He lowered his head and brushed his lips across hers.
Any doubt he had about her receptivity fled when her arms slipped around his neck and she slanted her lips over his, kissing him back with fervor.
Lust kicked through him. He wrapped an arm around her and kneaded her ass, yanking her slender hips up against his, pressing his swollen cock against her belly so she’d feel his interest.
She moaned into his mouth.
“Is this wrong, then?” she asked when they parted, her brows knit together in the sweetest show of concern.
“It’s not wrong,” he murmured. “Nothing between you and either one of us could be wrong. We both want you so much. We agreed we’d let you decide. If you want one or the other of us, fine. If you want both, even better.”
Her lips parted in surprise. “On an…ongoing basis? A threesome…relationship? Or just sex?”
“Relationship.” He flashed his most devastating bad-boy grin. “Think you could handle two men?”
She licked her lips. The sight of that little pink tongue made his cock throb painfully. “I can think of a few ways…”
Game on.
He felt no remorse in not waiting for his partner. His lips came crashing down on hers again, twisting over them, licking into her mouth. He grasped the back of her head to hold her still for his onslaught, determined to show her every bit of pent up frustration that had grown since they’d parted earlier.
He backed her against the counter and palmed her breast, slipping his hand inside her silky pink blouse. “Mmm,” he rumbled. “You smell so good.”
She bit his neck, worked the buttons open on his shirt. “So do you, Officer.”
He dragged the hem of her pencil skirt up to her waist, groaning at the sight of her yellow polka dot panties. He picked her up and plunked her down on her counter, pulling her knees apart and settling his thumb over her clit. He brushed ever so lightly over the silky fabric. “You want me to touch you here, Counselor?”
Her breasts moved up and down with her rapid breath.
She grasped his hand and pushed it against her mons, urging him on.
He made a tsking sound. “Uh uh, Counselor. I’m calling the shots right now. I asked you a question. Do you want me to touch you here?”
“Yes,” she whispered hoarsely.
He brushed again, ever so lightly. “Like this?”
She shook her head. “No-o,” she moaned. “More, please. Harder.”
He applied slightly more pressure and slid his thumb up and down over her sweet little button. “Do you think you deserve to come?”
“Ye-es.”
“I’m not so sure.“
Her thighs clamped shut around his wrist and she stiffened, eyes snapping to his face with a question.
“There is the matter of your dismissing us this morning. We were both highly disappointed.” He rubbed his thumb in a painstakingly slow circle around her clit.
Her inner thighs trembled around his hips, her breath ragged. “I just—”
She didn’t finish the explanation, a low whimper coming from her lips as he added a little more pressure.
Remembering how she’d responded to his domination last night, he said, “I think a little punishment might be in order.”
Her gasp sounded wanton. Her nipples stood out under her blouse in stiff points and she squirmed against his thumb. “What kind of punishment?”
He heard the front door open and close and the clomp of his partner’s footsteps coming down the hall.
“Well, there are many ways we might address displeasing behavior in our partner.” He raised his voice to make sure Keith would hear. “Orgasm delay or denial, for one.”
She shook her head from side to side with a low moan. “Nooo.”
“Spanking.” Keith’s deep rumble came from the doorway to the kitchen.
Her hips jerked with excitement, eyes dilated.
“Punishment fuck.”
The baby blues flew wide.
“Mmm, I think she liked that one,” Keith murmured, leaning his hip casually against the counter to watch.
“Punishment fuck, it is.”
“Do you have any lube?” Keith asked.
Sloane’s expression took on a slightly panicked look.
He laughed. “How about coconut oil? Or olive oil?”
She pointed toward a cabinet. Keith opened it and pulled out the oil.
John caught her wrists and twisted them behind her head. “Bedroom,” he ordered and nudged her in that direction.
Keith poured a little oil into a small bowl and followed them into the bedroom where John stood, arms folded across his chest. “Clothes off.”
Sloane looked from one to the other, the uncertainty or discomfort returning. They didn’t want that. He strolled over. “I’ll help,” Keith said easily and reached around from behind her to unbutton her silky blouse.
John started to strip off his uniform.
Keith slid the silky fabric from her shoulders and let it fall to the floor then unhooked her bra and dropped it. He cupped her firm breasts in his hands, squeezing. Her head fell back on his shoulder.
“This is crazy,” she murmured. He cut off further verbalizations of her worry with his mouth, twisting his lips over hers as his hands slid down her belly and worked the button on her pencil skirt.
“You’re so beautiful,” he murmured.
She sighed.
“Punishment,” John reminded him, but amusement rang in his voice. He moved to stand in front of her so they formed a sandwich, and took her mouth when Keith released her. Keith urged the skirt and her panties down over her hips and off. He gave her bare ass a slap that made her gasp into John’s mouth.
“Fold her over the bed, here I think we need to work that tight little ass of hers open so it’s ready for me.”
