by Kit Rocha
Finn’s hands were big, his skin rough. Lex’s were nimble, soft, and the difference in sensation was heady. Trix arched into their caresses—and choked on a moan when they pinched her nipple between their fingers.
“Do you suck her tits while you fuck her?” Lex asked intently.
Finn groaned. “Sometimes.”
Dallas skated one hand up Lex’s back to wind in her hair. “Is that what you want to do, Lexie? Put your mouth on her nipples while he fucks her?”
“Hell, yes.” She licked her lips and teased her fingertips under the top edge of Trix’s panties. “How wet and tight does she get? Or should I just see for myself?”
“Not yet.” Finn caught Trix’s wrists and guided her arms up until her fingers met behind his neck. He touched her all over on his way back down, smoothing gentle hands over her skin. Soothing her. Warning her. This was Finn at his most patient, determined to spin out her torment until she was trembling and wrecked by need.
She couldn’t wait, not tonight. She twisted in his arms, trying to ease the ache. “Finn.”
“Shh.” His lips brushed her ear, but his words weren’t a whisper. They were for Lex and Dallas, and they were deliciously commanding. “They’re both going to suck your tits,” he promised, sliding his fingers across her mouth to muffle her moan. His other hand settled over her linked fingers, holding her trapped. “All you have to do is feel it. And trust me.”
It was ridiculously arousing. She’d never been into bondage, but here, like this—held down and offered up—she was free. With every bit of control stripped away, even her voice, she could only focus on sensation.
On pleasure. Blood roared in her ears as Dallas swatted Lex’s hip, urging her to move. Then she was surrounded, with Finn at her back, and Dallas on one side, stroking his fingers along the curve of her breast.
Lex stretched out on top of her, all soft skin and supple leather, and breathed a sigh. “Fuck, honey. You look so good like this.” She licked Finn’s fingers where they covered Trix’s mouth, then leaned past her to nip at Finn’s lower lip.
Trix turned her head just a little, far enough to see the flash of tongue. They were close, so close that the slick sound of their kiss tickled her ear, and her pussy clenched. They’d fuck her like this, fuck each other like this, and she’d drink in every goddamn moment of ecstasy.
Because it was all for her.
Dallas touched her chin, tilted her face to his. “He’s ours now, sweetheart. Yours, first and always. But ours, too.”
Yes.
Lex’s mouth drifted from Finn’s, over to Trix’s ear, and down to the line of her jaw. “Sweet,” she whispered. “So fucking sweet.”
“I know.” Finn circled one fingertip at the corner of her mouth. “Taste her.”
Dallas slipped his fingers into Lex’s hair again, dragging her mouth to his for a quick, raw kiss. Tongues and teeth and groans, the way Finn kissed her when his control slipped, when he dared be a little rough. His fingers tightened around Trix’s hands, as if he found the sight as arousing as she did. He was already so hard beneath her, his dick straining his jeans as she squirmed in his lap.
And then Dallas and Lex bent lower. Heat streaked through Trix as Lex’s lips brushed her breast, then again, hotter, when Dallas’s tongue grazed her nipple.
She had only a moment to process the sensation before Lex joined him. Trix cried out against Finn’s hand as their tongues circled the hard peak of her nipple, teasing and flicking.
She needed to pull them closer. She needed to push them away. She could do neither, so she arched her hips helplessly, and Lex rewarded her by pressing one firm thigh to her pussy.
Trix bit Finn’s hand as Lex rocked, rubbing warm leather against her soaked panties. She was wet and so, so ready, but they held her back, not giving her quite enough pressure on her clit to make her come.
Finn shifted his hand, freeing her mouth but wrapping his fingers gently around her throat. “What do you feel?”
“Please. Oh God, please.” She was babbling. She couldn’t stop. “It feels so good, please—”
“Oh, fuck me.” Lex shuddered. “Is this what you like, honey? His big, strong hand on your throat while he makes you beg?”
“I always give in.” Finn kissed her temple. “She knows I’ll give in. She knows I’ll do anything.”
“I can see why.” Lex stroked her hand across the top of Trix’s chest, just under Finn’s hand. “You’re so pretty, honey. Flushed and turned on and pleading. I’d give in, too.”
