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Authors: Lacey Thorn

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“No.” She shook her head in denial. “I need you to fuck me. Oh, God, don’t tease me like this.”

He chuckled against her cheek. “You drive a man to forget his best laid plans.”

“Unless his plans are to make me come in the next few minutes, I don’t care,” she declared a little sulkily, making him chuckle again.

“I’m going to make you come,” he assured her.

“Asher,” she started, only to feel the press of his fingers against her lips.

“You know what else I’d like to do?” Her core melted at the thought of more of this.

“What?” she whispered against his touch.

“A ball gag.” His eyes gleamed wickedly as he smiled down at her. “Or a cock gag,” he whispered. “Have you ever been gagged, Deja?”

She shook her head.

“A cock gag will hold those little cries back, while giving you something to suck and bite on, just enough to fill your mouth without choking you on it.”

She moaned and licked his fingers.

“You’d like that, wouldn’t you?”

“Unless I can get Beck or Spencer to offer theirs up instead,” she murmured. She swore her reply only pushed the lust climbing between them higher.

He moved off of her. “Roll to your stomach, Deja. I want to see that pretty ass like Beck did.”

She rolled and came up on her hands and knees beside him on the bed. “Going to fuck me like this?” She taunted him.

He just grinned at her as he moved into place behind her. His hands gripped her ass and spread her cheeks wide. Did he plan to take her there? Not that she minded, but she hadn’t seen any lube. She felt him shift behind her then the sharp nip of his teeth on the bottom globe of her right cheek.

“Asher!” she cried out his name.

He nipped the top of her left side then ran his tongue over her. Hot, sucking kisses followed as he moved his mouth over the cheeks.

“Asher, please,” she panted.

One hand slid between her thighs, and she almost came instantly when his fingers slapped over her clit.

She dropped her head to smother her scream in his pillow as he did it again. He bit her ass and slapped her clit a third time, and she did come. She swore the world around her exploded as she imploded on a vortex of pleasure that had a kaleidoscope of colors bursting behind her eyelids as she flew.

His cock slid into her pussy again, each stroke forcing her higher and higher as pleasure became so intense it verged on pain. One hand held her waist while the other stayed at her clit, rubbing and pinching, keeping her in the throes until he joined her.

She felt the heated blasts of his semen spilling inside her as he collapsed against her back taking them both to the mattress.

“I thought you were going to fuck my boobs?” she asked long minutes later when she could function again.

He sighed against her shoulder, before patting her ass and rolling over beside her. “Next time,” he promised, as he stretched up and released first one hand then the other from the cuffs. He brought her wrists to his lips and kissed them before smiling at her. “Thank you,” he whispered, pressing his lips softly against hers.

“For what?”

“Trusting me.”

“I think that goes both ways, Asher.”

“I wasn’t the one cuffed to the bed.”

“This time.”

He swallowed, his gaze flicking between her and the cuffs before slowly nodding at her. “This time.”

She grinned at him, making him chuckle at her excitement. “Next time,” she said.

“Maybe,” he agreed, but she didn’t think he’d put up too much of a fight if it was what she really wanted.

She wasn’t sure if she did or not. But she liked the sound of it being a possibility.
Next time
. She was really hoping he’d introduce the nipple clamps and cock gag next time. Damn, the things they’d introduced her to.

She leaned over to ask him another question about the clamps and found him already sound asleep. She eased once more from a bed still warm from lovemaking and headed to the restroom. After cleaning herself up, she wet a fresh cloth and took it to clean Asher up before tugging the covers up and over him. She stood in the doorframe, watching him for a moment before turning and heading across the loft toward the one remaining lover she’d yet to have a second time.

Spencer.

 

Chapter Eight

 

 

 

She moved across the living room to stand in front of the windows. It was almost five in the morning now, and the sun was just starting to rise. She could just see the promise of it ready to touch the day and bring it alive with light and life. She’d grabbed the towel from the floor and wrapped it around herself again as she left Asher sleeping.

“You okay?”

Deja turned her head and soaked in the sight of Spencer, sleep-mussed and wearing only a loose pair of grey drawstring sweat pants.

