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  “Touch me.” She spoke quietly but with enough authority Malcolm nodded happily, bowed his head for an instant then kissed her thighs.

  With his hands still plumping her breasts, Rick dipped his head beside hers and nuzzled her cheek until she offered him her mouth. The fervor of his kiss overwhelmed her for a moment. Rick was all male—hard bodied and lust driven—and being held by him was exciting as hell. His touch contrasted so beautifully with the gentle pursing of Malcolm’s lips, the smooth warmth as he drew his mouth up and down her thighs.

  Through the barrier of his wool pants, Rick rubbed his erection against the small of her back. “I want you,” he said against her mouth. His voice was deep and gravelly and made her shiver with excitement. Letting go of her breast, his hand skated down her belly. Just rough enough to be arousing, his skin felt warm and dry against hers. He caressed her with broad sweeps of his palm then slipped his fingers between her legs. Cupping her pussy, he squeezed gently, deliberately and rhythmically.

  Her knee buckled and she had to grab onto Malcolm’s shoulder. When he looked up at them, arousal shone in his eyes. With his face hovering inches away from her mound, he licked his lips again and stared. “Please, Mistress. I need to taste you.”

  How could any woman with a heart refuse such a beautifully phrased request? “Yes,” she breathed.

  The excitement in Malcolm’s eyes doubled.

  Chuckling, Rick ended their kiss, took her hand and led her to his bed. Set prominently in the middle of the room, it was covered with a black duvet. Pulling it back, Rick revealed cream-colored linen sheets. He sat her on the end of the bed, crouched in front of her and drew off one of her shoes. She threw her head back and gasped with pleasure when he kissed her foot, massaged her insole then reached for her other shoe. Straightening, he threaded his fingers into her panties and didn’t ask before he started to tug.

  Leaning back on her elbows, Brenna lifted her hips obligingly. Being with them felt so comfortable now. Rick had given that to her. Given her a sheltered, nurtured environment to explore her sensuality with two men. It was the first time a man, let alone a sub, had taken the time to discern her unspoken needs and meet them.

  Arousal shone on Rick’s face as he removed the last of her clothing. He touched her mound, the thin pelt of dark curls adorning it. His fingertips traced her bare nether lips. He kissed her, swept his tongue along her slit then stood.

  She growled in frustration.

  Cocking an eyebrow, he looked down at her brazenly then reached for his belt buckle. It was Brenna’s turn to lick her lips in unconscious anticipation.

  Brenna palmed her breast then pinched her nipple as she watched him slowly undo his pants. Each tooth of his zipper opened with sharp, metallic promise. With his feet planted apart, he let his slacks and briefs drop inch after tantalizing inch. The hard cut and veins of his groin seemed to pop out. The thin line of hair below his shallow navel drew her eyes and had her grinning in anticipation. She caught a glimpse of his dark-brown bush before his thick cock sprang into view. When he palmed it, when he stroked it roughly with his gaze locked on hers, Brenna shivered with need and reached for him.

  Again he stepped back. Again she growled with frustration. She wasn’t used to being denied by any man. Teasing, it turned out, could be fun no matter which side you were on.

  “All yours, buddy.” Rick directed his voice to Malcolm, who was still kneeling in the middle of the room. “You won’t be disappointed,” he added and licked his lower lip. “She’s delicious.”

  Malcolm crawled to her, kissed her inner thighs, raised her knees and trailed his tongue over her trimmed curls.

  She jerked then gasped when he kissed one side of her cleft then the other, then lapped at the wetness dewing the mouth of her core. Having spent the night in a state of arousal, Brenna wanted to lock her heels over his shoulders, pull him in and ride his face for hours. But there was no way she was going to touch his back or his ass. He seemed to be moving okay but she’d laid a pretty harsh beating on him earlier. That he’d liked but she was one-hundred percent sure he wouldn’t like having his road rash rubbed.

  Willing herself to be patient, she stretched out and encouraged him with soft gasps, murmurs and the pressure of her fingers on his head.