He’d already decided he was the ass man. They actually hadn’t tried double penetration with a woman before, but he knew John would be on the same page as him. John maneuvered her over the bed and pushed her torso down. He caught her wrists and pinioned them together, stretched over her head but resting on the bed.
Keith gave her beautiful ass a few more slaps, enjoying the bloom of pink from his handprints. He dipped his index finger in the coconut oil and lubed it completely. He brought it first to her slit, not that she needed lubrication there. He found it dewy wet, the folds plump, her entrance swollen and ripe. “Mmm, she’s ready for you here, man,” he murmured to John, who had slid his free hand under her chest to tease her nipples.
“Spread your legs wider,” Keith commanded.
She obeyed. It was amazing how the stiff-spined lawyer transformed so quickly into this soft and willing partner. Her cheeks flushed with excitement, eyes already turning glassy. Just a little more work and they’d have her fully in a space of surrender to her erotic desires. His cock had gone rock hard at the sight of her, and he shifted it in his pants to ease the discomfort.
He teased her clit lightly, circling it with the lubed finger then flicking it until she whined with need.
He moved up to her back hole, massaging the tight ring of muscle with the coconut oil. She tightened, as if to keep him away.
He gave her ass a couple of slaps. “Naughty girl. This is a punishment fuck, remember? I’m going to take you back here while my partner fucks your pretty little pussy. You want that, don’t you?”
She moaned.
He slapped her ass again. “Don’t you? Speak up, baby. I need your consent.”
“Yes,” she moaned.
He chuckled. “That’s what I thought.” He rubbed away the sting of his spanks and began to massage her anus again, circling the rosebud then applying a little pressure. She moaned again. He kept the pressure steady until she opened for him, then worked the finger inside, massaging all around, stretching her opening to prepare her.
Her breath rasped, moans grew frantic. John took her mouth roughly, holding her face captive as he plundered with his tongue, suc
king her lips, nipping, devouring.
“Oh my God,” she gasped when he released her.
Keith pushed his finger in and out of her anus, and her breath came in sobs.
“Please,” she begged.
“What do you need, baby?”
“You. Both of you. All of it.”
He grinned at John and eased his finger out.
John climbed up on the bed and rolled a condom on his dick.
“Okay, baby,” Keith said. “You’re going to climb on John and ride his cock for a little while. But I don’t want you to come. Understand?”
“Yes,” she said breathlessly. She moved swiftly, obviously eager. She straddled John and lowered herself onto his cock, giving the sexiest little gasp as she did.
Keith’s cock throbbed. He stripped out of his clothes, watching his partner and Sloane in their exquisite mating dance. She rocked her hips over him, obviously seeking her own pleasure.
“Don’t come,” he reminded her. “You don’t get to come until we give you permission. Got it?”
She slowed and made an unintelligible sound.
John smirked. “She’s pretty close. I think you’d better fuck her ass now.”
He rubbed a generous amount of oil over his cock then climbed over them and held Sloane’s hips to quiet her movements. He rubbed more oil on her little rosebud.
She whimpered with desire.
“Don’t move, baby. I’m going to work that ass open.”
Once more, he worked one finger inside her then two. Her flesh was more taut in this position, with her pussy full of John, and she moaned louder than ever.
He slid her knees lower, to straighten her legs and give more slack, then brought the head of his cock to her anus.
“Oh…oh…oh my God,” she babbled as he eased the head in slowly. “Oh please. Oh wait…oh please…yes…no…”
He eased back out. “No?” He definitely didn’t want her to feel violated.
“No, no, no. Please. More. Go on. I’m sorry.” She sounded delirious with need and probably overwhelmed by the intensity of the sensation produced by having both holes filled simultaneously.
He rubbed more oil on and pushed again. This time, the bulb of his cockhead slid in.
“Oh yes,” she screamed. “Holy hell, yes.”
“Yeah?” He panted from the effort of holding back. Her tight heat had his cock ready to explode.
“We’re going to fuck you at the same time, baby, and then you’re going to scream both our names when you come. Got it?”
“Yes….yes, please…let’s go. Please.”
He grinned and he and John both began to rock into her at the same time, keeping it slow and gentle.
She buried her face in John’s neck, whimpering. Keith felt her body trembling beneath his, the rasp of her gasps in her chest. They stroked in and eased back a dozen times until she started to come unglued.
“Oh my god, please, oh please, please, please. I need more, I need…”
“You need to come, baby?”
“Yes, please.”
He gripped her hips and picked up the rhythm. John, too, thrust harder.
Sloane began to sob. “Oh…oh…oh fuck…it’s so good…it’s too much…it’s—” She let out a scream. “Johnkeithjohnkeithjohnkeith,” she yelled, as he’d instructed.
He muttered a curse, holding back so he didn’t hurt her, as his own orgasm exploded. Stars danced before his eyes.
John waited until they both finished. When Keith eased out and moved back, he flipped Sloane onto her back and pounded into her until he, too, came with a roar of satisfaction.
Sloane laughed, tears leaking out of the corners of her eyes.
