Never Have I Ever (13 page)

He didn’t bother to ask her to clarify. Clearly she’d been listening for a while. “You have to,” he said hoarsely.

Her eyes locked on his, she shrugged the robe off her shoulders. The saliva in his mouth dried up. There was so much smooth, creamy flesh, he didn’t know where to start.

Underneath the robe, she was dressed in a tiny red thong and a demi bra, her tight brown nipples offered over the lace cups like desserts. Red garters adorned her thighs, a tiny bejeweled flower on her outer thighs winking at him. The garters held up sheer black stockings. She’d left her feet bare, and the sight of her sexy toes covered in black silk was hotter than if she’d donned a pair of stilettos.

Naughty lingerie wasn’t Ana’s style. She ran toward white cotton and practical designs. So, yeah. He was shocked.

The gurgling noises coming from Eli told Taylor he wasn’t the only one.

“When we had sex in the shed, did you love me any less?”

His response was instantaneous. “Of course not.”

“I know you see these desires as abnormal and hurtful, but they aren’t. There’s nothing we’ll ever do together, whether it’s in a bed or a car or a shed, that can ever be anything but loving if we both want it. And I want it. I want to try everything your mind can come up with, and I want the freedom to come up with stuff that’ll make you clutch your pearls.” She walked closer, so all he could smell was the scent of vanilla. Stroking a hand over his cheek, she smiled. “There is a middle ground.”

“And if I lose myself again?”

“I trust you not to. And you should trust me to keep you right here. And if you think I’m not strong enough to do that…” She gulped so loud he could hear it. “Let Eli stay. He’s strong enough to subdue you if need be, right?”

The silence in the room was charged with tension. Taylor was barely aware of it though, since his slip of a wife had given him a big old honking revelation.

Delusion was a wonderful thing, until reality came up and slapped you in the face. The cottage hadn’t unearthed something that he’d buried deep. Hell, he’d done a piss-poor job of eradicating it thus far, if it had just taken a weekend and an outdoor frolic to make him revert to his old ways.

It was the sight of the hope in his wife’s eyes that undid him. Hell, if she believed in him that strongly—even after learning that he was half-freak—maybe he could too. Up to a certain point. “You’re not worried?”

A smile spread across her face. “Not at all.”

“If you guys want me to leave, speak now or forever hold your peace. Or at least for the next hour or so.” Eli’s voice was hoarse and strained.

Taylor kept his eyes on her. “Ana?”

Her eyelashes fluttered flirtatiously, a mockery of a proper young woman. “I already said he could stay.”

Arousal hit him like a punch to his gut, coiling low in his belly and bringing his cock to hardness. However, he wanted everything clear and spelled out before he so much as kissed his woman. “Do you want him to…touch?”

There was no mistaking the gleam of excitement in his wife’s eyes or the hitch in her breathing. “Yes.”

“How much?”

Her lips curved in an impish grin. “I told you those photos turned me on. Use them as a guide. Feel free to improvise and get more creative, though.”

The photos? Fuck. He’d long forgotten his past sexual partners, and frankly, probably wouldn’t even get hard if Lucy strutted in here and asked to reenact their old ill-advised menage. But substitute Ana in as the meat in their sandwich, and he could drill holes with his cock.

A sense of fatalism settled over him. He’d been wrong. This was it. This was the test, the ultimate test. And he owed it to his marriage to see it through. He curled his hand around her hip, clenching his fingers into the firm flesh of her buttocks left bare by her thong. “You remember your safe word?”

“Mountain.”

“If your mouth is full, hold up two fingers. That’ll be our signal.”

He watched the delightful shift in her expression from confusion to understanding as to what her mouth would be full with. The old Ana would have blushed and stammered something out.

Nope. Not anymore. “What if my mouth is full and my hands are tied?”

Lust made his legs weak at that thought—Ana, bound and sucking one of them off—that he almost couldn’t come up with a solution to that dilemma. With him and Eli together, the scenario was not that far-fetched. “Shake your head. That’s the only time we’ll treat a negative as a real negative. You trust me to stop?” He had to make sure.

“I trust you with my life.”

