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

by Lacey Alexander

  And he’d wanted it to be simple—this simple living out of her fantasy. He’d wanted it to be easy and hot and fun. Yet the truth he couldn’t reject now was that maybe it all came with … a certain darkness, too. A darkness that revolved around sex and lust and pushing boundaries. A darkness within him that he’d … shoved on to her, without warning, as she’d said.

  And that’s when it struck him: He’d actually thought a threesome could be simple. He was a lawyer, he’d been trained to think in logical ways—and yet that very thought suddenly seemed like a contradiction in terms. Threesome. Simple. The two words just didn’t make sense together.

  So maybe he’d been unwittingly asking for this. Maybe it was … some kind of cosmic punishment for wanting to bring this kind of forbidden excitement into their lives. Maybe, even though he’d wanted it for her, maybe he’d wanted it even more for him. More than he’d ever been willing to admit to himself until this moment.

  So maybe it was his own fault he’d just found his girlfriend grinding against another guy’s dick.

  And still, when he tried to look at it that way—remembering the naughty grind, the hot, happy encounter he’d seen taking place—hell, the sting of betrayal came right back, piercing his soul all over again.

  And though, both as a cop and a lawyer, he’d gotten pretty practiced at controlling his emotions, showing only what he chose to any given moment—right now he wasn’t holding back what he felt. So when he spoke, it came out gruff. “Look, I know I started this, I know it’s my own fucking fault he’s here, but now … damn it, Mira, now I just need to fucking know you belong to me!”

  She looked a little startled by his tone, and despite himself, it pleased him. “I do belong to you, Ethan! You know that! I do!”

  He drew in a breath, let it back out. Tried to let it calm down the ferocious anger still tightening his chest. It didn’t work, but when he replied, his answer at least came out lower, quieter. “That’s not enough. I need to feel it.”

  At which she looked confused, bereft. And pretty as hell still standing there in that bright pink cami and black panties. “How can I make you feel it?” she asked.

  As the dense woods seemed to wrap around them a little tighter in lush green isolation, that same darkness he’d acknowledged a moment ago came wafting back, seeming to settle over him in a heavy mist, something he almost felt covering his skin. It was the darkness that had first nibbled at him when he’d come up with this idea, this birthday party for her—it was the same darkness that he’d experienced in a deeper, more direct way last night when it had been Rogan’s actions who’d made him feel so possessive and hungry. And now he experienced its power again, forcing him, one more time, to open himself up and accept what he really wanted. Hell, who knew—maybe he’d always wanted it in some hidden corner of his soul. God knew something inside him had put all this into motion.

  Whatever the case, he wanted it now. And he couldn’t see any other way than to just be honest, put it out there. Despite the new truths he’d just discovered about her still having feelings for Rogan, he couldn’t refute that this weekend had been all about honesty—sexual honesty to be exact—and here was some more. “Maybe I need … to be a little rough with you. Maybe I need to make you beg a little.” Something thickened his throat as he spoke—he thought it was lust. “Maybe I need to feel what I felt last night when I fucked you on that table—like you’re all mine, no matter what it takes. Like the harder I fuck you, the more mine you become.”

  At first, he thought she appeared a little frightened. That he could say something like that. But then he realized that, at the same time, she looked … excited. Aroused as hell, in fact. Then she said, “Whatever you want.”

  Whatever you want.

  That’s what she’d said.

  And he was going to take it to heart.

  He hadn’t come here knowing he could ever be turned on by being so dominant—hell, that role fit Rogan, was Rogan, and he saw the two of them as opposites in many ways. But maybe in this way they were more alike than he’d ever suspected.

  Because right now the idea of having power over her—emotional as much as sexual—had his cock hard and throbbing behind his zipper. He wanted her undying devotion, and her willingness to do anything it took to prove it. And he was still pissed. And putting those factors together made it so he didn’t even try to fight it.

  “Then get on your knees and suck my cock.” It came in a low, firm command.