“Liar,” Dallas chided, voice full of fond approval. His fingers pinched tight around Trix’s nipple, the perfect bite of pain to slice through the aching longing. He tugged, toying with her until Trix whimpered. “Don’t let Lex fool you, sweetheart. She’s more sadistic than I am. Ask her how long she made Rachel wait before she came the first time.”
“I’ve heard.” Everyone talked about the night Rachel had shed the last of her good-girl shell with Dallas and Lex.
“I haven’t,” Finn murmured. He shifted his legs, widening his stance, forcing Trix’s knees apart to give Lex more room between them. “Dallas?”
Trix thought he was asking for the story until Dallas nodded and caught her wrists, freeing Finn’s hands while keeping her trapped. And Finn didn’t waste any time before laying his hand on the back of Lex’s head and urging her down. “Show me. Make her beg.”
Lex groaned. “You filthy bastard.” She jerked her head, not to get away, but to pull against Finn’s grip. When he held tight, she groaned again.
Then she reached back, blindly fumbling for Dallas’s pocket. Her hand brushed the erection straining his fly, and he hissed and ground up against her, his laugh strained. “You looking for something, love?”
“Found it.” She tugged a switchblade out of his pocket and held it up, skating her thumb over the little silver button.
Trix must have shivered, because Finn stroked a soothing hand along her jaw. “Too much?”
“No, it’s—” She’d fucking die if they stopped. “I’m good. I promise.”
“Then watch her cut those panties off you.” He returned his hand to her throat, tighter this time. A hint of darkness under all that careful gentleness, the same wildness that edged his words. “She could hurt you, too. But she never would. You’re safe with us.”
There was nothing safe about the weight of his hand, or Dallas’s steely grip on her wrists, or the look in Lex’s eyes as she pressed the button that sent the sharp, shining blade sliding free of the hilt.
They could destroy her, and she’d love every second of it.
Lex trailed the flat part of the blade lightly over Trix’s skin, down between her breasts and past her navel. It slipped beneath the lace, cold against her bare, heated flesh.
Then Lex twisted the knife, and it sliced through the fabric like hot metal through ice.
Dallas made an approving noise and caught the satin, dragging it away from Trix’s body. “Look at this sweet, neglected pussy. You’re aching for it, aren’t you, darling?”
“Yes,” she and Lex answered at the same time, then laughed together.
Finn released Lex, only to slide his hand down Trix’s abdomen. His fingertips stroked her pussy lips lightly. “Dallas?”
“Yeah?”
His fingers stilled. Parted her. The cool air shivered over her, enhancing the sudden feeling of exposure. “Do you guys keep your fancy fucking lube in here?”
Trix’s heart stuttered. “Finn...”
It was Dallas’s turn to laugh as he rose from the couch. “I have something better than that.”
Torment was too mild a word for it. Trix was aroused and aching, desperate for deeper contact. Defiance rose in a rough swell, and she bucked up against Finn’s hand. He accidentally grazed her clit, and she shuddered through the sharp, sudden flash of pleasure.
His chest rumbled against her back in a low growl, the only warning before the world tilted. He folded his huge hands under h
er thighs and dragged them up, spreading her wide. Then he hooked his arms under her knees and pulled them toward her chest, leaving her trapped in a different way, bared to Lex and anyone else who glanced at the stage.
“Cut them the rest of the way off,” he ordered.
“Bossy son of a bitch,” Lex muttered. But she obeyed, then retracted the blade and dropped the knife beside the couch. “You’re damn lucky you’re hot.”
“I’m damn lucky,” Finn agreed, pulling Trix’s legs higher. She was cradled now, floating, cut off from any touchstone but his body. He nuzzled her temple. “And so are you. Because you get to touch her.”
“Mmm.” Lex stroked both thumbs lightly up the insides of Trix’s thighs, eliciting another shiver. “He really does want you out of your head, doesn’t he?”
“You don’t even know.” Her voice came out strangled, urgent, and Trix took a deep breath. “He’d do this all night.”
