Chapter 11 #2
“Jesus, man,” Gio muttered, but neither Rafe nor Keeley relented.
She increased her motions, Gio adding his own fuel to the flames, his hips thrusting toward her on each downstroke. He still held her breasts in his hands, squeezing them tightly. Every stroke, every squeeze drove them higher, both grasping, reaching, anxious for what came after.
Keeley pressed her legs together tightly. She needed more. So much more. She’d never been this hot, this bothered.
She felt something brush her feet and she glanced at the floor. Rafe had tossed a pillow between them.
“Get on your knees, beauty,” he instructed.
She lowered herself down without thought, too hung up on his term of endearment.
Beauty.
Her gaze was now level with Gio’s cock. She’d only opened his pants, but Gio took it further, shoving them down completely, toeing them and his shoes off.
His thighs were thick, muscular. He was built like a tree trunk, strong, unshakable. She still held his dick in her hand, so she directed the head of it to her mouth.
She’d just parted her lips when a firm fist found her hair, holding her back.
“Did I tell you to suck it?” Rafe asked.
Keeley closed her eyes, drawing in as much air as she could. She’d never…fuck…she’d never been this aroused.
“Please,” she whispered.
“I like it when you beg, beauty.”
Beauty. Again.
“You’re going to do a lot more of that tonight,” Rafe promised.
“Fuck, Rafe,” Gio said, in a way that caught Keeley’s attention. They’d shared women before…but Gio seemed as blown away by this dominant side of Rafe as she was.
“I didn’t tell you to stop stroking him,” Rafe said, as he stepped behind her and knelt, his fingers toying with the elastic waist of her thong.
He didn’t remove them, didn’t do anything more than pull the elastic away from her skin.
She was so hung up on what he was doing, she forgot to move her hand.
Until he released the elastic and it snapped against her, stinging.
She jerked with surprise, the pain turning inwards, the same way his pinch to her nipples had this morning.
“Move your hand,” he commanded. “Like this.”
He placed his hand over Keeley’s, and it was Gio’s turn to jerk in surprise as he watched, his furrowed brows telling Keeley they were in uncharted territory.
Rafe used his grip to move her hand, and together they began stroking Gio’s cock.
Keeley wet her lips, wishing Rafe would give her the…what was she waiting for? An order? Permission?
She had never allowed anyone to call the shots in the bedroom. Hell, that wasn’t something she’d ever really thought she wanted. Until now.
“Open your lips, Keeley,” Rafe said at last, releasing his grip on her hand. “But don’t take him inside. Gio’s going to fuck your mouth.”
Keeley thought maybe that should sound scary. She’d given blow jobs before, but she’d been in control of the situation, taking what she could, pulling away when it was too much.
But she wasn’t scared. Because this was Rafe and Gio, and she trusted them. More than anyone she’d ever been with before.
Gio cupped her cheeks, lifting her face until she was looking up at him. He gave her one of his characteristically charming winks, though his expression was otherwise serious. “Rafe might be giving the orders, but you’re still in control. You know that, right?”
She nodded. “I want you,” she whispered.
“You’ve got me, Keeley. For as long as you want.”
She could have played those words over and over a thousand times, but Gio didn’t give her a chance. The head of his cock brushed her lips and she opened, allowing him to slide inside. He really was big, almost uncomfortably so.
“Grip the base of his dick like I just showed you,” Rafe said. “Close your hand around him nice and tight, then hold on.” As he spoke, he rose, standing behind her.
No sooner had she done as he said, than Gio began thrusting in and out of her mouth and hand. He’d kept his grip on her head, holding her still, fucking her mouth just as Rafe said he would.
There was no mistaking this for a blow job. It wasn’t that. It was something she’d never done, never experienced before. And she loved it.
Loved being surrounded by these two men, obeying their dirty demands, turned on by their rough, sensual touches.
Keeley had spent her entire adult life searching for this.
Now…
Her vision blurred with tears—the happy kind as well as the trying-to-catch-her-breath kind. Gio was pushing in deeper, and she had to fight against her gag reflex.
Through it all, she felt Gio’s gaze on her face, knew he was watching her, keeping her safe, even as he took her mouth.
Rafe’s hands rested on her shoulders, her back pressed firmly against his knees. He was also looking down. Both men seemed to derive a great deal of pleasure through the mere act of watching. She wanted to ask them about that.
And while neither was touching the other, they were clearly very comfortable in each other’s space. Right now, they were only separated by her body, standing face-to-face.