He settled beside her, thumbing them away, thinking at how fucking beautiful she looked, limp and undone like this, her hair a golden haloed mess around her head, her eyes bright, cheeks flushed, lips swollen from kissing.
Ours, he thought.
Sloane sprawled on the bed, boneless, weak from the most incredible orgasm of her life.
Had that really just happened?
Keith stroked light circles around her breast, watching with those intense blue eyes. “You’d better not be thinking about how to kick us out this time.”
She gave a short bark of laughter.
Nope, that hadn’t been her thought, although she did still have a million What-in-the-hell am-I-doing thoughts.
“So what’s your plan, Officers? How do you see this working?” Time for an honest discussion about how in the hell they thought there might be a future for this situation.
John settled on the other side of her, propped on one elbow. He stroked her hair.
She closed her eyes for a moment. All their attention, both physical and emotional, felt amazing. Too amazing. She should not get used to this, because it wouldn’t work.
“We want to keep you. Clearly you need us,” John said.
She scoffed and started to push up onto her elbows.
Keith put his hand on her sternum and pushed her back. “Ignore my cocky partner. We need you. You’re special, Sloane. I know we don’t know each other that well, yet, but we’d like to know you better. We’d like to keep this thing going, whatever it is.”
“Like…all three of us?” She made a motion with her finger to all of them.
“Yeah,” they answered in unison.
“Just for sex?”
“No,” Keith replied, without even hesitating.
She glanced at John. “We want a relationship,” he stated, completely serious, not teasing for once.
“Seriously?”
“Let’s try it. Maybe it won’t work, but it feels perfect to me,” Keith said. “I haven’t felt anything so right since the summer I met my late wife.”
She touched his face when his eyes clouded. Then the corners of his mouth lifted and his eyes cleared again. “Give it a shot?”
“Just for argument’s sake, assuming things work for us as a threesome, what would we do? All move in together?”
“Sure.” John grinned. “And you can have our babies. They’ll have two dads. Or you can pick one of us, if you really can’t do both, but we believe we can share.”
She thought of her three failed relationships. She’d brought too much intensity to them. She’d wanted too much—more than the guys could give. Maybe what she’d needed all along was two men. She’d never be needy again, would she? She almost laughed out loud.
“Okay.”
John’s eyebrows shot up. “Okay?” Apparently, he’d expected more argument.
She grinned. “Yeah. Let’s try it.” It might not work, but not giving it a chance seemed like too much of a chicken move.
Keith rolled on top of her, smothering her with a kiss. His beard tickled. Both their facial hair added even more sensation to every kiss or lick.
She laughed, her heart feeling so full it might burst.
“My turn,” John said, the moment Keith came up for air. His lips came down on hers just as eagerly, and she lost her breath with the intensity of their affection.
Two men, all for her. She’d hit the jackpot. Warmth filled her chest, and she reached for each of their hands, pulling them in toward her chest.
“Are you sure you can handle me? I hear I’m rather demanding as a girlfriend, which I guess is why I’m still single.”
Both men grinned. “Oh, we have plenty of ways to handle you, baby girl,” Keith said and rolled her to her belly, delivering a light slap to her ass. She pushed up to her hands and knees and crawled over Keith, ready for round two…
About Renee Rose
USA TODAY BESTSELLING AUTHOR RENEE ROSE is a naughty wordsmith who writes BDSM and spanking romance novels. Named Eroticon USA’s Next Top Erotic Author in 2013, she has also won The Romance Reviews Best Historical Romance, and Spanking Romance Reviews’ Best Historical, Best Erotic, Best Ageplay and favorite author. She’s hit #1 on Amazon in the Erotic Paranormal, Western, and Sci-fi categories and is a contributor to
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Harper
“Stop sulking, Harper,” Adele says for the sixth time tonight.
“I’m not sulking,” I challenge with a dramatic pouty face.
“Yes, you are,” supports Ayris with an unamused and unaffected expression.
“No, I’m not,” I lie as I mock whine and drag out my words. I lose composure and a smile cracks slightly on my face.
“It’s New Year’s Eve,” Brooke states the obvious. “It’s going to be a new year, therefore, a new you.”
“I don’t want a new me,” I say, continuing to fake fuss.
“You just need a new attitude,” Adele corrects, throwing some sass my way with a smack to my hip.
“My attitude is just fine,” I reply, sticking my tongue out at her.
“Not since you dumped Owen’s ass two weeks before Christmas,” Ayris reminds with a snicker followed by her own tongue’s appearance.
My smile lowers slightly in a moment of defeat, but I swallow the pain quickly, causing the very pain the girls are talking about to surface a little as I try to brush it away. “Fuck off.”
“Someone needs to get laid,” Brooke quips.
“No,” I counter. “I just need my heart removed.”
“Owen is a loser,” Adele announces. “He didn’t deserve you.”
“We told you he was a player,” Ayris comments.
“No, you didn’t,” I deny.
“Well, in a round about way we did,” Adele defends.
“On several occasions,” Brooke adds. “You just didn’t want to listen.”
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