by Faye Avalon
As the ice hit her heat, Amber cried out. She bucked and wriggled, but neither Ethan nor Marco stopped what they were doing.
The ice melted as Marco ran the uneven edge along her slit.
She felt all her nerve endings jump and vibrate. Water from the melted ice trickled along her folds, falling down through the crease of her ass. She tried to close her legs against the heady sensation, but Marco blocked her attempt, pushing her knees wide with his elbows.
Ethan withdrew his mouth from her nipple, then reached back to grab an ice cube from the bucket next to him on the table.
Amber could barely keep her eyes open as Marco continued to subject her to his slow delicious torture, but she wanted to see what Ethan had in store. She arched her neck again, trying to keep Ethan in view.
He did the same as Marco, putting the ice cube in his mouth. Then he bent to trace it over her breasts so close to her nipples she thrust into the air to try and escape the shattering pleasure of what they were doing to her.
Feeling Marco withdraw the ice from between her legs, Amber glanced down and watched him pop the rapidly diminishing ice cube in his mouth. He sucked hard and Amber watched his throat contract as he swallowed.
“Nectar,” he ground out, his voice so deep and low it was more of a rumble. “You like that, bella?”
“Yes.” She moaned it out, hardly able to breathe with the pleasure of it all. “Oh God, yes.”
Ethan withdrew the cube from her breasts and did the same as Marco, sucking and swallowing the ice.
“I think she’s ready,” Marco said as he slipped a finger inside her aching pussy. “She’s wet and so damn hot.”
“Make her wait,” Ethan growled. “She doesn’t do patience that well. She needs to be taught a lesson. She’ll come when I say so, and not before.”
Marco pushed his finger in a little deeper and started moving it around her pussy. He smiled as Amber jerked her hips upward as if trying to get him to thrust deeper. “I’ve got instructions from your man not to let you come yet, bella. Looks like you’ll have to wait.”
Amber wanted to scream that she was on the bloody edge and soon there’d be no stopping her anyway. Besides, no man was going to tell her when she could climax, even if it was the man who had given her the most amazing orgasms of her life. “I don’t think I can stop myself.”
Marco laughed and withdrew his finger. He touched the tip to his mouth and slowly sucked down to the second knuckle of his forefinger. “If you want to go ahead without us, be our guest.”
Bastard, Amber thought as she wriggled on the table. Why didn’t he just do something about the aching need surging through her body? Or better still, let Ethan do something about it?
She craned her head to see Ethan, who still had her wrists pinned over her head. “Ethan, please.”
Like Marco, he laughed and dropped a kiss to her mouth.
Marco moved around the table and came to stand next to Ethan. He took over holding her wrists, so that Ethan could move down the table and stand between her legs.
He caught her ankles, lifting her legs until her ankles were hooked on his shoulders. He moved in, pushing her knees further up her body until she was desperately exposed for him. With his hands on the back of her thighs, he dropped his head and kissed her drenched pussy.
At the first touch of his tongue, Amber cried out and came harder than she’d ever done before.
She felt Marco’s hold on her wrists tighten, heard his intake of breath. “Fuck. That’s hot.”
Amber bucked as Ethan’s tongue pushed her harder and harder, the spasms seemingly never ending as her orgasm went on and on.
When she finally began the descent, Ethan withdrew his tongue. He straightened, gave her a long smoldering look. “I didn’t give you permission to come.” His low, gruff tone came to her filled with ominous intent. “You’ll need to be punished.”
He tugged her hips toward him and pulled her to a sitting position. As he lifted her up, she wrapped her legs around his waist and put her arms around his neck. “What did you have in mind?”
He kissed her as he turned and began to walk toward the door behind the bar. “You’ll find out when we get upstairs.”
“What’s upstairs?”
“Marco’s apartment.”
As Ethan switched on the light at the bottom of the narrow staircase, Marco came up behind them and switched off the lone red light in the bar.
