by Chelle Bliss
Nya gasped and rocked into her fingers, eating up every minute of this just like me.
12
Nya
Fuck me. I’d forgotten how hot and erotic it was to watch two people bound by passion in a delicate dance of push and pull. I couldn’t take my eyes off them as Ret pushed down his pants, exposing his massive cock.
My heart raced, pounding in my chest faster than before as my eyes swept across his body while he pulled off his shirt and threw it to the floor. Dear God. The man had everything and so much of it too. His long body was covered with tight muscles and perfectly sun-kissed skin. A small patch of dark hair had fallen over his forehead, almost covering his blue, intense eyes and making him look younger and somehow less intimidating. The muscles in his arms moved under his skin, flexing as he rubbed a hand over Alese’s ass slowly and methodically, following the swell of her cheeks.
There was a playful smirk on his lips when I lifted my gaze to his face. I plunged my fingers deeper, pretending I was the girl strapped to the bench about to be fucked and pleasured until I was begging for him to stop.
My eyes dropped to Alese as she panted, mouth open and wanting to be filled every bit as much as I did. He reached for the bulb on the anal plug, and my eyes widened as my asshole constricted, imagining that thing inside me, stretching me.
I was so turned on my fingers glided through my wetness with no resistance, slipping into my cunt like they were always meant to be there. I licked my lips and swallowed, my mouth dry and thirsty for something more, but not daring to move from my spot.
My breath faltered as he pushed his cock inside, grunting as he slipped past the plug and her body writhed in front of him. I squirmed and plunged a third finger inside, needing the feeling of fullness Alese was no doubt experiencing. Her breasts jiggled, bouncing forward with each thrust of Ret’s powerful hips against her body.
I felt each stroke, matching my rhythm with his as Alese’s hands wrapped around the bench and she moaned. I was so turned on, more than I’d been in months as I watched Ret fuck Alese silly. She gasped and so did I as he swiveled his hips, touching every bit of her pussy from the inside.
His grunts became louder and more punctuated. I thought he was about to come, following me over the cliff of ecstasy as I squeezed my eyes shut, too overcome with sensation to keep them open. My muscles seized and my breathing halted as the waves crashed over me again and again until I gasped for air, completely spent.
I opened my eyes, and they instantly widened as they fixed on Ret, still buried deep inside Alese and pumping into her like he was more of a machine than a human being.
“Damn,” I whispered under my breath, seriously impressed with his skill and stamina.
The only sounds in the room were skin slapping against skin, Alese’s moans of pleasure, Ret’s grunts, and my harsh breathing, working together to create the most beautiful symphony of ecstasy.
Ret tightened his grip on Alese’s hips and buried his other hand in her hair, tipping her head back and giving him more leverage. I watched, completely consumed by the scene playing out before me. Alese’s mouth fell open as she gasped for air. Ret’s hand loosened in her hair, but she didn’t let her head fall forward as he moved his fingers to the material tied around her face.
The blindfold dropped to the floor, and Alese opened her eyes, blinking away the haze and pinning me with her gaze. Lust built inside me, faster than it had ever happened before. My fingers slid against my wet flesh, my eyes locked on Alese and hers solely on me.
She grunted, matching Ret, as he slammed into her body, slapping her ass every few strokes. Her eyes watered as she bucked and begged for relief. I thrust my fingers deeper, watching her eyes follow my movements as I followed Ret’s lead and kept perfect pace. My wrist ached at the speed, but I couldn’t stop; I wouldn’t stop.
I widened my legs, feeling emboldened by the look of lust and want on Alese’s face as she watched me pleasure myself while being fucked relentlessly by Ret. I stuck my hand in my strapless top and pulled out my breasts, needing something more to push me over the edge a second time.
I bent my neck, pulled my breast to my lips, and closed my mouth around my hard and aching nipple. Pleasure shot through me, splintering inside my body until my toes curled.
