“Now answer my question, Edie. Where do you want my hand?”
She looked at him then, her light brown eyes ablaze. “Lower.”
Jason slid his hand down until his palm rested over her bellybutton.
“Here?”
“No, lower,” she gasped when Seth’s tongue flicked over her nipple.
Jason’s hand skimmed over the slightly rounded part of her belly until he touched the top of her jeans. He unbuttoned them and felt her press her hips into his hand.
“Right here?”
“No!”
“Well, I gotta know where you want to be touched, cupcake.”
“Please.”
Jason gathered the last vestiges of his self-control and cupped her sex through her jeans and pressed the heel of his hand against her mound. He felt her heat even through the denim, and he fought the impulse to yank her jeans down and run his tongue over her swollen clit until she came, writhing, against his face.
“Cupcake, do you want me to touch your pussy?”
“Y–yes.”
“Then say it.”
“I can’t!”
“Say it.” He pressed his hand harder against her mound and felt her shake against it.
“Jason, touch my pussy. Please!”
Yes, ma’am, he thought.
He yanked the zipper down and flattened his hand against her flesh, slowly trailing it down into her pants. His fingers found her labia and parted them wide before he let his middle finger barely graze over her clit.
She moaned his name, and he felt the moisture coating her pussy get slicker, hotter. He needed to bury his dick into her tight, hot cunt. He ground his teeth together and concentrated on making her come, his eyes riveted to her face, watching every flicker of her eyelashes, every tremble of her lips. With Seth sucking, licking, caressing her breasts and with his fingers teasing her between her legs, Jason knew she would not last long.
Jason trailed the inside of his finger, from knuckle to tip, over her clit and back again, letting her feel the friction he created for her. He did it again and again, faster and faster, until he felt her body tensing, tightening, getting ready to explode. He pressed a finger into her pussy and heard her cry out softly before he pressed another in and rubbed them against her G-spot. He finger fucked her until he had her body wound up so tight she trembled.
“P–please. Please, please.” Her voice came out in a whispered moan that cut through him. Seeing her so lost in the heat and passion they created for her made something inside him tighten and squeeze, and the hunger he felt for her turned into something deep and overwhelming. Jason pressed the heel of his palm against her clit and rubbed it in time with the rhythm his fingers created inside her.
Edie’s eyes flew open the second before her body shuddered against his hand, her cries muffled when Seth took her mouth with his.
Jason helped her ride the orgasm out before he took his hands out of her jeans and picked her up when Seth pulled back.
“Office,” was all he said before he turned on his heel and kicked the door open and heard Seth close it behind them.
* * * *
Edie’s world still spun, even with Jason’s big arms supporting her. When he kicked the door open, though, she snapped out of her post-holy-crap-orgasm trance enough to realize her breasts remained uncovered, and her belly pooched a little against the waistband of her jeans. She moved to cover herself with her hands, but Jason stopped her.
“Don’t even think about it, cupcake.”
“We want to see every inch of you,” Seth said when he took her from Jason’s arms and set her on one of the huge, solid wood desks in their office.
She already felt so exposed. Not only was her whole upper body on display for them, but her body still tingled after coming against Jason’s hand. She clenched her legs together just thinking about it. They had the best hands, mouths—her eyes flicked down to the extremely tight looking fronts of their jeans—cocks. And goodness did they know how to use them to make her fall apart.
They advanced on her, Jason’s hard, glacier-like eyes focusing on her so intently, she squirmed. Seth’s eyes looked black and almost feral.
Edie realized he was still angry with her. And judging from the fact that Jason’s eyes still had yet to soften, she guessed he was still pissed off, too.
Suddenly, Edie’s nerves kicked in, and she did not know if she would be able to handle the punishments she knew they had in mind for her. They no longer looked like the passionately attentive lovers they had been a few days ago. Now, they looked like avenging warriors with their eyes so intense and focused and the muscles in their big, hard bodies rippling under their golden skin. They looked like lions stalking their next meal. Her pussy wept a little at the thought.