  Malcolm’s response delighted her. When the mattress beside her dipped, when Rick knelt beside her, cock in hand, Malcolm lifted her knees, circled her anus with his tongue then moved up to her clit. She groaned and smiled wantonly when he licked her little pearl up and down then flicked it side to side. Lucky her…both men were skilled in bed. It was a wonder they were still single. Maybe they’d been waiting for the right woman.

  The mattress shifted again. Moaning with what could only be interpreted as pleasure, Rick plumped her breast then closed his mouth over the tip. With his eyes closed, he suckled her with a devotion that brought tears to her eyes. She blinked them away then inhaled sharply. His tongue laved her, circled her, rubbed her nipple then flattened against it as he hollowed his cheeks and drew on her with a focus that made her tremble. When he’d thoroughly loved her breast, he moved to its mate.

  Brenna shivered with pleasure. The things they were doing to her, the things they were making her feel were beyond incredible. Her whole body felt sensitized and hungry for more. Her mind too.

  The speed of Malcolm’s tongue working her clit increased. She wasn’t sure which man was responsible for her gasp of pleasure. With one hand on Malcolm’s head, the other on Rick’s, she relaxed into the sensations coursing through her. Need built in her chest and made her belly clench. Soft, sexy music drifted into the room, almost too quiet to really hear but it set the perfect backdrop for the wet sounds of Malcolm’s loving. The murmurs of pleasure as Rick suckled her.

  When Rick levered himself up, when he placed a final warm and moist kiss to each breast, Brenna tried to pull him back to her. Despite the unsubtle hold she had on his hair, Rick straightened. Opening her eyes, she saw the broad plum-shaped head of his cock. Holding it out to her, Rick rubbed the smooth head against her lower lip. The tip of his organ got glossy and red as her lipstick transferred. She breathed in his scent—warm musk with a hint of sandalwood—and traced the cap with the tip of her tongue until he groaned.

  Looking up, she found him watching her, his chest rising and falling fast, his cheeks bright with color. He was so beautiful…all hard, confident male, and the way he looked at her made her heart beat faster.

  This was what making love was meant to be. Scening had its virtues—hallelujah—but this equal expression, sharing and meeting of needs was what the other side of her psyche had always needed. Had fantasized about in the dark late at night, but hadn’t dared hope for. Women like her attracted men like Malcolm. Hell, they clogged the queue for her like drooling yes-men. They needed her.

  She needed them, but she needed more too.

  Holding his shaft in his fist, Rick moved it in a tight, erotic-as-hell circle, rubbing his glossy skin over her tongue. He pressed the head to her mouth until she opened even more, slid inside until her lips closed behind his broad glans, then pulled out slowly. In and out, he fucked her mouth sweetly, rolled across her tongue, bared his teeth with pleasure when she licked and swirled around him. Making a sound that was part groan, part hum, he exposed his teeth when she sealed her lips around him and suckled.

  Despite the fat rod in her mouth, Brenna gasped. Malcolm was licking her pussy faster and he slid two fingers into her, turned his wrist, pumped gently then repeated the movement over and over. With her eyes wide open, she saw Rick look down her body, saw desire widen his eyes as he watched his friend arouse her.

  When Rick finally returned his focus to her face, he grinned, cocked a finger and leaned some of his weight back on his heels. Brenna was glad to take the hint. Propping herself up on one elbow caused Malcolm to lose his rhythm but he recovered quickly and swirled his tongue around her clit hard enough to make her tremble. It felt wonderful. Arousal poured thr
ough her and she took hold of Rick’s cock, brought it to her mouth, swallowed half of it and hollowed her cheeks. She felt his hand on the side of her face, another on her breast as he began to rock against her.

  Taking him in, swallowing the claustrophobia and gag reflex when he touched the back of her throat, Brenna let her teeth scrape his length when Rick withdrew. He hissed and looked at her with unmistakable adoration. Reaching around him, she held on to his ass, hard, and let her fingertip scrape his anus when he pushed into her mouth again.

  His body jerked but after that initial sign of shock, he placed his hand over hers and held it in place. It could also be interpreted as a brake.

  “I’ll stop if that makes you uncomfortable.” After easing his cock out of her mouth, she looked up at him.

