Torturous sensation caused her to cry out again and she fought against his hands, needing him to fuck her now. Hard.
“No, no. Not yet, baby. I’m not ready to come yet. And neither is Nic.”
“Not at all.” Nic’s voice made her clench around Duke’s shaft in desperation. “I want to watch you enjoy it all night, Ti.”
Blessed Goddess, yes, she was enjoying this. But it was torture as well.
Duke allowed her to slide down a few more centimeters and she felt the brush of his pubic hair on her ass. Almost there. Almost—
With a short, sharp motion, Duke seated her on his cock.
She cried out as pleasure and a burning fullness coursed through her. The need for friction caused her to roll her hips. Duke allowed her to move for a brief second as Nic’s hand paused, his gaze glued to where Duke and she were joined.
“Happy now, baby?”
She couldn’t speak, could only shake her head. No. She needed him to move, damn him. Why wouldn’t he move? And she wanted Nic to continue to jerk himself off. She wanted to watch him come. Needed to feel Duke’s release in her body.
“No?” Duke’s voice sounded surprised. “Then I guess we’re not doing this right, are we?”
“Do you want us to stop, Tira?” Nic’s hand loosened from around his cock and he made a motion as if to get up.
“No! Goddess, no, don’t stop.” If they stopped, she might just have to kill them.
“But we want you to be happy.” Duke nipped at her neck, causing her to clamp down hard on him. She swore the arms of the chair squealed as she crushed the leather under her fingers. “How can we make you happy?”
“Just fuck me,” she cried out. “Please.”
She swore she heard Duke growl low in his chest. “Then hold on, baby.”
Tira thought she was going to die before he started to move, she was so desperate for the friction. And when he grabbed her hips and lifted her off him, she wanted to cry.
But then he started to thrust, his motion limited because of his position and hers. But the friction… Oh, Goddess, the friction was amazing.
Her back arched, trying to get him as deep as he could go. Her eyes began to close but she caught sight of Nic stroking himself again.
God, he was so beautiful. His deep green eyes had narrowed to slits, the muscles in his right arm flexed and bunched as he stroked his cock. His abs tightened, the ridges of his muscles standing out in sharp relief.
In the back of her mind, she knew she wanted to touch him but couldn’t. She wanted to lick her way down that perfect chest. Better still, she wanted to be sandwiched between the two of them, as Duke took her ass and Nic thrust into her pussy.
But she couldn’t have that.
Despair threatened to tear away the bliss seeping through her veins. She pushed it away as she reached for the orgasm beating at the edges of her senses.
She needed just a little more. Making sure Nic was watching, she released one hand from the chair arm and let her fingers play over her stomach.
Each of Duke’s inward thrusts pushed her closer to that climax but when she touched herself, her body responded as if it were Nic touching her.
She stroked down her stomach until her fingers touched the hair on her mound, trimmed short because that’s the way she liked it. An inch or so lower and she found her clit.
Her breath left her lungs in a rush as she tweaked the little bundle of nerves and a short, sharp twinge of pleasure flowed through her like a jolt of electricity. If she did it again, she knew she’d come.
Instead, she let her fingers go even lower until she could brush her nails against Duke’s cock as he fucked her.
“Gods damn, Tira.” Duke’s voice sounded low, rough and out of control. “Do it again. Now damn it.”
She did, scraping her nails along his cock as he pulled out of her then fondling his balls when he thrust back in.
“Oh, fuck.” Duke’s fingers bit even further into her hips and Nic’s groan made her gaze drop to his cock.
His hand worked the shaft with a steadily increasing motion, the head appearing and disappearing in his fist. Her own fingers rubbed her clit, her body tightening.
Duke’s cock twitched inside her, triggering her orgasm as Nic’s low shout cut through the room, his own cock releasing his seed onto his stomach in thick ribbons.
As Duke groaned behind her, he pulled her down one last time as he came, pumping his warm fluid into her.
Filling her with heat.
Nic’s eyes closed as he sank back into the couch. Duke did the same behind her, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her locked to him.
Tira let Duke’s heat cradle her as she stared out the window into the dark.
Two hours later, Tira slipped out of the house, holding her breath as she closed the front door behind her and hurried to Duke’s Jeep, clutching his keys in her hands.
She couldn’t believe neither of them had woken but Nic was still injured and Duke was probably exhausted and both men had…
Worn themselves out.
Her thighs clenched with remembered desire and she went wet at the images running through her head.
Watching Nic watch Duke make love to her. Feeling Duke’s hands on her body as she watched Nic stroke himself to climax.
She’d come so hard she thought she might pass out. It’d been amazing.
And heartbreaking.
She’d wanted so badly to touch Nic, to feel his hands on her body in addition to Duke’s.
But she couldn’t.
And Nic hadn’t seemed to mind.
He’d sprawled on the couch afterward with a smile on his face before his eyes had drifted shut. She swore it only took him seconds to fall asleep.
Duke had kept her wrapped in his arms, her back to his front, until he, too, had fallen into a deep sleep on the chair.
She hadn’t been able to find that same oblivion. As Duke’s arms finally loosened, she got up, dressed and, without really knowing what she was doing, grabbed Duke’s keys off the table and snuck out the front door.
Where should she go?
Home? Where it was safe?
She remembered her talk with Margie. Hell, she couldn’t go home.
Then she realized the only home she wanted she’d left back with Duke and Nic.
Tears threatened to spill but she blinked them away as she started the Jeep, put it in gear and headed down the lane. She wasn’t a child. She was a grown woman. Time she started acting like one.
With a check in the rearview to make sure the guys hadn’t run out after her, she set off down the lane.
If Nica was home, she’d go talk to her. But Nica was off enjoying her two men. Lucky girl.
Her hands tightened around the steering wheel, her knuckles cracking with the pressure.
Pain slashed through her chest like a dull blade and she took a deep breath to try to dissipate it.
By the time she reached the closest rural highway, her foot was pretty well plastered to the floor and Duke’s favorite metal blared from the speakers. Slipknot suited her mood perfectly. Heavy drums, wailing guitars, Corey Taylor’s raspy screaming vocals.
She played it loud enough to drown out her own thoughts and the dark night around her forced her to concentrate on driving.
But she still had no destination in mind. It was close to two in the morning. The eteri bars would be closed—
Howling Moon.
Howling Moon never shut its doors.
And maybe the Lady of the Silver Light would have some advice. At least Lusna, the Etruscan Moon Goddess, would have oblivion by the name of mojitos.