Beyond Innocence

by Kit Rocha

  Ace bent his head, and Lili realized what he was about to do a heartbeat before his mouth closed around her nipple. He didn't just lick—he sucked, hard, and it felt so good Lili's knees wobbled.

  Rachel and Cruz both watched, entranced. Jared gathered Lili's hair off one shoulder and nuzzled her neck before raising his mouth to her ear. "Giving pleasure and taking pleasure—it isn't one or the other. When it's good—when it's right—they're so mingled you can't tell them apart. Taking without giving is selfish. And if you can give pleasure without taking it in return, then it's just a job or an obligation. Or worse."

  Lili groped for Jared's free hand. "Show me," she rasped, dragging their tangled fingers back to Rachel's body. She shuddered at the first touch, and Lili shuddered, too, because Jared was right. "Help me."

  He bent her over until her body was pressed against Rachel's, their entwined hands still caught between them. His chest was against her back, trapping her. Hot skin brushed hers with every breath, every tiny movement—

  He guided her fingers into Rachel, into slick, clenching heat. Just two, but tight enough for Lili to feel every pulse and flutter of reaction. Then a slippery pressure nudged her deeper—Jared, fucking his own fingers in alongside hers.

  "Give and take, love," he whispered, rocking against her ass. It pushed her forward, driving their fingers into Rachel—hard.

  "Oh, fuck." Tension wreathed every word, every breath, and Rachel shivered through another vicious curse before reaching for her, cupping her hand around the back of Lili's neck, and drawing her in for an open, ravenous kiss.

  Lili moaned into her mouth, overwhelmed but still there, in her skin, every sensation sharp and bright. The bite of Jared's open belt against the small of her back, the heat of his skin and the commanding confidence of his touch. The soft roughness of Rachel's tongue, the rasp of the chains trapped between their bodies.

  And the tightness. Every time Rachel squirmed, every time she gasped, Lili felt it, felt her body clench, felt the heady power and the driving need for more. More gasps, more clenching. She wanted to drive Rachel over the edge, watch her scream—and have the courage to follow her.

  Rachel's hands roamed her body, exploring the dip of her waist, the curve of her ass, even the tiny, sensitive spot just under her jaw. She cupped Lili's breasts, cradling them in her hands before closing her fingers tight, pinching her nipples.

  Not soft, the way Jared had. It was almost pain, a confusing shock that arched her back and drove a moan from her. Her pussy clenched, her pulse pounding so strongly in her ears that she barely heard Cruz's chiding words. "Not so rough, Rachel. Not yet."

  "Yes, sir," she whispered wickedly, releasing Lili with a softer, soothing touch. Then she slid one hand down, between them—

  "No." Cruz caught her hands and dragged them back. "This, you don't get to control, sweetheart. This you just have to feel. Jared?"

  Jared straightened, pulling Lili with him until they were standing, their fingers still buried deep in Rachel's pussy. "Watch."

  Ace was already moving, dropping teasing kisses down Rachel's body, kisses that turned into sharp little nips that had her twisting against Cruz's grip. Lower and lower until Lili could feel the heat of his breath against her fingers.

  "Look at you, angel," he murmured. "So full. Do their fingers feel good?"

  "Yes." There was a different sort of tension twisting her voice now, something less like discovery and more like anticipation. "Please."

  "But you still want my tongue, don't you?"

  "I need it." A ready confession, with no hint of shame.

  "I know." But he brushed her with his thumb first, the slightest touch that still had her tightening around Jared's and Lili's fingers. He rubbed in a slow circle, murmuring tender obscenities that Lili could barely hear. It didn't matter. She couldn't tear her attention away as he gently parted Rachel's folds and drew his tongue across her clit.

  She bucked. The more firmly they held her down, the louder and shakier she got, until she was trembling all over, begging, begging Ace to let her, please let her—

  "Let go," Cruz whispered against her cheek, as Ace sucked her clit into his mouth. She went rigid, her cry building into a scream as her inner muscles clenched, released, over and over, throbbing with the force of her orgasm.

  No—orgasms. Because Jared rocked their fingers deeper and Ace redoubled his efforts and even Cruz released Rachel's hands in favor of cupping her breasts, his fingers toying and tugging with the silver rings until she sobbed with it.

