by Avery Gale
“But…but, I thought,” before she could finish speaking, Brodie had pressed his finger against her lips. Even though she was still in Lawton’s arms, with just that small touch she felt her entire body tense in anticipation.
“No, pet—tonight is about making a memory. Someday you’ll tell your grandchildren about the wonderful way you were introduced to making love. You’ll be able to encourage them to wait until they are ready, until the right person enters their life because you’ll be speaking from experience.” Brodie’s sweet words and the gentle tightening of Lawton’s arms as he pressed her closer was all it took to wake up her body and send sexual awareness skittering over ever nerve ending in her body.
Chapter Fifteen
Brodie was grateful Lawton had stopped him from crashing through the bathroom door, his friend’s hand on his shoulder had halted him a split second before he’d taken the last step. “Wait. You’ll frighten her.”
“That’s the point. She’s touching what’s ours, taking pleasure that is ours to give.” Brodie barely recognized his own voice it was so strained.
“I want to see exactly what we’re getting into first.” Brodie trusted Lawton’s instincts because they’d saved their asses too many times to count, but his palm was definitely itching for a replay of the swats she’d gotten earlier. Opening the door as quietly as possible, Brodie and Lawton both slipped silently into the humid room. It only took him a moment to appreciate the fact Lawton had just prevented him from making a huge mistake. Cressida’s head rested on a rolled up towel she’d placed on the edge of the tub, her hair pulled up in a messy mass of curls and secured by a large clip at the top of her head. Brodie assumed she’d found the large clip in the suitcase Parker brought her.
Cressida seemed to be completely lost in an erotic dream. She was calling their names letting them know just exactly who her body was responding to and that had his cock swelling to the point he wasn’t sure there was enough blood left to fuel his brain.
“She’s dreaming of us.” Brodie couldn’t tear his eyes away from her. Maybe he should feel like a Peeping Tom, but he was completely spellbound and it was impossible to think of anything but how close they were to finally making love to her. Since she’d agreed to put herself in their care for a month they were perfectly justified in their observations, but it didn’t matter—his conscience wouldn’t have been enough to make him leave the room anyway. “I know you’d always sworn she wanted us, but I didn’t really believe you until now. It seemed too good to be true.”
“I’ll get a towel out of the warmer, you get her out of there before she comes. I don’t care if she is dreaming about us, the hand between those gorgeous thighs doesn’t belong to either of us so it’s stealing what’s ours.” Brodie had already pulled his shirt off and they both growled with frustration as her moans continued to fill the air around them. You can’t get there by yourself, can you, pet? Even when your dreams are of our touch, your body knows the difference.
He suspected he’d been a sexual Dominant since his first intimate encounter with a woman when he’d been far too young to understand how to appropriately wield the power. Over the years he’d witnessed—and participated in—some of the hottest scenes imaginable and yet, he’d never been as affected by a woman’s soft cries of need as he was at this moment. Something about Cressida Walker pushed every one of his hot buttons and called to him as a man as well as a Dominant.
Shackling her small wrist with one hand, Brodie pulled her fingers from their frantic pursuit of pleasure. Cressida’s eyelids slowly fluttered open, eyes that were ordinarily brilliant green were now darkened with arousal. He knew she wasn’t fully awake, but that didn’t change the punch he felt in his gut when she asked why he’d stopped when she’d been so close. She hadn’t been fantasizing about them as she’d been pleasuring herself, she believed the fingers slick with her honey had been his and that realization gave him an inordinate amount of pleasure. Watching her settle in Lawton’s arms as he wrapped the warm towel around her made Brodie feel more peaceful than he had in years—it was as if that last piece of a puzzle had finally slid into place.