She smiled. “I’m good. I was just coming back to join you in bed when I was waylaid by the start of sunrise. I can’t remember ever being up and watching the sunrise in the morning. It’s beautiful.”

“Yes, it is,” he agreed, but his eyes were on her and not the view out the window.

“Come back to bed with me?” he asked and held his hand out to her.

She took his hand and followed him back behind the screens to the big bed, where her night had essentially begun. He pulled the covers back when they reached the bed and kept his eyes glued to her as she released the towel and slipped naked between his sheets. He pushed his sweats down, and his cock bobbed out toward her, thick with awakened lust.

She leaned up and reached for him.

“We don’t have to do anything,” he whispered through his teeth as she touched him. “I know you’ve been with Beck and Asher. I don’t want to make you sore.”

She smiled at him. He obviously wanted her, was hard for her. Yet, still he offered her what? Just to hold her while she slept in his bed? He showed her so much by those simple words. He was a considerate lover, putting her needs before his. That told her a lot.

“Let me taste you?” she asked as she looked up at him. “Let me feel you on my tongue.”

He groaned as he stepped to the edge of the mattress. She sat up on the side of the bed and leaned in to lick over him from crown to base, giving his balls a rub as well. God, he tasted good, all musk and man. She licked over the head again and sucked it in her mouth, reveling in the sound of his moans above her.

His fingers wrapped loosely in her hair, relaxed and resting in her strands. She could feel his gaze on her, watching everything she did with his cock, and she felt drawn to look back at him as she sucked him even deeper. There was power in that shared look, while she took the most masculine part of him inside her mouth, bathed it with her tongue. She didn’t tease him, just began a slow steady rhythm meant to excite him, meant to drive him wild.

“Deja.” Her name was a groan of pleasure leaving his lips. “God, you make me want things.” He repeated the words he'd mentioned the night before in the kitchen.

She grinned wickedly up at him and did a trick with her tongue that had him thrusting forward into her mouth seeking more.

“Fuck! You’re killing me with pleasure,” he moaned. “God, I want you, want to make love to you. Do you think you could handle it, Deja? I’ll be slow and easy. I promise.”

She nodded, letting him slip his cock from her mouth, and lay back on the mattress. Spencer moved to grab a condom from the roll still on the bedside table.

“Don’t,” she told him.

He turned to look at her with a confused expression. “I need to protect us, Deja.”

“I mean, you don’t have to if you don’t want to,” she replied. “Beck and Asher didn’t use one the last time.”

He lifted his brow as he looked at her. “I’m guessing you guys discussed pregnancy and disease?”

She laughed. “I just had your cock almost in my throat, Spencer. I’ve swallowed Beck’s cum. And Asher’s been in my mouth as well. Beck feasted on me, more than once. I’m on shots. I can’t get pregnant right now; though, I guess nothing is one hundred percent guaranteed.”

He licked his lips, and she could see how much the thought of taking her with no barrier excited him.

“I want to feel you, Spencer, like I did Asher and Beck.”

With a groan, he dropped the packet and grabbed the bottle of lubricating gel instead. Squirting a bit on his hand, he rubbed it over his cock and moved to join her on the bed.

“The gel will help, so I don’t hurt you,” he said. “In case, you’re already a little sore.”

“I’m fine, Spencer,” she promised him, reaching up to him. “Kiss me,” she pleaded. “I really want your kiss.”

He lowered over her, catching his body on his palms, as if he were doing a push-up. Their lips met, rubbed, and finally settled against each other. She felt the brush of his cock along her pussy lips and groaned. He took advantage and slipped his tongue inside to play with hers, as he tilted his body, so his weight rested on one hand, and he could use his other to reach down and press his cock against her opening.

Slow and easy he slid inside and filled her. His hand came back up to help brace his weight, and she reached up to cup his face, while they continued to share soft kisses. This was making love. There was passion and desire, but it was tempered by compassion and so much more. And she admitted to herself that anything was possible when it came to matters of the heart. You could fall in love quickly or at a slow and steady tumble.

