Mastered By The Mavericks (27 page)

Before he slammed the shutters back down, as vehemently as possible. “Get on with
it.” More words torn from the depths of his throat, this time skipping any pleasantry.
Rebel went for impulse too, spreading a cocky grin, hoping the fucker held until he
could extract the boot he’d lodged up his own ass.

Fine. You strained the boundaries and got bounced. Those
were
the odds, asshole. You knew that going in. Why the fuck did you expect anything different?
Time to stow it, soldier—and give your cock to someone who’s going to appreciate it.

His smile kicked a little higher. He regarded Rhett for a long, heated moment. Finally
started working a hand over his dick, pausing every few minutes to squeeze over the
crown. “Get to it?” He clutched in, pinching pre-come into the condom, letting the
man see every inch of arousal across his face. “With. Extreme. Pleasure.”

You want to admire from afar, Mr. Lange? Then admire this.

He shoved his thighs apart to widen her some more, while nudging his throbbing crown
against her pouting slit. He knew damn well what this was going to look like from
Rhett’s point of view. Knew that the bastard would see his cock stretching her entrance,
his balls pounding the pink toy in her ass. He hoped to God that every second was
a torture for the man, too.

“You ready,
minette
?”

Brynna shivered. “Yes. God, yes!”

“Then hold on tight. This is going to be a rough ride.”

She lifted her legs a little higher, securing them around his waist. “Promise?”

The laugh she induced was the perfect warmth to reconnect him with his lust. He was
already hard as a piston thinking about this command performance for Rhett, but her
passion was the right jab of lightning in this amazing erotic storm. “I promise.”
He snarled it into her ear, inducing her legs tighter, her hips higher. “Fuck,” he
rasped. “
Oui. Oh, oui, ma cher. Tu miaou est vraiment étroi
.”

She sighed. “If you just told me I taste like chicken, forget about the translation.”

He chuckled. Teased his tongue along her neck, his dick deeper into her passage. “It
means you have a magnificent cunt.”

She arched her torso up. “It’s yours to fill. To fuck. Please!”

“Keep up with
that
poetic license, and I can’t guarantee I’ll try to be Mr. Gentle Minstrel about this.”

“Minstrels are boring.” She dug her heels into his spine, running them up and down
the vertebrae, causing her pussy lips to give his stalk the hottest massage he’d ever
experienced. “I prefer pirates.”

“Well…aye.” He reveled in the spellbinding copper candle glow of her irises. “And
what a fine, sexy little galley wench ye are for it, too.”

A giggle tumbled from her. She cut into it with a high gasp as he pushed his luck
again—ramming all the way inside her with one decisive lunge.

“Holy…
crap
!”

Sometimes, pounding at the boundaries worked. In all the best, breath-robbing ways.

His invasion jacked her head back more. Pumped her carotid against the taut column
of her neck. Rushed new blood into the hard berries that tipped her breasts, straining
higher and higher toward him.

“Crap,” she repeated. “Ohhhh, it—”

“Hurts?” Rebel supplied.

Her forehead creased. “Yeah.”

He suckled the edge of her jaw. Ground his cock in deeper. “You were the one who wanted
to be filled,
cher
.”

“Shut. Up.”

He felt Rhett before he saw him, moving back in like a sensual wraith. But he halted
at the edge of their peripherals, silently hovering, steadily breathing, dancing on
the edge of completely creepy with his behavior—if it wasn’t for the raw sexual force
he zapped into every molecule of the air. The effect was so potent, it was like a
fourth person in the room. Rebel sure as hell wasn’t one to turn down a good orgy.

And hell…was this
good
.

“You’ll take him, Brynna.” Oh yeah…
so damn good
. No, better than that. Rhett was someone more than their voyeur, more than their
lover, more than their Dom. He was a spirit, infusing them with more of his unique
sexual power. “You’ll take him,” he dictated once more. “
All
of him. And you’ll take the plug, as well. You’ll keep being filled and fucked and
used, until we say you’re finished—just because it pleases us.”

Rebel bent in, smashing her lips in open sexual need. “You bet your sweet, sore ass
it does.”

She moaned, seemingly in protest, but didn’t fool either of them. Her vagina and ass
responded to their filthy praise like vises, heatedly milking everything stuffed into
them.
Everything.
Rebel grunted hard, clenching his thighs and ass, ordering his cock to keep the climax
bottled, at least for a few more minutes.