Looking down on her as she lay between them on the bed, he ran the back his fingers down the side of her face trailing slowly over the soft curve of her jaw. As his fingers moved down Cressida’s slender neck, her breathing hitched and Brodie watched her eyes blink open. They’d dimmed the lights and opened the floor length drapes, the color of her green eyes was a much darker green now and the hunger in them was unmistakable. They were high enough the lights of the city were somewhat dimmed, leaving her skin bathed in a warm glow of the candles they’d lit, it reminded Brodie of the moonlit nights he’d enjoyed camping as a kid. He may have been raised in the city, but his parents had been more than happy to send their argumentative son off to camp every summer. Between boarding school and camp, he’d rarely seen his parents—after his mom had died, he’d understood many of those excursions had been attempts to shield him from the horror of watching cancer eat away at the vivacious woman Deedra Walsh had once been.
The soft light made Cressida glow and Brodie couldn’t wait to see what she looked like lying on the deck of his dad’s yacht. They’d gotten the idea for the surprise trip when Parker mentioned her personal computer had been filled with pictures of beaches. He’d called his dad and been pleased to learn the boat he usually kept in Nantucket was currently anchored off the coast of St. Bart’s, but the best news was it was fully staffed and available. Personally, Brodie suspected that hadn’t actually been true at the time of their conversation, but his dad would have moved heaven and earth as soon as he’d heard who his son and Lawton intended to host. For all his flamboyant ways with women, Lee Walsh was a true romantic who’d never fully recovered from losing the love of his life—and just like Lawton’s, Parker’s, and Tristan’s parents, he thought the sun rose and set in Cressida Walker.
Raking his fingers slowly down her torso, he’d deliberately skirted around the outside curve of her breast, watching as her nipple drew even tighter—reaching up as if seeking his touch. Lawton’s looked over at him and smiled, “Let me see if I can help, it looks to me as if these pretty breasts are going to need some attention while you’re making our sub crazy for us.” Cressida’s soft moan and the involuntary arch of her back assured Brodie her body already knew she was theirs. He could hardly wait to fuck her into mindless abandon under the stars as the waves rocked them gently while the soft sounds of waves slapping against the hull filled the night.
Moving to the end of the bed, he looked down, “Spread your legs wide for me, pet. I want to see what you’re giving us.” He knew the split second delay wasn’t about hesitance, but it was the first time he’d seen what other Dom’s called “drunk on desire” in the eyes of a sub he and Lawton were topping. Tristan had explained that endorphins flood the brain slowing reactions, his friend often cautioned Doms at the club against punishing subs for their hesitance when it was physiological condition rather than an indication of uncertainty.
“Beautiful, so wet and swollen for us. I can’t wait to taste you, pet.” He didn’t waste any time proving to her just how hungry he was, the first swipe of his tongue through her soaking folds brought her off the bed, a keening sound of need filling the air. “We’re going to have to work on that, pet. Hold still, you’ll take what I give you.” Brodie saw Cressida’s face flush and knew she was embarrassed by her reaction, but she needn’t be. Contrary to the impression he’d given her, he knew the reaction had been mostly reflex, and even though they planned to teach her the basics of Dominance and submission protocol, he nor Lawton wanted to do anything to diminish that, because that sort of raw desire was pure aphrodisiac.
He set a relentless pace, alternating between teasing her shy clit out of hiding and lapping at the sensitive folds of her newly waxed pussy. It would have been easy to send her over, but he brought her to the edge several times before finally giving in to her cries for release. Watching her body
flush as her first orgasm at his hand swept over her in a crashing wave, was the single most erotic thing he’d ever witnessed. Brodie and Lawton switched places before Cressida’s body had even begun to recover.
They’d decided Law would be the first to make love to her because even though they were close in size, Law’s cock wasn’t quite as thick even though it was just a bit longer. Lawton had also taken more than one young woman’s virginity during his rebellious youth, so their hope was he’d have more of a grasp of how to proceed without causing Cressida any unnecessary discomfort.