She had to get out of there, and fast, before she passed the point of no return with them. Something inside her knew without a doubt that Jason and Seth intended to claim her—to brand her as their own. While part of her wanted to lie down on the desk and offer herself up, the other part of her wanted them to fight her for it. She wanted them to earn her.
Edie slipped off the desk and scrambled to the other side of it, but they were faster. They split apart, flanking her, Jason behind her while Seth cut her off from the front. She put her arms over her breasts when she saw Seth’s gaze on them but not before her nipples beaded in response.
He walked toward her, unbuttoning his shirt. Heat tore through her and her eyes drank in the sight. Seth shrugged out of the shirt and undid the top snap of his jeans and lowered the zipper.
She took a step back and ran into Jason. Judging from the way her back touched naked flesh, he must have taken his shirt off. He leaned over her and slid his palms down her sides until they landed in her jeans. She clenched in excitement, hoping for more of what he did to her in the hallway, but he kept going, pushing her jeans down her hips, thighs, and calves.
“Step out,” Jason’s voice commanded.
Edie toed off her sandals and stepped out of her jeans.
“Now bend over at your waist, and pick them up.”
“But—”
“Now, Edie. I want to look at your delicious ass when you’re bent over so far I can see your wet slit.”
Her blood pumped through her body so quickly her clit throbbed with every heartbeat. She leaned forward and grabbed her jeans. When she tried to straighten, she heard Jason growl, then he pulled her into his lap. His hot, thick cock brushed against her ass cheek. He bit down on her shoulder before licking his way up to her ear.
“Someday you’re going to learn to listen to the commands I give you.” His words sent a lick of heated honey to her pussy. Then he reached around her front and grasped the flesh of her inner thighs and pulled them apart. “Show Seth your sweet pussy, Edie.” His hands kneaded up the insides of her legs, closer to her slit. She squirmed in his lap. He tsked. “I warned you, cupcake.” Then he slapped her pussy.
“Jason!” She wanted to be angry with him. How dare he slap her there? But after the initial shock wore off, Edie realized the sting turned into something different, something warm and tingly. Her clit throbbed, and her pussy ached to be filled to bursting.
Jason’s fingers swirled around her pleasure button while Seth watched barely three feet away, his big, calloused hand pumping over his cock. His midnight blue eyes were fastened on the area between her splayed legs. The idea that he watched her with such longing in his gaze made her want to beg for him to touch her, to fill her, but Jason pushed two of his fingers into her, and she lost her ability to put words together.
Jason’s fingers teased and swirled, and the heel of his palm pressed against her clit. Unknowingly, Edie spread her knees wider apart.
“Oh, yeah. That’s it, Edie,” Jason grunted. “You’re so wet. You missed us, didn’t you?”
She refused to gratify him with a response. Of course she missed them. What was she, heartless?
“Do you realize what you’ve put us through these pa
st few days, Edie?” Seth asked.
“W–what?” She was so lost in the pleasure between her legs she did not hear his question at first. Seth closed the gap between them, kneeled between her legs, and took a nipple into his mouth. The pressure and suction sent threads of heat and arousal straight to her clit, making it throb even more against his fingertips.
Seth released her nipple and pressed a kiss between her breasts. “We missed your skin.” He dragged his lips over her chest, over her collar bone. Then he nuzzled her neck. “We missed your scent.” He straightened and looked her in her eyes. “We missed the way you taste.” He kissed her so hard he pressed her back into Jason’s chest. His tongue swept into her mouth, and she sucked it in farther. She felt his groan, felt his rising urgency in the way his cock brushed against her wet slit.
He pulled away and grinned at her, then bent at the waist. Jason held her legs open for Seth’s mouth. She looked down her body to see his dark, wavy hair against her bare mound, and she almost wept with her pleasure. The tip of his tongue fluttered over her clit, and she struggled against Jason’s hold. Her body hummed with her desire. She was already so excited that she just needed a few more lashes from Seth’s tongue.
