Midnight Playground (14 page)
This pleasure she knew all too well. He took great satisfaction in preparing her for this every night. His finger worked past the tight ring of muscle, and Eve gave in to her need. Two fingers in her cunt, one in her ass, and one very hot tongue sucking on her clit were more than she could bear.
“Now, dammit.”
Sound exploded in Eve’s head. Screams from her own mouth as the intense buildup crested under Murphy’s command. Chase lapped furiously at her release, gorging on her flesh while Murphy eased his fingers from her body.
Slowly, they brought her back down until her cries melted into whimpers and she collapsed on the bed.
“Goddamn our woman is wet.” She could all but see the grin on Chase’s smug face.
“Then I’d say she’s ready.” Murphy picked her up and cuddled her to his chest. He sealed his lips over hers, and she reveled in his familiar, comforting taste. Trepidation of what they were about to do wouldn’t hold her back from the need swirling in the room. She wasn’t the only one who needed it. They all did.
Murphy brushed a thumb across her nipple, sending a shock of hot desire coursing through her.
Chase lay on the bed and motioned to her with his hands. “Come here, baby.”
She practically jumped out of Murphy’s arms to obey. She wasn’t even sure when Chase had removed his clothes, but there he was, all hard muscles and warm skin. He pulled her on top of him, and she rubbed her nose into his chest. He smelled good too. Different from Murphy but definitely a second delicious musk she wanted rubbed all over her.
The rigid length of his cock prodded her belly, reminding her what he desired. However, maneuvering with her hands bound was not easy. “A little help here,” she pleaded.
“I don’t want to wear a condom, Eve, ever again. I need to feel every sacred inch of you.”
“Isn’t it already a little late to worry about that now? Besides, I already told you I was on the pill. We’re safe.”
“And I’m clean,” Chase whispered.
“Definitely me too.” She wiggled her body against him. “I’d like you bare, Sir. Please.”
Chase groaned, and Murphy must have taken that as his cue. He wrapped his hands around her waist and lifted her so Chase could place his cockhead at her entrance. Murphy lowered her one inch at a time, teasing her mercilessly.
She whimpered as the rigid flesh split her open and her muscles stretched to give him room. Eve bit her bottom lip and wriggled her hips, anything to create the friction she desired.
When Chase had fully impaled her and her butt nestled atop his thighs, Murphy released her waist and moved to her front for her bound hands. He lifted them and stretched her forward until the rope reached the hook welded to the bed frame.
With her bindings holding her stretched taut, she discovered that the position left her breasts dangling in Chase’s face. A fact he acknowledged immediately by grasping a nipple between his teeth and biting down. A wicked burst of pain blended with the pleasure of her clit rubbing against his shaft.
Sweat broke out across her back, and Eve ground her teeth to keep things at bay. Already a new ball of fury began to build in her womb, leaving her no choice but to fight against it.
Before she could process the sensations Chase created, Murphy was behind her, prodding her backside with the head of his cock. He didn’t warn her or give her time to consider what was about to happen. He pressed inside in one dark, merciless slide, opening her wide for his full length.
Fuck
. She’d never been so full and stretched in her life. An intense myriad of sensations overwhelmed her. Her whimpers went unheeded, and every attempt to move was stopped by the grip both Chase and Murphy had on her.
A slight twinge of fear stole over her but was quickly forgotten the minute they began to move. One in, the other out, over and over again. The rhythm they worked her with played out like a beautiful instrument strung for her pleasure alone.
The heat from the friction they created threatened to burn her alive. Never before had she dreamed sex could be this delicious—this hedonistic.
“Jesus, Eve. So tight,” Murphy exclaimed.
“Not to mention I can feel the head of your dick rubbing over me every time you move in her.”
The muscles strained in Chase’s neck. Evidence of how hard he worked to maintain control. “Come whenever you want, sweetheart, ‘cause I doubt either one of us is going to last.”
That one little word was all it took. Chase said come and Eve did. Bright lights flashed in her mind. A shining star exploding before her, rocking her world. Chase bit a nipple when she screamed, ensuring her flight didn’t land. With both men riding her hard, she couldn’t move. Bound and filled, she had no choice but to feel the ecstasy and enjoy the bliss.
On a fast thrust that touched every single nerve ending he could find, Murphy exclaimed, “You’re mine.”
“Mine too.” Chase repeated the sentiment on a powerful push of his own.
The final missing piece of Eve locked into place. If someone had told her she’d fall in love with two dominating men who would show her that she was meant for submission, she’d have laughed in their face. Yet, here she was, completely and hopelessly in love. She stared into Chase’s eyes, knowing he saw to her deepest, darkest soul, and climaxed again. This one solely for them in an ultimate display of surrender.
Her muscles clasped her masters and dragged them along for the ride. They gasped, groaned, and swore at her for stealing their control. They’d make her pay for that later, but for the moment all she felt was peace. The sweet calm after a long and rocky storm. The one thing she’d craved most and been unable to attain on her own. The path to which had been hidden in her desperate denial of submission.
She was finally home.
As the intensity of their lovemaking faded, she uttered the three final words: “I love you.”
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Eliza Gayle
From the moment Eliza read her first erotic romance novel several years ago, she knew she had found her niche and realized that her dream was passing her by. So after years of thinking about it she finally grabbed her laptop and wrote. These days she likes her stories hot and spicy whether they be contemporary, fantasy or paranormal and will write in whatever genre her imagination has conjured that day.
Eliza lives in beautiful North Carolina and spends her days dividing her time between writing erotic romance, her full- time job as a marketing manager and raising her two daughters.