As he watched Lawton fisting his cock as he swirled it around Cressida’s entrance, Brodie felt her stiffen beside him. “Pet?” His tone, as much as his unspoken question, had her turning toward him. The look on her beautiful face was one of pure anticipation. And her small smile was all the reassurance he needed. “Relax for your Master, pet. Let him in. Let him show you how much he wants you. Look at him, see how hard he’s working to hold on? Let us love you.”
*****
Lawton felt the muscles in his arms start to tremble under the strain and realized every muscle in his body was tensed with a barely restrained desperation. Turning his focus to the woman beneath him, he forced himself to relax knowing she’d remember this moment for the rest of her life and he wanted to make sure it was worth remembering. Brodie had calmed her while he’d been reining himself in, and it was yet another reminder of why sharing had appealed to him from the first time he’d experienced it. He’d shared women with both Parker and Tristan, but it had quickly became clear he and Brodie had an almost psychic connection, enabling them to work together flawlessly.
Leaning down to brush his lips over hers—back and forth, softly teasing her without ever actually pressing in to take the kiss he taunted her with. Lawton felt her begin to relax as her focus shifted from anxiety to need. “Let me lead you, baby, you need only follow along, because I won’t rush this.” He hadn’t asked her anything, but she moaned sweetly and the vibration against his lips made him smile. Rocking his hips forward ever so slightly, the head of his cock pressed just a fraction of the way inside her tight channel and he stilled when he felt her clench against the intrusion. “Relax for me, Cressi.” His use of the nickname he knew she preferred didn’t go unnoticed because all four partners rarely called her anything but Cressida. Not long after she’d started working for Templar Enterprises Group, she’d asked him why he refused to call her Cressi, he’d told her he loved her name and thought she should as well. She’d rolled her eyes and stalked from the room, much to the amusement of the other three owners who’d been listening to the exchange. The truth was more complicated, while he did love her full name, it had been a way for both he and Brodie to hold on to a bit of emotional distance. They’d already been struggling to wait until the time had been right to approach her, and any small advantage had been a necessary evil. He set a pace so slow he swore turtles probably fucked faster, but her pussy was so tight anything more ambitious would mean he’d risk causing her unnecessary pain at the minimum and tearing the sensitive tissues lining her vagina was a very real possibility considering how taut they were stretched, even when coaxed reverently.
Moving to nuzzle against the side of her neck, Lawton pressed kisses against the sensitive spot below her ear and was rewarded when he felt her entire body shiver in response. Good to know. “Let me in, baby girl. I promise to take very good care of you. Let go and I’ll take you to heaven with me. You’ll see why the ancients referred to an orgasm as the little death, but you have to let me take you there.” Her body was yielding to him, but her head was still holding her back.
Lawton had always felt sorry for women like Cressida, because society set the bar so high in regards to its expectation of modern women—demanding they be fearless and independent when it simply wasn’t reasonable to expect everyone to have the same goals. It was also a recipe for disaster for a true submissive. It would take them time, but he and Brodie would eventually convince Cressida that her sexual fulfillment was tied directly to her ability to let go and put herself fully in their care. Her greatest happiness and most exhilarating freedom would be found in submission—he hoped she learned the lesson quickly, because he doubted she’d ever be truly content until she accepted that part of herself.
Taking a chance, he grabbed her wrists and pushed them over her head. Speaking to Brodie, even though his eyes never left hers, he used the tone all subs responded to without even thinking, “Hold her. She belongs to us and I’m claiming what is ours. One day soon we’ll tie her to our bed and explore every inch of this delectable little body—map each spot, noting even the smallest reaction our touches elicit. But for now I’m going to take the gift she’s saved just for us.” Cressida’s transformation was so stark, he watched Brodie’s eyes widen in surprise and knew he’d barely hidden his own shock. The instant she’d felt bound by them, her body had completely surrendered itself to him. His slid forward with very little resistance as her sex seem to open like a budding flower and the next flex of his hips pushed him right up against the thin membrane standing as a testament to her virginity. Her response to being restrained held him completely spellbound, it was the most beautiful thing he’d ever seen.
