, twice, before he came, his seed landing on her breasts where they hung beneath her. In her ear, Jace growled rough words of praise as he followed them into ecstasy. For one crazy second, she wished she could actually feel the spurts of warmth of his come inside her, muted by the condom.
She collapsed on the bed, the cotton sheets beneath her cushioning her body. Jace settled on top of her, his sweaty body a comforting warmth. Marcus flopped down next to them, his chest rising and falling in heavy breaths.
She dragged in a great lungful of air and blew a curl out of her eye. “Whew. I’m declaring a time-out before the next round.”
Chapter Five
The shaft of bright sunlight speared right through her closed eyes and into her brain. Devi screwed her eyes shut. Her inner thigh muscles ached, her limbs felt useless and her throat was sore.
From screaming. Amongst other things.
Her eyes popped open and she almost whimpered at the effort that move took.
“Morning.”
She rolled her head and took in Jace, his head propped up on one elbow. A lock of dark hair fell over his forehead, making him look rakish and carefree. He smiled widely, his teeth picture perfect.
She ran a tongue over her own fuzzy teeth and mentally calculated how long it would take her to work all the snarls out of her hair.
So. Not. Fair.
“Hey.” Devi eased up and clutched the sheet to her chest, unaccountably shy and awkward. They had spent the night going at it like rabbits, only stopping to sleep for a couple of hours or so at the end there. In all of her planning for this fling, she hadn’t rehearsed what they would all say or do the morning after. She guessed she had just figured the twins would poof out of her life the way they had poofed in.
Though maybe she had it half right. “Where’s Marcus?”
Jace shrugged, though a dark shadow moved in his eyes. “He’s an early riser. Probably already has coffee going.”
“Oh.”
“Dev
i, last night was amaz—oomph.”
She covered his mouth with her palm. “Please don’t say anything. I completely understand. You don’t have to make excuses. I totally went into this with both eyes open, knowing it was just for one night.”
His eyebrows met and he mumbled something.
“What?”
The little lines around his eyes crinkled and he removed her hand from his mouth. “I said, I don’t want it to be just for one night.”
“What?”
He pressed a hard kiss on her lips, and she was too stunned to protest her morning breath. He drew back and slid out of bed. “Why don’t you point me to the shower and we can talk about this over some breakfast?” With his back to her, he stretched his body up and groaned loudly. The powerful muscles in his back and buttocks tightened and released in a mesmerizing dance under tanned skin. “Devi?”
“What?”
He stopped stretching and looked over his shoulder. “Shower?”
Oh dear Lord, one threesome and her powers of speech were gone. “Oh yeah. The door at the end of the hallway is the guest bathroom.”
Jace placed his hands on his hips and turned to face her. The full frontal did not go unappreciated. Her eyes almost popped out of her head as they traveled the length of his body, which was bathed in bright sunlight. Did the man never get soft? Under her perusal, his erection thickened as if she touched it. She averted her gaze and cleared her throat. “Um, there should be some towels and shampoo and soap there. Let me know if you need anything.”
“You know, maybe we could save some water and shower together.”
Talk about temptation. Unfortunately, cavorting with two men all night long couldn’t give her his kind of aplomb. She could probably get away with keeping the sheet around her for a bit, but he’d get suspicious if she didn’t drop it once she entered the shower. All of a sudden, the soft lamplight she had objected to last night seemed far more preferable to the unforgiving sun filling the room. “Your conservatism is admirable.”
“I’m very aware of my responsibility to the planet.”
“But we’d probably get cleaner if we showered separately.”
“There’s clean, and then there’s, well, raunchy shower sex.” He held out his arms as if to offer his body.
I don’t want this to be for just one night.
No, a girl needed a clear head to deal with such a curve ball. One didn’t get a clear head by getting banged in the shower. More’s the pity. “I think I’ll stay in bed for a little bit longer.” She faked a yawn and stretched her arms above her head. Only then did she realize how sore her muscles really were.
He gave in good-naturedly. Unashamed of his nudity, Jace plodded over to a small duffel bag sitting on her delicate pink vanity bench. He unzipped it and removed neatly folded Jockey’s. She bit her lip as knowledge dawned. “How did that get in here?”
“Marcus brought it in from the car. We each keep an extra change of clothes in both of our trunks.”
Of course. That’s what all playboys must do. Stupid to feel hurt about that. Just then Jace glanced up. She tried to mask her expression, but she must not have been quick enough, because he straightened. “For the gym, Devi. See?” Jace reached into the bag again and pulled out a pair of running shorts. “I don’t mind wearing my pants from yesterday, but it’s nice to have fresh boxers and a T-shirt.”
If it was stupid to be hurt over the thought of them being prepared for trysts, it was probably more stupid to be relieved that wasn’t the case. Nonetheless, the knot of anxiety in her stomach eased.
Jace dropped the shorts back into the bag and walked over to a pile of clothes which lay on the floor. Devi blushed to realize her bra lay right on top. Marcus must have gathered the garments from the foyer. Jace picked up and shook out his dress shirt and slacks with a snort of disgruntled irritation. “The least he could have done was fold them neatly.”
She rose up on her elbows and eyed the bundle of white cotton and grey twill in his hands. “I never buy any clothes that need an iron.”