Before she’d even stopped speaking he crushed his mouth to hers, using his grip on her ass to grind her up against him so she could feel exactly how hard he was. Her tongue tangled with his, bringing him even closer to the brink of madness. He tore his mouth away, spinning around so his dick nestled into the crack of her ass, and rubbed against the thin strip of cotton that separated her cheeks.

Eli was still seated in the plush armchair, his long legs sprawled out. Their eyes met, and a lifetime’s relationship allowed them to communicate with no words necessary.

Protect her.

Done.

He trusted Eli. But he would take his own steps, if and/or when he turned feral, to prevent Ana from seeing it happen.

“Any rules?” Eli asked.

Taylor considered that. After one long look at Eli, Ana’d instinctively assumed a submissive position, head bent down. Did she even realize what she’d done? No, it was her pure natural response.

He stroked her belly, delighting in the quiver of her flesh. “I call the shots.”

He could see Eli’s instinctual dislike of that mandate in the flinching of his body. As easygoing as he pretended to be, Eli was alpha down to his core. Nonetheless, he inclined his head in respect. “Anything else?”

Taylor slid his hands up to cradle Ana’s breasts. He rolled the tight buds of her nipples between his fingers, loving the way the sensitive peaks automatically responded to his touch. “Pull out if you want to come, and her ass is mine.”

That right belonged to him, and his animalistic side disliked anybody else snatching it away from him.

“Fair enough.”

Since he knew she liked it, he grabbed hold of both sides of her bra and yanked, tearing it down the middle. The cups separated to reveal her nice, firm tits. They jiggled only the slightest bit from her increased breathing.

Eli tsked. “That lingerie is expensive, man.”

“He’s destroyed a lot of it this weekend,” Ana said dryly.

“She looks better without it,” Eli rumbled.

“I can’t disagree.” Free from any encumbrances, Taylor covered her breasts with his hands, squeezing just the tiniest bit harder than he usually did.

She didn’t seem to mind, arching into his touch to get more of the sensation. He rewarded her with another squeeze. Ana moaned. “I—I’m feeling underdressed here.”

“But you’re so much prettier than we are. Right, Eli?”

“Absolutely.”

Over her shoulder, Taylor watched her lick her lips and swallow. He knew what she wanted, and he was also aware that she was having trouble asking for it. Bombshell Ana didn’t quite know how to ask them to strip.

Lust fired through him. As worried as he was about going feral, he couldn’t help but be excited about how fun it was going to be to guide her through her first ménage.

Releasing his grip on her, he turned her around. “Undress me.” He exerted a gentle pressure on her shoulders, thrilled when she immediately sank to her knees in front of him. Her fingers got to work on his jeans, popping open the zipper. She slipped her hands inside his boxers and pushed them over his ass so they pooled on the floor. He stepped out of them and kicked them aside.

Before she could move, he had a hard grip on her hair, and he plunged his cock inside her mouth. He made no allowances to her relative newness to deep-throating, thrusting farther when she gagged, until she inhaled through her nose.

He withdrew his cock from her mouth, loving the way her saliva coated so very much of it. If he could, he would spend his days buried balls-deep in that pretty throat. Unable to resist, he trapped her hair in his grip and brought her back to him. “Again,” he said roughly, and shoved his cock back into her mouth.

The sound of a drawer opening tore him away from the sight of those full ruby-red lips wrapped around his cock, going deeper with every second. Eli had already removed his shirt, though his jeans were still on. He was pulling out what looked like a treasure trove of new sex toys from a cabinet against the wall, setting them on an end table.

Taylor stilled Ana’s bobbing motion. “Why don’t you go on over to Eli and help him out of those jeans.”

She withdrew from his cock, her mouth wet and shiny. Her breath puffed on the head of his erection. She rose gracefully and walked over to kneel in front of Eli, who looked like he couldn’t quite believe his luck. Nose level with his crotch and more-than-obvious erection, she raised her hands to his fly. Eli stroked Ana’s hair while she struggled with both the unfamiliar button fly and the thick cock stretching its limits.

Taylor walked over to the table where Eli had so courteously laid out some very nice props. He picked through them, his blood pounding as he considered how each toy could be utilized. Laying aside the supplies he needed, he turned back to the erotic scene just as Ana removed Eli’s pants.