She glanced at Marco, but then Ethan starting kissing her as he took the stairs with her still in his arms. It was desperately erotic, Amber thought as she clung to Ethan. She was completely naked—she’d lost her strappy sandals somewhere along the way—and yet the two men were still fully clothed. She felt so decadent she wanted to laugh.
Ethan moved along a narrow landing and nudged open the door to what was obviously Marco’s bedroom.
It was typical Marco. A seemingly king-sized bed topped with a black duvet cover and pillowcases. Even the curtains were black with stone colored stripes.
Ethan lay her down on the bed as Marco switched on a small bedside lamp. The room took on a soft glow.
Amber watched them as they stood at the foot of the bed staring down at her.
In unison, they pulled their tee shirts from their waistbands, revealing flat, muscled abs. Ethan raised his arm and reached back over his head to grab the top of his shirt. Marco held the bottom edges of his tee and pulled it up his chest and over his head.
Fascinating, she thought. Two different techniques and yet both equally sexy. She might have mused further on their similarities and differences, but it was hard to think when faced with two strapping males oozing testosterone and masculine power who looked at her as if they intended devouring her whole.
Ethan slipped the catch of his jeans, watching her as he slid down the zipper.
She already knew he went commando, so wasn’t surprised when his erection sprang free as he pulled down his jeans.
Marco undid the button on his waistband, slid down his zipper to reveal black boxer pants. He disposed of both his jeans and the boxers in one fell swoop.
Both men stood there in all their magnificent glory. Ethan was taller, more broad shouldered than Marco, but Marco was all lean muscle and slightly darker skinned.
Viva la difference, she thought headily.
Ethan planted his feet and folded his arms, looking down at her with mock displeasure. “Punishment,” he decided and pursed his lips as he nodded. “We need to make sure it fits the crime.”
Marco mirrored Ethan’s stance. “We could take turns eating her.”
“No. She enjoys that too much. That responsive pussy, remember?”
Marco nodded.
Fascinated, and hugely tuned on, Amber rested on her elbows and glanced from one to the other of them, her bottom lip caught between her teeth. She loved that Ethan was pretending to be cross with her, loved also the betraying softness in his eyes that told her he would never truly hurt her, at least not physically.
“Maybe we could start by making her spread her legs.”
“Nah. She’d like that, too.” Ethan cupped his chin with his thumb and forefinger, stroking it. “There’s only one thing for it.”
He moved around the bed and sat next to her. He flipped her over until she was face down. Then he pulled her hips, bringing her legs over his lap until she lay on her stomach, her ass sticking up into the air.
She heard Marco laugh softly. “Yeah. I like that. She has a great ass. You need to spank it hard.”
Oh hell. Amber felt her pussy clench and her breath catch. She’d never been spanked before.
Ethan’s first contact made her jump and she gave out a little mewl of surprise. It stung, but wasn’t altogether unpleasant, especially as she could feel Ethan’s thick erection jerk against her stomach.
His second slap was harder, sharper.
“Oww!”
He eased himself out from beneath her, then flipped her until she lay on her back spread-e
agled across the bed. Ethan eased himself above her, kissed her hard. Then he moved to the top of the bed. “Come here.”
Amber crawled to him, her backside tingling, and let him position her between his legs. Semi-supine, she felt Ethan’s hard length press into her back. He stretched his arms down, hooking them beneath Amber’s thighs and drawing her knees up and out.
Marco crawled onto the bed and kneeled between Amber’s legs. He was hard, his erection standing proud against his flat stomach. “I want some of that,” he drawled, brushing his fingers along the inside of her thighs. “Shit. Do I ever.”
“Help yourself.”
Since Ethan’s reply was a little scratchy, gruff, Amber slid her gaze to meet his. His eyes were dark, predatory slits almost covered by heavy lust-filled lids. He smiled at her, then lowered his head to cover her mouth with his.
At that moment, Marco’s tongue slid into her pussy, and she heard Ethan’s low growl as he caught her open mouthed gasp with the heat of his lips. Neither man released her from their punishing assault on her body, and Amber had never felt more female, more wanton, and more desired in her entire existence.
