“Finish off Chase,” Ben commanded. “I’ll have my turn later.”
Ben was a giver and Chase took control. “Suck me hard, sweetness. Your mouth feels so fucking perfect and I won’t last long. I’ve been going crazy for days and I had to share a room with Ben. I’ve had to masturbate in the shower.”
Ben snorted. “No wonder you took three showers a day.”
Chase surged into her mouth, his cock taking up all the space. Desperate. He felt desperate to her and she felt the power flow. This was what she loved. The exchange. Dom to sub. Lover to lover.
She forced herself to breathe. She could do this. She remembered how sweet this could be. She pulled her mouth back and found the V on the underside of Chase’s truly beautiful cock. The soft, velvety skin covered his hardness and soothed along her tongue. The dip at the back of his cockhead was perfect for what she had in mind. She planted her tongue ring there and pushed up while she started to suck him hard.
“Oh, fuck. Fuck. God, you’re sweet. Take all of it.” Chase pressed in, forcing his cock to the back of her throat. “Have mercy, Cotton Candy. Just give me what I need.”
She relaxed. He needed the control now and she happily ceded it to him. He held her head in both hands, fucking into her mouth in long, hard strokes. She sucked, fighting him every time he pulled out. He rocked into her, finding a rhythm that soothed her even as she got hotter and hotter. She wanted to suck them both, moving her head between them, giving them their turns because she knew these men would pay her back with interest.
Chase’s movements became jerky, losing their smooth precision as he tightened his hands on her hair. “Take it all, sweetness. It’s all for you.”
She sucked him deep one last time as his cum began to coat her tongue. He was delicious. She’d missed this. The power. The connection. And it was stronger this time because it was Sir Dawson and her Ben. She could feel Ben’s hands on her as she swallowed Chase’s cum.
Chase’s hands softened, his thrusts slowing. “God, sweetness, I needed that.”
Nat sat back on her knees, licking her lips. She’d needed it, too. Days of being close to them had convinced her she wanted them—even if it was just for a little while. She turned her eyes up to Ben, who had tucked his cock back in his pants, but there was no mistaking the massive erection there.
“Not right now. I think I can now say Chase stole my treat and we’re even,” Ben said with a little grimace.
Chase tucked himself back in with a smile. “I’ll take that, brother.”
“On your back, Natalie.” Ben’s voice brooked no disobedience. “You present yourself now. Pussy up. I want to see that little jewel.”
She moved to the requested position, Chase at her back, his hands aiding her, bracing her. The carpet was soft on her sore backside. His breath was on her neck as she spread her legs. He pulled her arms over her head, around his neck. His legs slid under hers, splitting them and forcing them apart. It also forced her to acknowledge that she was hot as hell. Her pussy was ripe. She couldn’t help it. Her whole pelvis was flaring with awareness.
Ben stood over her, six and a half feet of pure grade A alpha male. His jeans were tenting with a spectacular erection. She knew just how hard that cock could get. “Freaking hell, is that a diamond?”
“It’s not real. I got it at a tattoo shop for twenty bucks, but it looked nice.” God, that sounded dumb. They were rich. She’d just told them she’d put a Diamonelle on her clit. Yeah, that was classy.
“I might need to upgrade you, sweetness, but that diamond isn’t the real jewel here,” Chase said. His hands were restless on her body, moving and caressing and finally retreating as though he wasn’t sure what he should do.
They were all feeling their way through this.
Ben got to his knees, his eyes never leaving her pussy. “Did it hurt?”
She felt her lips curve up. “Shockingly no. It hurt a hell of a lot less than the tongue piercing. I was kind of disappointed.” She’d sat in the Dallas tattoo parlor with Kitten and Finn and waited for the pain to purify her. Finn had given her hell about it. She would have simply found the nearest tattoo parlor and gotten the job done, but no, that wasn’t good enough for Finn. He’d researched and then flown out a master piercer from California to a Finn-approved studio for a piercing that had taken next to no time at all. Damn hood hadn’t had a whole lot of nerves, but the cold metal on her clit had been a revelation. “But I wasn’t disappointed when I felt that ball against my clit.”
For the last several years, that piercing had been her only source of sexual stimulation. She gasped as Ben changed that for her. His big hand came down, index finger toying with the piercing. Yep, that had been a damn fine investment.
“It pulled your hood back. Your clit is exposed most of the time.” Ben was talking academically, but his eyes were anything but cool. “It’s pretty. And it seems to have an effect.” He dipped his finger down, sliding through her labia.
He was testing her, pushing her, but all she could think about was the fact that she was between them. Ben knelt between her legs. Chase was at her back, his denim-clad legs holding her open for his brother’s perusal. Her skin hummed. Every inch seemed to be stimulated by some part of them.
“Is she wet?” Chase’s words were hot on her neck. She leaned back into the heat of his chest. His erection was hard against her back, just a couple of centimeters of denim between them.
Ben growled a little, pulling his fingers out of her pussy and then sucking them inside, his tongue swirling to catch every drop of her cream. “Fuck, you taste good, Cotton Candy. I told you I wanted you to sit on my face. If big brother hadn’t been such a possessive dick, I already would have made a meal of you.”
Big brother slid his hands up to her breasts, his fingers finding her nipples. “Don’t you start in on me. I haven’t even fucked her yet. And that wet pussy has something to do with my hand on her ass. She likes a good spanking. Hard and fast. She’s not a tourist. She needs a little bite of pain to go with all that sugar.”
Not a tourist? It was a word lifestylers used for the casual BDSMer, the type who played once or twice and then moved on to the next thing that caught their eye. She’d felt like a tourist in her own life for years now. Chase pinched her nipples. She should get her nipples pierced.
A flash of black memory came back to her. She remembered overhearing Hawk discussing her body modification plans. Hawk often spoke around her like she wasn’t there. Her will hadn’t mattered. She’d had no voice in her own life. She’d been a toy, and a child didn’t take a toy’s wants or needs into consideration.
Fingers pinched her nipples again, this time sharp and hard and biting. Chase barked at her. “Don’t you go somewhere else. You’re here with us.”
She was here with them. She was safe.
“Tell me.” Ben put a hand on her chin. She could smell her arousal on his fingers. It reminded her of just how intimate she’d gotten with these men.
She thought about lying, but all those hours with Janine really had worked her over. Honesty. It was the only thing that would work. And she was a little worried they would know if she lied. She didn’t want to disappoint them. She wanted to please them. Damn. She wanted them to be proud of her.
“It was just a flash. I get them sometimes. The longer I go, the more I forget the specifics, but sometimes it’s like I’m back there.”
Chase’s nose ran along her neck. He seemed to love to smell her. It was something most normal guys would try to hide or cover up, but Chase just seemed to follow his instincts. “You’re here with us now. You’re safe. What was the flashback about? What brought it about? Touching you? No. You were relaxed. It was me.”