Because Beards
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She obeyed, folding her torso over the furniture, hands still cuffed behind her back.
He brought his hand down, slapping the place where her ass emerged from the black lace panties and met her thigh.
She gasped but didn’t move.
She liked it.
He slapped her on the other side, a little lower this time, watching his red hand print bloom on her bare skin. “You have the most beautiful ass I have ever seen, counselor.”
She made an unintelligible sound.
Hooking his thumbs in the waistband of her sexy panties, he slid them slowly down her legs. She kicked off her shoe to step out, but he scolded her again. “The shoes stay on—don’t you agree, Keith?” he called toward the bathroom where the shower had just turned on.
The water turned off. “What’s that?”
“Her shoes stay on?”
“Oh definitely. They are the perfect accent to the most beautiful pair of legs I’ve ever seen.” A blush stained Sloane’s face, at least the side he could see with her head turned. She seemed far more innocent than the other women who had jumped into bed with him and his partner. He honestly hadn’t been sure they’d coax her into it, especially since lawyers tended to be tightly wound. Gazing at her trusting surrendered pose now, he vowed to show her the time of her life—she definitely deserved it.
She twisted her wrists in the cuffs.
He checked the tightness. Keith had left them loose enough she could slip out of them if she wanted.
“Don’t tug against these, baby. They can hurt.”
“So did that spanking you gave me.”
He chuckled. “That wasn’t a spanking, sweetheart, just me warming up your ass.” He rubbed the beautiful posterior in question. “It hurt?”
“Kinda.” She sounded pouty, the cutest thing he’d ever heard.
He leaned over her back, still rubbing. “I’m sorry, baby. Do you want me to stop?”
“No.” Her voice sounded small.
He slapped her again, rubbing immediately. “Mmm, I really do love this ass.” One more slap, then he lowered to his knees and pulled her cheeks apart, running his tongue along her moistened slit.
She let out a little cry.
He stiffened his tongue and penetrated her then nibbled at her lips. “You’re being a very good girl, Sloane.” He stood up and stuck two fingers in her mouth. “Suck these.”
Her eyes widened in surprise, but then she obeyed, swirling her tongue around his fingers, making his cock nearly explode with jealousy. He removed his fingers from her mouth and teased her entrance with them.
Her pussy dripped with moisture. He screwed one finger inside her, delighting with the way her back undulated and she squirmed and squeaked as he stretched her wide. His second finger fit beside it, and he pumped them in and out, her feet stamping beneath him.
The water in the bathroom stopped.
He called out, “What do you think, Keith? Has she earned an orgasm yet?”
“Make her scream, man.”
Sloane whimpered.
He pumped his fingers in and out of her, aiming high against her front wall, his fingertips seeking her G-spot.
There. He found it. An area of tissue thickened and hardened beneath his stimulation, and her moans grew more frantic. He reached around her hips and found her clit with the middle finger, still pistoning in and out of her with the other hand.
“Oh God…please…oh my God. Oh please… Oh!” she screamed. Her muscles clamped around his fingers, squeezing and clenching as she orgasmed.
“Now, that’s what I’m talking about,” Keith rumbled from the doorway.
When she’d finished, he eased his fingers out of her and unlocked the cuffs from her wrists. She flopped on her back on the sofa with a satisfied sigh. Her eyes slipped closed, a smile curving her lips.
He climbed up beside her. “You need anything, baby? Are you hungry?”
Her smile widened, and her eyelids fluttered back open. “I’m okay.”
Keith sat on the other side of her, stroking his palm up one leg and over her flat belly to cup her breast. “You’re my dinner.” He thumbed her nipple, teasing it back into a stiff bead.
Her hips twisted on the cushion. She moved to sit up, but they both held her down. “Where do you think you’re going?” he teased.
“To reciprocate?”
His cock jerked at the offer, but he shook his head. “Not yet. Your only job right now is to receive.” He pinched the nipple on his side while Keith drew circles around the other.