The feeling was electrifying and she reached her hands towards Ethan’s hips wanting the connection to his hot slick flesh and, she realized, his heart.
She wriggled against him, loving the feel of his pulsing erection against her ass.
Marco drew back and Amber wanted to moan at the loss of him at her wet core.
Seconds later, Ethan broke the kiss, and this time she complained with a moan.
As Marco sat back on his heels he glanced at Ethan, who nodded an unspoken reply.
Amber glanced between the two of them, aware that again she wasn’t party to the silent language they shared.
When Ethan reached out to the bedside cabinet and pulled out the drawer, she understood completely. A flutter of nerves danced through her, even as her pussy throbbed with anticipation.
Ethan tossed the foil packet to Marco who caught it easily in one hand. With his eyes on Amber, he placed the packet between his teeth and ripped.
Amber felt Ethan’s hard length throb and she squeezed his hips.
He released her legs and placed his palm on her chin, tilting her head until she was looking up into his questioning gaze. “Okay?”
She swallowed, aware that he was not only checking on her but requesting she reply to his unspoken question. Was she okay that Marco was about to fuck her. “Yes.”
He kissed her, then wrapped his arms around her waist before looking back at his friend and giving the briefest of nods.
Marco rolled on the condom, slid his hands under Amber’s ass and lifted her hips. The head of his cock nudged her pussy and she gasped, instinctively drawing her legs together.
“It’s okay, gorgeous,” Ethan murmured beside her. “Relax and let him fuck you. I want to watch you come, want you to know how hot you make me, how fucking hot you make us both.”
Ethan’s words were both a fiery blast and a salving balm to her nerves. All she had to do was what he said. Relax. Hell, she really wanted to. She really wanted this. She wanted to please Ethan, wanted to please Marco. Most of all she wanted to please herself, wanted to allow herself to experience all of it.
Being with Ethan she had started to unlock parts of herself that had been denied, parts that had lay dormant until she’d felt his touch. No longer did she want to play it safe, let other people’s opinions stipulate how she felt about herself and how she lived her life. She wanted Ethan, so badly it made her heart ache, and right now she wanted Marco.
She placed her hands over Ethan’s. As she made contact, he turned his palms and linked their fingers, squeezed. “That’s it,” he crooned as she relaxed her knees and spread her legs once more. “Let Marco have you, baby. Just this once.”
Just this once. The possessive tone underlying his words made Amber’s heart soar. She loved that he wanted her all to himself after this one time with Marco joining them. So this one time she would give her all to Marco; for herself and for Ethan. For them all. Just this once.
Marco pressed into her and she tensed at the unexpected depth of his invasion. She’d anticipated that he’d take it slowly, but as she held her breath he pushed home.
“Shit. You’re so damn hot, bella, I can’t take it slow.” Marco gasped out the words between snatched breaths, then he began to rock his hips, small shallow thrusts that had Amber matching his gasps, rocking her hips to meet him.
Ethan’s deep breaths rasped in her ear, his encouraging groans inspiring her to move faster, moan deeper.
She was putting on a show for him, she realized beneath the gathering of her own erotic pleasure. She knew how turned on he was watching her being screwed by another man.
Hell. Who would have thought that she could spin two amazingly hot men to such erotic heights? Turn them on to such an extent she could inspire the groans and heavy panting filling the bedroom?
She felt amazing. Wild. Reckless.
As Marco’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, she reached overhead and twined her arms around Ethan’s neck. Then as his hands found her breasts, she arched up into him. As she continued to rock her pelvis to match Marco’s power, Ethan slid one hand down to her pussy.
He pushed two fingers through her entrance and found her clit. With determined stealth he worked her as Marco continued to thrust into her.
Her eyes started to blur, her head began to swim and she knew that a cataclysmic orgasm was about to rage through her body.
