by Rhea Regale
They clinked glasses. Summer savored the flavor of the dry wine, delighting in the silky texture as it ran over her tongue and slid down her throat. Immediately, her muscles relaxed, and the prominent throb in her clit eased slightly.
“We expect better composure from you, sweetheart,” Carter said, lowering his glass and folding his hands over his charger. His blue eyes, clouded with turbulent lust, leveled on her and her blood sizzled. She saw the wild hunger in his expression, a charming mask hiding what she had learned to see so many years ago. The wetness building along her pussy made her shift. Maybe her choice of panties wasn’t the best. These two might make her soak right through her skirt.
Carter pressed his lips together and turned his attention on Braden. “What are the parameters? We can’t touch her, but she can touch us. If she comes before we get home, it’s going to be a long, torturous night for her. Want to add a little more spice to the game?”
Braden’s lips curled and the air thickened with sexual mischief. Summer licked her lips, pressing her shoulders back. Her bra was growing uncomfortable, the restraint unyielding to her swelling mounds. Her nipples pressed into the padding, sending dull sparks of pleasure coiling into her belly.
“What’re you thinkin’?” Braden asked.
Carter tapped the tips of his fingers over his charger. “I seem to remember how much naughty talk can work her up until she takes pleasure into her own hands.” He pointed that heart-fluttering blue gaze on her. “You’re not allowed to touch yourself in any provocative way. If you must use the restroom, you have three minutes to do so, from the time you leave this table to the time you return. One of us will walk you to the door. You will remain seated between us at all times, unless one of us is to leave your side for personal reasons. You will answer any question asked of you, in detail, and in a conversational manner. Do you agree with these final terms?”
Summer licked her lips. She loved the way Carter’s voice caressed her mind. She loved the many facets of passion he possessed. So much like Braden, who appeared far more pleased with Carter’s suggestions than Carter himself. If she had anything to guess, she’d guess he was still a little perturbed that she laid down a no-touch policy.
“Very well. I agree.”
“At any time, we can stop this.”
“Yes. I know.”
“Good.”
Carter took a sip of his wine and gave a slight nod of his head. Braden swirled the deep red liquid in his glass, his gaze hovering on her like a hungry predator waiting for the right moment to strike.
“We’ll be seein’ how well you behave tonight. You and I both know how misbehaved you were the other day,” Braden said. He twitched a finger between Carter and himself. “You lost it with one man, and tonight you’ll have two.”
A sly grin quirked at the corners of her mouth. “Just the thought is makin’ my mouth water.”
Summer anticipated the moment the vibrator sprung to life, tickling her clit while her agreement to their terms left her stiff in her seat. She cupped the wineglass between her two hands, her fingers trembling as the tiny toy snug in her wet slit wrung her tighter and tighter. Two servers came by with their appetizers, taking their time to rearrange the table to fit the plates.
“Are you hot, sweetheart? Your cheeks are quite rosy,” Carter taunted. Summer caught the curious glance from the server.
“A little, I suppose,” Summer answered with a slow wink. She pressed her shoulders back, trying to focus on anything but the stimulating peck of the vibrator making her clit a swollen mess of sparking nerves. The V of her sweater pulled down slightly, exposing a little more cleavage. Braden’s eyes turned stormy. He took a healthy drink from his glass. “Probably should’ve worn somethin’ a little less…constricting.”
The vibrator quieted, and not a moment too soon. Her entire pussy throbbed like a maddening jackhammer about ready to break good ground. She concentrated on controlling her breaths before her lack of oxygen left her dizzy. After a long sip of wine, she lowered it to the table with care not to knock it over with her unsteady hands.
Braden scooped a portion of bacon-wrapped scallops onto her plate and drizzled the creamy sauce over the top. He chuckled as she stared at the delicious smelling food. All she could see was primitive shapes, cuffs, thick cream…
“I’m in trouble,” she whispered.
Carter dipped his fork and scraped a bit of the sauce from the scallop. He held the prongs at her lips and arched a brow. “You want to learn what real trouble is, sweetheart? Lick that sauce off like you’re sucking our cocks.”