She moistened her lips with her tongue, and the sight of it had him groaning. Her hips swiveled again, legs rolling.
He reached down and cupped her mons. “Do you need me to touch you here again?” He undulated his fingers.
A wanton sound came from her lips. “Spread your legs, baby.”
She shook her head. When she didn’t move, Keith shifted to sit behind her, and pulled her up to lean her back against his chest. “Hand me those cuffs.”
He tossed the cuffs to his partner, who attached them to her wrists in front, then lifted the loop of her arms up over his head, so her bound wrists rested behind his neck. Keith cupped both her breasts and pinched her nipples.
John crouched on the floor beside the sofa and shoved her knees up, spreading her wide. “The way I see it, if you don’t have beard burn by the time we’re done, we haven’t done our job right.”
He slid the tip of his tongue all along her slit, licking and sucking at her outer lips, nibbling.
Already, her hips lifted and pressed against his face. Keith continued to work her breasts, biting her neck and ear.
John circled her clit with his tongue, flicked it, sucked the swollen nubbin until she kicked and writhed beneath him. She panted, her chest heaving, belly fluttering. Her pussy juices dripped by the time he tested her entrance with his fingers. He worked one into her then two. He curled them, tickling her inner wall as he went to town on her clit with his mouth.
That quickly, she shattered again, screaming so loudly Keith laughed and covered her mouth with his hand. He held her bucking pelvis down and continued to lick and finger fuck her until she’d followed the spiral of release to its beautiful conclusion.
“Oh,” she moaned when it had passed. Moisture leaked from the outer corner of one eye.
Keith licked it away. “Are you okay, beautiful?”
“Yeah,” she panted. “I’m just…blown. Blown away. Blown out. I don’t even know.”
Keith ran a series of kisses along her jaw and down her neck. John had never seen his partner so affectionate with a woman. Well, not since his late wife, anyway. But, then, this one was different. John found himself wanting more than just a hot sex scene. He wanted to please her, wanted to earn not just her moans, but also her smiles, her esteem, and yeah…her affection.
He went to grab a bottle of water from her refrigerator and twisted off the cap. He held it up to Sloane’s lips since Keith still had her hands cuffed behind his neck.
She drank, dribbling a little down her chest.
He licked the cool drops, dragging his tongue between her breasts and up the length of her neck to her jaw. “Admit it. I pegged you right.”
“Great, are you going to do the I’m right dance?” She rolled her eyes. “Just because I got off doesn’t mean you know what I like.”
He gave her a “don’t bullshit me” lift of the brows.
“What?”
He glanced at his partner. “Looks like we’re going to have to play hardball.”
Keith uncuffed her wrists and swung her around until she lay face down on his lap. His hand connected with her ass.
“Hey,” she yelped.
“Admit it,” John drawled. “You like giving up control.”
“I do not!” She yelped again when Keith’s hand connected a second time.
“For once in your life, you don’t have to worry about being right or not screwing up or winning. You’re just a helpless
victim of our most depraved desires and you love it.”
Keith smacked her ass again.
“Admit it.”
Another smack.
“Ow, okay, okay, I admit I fucking love it, okay?”
Keith laughed and rubbed her ass. “Did you record that confession?”
He grinned. “Yep, I sure did.”
Keith’s cock throbbed beneath the beautiful lawyer. She rolled off and dropped to her knees in front of him, tugging off the towel around his waist. Fisting his manhood, she lowered her pouty mouth. He nearly came just watching those full lips part for him.
She took a long, slow swirl of her tongue around the head of his cock then took it into her hot, wet mouth.
He groaned. He wouldn’t last long at this rate. He’d been hard for her since the first flirty smile she’d flashed at Starbucks that afternoon.
She licked a long line from his balls to the rim of his cock then took his length deep into her throat.
Jesus fuck! His eyes rolled back in his head.
Behind her, his partner produced a condom and rolled it on his dick. Sloane rested on her knees, bent at the waist, presenting in a perfect position to be fucked from behind.
