“Lean forward.” Jared pushed down between her shoulder blades and she complied, bending at the waist. Her breasts dangled below her body, swinging slightly with the movement behind her. She felt the heat rise in her cheeks as she imagined what she looked like. Jared tsked in her ear. “Look in the glass and see what Brent sees. You are gorgeous. Look, Arin.”
She gave in and glanced up, catching a glimpse of their reflection. She gasped. A wanton and very naked woman stared back at her. Arin couldn’t believe it was her. Sexy and sensual came to mind as Jared moved behind her, rubbing his cock against her ass. Breasts swayed, eyes glazed over. She was the picture of a woman taking what she wanted and loving it.
“More, Jared. I want more.” She whispered her plea, but her words were strong. It wasn’t a question. She wanted everything he could give her. She watched him grin in the reflection. Then she caught an answering look from Brent as he pumped faster on his leaking cock.
“You got it, babe.” Jared knelt behind her and pushed her knees farther apart. She hung her head at the first push of his cock into her channel. The feeling was exquisite. He lifted one of her breasts and slowly rolled a nipple. She wanted to collapse, to speed him up, but her body was frozen in place, just feeling. The slide of his shaft into her cunt was torturous and delicious. Slowly, achingly slowly, he pulled her back with a hand on her hip as he thrust forward. “God, babe, you are so fucking tight.”
On a sigh, she released a breath she hadn’t known she’d been holding. His voice sounded as strained as she felt. He bottomed out with a final press of his groin to her ass. She was so full and wanted him moving. Her release was teasing around the edges. Little quivers shook her legs and spasmed around his cock where he was embedded within her. She was so close and wanted to feel that crash of endorphins, feel that soul-splintering rush of an orgasm. She tried to tell him through movements, rocking back against him and wiggling her hips.
“Arin. I’m not moving until you get your eyes on Brent. He wants to watch you come, wants to watch the ecstasy of what I’m doing to you.” Jared rubbed his chest against her back and bit her neck. “Give him a show, babe. Make him ache to be here with us.”
When her eyes worked up to Brent’s face, she gasped. His eyes were heavy-lidded and his jaw was clenched tight. She watched the muscles of his legs twitch as he worked his shaft. When Jared started moving at the same pace as Brent, she couldn’t have looked away if she’d wanted to. To know that she was being watched turned her on, but to watch Brent work himself to release was erotic and oh so naughty.
Jared changed the angle of his thrusts and she nearly passed out. He stroked over her G-spot with each thrust. He continued pulling and rolling her nipples while he pumped his hips. Light grunts let her know that he was getting close. She abandoned the side of the tub with one hand so she could snake it between her legs.
The first stroke of her finger across her sensitive clit brought a gasp. She held her finger still, allowing Jared’s thrusts to move her nub across her fingertip. When Brent came with a muffled shout and she watched his cum coat his hand and the glass, she spasmed around Jared. He groaned behind her and sped his pounding. She rolled her clit a little with her fingers and knew her release was coming, she could feel it start in her belly, building and gathering with a tingling in her legs and spine. She watched Brent slowly pump a few more times. He still stared at her as if mesmerized.
The thing that sent her crashing with a cry over the precipice was the slow, deliberate movement of Brent’s hand from his cock to his mouth. When he slowly licked his cum off his hand, she froze. Her pussy clenched and her knees went weak. God. Watching him savor his own release was the most erotic thing she’d ever seen. The release took her. Lights, flashes, bells ringing on high—all of it happened while she clenched and felt the icy-hot flow of pleasure rush through her limbs. She shivered and gasped as each movement of Jared and his wonderful cock sent her careening over the edge again and again. He rolled a nipple and she cried out again, too caught up in the sensations to be angry about his self-satisfied chuckle behind her. She was spent, sated, relaxed and totally ready for a second round.
“Stay still, babe. I gotta take care of the condom and grab us a couple of drinks, then we’re going to snuggle.” Jared turned her and lowered her to a seat as she gasped for breath. She didn’t respond, knowing it wouldn’t matter, and she didn’t really want to move. Her muscles had lost the ability to work in a coordinated enough fashion for her to speak.