I flickered my eyes to Alese, finding her still staring at me, scorching me with her gaze as I sucked on my nipple and thrust my fingers between my legs. Alese’s hands tightened around the bench as her eyes rolled back. Ret moaned, calling her name as he reached underneath the bench and slapped her pussy with a thud.
I gasped, my eyes widening as she tossed her head back and wailed, shaking against the restraints. Her moans came out on a crescendo, echoing off the walls of the tiny space as I followed her over the edge, unable to breathe.
I held Alese’s gaze as the orgasm rolled through me stronger than the first—and longer. Alese moaned as Ret slammed into her, drawing her orgasm out longer than I thought humanly possible as he followed.
I lay there, legs open, gasping for air, with my fingers still deep inside me, watching them as the aftershocks had both their bodies quaking. Sweat beaded across their flesh, glistening like a thousand points of light. I wasn’t sure how long we stayed like that… Me staring, Alese gasping, and Ret’s shaking legs showing he was, in fact, human after all, but it was intense and the single most erotic moment of my life.
No one had laid a hand on me, yet I came as if someone had flipped a switch, reawakening my hunger for sins of the flesh. I glanced toward the floor, slipping my fingers from between my legs and closing my knees, suddenly feeling overexposed. I didn’t know what had come over me as I let the lust and passion take control and all reason escaped me.
I kept my eyes on the floor, covered my breasts with my top, and wondered how the rest of the night would go. I’d never watched anyone I knew and didn’t know what proper protocol was for something like that. I mean, did I talk about it? Compliment them on their performance, even? I had no clue if we were supposed to pretend like the entire thing hadn’t happened even when it did.
These two people, the man who saved me and my new best friend, showed me their bodies, letting me into their intimate life, and I didn’t want to say anything to ruin the amazing thing we had going. If they threw me out, where would I go?
I sat in silence, hearing the rustle of their clothes, and closed my eyes, praying I hadn’t fucked up. Just breathe. I kept reminding myself there was nothing to fear. This was Alese and Ret, two of the nicest people I’d ever met.
The couch dipped on either side of me. “Nya.” Ret’s deep voice sent a shiver down my spine. “Open your eyes,” he said.
Slowly, I brought my gaze to his, swallowing the fear that had settled in the back of my throat. He touched my chin, lifting my face higher to fully meet his stare. “Are you okay?”
“Yes, Sir,” I responded quickly and blew out a shaky breath.
“Do you regret being here?” Alese asked as she placed her hand gently on my leg.
I shook my head, turning to face her with a smile. “No, ma’am. I enjoyed myself.”
She grinned and waggled her eyebrows. “Me too.”
“We both enjoyed having you here. We know it was a big step for you.” Ret smiled, but he kept his hands to himself as he wiped away the sweat that had formed on his forehead with a towel. “I don’t remember the last time she lasted that long.”
“What about you, tiger?” Alese chuckled and made a noise more like a baby lion, but it was cute anyway.
“I couldn’t give in so easily. I wanted to draw it out, but I’m not sure I’ll be able to walk tomorrow.”
He laughed and I cracked a smile, sitting between the two of them as they teased each other. It should’ve felt odd, but it didn’t. I should’ve been uncomfortable, but I wasn’t. There was a peacefulness inside my soul that I hadn’t felt in a long time, and it was present because of Ret and Alese.
Ret climbed to his feet and held out his
“No way, buddy. I want booze.”
“Three waters and three drinks, it is, but no more,” Ret said as he opened the door for us to walk out before him.
I went first, walking like I knew where the hell I was going, when I didn’t have a clue. I followed the deep thump of the bass toward the common room, hoping the music wasn’t leading me astray.
“You really went easy on me, Ret. Getting soft in your old age?”
I laughed, keeping my face forward as Alese spoke to Ret.
“Baby, I didn’t want to scare the girl. This was about each of us having pleasure, not just you,” he told her, and I could hear the playfulness in his voice.