She gasped. She was so close, and Seth’s skilled tongue hit all the right places. She pressed herself against his face and undulated.
Right there. Right there.
Just a little more and it would burst through her like—
“Oh, no you don’t,” Jason said. “You don’t get to make yourself come.” His voice rasped in her ear. Seth straightened and wiped his chin. Then he gripped her waist and sat her on Jason’s cock. Jason invaded her completely, and she stretched around him, her body trying desperately to accept his girth. It had been almost a week since the last time she was with them.
Edie felt his teeth nip the place where her neck met her shoulders just before his big hand spanked the side of her ass. Her body jerked at the sharp contact, and she felt Jason’s dick jump inside her.
“Stop squirming,” Jason commanded. His words sounded clipped and forced, as if he spoke through clenched teeth.
She struggled to breathe through the pleasured pain. “It’s been a few—”
Jason cut her off. “I know. Stay still. If I move, I won’t be gentle.”
She could not stay still, though. She felt herself softening around his cock, and she wanted more. She wanted him to fuck her until she forgot about their fight, about Cassandra, and about all the past nights she slept alone. She twisted her hips, and Jason’s dick pressed against something inside her. She sucked in a breath between her teeth as Jason let out a foul curse. He pulled her hips back toward him and shoved his thick, hard cock higher into her pussy. She cried out at the sensation of being stretched so completely, of being filled to bursting.
Jason made rough, grunting sounds behind her, but all she could really think about was the heavy thrust-and-glide pace he set. Her skin was so sensitive she felt every breath he took brush over her back.
Thrusting back against him, Edie widened her legs and arched her back, her body begging for more. Seth’s hand went between her legs and stroked her clit once, twice.
“Oh, shit.” Jason’s thrusts became wilder, more frantic. “Ah, Edie, I’m not gonna last this time. It’s so good.”
Seth pulled his hand away from her, and she whimpered. “No! No, please. I need to come.”
“It’s part of your punishment.” Seth sucked a nipple in his mouth and sucked hard. Edie heard herself moan.
“Why are you p–punishing me?”
“Because you’ve been avoiding us.”
She started to deny it, but Seth bit down on her nipple, sending sparks of desire straight to her throbbing, aching clit. “Don’t even try to lie to us, Edie. Not like you could, though. Your face and your body are so expressive, so responsive. If you tried to lie, we would be able to tell. Trust me.”
Edie let his words sink in through the haze of feeling and pleasure and realized he was right. There was not a lie she could tell them that they would believe, and there was never an orgasm they would not wring out of her. They would always be able to read her, to sense her thoughts and emotions, and they would always master and control her body better than she had ever been able to.
All of a sudden, Edie felt overwhelmed—by the pleasure she felt, by Jason and Seth, by the fact that they seemed to know her better than herself—and she fought against the orgasm she felt building in her body.
“No,” she said with less force that she felt.
“What?” A confused look crossed Seth’s face.
“I said no. Stop it. Stop touching me.”
She was on the brink.
Edie pushed Seth’s face away from her, and the confused expression smoothed away, leaving his face blank. Unreadable except for the wildness in his eyes.
Jason pulled out of her, and she scrambled to her feet as he slowly, deliberately rose to his. She stood between them, feeling their eyes on her naked body while it still tingled and throbbed from their attentions. She never felt so exposed in her life, but she would not let them see it.
Squaring her shoulders, Edie walked past Jason and bent to pick her jeans up. She put them on with her back turned toward them, the sound of her zipper filling up the entire room. She held her hand out to her side and said, “Shirt.” She wiggled her fingers around in the air when they did not move fast enough. One of them walked up behind her and placed a plain white undershirt on her hand. From the smell of it, it belonged to Jason. She shrugged it on and walked toward the door without even putting her shoes on.
Seth caught her arm and turned her around none too gently. That really pissed her off.
“Don’t you manhandle me!” she yelled at him. He stood like a statue in front of her, the wild look in his eyes spreading to the rest of his face.