Arin closed her eyes and sank into the hot tub, enjoying the slight play of water across her sensitive skin. Shivers raced up and down her spine as her body remembered and reacted to the release she’d had. Sex had never been so good for her. The combination of the naughtiness of both men and her freed sensuality had done something to her libido. She wasn’t sure that was a good thing.
Chapter Sixteen
“What’s the frown for, darlin’?” Brent’s voice slid over her skin like a caress. She opened an eye to find him crouched across the water from her, naked and beautiful.
She’d been thinking about the men and falling farther and farther into the abyss called Pity. She knew she needed to leave but didn’t want to. She felt torn, and all the great sex and funny conversations with them were not helping her keep her heart from being involved. The pained acknowledgement that she was falling in love with them was not startling news, but it still made her dread the future. And the whispered plea from Jared about keeping her? Her heart clenched when she remembered the look of longing on his face. Had that been real or just his horniness talking? Would she actually give up her life to stay with the two men? The whispered answer in her mind was a strong yes.
“You’re still scowling.” She watched him slide into the water and take a seat across from her. When he stretched out his legs, they brushed against hers. He studied her for a moment. His eyes were almost black in the shadows. His jaw clenched before he spoke again. “If you’re regretting doing what you just did, then just be mad at me. Jared likes to push and sometimes he doesn’t realize that people have limits.”
She couldn’t help but smile. Brent was such a softy inside. It was one of the things she loved about him. Love. She sighed. There was that word again. She shook her head, trying to focus on the man sitting across from her. “No, it has nothing to do with the sex. That was fun and hot and…well, probably one of the most explosive orgasms I’ve ever had. No, I was thinking about this whole situation.”
He looked slightly relieved but not completely. He actually looked uncomfortable and kept glancing around. As if he were waiting for something, or someone. She cleared her throat to focus him back on her.
“What’s going on, Brent?”
“Um, well, I’m waiting for Jared to get back here. We want to talk to you about something.”
Panic struck her hard and fast. She studied him carefully and decided that he was as nervous as she was. That didn’t mean she needed to sit and wait while naked in both mind and body. She nodded and stood, ready to go find some clothes or her bathing suit. Something to help cover some part of her.
“Wait, where are you going?” Brent’s voice sounded small. She turned and found him watching her warily.
“I’m going to grab some clothes. If we’re going to have a heart-to-heart talk I don’t need to be naked.”
He reached out and grabbed her hand, stilling her movements. “Please, just sit with me. I didn’t mean to upset you. Please, Arin.”
She swallowed and tried to fight the pull his puppy-dog eye act was having on her, but she couldn’t step away from him. With a sigh, she started to sit. She squeaked when he grabbed her around the waist and pulled her into his lap. “Sit with me, darlin’. I’m sorry for whatever we’ve done, but I can’t let your delectable nakedness walk away.”
What was a girl to do? Sit in the lap of a totally hot guy or go throw clothes on? She snorted at her own thoughts. “Okay. Fine, I’ll sit here, but only because I like you and you
feel really nice naked.”
“There’s my girl.” Brent grinned at Arin just before leaning in to give her a quick kiss. His heart was still racing over the impending talk. How were they going to explain that they wanted her to stay without chasing her off? He pushed that thought out of his mind as he reveled in the feel of her soft lips under his. He wasn’t good with emotional conversations. Jared had better get his ass out to the tub before she bolted.
When she leaned against his chest and started drawing circles on his skin he wanted to bury his hands in her hair and kiss her until they both were gasping. His cock stirred beneath her thigh and a quiet sound let him know that she’d felt it too.
“Is that a banana in your lap or are you just happy to see me?” She giggled against his chest and he couldn’t help the answering chuckle. God, he loved this woman. Love. Fuck. He wasn’t ready to deal with that revelation.
“Mmm, I’m definitely happy to see you. Want to play hide the banana?”
