Chapter 38
38
Zach
The showdown with Noelle before coming into the club had been unpleasant, but he thought it was needed. It didn’t affect Amy nearly as badly as he’d worried. She was still smiling sincerely, and though she seemed sad about Noelle, it wasn’t the kind of sadness that ate away at her insides. She seemed to have finally accepted that Noelle was beyond her help.
Noelle was beyond anyone’s help as far as he was concerned.
Now that they were in the club, it was easier to put her out of their minds. Focus on what was important—Amy and Kincaid.
Amy looked damn good in her corset, her breasts pushed up high, the short, pleated leather skirt she was wearing swishing as she walked. The hem ended just past her ass, so if she bent forward even a little, her cheeks peeked out—if she bent over far enough, they’d be able to see the string of her thong straining against the base of the plug in her ass. Her hair was pulled back in a ponytail that would be perfect for gripping.
She was sex on two legs, and she knew it.
She wasn’t the only one. When they’d gotten into the club, Kincaid had stripped off his shirt and handed it over at the front desk, leaving him in nothing but his leathers. Zach hadn’t bothered with a shirt because he liked his vest, but he loved seeing Kincaid bare from the waist up and clad in nothing but leather pants. It was fucking hot.
They’d thought about going to Marquis tonight for the privacy, but they’d wanted to be able to hang out with their friends after their scene if they wanted to. They’d still gotten a private room, though—the fantasy royalty room, complete with a throne and a huge bed for them to share. It was decorated in lush red velvets and wall hangings, making it feel like a sexy movie set.
Kincaid had chosen it for the bed, but it did come with another handy attribute—from the center of the room, there was a long chain hanging down with a set of cuffs at the end. Perfect for putting Amy’s wrists above her head and cuffing her into place.
“Can we lower this a little?” she asked, tugging on her wrists. She was stretched out completely, with no slack. Her breasts were high in the corset, practically popping out.
“Nope,” Zach said, grinning. “I like seeing you like this.”
“Me, too,” Kincaid chimed in.
Amy made a face.
“Kind of hard for you to get between my legs when I have to keep them closed if my hands are going to be up this high.” She pouted at them.
“Oh, don’t worry, little slut,” Zach said, walking around behind her and giving her ass a smack that sent the hem of her skirt fluttering. “We’ll get to your pussy… eventually.”
“Let’s get this corset off you first, though, princess.” Kincaid stepped up to unhook the front of the corset. The one she was wearing today was nice and easy to pop open. The clasps were actual hooks that curved down through a little ring on the other side of the corset, so all Kincaid had to do was run his finger up the center, pulling the hooks out of the rings, and boom… boobs. “I like this corset a lot. Very easy access.”
He grinned over Amy’s shoulder at Zach as she gasped and arched her back, indicating he was doing something to her breasts. Zach grinned back and stepped up behind her to unzip her skirt.
“This can come off now, too. I want to whip this pretty ass before Kincaid fucks it.”
Amy moaned, panting for breath at both his words and whatever Kincaid was doing to her. They were working in tandem, Kincaid providing the pleasure while he provided the pain—point and counterpoint to give her everything she needed.
While Kincaid played with her pretty breasts, squeezing and pinching and heightening her arousal, Zach started spanking her. He wasn’t going to whip her very much, but he wanted to mark up her ass before Kincaid used it. A few nice weals across that pretty surface… but he needed to warm it up first with a good, hard spanking.
Because of the way she was stretched out, there wasn’t much room for her to move around, so she couldn’t do more than twitch in place as he spanked her. Even when she lifted her feet, trying to dance away, there wasn’t anywhere for her to go—especially with Kincaid in front of her. The other man was now bending his head, sucking her breasts as Zach spanked her harder and harder. Her bottom was turning a nice, hot pink, all the blood coming to the surface under the punishment he was giving her.
