COME WHEN CALLED (Billionaire & Biker Menage Romance)

by Trace, Piper

  Could she do it? Could she be his for the taking? Theirs for the taking?

  She tried to force herself to think through it rationally. Since Ford had been one of her clients at the law firm, she’d seen his financials and knew that $500,000 was not really a lot of money for him. But he knew for her it was an obscene amount of money. He was offering it because he wanted there to be no question of her obedience. Or—this thought niggled away at the back of her mind—maybe the money was meant to encourage her to leave when he was done with her, because completing the job and leaving would be the only way for her to get paid.

  He continued to persuade, his words muffled as he nibbled at the sensitive skin of her neck. “Think about it, love. Wouldn’t you like to be fucked while you’re sucking my cock?”

  Geez god. Her insides turned to lava at his ridiculously hot, raw sexual honesty.

  “Wouldn’t you like to give it a try?” He pulled his head back, searching her eyes. She felt his arms tighten around her. “Could you please two men at once with your body, Evie? Wouldn’t you like to find out? How many people get the chance to explore such a fantasy with complete safety and discretion?”

  Evie looked away, her mind reeling, but Ford caught her chin and forced her to look at him. His eyes implored her. “Imagine how proud I’d be, allowing you to service Charley whenever he visits.”

  She couldn’t help it. She imagined it then. Ford’s big cock in her mouth, him with his hands in her hair, thrusting into her throat, taking what he wanted from her. But this time with Charley entering her from behind, holding her hips while his skin slapped against her bottom, amazed that Evie would let them both use her in any way they wanted at Ford’s command. Charley, pounding deeply into her until she came, moaning as her pussy clenched against one cock in orgasmic bliss while her mouth was full of another man’s erection.

  A throbbing grew between her legs at the X-rated thoughts, and she wasn’t the only one. She could feel him against her—Ford’s big erection, rock hard. He was imagining it too. “It’s amazing, really, how the body of one woman could please an entire roomful of men,” he said softly. And there was something about the look he gave her that convinced her he didn’t think of her as a belonging. He looked at her like she was a goddess, deigning to serve a mere mortal for a year because he was so…Ford.

  One year as a sex goddess. One year as a plaything to Ford and Charley. She realized the thought, as crazy as it was, made her weak with lust. She wanted them both and she wouldn’t have to choose between them. Her desire to have those two men in her bed ached in her, and all she had to do was say yes and she could satisfy that ache.

  Could she really do this?

  “I don’t know how to—” she started to say, and Ford stopped her.

  He stroked his fingers down her cheek, his voice husky. “I’ll teach you. I’ll show you what we need from you. You’ll be amazing.” He rocked his hips forward, pressing his hardness against her.

  His mouth was very close to hers and she wanted to kiss him like a lover. Then it struck her with an uncomfortable certainty that her delay was subterfuge. As hard as it was for her to accept, she already knew. She’d do almost anything he asked.

  “$500,000?”

  “Yes,” he breathed.

  “For one year?”

  “Yess.” Ford sensed her agreement and moved his hands over her ass and then up her bare thighs, lifting the hem of her dress and cupping her naked buttocks. He ground himself against her. His need for their ultimate union as ravenous as hers.

  She gasped, drinking in the feel of his hands on her skin, holding her, caressing her, crushing her to him. She felt light-headed with desire stronger than she’d ever felt for a man. He buried his head in her hair and kissed her neck like he was devouring her, like a man starving, his lips and tongue caressing down her neck, then back up to her ear.

  She could hear his hot, ragged breath. Taking his hands off her bottom, he yanked her dress up. Lifting her arms, she allowed him to pull it over her head. As soon as her breasts were bared, he covered them with his hands, molding his palms over them. He closed his lips over her hard nipples, sucking them between his teeth, first one nipple, and then the other.

  She choked on her gasp, the feeling of his mouth finally on her nipples, his hands finally all over her naked body—she was nearly out of her mind with pleasure. She couldn’t stop herself from calling out, “Oh god!”

