The cool touch of leather tracked down her spine as she worked—Jace’s riding crop cataloguing each vertebrae. “Don’t be shy, Ev. Andre likes the bite of pain with his fucking just like you do.”
The riding crop snapped against her upper back in three successive jolts, lighting up her skin in radiant waves. She automatically bit down on Andre and he quaked beneath her, digging his fingers deeper into the curves of her hips and muttering a string of Spanish.
She took that as positive feedback and moved to the other side, pulling the ring with her teeth and clenching her inner muscles around him as she plunged down on his cock again. She loved that she didn’t have to hold back, could be as bad as she wanted to be because neither of them was going to judge her. This was nothing like sleeping with the few guys she’d dated in the past where she was always trying to guess what was the right or wrong thing to do. With Andre and Jace, it was all instinct, a primal place where there was no wrong way.
Jace continued with the riding crop, making her feel as if static had replaced the blood in her veins, and Andre finally gave in and picked up his pace, thrusting into her with near abandon.
Their bodies turned glossy with sweat and Andre’s grip on her hips began to slide. “Lean back, bella,” he said, his voice gritty.
She braced her hands behind her on his thighs and tilted her head back, letting her hair tickle the skin that Jace had lit on fire. Andre brought his hands down lower and flicked his thumb over her clit.
“Oh,” she ground out, the word catching in her throat.
“Not yet, bella,” Andre warned. “Not until I say.”
Her nails bit into his skin as he continued to strum his thumb over her hot button. She didn’t know if she could wait, if she could hold on much longer. Desire wicked through her like wildfire and she could feel the orgasm hovering on the edge of her control. Just one more stroke and . . .
Smack! Smack!
Fire lit up her nipples and she cried out, her voice echoing off the wood floors. Then ecstasy, hot and fierce, slammed her. Jace hit her again and her mind went fuzzy with the sensation of it all. She couldn’t even lift her head—all she could do was ride Andre and feel everything.
A deep moan ripped out of Andre, and his cock pulsed inside her, giving her his release with the force of a bullet train. But just when she was about to tip over with him, he moved his hand away from her clit. She whimpered in protest.
“Lift up, bella. You’re not done.” He grabbed her arms and braced her hands against his chest. His breathing was rapid beneath her fingertips. “You’ve earned her, Jace. Take her.”
She pushed upward, lifting off Andre’s cock, and firm hands palmed her waist from behind. Her mind was still reeling, but the chill of gel being spread over her back opening jerked her back to the present.
Jace kissed the base of her spine. “You’re not ready to take both of us together, but you’re going to take me.”
Andre found her clit again and stroked her with fingers slick with her juices. She closed her eyes behind the blindfold, the delicious pleasure almost sending her straight into orgasm. “Yes, sir.”r: Roni Loren
Soon, a second set of hands touched her hair, her nape, and then lips were on her neck. Jace. The soothing comfort of having him there behind her added to the dreamlike buzz overtaking her senses. She wanted to dissolve into a puddle between them. Her limbs went liquid and the energy around them seemed to shift. This was supposed to be exciting, edgy, fun. That’s what ménage was about. But being between the two of them suddenly didn’t feel as scandalous as it did right. Warmth was spreading not just between her legs but deep in her chest.
She had never really imagined what it would be like to be the recipient of so much attention. Hell, she’d spent much of her life cutting her own skin just to prove to herself that she wasn’t, in fact, invisible to everyone. But this amount of focus and affection was almost too much for her to process.
“God, I love how you taste, your scent,” Jace whispered against her skin as he placed open-mouthed kisses along her spine. “You’ve always been so damn perfect, Evan. Always.”
The words and his use of her name were too much, the niggling worry exploding into an all-encompassing surge of anxiety. She yanked against the chains holding her arms above her head and pulled back from Andre’s kiss. “Yellow.”
Andre’s eyes met hers, his concern obvious, and Jace stopped what he was doing behind her. “What’s wrong, bella?”
She closed her eyes, taking in a full breath, trying to hold it together. She couldn’t do this. Couldn’t do lovemaking. She wasn’t strong enough for that. Not with these two. “Please, nothing romantic. I just want . . . I . . . Just the game. Please. Sir.”
Andre’s frown was deep when she opened her eyes again, but after a searching gaze, he nodded. Without another word, he uncuffed her hands, bringing her arms down to her sides, and then squatted to unhook her ankles from the spreader bar.
“I’m sorry, it’s . . .” She let the words trail off, not sure how to finish the sentence.
Jace stepped out from behind her, his face an unreadable mask. He tapped her chin with the flat end of the riding crop. “No more talking, pet. Andre’s in charge, not you.”
Andre rose after freeing her from the bar and pulled off his boxers. He gripped his erection and stroked his thumb over the glistening tip. “This is what you want, bella? No kissing and sweet stuff, just a hard cock ready and willing? ’Cause I can do that, too.”
She wet her lips. She wanted all of those things—the sweet and the dirty—more than she cared to admit. But the romantic part was way too dangerous. Her heart always led her down the wrong path. She refused to follow its siren call again. She needed to keep her mind centered on the physical, on the insistent ache between her thighs and not the one the guys were causing in her chest. “Yes, sir. That’s what I want.”
He moved past her and sank onto the bed, spreading out on his back, beautiful and naked and aroused. “Jace, bring her here and get her head back in the right place. If she’s thinking this much, we aren’t doing our job.”
Jace grabbed the back of her collar, the pressure pushing against the front of her throat. “Come on, pet. Let’s get you focused.”
Jace led her to the bed and hauled her onto it. Once she was on her knees, his fingers threaded into her hair and gripped tight. “Show Andre what a talented mouth you have.”