Chapter 9 #3
The pressure built to bursting with nowhere to go.
The two men on the other side of the couch watched me pant and yearn, on the brink of coming.
The couple who fucked in the corner glanced my way—waiting for my orgasm.
But I couldn’t.
I couldn’t.
I couldn’t.
I whimpered and growled at once, on the edge of exploding in frustration instead of pleasure. Rough fingers gripped my chin, turning me to face the dark and dangerous man who made me his fiancée.
“Who does your orgasm belong to?” he asked.
“You,” I mewled.
“Exactly. So, give it to me.”
“I-I can’t.”
“You can,” he objected. He gripped the thin strap of my dress and pulled it down, baring my diamond-encased breast. “And you will.”
He maneuvered past the gems and gripped my pebbled nipple in his fingers, pinching and twisting—sending bolts of painful pleasure down to where the man’s lips sucked, and his fingers curved deep inside me.
“Give. It. To. Me.”
His deep voice sank deep into my body until it gripped the ball of pleasure, refusing to release, holding tight as it tugged it to the surface—claiming it as his own.
I held his stare, pressed my head back against the soft leather, thrust my hips hard against the man’s face, and abandoned myself to the waves of euphoria washing over me. I clung to Lucian—knowing he’d bring me back to shore safe and sound.
When I floated back to reality, the other man’s voice held an edge of desperation. “Can I flip her over? Can I fuck my cock between the curves of her ass?”
“As long as you make her come again.”
“Fuck yes.”
I lay there, sweating like a limp noodle, as the man stood, removing his shirt to reveal an impeccable chest and abs. He unbuckled his pants, never taking his eyes from my now bared breasts, and revealed an impressive cock.
“So fucking pretty, sweetheart,” he murmured, pulling me back to the ottoman and flipping me over, tugging me back on my knees.
The cushion dipped under his weight, positioning himself behind me as he unclasped the chain of my underwear, letting it slip from my curves.
Lucian reached to the side table for a bottle and passed it behind me.
A quiet click preceded cool, thick liquid dripping between my ass cheeks, sliding down to my core.
“Hold on to me, sweetheart,” the man said, moving me like a marionette, positioning me to sit back against him with my arm around his neck. “Fuck,” he groaned, his cock perfectly aligned between the curves of my ass.
Lucian watched me, his lips parted, chest rising and falling rapidly. I couldn’t tell if having the attention of both men focused on me flooded me with so much pleasure, or if the grip of the man’s hand on my hip, sliding me back and forth along his length, did.
I didn’t care.
I wanted to linger in this haze of euphoria and give myself over to Lucian’s control. I trusted him. He would keep me safe.
I trusted him.
“That’s good, sweetheart. Just slide up and down my cock. Make me feel good,” the man murmured, his hand drifting down between my legs.
I jerked when his fingers brushed against my sensitive clit, wedging him tighter against me, earning a deep groan in return.
Lucian stroked the hard length extending down the leg of his pants. He leaned back, moaning his own pleasure as he watched me with someone else, but still keeping my attention on him.
The man held me close, moving me back and forth with his own thrusts, using my ass to jack off.
He leaned his head down to mine, his breath brushing my ear.
His fingers played against my opening, pulling moisture to swirl around my swollen bud as I watched Lucian slowly unfasten his pants and free his cock.
“Oh, god,” I moaned, already wanting him inside me.
“Do you like that, sweetheart?” the man asked.
I nodded.
“Me, too.” He hummed and thrust again, speaking softly for only me to hear. “Do you want to know why?”
“Yes,” I hissed. “Please.”
“Because my kink is taking what I can’t have.”
I stiffened at the implication, wondering if he’d take more now.
“Shh, shh. Not like that,” he soothed. “I like to be with other men’s women.
I like to feel them watching me fuck the person they love, wondering if I’m doing it better.
If maybe they’ll think of me the next time their partner is inside them.
I like knowing I’ll leave my mark on them even though they aren’t mine to mark. ”
His growled words vibrated through me, bringing every inch of my skin alive as I imagined the scene he painted.
“But I’ve never played with Lucian before.”
“What? Why not?” I asked, my eyes glued to Lucian’s hand sliding up and down his length.
“Lucian has never cared about anyone enough to be bothered by someone else touching them. So, I’ve never bothered.
But after seeing him with you tonight, I noticed something different.
