Party of Three: A H.O.T. Cops Novel

by Lacey Alexander

  When he drew her to her feet, there was something about simply standing there with him, face-to-face, that reminded her how much bigger he was than her—it made her feel his brute masculinity all over again, and somehow in that moment, it gave her shivers. Or maybe it was the look in his eyes as he met her gaze that brought that on. He cares for me again. He wants me in a deeper way than I realized just this morning. That made everything happening now—and whatever was about to happen—mean so much more.

  “Turn around,” he told her, his expression still dark and commanding.

  She drew in a breath. Then did as he said.

  Then in one firm but smooth move, he placed one hand on her hip, cupped the other to the back of her neck, and bent her over the table until her chest pressed flat against it. It was almost forceful. But not quite. Because something in it turned her on more than she could have imagined.

  The next thing she knew, both his hands gripped her ass and then—mmm, God—he was sliding the stone column of his cock into her moisture. And that initial entry, the hot intrusion, never failed to take her breath away.

  “Fuck her mouth,” he said to Ethan.

  It made her look up at her boyfriend, still situated on the other side of the table from Rogan. His eyes remained filled with heat. Then she dropped her gaze to the perfectly erect shaft at her eye level. Maybe her way of saying, Yes, I want it. Or maybe just accepting, waiting. She didn’t even know anymore. And it really didn’t matter, either. She felt as if she’d simply become some kind of sex machine—that her body was designed for it and was today being used for it like never before. And she didn’t mind.

  As Ethan once more took his cock in hand and held it down, feeding it into her mouth, she experienced that sensation all over again as if it were something new, the sensation of being filled from both ends, stuffed full. It had happened several times today already, enough that she thought she should be used to the strange, dirty joy it brought her, but she wasn’t. It remained just as all-consuming as it had been the very first time. Nothing else existed. Only the cocks that packed her so tightly. Only the lusty pleasure.

  As both men fucked her, she felt … pleasantly controlled. It was a strange reversal from the sensation she’d experienced standing in the chair looking down on them a few minutes ago—then she’d felt like she was being worshipped, but this was like being taken. And she loved both equally.

  “Mmm, babe,” Rogan murmured as he pounded that big shaft so firmly into her, over and over, “you’re being such a bad little girl this weekend. Think I’m gonna have to give you a spanking. The regular kind this time.”

  The fact that her mouth was full kept her from needing to answer, but she’d already been moaning and whimpering around Ethan’s dick, and now she heard herself let out an even more desperate, welcoming sound in response. Back when they’d been together, Rogan used to spank her while he was fucking her from behind. They’d never even talked about it, but now she remembered that she’d timidly liked it, liked that it felt a little kinky and naughty to her, liked the way the smacks on her ass had reverberated all through her body.

  And mmm—as he landed the first slap on her bottom, she sobbed around Ethan’s penis, then sucked it harder. Oh—she really had liked this; maybe she’d forgotten just how much.

  Each stinging blow of his palm vibrated through her like hot, tiny aftershocks that echoed all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes even as he continued plunging deep, deep, deep into her wet cunt. She somehow felt it resonating even through her lips, stretched so wide and tight around Ethan’s sturdy length. It intensified everything until, like so many other times today, she simply gave herself over to it and let herself get lost in the heady pleasure.

  Caught up and consumed by all that was taking place, Ethan looked down, watching where his cock entered Mira’s soft mouth. Damn, she was amazing—and he couldn’t remember a time ever when he’d been aroused in quite this same way, with quite the same dark, ferocious intensity he’d experienced this weekend.

  And when he let his gaze wander down the curve of her back and over those naughty panties he’d given her to see Rogan driving into her from behind—and spanking her, too, which she seemed to like—aw hell. He wasn’t sure what was happening here.