  I need you, Ford. I need you. I need you. Somehow she managed not to say it out loud.

  Squeezing her breasts, he rolled her nipples between his fingers, showing attention to each in turn, teasing them masterfully with his tongue and teeth. She wasn’t sure how much longer she could stand up on her own. She’d waited so long to feel him move inside her.

  He gripped one hand back around her ass and continued grinding his cock against her, giving her nipples a break from his mouth just long enough to mutter, “Your answer?”

  Negotiating under these circumstances was most certainly duress. She had a fleeting thought of arguing it to a judge. “But your Honor, I couldn’t think straight. He was sucking on my nipples and pushing his huge dick against me. I was dripping wet. I would have agreed to anything if he’d just fuck me. I can’t possibly be held responsible for my decisions.”

  Funny thought, but she could hardly breathe, let alone laugh. “If I do it,” she choked out. “I can stop at any time if I choose.”

  He stopped ministering to her breasts long enough for a hoarse counter-point. “Agreed, but if you are disloyal to me or neglect your duties or refuse me in any way other than by using your safe word, you’ll have to leave immediately. I’ll need to find a replacement. I’m finding these services you’re providing to be quite essential, after all.”

  If she chose to leave, she wouldn’t care what he did, but she had one last demand…if she could keep her thoughts straight. “Understood. But if I leave, I want the money prorated for the length of my stay. Prorated to the day. And I want it in cash.” She was struggling to sound coherent.

  Ford stopped then and pulled back from her to look into her eyes. A smile spread across his face. No actually, he beamed—beamed with pride? He was panting, but his voice was strong. “I should have known after all the negotiations I’ve done with you that you’d drive a hard bargain.” He brushed her hair tenderly off her cheek. “Fine, Evie, I give. Should you decide to leave at any time for any reason, you’ll have that amount prorated, in cash, within a week. Do we have a deal?”

  She hesitated, finding it hard to agree out loud to have sex with two men for half a million dollars. On demand. How did she get here? He returned his attention to her nipples. “Your tits are amazing,” he murmured against them. Moving his hand on her ass downward, he traced his fingers along the curve of her bottom.

  Suddenly he reached down the outside of her leg and tucked his hand under her knee, pulling her leg up until her thigh was braced next to his hip. He ran his palm up the back of her leg and found the wet crotch of her panties. He pulled the damp lace aside with strong fingers and stroked into her folds, easily locating her firm clit and making her gasp. Her need for him was near agony. She felt frenzied with it.

  He pressed his fingertips to her clit, kneading it, making her squirm. She couldn’t help her reaction—rocking her hips against his hand, making unintelligible mewling noises. Ford’s hands were finally all over her, inside her, and she was on the edge of a staggering orgasm.

  But abruptly he stopped, and gently but firmly pushed her a step back from him. She stumbled, her knees weak from the rapture he had built within her. He steadied her, making sure she wasn’t going to fall, but didn’t pull her close again.

  Oh no, no, please!

  She protested strongly. “Don’t, Mr. Hawthorne. Please,” she begged. She pressed back up against him, reaching for the waist of his pants and pulling at his belt with both hands. She wasn’t sure where the behavior was coming from, but he brought it out in her, teasing her u
ntil she had no inhibitions left. She shamelessly sought to free his erection, get it inside her, but he grabbed her wrists roughly and stopped her.

  “No!” She felt on the verge of tears, her frustration and longing for him was so powerful. She couldn’t take it if he stopped now.

  He closed his hands on her arms and squeezed tightly, holding her hard. His face had grown stern, though his eyes still smoldered and his breathing was still labored. “I haven’t heard a yes. I won’t touch you until we have a deal. You are making me wait for your answer, Evangeline. I’ve made you an incredibly generous offer and I know you want to do this. Agree to my deal or we go back to you sucking me, only. Unless Charley and I have full access to your body, any way we want you, I won’t touch you. Please understand; that’s how I need it to be.”