  Overwhelmed. Rachel was overwhelmed in every sense of the word, and it wasn't bad or shameful or terrifying. It was transcendent.

  Dazed, Lili lifted her free hand to stroke the woman's flushed skin, letting her fingers rest on the racing pulse in her throat. "She's perfect."

  "Yes, she is," Jared agreed. "Here, now. Like this. We all are."

  All of them. Even her. "I want to let go, too."

  A rough breath left him, and he gently pulled their fingers out of Rachel, who made a soft noise—not of protest but approval—when he wrapped both arms around Lili. "Your wish is my command."

  "Our command." Rachel eased up the bed, into Cruz's lap. "Right?"

  Ace crawled after her, catching her mouth in a hot, lazy kiss before glancing back at them. "Get up here."

  Jared released Lili, all but one reassuring hand on her hip.

  Cruz and Rachel and Ace looked like an invitation to sin, sitting at the head of the bed, trading lazy touches as they watched her. Lili rested one knee on the mattress, knowing she had to cross this final boundary by choice.

  But not alone. Jared steadied her as she slid onto the bed, and Ace reached for her, coaxing her closer with his fingertips on her shoulder. She settled on her knees just short of Rachel, acutely aware of her own frustrated arousal—flushed skin, tight nipples, the slickness when she pressed her thighs together.

  The other woman smiled and opened her arms, welcoming Lili with a soft laugh and skin sliding over skin. "Tell me what it's like."

  If the words were supposed to make sense, she was too muddle-headed to figure out how. "What what's like?"

  "Fucking Jared." She tilted her head back to Cruz's shoulder. "I'd ask Ace, but somehow I don't think it's the same. Not the way you look at each other."

  Lili turned slowly in Rachel's grasp, until she was facing the foot of the bed. Jared had his hands on the fastenings of his pants, but when his eyes met hers, Lili answered the question—for him. "It's like being awake for the first time. And it should be terrifying to feel everything, but it's not. Because he knows if it's too much."

  "I only know the truth." He tugged down his zipper. "There's no such thing as too much, not really. There's only never enough."

  He hooked his thumbs in his pants and his underwear and pushed them both down.

  His cock was hard and big, and she wanted it. Under her hands. In her mouth. Inside her. Lili clutched Rachel's hand and tried to remember when she'd become a creature made of nothing but want and sinful hunger so dirty she bit back a whimper.

  "Do you want it?" Rachel brushed her hair away from her throat and pressed a kiss to her overheated skin. "All you have to do is say yes."

  Let go. "Yes."

  Rachel crept forward on her hands and knees, stopping just shy of the edge of the bed. "Ace remembers," she whispered. "Do you?"

  Jared grinned down at her. "Remember? I thought you were going to drop-kick me off the fucking roof for touching what was yours."

  Rachel grasped Lili's hand and pulled her closer. "He's exaggerating. A little."

  Lili had to tilt her head back to meet Jared's eyes. "Tell me the story."

  "It happened a while back, during one of O'Kane's parties." Jared wrapped a firm hand around the base of his erection. "An open party, not one of the filthy, private ones. Rachel caught me sucking Ace's cock up on the roof."

  "And stayed for the big finish," Ace murmured as the bed sank on the other side of Lili. "Y
our turn, brother."

  Lili wet her lips and dropped her gaze. The head of Jared's cock was so close, and his words came back to her. It doesn't have to be perfect. It just has to be you.

  So she parted her lips and licked him.

  He dropped his head back with a groan. "Again."

  Savoring his moan, she dragged the flat of her tongue up his shaft. She shivered when she reached the tip and found a drop of wetness with the taste she remembered from the bar—bitter and salty and right.

  Ace's fingers closed over Jared's. "That's right, blue-eyes. Lick him all over. Make Rachel help, if you want. She's panting for it."

  Lili tilted her head back again, seeking Jared's eyes before she tested the boundaries of her newfound brazenness. "Do you want us to suck your cock?"

  "Yes." He slipped his thumb between her lips, gliding it over her tongue, urging her mouth open. "Think about my face in your pussy. I want to see it in those big, big eyes, love."

