Geoff nodded, and she left the hot tub, snagging a towel to wrap around her. She hurried into the house, retrieving two bottles of cold water from the fridge. It was chilly in the night air, so when she returned to them she stepped back into the tub. Geoff lifted a hand, stopping her there. "Don't sink back below the water yet." His voice was still hoarse from his climax, but the order was unmistakable.
Lustful sadist that he was, he kept her standing there a full minute, most of her out of the water, all shivering gooseflesh and tight nipples. Yet while her skin was cold, everything beneath it heated as they both looked at her. Theirs. It was obvious in the twin expressions and from the desire that rekindled in their eyes as they stared at her, drinking their fill of her bare flesh. God help her, they were only taking a breather. Yet her own body rippled in eager answer, ready for more.
"All right. You can get warm now."
She would have told them they'd already taken care of that in the most important way, but that hot water was blissful. She sank back into the water. As she moved her arms in a graceful flow around her, maybe it was just a bit calculated that she kept her breasts mostly above the surface, the nipples just below the gently lapping water, clearly visible since they hadn't turned the jets back on when they timed out. She felt like a mermaid seductively teasing a couple of pirates sitting on the rail of their ship.
"We'll take her once more tonight, won't we?" Chris commented. He kept his eyes fastened on her but spoke deliberately to Geoff, not to her, which made her stomach somersault. Yeah, he was learning the way of this whole Dom stuff. Enough that she might be the one overcome by the water's heat. Not that she really cared about that with brown and hazel eyes fastened on her, a wealth of simmering demands in their depths.
Geoff lifted the bottle to his lips. "Oh fuck yeah. Maybe twice. She'll need it; we'll need it. Action is worth a whole lot more than words. After she can't walk, she'll know she doesn't need to worry about that kind of shit that happened at the club again. Not now, not ever." He shot her a dangerous grin, then bumped Chris's shoulder. "Neither do you. Come on. Let's move this inside."
There was a large shag throw rug in the living room. Its earth-toned colors were well past their most vibrant days, but it was soft and clean. That was where Geoff directed the three of them, sprawled out in a tangle of limbs as they rested. They dozed a little and, as Sam moved through that hazy, dreamlike state, she figured they'd just been teasing her about more sex to keep her on low boil until the next encounter. It was far more likely to happen sometime tomorrow, when they were capable of movement again.
She was wrong. She woke about an hour later to find Chris sitting up next to her. What had stirred her was that he'd captured her ankle in one hand and lifted it to his mouth. He was teasing her insole with his tongue. She hadn't ever thought of her feet as particularly erogenous zones, but a jolt thrummed straight along that track to arrow between her legs. He had his other hand under her knee, bending the leg, supporting it. Her heart moved into her throat as Geoff clasped the other foot and bit her ankle, following it up with a swirl of his tongue.
"You know," he said, "I don't think we're ever going to get tired of tasting your sweet pussy. Our sweet pussy."
Their time in the hot tub had been passionate, but there'd been a more relaxed interaction there, an organic flow. The expression he tipped toward her now was decidedly less low-key. The energy was more like what she'd felt from them at the club. While they'd put aside their stronger reactions in favor of making her feel better, that aggression hadn't entirely dissipated.
She remembered her sudden urge for rougher treatment and knew maybe she was harboring some of those unsettling feelings. As they made her more helpless with their mouths, she craved their demands, wanted them to push her far beyond what she thought she could endure or give.
Geoff guided her foot up to his shoulder, working his mouth along her ankle and calf. Both men shifted as needed, each moving at a gradual pace up the length of the limb he'd claimed, spreading her legs ever wider to give them room to scatter sucking kisses across her flesh, tease her with a tip of a tongue along the tender bones of the ankle, the back of her knee, the curve of the calf, and then to her thighs.
She drew in a breath, her hands landing on Chris's head and Geoff's shoulder, gripping, stroking, her body rising to their mouths. Chris shifted to his hip, courteously allowing Geoff first taste of the damp folds between her legs, and giving himself the indulgence of her breasts, moving up to suckle and squeeze them with his big hands as Geoff's tongue slid inside her, began to lick and swirl.
"Oh . . . God . . ."
Geoff let out a demonic chuckle against her flesh, stabbed deeper into her and wrested a scream from her throat. She was twisting, pleading. Chris clasped her wrist, pinning it as Geoff held her legs down and they did as they desired to her.
It wasn't until her body was undulating like a crashing storm wave that they shifted and changed position, smoothly as the movement of water itself, so she had the pleasure of both their mouths covering the same terrain. Each time she was close to coming, they'd draw back, switch to another part of her body, until her skin tingled all over, stimulated by every touch and kiss.
"Please . . ." She moaned for the thousandth time, her fingers sliding off a shoulder, tugging a handful of hair, nails digging into firm muscle. She knew each of them distinctly, every touch upon her unique to the man giving it, yet it was all one at the same time.
Chris gripped her waist, bringing her to her feet in an abrupt display of strength that sent her heart somersaulting and her dizzy head spinning. He gave her to Geoff, who pressed himself against her back, pushing her hair aside to claim her neck with teeth. They'd been leaving marks on her since the beginning, and she knew she'd never tire of seeing those abrasions and bruises tattooing her flesh, all administered in the name of desire. Geoff clasped her breasts in strong hands, tilting them up for Chris as he put his mouth on one nipple and started to suckle again. "Oh . . . fuck . . ."
They weren't giving her time to breathe, to do anything but ride the wild force of this testosterone surge, which she understood in some primal way was their alternative to bashing those guys' faces in. Well, if this had to be her contribution to world peace . . .
She didn't even have the room to laugh at herself. They intended to take her forcefully and well, burning away everything in her world but them and their passion for her. She'd seen the desire between them, had the fierce stimulation of watching Geoff take Chris, of them kissing, touching one another, but right now that cohe
sion had another form. They had one shared goal, and that was making sure she knew she was theirs. Or taking her to death's edge from an overdose of sexual release.
Either way, she was good with it.
Geoff lifted her and she wrapped her legs around Chris's hips, crying out as he thrust into her. Geoff parted her buttocks and then his slick cock was there. Torturously, he let Chris's momentum be the hammer that drove her down on him, inch by inch. She started to come when he was only halfway in, the climax ripping through her so hard and fast there was no way to stop herself. Geoff slid all the way in and she reached back blindly, grabbing at his neck as she gripped Chris's shoulder in front of her.
"Yes . . ." she breathed. "I love you . . . both . . . of . . . you."
"Same goes, baby," Geoff growled against her ear. She saw the same knowledge in Chris's gladiator savage expression as they followed her over that edge, holding on to her all the way over and down, taking the ride together.
***
"The CCI bank deposit was off by fifty thousand dollars. They're calling in the higher-ups, but it looks like you're going to get accused of embezzling. I suggest you get a good lawyer."
Sam chewed her sandwich, swallowed. "I guess that makes sense." She blinked and looked away from the ducks placidly paddling across the retention pond. "Hunh? What?"
Flo chuckled. They were sitting outside the bank at one of the picnic tables provided for employee lunch breaks, where the breeze filtered through the canopies of the dogwood trees above them.
"Would you like to tell me what's on your mind?" the older woman asked, taking a sip of her half-and-half tea. "Originally the suspense was driving me crazy. Now it's just making me want to slap the shit out of you."