Beyond Jealousy

by Kit Rocha

  Ace broke away, and Rachel stared up at Cruz, unmoving. "Was this his idea or yours?"

  The corner of his mouth kicked up. "Ace has a thousand dirty ideas, but I pick when and how."

  It was that simple, need converging until there could be nothing but pleasure. The three of them, each wanting what the others could give.

  Or take.

  She tightened her grip, and Cruz shuddered, thrusting into her hand. His gaze fixed on her mouth again, and there could be no doubts about the path of his thoughts.

  He voiced the command anyway, using that implacable hand at the back of her head to guide her down. "On your hands and knees. I want your mouth, and Ace needs your ass."

  "For something sparkly?" She murmured the words against Cruz's tight abdomen, more to feel his muscles flex at the warmth of her breath than to ask any real question. What didn't matter. She'd take anything, because Ace would never hurt her, not unless she wanted him to.

  Cruz's cock nestled between her breasts, and she grinned up at him as she leaned lower. Lower, until she could run her tongue down the underside of his shaft without looking away. He shuddered, his hips jerking before he regained his perfect control.

  It was Ace who answered her, returning to walk his fingers down her spine before landing a teasing, openhanded slap on her ass. "Cruz has himself a dirty little fantasy, angel, but you'll have to work up to it."

  "What kind of fantasy?"

  "You know what kind." Ace smoothed his hand over her stinging skin before dipping lower. His fingers stroked between her legs, over her pussy, eliciting another shudder. "The kind where you're riding both of our cocks at the same time."

  She squeezed her hand tight around Cruz's dick. It pulsed under her touch, and she swallowed a moan. "I could do it now." Barely a lie, and it wouldn't be one for long, not when she was sandwiched between them, every inch of skin touching theirs, inside and out.

  "No." Cruz's voice was rough, but the fingers at the back of her head were gentle. "Tonight, you're going to take what Ace gives you. What I let him give you. Do you trust me?"

  "With every breath."

  Cruz folded his free hand around hers, guiding it up his shaft. "Then spread your legs wider. Ace?"

  "On it." The teasing touch of his fingers vanished. Something else took their place, something cool. Hard. It stroked between her pussy lips and down to graze her clit. "We'll start you off easy. This isn't too big, though it might feel that way when it's nestled in your ass and you're riding Cruz."

  A plug. She craned her head far enough to see the flash of silver in his hand a moment before it centered on her ass. It slid over her skin, slippery and warming rapidly, and he pushed it into her, slowly but firmly.

  She told herself to breathe, but everything shuddered to a halt as the plug breached tight rings of muscle, unyielding and way too fucking big because she'd never done this before, never--

  The discomfort melted into a shock of pleasure that raced up her spine. It dragged a stunned moan out of her burning lungs as the plug settled into place, heavy and foreign.

  "There you go." Ace rubbed her hip with one hand and cupped her pussy with the other. "Talk to me, Rae."

  She opened her mouth, but all that came out was another moan, this one pleading. Cruz tilted her head back and studied her with dark eyes. "You're all right, aren't you?"

  Words didn't exist for how she felt, but she tried anyway. "It'll never be enough."

  "I know." He pressed the slick head of his cock against her lips, tracing it from one corner to the other before rumbling another of those implacable commands. "Open for me."

  Yes. She licked him again, this time in a slow circle around the crown, and closed her mouth around him. He shuddered and pushed deeper--not fast or rough, but steady, with his hand on her head to hold her in place as he pumped in and out.

  Warmth blanketed her. Ace, leaning over her, his skin hot on hers and his jeans a taunting abrasion against the backs of her thighs. He braced one arm on the floor next to hers as his mouth brushed her ear. "Put your hand on mine. If something gets too intense, you squeeze three times. Understand?"

  She slid her hand over his, wondering dizzily what they had planned, what could be so intense that she might need an out. Then Cruz tightened his hand, rolling his hips forward with enough force to thrust all the way to the back of her throat.

  She gagged, caught off-guard not only by the suddenness of it, but by the way he shuddered then groaned when she didn't try to pull away.

  Ace echoed the noise, his breath hot on her ear. "I've told him a hundred times that there's nothing civilized about a good fuck. Only what gets everyone horny."

