Without finesse, he pushed her head downward, and she opened her mouth to take in Andre’s awaiting cock. Andre let out a deep grunt of appreciation, and between that response and Jace’s almost painful grip on her hair, there wasn’t any room left for thought. As Jace guided her up and down with unrelenting precision, her jangled nerves faded into the background, and her senses took over—Andre’s masculine flavor, the two men’s intermingling scents, and Jace’s control over her movements.
She focused on giving pleasure, on truly submitting, and on the consuming sensation of that loss of control. There was safety in that mindless state.
“Keep going, Ev. You know what to do.” Jace released her hair, and the bed dipped as he adjusted his position. She continued to swirl her tongue around Andre’s length, loving the fact that with each swipe his thigh muscles tightened beneath her like he was barely maintaining his own control.
“Now, Jace,” Andre ordered.
Before she registered what he’d said, the sharp bite of the riding crop smacked the back of her thigh. She gasped around Andre’s cock as the stinging sensation raced over her skin. Jace gave her a second’s pause, enough for her to call a word if needed. But when none came, he rained a set of lightning-fast blows against her bare bottom and thighs. Holy Lord. Fire lit up her nerve endings and sent luscious zinging heat straight to her most sensitive parts. She hummed her pleasure against Andre’s shaft.
Andre rocked his hips forward, guiding her to take more of him. “Ooh, you like the feel of the crop, sweet bella. Jace does a good job, doesn’t he?”
She nodded as best she could.
“Spread your knees for him,” Andre directed. “Give him a pretty little target.”
She braced her hands on Andre’s thighs and adjusted her position, leaving her knees spread and exposed from behind while she continued to pleasure him.
The riding crop traced along the bottom curve of her ass, slowly, methodically, and then flicked, sharp and quick, against her pussy. She cried out around Andre’s cock, the rush of pain and pleasure almost launching her into orgasm.
Andre grabbed her head. “Enough. You’re tempting me to finish this way.”
She followed his directive and looked up to find him propped up on his elbows, eating her up with his gaze. Her eyes automatically shifted downward. “Sorry, sir.”
“Ah, look at you. Not just beautiful but submissive by instinct. You’re going to be the fucking death of us both.” He reached out and grabbed a condom from the side table. “Come here, bella. I’ve waited long enough.”
After donning protection, Andre palmed her waist and she scooted up to straddle him. Jace slid off the bed, his eyes never leaving hers. She bit her lip, the reality that Jace was going to watch her fuck another man settling in. The knowledge came with equal parts guilt and illicit desire. Did they really do this with no jealousy? She couldn’t imagine standing by while either one of them had sex with some other chick. The thought made her want to grow talons and scratch the hypothetical bitch’s eyes out.
Jace gave her a nod, reading the question on her face. “It’s fine, Ev. I’m fine. You’re not the only voyeur in the room. Enjoy yourself.”
Andre’s hands traced up her sides, bringing her attention back to the handsome man beneath her. “Blindfold her, Jace. I only want her focused on one thing.”
“No, it’s okay, I’ll—”
“Hush, bella. Not your choice.”
Jace grabbed a strip of fabric from a drawer in the side table and tied it tight over her eyes, blocking out all but the faintest hint of light. Her heart began to hammer, but she didn’t have time to worry further because Andre’s large hands spanned her hips and drew her down onto his cock without ceremony. Oh, my. The sweet invasion dragged all her attention back to center, to the sensation of her body stretching to envelope his hard heat. “Mmm.”
“That’s right,” Andre soothed as he guided her up and down in an impossibly patient rhythm. “Ride my cock. You feel so good around me—so hot and wet.”
A ragged breath sounded to her right, and she knew Jace was watching them, listening to Andre’s words. Picturing Jace standing there, hard and ready, getting off by seeing her take her pleasure with someone else was beyond erotic.
“You know how perfect you look right now, bella?”
She shook her head as she dug her nails into Andre’s ribs, keeping the slow pace though she ached to have him fuck her harder, faster. “No, sir.”
“So perfect that Jace can’t help breaking the rules by stroking his own cock while he watches you,” Andre said, his voice like velvet against her ears.
She groaned and another rush of heat flooded her sex, enveloping Andre’s already slick shaft. She could picture Jace there—muscles tight, sweat dampening his blond hair, his hand giving slow, firm strokes to himself while he watched her ride Andre’s cock. Oh, God. Pleasure, quick and urgent, coiled low in her belly, and she had to suck in a deep breath to reel herself in. One touch to her clit and she would go off like a firecracker.
Using her hands to guide her, she leaned down to Andre’s chest, finding those nipple rings she’d been fantasizing about and brought her mouth down on one of them. She drew her tongue around the hardened nub and sucked the metal ring into her mouth, tugging in the process.
“Shit, that’s nice,” Andre said, his muscles going tense beneath her.
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.