“That’s lovely.” Lex reached the tops of her thighs, and she continued on by tracing over the swells of Trix’s outer lips. “And so are you.”
“She’s perfect.” Finn smiled, and she felt the curve of his lips against her ear. “Make her come, Lex. Just once. Because we’re going to push her so much higher when Dallas gets back.”
“My pleasure.” Lex was close enough for her breath to feather over skin, and she lingered there for a heartbeat before dropping her open mouth to Trix’s pussy. She licked and sucked, teased her tongue over swollen flesh until Trix was shaking in Finn’s steely grip.
Then she lifted her head, licked her lips, smiled wickedly—and brought her hand down on Trix’s exposed clit in a single stinging slap.
Trix shattered—there was no other word for the shock of it. If she’d had the breath, she might have screamed, but instead she tensed and shook as the shock gave way to pulsing bliss, to a heat that rolled out from her core in heavy waves.
Finn held her through it, murmuring encouragement as she shuddered. When she managed to open her eyes, Dallas was back, kneeling behind Lex with one hand holding her head back at a brutal angle.
“Just for that,” he rumbled, “I might not let you taste her again.”
“You know I’m a greedy bitch.” She held Trix’s gaze as she lifted her wet fingers to Dallas’s mouth. “It’s why you love me.”
Dallas licked her finger and grinned. “You were right, love. So sweet.” He guided her hand back to Trix’s body, slicking their twined fingers against her, and spoke over her gasp. “I bet Finn wants to taste.”
“Fuck, yeah,” Finn growled, his fingers flexing on her legs.
She was still drifting down, but her hunger had grown claws in the hollow emptiness. It dug in, clinging to the most hidden parts of her, and nothing but deeper contact could sate it.
She was trapped against Finn, could barely move, but she needed to be filled. She rocked her hips and bit off a frustrated noise when they kept their touches light.
“Do you want more?” Finn asked after another moment of teasing.
“Christ, yes. More—” The word broke on a sob. “I don’t need to come again. I need to get fucked.”
“All right,” he whispered, lowering her legs. “Turn around.”
Her limbs were wobbly, uncoordinated, both from being held and from the dizzying aftermath of her orgasm. Finn had to catch her when she almost tipped over, and she collapsed against his chest, her hands braced on his shoulders.
Smiling, he tilted her head up and brushed a kiss to her lips. “I don’t think you need to get fucked. I think you need something else.”
His smile, his words. His hands on her face, and that look in his eyes—as if he’d never seen anything more precious in his life, and he’d stopped looking, because he knew he never would. “What do I need?”
“To believe.” His words were a whispered promise. “That I’ll never leave you hanging again.”
It had never seemed easy before. Their history was full of missteps, a tangled mess of good intentions gone from bad to worse. But here, now, the way forward was so painfully clear.
She told him so. “You and me, baby. There isn’t anything else.”
“Yeah, there is,” he replied, closing one hand over her wrist. Over her ink. “You and me, and everything else.”
Her family. She slid her arms around his neck and pressed her lips to his cheek, breathing her own promise. “And everything else.”
With Trix trembling in his arms, Finn had never felt the responsibility of her trust more heavily. And he’d never relished it more.
It was trust, not habit or helplessness. Pure, heady faith, giving up control and the things she craved because she trusted him to give her back everything, hotter and deeper and more because no one could want her to feel pleasure the way he did.
Almost no one. Lex was gazing at them with a softness in her eyes, one that translated to her touch as she stroked Trix’s disheveled hair. “I love the way you look at her.”
Finn loved the way she looked at Trix, too. The way they all looked at her. Dallas, who was patient and indulgent, as if he’d sit there all fucking night if that was what Trix—and Lex—needed. Bren and Six, who sat nestled together on one of the couches, watching as if being allowed to was a fucking honor. Even Ace, who had a hand around Cruz’s cock, holding it as Rachel bobbed up and down, still found a lewd, approving smile for Finn.
They were all filthy in their own ways. Without shame and without judgment, and it was the most intoxicating fucking thing he’d ever seen. You couldn’t bottle the high that came with loving acceptance. You couldn’t buy it.
You had to earn it.
