No Returns (The Blankenships Book 6) (7 page)

She glanced at Alex before Leo stepped towards her lover. “You know what this is?”

Alex nodded, a little too fast. She wasn’t sure if he was eager or concerned.

“Do you want this?”

“Fuck, yes,” he said.

She nodded to Leo. “Should I use my mouth or my hands to get this in place?” He asked her.

Alex’s breathing sped up just a little more.

“Your mouth, I think.”

“Zoey,” Alex said, his tone just a little desperate. “Zoey, I don’t know if I can— hold it together if he—”

“You need to,” she said, quietly, “Or I won’t let you watch. I will make you stand in the corner and face the wall and listen, but you won’t be able to watch.”

Alex’s hips thrust at the air for a moment, his eyes half lidded, his cock gleaming with fluid at the tip. He made a pretty picture, she thought, and she wondered about tying him up, throwing the rope over one of those hooks in the ceiling, and making him beg her to go down on him. Yes, that might be delightful.

She laughed to herself and wished she’d discovered five years ago how very much fun this was.

Leo, still fully dressed, knelt before Alex. “Wait,” Zoey said. Leo glanced at her; Alex’s eyes were fixed on something far away, his chest heaving with each breath. “Take your shirt off. I want to see the muscles of your back.”

Leo grinned broadly, and yanked the shirt free. She heard buttons pop and clatter onto the floor, and he pulled the cloth off his body and tossed it into a corner. She watched as he put the silicone ring into his mouth, then bent over Alex’s eager cock.

The stream of curses started as soon as Leo’s mouth closed over Alex. As his head started to move, pushing the cock ring further down, Alex made a guttural sound, and his hands came out from behind his back.

“Don’t touch him,” Zoey snapped, and Alex’s hands, barely an inch away from Leo’s head, froze. She could see the muscles in his arms tremble as he forced them away from what he wanted. She could see it in his eyes; he wanted to grab Leo’s head and fuck the man’s mouth until he spurted down his throat. “Not yet,” she said. “You’re not ready yet. You don’t want it enough yet.”

“I hate this,” Alex said, his eyes furious and angry. Leo’s steady motion hadn’t slowed; he had to have Alex’s cock halfway down his throat by now. “I hate you. I hate you for doing this to me. I—fuck hell fuck balls Jesus Jesus
Christ
—hate you—”

“That’s okay,” Zoey said. “It’s okay for you to hate me. Because I know that if you wanted me to call this off, you’d say something very different. Right?”

He nodded, slowly, as Leo seemed to hit some epic spot on his body. Zoey saw everything tense, saw Alex pant, his eyes wide open, frantically fighting for control, and then watched as Leo sat back, utterly satisfied. The thick, neon pink band of silicone was tight around Alex’s hard cock, and it was swollen and ridged. Alex’s fingers dug at the wall as if he could leave claw marks.

Leo turned back to her, his own eyes dark with hungry lust. “And now?” He had dark hair over his pecs and his shoulders, and God he was delicious, as different from Alex as it seemed possible to be, and she could imagine them both around her taking her between them, but not today. Not this time.

“Now,” Zoey said, shimmying out of her panties and stepping back, then hiking her ass up into a cold metal apparatus with a cushioned seat. “You are going to tie me down and fuck me until I scream.”

Leo made a sound that sounded more like a snarl than anything else, and she felt a fresh wave of heat warming her pussy. The height of the chair-thing would let her look in his eyes as he fucked her—otherwise, their height difference would be aggravating. Somehow, it would be different taking him to bed. She didn’t want that. The bed belonged to her and Alex.

There were soft leather straps to hold back her thighs, spreading her wide, and she felt the warm juices of her begin to seep down the crack of her ass. Her arms were bound over her head by similar leather bands. Leo rolled a condom down his length, but instead of pressing towards her with the thickness of him, he dropped to his knees before her as he had Alex.

His mouth on her cunt tore a scream from her throat before he even really got going. She didn’t know what it was. The roughness of his beard on her inner thighs, the intensity of the angle and the way she could watch his eyes, or the fact that the first orgasm had felt far too thin and stretched out to be considered satisfactory. It was too much sensation, too much heat, just like it always was, and she was going to fly away shaking, and end up in that place made of frustration and irritation—

Only this time, this time she knew what she needed. “Alex,” she gasped, her voice almost whiny. He was there in a moment, at her head.

“Tell me what you want,” he said.