“Sometimes I need a good spanking.”
“Your ass says you got it.”
“Don’t go all soft on me. I won’t even have a bruise tomorrow the way you were swatting me,” she told him. “Man up.”
“Watch it,” he warned, dropping his voice so low I barely heard him say, “We still have time.”
Fucking hell.
13
Ret
“It’s quiet without Flash, ya know?” Pop said, sitting down to our morning meeting to go over the week’s caseload. “I kind of hate when that little prick is away on assignment.”
“Don’t be an asshole. He’s not loud,” Morgan told Pop as he straightened the pile of files he had in front of him. “Not like you, at least. If you weren’t here, we’d probably finally enjoy some peace and quiet.”
Pop touched his moustache, running his fingers through the hair that was longer than usual as he stared at Morgan. “You’d miss my beautiful face.”
Morgan rolled his eyes. “Don’t push your luck.”
“Who’s your daddy?” Pop teased, elbowing him in the arm.
Morgan grumbled under his breath, hating being reminded that Bear was, in fact, his stepfather. It still felt odd to think I had a stepbrother, but I rolled with it. Even Janice seemed to take it better than I did, buddying up with our new brother easy. Legally, we were an insta-family, but that didn’t make family dinner any less weird.
Thomas walked into the conference room a little more dressed up than usual, and everyone noticed. “Hot date?” Frisco teased him before he had a chance to sit.
“It’s my anniversary, and I’m taking my girl out to dinner after work today.”
“An expensive dinner,” Angel said from the doorway. “I’m only working a half day today, boys, so you’re going to be on your own this afternoon.”
“We got this.” Pop winked, always trying to be the slick one.
“Does anyone need anything before I seal you inside?”
“We’re good, baby. Thanks.” Thomas slid the folders down the table like he always did to start every meeting. “Let’s start with Matías. Where are we with him?”
Matías was a wanted criminal, specializing in human trafficking. So far, the FBI, Interpol, and other legal entities hadn’t been able to catch him before he moved on to his new destination with a fresh crop of victims. I’d been tracking him, working with my contacts in the BDSM community to try to get a jump on his location before even the authorities got a whiff of his whereabouts.
I leaned back in my chair and tapped my pen against the folder, happy with the response I’d received from the BDSM community. No one wanted a guy like Matías on the streets. We had enough bullshit to deal with without a man like him kidnapping people and selling them into the sex-slave industry. “I have feelers out to all my community contacts. I expect to hear from them today. We should be able to move soon.”
“Let us know as soon as you hear something,” James told me.
“I will, boss.”
“Next order of business. What cases are we closing out this week?”
“I have a hell of one that I can finally say is over. Cheating husband and shit got ugly.” Pop gave him a big, toothy grin.
My phone started vibrating and dancing across the table, catching my attention. “I have to take this,” I said before heading toward the door to take Connor’s call.
Connor was the owner of Forbidden in Jacksonville and a longtime friend since we’d crossed paths in our younger days. If the man had intel, I’d jump on it because he was a man of his word and wouldn’t yank my chain with bullshit information.
“What’s up?”
“I did some asking around. Matías has been here on and off the last few weekends. If you want him, you better get your ass up here before he takes off again.”
“We’ll be there. Thanks, man.”
“If you don’t show, I’ll handle him myself.”
“I said we’ll be there. End of conversation.”
“Noted.”
I walked back into the conference room with a huge, shit-eating grin because we’d finally gotten a solid lead on Matías’s whereabouts. “Found the fucker.”
“Where is he?” James asked.
“He’s been frequenting a club in Jacksonville called Forbidden a few nights a week and has been there the last two weekends.”
Thomas leaned back in his chair, swiveling from side to side. “I can’t believe he’s still in Florida.”
James nodded as did everybody else because no one could believe that a criminal mastermind like Matías could be so stupid. “He must not have heard about my trip to Taboo. When should we head out?”
