“I’d love that.”
Evan sat up a bit and taking her time, she slipped each button through its eyelet, exposing the hard expanse of his tan chest. The pace of his breathing beneath her fingertips increased with each button freed. She pushed the shirt over his shoulders and down his arms. She laid a hand over his heart, concern swamping her. “No bulletproof vest?”
He pressed his hand over hers. “They’re hot. I took it off when my shift ended.”
“Oh.” She moved her hand and kissed the spot where it had been. “Good. Because I was about to yell at you.”
He chuckled. “I have an appreciation for a little pain, but not the getting shot in a vital organ kind.”
“Mmm, a little pain, huh?” She lowered her head and used the tip of her tongue to play with the ring through his nipple. She sucked the silver into her mouth, tugging none too gently.
He rewarded her with a soft grunt.
Her hand snaked down to his already unfastened pants and pushed past the fly of his boxer briefs. His cock was hard and hot in her hand. She stroked the smooth length of it, wishing that she could have him bare inside her. She knew both he and Jace had to be tested regularly to maintain membership at The Ranch. And God knows she was clean. But both men thought she was sleeping with Daniel, so they had to protect themselves from the unknown. And she certainly couldn’t share the truth with them.
She bent down and gave the head of his cock an open-mouthed kiss. Since he’d touched himself, she’d wanted nothing more than to taste him against her tongue, a salty, spice-laced flavor she now had memorized.
He touched her hair. “Hold on, bella. These boxers are strangling me.”
Momentarily dislodging her from her task, Andre shucked his pants and boxers, took a condom from his wallet, and then tossed the clothes off in the corner of the room. The camera had continued to flash, but she no longer noticed. All she could focus on was the sheer male beauty in front of her. “Better?”
He leaned over and kissed her lips lightly. “Much.”
He tried to shift their positions, to take over. But she pushed him back on his butt. “I wasn’t done with you yet.”
He sat back with a smile, leaning on his elbows, shameless in his nudity. “Well, far be it from me to thwart you from your mission. Go for it, gorgeous.”
She drew her knees beneath her and her mouth was back on him, licking, savoring, enjoying the freedom to touch and taste as she pleased. Part of being submissive to Andre and Jace had meant she’d spent a lot of time on her knees, working to pleasure them at their command. Before she’d met them, giving head had just been a fun little foreplay exercise. Something to do to help out the guy. But the experience with these two men had shifted her entire perspective.
Now she relished her ability to give pleasure. To make a strong man quiver beneath her ministrations. Having been blindfolded and bound numerous times had also focused her senses, had allowed her to appreciate the earthy taste of a man’s skin, the scent of his body heating up with arousal—clean sweat and soap for Jace, musky cologne for Andre. The experience had been transformed into a sensual immersion she craved. Even the infinitesimal tension that ebbed and flowed through Andre’s muscles as she moved her mouth along him registered on her sexual Richter scale.
Deciding to push it a little further than she had in the past, she took him in her hand and licked the base of his cock, then ventured lower. With a languid pace, she drew her tongue along the seam of his sac.
He gripped her hair and his muscular thighs widened, giving her even more access. “That feels amazing.”
She smiled. A man who kept himself this clean-shaven deserved to be rewarded. She mouthed one of the sensitive globes of his sac, swirling her tongue around it.
He grabbed her head with both hands, his body shuddering beneath her. “You keep that up, bella, and you may get a new form of hair gel.”
She moved back the merest of space. “Maybe I’m getting you back for all the relentless patience you’ve used on me.”
Sweat glistened on his forehead when he looked down his body at her. “Oh, is that right?”
She kissed her way up his chest, crawling along his body, and ended with a nibble along his bottom lip. “No, in all honesty, I just love sucking your cock.”Author: Roni Loren
His eyes darkened in that way that made her insides coil tight. “You’re the most perfect woman I’ve ever met.”
She laughed. “I bet you say that to all the girls.”
He cupped her cheek, his gaze as serious as she’d ever seen him. “No, Evan. I don’t.” He ran his thumb over her mouth. “Mi alma es tuya.”
Evan parted her lips to ask him what that meant, but he was already pulling her down for a kiss. His mouth slanted over hers and their tongues twined in a heated dance—one that sent every molecule in her body humming. She sensed a fierceness in the embrace, almost a desperation, like Andre was afraid she’d evaporate if he didn’t hold her tightly enough. She wanted to reassure him that she was right here, that she wasn’t going anywhere. But they both knew that wasn’t true. They needed to treat every time like a cherished gift. Because this was an indulgence neither of them would have for much longer.
She pressed her forehead against his. “Please, Andre. I need you.”
Hands and legs tangled, the condom somehow made it on, and soon she found herself rolled onto her back, Andre above her. “I need you too, bella. So much.”
The camera flash captured the second their bodies collided.