  God, horny didn't come close. It was such a weak word for the ache that left her wet and fidgeting, bucking toward the hand that Ace dipped down over her hip.

  Then his fingers made contact, and he hissed as he spread her pussy lips wide and pumped one finger into her. "If everyone feels good, nothing's bad. Not wanting it, not doing it... And you feel good, don't you?"

  She had to pull back, just enough to breathe, and she squeezed Ace's hand, careful to do it slowly and only once, so they wouldn't stop.

  They couldn't ever stop.

  Cruz let her catch her breath before surging forward again. "So beautiful," he ground out, rocking back and forth, in and out. Fucking her mouth, each glide a little rougher, a little deeper. "You take everything I give you, so sweet and perfect."

  For the first time, he didn't seem to be fighting it, just falling into her. And it was a gift--him giving them his control, if only for a while--so she sucked harder, followed him when he would have backed off to give her space and air.

  All unspoken, but as loud and plain as she could make it without shouting--more.

  "Tilt her head back," Ace said. Cruz did, guiding her with the fingers twisted in her hair, and Ace hummed his approval against her cheek.

  She could see his face like this, his eyes. They blazed as he thrust forward again, the new angle easing his way. Cruz groaned helplessly as her lips stretched around the base of his shaft, and she swallowed him, desperate to keep him as deep as she could, until her need for oxygen trumped her need for him.

  Maybe it never would.

  He took the choice from her, pulling back to give her time to gasp in a breath, and then he was back, just as deep, only this time Ace drove two fingers into her, curling both with a low noise. "Do you feel it? How fucking tight you are when your ass is mine?"

  His knuckles bumped against the back wall of her vagina with every stroke, shifting the metal buried in her ass. So full, but not full enough. Not yet. She clenched around his fingers and squeezed his hand again, her eyes locked with Cruz's.

  He dragged her head back, his chest heaving. "Tell him what you want."

  An impossible task. What she wanted was what she had, Cruz and Ace and this moment, forever. But needs? Oh, she had those. "I need to come. Please."

  He nodded and guided her upright. "Turn around."

  She obeyed, gasping when the change in position shifted the plug again. The wide, flanged end still outside her body felt odd, and she wiggled as she settled on her hands and knees once more.

  It left her staring up at Ace's smug, lazy smile. "You like this too much," she whispered, matching his expression with a smile of her own.

  "Like you don't." He traced her smile with one slippery fingertip before ducking his head to lick her lips.

  "Not at all." She chased his mouth and bit him. "I love it."

  Ace laughed and kissed her, teasing his tongue over hers as Cruz stroked the head of his cock between her pussy lips. He felt bigger than ever, poised against her, and Ace pulled back to grip her chin. "Look at me while he fucks that gorgeous cock all the way into you."

  He'd spoken of intensity before. This defined the word, having Cruz, huge and hard as steel, ready to thrust into her as she gazed into Ace's eyes, eyes that could see through anyone, anytime. "I think I'm gonna come," she confessed.


  Ace didn't look away. "Can she, brother?"

  Cruz gripped her hip hard and pushed inside. Not far, an inch or two at most, and it still made her legs shake. "She fucking well better."

  Harsh words. Demanding ones. Rachel gritted her teeth and leaned against Ace, nestling her face in the crook of his neck. "You know how big he is," she said. "How full I'm going to be."

  "I know." It was his turn to sink his fingers into her hair. They were different from Cruz's, long and clever, weaving between the disheveled strands. He cradled her with both hands, coaxing her head back up with his thumbs on her jaw. "No hiding it from me."

  She met his eyes again, but couldn't resist teasing him. "Why not? You want to know how good this feels?" She lowered her voice to a purr. "Try it sometime."

  But Ace only smiled, his gaze flicking up briefly. To Cruz, whose fingers clenched as Ace replied. "Oh, I plan on it."

  Rachel's heart stuttered. "Can I watch?"

  "Maybe." He lowered his lips, until they were almost touching hers. "Might be hard, though, if I'm inside you, fucking you while he fucks me. All of us fucking each other."

  Cruz bit off a curse. His hips surged, driving his cock into her and driving her mouth against Ace's. They crashed together, the three of them connected by passion, by pleasure. By this craving that nothing seemed to sate.