“Ready for the whip, slut?” he asked, his hand moving down to the undercurve of her ass, right on the sensitive spot where her cheeks met her thighs. Amy squealed, jerking in place.
“Yes, Sir. Please.” There was real pleading in her voice. For someone like Amy, this kind of spanking was more of a tease than real satisfaction. She wanted the leather… and he wanted to hear her scream. “Oh!”
That last little ‘oh’ was for Kincaid, not for him. No need to be jealous, though. She was about to be a lot noisier for him.
He went to get the whip, a nice long, braided single tail that would sting like a bitch but was also thick and thuddy enough to leave a lasting impression. As he got into position behind her, Kincaid lifted his head, standing straight up and moving in close to Amy so she couldn’t go very far.
“Hold her still for me?” Zach asked. Amy would hold perfectly still if he asked her to, but he had a feeling she’d like the way Kincaid wanted to do it.
“Of course.” Kincaid’s dark eyes glinted with mischief as his gaze met Zach’s, and Amy bounced upward, letting out a little squeak. Zach knew that Kincaid had just slid his fingers between her legs, taking up space she didn’t have and holding her in place by her pussy just as his other hand went around her throat. “Go ahead, partner. She’s ready.”
Amy whimpered before the whip even touched her, and that whimper turned into a shriek that made Zach sigh with satisfaction when the whip cut across her ass. A nice dark red weal rose up where the leather had bit her, and he stepped forward to rub his hand over it.
“Now that’s very pretty,” he said. “Too bad you can’t see it, Kincaid.”
“Oh, I’m perfectly happy with my view,” Kincaid responded, glancing down at Amy’s front side. She shuddered and whimpered against him. “That’s our good girl.”
“Three more,” Zach said. “For our pretty little slut.”
Three more perfectly placed lines across her pinked ass, which had his cock standing up straight to attention and throbbing. He’d love to fuck her ass now and feel her hot flesh against his groin, but Kincaid had requested the back door for tonight, and Zach had agreed. He’d get her ass when they double-teamed her another time.
They had their entire future together for him to be with her in every way possible.
Kincaid
His boyfriend had done a gorgeous job on Amy’s ass. Bright pink cheeks crossed with dark red welts that were almost perfectly evenly spaced. If he hadn’t seen the whip, he might have thought a cane was used instead. Watching her straddle Zach, who was lying on his back on the bed, was a hell of a view. Such a pretty pink ass with stripes, waiting for him to fuck it.
They’d taken out the plug before she’d gotten on the bed, and her little hole winked at him from between her cheeks, just above where Zach’s cock was now impaling her. Kincaid gripped his own cock, spreading the slick lube all over its length and grinning as Zach moaned and reached up to Amy’s breasts. She gasped, her downward momentum halting for just a moment before she suddenly sat down all the way, taking him inside her.
“Ride him, princess. I want to see you bouncing on his cock,” Kincaid ordered, climbing onto the bed behind her.
“Yes, Sir. Ow!” Amy squealed again, arching her back. Zach’s hands were busy on her breasts, which Kincaid had already made extra sensitive with all his pinching and pulling, and he knew Zach was a hell of a lot meaner than he was. They weren’t using the clamps tonight because they wanted her focused on how their cocks felt, but her breasts were too pretty for either of them to ignore entirely.
“Now, slut,” Zach demanded, even though he’d barely given her time to get started. Not that it mattered. Kincaid knew Zach had just wanted the excuse to pinch her nipples hard. As soon as he gave the order, she started moving, whimpering the entire time. From the way Zach’s hands moved with her, it was clear he hadn’t relinquished his grip on her nipples even as she started riding him.
The mattress sank down under Kincaid’s weight as he got into position between Zach’s spread legs, coming up behind Amy. Looking over her shoulder at Zach as she moved, he was suddenly struck by overwhelming emotion at the realization that he had everything he wanted. Right here, right now.