  The thought alone made her moan. Jared's clever, taunting tongue soothing away every pulse of need until she shattered in relief. Maybe he wouldn't stop this time. Maybe Cruz would hold her arms down, and Jared wouldn't have to hold anything back.

  "That's it." His eyes blazed, and he gave a short, decisive nod.

  A warm hand slid over her hip. Big, rough, but so gentle—Cruz's touch would have been unmistakable, even if he hadn't been the only one behind them. "You two help her with Jared, since you can't be trusted not to play too rough with her."

  "But not you. Mr. Control." Rachel's teasing words blew hot on Lili's earlobe. "You can watch him lose it, too. Later."

  "Later," Cruz agreed, stroking the back of her thigh this time before urging her to rock forward. She shuddered and gave in, and it was simple. Effortless. Ace guided Jared's cock between her lips, and she was rewarded by Jared's shuddering sigh.

  Rachel licked a path ahead of Lili's conquering lips, leaving Jared's rigid shaft slick and hot. In seconds, Ace had joined her, dragging his tongue up to hers as she tried to take more, only to meet with frustration as his size threatened to choke her.

  "Shh." Ace tugged at her hair, easing her back. "Swallowing a dick is hot and all, but it's not the only way to get a guy off. Lips and tongue, that's all he needs. And suck, Lili."

  That was simpler. Rachel and Ace had already made it easy. Their tongues tangled, stroking over Jared, over each other, over Lili. They left Jared's shaft so slick that her lips glided effortlessly. She swirled her tongue, almost used to Cruz's soft touches now. They were one more spark of warmth, one more step toward a goal she could sense now. It was rushing toward her, big and bright and beautiful. And she wanted it.

  Seeking out Jared's gaze again, she sucked.

  His eyes went dark, and he licked the corner of his mouth. "So pretty," he breathed. "These gorgeous pink lips stretched around my cock."

  "She's sweet." Cruz's fingertips skated higher up her inner thigh. She was so empty, so aching, that she inched her knees apart, silently begging for relief.

  "Mmm." Jared's soft noise melted into a groan, and he sank his hand into Lili's hair.

  She had to close her eyes against the visual. His fingers twisted in her hair, answering the silent voice inside her that didn't want to be sweet anymore. She wanted to be wild, rough, dirty—

  Cruz cupped her pussy, and she moaned in relief. But that was all he did, his other hand gripping her hip to still her when she would have squirmed in search of a firmer touch. "She's responsive, too. How easily does she come?"

  Jared used the hand in her hair to pull her head up. "Answer the man, love."

  As if she had anything or anyone to compare herself to. Only Rachel, who had endured endless tormenting before succumbing. Lili doubted she would last more than a few glancing touches. "Easily. So easily."

  Rachel moaned as she turned her head and bit Jared's hip. "Christ, that's hot."

  Ace pumped his hand over Jared's cock. "C'mon, Cruz. Put us all out of our fucking misery."

  "Impatient," Cruz chided, his fingers rocking just enough to make Lili whimper. "You know better. You're the one who taught me. Before you can go hard, you have to go…"

  He trailed off—or maybe he didn't. Maybe he was still speaking, but Lili couldn't hear. Because he'd spread his fingers, and the tip of one had found her clit. He rubbed with a firmness she'd been craving forever, and the world started to fracture around her.

  She gasped in a breath and forced her eyes open, staring up into Jared's familiar, dark gaze, the only solid thing as her body throbbed. "Jared—"

  He gripped her jaw. "Give and take, Lili."

  "Is this the give or—or—?"

  Take.

  Pleasure crashed over her, and she took it. Took every pulse, every clenching wave, and she gave in return. Her hoarse cries, her shudders, her pleas. "More, please, please—"

  Rachel guided her head forward, licking a slow path over Lili's lips a split second before Jared drove between them, into her mouth. The taste of him filled her, the last puzzle piece in an exhilarating tangle of bliss.

  She moaned around him when Cruz began to ease a finger into the aching emptiness of her body, and she whimpered when he stopped with a groan of his own. "Goddamn, she's so tight. Rachel, if I let you touch her, can you behave?"

  Her chest heaved, shaking the chains draped on her body. "Not a chance in hell, baby."

  Don't behave. She couldn't say anything, not with Jared filling her mouth, so she moaned and arched her back, begging Jared with her eyes.