Not…yet…

His shaft thrummed with pressure. His balls bobbed heavily, pounding with fresh heat
every time they slid against the stem of the plug, reminding him of how deep he filled
her with every hard stroke. More than anything, he craved to let it all go and pump
everything into her, but he needed every incredible memory he could soak out of this
moment. She looked too amazing beneath him, arms spread, hair fanned, cheeks flushed,
lips swollen…a pinup girl only better. A fuckable fantasy come true.

“So perfect. Yeah, so pleasing.” While the words were tender and praising, Rhett shifted
away, to the edge of the futon once more. Rebel couldn’t help a dark scowl.
Wrong direction, damn it
.

The payoff was worth it. Finally—thank
fuck
—the man rasped the air by dropping his pants.

Rebel jerked his head around. No way was he keeping his eyes to himself now.

Brynna clearly concurred. She, too, looked over with an eager whimper. The sound intensified
as she roamed her stare over Rhett’s hulking nudity.
Hell, yes
. She was a lioness in heat, unfurling the sound like a ravenous growl until letting
it erupted into a throaty snarl—

Just as Rhett took his erection in hand.

“Yesssss,” she whispered.

“God
damn
,” Rhett gritted.

“Holy fuck,” Rebel uttered.

Rhett stroked himself from balls to crown. Then again…and again. Rebel joined Brynn
in being hypnotized by the sight, honing on the stunning contrast of those broad,
powerful fingers against the rigid purple flesh. He couldn’t help smiling when realizing
Rhett timed his rhythm to every thrust
he
gave Brynn.

Damn.
Damn.
This really
was
happening. All of it. Both of them. Brynn, with that stare and those tits and her
tight paradise of a pussy. Rhett, with
his
stare and those abs and that broad, magnificent cock. But beyond that, the wonderment
across both their faces, too—knowing they’d been hit by the same jolt of amazement
and surge of arousal.

He was going to remember this fuck for a very long time.

“It feels so good.” Brynn’s murmur, hoarse with awe, betrayed how much she agreed
with that. “Here, with both of you…yeah, so damn good. I really want to please you
both. I—I really…need to.”

She winced while faltering over the last of it. Her confusion was adorable—and understandable.
Rebel leaned over, pressing a palm to her cheek, compelled to reassure her. She’d
carved a special little place inside him before today. It wasn’t so little anymore.
And a hell of a lot more special.

“
Ma petite chatte
.” The entendre was a grate, vibrating the air between their mouths. “How you amaze
me. How you please
both
of us…” He slid his thumb over, pushing in to make her jaw open for him. “So much.”

Her high sigh pulled him down, sealing their mouths once more. God,
yes
…she was so soft, so giving, full of such passionate surrender. He had to have even
more, and he took it: conquered her tongue with long rolls, passionate sucks, and
hard stabs, drinking in her desire as his own raced through his blood, thundered up
his cock.

Deeper.

Hotter.

Faster.

More. He needed even more.

Especially as he felt Rhett’s need for the same. Heard it, in the man’s rougher masturbation.
Inhaled it, as his friend’s wild musk blended with the nectar of Brynn’s sex.

The cloud of his lust thickened. In less than a minute, it damn near choked him and
sure as hell possessed him. Still, he needed more. He twisted his hips harder, gaining
deeper impact on the velvety depths of her body. Brynn flung back screams of ecstasy,
trying to intersperse with words but babbling half-syllables, instead. Her head flailed
against the cushion, turning her hair into gorgeous tangles. Her breasts quivered
for him, their tips erect and flawless. Her arms began to shake. Inch by inch, her
grip slipped on the cushion.
Fuck, yeah
. He was screwing the strength right out of her—and in its place, filling her with
the pliant, passive joy of letting her Dom take complete control.

Rebel’s gratitude was boundless. He kissed it into her mouth. Fucked it into her cunt.
And locked it over her limbs.
One, two
. It was so easy—and so damn perfect—to reach and pin her wrists beneath his hands.
She agreed and let him know so, releasing a long moan against his lips.

“That’s it,” he growled, his mind surrender to blinding heat of its own. “Let it all
go,
cher.
Let me do the driving now. You’re such a good little girl. So fucking perfect. Let
it all go.”