“That’s it, baby, give yourself to me. Just let yourself fall into it, I’ll catch you. Master Brodie and I will always catch you.” He heard her quick gasp as he pushed past the thin barrier of her innocence and the tears that filled her eyes made his heart clench. Pressing butterfly kisses against her forehead, he whispered, “The worst is over, baby. You were so brave, I’m so proud of you. It’s all about pleasure now.” To prove his point, Lawton began a slow but steady pace, pushing in a fraction further on each thrust until he was fully seated, her scorching silk wrapped around him so tight it was bordering on painful.
The tip of his cock was pressed against her cervix and every time he took a breath the movement send ripples of response through her vaginal muscles nearly making him come. “Jesus. Hold still for a bit, baby. I’m holding on by a thread here.” Lawton heard the strain in his own voice and hoped like hell Brodie would take the fucking hint and distract her for a minute or ten, so he could regain some of the control he felt slipping through his fingers like fine sand.
*****
Cressi bit back the cry that threatened to break free, the sharp pain had been brief and in truth it hadn’t been that bad—but the symbolism and emotion of the moment, coupled with her surprise, brought tears to her eyes. She hated seeing Lawton’s reaction, hurting her had obviously taken a toll on him. His whispered words of praise sent the tears sliding down her temples before they disappeared into her hair. She’d dreamed of this moment for so long, wondered hundreds of times what it would feel like to have a man inside her body—but nothing she’d ever imagined came close to the reality of how incredible it felt.
She could feel the hard outer ring of Lawton’s cock head spearing through the unchallenged tissues and the burn as those untested muscles opening to him quickly morphed into an entirely different kind of heat. The scorching desire she’d felt when he’d shackled her wrists had blindsided her and suddenly her blood felt like molten lava surging through her veins. The heat she felt sent a sheen of sweat to the surface of her skin and for the first time she noted Lawton’s skin was already damp. When he’d leaned down to whisper against her ear, she’d inhaled the scent of Creed shower gel tinged with the earthy scent of man, the combination sent a flood of moisture to her sex. The simple restraint of Brodie’s hands holding hers immobile settled something inside of her when she’d known she no longer had any control over what was happening. The peaceful feeling that moved over her might have been more disconcerting if her brain hadn’t been floating happily along in a sweet fusion of endorphins laced with desire and pure, raw need. “Please…” the desperation in her voice seemed to spur something in Lawton and his thrusts came faster and faster.
“What do you need, baby? Tell me.” Lawton centered her attention once
again after Brodie had distracted her so effectively earlier. Just a few moments earlier, she’d felt her body instinctively trying to pull Lawton deeper, and when she’d thought he might be ready to give her what she’d needed, Brodie had used his free hand to roll and pinch one nipple while sucking the other so deep he was able to press it against the ridges along the roof of his mouth causing her to thrash her head back and forth while her mind tried to distinguish the line between pleasure and pain. That line blurred further when he nipped her, then soothed the throbbing bud with soft lashes of his tongue. Nothing they did lasted long, but the cumulative effect was devastating.
She hadn’t been able to articulate what she’d needed, but Lawton had seemed to know anyway. Once he’d finally begun slowly pulling back and then just as slowly pushing back in until she felt impossibly full, her body responded by catching fire. The inferno swept through her each time his cock slid deep, the heat of his body entering hers was enough to send her spiraling, but when he shifted his hips forward so he entered at a slightly different angle, Cressida cried out at the sensation. She felt a growl vibrate through his chest as it pressed hard against her, “And there it is, that sweet spot is going to light up your world like the Fourth of July, baby. Come with me, Cressida. Come now.”
Every cell in her body responded to the command, drawing tight enough to set off an explosion of fireworks behind her eyelids. Nothing existed in that moment but the pleasure blasting through her and the two men who had launched her into the abyss. As the roaring in her ears began to subside, Cressi wondered if it was always like this because what she’d just experienced had left her feeling fragile, vulnerable, and physically spent.