He buried one hand in her hair, stroking her head. “John’s going to fuck you now, baby,” he warned her, wanting to be sure they had her consent.
“Mmmph,” she moaned and waggled her hips as she hollowed out her cheeks and sucked his cock hard. Incredible to see how she’d given herself over to them, her trust in them clear, her surrender beautiful. He felt a strong desire to protect her—from them, from life, from anything that might ever threaten her. She brought out the most primitive male in him—the caveman who wanted to provide and protect.
John gripped her hips and held them still as he pushed into her.
She momentarily stopped sucking him, just held him engulfed in her deliciously hot mouth.
“Don’t forget Keith, baby girl,” John murmured, his voice deepened with lust as he glided in and out of her slowly.
She started and lifted her eyes apologetically. Keith stroked her cheek with his knuckles, watching, transfixed, as she started up again. Damn, the woman could suck the chrome off a bumper.
His balls swelled.
John picked up his speed, holding her hips steady as he shoved in deeper, harder.
She sucked faster, matching John’s pace, her eyes wide with panic. She was close.
Damn, he was close, too.
“Fuck, Sloane,” he muttered.
John’s jaw tightened and his brow furrowed. He plowed into her with more force, their bodies slapping together.
Sloane lost all rhythm. She pulled off him and pumped her fist over his cock with the head bumping against her outstretched tongue. It was enough. His thighs gripped.
“I’m coming,” he warned her, but she let it spill onto her tongue.
“Fuck, yeah,” John grunted behind her, his strokes growing rough as he, too, lost control. “Yeah,” he roared, shoving deep into Sloane.
Keith pinched her nipples, and she jerked with release, her mouth opening into a surprised sort of O.
Beautiful. Exquisite, really. He took a mental picture, not wanting to forget the way she looked in that moment.
A male voice murmured Sloane awake. Sunlight streamed in through a crack in her curtains. Holy shit. She stiffened. Had she actually spent the night with them? She blinked, rubbing her eyes as she sat up.
No. Freaking. Way.
Both cops lay in bed with her, one on each side.
“What time is it?” she croaked, panic seeping in. She had to be in court by eight.
“It’s only five thirty, but I figured you might need to get going.” Keith stroked a lock of hair from her face as he spoke. It had been his voice that woke her.
John leaned up on one elbow, his bare chest as perfectly defined as his partner’s.
Holy shit. How had she ended up letting them spend the night?
What had she expected to happen? That they’d put their clothes on, say goodnight, and go their separate ways, she supposed. But when she’d collapsed on Keith in utter exhaustion, he’d picked her up and carried her to the bedroom. That was the last thing she remembered. She must have fallen into the deepest sleep she’d had in years.
“Yeah, I need to get moving.”
Keith climbed out of bed, still naked—gloriously so—and stood back to let her pass. Wow. Had she really had a cop threesome last night?
She stood up and tried to pull the sheet with her to cover herself, but John snapped it back. “No way, baby girl. There’s no being shy with us on the morning after.”
She scrambled to pull on a robe. When had she taken her shoes off? One of them must have done it for her. “Oh really? What’s your usual morning-after routine?”
The two men exchange a glance.
“We don’t have one,” Keith answered. “You’re our first overnight.”
Her cheeks flamed. She shouldn’t have fallen asleep. Did they think it was weird?
“I had a great time last night, but you guys have to go.” She shifted from one foot to the other.
“We know,” Keith said, but those blue eyes appeared haunted again, the way they had before the sex antics had begun. “We want to see you again.” He said it so plainly, so seriously, she stopped her fidgeting and stared. Had they discussed it? After she fell asleep? Or did they just read each other’s minds?
“I’m sorry?”
John climbed out of the bed and pulled on his boxer shorts “Yeah. We do.”
“What? Both of you again?”
John gave a sheepish shrug. “Either. Both. However you want us. We want to see you again.”
She gaped at the two beautiful men who had rocked her entire world the night before.
No.
She couldn’t. Once hadn’t been rational. Twice would be stupid. “I had a great time, but, uh, I really can’t do this again.”