  It splintered through Rachel, igniting every nerve ending. She clung to Ace, her arms around his neck, her bare skin slip-sliding over his with every one of Cruz's rough, insistent thrusts.

  Ace bit her lip, freeing one hand from her hair to reach down her body. He was the only thing keeping her in place, holding her up while Cruz slammed deeper with a hoarse sound. No words, not this time, just animal sounds as he lifted her hips and fucked her harder.

  But Ace had the words. He always did. He fingered her clit, pushing her higher with slick little circles. "Just like that, angel. Come on that beautiful cock. Show him that you like to be taken."

  "I love it." Her nails bit into his shoulder, his neck, as the first waves of hot, clenching ecstasy washed through her, bathing her in fire. "I love you--"

  He swallowed the rest of her sentence, his kiss frantic, wild. Not like he was trying to muffle the words, but like he was trying to steal them, lick them off her tongue and make them real.

  But nothing had ever been more real. Every second of pain and laughter and longing had been leading her here, to this moment, and she embraced it. She slid her fingers into Ace's hair and held tight, even as she reached back with her free hand to cover Cruz's, and she clung to them both as pleasure swept her away.

  Nothing had ever been more real.

  Chapter Twelve

  The only thing better than watching Rachel shake her way to orgasm was doing it with the words I love you echoing in his head.

  Ace was usually enamored of the visuals. The sweaty glory of sex and how it got messier as things heated up. Parted lips, swollen from sucking cock, and slick pussy, swollen from a firm fucking. Smooth flesh, pink from fingers and stubble and teeth, or bisected by artistic welts.

  You could reconjure all the most beautiful depravity of any night by tracing the marks left behind. A carnal detective, recreating the scene of the crime.

  But God, tonight the sounds were killing him.

  I love you.

  She had said it before with hate in her eyes, riding hurt and a broken heart. Now she'd said it with drunken passion, riding Cruz's dick.

  Maybe someday she'd say it with nothing between them but quiet truth.

  Not that he was complaining. Fuck, no, not when Cruz finished with a final thrust and another sound that shook through Ace. Tortured relief--not just an orgasm, but true fucking release. An entire adult life of denial, spent in one fury of wild-eyed passion, and suddenly it didn't matter that Rachel's words were still bouncing against the inside of Ace's skull. That his jeans were crushing a dick that had flown by too hard ten fucking minutes ago.

  Cruz needed him right now, more than he ever had.

  Ace coaxed a final shudder from Rachel and eased his hand away before he could wind her back up. "Don't you go flying again yet, angel. I don't care how good his cock felt." Words spoken to her but meant for Cruz, a reassurance of Rachel's enjoyment before doubt could close in.

  She collapsed against him with a laugh, trembling, her cheek and temple damp on his shoulder. "I can't stop shaking."

  "I know, Rae." Ace cupped the back of her head and smiled at Cruz. "You did a number on him, too. You should see the look in his eyes."

  Cruz frowned. Well, he tried to frown, and Ace felt his smile widen to a grin when stone-faced Cruz stroked Rachel's hip with a soft look in his glazed eyes. "He never shuts up, does he?"

  "Never." She kissed the side of Ace's neck with a pleased hum. "And his words are just like him. Every time he opens his mouth, something filthy and gorgeous comes out."

  "Can't help it, lovers." He liked that word, the way it rolled off his tongue to curl around both of them. It let him pretend he wasn't gate-crashing a couple this time, a tourist in someone else's torrid love affair.

  For now, at least, they were his. A matched set of filthy-minded innocents who wanted to get dirty, and he wasn't about to waste a goddamn moment of it.

  Cruz and Rachel were both dazed, so Ace slipped into the driver's seat. It wasn't hard--he'd had years of practice at nudging a situation without seeming to have taken control.

  He eased Rachel upright, letting her fall back against Cruz's chest, and rocked to his feet. "If you two are all worn out, I'll have to take care of my own dick."

  Rachel laid a hand on Cruz's cheek, then turned her face up to his with a questioning look.