  And he knew. He stroked shaking fingers over Rachel's cheek and nodded. "Go."

  Rachel smoothed her palm down Lili's back as she moved, over the flare of her hip and the curve of her ass, until her hand reached Cruz's. "Not so easy," she urged. "Give it to her."

  "Brat." Cruz's touch vanished, but then Rachel's fingers were there, smaller, softer, but still so good, and somehow she knew Cruz was guiding her, controlling her, even before his voice washed over them all. "Give her as much as she'll take."

  "Don't tempt me." But Rachel's voice was all sweet, trembling submission as she traced her fingertips over Lili's outer lips, down her slick thigh, and up again. She worked two slender fingers deep, deeper, all the way inside—and sighed, a sound full of shivering lust. "She'll take it all, and beg for more while she's still coming."

  It should have been enough to tip Lili over the edge all on its own. But it wasn't, no matter how much she squirmed, and Cruz's fingers rested stubbornly shy of where she needed them again. She made another pleading noise as Ace licked Jared's shaft a final time before kissing his way up Jared's chest, all the way to his ear.

  His strong fingers circled Jared's cock again, and he stroked from the base to Lili's lips. "Look at her, brother," he rasped, as if Jared hadn't been holding her gaze hostage all along. "So eager, so hungry to please you. Two seconds from coming on Rachel's fingers and she's still trying to suck you off. You want him to come, don't you, blue-eyes?"

  So much. More than she wanted to come herself, even though need was a sharp thing, twisting inside her. Lili made another eager noise and nodded as much as Jared's grip in her hair allowed.

  "Make him." Rachel turned her hand and curved her fingers inside Lili, sparking a dark, throbbing pressure to life. "You can, you know."

  Ace's fingers tightened. Rougher than she would have been, but Jared gritted his teeth, and his hips jerked, driving him deeper into her mouth. "Come on her tongue, and then make her come on yours."

  "Jesus fuck." Jared's fingers knotted in her hair, pulling sharply as he cupped the back of her head. Not the gentle guidance from before, but a desperate demand. "Harder. Suck me harder."

  Finally, finally he wasn't catering to her. He wasn't building a fantasy. He was trapped in his own, and she was part of it. Central to it. Her head spun, not just from Rachel's thrusting fingers, but from the knowledge that Jared was letting go, too.

  She obeyed.

  "That's it," Ace rasped, st
roking faster. "He's going to come in your mouth, Lili. Do you know what that means?"

  That what had happened the night in the bar would happen again—but Jared wouldn't be spilling over her hand this time. She tried to nod, but his fingers were tangled too tight, and the tug on her scalp made her moan.

  Jared drove into her mouth, into Ace's fist, and shuddered his release, spurting in hot jets across her tongue. She struggled to swallow, to take everything, reveling in the wild look in his eyes.

  But she only had a moment to savor it before Cruz shattered her focus with a rough nudge on her clit, timed perfectly with another thrust of Rachel's fingers. Her body lurched, her toes curling. Her elbows buckled, until only Jared's fist in her hair held her up. Then he lifted her, dug his teeth into her jaw, and growled her name.

  Everyone else fell away. It was just Jared, Jared's hands dragging her up the bed, Jared's body pushing her back until she was sprawled on the sheets, boneless and shaking. He loomed over her, his fingers demanding as he guided her legs up against her chest.

  The position left her completely open, completely vulnerable. But all that mattered were Jared's hands under her knees, his lips on her inner thigh.

  The slap of skin against skin drew her attention. Ace had his hand on Rachel's hip, rubbing a reddened spot. "Go give her something to hold on to, angel. She'll need it when he gets his tongue going."

  Rachel slipped one hand into Lili's and stroked her damp hair back from her forehead. "Jared's a tease," she murmured, "making you drift down first."

  As if there was any down. She was still floating, the tension close to unbearable but unimportant. Jared would soothe it. Her faith was so absolute that even her frustration had vanished. "I listened," she whispered, turning her face to Rachel's. "I trust him."

  The other woman's smile wavered in and out of focus as Jared finally touched Lili, gliding his tongue over her wet flesh. So wet that every slick caress was heightened, pleasure and anticipation of more pleasure crashing into one another in deep, throbbing waves.