  And though there was a part of him that waited for her to look a little horrified, or maybe even tell him to go to hell—because this was not a game they’d ever played before, and at the moment it didn’t feel much like a game—she simply let out a quiet breath, stepped forward, and sank gently to her knees in the soft earth beside the old stone well.

  He inhaled sharply as she reached up to undo his jeans, the look in her eyes … downright loving, giving.

  But when she pulled down his briefs, hooking them under his balls, then boldly took his erection in her hand, her expression changed to one he’d seen many times this weekend—she was suddenly the hungry animal who needed to be fed.

  As she lowered her mouth over him in one long, wet descent, a groan rumbled up from his gut.

  “Look at me,” he told her, and she raised her eyes, and in spite of the gnawing ache still clawing its way down through him amid this fresh pleasure, he knew he would forgive her. Was forgiving her, this very moment.

  She moved his dick in and out of her tender mouth with a skill and enthusiasm that soon almost made it difficult to keep on his feet. She’d always been good at giving a blow job, but the undeniable fact was—she’d gotten even better at it this weekend with so much practice. “Aw baby, yeah. Don’t stop, keep going. You suck me so, so good.” And with that, he reached down, ran his fingers through her hair, and held on to her head lightly without controlling her moves. He had enough power already right now and she did a damn fine job without him guiding her mouth. He couldn’t imagine it feeling any better.

  Mira was nearly overwhelmed with emotion. So much had happened in the past fifteen minutes that she could barely fathom it. And now she was on her knees in the dirt, proving her love after having him demand it of her, and … God, to her surprise, she was excited. More excited than she could have predicted or could even really understand.

  Lord, this was a new side of Ethan—even more commanding than he’d been for a little while last night. And though she’d never known she wanted anything like this from him, it had her aroused beyond words. She had definitely developed a new appreciation for sucking a man’s cock this weekend, but at the moment she truly reveled in bringing Ethan pleasure. She delighted in having submitted to him at his demand. And she felt like just one more wild-growing thing in the forest.

  What did it mean that she wanted him to control her a little? She had no idea. But she didn’t care. And … maybe it was just a little kinkiness. And as Rogan had once taught her, she liked a little kinkiness.

  Maybe, until this weekend, she’d forgotten that. Ethan had, from the start, always seemed so much more like her than Rogan ever had. Ethan was the guy next door, the one you took home to meet your mother. And after Rogan had led her down a few hot and marginally kinky paths and then broken her heart—well, Ethan’s clean cut, aboveboard image had appealed immensely. Especially when she’d learned how drop dead hot and sexy a clean cut and aboveboard guy could be.

  But now … now that was changing. And as she slid her lips, warm and moist, up and down his erection, she realized that she loved the change. That as strange as it seemed in her own civilized mind, she was somehow falling a little more in love with Ethan this very moment.

  The longer she moved her mouth over him, though, the more her pussy ached, felt empty, needy. That should have been impossible given how ridiculously much sex she’d enjoyed and endured in less than forty-eight hours, but it hungered to be filled the same way her mouth currently was.

  Finally, una
ble to stand it anymore, she extracted his rigid length from her lips and, peering needfully up at him, said, “Please fuck me now.”

  For a second, he stunned her, looking doubtful and still demanding, like maybe he wasn’t quite ready for her to start calling any shots here. But finally he said, voice still rough, “Turn around.”

  Okay, she could do that—no problem. And she was so painfully eager right now that she’d truly do whatever he asked. Both to earn his forgiveness and faith—and to get the fucking she so desperately needed in this moment.

  So she wordlessly shifted on her knees until she faced away from him. Before her sat the wishing well that was beginning to feel like some sort of strange magnet to her.

  “Push your panties down,” he demanded. When she rushed to do so, fresh air struck the sensitive flesh of her cunt, leaving it all the more tingly and ready.

  “Now bend over. I want you on your hands and knees. And arch your back to show me that pretty pussy.”

  Happily, she braced herself, her fingers digging slightly into the soft soil, here sprinkled with bits of ivy. Arching as requested, she felt the opening between her legs growing still wetter, knowing that Ethan was studying it now, and that she was putting it on display for him. She had the sensation that it gaped wide with want.

