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.”Author: Roni Loren
Jace touched her gently then positioned himself at her back entrance, pressing the tip of his cock against her. “Focus on letting me in, baby. Relax your muscles and push against me.”
Andre’s fingers didn’t stop their ministrations, and she held on to that sensation as she followed Jace’s instruction. Her body resisted the invasion, making it feel like there was no way she could ever take him, but she wasn’t going to give up that easily. She took another deep breath and focused on relaxing, on accepting him. The first thrust felt like she was going to rip apart, but then he pushed past the ring of muscle and all went white behind her eyes.
“Oh, God . . .” Her body turned as taut as a guitar string and every shred of her being seemed to jerk to hyper-awareness. Pleasure wasn’t even a fair word for it.
Jace hissed out a breath as he pulled back and eased into her again. “Oh, Evan, baby.”
His words stopped making sense and so did her thoughts. Andre’s thumb took over her clit, and his fingers plunged deep inside her, stroking her as Jace continued rocking into her.
She felt . . . invaded. In the best possible way. Invaded and utterly dominated by the two of them. Her pleasure was no longer in her conscious control. Her arms began to quiver, and sweat trickled down her neck. Breath started to come in short fits and starts. She felt alive and electric and half out of her mind. The feel of both of them inside her something she’d never forget. “I don’t . . . know . . . how much . . . longer . . .”
“Shh,” Andre soothed. “You both have permission to come. Let it take you, bella. Let me watch both of you fall apart above me.”
With his free hand, Andre yanked off her blindfold and she found his eyes full of stark desire and something else, something far more intense.
Jace’s own breathing became erratic, and his tempo went from canter to gallop. “Come for me, Evan. Come for both of us.”
Andre’s eyes stayed locked with hers as he stroked her clit with increasing pressure. Then his fingers curved inside her, hitting the spot that she’d thought was a myth, and the world around her exploded.
A wretched cry tore out of her, and she thrust against Jace in a mindless frenzy, her entire body seeming to contract around him. She was no longer in control of her muscles—her body was taking what it wanted, pushing her higher and higher into a place she hadn’t been before. She was floating. No pain or worry. Just thoughtless bliss.
Somewhere in the distance, she heard Jace’s own moan of ecstasy, felt his heat spill against the condom and the resulting softening of his grip on her waist.
Andre grabbed her quivering arms, and she collapsed against him in a boneless heap. Her mind couldn’t process anything—emotion, ecstasy, pain—all of it wrapped around her in an overwhelming rush.
Then, she lost it.
Tears—something she hadn’t felt against her cheeks in a decade—sprung forth without warning or control. She didn’t even realize what was happening until she found herself sobbing against Andre’s sweat-slicked chest.
“Oh, bella.” His hand caressed her hair. “It’s okay, you’re okay.”
The bed dipped and Jace grabbed her hand, running a thumb over her palm. “Are you all right, Ev? Did I hurt you?”