Chapter 10
SECRET UP MY SLEEVES
Trina
When the door shuts to Chase’s spacious home on a picturesque block of California Street, I don’t know what to expect from this night with them. And that thrills me. I’m on edge, my cells crackling with electricity.
Quickly, shoes vanish, socks disappear, and we all drop jackets on a chair by the door. Chase guides me through the wide open living room, with floor-to-ceiling windows that look out over San Francisco.
Sex with a view. Yes, please.
But is that on the menu? Are they starting on the couch? What will they do to me there? My pulse soars in excitement.
“Put her up against the wall. Kiss her neck. Take off those jeans. I’ll play some tunes,” Chase says carelessly to Ryker.
I shudder. The way Chase has it all mapped out, and tosses his directions so casually half makes me wonder if he’s done this before. But mostly I don’t care if he has. All I care about now is them and me.
Those ten minutes in the limo were the hottest of my life. I can’t imagine—truly I can’t—how it could get better.
But I think it will and I am here for it.
The lights are low, shadowing exposed brick walls. “Take off your glasses. Get your hands against the wall,” Ryker tells me.
I slide off my red frames and put them on a table. I can see well enough without them. When I glance at him, I can tell his blue eyes radiate dirty deeds. I want what he has to give so I spin around, following his orders.
Advancing closer, he crowds me against the brick wall. Clasping my wrists, he slides my arms up along the brick, kissing my neck as he pins me effortlessly.
I’m at his mercy, and he wraps one strong hand around both my wrists. Do I have a kink for being bound?
Girl, you’re about to be screwed senseless by two men. You have more kinks than you ever knew.
And I want these hockey stars to unlock them all for me.
Dropping my head, I savor every second of bliss. “Mmm,” I murmur as Ryker lays kiss after hungry kiss on the back of my neck.
Music starts from somewhere, a low pulsing bass as Ryker gets down on his knees, reaches his big hands around me and unbuttons, then peels down my jeans.
My heart climbs into my throat. He taps my right ankle. I lift it, and he removes the jeans from one leg, then the other one.
I’m wearing only Chase’s jersey and a pair of sky-blue boy shorts with daisy flowers on them—undies that are one hundred percent useless now.
They’re soaked.
Feet pad across the wood floor as Ryker rises, roaming a big hand over the fabric covering one cheek. Then the other.
“What do you think of her ass? Fucking perfect for smacking, right?” Chase asks, like he’s appraising me. Gone is the sweet, charming guy with the congenial smile for the press.
After dark, he’s all alpha, in command of me and, also, his friend. That surprises me. I’d have expected the broody, grumpy guy to want to call the shots. But Ryker seems content to let Chase play conductor. Maybe that’s their thing? Is this how they run their three-ways?
Nope. Stop. Doesn’t matter if they’re threesome pros. In fact, it’s probably better if they are.
I home in on the moment, on my body.
Ryker squeezes my flesh, then says to his friend, “Pretty sure you’ll love smacking this ass. But best I take these off first.”
The way they talk about me makes me feel like their naughty plaything. And their tone—almost like I’m not here—makes heat flare in my belly.
“Good idea,” Chase says, his voice louder now. He’s a foot away, and when he reaches me, he sweeps my hair off the back of my neck and kisses me there—an open-mouthed caress while Ryker peels off my panties. I step out of them, and I’m half-naked but all exposed.
Ryker grabs one cheek, manhandling me roughly, and Chase the other, gripping firmly.
Their bodies flank me on either side. “Bet you’re aching between your thighs,” Chase says, almost like a taunt, like he savors holding my pleasure in the palm of his hand.
He kisses my earlobe, flicking his tongue along it. “Are you, baby? All hot and greedy?”
My knees buckle. And I grow wetter. “I am.”
“Bet that sweet pussy is so nice and slick,” he adds and squeezes my ass harder, then bites my shoulder.
“Oh god,” I say, yelping from the nip, but also moaning from it.
Chase raises a big hand. “You said you liked my hands. What do you want me to do with them?”
“Spank me,” I say, surprising myself at the strength of my desire.
With a devilish grin, he says, “I thought so.”
He smacks my ass and I cry out a “god yes” as pain and pleasure surge through me.
“Turns you the fuck on, doesn’t it?” Ryker asks.
My pussy grows wetter in answer, then a bead of arousal slides down my inner thigh. I feel daring with these two, free to voice my wants. “Check,” I rasp out, my throat drier than the desert, my pussy hotter than the equator.