  “Is that naughty little pussy craving my cock?” he asked.

  Oh God—she’d thought he would finally do it now, thrust himself inside her! She was going crazy with need. “Yes,” she said, nearly breathless.

  “Tell me how badly you want to be fucked, Mira.”

  She let out a shaky breath. She sort of wanted to kill him. But she also felt the arousal inside her climb even higher as she said, “I want to be fucked so, so much, E. I think I want to be fucked more in this moment than I ever have before.” Facing the stone well with Ethan behind her, she found herself clenching her teeth as her desperation increased. “I want you inside me! I want you to fill me up!”

  “Beg,” he said simply then. “Beg me to fuck you.”

  She didn’t hesitate. “Please! Please, please, please, baby. Please fill me with that perfect cock. Please fuck me senseless. I need you so bad! I beg of you to fuck me hard!” Now she only prayed he would finally give in and deliver what she yearned for before she collapsed in a heap of roiling frustration.

  And then—oh, oh God—she finally sensed him dropping to the earth behind her, heard the soft mmmph of his knees landing in the dirt, and then his hands molded to her hips and she knew hot bliss was near. Yes, yes, almost!

  “God, please,” she added to her appeals. Now not because he’d told her to beg but simply because she needed it so horribly, wildly much and each second she waited was pure torture.

  When the column of stone that was Ethan’s erection came to rest on her ass, she shivered with delight. “Please, please,” she whispered mindlessly now. Her cunt practically dripped with raging need.

  Behind her, she heard him draw in his breath sharply. “Tell me why I should give this cock to such a bad little girl.”

  She could barely talk through her panting breaths now. “Because I’m sorry and I love you! Because you’ve punished me enough! Because I need you so bad!” God, what would it take? Was he somehow just teasing her and not planning to follow through? Was this all some sick, cruel game to punish her further still? And if so … God, was he really not going to forgive her? Was it really … over? Ruined? Done? “Ethan …” she began helplessly, without quite knowing what more she could say or do now.

  And that’s when he positioned the tip of his dick at her pussy and drove it into her, deep.

  Chapter 18

  She cried out at the most gloriously welcome intrusion of her entire life.

  And then, immersed in her cunt to the hilt, he went still for a minute, just letting them both savor it, absorb it. She drank in the wonder of how it felt to have him back inside her where he belonged, shadowed by the cool green canopy of the woods.

  And then—oh God, yes—he began to thrust, thrust, thrust. Hard, mind-numbing plunges reverberated through her whole body, each making her let out a high-pitched moan that echoed through the trees. “Yes! Yes!” she managed through clenched teeth.

  At some point, she shut her eyes, blocking out the forest and the well, the ivy and the path, so that the only thing that existed in the world were the two of them. No more Rogan. No more mistakes. Just their bodies and souls connected the way they should be. She’d never loved him more, and though she was growing weak and couldn’t even muster the strength to speak any longer, she just prayed he knew that, could feel that.

  And then—oh Lord—she could scarcely believe it, but his thumb brushed across her anus. The touch came feather light but almost electrical in its power. A quick, low sound escaped her throat.

  After that, the brushing became more like rubbing—and then a pressure that had her biting her lip even as he continued to pound his cock into her. She couldn’t hold in the low whimpers the sensation caused to rise within her.

  And then—oh. Wetness, there. Saliva, she thought. Being rubbed in by his finger in a circular motion—until the tip of that finger sank inside. “God,” she murmured.

  Last night, having both Ethan and Rogan inside her at the same time—one in her ass and the other in her pussy—had been … the ultimate filling, overflowing sex. But this … this was more … intimate. Intimacy between the three of them had been thrilling and new and had led her to express her sexuality in bold ways she never had before. But this—she and the man she really loved, would always love, getting closer and closer here on the forest floor without even the need for words—this was the truest intimacy. As it should be.