“Did I spend the night with a slave to the mass-produced wash-and-wear industry?”
“Guilty.”
“If you want, I’ll iron your clothes for you.” He waggled his eyebrows. “I’ll even wear nothing but an apron while I do it.”
“Hmm, I can picture you in something pink with ruffled lace…”
“A manly apron,” he corrected with haste. “One of those ones with a boiled lobster on it.”
“I guess I can kiss the pearls and high heels goodbye, right?”
“Hey, look, lady, I’m kinky, but you’re scaring me.”
She was still chuckling when she heard his shower turn on. Devi jumped out of bed, gathered fresh underwear and clothes and headed to her attached bathroom.
Steam filled the small room and sank into her pores. She smiled to herself as she soaped up and thought of Jace in her pink guest bathroom. Bantering with him could become addictive. She didn’t feel at all shy or awkward around Jace as she normally did around most men. Even Marcus, as intimidating as he was, made her feel relaxed and herself at some basic level.
I don’t want it to be for just one night.
She ducked her head under the spray, allowing the water to wash away the suds in her hair and down her body. What had he meant? Did he want to keep seeing her? Having sex with her? By himself or with Marcus? Was Marcus in agreement? Where was he anyway? Had he left?
Maybe Jace just wanted to have another threesome. Like once more. Not multiple times. She shouldn’t get her hopes up. Wait, was she hoping for more? Of course not.
“Argh!”
She grabbed the loofah and scrubbed her body until her skin grew pink. This was not supposed to have happened. An easy no-complications night now brimmed with complexities and potholes, and all thanks to a single sentence.
This is what happens when you shine the light of day onto a fantasy. Way to go, Devi.
Not that she would have changed a single second of last night for anything. For one night, she had lived her fantasy, and it had been amazing. She hadn’t been frumpy or chubby, or heaven forbid, comfortable or sweet. She had been sexy. She stepped out of the shower, wrapped thick terrycloth towels around her body and hair and swiped her hand over the mirror to stare at her reflection.
With her hair slicked back, her features looked different, her eyes darker and bigger, her cheekbones more pronounced, her skin softer and clearer. As if her lovers’ bodies had renewed her own.
She shook her head at such a fanciful thought but reached for her Victoria’s Secret lotion instead of the generic store-brand stuff she normally used. She dropped the towel and slicked the cream over her flesh, the scent of jasmine permeating the room.
Even her skin felt different, the nerve endings more sensitized, tingling as she slipped a satin and lace bikini up her legs and snapped the front snap on her matching bra. Thank goodness Rana gave me the matching set for my birthday. Otherwise she’d be wearing striped orange briefs with a purple polka-dot bra. She really needed to invest in more lingerie.
Would she be needing it?
Yes. Even if Jace had been talking nonsense—which she was okay with, damn it—she liked the way she felt today. Like a new woman. No, like a real woman. Even if no one ever saw her nice panties, she would know. That would feel pretty cool.
She slipped a cute little yellow sundress over her head and sucked in her breath to pull up the side zipper. A much-needed improvement over her usual Sunday wear of faded jeans and oversized men’s T-shirts. Devi ran a brush through her hair and studied herself in the mirror critically. Nice. Well, she would never be in her sisters’ leagues, but the A-line skirt flattered her curves and the glow in her skin made up for a lot of flaws this morning.
Now, time to meet her men.
~ * ~
Devi had a magnet on her dishwasher.
He should never have slept with her.
Marcus took a sip of his scalding coffee
and studied the little happy hummingbird on the stainless-steel appliance. On one side, the hummingbird chirped “CLEAN”, while on the other, it proclaimed “DIRTY”. For some reason, the cheery domestic little magnet encapsulated everything that was different and wrong with them mixing it up with Devi. Hell, he’d never even seen any of their previous women’s houses by the light of day. However, he doubted any of them had been the type to care what state their dishes were in.
He had tapped Jace awake around five, just when dawn had started to break, but his brother had merely shaken his head, drawn Devi closer and snuggled in to sleep. Marcus could read his thoughts without him even speaking. You leave if you want, I’m staying.
Marcus told himself he couldn’t possibly leave, for the practical reason that they had come in one car and he didn’t want to put Jace in the awkward position of having to call a cab in the morning.
You could have called a cab. Marcus winced. Well, duh. His practical reason didn’t hold much water, especially since the truth was clearly evident. He didn’t want to leave for the same reason he feared he saw in Jace—he was already halfway to smitten with the woman. That scared the figurative pants off him.
God, he wished he could have just jumped back into bed and grabbed a handful of her softness for himself. But he’d never in his life slept next to a woman, and starting with Devi seemed like a monumentally bad idea. So, like an idiot, he spent a few sleepless hours on the too-short couch in the living room before stumbling in to brew a pot of his favorite gourmet coffee in Devi’s state-of-the-art coffee maker.
Jeez, she would have to be a coffee connoisseur too, wouldn’t she?
He glared at the hapless hummingbird and took another draw of his elixir.
Marcus didn’t need to hear the footsteps behind him to know Jace had entered the kitchen. He could feel him. “Coffee’s on,” he grunted.
Jace didn’t say a word until he had poured a large mug, taken a sip and sighed. He turned and surveyed the kitchen. “Wow.”
“Yeah.”
“It’s very—bright.”