“Ground me,” she said. It was the only thing she could think.

His tongue filled her mouth, his lips crashing against hers, and Leo’s hands slid up, fingers sliding into her slick cunt, one pressing farther back into the tight muscle of her ass until she could relax, and let him in. The waves began to come, then, and she screamed into Alex’s mouth as she came and came, soaring higher and higher, the wave never cresting, and he swallowed every sound she made, devouring them. His hands were on her breasts, cupping them firmly, and teasing at them with his fingers.

Leo stood before the aftershocks had even finished and entered her with one smooth motion. He was long, longer than was comfortable, and she found herself grateful for the angle, which gave her a little room to shift her hips and keep him from knocking too deep inside of her. His hand tangled in her hair, directing the kiss with Alex as he fucked her, and then he loosened just one of her arms, letting her drop her hand down to where Alex yearned, hard and aching. She stroked him, not enough to get him off, but enough to make him whimper and cry into her mouth, nibbling at her lips to keep himself from begging for more.

Leo came with a series of smooth, ugly grunts, slapping at the flesh of her tits in a way that made her burn up all over again.

“Your turn,” Zoey said, reaching to loosen the bonds that held her. She was still wearing the damn red bra; she chuckled as she unfastened the hooks and dropped it in the pile of Alex’s clothes. Alex reached for her, and she slapped his hands away, struck by a sudden inspiration. There was something she desperately wanted to see. “Leo’s still dirty,” she said, gesturing at the other man’s cock as Leo rolled the condom down, raising an eyebrow. “Clean him up. If you do a very, very good job, then you can have me.”

Alex’s eyelids fluttered again. “You are my very favorite mistress,” he whispered, and then turned to his friend, lowering himself to his knees. She leaned back against the cool wood of the bureau as Alex leaned forward. Leo’s cock had softened, and fluid was smeared along his length. Alex took Leo’s root in his hand and went to work with an enthusiasm that was far more than what Zoey had entertained in her wildest fantasies. Outside of occasionally watching porn with partners, she’d never heard someone else give a blowjob without being involved. There was an intensity to watching that made her shiver, tremble, and made her fingers want to slip between the lips of her pussy again.

It wasn’t just the liquid sounds of Alex’s mouth moving over the rapidly hardening shaft of Leo’s cock. It wasn’t just the soft sounds of urgent need that slipped from Alex’s mouth or the way his hips moved against the air, still so needy, still so desperate.

Leo’s eyes were half closed again, his teeth biting at his lower lip as Alex worked him over, and she knew then what she wanted, how she wanted this to finish. She stepped over behind Alex, kneeling down and pressing her bare breasts against his back, reaching around to take his own dripping length in her hand. He growled around Leo’s length, and Leo threw his head back in sudden pleasure. “I’m going to jerk you off,” she said, making her voice matter of fact, even though she was trembling with pleasure and was tired as hell all of a sudden. “But you only get to come if Leo comes first.” She glanced up at the other man, watching to make sure he was agreeing with this plan. Leo gave her a tiny nod, and Alex groaned again.

She went to work in earnest then, holding nothing back. She rubbed her breasts against his back, imagining that he was feeling the light pebbles of her nipples brushing over his flesh. His motions over Leo’s cock grew more intense, more demanding. The big man braced his hands against a wall, a steady stream of Russian slipping through his lips. She felt Alex’s balls drawing up tight, pebbled and hard as his need rose, and she moved to drop her hand, but just before she had to give Alex his punishment, Leo let loose another heavy groan, and she felt the frantic motion of Alex’s body as he swallowed Leo down.

“Good boy,” she crooned, “Very good. You can come whenever you’re ready.”

Alex’s body sagged against her, loose-limbed and yet very tense in her arms as she stroked him. She could feel him surging, feel his body clenching, and then the moment of pinnacle: his cock spurting over his belly, his thighs, her hand. He was silent this time, completely silent, his body arching back against her. Utterly silent except for the hissing in and out of breath between his teeth.

Leo slid down next to them, a soft laugh escaping him. “Well,” he said. “I’ll have to come over and visit the two of you more often.”

What utterly unzipped her heart was that Alex glanced back at her. She saw the need, love, and happiness in his eyes in that moment, unguarded and deep. And it was easy to nod.

“Yes,” she whispered. “Yes, you should.”