Keith’s solemn gaze grew more sober. He tossed a card on the dresser. “You know where to find us.” His voice sounded heavy, disappointed.
She shoved back her matching disappointment and bobbed her head. “Yep, I sure do. I’m going to hop in the shower. Just let yourselves out. Thanks, guys. Bye!”
In the bathroom, she turned on the water and stepped into the shower. Her throat grew dry as she washed away their scents, memories of her night with Keith and John flashing through her mind. It had been worth it. A positive experience in her rather limited logbook of sexual adventures.
But no. Seeing them again wasn’t a door she wanted to open. How would it work? Three people couldn’t be in a relationship. Would it just be booty call kind of action? She didn’t have time for either option in her life.
So why did the thought leave her feeling so damn empty?
John watched his partner stomp toward the squad car. He hadn’t seen Keith this surly in years. Not since his late wife, Becky, got the three-months-to-live diagnosis. Depressed, yes. Shut down, robotic, barely there. Those versions of Keith were more familiar, or had been in the years since Becky’s death.
The fact his partner had been truly animated, truly engaged with Sloane last night, explained his foul mood today. Not that he could point any fingers. He had definitely been tempted to snap those cuffs on her for real and refuse to let her leave until she agreed to see them again.
Or just see Keith. Maybe he should step back and let his partner take this one.
But even as he had the thought, the pressure in his chest increased. He damn well didn’t want to give up Sloane, not even to Keith. Not that he minded sharing.
“We’ll change her mind,” he said as he climbed into the passenger seat.
Keith didn’t answer.
“We know where she works. We’ll wait for her this afternoon. Convince her she needs more of us.”
“Great, and how will you explain this to the chief when we’re arrested for stalking?”
He rolled his eyes. �
��If she really doesn’t want us, we’ll leave her alone, but I think she had the morning-after jitters and there wasn’t any time to talk her down.”
Of course, they’d never spent the night with a woman before. Sex, yes. Cuddling up afterwards, waking beside her was all new territory. So he wasn’t any expert on this situation. But he did know people.
Lawyers were cautious by nature. Cerebral. They weighed decisions thoroughly. Last night, she’d let go and given herself to them with pure abandon. They’d set the sheets on fire together. Without a shadow of a doubt, they’d rocked her world.
That probably scared her.
Hell, it almost scared him, and he feared nothing. She was so damn perfect—for both of them.
“I want her.” Keith, the king of summing things up in as few words as possible.
“Yeah, me, too.”
“I mean, for keeps.”
Oh. Fuck. He wanted her. For himself.
John drew in a breath. The most selfish side of him said, Fuck that. You’ve at least had a wife. I’ve never had the chance. But he hadn’t watched the guy suffer for the last four years without wishing he could cut out his own heart and give it to him so he’d be whole. He would die for his partner. He’d give a kidney, take a bullet. Keith had saved his ass more times than he could count.
“That’s cool. I’ll stand down. You deserve her, man.”
Keith took his eyes from the road, brows low. “What? No, that’s not what I meant.” His partner shook his head and scrubbed a hand across his beard. “Wait…do you want her? Like, for a serious relationship?”
John hesitated. He, as a rule, didn’t do serious relationships. Never had. He liked women too much. Multiple women. Different women. Yeah, he’d been a player. But, damn, a woman like Sloane?
For a moment, he pictured her as his wife. Imagined coming home to that sultry voice, those legs, that whip-smart brain of hers. But they hardly even knew each other. He opted for a shrug. “I don’t know. Maybe.”
Keith was silent for a long time. So long, John thought the conversation had been dropped, but just before they reached the station, Keith said, “Sometimes, you just know. I knew the moment I met Becky she was the one. Irrational—we had nothing in common. I liked sports, she liked the ballet. I loved the outdoors, she liked to stay in and read books. But none of that matters. There was just something there. Something indescribable. Not just chemistry, either, even though that was off the charts. It was like she knew me, the moment she saw me. And I knew her.”