Spencer’s lips trailed over to her cheek, and he softly kissed her there. Then he moved his head to her shoulder, while he stroked softly in and out of her pussy.

She’d been a bit jaded by the men in her past, thinking something was wrong with her. She’d worried she gave in too easily, gave too much of herself when it came to men. She fretted she’d always be cursed to pick men who didn’t appreciate her as she did them. Men who would always want her to put them first, but refused to do the same with her. She was starting to see it wasn’t her. It had been them. They had been bad choices.

Beck, Asher, and Spencer were curing her of self-doubt and worry when it came to men and sex. They were showing her what it could be, which was so different from what it had been. It might be rushing things, she was probably stepping in too quickly with no safety net, but she didn’t care.

“Oh, God, Deja,” Spencer groaned. “I want to move faster.”

“Yes,” she agreed, lifting her knees to clasp his hips and rising into his thrusts. She dipped one hand down between them and brushed over her clit. The sensation had her jerking against him. She was overly sensitive from all the sex and orgasms in such a short period of time. She would pay for it tomorrow. She’d need a break before she could take them all again. Her body just wasn’t used to it; though, she was so hoping they wanted her to become accustomed to it.

He increased the power and speed of his thrusts, and she moaned as her pussy rippled and clenched around him, as she melted into a soft orgasm. It didn’t steal her breath, but it was no less powerful than the ones that had. She watched Spencer’s face as he joined her and felt so much more connected seeing his expression as she felt him spill inside her. His pleasure became hers and had her pussy vibrating with another small orgasm.

He dropped his head to hers, and she felt the heat of his breath tickling against her ear.

“You make me want things, Deja.” The words whispered over her again.

“You make me want things too, Spencer. You make me believe things.”

He turned his head and met her eyes with his. “Sleep and then we’ll talk.” He brushed his finger under her eye. “Have you gotten any sleep tonight?”

“Do I look that bad?” she asked with a laugh.

“You’re beautiful,” he assured her. “You just look exhausted.”

“Having sex with three men, twice, can do that to a woman,” she offered.

He smiled softly down at her before moving off the bed. He held his hand out to her. “Why don’t you go clean up first and then we’ll sleep.”

She kissed him softly before following his advice. Then they were both back in bed shortly with her cuddled against his chest, his arm wrapped around her shoulders to hold her close. She was still thinking of how good it felt, how right, when she drifted off to sleep.

* * * *

It was the aroma of bacon that woke her up, mixed with the scent of coffee. She let her eyes blink slowly open, and her heart caught at the sight that greeted her. Beck held a tray filled with more than just the tempting bacon. Spencer held coffee, and Asher held a single long stemmed red rose. Could a woman wake up to anything better than this?

“Morning.” Spencer’s voice was a little husky as he moved toward her.

She sat up in the bed, forgetting for a second she was naked and not catching the sheet as it fell to her lap. Three sets of masculine eyes dropped to her breasts, and she could feel her nipples tightening and tingling.

“If you want to eat, you might want to pull that sheet back up,” Beck advised. “Otherwise, I think you’ll become the meal instead.”

She laughed as she reached for the covering and pulled it up, sitting back and tucking it under her arms.

Asher sighed as he moved to her. He handed her the rose before lifting his t-shirt over his head and handing it to her. “Put this on,” he offered. “It’s black. That white sheet isn’t doing much to hide those sweet nipples.”

She took his shirt, but used it to pull him to her before he let go. She let her lips touch his softly. “Good morning, Asher,” she murmured. “Thanks for the rose and the shirt.”

She let him go and pulled his shirt over her head, putting her arms in and tugging it down around her. If she stood, it would cover her to mid-thigh. It was still warm from his body heat and held the smell of whatever soap he’d used in the shower this morning, as well as the scent of his skin. She loved it.

Asher grinned before leaning in and kissing her again. She kept her mouth shut, a little self-conscious she might have morning breath. She saw Spencer and the welcome cup of coffee and placed the rose on her lap.

Spencer handed her the cup of coffee, and she inhaled the fragrance before lifting it to her lips and taking a careful sip. It was heaven.

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