  He looked down at her and she could feel her body trembling so much she was sure he could see it. He let go of one of her arms and ran his hand lightly down the side of her naked breast, but he didn’t release his grip on her other wrist and she wondered if her flesh would bruise. He traced his free hand along her skin all the way to her tiny, Ford-picked panties. Tucking his fingers under the lace again, he stroked the thin strip of curly hair between her legs, wet with her juices. He slid one finger down between her lips, teasing her throbbing clit again.

  The juxtaposition of sensations was too much for her—his one hand holding her arm brutishly tight, his other hand pleasuring her, sending flames licking through her. She was on the precipice again. It seemed he barely had to touch her and she was ready to come. She moaned and rocked against his fingers.

  He pulled her roughly to him, his lips nearly on hers, his tone not to be denied. “Take my deal Evie, and I’ll fuck you like you deserve to be fucked.” He touched his lips to hers as light as a whisper, not even enough to be called a kiss, and she moaned again, thankful he was holding her up. He spoke right against her mouth, his voice deadly serious. “Don’t take it and you can suck me off and go back to your room. Our original deal.”

  She was vaguely aware that he’d planned the whole seduction, for lack of a better word, to make her desperate enough for his cock to agree to anything. And it had totally worked.

  “Okay,” she gasped. “I’ll do it. I’ll trust you. You and Charley, any way you want it. Whenever you want it. Just please, fuck me. Please.”

  He smiled wickedly and she knew that smile. It was his I-always-get-what-I-want smile. His that-was-sure-fun-negotiating-with-you-but-you-should-have-known-I’d-win smile.

  “Good,” he purred. “Very good, Evie. Let’s get started then. I’d like to try what I bought. You do not come cheap, but I’m going to make sure you earn your money.” He stripped off his clothes, keeping his eyes on her naked body.

  She stood, stunned at what she’d agreed to, watching him undress for her first lesson in sex on demand. Sex whenever he wanted it. A man controlling her and taking her any time it pleased him.

  Squeezing her thighs together, her face grew warm at her realization that the idea absolutely thrilled her nearly to orgasm.

  CHAPTER NINETEEN

  “TAKE OFF YOUR panties. Leave on your heels,” Ford instructed curtly. Mute, Evie pulled down her thong and stepped out of it awkwardly as he watched. She felt suddenly shy, but it helped that he looked amazing standing there, all tanned skin and taut muscle, his large erection in his hand, ready to finally be inside her.

  He pulled her forward to mold her naked body against his. He felt wonderful—his warm, bare skin against hers all the way down the length of her body. He looked down at her, light dancing in is green eyes, and swept her hair off her cheek, continuing his hand around to cup the back of her head.

  His eyes searched hers for an unbearably long moment and she wondered if he was actually going to kiss her. Something unreadable passed over his face and he seemed to have made a decision. He kissed her, finally, and for the first time, which was so strange with all they’d done already, that this would be the most intimate act.

  His lips were soft at first, his eyes open and studying hers, quiet and sure. But with the touch of his lips, electricity punched through her and she whimpered and rose on her tiptoes, trying to press her mouth closer to his, trying to kiss him more deeply, her hands around his waist pulling him against her.

  She sensed him losing his grip on his constant control when he finally closed his eyes and crushed his lips hungrily to hers, exploring her with his tongue. She moaned into his mouth, her legs unsteady with the passion she felt from him, but his strong arms held her up. It was as if he wanted to kiss her as much as she wanted to kiss him. Could that be true?

  Evie was completely swept away in the moment. She loved his lips on hers, his tongue in her mouth. She loved his skin against hers, loved the way he made her feel—she loved him in that moment. All of him, every inch of him. Every fucked-up idea in his gorgeous head.

  No one had ever made her feel like he did. It was as if he was methodically pushing her to find the outer limits of her capacity for pleasure.

  He broke away from the kiss, breathless, and moved his lips to her neck again. His low voice rumbled in her ear. “Tell me what you’re going to do for me. Tell me you’ll fuck Charley whenever I ask.” He tightened his grip on her. “Say it.” His voice was rough, uneven.