Summer pursed her lips, testing the lemony flavor, then slowly flicking her tongue out to lick the prongs clean one by one.
“Mmm. Such a wonderful flavor, but I still prefer the real thing,” Summer said. She brought a single finger to her mouth and sucked it between her lips, holding Carter’s gaze steady. The corner of his lips twitched. “I’m sure you boys would much rather have me licking cream from a particular part of your anatomy rather than some gourmet sauce from a fork.”
Braden leaned close to her, using the cool back of his spoon against the side of her chin to draw her attention from Carter to settle on him. “You’re drawin’ a nice, curious set of onlookers. You have yet to learn what real trouble is, but keep it up and we’ll be sure to indulge you in that delectable world.”
Chapter Sixteen
Trouble was a nicety. What Carter and Braden forced her to endure was maddening.
Curious stares burned at her back as Carter and Braden escorted her from the restaurant that unofficially got a dose of Ryder foreplay at its most discreet. Moisture coated her thighs along her seam. The small vibrator teased her overstimulated clit with each step, sending dull shocks through her electrified nerve endings. Her three-minute bathroom trip left her tiptoeing the brink of temptation to cure the engorged flesh of her pussy, but she rather enjoyed this brutally delicious torture.
A thin film of perspiration coated the valley between her breasts. The cold night air licked along that path, hardening her nipples until she wanted to tear off her restraining bra.
Braden opened the passenger door for her and she climbed in, pressing her rear out to give him a nice view of her suede-covered ass. His fingers curled around the doorframe, his nostrils flaring. She drew a sexy smile to her lips then settled in the center seat as he climbed in behind her. Carter slipped behind the wheel, grazing a hungry look over her before bringing the engine to life.
“Want to grab a drink at Ride’em?” Carter asked.
“You’re gonna prolong this prelude to fun?” Summer asked. Braden clicked his tongue against the roof of his mouth.
“Now that you mention it, I think that sounds like a plan,” Braden said. He leaned over Summer and nibbled Carter’s earlobe. Summer groaned at the sight, wanting that attention, craving Braden’s teeth against her flesh, starved for Carter’s touch becoming reacquainted with her body. “See, she didn’t mention anythin’ about keepin’ our hands off each other. Just her.”
Carter laughed in that hot caramel way that could instantly melt bone and steel. He tipped his head enough to catch her watching them as Braden’s mouth slipped off his ear and nibbled down his jaw. His hand slipped to the back of Braden’s neck, his fingers weaving into the man’s sandy hair. Summer caught the faintest of dark smiles casting a shadow over Carter’s mouth before his eyes closed and he kissed Braden.
Summer moaned, the enveloping scents of Carter and Braden intoxicating her every sense. She restrained the urge to grab their cocks and give them a little taste of what they were doing to her. Never had she seen two men kiss, and never could she imagine the sight of Carter and Braden locked in a sun-melting dual for control over their kiss lighting her on fire to this degree. Seeing firsthand the raw depth of their passion, the same passion they shared with her, sealed away any doubt she may have held about their feelings toward her coming into this night.
“Enough, enough. You’re not bein’ ver
y considerate,” Summer scolded on a thick wave that resonated in her throat. Braden pulled back and looked down at her, his lips moist and swollen. Carter backed out of the parking spot before Braden had seated himself and drove at a dangerous speed toward the Casanova’s old stomping ground.
* * * *
The tension pulsed as deft and sharp as the beat of the music in Ride’em Cowboy. Tonight was the bar’s dance club frenzy, and the floor was filled with wild customers dancing in provocative ways. Beer bottles and wineglasses clanked and sloshed over heads. The fog from the machines at the end of the stage cast a dream-like air about the place, the colorful strobe lights distorted within the milky clouds.
Carter leaned into her ear once Braden left the table to grab them another round of beers. Nothing but his breath touched her flesh. “You seemed uncomfortable on the ride over.”