Finn raised his hand to Lex’s, tangling their fingers in Trix’s disheveled hair. “I love the way you touch her. You like to tease.”
She hummed. “Any idiot can get someone off. It takes skill to make it a singular fucking experience.”
Trix lifted her head and nodded, her expression solemn. “The gospel according to Lex.”
It earned her a swat on the ass. “Cheeky bitch.”
“You’re one to talk,” Dallas retorted. With Trix’s attention diverted, he held up the objects he’d retrieved—a sleek silver plug and some of that fancy lubricant—and raised an eyebrow.
Maybe Finn was selfish after all. He could already imagine the noises Trix would make, how tight she’d be as he slid into her and her ass clenched around the damn thing. “Have Lex do it,” he said, tightening his grip on Trix’s hair when she would have turned to look. “Trust us.”
She swallowed hard, but nodded. “I do, I trust—” She cut off with a low noise as Lex drizzled some of the lube on her ass.
“Cold?” Lex rubbed it into Trix’s skin, squeezing her ass as she caressed wide, slow circles on her skin. “It’ll get hot, I promise.”
Dallas’s hands joined Lex’s, stroking, spreading. They moved in concert, a lewd, glorious dance that had Trix whimpering as Lex teased her with the shining steel.
With the grip in her hair, Finn forced Trix’s gaze back to his. “I think you like to be full, don’t you?”
She bit her lower lip, then licked it. “Is that what she has? A plug to stretch my ass before you fuck me?”
His cock ached at the image that conjured—Trix bent before him, her hips under his hands, her body shaking as he took forever to rock his way into that tight, hot space. “Not before,” he rasped. “While.”
Her blue eyes widened—at first, he thought, at the words, but then he saw Lex pressing the glistening plug home. Trix shivered as the tapered tip penetrated her asshole, but tensed as it drove deeper.
Lex kissed the curve of her hip. “Relax, honey. Take it.”
Finn slipped a hand between them, down the trembling flesh of her abdomen. Her pussy was so damn wet, slick, and hot. He cupped her, gave in and stroked her, just to watch those eyes widen farther. Every emotion that played across her face was a quiet victory, proof of some truth that defied words.
She was his. Not because she
had to be, but because she wanted to be.
She hissed in another breath, and he felt broad fingers bump his. Dallas’s hand, and it was Finn’s choice to keep her for himself or to push past greedy possessiveness and let her have everything this moment could be.
Spreading his fingers, he parted her outer lips. Then he caught her gaze, held it as she panted and squirmed, the realization of what was coming bright in her eyes even before he spoke. “How many of his fingers do you want, baby?”
“I want everything.” Whispered words, words she’d given him before, and undeniable now in their truth.
Everything.
He could give her that.
“Slow,” he told Dallas, not looking away from Trix. “But no more teasing. Let’s make her fly.”
She hissed and rocked back as Dallas’s arm flexed, and Finn wrapped his hand more firmly in her hair to hold her in place. “How many fingers do you feel, Trix?”
“One, just—” Her voice cracked, dissolved. “Two.”
Her cheeks were flushed, her eyes glazed. Every raspy little noise that fell from those parted lips twisted him up, and no. He would never stop being greedy and possessive. But it was her pleasure he wanted, the thrill of being the one she stared at in wild-eyed arousal as her body tensed.
“Are you ready?” he whispered, grazing the pad of his middle finger over her swollen clit.
She jerked in his arms. “Ready?”
Stupid question. She’d been ready forever. So he gave her what she needed, slow, firm strokes, just rough enough to push her over the edge. She came with a cry, her fingernails digging in to his skin as she shuddered and clung to him.
Then she made a lower sound, harsh and husky. “Fuck. Fuck—”
Lex smiled against Trix’s hip. Then her thumb brushed Finn’s hand, her wrist turned so that she could only be fucking her fingers in along with Dallas’s.
The man’s words confirmed it, low and approving as Trix whimpered. “You’re squeezing us so tight, darling. Taking everything, so sweet and needy.”
“Harder,” she pleaded. “Fuck me harder.”
Lex’s black-and-white nails scratched up Finn’s arm, then clicked against his belt buckle. “Open his pants, honey.”