  She would have said anything. Her voice hoarse, she panted, “I will—I promise. I’ll fuck you and Charley whenever you want it.”

  “Yess,” he growled into her hair. “You will.” He spun her body quickly, moving her between him and the desk, her back to his front. Leaning over, he pressed his chest against her, caressing her breasts and wedging his erection between her ass cheeks.

  His voice came guttural from right next to her ear. “I should have taken you long ago, Evie. I’ve waited too long for this and I’m not accustomed to waiting for anything I want.”

  He broke off to suck her earlobe into his mouth, tugging on it with his teeth. She was moaning with abandon now, hardly even aware of her surroundings.

  His words were forceful, unapologetic. “I’m not going to take my time, not the first time. I want you too much. I’m just going to fuck you. Hard.”

  “Do it,” she begged. “Please, do it.”

  She felt him reach one hand down to guide his erection and roughly spread her pussy lips with the head of his cock. The firm tip of his erection shoved against her eager, swollen clit and she groaned his name.

  “Use your safe word if you must. I’m not going to be gentle.” Ford’s voice sounded grim, as if he couldn’t help what he was about to do to her. He moved forcefully against her, with a ferocity of need, and she knew what he meant. But she didn’t care. She wanted to be fucked hard. It’s what she’d wanted ever since Ford had introduced her to the concept of pleasure heightened by pain.

  He wrapped an arm around her waist in a vice grip, while his other hand ensured he was in just the right spot. Suddenly Ford drove his cock into her for the first time with a deep and satisfied grunt. He buried it as far as he could in his first thrust, aided by the saturation of her juices. The intimate intrusion overwhelmed her senses.

  “Oh god! Oh god!” She practically screamed as her pussy was suddenly stretched to accommodate his girth. She came unexpectedly, her orgasm slamming through her, making her eyes fly open in shock and relief. She’d never orgasmed so quickly before. But Ford kept her on the edge of orgasm so often that it seemed she was never far from falling over into the blissful abyss.

  Moaning long and low, she writhed as waves of ecstasy rocked her body. She gripped the sides of his desk until her hands hurt, as she felt her muscles pulsing against him.

  “Ah, you like it rough,” he purred in her ear. “I do too. Now it’s my turn.” He thrust into her again, deeper, using his strength to fill her even more. It felt amazing, overpowering. Wrapping both arms around her, he cupped his hands over the tops of her shoulders, completely enveloping her. Pinning her arms to her sides.

  Using his grip on h
er shoulders as leverage, he pulled down firmly, burying himself as deeply as he could inside her, but it wasn’t enough for him.

  “Take more,” he grunted, harsh like the command it was, as he tried harder to force his thick erection deeper into her. Letting go of one shoulder, he smacked her ass. The sting caused her to yelp, distracting her from the intensity of the sex. “You can do better, Evie. Spread your legs. Learn to fuck me like I need it.”

  She squeezed her eyes shut, feeling the flutter of another near-orgasm at his indelicate words, demanding her to perform the way he wanted. She spread her legs further and arched her back, trying to open herself up more for him. Capitalizing on her adjustments, he buried himself all the way into her. He was much bigger than anyone she’d ever been with.

  “Yes. God yes.” He sounded more satisfied. “That’s it my little Evie,” he breathed, “take all of it.” His voice sounded close to the edge. “I am going to fuck you so often…so much.” He drove his cock in an out of her to the hilt, and the heat was building quickly, impossibly, in her clit again. “I’m going to use your gorgeous body whenever I want it.” He pounded into her fiercely, easily, as she was dripping wet from his brutish words and treatment.

  The sex was rough and wild. In his need, Ford grunted with every thrust like an animal. He drove so hard into her that he pushed her down across his desk.

  He held her down like that, both hands on her shoulders, her cheek pressed against the cool mahogany, and it seemed to excite him to hold her prone and helpless. It excited her too, the feeling of being held down and fucked.