CHAPTER NINE

They showered; everyone was sweaty and covered with sticky fluids. Zoey found herself giggling, just a little bit. There was something incredibly silly about the whole process. She was starting to figure out why people liked it — and even more importantly, some of the reasons why she herself enjoyed the activity — but it was still incredibly silly.

They could have shared the huge bed with Leo, but he chose to take himself off to one of the guest rooms. Zoey found some small part of herself relaxing when he said that, and maybe he had seen that tension in her. Sharing Alex in the play room was one thing. She’d had a lot of fun, and there was a warmth in his eyes that she hadn’t seen since London. But sharing a bed? That was an entirely different level of intimacy than sex. She wasn’t there. She didn’t know if she would be there, ever. She was grateful not to be asked.

Hair damp and bodies clean, Alex took the initiative to pull her body in close to his, spooning tightly against her. He was satiated for the evening; his cock stayed small and soft in its nest of dark curls. His fingers, though, trailed her skin as hers had this morning. Gentle, exploratory. Mapping the terrain of her body with his touch. Had she changed so much since those first few nights together?

Of course she had. Everything had changed. Everything was different now. Pretending otherwise was ridiculous.

“I love you,” she said, into the dark as if she weren’t saying it to him.

His fingers froze in their quiet motion, and everything went incredibly still. Zoey thought about turning to face him, but that would have been far too much.

The silence stretched out, slow and sweet. She listened for him, but she found she wasn’t particularly waiting for him to say it back. It was just something she wanted him to know.

He did answer her, though, in time. “It’s kind of funny,” he said. “We’ve been through more in these few weeks than some couples deal with in months and years. But you’re still here.” His arms tightened gently around her, pressing her closer into his chest. “Why are you still here?”

“I like you,” she said.

“Like? I thought you said you loved me, just a few seconds ago.” He nipped at her ear, and she laughed.

“I do love you,” she said, wriggling her hips and earning a light slap on her hip. “I like you, too.”

His voice was so quiet that she almost missed the words. “What’s there to like?”

She rolled over then. He dodged her eyes; she didn’t follow him or try to force the contact. “What do you mean by that, Alex?”

He gave a shrug, one of those soft ones that she’d learned meant there was an awful lot more behind it. She waited, letting him work against the silence until the words started to flow. “I’m failing everyone,” he said. “Cindy came to me for help, and she was killed. Claire was killed. Who’s next? Do I lose you next?”

“No,” she said, snuggling more tightly against his chest and feeling the answering tightness in his arms. “No. I’m right here. We’re going to solve this. We’re going to figure this out.”

He shook his head slowly. “There’s nothing to figure out. Everyone’s dead. Everyone who could be a threat to them is gone. It’s just us. Just us, picking up the pieces and figuring out what happens next. But they’ll never catch whoever did this.”

“You don’t think it was your mother?”

His spine stiffened for a moment and then relaxed. “I don’t know,” he said. “I don’t know how it was or why they did it. We have a lot of theories — too many — but nothing firm or definitive. And that doesn’t answer my question. Why are you here with me, right now?”

His lips brushed over the curve of her ear, the line of her chin, and the soft throbbing of her pulse. “When you touch me, I feel electric,” she whispered, wrapping her arms around his neck as he rolled her softly onto her back. “I feel like I can take on the world, be bigger and better than I’ve ever been. I feel like I can do anything.”

“Why?”

She spread her thighs, wrapping her ankles around his knees, tilting her hips to accept him as he slipped down inside of her. It was a soft and slow coupling, and she reached for the words. “I’ve never known anyone who challenged me, who told me that I could do more without making me feel like less. You see me, and you see all of me. You see things about me that I didn’t even realize yet. And you’re funny, and kind, and we laugh together — I love that we laugh together — and you’re nothing like I thought you’d be.”

He pressed down into her a little more firmly, angling his body to brush up against her sensitive clit. It felt wonderful, filling, delightful, though orgasm seemed a very distant possibility now. This felt more about connection, about rejoining. “You didn’t think I’d be a master lover? Or a brilliant playboy?”

She slapped his ass, and he laughed, his rhythm picking up just a little. She wanted to tell him about how sensitive he was, how kind, how loving, but the deep movements of his body drove her words out, especially when he hooked an arm under her knee and pushed her leg gently up, driving into her at an angle that made her cry out with sudden, thorough pleasure.

“Because you’re here,” she managed to gasp out as his eyes closed and he soared with her. “You’re right here.”