  Yeah, he’d never been more excited in his life, and yet somehow, again, Rogan had assumed control of this situation. Damn, he couldn’t help thinking this was like that hostage situation all over again—Rogan just couldn’t help taking charge of things. And he still wasn’t sure why that disturbed him so much; this was about her pleasure, after all—nothing else. But something felt different about Rogan than it had last night.

  The two of them had never talked about this part beforehand, about who would control the sex—he hadn’t wanted to be that rigid, impose rules on it. Yet maybe he’d just assumed Rogan would behave more the way he had the previous evening—hanging back, following along, letting Ethan take the lead. But shit, this is Rogan. He should have been more prepared for that. Because—yeah, thinking back on their time together in the academy, he was remembering more and more—Rogan didn’t let anyone else take the lead if he felt like taking it.

  Ethan couldn’t help thinking back to other points in the day—those points when he’d begun to feel a little jealous. And he’d thought he could handle that if it arose—he’d thought through it long and hard before inviting Rogan here, and he’d imagined various scenarios and how they might make him feel. And so far, he thought he’d done pretty damn well with it—a little jealousy here and there, but mostly, he’d enjoyed sharing her, enjoyed giving her that much pleasure, enjoyed the intense openness and intimacy this required.

  Now, though … maybe it was just the cumulative effect of the day or something, but warring with the brain-numbing lust and excitement coursing through his veins was a growing irritation that had him clenching his teeth. A disgruntlement he could blame only on Rogan’s quiet way of, ultimately, always doing whatever he damn well felt like. Maybe he should have thought long and hard about it before including in this little party a guy who didn’t always play by the rules, written or unwritten.

  Or … maybe it was simpler than that. Maybe it just suddenly seemed important to Ethan that he be the one she needed more.

  And maybe it was time he made it clear—to all fucking three of them—who was gonna control the sex here.

  It wasn’t his usual way to be a hard-ass about much of anything. In the courtroom, yeah, sure, and when he’d been a cop, he’d definitely known how to assert his authority—but in everyday life, with Mira, his friends, his family, he was pretty damn easygoing. Only this … well, this wasn’t everyday life. And something about it—at least in this particular moment—had quit feeling very much like a gift to Mira and more like Rogan taking what Rogan wanted, all for Rogan, like he didn’t give a shit about what anyone else might need.

  So … hell. Yeah, it was time to assert some goddamn authority here and remind Rogan who’d thrown this party and exactly whose girl he was fucking.

  When he withdrew his cock from Mira’s mouth, she let out a small noise of distress, and as he rounded the table, he felt her surprised, confused look. But he spared her only a quick glance, because he was on a mission now.

  Stepping up to Rogan, he said, “My turn.”

  Chapter 14

  Rogan stopped driving into her, looked up at Ethan. Their eyes met.

  And there was a moment when Ethan began to wonder if Rogan was going to protest—but then he silently extracted his dick and stepped back from the table.

  Good.

  Right now Ethan felt possessive; he needed to be in charge. He needed to be the center of Mira’s world for a little while.

  She whimpered needfully as he moved in behind her, glancing down to where Rogan’s cock had just been. Her pussy had, of course, contracted, but was still visibly open, and above, her anus appeared puffy, swollen.

  “You want more, baby?” he asked, his voice coming uni
ntentionally low and deep.

  “Yes,” she said, still sounding beautifully desperate, hotly needy. And when he didn’t push his way inside her that very second, she added, “Please.” Something about the word sent a wave of fresh heat cascading through his entire body. And it came with something he’d never experienced with Mira before—the urge to make her beg. Just a little.

  He found himself stepping up close behind her bent-over body, letting his erection nestle in the valley of her ass—and then nothing more.

  Her body tensed. And then she even began to move a little, sliding her soft flesh along his length. But he stayed still. Teasing her.

  In front of him, her distress grew evident, especially when she sucked in her breath and let out a another heartfelt, “Please, E. Please.”