  The pleasure was nearly crushing as he fucked her with both cock and finger—she suspected she was writhing and bucking and groaning like a wild animal, but she didn’t care. Ethan had seen all of her now; he could see this, too, this rawest of reactions to the hot, naughty delights he sent coursing through her body.

  When, panting, hands on her hips, Ethan pulled his cock from her, she let out a cry of loss—she wanted him back—now! And yet … deep inside she knew what was coming.

  And so she tried to stay patient, her arms growing heavy and weak, her teeth almost chattering with how much she needed him. And Lord, behind her she thought she heard E’s breath trembling—and soon the very sensation of it rumbled through her chest.

  When the tip of his cock pushed at her asshole, she let out a soft, mewling moan, then tried to relax her body, hoping it would extend to the muscles surrounding her anus, as well.

  The initial entry of the head hurt—she cried out, absorbing the pain, then worked hard to come back to the pleasure. And after a moment of stillness, of letting her adjust, he began to ever so slowly ease his length deeper. First maybe another inch, producing a low, heated sigh from her. Then another. And eventually another.

  And after that she didn’t know, couldn’t truly gauge how much of his shaft she was taking into her ass—she knew only that it was a lot, and that the permeating pleasure she’d experienced from the same kind of penetration last night was blasting through her now, wild and consuming.

  Her cheeks flushed, her every muscle seemed to vibrate, an intensely deep pleasure echoing through her whole being. As he moved in short but firm strokes in that impossibly tiny passageway, her own cries sounded almost inhuman to her—she had no control over her responses anymore. All she knew was a pleasure that nearly drained her.

  At some point not long after this began, her arms gave way, buckling beneath her. Her palms remained flat on the ground, but now her cheek rested atop them, her hair fanning out to one side over the earth and ivy beneath them.

  She whimpered and he groaned and her clit ached. She’d been so into different kinds of pleasure here in the woods up to this moment—pleasing him, having him in her mouth, then welcoming the hot, hard drives of his cock in her cunt—that she’d honestly not even thought about coming. This wasn’t about that. Excep
t that … now it was. Now that sensitive little spot at the top of her cunt hungered—in a way she recognized from every time she’d ever indulged in ass play with Rogan, last night or even before that, times when they’d been together and he’d tried to persuade her by teasing it, touching it.

  Now she was wondering why on earth she’d put this off for so long, letting someone fuck her ass—but maybe it had taken the particular dynamic of this weekend to push her there, to push her that far into her sexual self that she could finally accept the things she really wanted to do, the sexual being she really wanted to become. And now she could share that fully with Ethan—was sharing it fully with Ethan.

  And, oh God, how her clit screamed for attention now. She didn’t quite understand why, but the erection in her ass seemed to have a direct connection to the swollen nub just above her pussy. It yearned for—needed—attention, pressure, anything.

  Her knees had given out, too, and were now bent beneath her, pulled up almost to her chest. And it wasn’t a decision so much as an urge, or maybe an instinct, when her thighs parted, just enough—enough that her cunt came into contact with the bed of ivy on which she rested. And that was all it took. That one tiny bit of stimulation to her clit, and for only a second. She exploded into orgasm, lost, wild, screaming her pleasure, wrung out from it even as it spiraled through her like a corkscrew.

  “Oh fuck, I’m coming, too, baby! I’m coming, too!” Ethan yelled, and she had to clench her hands into fists to withstand those final few drives, more ferocious than he’d delivered in her ass up to now.

  “Oh God, I love you,” he said, the words seeming to spill from him in a rush as he curled his body around hers, still buried in her anus.

  “I love you, too, E,” she breathed, as weak as she thought she’d ever been. She’d never shared such powerful sex with anyone in her life.

  And now, now she just had to hope it was all enough. To have truly repaired things between them. Not just the sex, of course, but her apology, her explanation, and … well, yes, the sex, too. It mattered. She’d just given herself to him in a way she never had before, body and soul. And nothing about it had been sweet, or tender. No, this was primal. Gut deep. And something she never wanted to share with anyone else—and she hoped he could feel that.