Forbidden was only open on the weekend, and knowing Matías, he’d gone underground already, waiting for the weekend to snag another victim. “Let’s get our ladies and head up there Friday. We may have to be gone a few days until he shows up. Is that okay, Thomas?”
“Wait.” Thomas straightened, and his face grew serious. “You’re going to take Izzy again?”
James shrugged like it was the most logical thing in the world and Thomas was crazy for even questioning him. “Yeah. We need the ladies with us to maintain our cover.”
Thomas scrubbed his hand down his face. “I don’t like it.”
“Have I ever let anything happen to her?”
“I trust you. Just be careful. If there’s any sign of trouble, get the fuck out.”
“I’ll be there with them, Thomas. Nothing will happen. I know the owner of the club, and we’ll be in good hands,” I told him because I’d protect anyone in that room, including their wives, with my own life.
I just had to break the news to Alese and Nya. I needed Alese by my side just as much as James needed Izzy. Nya would have to stay behind because I didn’t dare put her life in danger or put her through undue stress. I just hoped she could cope with being alone for a few days while we caught someone who deserved to be behind bars.
* * *
“When do we have to leave?” Alese rubbed her temples, not exactly ecstatic about our upcoming trip. Nya had gone back to her bedroom to grab one of my old sweatshirts I’d given to her as Alese prepped dinner.
“Friday morning.”
“What about Nya?”
That was the same thing I’d been thinking all day. We hadn’t left her alone yet, not for any extended period of time, at least, and I wasn’t sure I felt right doing it now. “Maybe my pop and Fran could stay with her while we’re gone.”
“Oy,” Alese groaned and dragged her hands down her face. “If they’re our only option.”
“She’ll be safe with them.” I knew my pop would do everything possible to keep Nya safe and calm while Fran cooked her food that was even more inedible than Alese’s dishes.
“I’ll break the news to her.”
“You make it sound like we’re getting rid of her.”
“That’s the last thing I want her to think. I just want to make sure she’s okay with it.”
“We’ll talk to her together. We owe her as much.”
Nya strolled back into the kitchen and froze. She glanced between us, knowing the vibe was off. “Why did you stop talking?”
“We didn’t.” Alese gave me the side-eye before she grabbed the wine I’d set out for dinner.
“We were just talking about this weekend.”
“That’s all?” Nya moved toward the counter, but she walked slowly, her eyes still moving between us.
Alese smiled nervously. “Let’s sit. Dinner’s ready, and I made Ret’s favorite.”
I scratched my head because I didn’t really have a favorite. I preferred something that wasn’t burned and dried-out, which she did with just about everything. But tonight was pasta, and it was probably the one thing she didn’t make like sandpaper, even if it resembled mush.
“Alese and I have to go away this weekend,” I said before everyone had a chance to sit down. There was no reason to delay it and end up ruining anyone’s appetite. If Nya was going to freak out, it was better to get it out of the way as quickly as possible.
“Oh.” Nya frowned, but she didn’t have a meltdown. “All weekend?”
“I have a case in Jacksonville, and I need Alese’s help. We won’t be gone all weekend. Hopefully, we’ll be home late Saturday or early Sunday.”
Nya pulled out her chair and grabbed her napkin as she sat down, seemingly unaffected. “That’s okay. Really. Don’t worry about me.”
Alese sat next to her and placed her hand over Nya’s as she rested it on the table. “We don’t want you to be alone in this big house all weekend. We had an idea.”
“I don’t need a babysitter, Alese.”
“They wouldn’t babysit you, Nya.” Alese leaned forward and grabbed the giant bowl of pasta that would probably be dinner for the week. “They’re Ret’s dad and stepmom. I thought you might enjoy spending some time with them. Maybe they can just check on you or something. Fran always likes to feel useful.” When Alese got nervous, she got chatty, and she was rambling.
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