  Part of him felt bad for how anxious she sounded, but another part liked it, liked making her need him, liked knowing he had what she wanted so much. And it didn’t matter to him at the moment whether it was him she craved or just any cock in general to fill her—but he liked being the provider either way, the filler of needs, the only man who could soothe her longings right now because he’d just deemed it that way.

  Am I mad at her? Am I mad that she wants Rogan as much as she wants me? Am I mad that she obeys his every word without flinching?

  And he knew the answers to each of those questions as quickly as they flashed through his head. No, no, and … maybe. He’d come here knowing that sharing her meant giving her permission to want her old lover, to enjoy him, to even enjoy them equally. But maybe seeing her respond so readily to Rogan’s dominance had begun to sting just a little.

  Ethan had never been that way with Mira—it just wasn’t part of their sex. But if she was going to be so receptive to commands from Rogan—hell, then she was going to have to start being the same way for him now, too.

  So he still didn’t rush. And even as he ached to fuck her brains out, it excited him further to keep holding back, playing this new little game he’d just created. Taking his hard dick between fingers and thumb, he wiggled it back and forth between her ass cheeks, making her pant a little, then he slid it slowly up the center and back, like playing two long, mournful notes on a violin.

  “Ethan, please. Please fuck me. You’re killing me.”

  “Tell me how much you want it,” he demanded.

  And she didn’t hesitate. “I want it so, so bad. Please, I need your cock filling me up, fucking me hard. I can’t stand it. I feel so empty now.”

  Mmm, God. The object of her desire had somehow just managed to stiffen a little more at her words. And though he’d anticipated all the strange, new, intimate bonds the two of them would build this weekend, he hadn’t imagined this one: that maybe she wanted him to be a little rougher, more controlling, more dominant. And that maybe he could even get into making her submit, making her beg. Unlike Rogan, neither his nor Mira’s personality fell naturally into either of those slots, so he’d never even considered the idea that such games could turn them on. But he was finding out otherwise. One more surprise at Mira’s birthday party.

  “Tell me you want my big, hard cock ramming into you,” he heard himself say—and his dick tightened even further at his own command.

  “I do,” she whimpered. “I want your big, hard cock ramming into me more than anything. I have to have it, E. I’m begging you. Please, baby. Please.”

  The rush of heat that had swept over Ethan a minute ago now settled into a comfortable warmth—he was finally ready to give her what she needed, and the fact was, he would enjoy it more for having made her beg.

  Positioning the head of his dick at the moist opening still slightly parted from before, he curled his fingers slowly into her ass and whispered, “Ready, baby?”

  “God, yes!”

  She sounded so impatient now that it almost amused him, made him happy to at last give her what she craved. Then he drove into her—deep, rough.

  The sound she emitted held both shock and pleasure. He didn’t usually do that, either, enter her pussy so very forcefully—but he knew she was wet and well-primed enough at the moment to take it.

  And after that, he didn’t hesitate to fuck her, pounding relentlessly into that soft flesh that held him like a tight, moist glove. He loved the wild little cry she let out at each hard stroke he delivered, loved feeling how much hot pleasure he was giving her. Him right now, not Rogan. And he truly was enjoying sharing her this weekend, on many levels, but right now that felt like an important distinction—right now, it was just him and her, nobody else. Yeah, he might be sharing her, but he still needed that special connection with her, still needed to know he was the guy she was thinking about, loving, through all of this.

  After he thought he’d nearly fucked her senseless, he eventually went still, taking a break, for both their sakes. Neither of them spoke, but as he leaned over, resting close to her, skin to skin, and resting inside her, too, he felt what he wanted to: that link that went beyond sex but was strengthened by sex.

  Once he’d regained some energy, he stood upright, pulled his dick from her sweet body, and then gently turned her over and took her hands, helping her to sit up.

  She looked … well fucked, her skin shiny and sticky from cheesecake, bits of it clinging to the naughty lavender lingerie he’d bought her, her hair messy, her eyes tired yet vibrant and a little wild. And he thought she was beautiful, as beautiful as he’d ever seen her—maybe just in a different way.