  He hesitated, as if he was weighing his answer. “I’m actually surprised I’m not uncomfortable. Dommes—most Dommes—expect a sub to give up their ass and get all pissy if you don’t. I just…” His voice trailed off.

  “You need to build up some trust first. I get that. If you like how it feels, I’ll keep going.” The corner of her mouth quirked up as she grazed his anus. He shuddered and his hips rocked in response. “You hold on to my hand and stop me whenever you want. We can always try again some other time, if you like.”

  “While you’re waiting,” Malcolm quipped, “you can play with my ass any time you like, Mistress.”

  Rick hissed and held her hand tighter. “I like,” he moaned and pressed his cock against her lips.

  The rhythm they set wasn’t smooth but was erotic because of it. Malcolm’s tongue stroked her eagerly. Her pussy felt swollen and wet as it bore down on his fingers. And Rick…Rick used her mouth gently and without apology. He set his own pace, sank as deep into her throat as he pleased, but withdrew long before her lungs burned for air. It was difficult to time her breathing with the undulation of three bodies but the uncertainty just made it more exciting. She was used to being in control, or at least having the illusion of it. Subs always controlled scenes, even those who didn’t realize it or refused to recognize it. A thinking Domme pushed her sub’s limits in increments, but always in the context of the scene the submissive had allowed. Subs had the power to stop whenever they wished. Tonight though Brenna was just a woman, nervous and excited as she and the two wonderful, hard-bodied men with her dove into this new experience.

  Need gathered in her belly, made her pussy clench, and when it did Malcolm sped up the hard flicks of his tongue. His fingers, driving in and out of her, made an erotic, wet, slapping sound. Her fingers curled up and she started breathing hard. He might be a submissive through and through but he knew how to touch a woman, how to be tender and loving and give more than he was getting.

  Sweat broke out on her chest and her hips lifted to him, needing more. Straining toward him, Brenna gasped around Rick’s cock, drew her mouth away and flung her head back. Every muscle in her body felt tight as her back arched. Hot pulses of ecstasy drove through her. They made her sob as release, white-hot and inexorable, racked her. The pleasure was exquisite as it tightened its hold on her, made heat spark down her nerves, made her cry out. When it finally eased she grabbed Rick’s cock with more strength than discretion, drew it into her mouth and sucked hard enough to make him shake and roll his hips into her.

  He swore lustily when she pulled away and slid out of Malcolm’s gasp.

  “Come here,” she ordered the man still kneeling at the foot of the bed. Without question and wearing a titillated expression, he stretched out on Rick’s bed. “Can you handle lying on your back?” Brenna asked. “Is your backside too sore?”

  “A bit,” Malcolm answered, then grinned. He lay down and didn’t move after that. “But I like it that way.”

  She kissed his mouth and grinned crookedly. “I know. Stay there until I tell you differently.”

  She turned to Rick. “Condoms?” she asked and was impressed by how quickly he dove for his night table.

  Taking a condom from Rick, she tore it open with her teeth, then rolled the thin, lubricated latex onto his jutting cock. She pushed on his shoulders until he was laid out for her. Malcolm’s expression told her he wasn’t happy about doing all the work only to have his buddy reap the pleasure. Perversely, it also told her he was getting off on the denial.

  That he liked.

  She settled herself over Rick’s loins, took hold of his shaft and angled it, and gasped when the head parted her folds. Sliding her hands up her body, she squeezed her breasts, rolled her nipples between her fingers, licked her lips and focused on Rick’s handsome, tortured face as he watched her tremble and gasp as she forced his heavy cock into her slit.

  It felt so good, taking Rick inside her. His bare skin, where it touched hers, was warm and smooth. The room was quiet, except for their harsh breathing and the muted jazz, and the smell of his skin and Malcolm’s filled her head.