Summer’s attention flew over to him, barely missing his lips with the tip of her nose. He leaned back slightly, his dark-lash-lined eyes drinking in her face despite the lack of light. One of his arms draped over the back of the booth, the other rested over the table top. Every ounce of heat and power held her in a luxurious embrace without physically touching her. His confident smirk stoked her inner flame.
“I think you’d be uncomfortable if you were subjected to that hungry kiss without bein’ given a kiss yourself,” she said, twisting in the seat. She pushed onto one knee and dipped her mouth to Carter’s cheek, giving him a nice view down her sweater, if he could see much beyond shadows. “I’ve got a vibrator licking my clit at the whim of whoever is holdin’ the remote. I’ve got a plug in my ass, preparin’ my body for what you two plan to do to me tonight. I’m so damn wet, Carter, that my thighs are covered in juice and my pussy is itchin’ ferociously, and I have to sit and behave while you two are suckin’ face.”
“Sweetheart, you’re the one who laid down the no-touch-me rule.”
Yes, she had, and she was beginning to regret it.
She allowed her shoulders to cave, lowering to Carter’s eye level. Oh, she recognized that smoky glow. This might be a game for the three of them, but he suffered as much as she. His nostrils flared and his lips drew taut, his jaw shifting as he ground his teeth. Slowly, she opened her mouth and allowed her breaths to pass through her lips, tracing the scar down his cheek to the solid line of his jaw. She pressed one hand to his shoulder, absorbing the tension in his hard muscles as she lowered her mouth along his throat. His sharp breaths hit her hair at a speedy rate.
“I have my own plans, cowboy. I know what gets you. I’ve tied your hands, forbiddin’ you to touch me until later,” Summer cooed. She slipped her free hand down his side, teasing his flat stomach to his belt. His breaths hitched. “Oh, yeah. I can touch you all I want, and there’s nothin’ you can do to stop me.”
She worked open the belt, flicking out her tongue to trace the firm tendon at the base of his throat. A deep growl rumbled up from his chest. The taste of his skin after all this time made her shiver. Clean and masculine with the subtle hint of salt brought back a swell of memories. His shoulder tensed beneath her fingers. She threaded open his button, unzipped his fly, and eased her burning fingers into his jeans.
She slid against him, lowering herself to her rear. Turning her mouth up to his ear, she whispered, “Ah, I found what I’ve been missin’ all these years.”
Another primal sound floated up from his rapidly rising and falling chest. Summer thumbed the wide crown of Carter’s dick, spreading his warm cream in slow circles, working her way down his head. His fingers curl into a fist against the tabletop.
“How do you feel havin’ me stroke your cock while you’re sittin’ in the middle of this club, all these people around us, so close to us?” Summer asked. She gave his ear a playful tug. “At any moment, someone might bump into our table and see me playin’ with you.”
“You wicked angel,” Carter said, his voice a charged husk that spiraled down her body, strumming every nerve fiber in its path. He moistened his lips and caught her eyes in a heady deadlock. “Be very, very careful. I’ve been dreaming of you for years, waiting for this moment, to feel you touch me, to have your scent fill my head, to hear that sexy voice of yours. I’m a madman, Summer. Mad over you.”
Summer teased her upper lip with the tip of her tongue. Carter groaned, his gaze shifting over her shoulder. She wrapped her fingers around his solid erection, riding his length to the hilt.
The merciless jolt of the vibrator rushed her. She gasped, breathing out a low moan that spread over Carter’s neck. The seat next to her sank, and long necks plopped on the table. Summer rolled away from Carter, against the booth, dropping her head back.
“Oh God, boys. I’m not makin’ it if you keep playin’ that damn thing on high speed,” Summer warned on ragged breaths. She arched her hips off the seat and lazily looked at Braden. He jutted his chin toward Carter.
“We may have agreed you’re allowed to touch us, but remember we’re the ones who’ll keep you in your place.” Braden lifted a brow, lowering his bottle to her cleavage. The icy cold moisture squeezed a shriek from her. “Aw baby. Did that cool your fire a bit?”
“Angel, remove your hand from my jeans,” Carter requested in an awfully calm tone.