He fucking cares,” he claimed, thrusting hard with each word.
“And if Lucian Daire cares about a woman, then I know she’s got to be so fucking good.
And, sweetheart, I’m only sliding my dick against your perfect ass, and I can feel an orgasm better than I’ve had in weeks coming.
Add in his barely restrained gaze watching us while I make him think I’ve got my cock shoved deep in your ass when he clearly doesn’t want anyone fucking what is his, and this is becoming a night I’ll never forget. ”
Lucian cares.
The statement sank deep in my soul, and I was so lost in the erotic moment that I couldn’t stop it. His words fueled me like a drug, leaving me delirious and wanting, wanting, wanting.
He brushed the sparkling strands aside, rolling my nipple between his rough fingers, urging me to give more.
The desire bubbled up and flooded me—consuming me.
I wanted to put on a show, to see how far I could push Lucian before the restraint the man mentioned snapped.
I wanted to bask in his gaze—the one that said he cared.
I rocked my hips harder, grinding between his hand playing at my clit and his cock sliding dangerously close against both of my openings.
“That’s so good, sweetheart. Fuck my cock.
You’re such a good little girl, making him wish it was his cock between your ass,” the man groaned.
“Look at him watching you. One hand clutching the couch to keep from ripping you from my arms, reclaiming you as his own, and the other fucking his fist, imagining it was your tight little asshole milking him dry.”
“Oh, god. More. Please. More.” I begged for all of it. More of his fingers against my clit. More of his cock against my ass. More of the pictures he painted of Lucian wanting me.
“Yeah…let’s spread these legs wider. I’m going to fuck you nice and hard so he can watch your tits bounce.”
He brushed the glittering straps from my shoulders, baring my breasts completely.
“Let’s watch him try to resist what he craves. Let’s see how long he can keep from giving in to his need to have you.”
I whimpered, drowning in the pleasure. It swallowed me until I couldn’t see straight, erasing everything from existence except Lucian stroking his cock faster and faster, his jaw clenched as tight as his fist against the couch.
I was in the man’s arms, but it was all for Lucian.
Nothing mattered beyond holding his gaze as we climbed higher together.
“Fuck,” Lucian barked through a guttural groan, releasing his grip on the couch, reaching for me. “Get your fucking mouth on my cock. I want to come down your throat.”
The man chuckled and pushed me forward, keeping his dick wedged between my ass.
Lucian gripped my hair and positioned himself at my mouth, pushing past my lips with a moan. Pinned between the two men, I bounced back and forth, choking on Lucian’s cock while the man pressed my ass cheeks together, fucking me harder.
“Gonna come, sweetheart,” the man grunted. He pulled back and shoved my thighs wide for a clear view of my cunt.
His moans echoed in the distance, secondary to Lucian guiding me to take more of him, pushing into my throat as he started to come. “Take it, princess. Swallow it all. Take my cum inside you.”
His hard length twitched against my tongue, flooding my mouth. I worked my throat, trying to swallow every drop, when a tongue plunged deep into my pussy and a finger worked with purpose against my clit, driving me over the edge.
I pulled off Lucian’s cock with a cough, moaning through my orgasm as more of his cum continued to pour from his slit, painting my cheek.
The man ate me through the waves of pleasure, but none of it mattered because all I cared about was being cradled in Lucian’s lap, hearing him come down from his orgasm ripping through him.
“God damn,” the man said, pressing one last lingering kiss to my clit before pulling away. “Thank you, sweetheart.” Metal clinked, and the ottoman shifted as the man readjusted, leaving Lucian and me alone.
He brushed his fingers through my hair before pushing my dress back over my bottom. I collapsed to my side, where I curled up against his leg. He swiped his cum from my cheek and brought it to my lips. “You did amazing, Aspen. I’m so proud of you.”
I sucked every drop from his fingers before rubbing my cheek against his thigh like a contented cat. Exhaustion settled in, woven through with a comfort I couldn’t ever remember feeling before.
“Let’s go to bed. Just you and me.”
“Yes,” I purred.
He chuckled at the clingy agreement and tucked himself back in his pants before scooping under my thighs and back, carrying me past the other couples’ moans, spanks, and cries of pleasure. Taking me to our bed and our own solitude.
A month ago, I refused his room, but now, in his arms, there’s nowhere else I’d rather be.