She leaned back and gaped. Her cheeks darkened enough that she would be bright red in the light. He grinned. She was so easy to mess with, and he so enjoyed watching her eyes twinkle with mischief.
With a quick slide she was off his lap and pushing her way between his knees. He did a bit of gaping too as she wrapped a very cool hand around his semi-erect penis. It went from soft to hard in two tenths of a second, dragging blood from other essential places in his body. He nearly swooned. With a gulp, he watched her feminine palm move over his cock, and he groaned.
She looked up for a moment before wrapping her other hand around his shaft. “Does this work for hiding it?”
She didn’t wait for his response before slowly sliding her hands up and down his shaft. She varied the grip and pressure enough that he fought to keep his eyes open. Her breasts floated tantalizingly in the water and moved softly as she pumped him. It was a gorgeous sight. They looked so soft, like pillows. He reached out to touch them and was surprised when she grabbed his hand.
“No, Brent. This is for you. Put your hands on the back of the tub.” Her order was quiet but he grinned at the steel behind it. He wasn’t one to let women order him around, especially in the bedroom, but this once he wanted to see what she’d do. Obeying with a raised brow, he placed his arms along the cold plastic and waited.
“Oh what a good boy you are,” she purred. She wrapped her hands back around his shaft and slid them up and down, watching him the whole time. “Did you enjoy watching Jared and me earlier?”
She wanted to talk dirty? Hells yeah. “Definitely. Watching him fuck you was so hot.”
Her breath hitched and he couldn’t help the smile he felt lifting his lips. Brent couldn’t remember smiling so much. It felt good to be playful.
She cleared her throat, kept moving her hands slowly along his cock. “What was your favorite part?”
He shuddered as shivers raced up his spine. He watched her hands move for a moment, then his gaze fell to her tits again. He wanted to feel those soft mounds wrapped around his cock while he slid between them. The image and feel of her hands had him barreling toward his release.
She stopped suddenly and he nearly whined. He looked into her smiling, impish face and realized that he hadn’t answered her. She cocked her head and waited.
“Favorite part? Right.” He groaned when she started moving her talented hands again. When she moved one to cup his balls and to slowly roll them between her fingers, he lost all coherent thought.
“Brent. Focus.” The laughter in her voice should have pissed him off, but he just smiled and opened eyes he didn’t remember closing.
“God, Arin. That feels so fucking good. My favorite part was watching your face. The orgasm took you by surprise and to watch the pleasure wash over you was fucking amazing.”
“Mmm, I thought it’d be my breasts, swinging below me as Jared pumped into me. Don’t you like my tits?” She pouted, lip stuck out and everything. He wanted to laugh but he was too close to blowing his wad all over her talented little hands.
He knew something was up when she pulled her hands away from his cock and moved between his knees. He swallowed the question as he watched her cup her beautiful breasts and sink slightly in the water. Oh my God. The breath he’d been holding whooshed out between parted lips when she wrapped those gorgeous orbs around his throbbing shaft. “Good God, Arin. You’re going to kill me.”
She chuckled, deep and sensual, and the slight vibration in her chest pushed him so close to his release that his balls ached. Fuck. He tried to suck in a few deep breaths, to calm himself enough to hang on to his orgasm, but all it took was another glance down. The view of his dark cock sliding between her milky breasts was too much. He’d been sitting passively, but he needed to move faster and see his cum spurt over her skin. Moving his hips added a snap to the slide, pushing him almost to the edge. His balls ached, spine tingled and he could feel the release just about to start. Quick as lightning, he grabbed her tits, lightly pressing them together, and pumped twice more between them.
A growl of pleasure left his lips with the first rush of cum up his shaft. He held her still as he came in the tub, white frothy cum swirling into the water. Knowing that it coated her skin as she knelt between his knees had another zing coursing up his spine. He slowly relaxed his hands, letting her breasts go. He sat back into the seat and tried to catch his breath.