  Fuck if Ace knew what that question was, but Cruz's lips tilted up in a secret smile, like they had their own silent language. He made it look easy, and jealousy might have stirred if Cruz hadn't turned that smile toward him. "Get naked and get on the bed."

  A command, without prompting. Halle-fucking-lujah.

  Ace tore open his belt and damn near tripped in his haste to shed his jeans. Rachel laughed again, soft and hot, and tugged the denim down his legs. It put her mouth close to his neglected cock, and he spent a few seconds imagining her with those swollen lips around him, swallowing him with the same eager moans she'd given Cruz.

  Patience. He had to fight the urge to grasp for everything, to exhaust them all in his quest to check off every fantasy on a list so long, Sector Four probably didn't have enough paper to contain it. If he wanted to make the most of every moment, he had to silence that mental countdown, the one that whispered to make the most of every hour, every minute, every second.

  Fear lied. Rachel and Cruz weren't slipping away from him--not yet, anyway. So he stepped back, sprawled across Cruz's neatly made bed, and let his newly corrupted lovers come to him.

  Cruz nudged Rachel forward, urging and permitting, all at once. She knelt over one of Ace's legs and braced her hands beside his hips.

  That sweet little smile remained. "It's my turn, you know. Are you ready for all those dirty ideas you don't think I have?"

  He'd never imagined her pure. Sweet, yeah. Trusting, sure. Maybe inexperienced, but not wide-eyed and innocent like Noelle had been in her early days. Only her endearing eagerness had saved Noelle from being a high-maintenance Eden virgin, and Ace had had his share of those.

  But he wasn't dumb enough to admit as much to Rachel, not when a challenge could spur her to reach for extra-filthy heights. So he tugged at a strand of her hair with a teasing smile. "You? Dirty? I'll believe that when I see it."

  She was on to his game--she had to be--but she played along. "It depends, of course, on what Cruz lets me do to you." As she spoke, she leaned down, just close enough for one hard nipple to graze the head of Ace's cock.

  Hell, she had nice tits. Smooth, full. He could imagine pushing them together and fucking up between them until he came all over her throat, her collar. But that wouldn't help her flex her sexual
power, and Christ, he wanted her to get real comfortable with that. So he dropped her hair and gathered the chain on her collar in his hand. "Yes, brother. What does she get to do to me?"

  Cruz slid to the bed on his knees. A subtle position of dominance, towering over them as he stroked Rachel's back. "What do you want, sweetheart?"

  She ran her thumb across Ace's lower lip, and then pushed deeper, into his mouth. "He spends so much time talking about his clever tongue," she whispered. "I want it."

  Oh, that was even better than having her ride his dick. He bit her thumb before sucking on it, just like he'd suck on her clit.

  If Cruz let him at her.

  He flicked his gaze to the other man, but Cruz's expression gave no clues as he caressed Rachel. Her hair, her shoulders, one of those big hands disappearing down her back until Ace heard the distinctive thwack of an open palm against soft flesh.

  Rachel jerked with a moan, and Ace's pulse sped, even faster when Cruz spoke. "Ace hasn't gotten to spank you yet. You can slide on up and ride his tongue. But if you do, he gets to do whatever he wants to your ass. Spank it. Flog it." He leaned down, his lips brushing her ear. "Fuck it."

  Her long, surprisingly dark lashes fluttered over hungry eyes. "Anything."

  Cruz smiled his satisfaction, close enough to permission for Ace to lock his hands around Rachel's waist and drag her up. Her knees landed on either side of his head, and she gasped and arched her back as he swept his tongue over her.

  She swayed above him, her tits bouncing, her nipples tight, and for a heartbeat he wished he'd remembered to fish out her new nipple clamps. He'd gone overboard with the jewelry, throwing money at Stuart hand over fist, but it would be worth every credit when he got her spread out, jeweled chains dancing from her nipples and tugging on the sweet little piece that would hug her clit.

  Next time, when he wasn't too busy licking her. He closed his lips around her clit and sucked. She cried out, falling back to brace her hands on his rib cage as she shook and trembled.

  Too fast. He backed off, flattening his tongue to stroke, slow and soothing as he clutched her ass and pulled her closer. She relaxed, her tension melting away as she began to roll her hips against his mouth in a languorous, liquid rhythm.