“I ain’t turnin’ your clit teaser off until you listen to him,” Braden said. Summer watched Braden through half mast eyes, mind-splitting bliss swelling at a break-neck speed. Braden tapped the small remote on the table. “Your choice, but you know you’ll only suffer more if you give in to that sweet rush that’s about to come over you.”
Summer pulled her hand away from Carter’s cock and held desperately to the edge of the table with both hands. “Okay, okay.” Summer dropped her head to her arms. “Please, Braden. Make it stop.”
Braden obliged her plea. She kept her head forward, gasping for air as her body trembled with the violent anticipation of an explosive release that never hit. She watched in a haze as Carter casually fixed his jeans. The cool glass of her long neck nudged her fingertips.
“Have a drink, baby.” Summer lifted her head on weak muscles and took the bottle from Braden. “We’re not gonna break you.”
She lifted the bottle to her lips and guzzled down a good portion of the cold brew. “It sure feels like you’re breakin’ me. Splittin’ me apart.” Settling back, Summer pointed the bottle to the remote Braden still tapped against the table. “You’ve had it all this time?”
“We’ve been switching when you weren’t looking,” Carter said. “Bray, last round and we’re out. I don’t know about you, but I’m growing tired of the prelude. I’ve waited five years. Fuck the rules. You know they’re good as broken with me.”
“You’ve been controlling yourself quite admirably,” Braden praised. “How long have we been draggin’ this out? Two hours?” Braden slid the remote across the table. Carter snatched it up and pocketed it. Summer arched a brow.
“My turn,” he said loud enough to be heard over the music, but low enough for those two words to impale their promise in her.
“I haven’t begged for a thing tonight. I’m beggin’ you not to toy with me anymore,” Summer whined. “Please.”
“Are you not enjoying this?” he asked.
Summer shook her head. “I’m enjoyin’ it plenty, but I want to enjoy more.” She dropped her eyes deliberately to the bulge in his jeans.
“Summer rarely begs for anythin’,” Braden said over her shoulder. She looked back at him. The temptation of his nearness almost brought her to kiss those smirking lips before they curled around the lip of his beer bottle. “She usually takes.”
“That hasn’t changed, has it?” Carter said. “Finish up. We’re leaving.”
Chapter Seventeen
Braden couldn’t be harder had someone poured cement over his cock. He loved taking control when it came to the bedroom, but even he was growing impatient. He ached, hurt, and wanted nothing more than to tear clothing off Summer and Carter and throw them both down in t
he bed.
Carter wasn’t the only one who waited five years for this night.
He locked the apartment door and found Carter giving the simple studio unit a thoughtful look over.
“I’ll take your coats,” Braden offered. Summer gladly handed hers over without hesitation. Carter, on the other hand, made a damn show of letting his coat drift down his arms, one side falling free of his hand. He stepped up to Braden and held out his arm. Braden removed the burdensome material and hung their coats on the coat rack. “How bad are you hurtin’?”
“Pretty damn bad,” Carter said, giving Braden’s chin a playful tweak with two fingers. “Our woman seems eager to be cuffed.”
Summer leaned against the table, spinning the leather cuffs around a finger. She pushed to her stilettoed feet and sauntered over to them, holding the cuffs out for Braden.
“I know how much you get off restraining me, but I have one thing to do before you take away my freedom,” Summer said. Her throaty voice could undo him in a flash, the silky husk reminding him how delightful she felt humming around his cock. He caught the cuffs as she let them fall from her finger and disappeared into the bathroom.
Carter angled his body between him and Summer’s path. “How did you manage to open her up to cuffs?”
“Slowly,” Braden said, stepping into Carter. He slipped his hands beneath the thermal shirt and began to lift it up Carter’s steely body. “Very.” He molded his hands around Carter’s pecs, over the smooth planes to his shoulders. “Slowly.” Carter lifted his arms and Braden removed the shirt entirely. “She’s open to more than cuffs.”
Carter’s dark, primal grin made his cock twitch. His lover ran his fingers along the line of buttons down his chest, igniting sparks of pleasure as he plucked each button open with ease. “You’ve always been the adventurous lover.”