“I love you.” The words came out without meaning to. Words he’d said to Zach before and meant, but somehow, they felt like they meant even more now. Because they’d been through hell and back together. They’d shown each other. And now those words included Amy, too.
Amy paused in her movements, turning to look over her shoulder at him with a frown.
“Shouldn’t Zach be the one making random declarations of love?” she asked. “You aren’t even inside me yet.”
Kincaid barked out a laugh. She was such a damn brat. She squealed as Zach slapped her breast, though she thrust them out as if asking for more. Leaning forward, Kincaid kissed her shoulder, sliding his hand around her throat, the way he knew drove her wild.
“Not if I want you to know I mean it. I love you. Both of you. This is… everything. I’m not saying it because we’re about to have insanely hot sex, although we are. I’m saying it because I couldn’t hold it back.” That was the full and honest truth.
“Oh…” she said softly, as if she really hadn’t realized that he meant it. And maybe she hadn’t.
“I love you both,” Zach said. “You are my everything. Both of you. There were some seriously rough moments getting here, but I wouldn’t change any of it because it led to this.” He winked at Amy. “And I’m not just saying that because I’m balls deep inside you.”
Amy threw up her hands. “Well, how am I supposed to follow that?” She shook her head. “I do love you. Both of you. And I wouldn’t change anything, either. Not even being dumped on my wedding day. You two are the best thing that has ever happened to me, and I hope we have the longest rebound ever. Now, are you going to fuck me or what?”
Giving her throat a little squeeze, Kincaid lined his cock up with her ass and growled in her ear.
“Sassy brat… You might be my princess, but brace yourself… I’m about to fuck you like a dirty little slut.” He thrust forward, pushing his cock into her ass, and she cried out as she bent toward Zach, panting with breath as the two cocks slid alongside each other. She was exquisitely tight, the ring of her sphincter gripping every inch of him as it slid past, her muscles spasming against the invasion.
Then he was in, his cock nestled alongside Zach’s inside her, only a thin membrane separating them, while she sobbed and panted between them. The heat from her skin seared his groin, her channel massaging every inch of his cock. He could feel her swallow against his fingers.
His gaze met Zach’s over her shoulder, and he gave a little nod… and began to move.
Amy
Two cocks at once was too many, but she didn’t want it to stop. She was so incredibly, insanely full. Too full. It was so much more than just having a cock and a toy. So much more than having anal sex. Part of her had really thought it wouldn’t be that different, but it was.
Two of them. Thick. Hard. Hot. Throbbing inside her.
And moving.
She could feel them sliding against each other as one retreated and the other thrust in, playing havoc with her senses. All the while, Kincaid’s hand around her throat kept her in place, making her body pulse with his dominance over her.
The men moved.
Beneath her.
Atop her.
All around her.
They thrust in and out of her, as though they were passing her back and forth between them, yet they were simultaneously pleasuring her.
It was too much, a sensory overload that made it feel like she couldn’t possibly orgasm. Her climax was too far away… or she’d gone too far beyond it… she didn’t know which was which or what was up and what was down. She was spiraling through the sensations, caught in the maelstrom and struggling to right herself.
“Oh, please…” she begged. “Oh, please… oh, please…”
That was all she could say, over and over again, not entirely sure what she was begging for as they used her. Their rhythm was steady, pounding, sending her soaring. She heard their groans, their guttural pants, as their own need began to rise, and the rhythm started to falter.
Felt them surging inside her. No longer completely in tandem. Sometimes alternating, sometimes thrusting in together.
She screamed their names as the ecstasy hit her, the tension breaking across her body as fireworks burst in her core. Everything felt bigger, fuller, more intense. Pure bliss wrapped her up, curling her toes, sending her reeling as she gasped for air. Hot liquid poured into her, cocks pulsing inside her, and she felt herself go limp between her two men as the world turned upside down.
My two men.
No one was the third wheel. They were a triangle, and they were meant to be shaped this way.
Best rebound ever.