  Malcolm touched her waist, her hips, but did it as if he was expecting to be refuted. Rick lay still, letting her control their lovemaking. Let her use his body to pleasure hers. She gasped again and pulled on her nipples. The slight bite of pain was exquisite and drove her pleasure higher. “You’re big,” she managed then felt her brow furrow as she lowered herself another inch. Panting helped her adjust to his size. It had been a long time since she’d taken a lover and judging from the twisted grin on Rick’s face, he liked the tight squeeze just fine. She began moving up and down slowly, letting her juices lubricate him. The tug on her outer folds made her head spin. Captivated, she immersed herself in that first, exquisite penetration…the foreign but very welcome feeling of being stretched and filled. After that, lowering herself onto him came easier. When he was finally buried in her to the hilt, he shuddered and rolled his torso.

  “You’re so beautiful,” Malcolm said hoarsely and looked at where they were joined. “Can I touch you, Mistress?”

  She took his hand, kissed the pads of his fingers then slid them between her legs. “Yes. Rub my clit until I come.”

  Grinning like an ecstatic madman, Malcolm did as he was told.

  Moaning quietly, Rick gathered up her hair, stroked it, and held her to him with a strength that was as unshakable as it was restrained. She felt possessed. She felt like the possessor. When she’d first thought about this, she’d imagined an over the top hot scenario. What she hadn’t imagined, what she hadn’t hoped for was the aching, breathless intimacy she felt with him. The growing comfort she had in her own skin as the boundaries and roles blurred, shifted, and became more erotic because of it.

  Beside her, Malcolm began making incoherent sounds of pleasure. His fingers were wet and worked her clit in a determined, circular motion. Brenna felt powerful as her thighs drove her down onto Rick, again and again. She saw his eyes on her, felt them touch her lips and breasts with lust, watched him bare his teeth as they rocked against each other.

  The sight of his arousal, the scent and taste of his need drove her over the edge. Heat and release poured through her, made white light flash behind her eyelids, drew her nipples so tight they hurt. Grunting in time with the pulses of her orgasm, Rick curled his torso upward, squeezed his eyes shut, grabbed onto her waist and held tight. She gasped as she felt his cock throb, knew from the heat inside her he was filling the condom with cum. He grunted once more, trembled then lay back slowly. His lips pulled back from his teeth but that quickly morphed into a crooked grin. As his muscles relaxed visibly, he brought her fingers to his mouth and kissed them tenderly.

  In the wake of her orgasm, Malcolm’s hand had slowed. Now it caressed her gently and the movement communicated a sensitivity toward her needs. She hoped, someday, he’d find the woman he deserved. She just couldn’t be that for him.

  When she lifted her body clear of Rick’s, as they both sighed with pleasure and disappointment, he used his free hand to hold the base of the condom in place.

  The side of the mattress dipped, drawing their attention.

  “You’re so b
eautiful when you come,” Malcolm said, touched her cheek and stretched out beside her while Rick walked to the bathroom.

  His cock was hard and precum glistened on the tip. But he made no move to touch himself or move closer to her. Brenna was now certain denial laid at the heart of his submissive soul and while he might steal an orgasm now and then when they were scening, he liked being left to suffer in sexual agony.

  Malcolm got up on his knees and rested his palms on his knees in a classic submissive pose. “How about we make you come again?”

  Chapter Eight

  “Shit.”

  Startled out of sleep, Brenna lifted her head, looked around the strange room through bleary eyes and, despite the dimness, saw Malcolm roll out of bed. She caught sight of his striped ass just before it disappeared beneath his shorts. Yanking on his pants, he hopped in place as if the floor was cold.

  “Whasamader?” Beside her, Rick rubbed his face and mumbled. Daylight brightened the edges of his bedroom shades.

  “Sorry. I gotta go.” Malcolm grabbed his watch off the night table then reached for the shirt he’d discarded last evening. Leaning over her, he touched her hair, kissed her, then kissed her again. “I’ve got a racquetball game this morning. I should have canceled it last night. It’s too late to call off now.”

  “Go,” she prompted gently and laid her head back down. “Last night was fun. We should do it again sometime.” It was stupid, considering what they’d done last night, but she felt nervous. Her casual attitude was feigned. Had she ruined a perfectly satisfying D/s relationship by adding sex to the mix? Had she ruined everything by liking Rick more than Malcolm?