“Edie—”
“No. Don’t you ‘Edie’ me.” She rounded on him and pointed her finger at his chest, punctuating her angry words. “I’ve had enough of you always calling the shots with me. Y’all don’t always have to be in charge just because you know how to make me come like crazy. I’m a grown woman, Seth! I can take care of myself. I’ve been doing it since I went off to college. I don’t need you,” she turned to Jason, “or you running my life for me. And I most certainly don’t need you forbidding me to interact with other men when I don’t see you shooing your ex-girlfriend away!”
With that, she stormed off toward the door, but Jason got there first and put his body in front of it.
“So that’s what this is about.” From the way his jaw pulsed, Edie knew his teeth were clenching in anger. His eyes looked eerily cold and flat, the ice-blue shade making him look every bit as ruthless and menacing as his SEAL history hinted. “You’re jealous.”
“Of course I’m jealous! For the past few days, everywhere I turn she’s chasing after the two of you. And it isn’t as if you’re giving her the cold shoulder. No, you’re letting her lean into you and show you her tits, and don’t you dare tell me what I saw, Seth,” she said when she saw him open his mouth to say something.
His eyes went black again, but this time not from passion. Edie refused to be intimidated.
Jason’s face still remained blank. If she did not have a gut feeling that he was beyond angry with her, she would not have been able to tell if he felt anything at all.
“If you two get all territorial and huffy when I’m dancing with a perfectly harmless guy that I’ve never slept with, let alone kissed, how do you think I feel whenever I see the two of you with her?”
“Edie, we’ve never given you any reason for you to doubt our feelings for you.”
“Really, Jason? Is that what you think? “
His eyes got a little colder.
“No. It’s what I know. We would never, under any circumstances, take her back. You should know that.”
“How in the hell am I supposed to know that when I don’t even know how you feel about me?�
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Jason’s jaw ticked, and Seth burst out with, “You’ve gotta be kidding me.”
“I’m not joking. How am I supposed to know if you have feelings for me when you never show them to me?” She looked directly at Jason when she said this. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw Seth walk up to the far wall in the office and start pounding it with his fists.
“Seth, quit,” Jason commanded over the noise. Then he looked at her, his frigid eyes meeting hers and making her flinch. “What makes you think we don’t care about you?”
“Well,” she said lamely. “You—you know everything about me. You know just how and where to touch me. You know what I’m thinking, but I don’t know anything about you. Yes, I know you feel passion for me, but I just wonder if there’s anything—”
But she did not get to finish. Jason’s hands shot out and grasped her shoulders. He spun her around so that her back was against the wall. He leaned into her, his knee separating her legs and pressing against her mound.
“Look at me.” His lips hovered over hers, and his intense gaze seared through her.
He was so big. She was so afraid of what she would see in his gaze.
“Edie,” he said. “Look at me.”
She finally worked up the courage to glance at his face. What she saw there made her heart stop. His eyes were a combination of heat and softness and something else she could not name.
“I dream about you every night, and when I wake up I want you there so I can touch you, smell you, taste you.” His nose was barely an inch away from hers, and the heat in his soft voice made her body go limp. “Every time I see you I’m torn between wanting to be gentle and treasure you and wanting to give in to my most caveman fantasies with you. I’ve never been torn between such hunger and such bone-deep weakness with anyone but you.”
Edie felt her heart clench at his words, and her eyes burned, wanting to cry.
Jason must have seen it on her face because he reached up to cup her face in his hands. His touch was so gentle. “No, no, please, Edie, don’t cry. Please.”
“What the hell did you say, Jace? Why is she crying?” Seth appeared at her side and words seemed to fly out of his mouth. “Edie, I’m so sorry about making a scene and about being such a jealous piece of shit.” He pulled her into his arms and rocked her as her tears spilled over. “I’m sorry if I made you doubt yourself or our feelings for you. And I know you’re mad, but please, please don’t leave. I don’t know what I would do if you left.”
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