She sat back on her heels, her hands calmly placed on her thighs. He could tell by the high color in her face and neck though, that she was anything but calm. As he watched, she wet her lips. Eli’s cock wasn’t far from them.

“Do you see how bad Eli wants you?” Taylor asked quietly.

Eli remained silent, but he fisted his cock, stroking it slowly. Seemingly mesmerized by the motion, she swayed a little closer, until her lips were just a hairsbreadth away from his wet tip.

“Answer me, Ana.” His voice cracked like a whiplash, and she jumped, Eli’s cock brushing against her bottom lip. He didn’t miss the way her tongue flicked out to taste her lip exactly where he’d touched her.

“Yes.”

“Yes, what? Repeat it.”

“Yes, I see how bad he wants me.”

“You’re licking your lips. Do you want to suck his cock?”

“Yes.”

Eli automatically stroked Ana’s hair, and she leaned into it. “Good girl, being so honest.” With their shared past, Eli only had to look at the items in Taylor’s hands to know where to take this next. Eli stepped backward and dropped into the armchair, spreading his legs wide. He crooked his finger at Ana. “Come here, little one.”

Instead of standing, she made both of their dicks a little harder by crawling over to Eli, her firm tits swaying with the motion. Holding the base of his erection steady, she licked up the sides, tracing the veins roping his thick length.

“She likes to tease,” Eli said tightly.

“You know how to deal with that.” Taylor walked up behind Ana and dropped to his knees, placing his toys next to him.

She made a motion to turn to look at him, aborted when Eli slid a commanding hand under her hair to cup the nape of her neck. “Come on now, sweetheart. Enough playing.”

Taylor could see the flirtatious glance she shot Eli as she mouthed the head of his dick. Oh, the witch was going to pay.

“Widen your legs,” he said, amused when she complied immediately. No doubt she thought he would be seeing to her pleasure and the clit that was demandingly poking out for his attention.

Not just yet, he wouldn’t.

“I don’t think she’s taking me seriously, Tay.”

“Don’t worry. She knows better than to play around with me.” If she could have, he knew she would have turned around and rolled her eyes at him. Instead, she merely lapped at Eli’s dick.

Taylor picked up the lube and squirted a generous amount on his fingers. When he pressed her cheeks open, her tiny, puckered asshole winked up at him. Relishing the moment, he eased his finger inside. She jerked, but Eli’s hands on her head kept her from moving too much. Nonetheless, Taylor landed a spank on her cheek. “You knew this was part of the deal. No moving. I don’t want to hurt you, got it?”

“Yes.” Her voice was breathy, her tone accepting. She rested her forehead against Eli’s thigh. He moved his finger in and out of her and then added another, squirting some more lube on her, opening her up for what was to come. The tight, muscular ring clenched around his fingers. What would it feel like when he finally sank his cock inside of her? His balls tightened.

When he judged her ready for the next step, he removed his fingers, picked up the plug and coated it with lubrication. “You weren’t very nice, teasing Eli like that. So you’re going to be the one teased now.” He placed the tip of the plug against her rectum and gently slid it in. She gasped. “This is an inflatable plug. It goes in nice and easy.”

“You call this nice and easy?”

Control.
God, it was hard to retain this control when he wanted to turn into a rutting beast.
Wait. Make this so good for her. She deserves it.
“Compared to some of the monsters Eli probably has around this place, yes. Can you guess why it’s going in so easy?”

“It’s not inflated.”

“You’re so smart. Here’s the deal, sweetheart. You have one job—make Eli come.” He squeezed the bulb at the end of the plug and she shuddered, more from the sound, it seemed, than any actual inflation. “I’m going to be back here, and every five lashes, I’m going to squeeze this plug a few times. I’ll stop when you meet your end of the deal. That means how big that plug gets depends entirely on you.”

“Lashes?”

He picked up the crop next to him. The tails were made of velvet with tiny heavy balls at the end, more designed to tantalize than hurt. Had they been doing this longer, he might have used the heavier duty whip…but that could come later.

Oh please God, let that come later.
For the first time he considered the thought that they could continue these games, take them even further. Exhilaration filled him, and he brought the crop down on Ana’s upturned ass. She whimpered, and he thrilled at the sound. “One,” he counted softly.

“You aren’t really serious…”