  Following the softest urge he’d had in a while, he leaned in for a slow, gentle kiss, just letting his mouth linger on hers. Then he closed his hands over her hips and drew her to the very edge of the table, after which he slowly spread her legs until they were as far apart as they could go.

  He looked down, took in her pussy, still surrounded by butterfly wings.

  “Let’s take these off you,” he said on impulse then, touching the fabric at her hip. They were pretty, and sexy as hell, but in his mind the time for them had passed. He just wanted her naked now, natural. Things had turned raw quite a while ago, and somehow lace and chiffon just didn’t make sense here anymore.

  She didn’t argue or ask why, just put her legs back together and lifted her ass to let him pull them off. When they were gone, he reached for the straps on her faux bra, and she helped by reaching behind her back to unhook it.

  “Spread for me,” he gently commanded and she re-parted her thighs, as wide as possible, just like he’d had her before.

  Yeah, looking at her pussy now—this was what he’d wanted to see a moment ago, all that tender flesh unfettered, unbound. “So pretty,” he told her, studying her there.

  He kept his eyes on her cunt but sensed her looking, too, maybe wanting to see it in the same way he did.

  Leaning in closer, he nudged his still erect dick at the opening in her pink folds and watched—as well as felt—it slide easily in. They both let out heated sighs. Her pussy cushioned his length from all sides, warm and slick.

  As he began to fuck her again, this time he did it slowly, letting his cock slide in, then back out, lingering, feeling each languorous inch of the glide. “Watch,” he told her. “Watch me going in and out of you.”

  It was around this time that he became aware of Rogan in his peripheral vision—he stood a foot or so away, and he was watching, too, still part of this. And that was okay. It had to be. Inside, he might want it to be just the two of them right now, but he’d chosen to make it so that there were three instead, and he could deal with it. In fact … you wouldn’t be here like this, in this exact place, feeling this exact intimacy with her, if Rogan weren’t here.

  And even with Rogan present, he still remained in control of what was happening now—and he liked feeling that. Despite having let Rogan control their sex for a while, he’d still simply … never felt closer to her than he did right at this moment, after everything they’d shared so far on this weekend getaway.

  “Baby, it was so hot coming in your mouth today,” he told her w
ithout weighing it. God, she’d really let him do that. Finally. He looked her in the eye, spoke slowly, deeply, from the heart. “I want all of you, every part of you, Mira, in every way.”

  He continued to move his cock smoothly in and out of her slit at an almost achingly slow pace, but now their gazes were locked on each other instead of what took place below. “You have all of me. I promise.” Her voice slid like silk over his skin.

  And he couldn’t fight the notion that maybe she knew what he was thinking, feeling—that she understood he’d gotten a little jealous of Rogan.

  But whether she did or whether she didn’t, that promise of hers reassured him, made him relax. And … maybe it even served to remind him that this—this weekend, all this sex—was all about her, was supposed to be about her pleasure and nothing else. And that maybe he’d overreacted to Rogan’s take-charge attitude.

  He had all of her, after all. Everything was fine here.

  “What do you want right now, honey? Anything at all—it’s yours. Anything you want to do, anything you want to feel—just name it.” And he meant it. His little spurt of envy was past. Rogan’s personality sometimes just didn’t allow for putting other people first, thinking about anyone else’s needs. He should be used to that by now, and he shouldn’t have invited him to be part of this little threesome if he couldn’t handle that.

  So now he just kept his gaze on Mira, urging her to tell him her deepest desires, whatever they may be. And he was going to do his best to make them a reality.

  His pretty girl—who’d gone from shy lover to wild wanton and back again today, many times already—now blushed a little. It touched his heart in that moment to see that—it reminded him that no matter what happened here, no matter what she experienced, she was still his sweet Mira; they were both still the same people they’d always been. It took more than a weekend of wild sex to change who you were deep inside. And he’d known that from the start or he never would have suggested this anyway.