She tensed, holding still as sensation gathered to a peak and she erupted up and over the edge of oblivion. She felt Marco spurt into the condom as Ethan’s hard length pushed into her back.
Marco held himself still above her as she collapsed back against Ethan. Slowly, Marco withdrew, staring down at her with those dark, lazy eyes as he tried to control his breathing. “Amazing, bella mia. I felt you come seconds before I lost it.”
Still lost in sensation, all Amber could do was flutter him a smile.
“You okay?” Ethan’s voice held the tension of a man still on the edge of a sensual precipice and through her foggy haze of thoughts she appreciated that he had still to climax.
As Marco scrambled off the bed and headed for the bathroom, Amber shifted until she was half turned to face Ethan. “I’m fine, but you’re not.”
He sucked in a long breath as Amber straddled him and slid her fingertips along the hard length of his cock. “Keep doing that and I’m improving by the second.”
Moments ago she’d wanted to curl into Ethan’s side and close her eyes to drift into a contented doze, but as she looked into his hooded eyes, watched his muscular chest heave as he tried to get in oxygen, her body came alive again and heat moved between her legs. “Oh, I intend to do more than that, lover.”
* * * *
Ethan’s breath caught as she grinned down at him like a lusty alley cat intent on sexual mischief. Her green eyes shone with wicked allure, her nimble fingers skimming his cock with the expertise of a seasoned wench in some backroom sex club.
Shit. He was a lucky man.
He reached up to her, fondling her breasts as he tried to push away the image of Marco pounding into her. Fuck. He didn’t know how he felt about it now that they were alone, but hell, it seemed to have shoved Amber’s self image up into the stratosphere, which was the whole point of the exercise. Or at least part of it.
Her fingers tightened around his cock, her movement fluid as she stroked his length up to the head and back again to his balls.
Ethan’s eyes rolled back in his head as she lightly fingered his balls hitting exactly the right spot on the underside of his cock. Stars exploded beneath his closed eyelids. “Shit, green eyes. Where did you learn that?”
She gave a soft laugh as she gyrated her pelvis so that her pussy brushed his hard length. “I’m just going with the flow.” Her eyes were bright with sinful intentions as she licked her lower lip, drawing her tongue slowly along her
plump mouth. “Do you like it?”
Fuck to hell and back. Did he like it?
He might have lost consciousness for a moment as she bent and licked the hot cum already escaping his head, but he gave himself a mental shake, wanting to watch her wicked tongue as it descended the length of his cock.
She took her own sweet time and when he couldn’t stand it any longer he reached for her and pulled her over his hot raging body to kiss those evil lips.
He grabbed her ass, pulling her against his cock until she gasped. “Not so smug now, are you?” he ground out as she settled against his erection.
She anchored her hands either side of his chest until she could look down at him. Her lips drew into a disappointed pout. “Not fair. You get to do what you want with me, yet you won’t let me return the compliment.”
With his hands still on her ass, he rotated her hips so her hot pussy massaged his raging cock. “Not sure I could survive your type of compliment.”
He loved the way her eyes flashed with delight and her pouting mouth morphed into a victorious smile. Releasing his hands, he let her shift to straddle him again.
Ah yes, he might have lost the battle but he’d won the war. The war against her lack of confidence, distress about what she considered her physical failings, the memories of the cruel insinuations from people who should know better. He saw in her eyes, in her countenance, that they were forgotten as she reveled in her ability to drive him wild.
As she positioned herself at his hips, her soft ass brushing the inside of his thighs as she sank down, he heard Marco come back into the room.
A towel wrapped around his waist, Marco went to the drawer and picked up a foil packet. “You want this?” he asked Amber, holding it out.
She smiled that cat smile at Marco as she reached out and took the packet from him before returning her gaze to Ethan. As Marco had done, she ripped the packet open with her teeth.
Hazily, Ethan wondered if she could have taken any longer to roll the damn condom on his cock and by the time he was suited and she raised herself over him, he was panting like an out of shape runner at the end of a marathon.