“Mmmpfh,” she said, drunk on afterglow. She turned her head to find Hayes on the side of the bed, staring down at the both of them. His erection hadn’t abated but he hadn’t made any move to get undressed. She let herself openly stare. “Now what can we do for you, Master Hayes?”
His mouth lifted at the corner. “I’m patient. I’m giving you two a break.”
That sounded like the worst idea ever.
Cora rolled onto her side and Ren’s fingers drifted idly over her thigh. She smiled up at Hayes. “Breaks are overrated. Haven’t you heard that I’m a workaholic?”
“Mmm,” Ren said. “It’s always been Hayes’s weak spot as a dom. Too damn generous and not selfish enough. I’ve always had selfish nailed.”
Hayes grunted. “Believe me, I wasn’t suffering out there. You two are quite a show.”
Ren’s hand drifted down between Cora’s legs and his fingertips gently grazed her still-sensitive lips. Her toes curled and Hayes’s attention focused there.
“I bet Cora’s got more than one measly orgasm in her,” Ren said casually. “Spread your legs for him, gorgeous.” Ren guided her top leg into a bend and up, opening her to Hayes and still playing with her, dumping desire right back into her blood. “She’s wanted Dmitry for a long time. Don’t you think it’s time to give that to her? And time to end your drought? Have you forgotten how good it feels to have a woman’s heat clamp down on your cock? All that slickness surrounding you?”
Hayes’s green eyes had gone almost black, his attention focused on Cora’s spread thighs and Ren’s teasing fingers. Ren was putting her on display, talking about her like she wasn’t there, but that only made it more illicit, hotter. I’ve already had a piece of this. Come and get yours.
Plus, it was probably wrong, but she was unbearably turned on by the fact that she would be the first woman Hayes had been with in years. She kind of liked the slightly wild way he was looking at her, like he didn’t trust himself to play nice or be gentle.
Hayes’s jaw visibly flexed. “Stop, Ren. I can’t— I don’t want to . . .”
“He’s afraid he’s going to hurt me,” Cora said, catching Hayes’s gaze and holding it. “He’s too keyed up. He’s worried he’ll be too rough.”
Hayes glanced away. “Just give me a few minutes.”
Cora pushed herself into a sit. “I’m not scared of you, you know?”
“Maybe you should be,” he said gruffly. “With you looking like that . . . all I want to do right now is hold you down and fuck you until I can’t see straight.”
“Then do it,” she said, tucking her legs beneath her and tipping up her chin. “I can handle you.”
And even if she’d probably have trouble admitting it out loud, one of her top fantasies was rough sex. Hayes knew that. It was Lenore’s favorite.
Ren’s hands slid onto her shoulders. “We’ve got you, Fox. Both of us. You know I won’t let you hurt her. If you push too far, she’s got a safe word and she’s got me.”
Hayes lifted his eyes to Ren, every part of him tense. “Ren—”
Ren’s hands slid down Cora’s arms and drew her hands behind her back. He locked her wrists together in his grip. “Look at our pretty captive. Take her, Hayes. It’s time.”
TWENTY-THREE
Every chain holding Hayes back seemed to snap at once. He prided himself on his self-control. After the show in the kitchen, his cock had been ready to explode, and he’d managed to reel himself in. But how was he supposed to resist this? A beautiful woman he cared about offering herself to him without restriction.
He knew too much. He knew what Cora’s secret fantasies were. And that was tempting him beyond measure. Lenore had always come the hardest when he’d given her rough scenarios, being tied up or held down, being fucked hard and the orgasm being forced out of her.
Ren sat his chin on Cora’s shoulder, her small breasts jutting out from his grip on her wrists, and he reached around to strum her clit. She moaned softly. He could see her trembling with need again. Ren smiled. “If you won’t fuck her, I’ll just do it again. Maybe slide deep into her ass this time. I love how she feels around my cock, love how she rides me. Have you ever been taken that way, baby?”
Cora groaned.
That was it. The breaking point. Hayes was a strong man. A controlled man. But he wasn’t inhuman. He ripped at the button on his jeans and yanked down the zipper. They wanted to tease him? Wanted to goad him into hard and fast? Well, they were going to get it.
He pulled out his cock, giving it much-needed room after the torture of being pressed up against his pants all this time, and rolled on the condom he’d tucked in his pocket. Cora’s gaze zeroed in on his cock, her breath catching. He liked that. Liked seeing the desire clear on her face. Made him feel a little better about what he was about to do.
“You didn’t lie about that either in the game,” she said breathlessly.
He stalked over to the bed and let himself slip fully into the role. “Tell me your safe word, Cora.”
“Red,” she whispered, her eyes going a little wide at his tone.