“Wow. That was hot.” Jared had returned and seemed entertained by what he’d just watched. Brent slowly rolled his head over to find his friend sitting in a deck chair, legs spread and hand wrapped around his cock. The grin was predatory and already promising Arin all kinds of wickedness. Poor girl, she’s never going to get a moment’s rest if she keeps taking us one at a time.
Brent caught Jared’s gaze and gave him a short shake of the head. They needed to talk to her before sexing her up again. Otherwise they’d forget what they wanted to accomplish. Jared nodded but didn’t look happy about it. Brent tried to hide his grin but was pretty sure he was still smirking.
He pulled Arin back into his lap. She snuggled into his arms and sighed against his chest. He expected something sweet to pass her lips, but he nearly swallowed his tongue when she said, “That was fun, but next time I want to suck you while you do that.”
“God, Arin. Kill me now. I’ve already come twice in, like, twenty minutes and my cock wants to try for three. Don’t say things like that.” He groaned as she swirled a finger around his nipple. They’d created a vixen.
The water level in the tub rose as Jared slid in, sitting next to them. Brent grinned at his friend over the top of Arin’s head. “So while we were waiting for you to get your ass back out here, Arin and I found something to do to entertain ourselves.”
Jared chuckled. “Yeah, I saw.”
Arin stirred in his arms and turned to gaze at Jared. Trepidation was stamped on every inch of her face. “So you’re cool with me doing that while I was waiting for you? I mean, I guess I wasn’t thinking about it, but it was still sort of your time with me, right? I don’t want to cause any—”
Jared placed a finger against her lips and hushed her. Brent leaned forward and kissed her lightly on the temple. He kept forgetting that she didn’t fully understand them and obviously thought there were rules between them. He nodded to Jared, knowing his friend would do a better job of explaining things. Brent just hoped that Arin would listen and understand, and not run screaming from his arms.
Chapter Seventeen
Arin couldn’t help the tremor that shook her stomach. She couldn’t come between these two guys—that wasn’t something she was willing to do. She wouldn’t choose between them, but she refused to cause a rift either. They seemed to need each other and she wouldn’t be the cause of their anger and fighting. The memory of what she’d just done with them scorched her ears. She’d been fucked by Jared while being watched and had a fantastic orgasm, then turned around and got Brent off in a totally slutty way.
A flush of heat crept under her
skin. What the hell had gotten into her to not only give Brent a hand job but to get him off with a titty-fuck? That wasn’t like her. But even as she thought about it, she fought a grin. It had been hot, sexy and so naughty. The memory of him slick and hot between her breasts had her aching for another round herself. The look on his face when she’d taken his cock between her mounds had been priceless. Heat and surprise had quickly morphed into all-out lust. A rush of moist heat in her pussy reminded her that she really wanted another ride from one of them. She’d never done something like that before and all she could think about was doing it again.
She licked the finger still pressed to her lips and watched Jared’s eyes close on a moan. She loved that the guys reacted like that to her. Nothing like a fantastic boost to her ego.
“Arin, you are definitely turning out to be our kind of woman. Christ. Keep your tongue in your mouth so I can think.” Jared sat back and breathed deeply a few times. “We want you to know that there is no jealousy between Brent and me. We decided a long time ago that we prefer to share women. It’s not always equal time and we know that. We both love to watch almost as much as we like to fuck, so wipe that guilt off your brain, babe. I loved watching you titty-fuck Brent. I want a turn but it’s not jealousy.”
She nodded—what else was there for her to do? She watched indecision flash across his expressive eyes before he continued. “Look, I’m not going to beat about the bush. We’re scared for you. This asshat you have harassing you isn’t a nice guy, and we’re worried he’s going to hurt you when you go home. Stay here for a few more days. Let Robert cool down before you fly back.”
Before she could even shake her head, Brent started talking, words puffing warm and soft over her neck. “Please, just think about it. You could work remotely for a few days. I’ll give you my office if you want. We’re just worried for you, darlin’. When he was screaming at me there was true malice in his voice, not just anger. He’s out to harm you one way or the other.”
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