“God,” Gio gasped.
“He’s close, beauty. I can’t wait to feel those lips wrapped around my cock,” Rafe growled, one of his hands leaving her shoulder, slipping around to rest at the base of her throat.
Fuck her. Rafe knew exactly how and where to touch her, what to say to make her body quake with need.
Gio’s hands slid from her face to her hair, his thrusting growing faster, finesse slipping away as he approached his climax.
“Be ready,” Rafe said.
Gio cursed, and she felt the first splash of come.
Rafe’s hand completely cupped her throat. He wasn’t applying pressure. Instead, she got the sense he wanted to feel her swallow.
So she did.
Gio thrust one last time, holding still within her mouth as he came.
After the last burst, he slipped free, staggering backward the two steps necessary so that he could drop down on the bed, as if his powerful legs couldn’t hold him up anymore.
She’d done that. She’d brought Gio Moretti, the strongest man she knew, to his knees.
She smiled, and her too-pleased expression caught Gio’s attention.
“I don’t trust that look.”
She laughed breathlessly.
Gio shook his head. “We’re in trouble now, Rafe. Keeley just figured out she’s holding the keys to the castle.”
Gio’s joke proved just how well he knew her. The past few weeks, they’d all grown closer, sharing secrets and stories. Rafe and Gio both listened to her. And not just to be polite, like most of her past dates, but because they were genuinely interested.
Rafe reached down to help her up from the floor. “She has them for the moment,” he whispered in her ear. “Go bend over the side of the bed.”
Keeley looked back at him but didn’t move. She was in the mood to test a few boundaries, to have a few things confirmed. “Are you planning to undress anytime soon?”
Rafe’s eyes narrowed the tiniest bit. If she hadn’t been looking so closely at his face, she would have missed it entirely.
“What did I tell you to do, Keeley?”
“I have every intention of doing it. After you get undressed.”
Gio whistled. “You sure you want to poke the bear like that, little one?”
Keeley looked at Gio. “So you guys are the only ones who get to make demands in the bedroom?”
“Now you’re getting it,” Rafe said, his hand gripping her elbow, guiding her to the bed.
“That wasn’t what I was say—”
Before she could finish, Rafe placed a firm hand between her shoulder blades and pushed her facedown on the mattress. His bed was quite tall, and luxuriously soft.
She tried to push back against his grip, but Rafe was no slouch in the strength department himself.
“If you don’t like something I do, or if it hurts, all you have to do is say stop,” he said.
Keeley grinned at Rafe as she looked back at him. “Or I could just call you a son of a bitch.”
His lips pursed, though she couldn’t tell if he was amused or annoyed.
“Prefer motherfucker?” she asked.
Rafe, who all night had looked so sternly hot—she really needed to get a handle on her contradictory descriptions for these men—broke character and laughed. “Okay. Either one of those will work too.”
She wasn’t sure why his amusement pleased her so. Perhaps because Gio was easy to make laugh, but Rafe took a bit more work.
Then she held her breath as she waited for whatever came next.
Gio had mentioned spanking her before, and she wanted it.
Rafe, however, had promised to finally—finally—take her, and she wanted that too.
She was a kid in the candy story, a fox in the henhouse, Veruca from Charlie and the Chocolate Factory. She wanted it all! Right now.
Gio remained sitting on the edge of the mattress, right next to her. Reaching over, he ran his hand over her ass gently. Over and over, he stroked her skin in such a soothing way, it worked a bit like a massage. Her eyes drifted closed, her body relaxing under his ministrations.
They flew open when his hand disappeared, and a much different touch took its place.
She jerked and tried to lift herself from the bed when Rafe spanked her. Three hard blows on each cheek, stinging hot. Her attempt to escape was fruitless, as Gio’s hand had slid upwards and was now pressing down on her back, holding her firmly to the mattress.
Both men stilled for a moment, which confused her, until she realized they were waiting for her to say stop—or to call them a name. She considered it, that was for sure. The spanking had hurt at first. But now…
She glanced over her shoulder at them. “Finished so soon?” she taunted.
Gio shook his head, grinning widely. He loved her dares, and she knew it. Rafe, as always, was the harder one to read.
In the end, he didn’t respond at all. Instead, he lifted his hand and smacked her ass again, harder, twice more, then his fingers slid along her slit. She knew exactly what he was going to find.
She’d been wet since the restaurant, their continual touches and kisses keeping her arousal on simmer for hours.