Her throat felt like it’d shrunk three sizes. Ask him for the privilege of sucking his cock? The idea should’ve rankled. If Kevin had pulled that shit, she would’ve rolled her eyes. But that was because, in truth, she hadn’t ever been all that motivated to go down on any guy. She hadn’t craved that experience like she did right now. She’d done it to be nice. She wasn’t going to do this to be nice. “May I please taste you?”
“Taste what?” Hayes said, stepping beside Ren. “Remember, I’ve met Lenore. I know you’re not shy. Not when it comes to this. So let’s not pretend.”
Cora straightened her spine. He was right. Why the hell was she trying to act demure or shy with them? In her fantasies, she didn’t play that shrinking-violet game. “I want to taste his cock.”
“Good.” Hayes reached out and swiped his thumb over the head of Ren’s erection, catching the fluid there. The move elicited a grunt from Ren and the rapt attention of Cora. Hayes lifted his glistening thumb and pressed it to Cora’s lips. “Taste him, then.”
She closed her eyes, a ripple of heat going through her. Just seeing Hayes so casually touch Ren pushed buttons inside her. He was showing her rather than telling her. Nothing is off-limits. All of us can enjoy. All of us can touch. No one’s here to say no or put up walls.
She opened her eyes, lifted her gaze, and sucked Hayes’s thumb into her mouth, the taste of Ren mixing with the salt of Hayes’s skin. Pleasure flared in his eyes as she ran her tongue along the underside of his thumb and then sucked. Ren’s fingers, still in her hair, pulled tight.
Hayes cleared his throat and pulled his thumb free. “Ren, take your pants off and get on the table before I lose my patience.”
Cora smiled inwardly. She’d tempted Hayes. She could see it all over his face. He had a plan, but right in this moment, he’d wanted to grab her and shove his cock in her mouth, take his own pleasure before seeing to either of theirs. He was reeling himself in. For some reason, it was comforting knowing they were all on edge already. They were all weak tonight.
Hayes put out a hand and helped her to her feet. He ran a hand down her back. “Are you cold?”
She couldn’t help the laugh that slipped out of her. “Are you kidding? I could heat a small village right now. Meat could be roasted over me.”
He smiled and pulled her close, her naked body pressing against his clothed one. His palm cupped her ass and squeezed. “I’m into you, Cora Benning. Have I mentioned that yet?”
“You tell that to all naked girls in your kitchen?”
His expression turned wry. “Has nothing to do with the nudity, though that is greatly appreciated.”
“Enormously appreciated,” Ren added.
“No, you make me smile. Have been doing that for a long time.” His fingernails pressed into the flesh of her ass, making her toes curl, and then he gave her a swat. “Now I want to give you something to smile about.”
Knowing it was probably out of the realm of the rules, but doing it anyway, she pushed up on her toes and pressed a kiss to his mouth. “You already have, Master Dmitry. I’ve been smiling over you for a long time.”
Something flickered over his expression at that, something tender and real and potent. Her chest squeezed tight, but the look disappeared as quickly as it was there. He cleared his throat, that stoic mask slipping back into place.
It was time to play.
TWENTY-TWO
Cora’s heart pounded hard against her ribs as Hayes led her over to the table. Ren was watching them, jeans open and hanging loose around his hips, the dark trail of hair tracking downward to the hard state of his cock. Hayes took Cora’s hand and placed it in Ren’s. A gift. Like she was something to be offered.
The move had the desired effect and she felt herself slipping into the role. Theirs. When she’d played with Dmitry, she’d learned over time to let her mind relax, to turn off the inner chatter and just focus on being. It wasn’t unlike meditation in a lot of ways—a relief from her busy brain and nonstop analyzing. But this was that state notched up ten levels. And as Ren wrapped his fingers around hers, she could sense some new plane hovering right in her grasp. The nerves of this being in person and not virtual were trying to hold her back, but seeing the intent look on Ren’s face and feeling Hayes’s steady presence behind her helped.
Ren reached out and tucked a lock of her hair behind her ear. “Don’t be scared, Cora. We’ll take good care of you.”
“I know.” And she did. She didn’t know why she felt so sure of that, but she felt it down to her bones. “I just have trouble getting out of my head sometimes.”
His lips curved as he sat on the edge of the table and pulled her to him, bracing her between his spread knees. “I know you don’t want to miss the view, but close your eyes for a minute. Just feel.”
She did as she was told and then after a breath, hands and mouths were on her. Ren kissing her neck, Hayes’s big hands wrapping around her from behind and palming her breasts, Ren’s thighs locking her in place. Unh. She tipped her head back and it landed against Hayes’s chest. He pressed a hand over her forehead, holding her against him and notching his erection against her backside. Another hand—Ren’s—dipped between her legs, finding her slick and hot. He tucked two fingers inside her.
She let out a soft gasp, the sensations overwhelming—hands everywhere, heat branding her each place they touched, and Ren’s slow, decadent invasion. She rocked against Ren’s fingers and Hayes’s erection, never opening her eyes.
“That’s it, baby,” Ren said softly. “You don’t need to think about anything because there are no decisions left to make. You’re ours right now. This soft skin. This sweet body. This wet cunt that’s just begging to be filled up.”
Hayes’s hand slipped between the cheeks of her ass and teased her opening, circling it with his fingertip and awakening nerves there. “Other places that need filling.”
Her stomach tightened and she let out a sigh that didn’t sound anything like protest.
“Think about all the ways we can use you,” Ren said. “All the ways we can make you feel good.”