Her sigh fanned his mouth, remnants of toothpaste mingling with the hot salt of her
desire. “Yes, Sir.”

He rewarded her with a smile, just before biting her jawline. When he got to the sensitive
skin beneath her ear, he sank his teeth in harder. “This is exactly what he wants,
Brynna. To see my cock driving into you, pushing at all your walls. Listen to him,
jerking himself off. He’s watching everything I do to you, and getting harder from
it. Can you hear him rubbing his cock? Can you feel the pleasure your exquisite body
is giving both of us?”

“Oh, God.” It was a sparse choke, strangled by the force of her lust. Rebel wasn’t
surprised. Her walls squeezed around him, agonized in the wait for their final release.
“Oh, damn,” she rasped. “Yes.
Yes
, I can hear him.”

“Me, too. It turns me way the hell on,
bébé
.” He secured their gazes. Her classic features were sheened in sweat and alive with
passion. If this was even half of how gorgeous Helen of Troy was, no wonder men sacrificed
armies for her. “It’s going to make him even happier to see you milk my cock with
your orgasm.”

“Yes.” She gasped. “Oh, yes please!”

Rebel yanked her arms forward, securing them to the mattress at her sides so he could
rear up, allowing her to watch his dick each time he slid it into her pussy. It wasn’t
the only benefit of the new position. Amazing, what shifting a little weight could
do to the penetration of an anal plug. Her head jolted up. Her mouth popped open all
the way. Her pussy visibly shuddered.

“Fuck. Me. Ohhhhh!”

Rebel chuckled lowly. “It’s good,
oui
?”

Her face crunched as she tried to laugh past a wince. “Full,” she finally stammered.
“So full…so tight…”

“And so good,” he crooned. “
Vous êtes si belle, ma
minette
. Being fucked like this…all your holes filled…”

“Not all of them.”

The interjection overjoyed as much as shocked—though he opted for focusing on the
former for now. He watched, savoring the view of sinew and strength, as Rhett climbed
back onto the bed and leaned close to Brynn’s head. One of the man’s huge hands glided
over her face then back into her hair. She mewled as Rhett pulled on the strands,
the sound intensifying as he coiled them tighter. Rebel wove a gritted moan into the
mix. Every time Rhett torqued on her hair, her sex clutched harder at his cock. Sensing
Rhett’s next move, he shifted his hands inward, bracing her hip with one and thumbing
her clit with the other.

The moment he made contact, her mouth dropped open again. She began a gasp—but never
finished.

Her breath was cut short by the invasion of Rhett’s cock.

Rebel grunted hard.

Brynna groaned deep.

Rhett rumbled in satisfaction. “
Now
her holes are filled.”

Rebel’s ass clenched. He closed his eyes for a moment, hoping the blackness behind
his lids would lend a moment of control for his cock, but it was no use. The scene
of erotic perfection called him back, consumed his vision. The pink plug still stuffed
in Brynna’s ass. His iron-hard shaft, parting her swollen pussy. And now Rhett’s sex
too, using her mouth for its carnal fulfillment.

He wasn’t going to last long. Brynn sobbed deep in her throat, betraying the precarious
hold on her sanity. If that wasn’t confirmation enough, her walls tremored violently
around every inch of his throbbing length.

“She’s close.” He tossed a glance to Rhett. Just a glance, lest he lose his shit there
and then. The man had never looked so fucking hot. One knee was slotted to the curve
of Brynn’s shoulder, the other was hitched over the back of the futon. The tree trunk
he called a cock hung nearly straight down into Brynn’s mouth, stabbing her lips with
an unrelenting pace. “And damn it, so am I.”

Rhett looked up, too.

Rebel groaned. So much for fleeting glances now. Even if he’d wanted to look away
he couldn’t have—as Rhett ripped his hand free from Brynn’s hair and drove it into
his, instead.

His scalp ignited with fire. His balls flamed like rocket boosters. Imagine that;
they felt damn similar to the flames in the depths of Rhett’s eyes.

“Do it.” Rhett’s command was as merciless as his grip, setting a pounding pace for
Reb’s body. “Do. It.”

The fires engulfed him more.

Rebel didn’t blink.

Lust crashed through his blood.

Rebel didn’t falter.

The come surged up his cock.