I’m shaking with desire. Chase kisses a long trail down the side of my neck. “Aww, you’re so hot for us you’re getting all demanding. Fucking sexy the way she needs us, isn’t it, Ryker?”
“So hot, how horny she is,” his friend seconds.
I wriggle my ass for them, shameless. “I want you both. I need you both,” I say, my voice sounding like it’s coming from some other version of me. The me who propositions two guys for a three-way, who goes to their home, who asks for filthy, beautiful things.
Chase nuzzles his smooth face against my neck, his hands roaming down my side. “Patience, baby. Just need something first,” he rasps out, then adopts his Dom voice again. “Ryker, check her cunt for me. Tell me how wet she is.”
Ryker slides his fingers over my ass cheek, and between my thighs, stroking me at last.
It’s such sweet relief, and yet I need so much more. “Please,” I pant, helpless to the lust surging through me.
“Like she’s been turned on the whole damn night,” Ryker says, confirming, and that sounds about accurate.
His thick fingers climb higher, heading straight to my clit, which is pulsing for him.
For them. At last, Ryker strokes and I nearly howl from the pleasure.
How is this already better than anything else that has ever happened to me?
Is it because it’s double? But it feels like ten times what I’ve felt when I’m alone with my high-speed toys.
“She’s ready for you,” Ryker says, talking about me like I’m a car and they’re going to trade turns at the wheel.
Well, yeah.
Ryker grabs my wrists and spins me around, so I’m facing him.
No idea what’s happening. No clue at all.
Until…
Ryker slams his mouth to mine while Chase yanks my ass against his covered hard-on, and maneuvers a hand over my hip, down, and right between my legs.
“Yes. You’re so slick,” he praises in my ear, as Ryker kisses me and Chase strokes my pussy. “Wrap your arms around him.”
I comply, threading my fingers through Ryker’s thick, soft strands.
While Ryker kisses me hard, Chase drops sensual kisses to my neck, all while he strokes my wetness, sliding, rubbing, flicking my center.
I’m bursting with pleasure everywhere, my pulse skyrocketing, my skin tingling, everything aching.
This is a parade. An anthem. An epic finale to a symphony. Chase is rubbing my needy clit while Ryker devours my mouth. It’s all too much, the deluge of wild sensations.
I moan into Ryker’s mouth as I rock into Chase’s hand. “That’s right. Give it to us. Come on my hand,” Chase urges in a dark, dirty voice that has me rocking faster into his fingers, doing his bidding.
I’m close, so damn close. There’s no part of me that doesn’t want to come right now.
Ryker’s kisses overpower me with their intensity while Chase’s fingers fly, and pleasure coils low in my belly, then pulses.
A warning of bliss.
“Yes, I can feel how much you want it,” Chase rasps out, pushing me on.
One more stroke, one more caress on my neck, one more kiss of my lips, and I let go of Ryker’s mouth, gasping, “I’m coming.”
My knees buckle and Chase catches me, then hauls me up as I shake from the aftereffects.
While I’m still moaning, he brings his fingers to his mouth and sucks them, one by one.
“Mmm. Need more of your sweetness really fucking soon,” he says, like he’s high on the taste of me.
When he’s done, he tenderly strokes my hair away from my face.
“You did so well, sweetness,” he says, and I like that nickname too.
“That’s better than Miss Inquisitive,” I say.
“Yeah, it’s perfect for you, sweetness,” Ryker adds, petting my hair too.
“I bet someday you could take both of us,” Chase says, and Ryker growls his yes.
“Think you’d like that too?” Ryker rasps out, asking me.
This is only one night. That’s not on the menu this evening. Still, I say, “I want that. Someday.”
“I know you do.” Chase presses a gentle kiss to my bruised lips, then lets go and lifts me up.
Oh! He tosses me on his shoulder. Well, that’s fun, being handled like I weigh nothing.
“Wait. My glasses,” I say, mildly worried.
“Got ’em,” Ryker barks out, and cuts across the living room while Chase stalks down the hall, fireman carrying me.
I’m shivering the whole way, barely aware of my surroundings—just Chase’s soothing voice.
“How did that feel? You deserved to come so badly,” he says and his tone is soft, an aftercare type of voice I’ve heard about. Maybe dreamed about.
“Better than Maverick,” I say, still woozy.
“Who’s Maverick?” he asks as he turns into his bedroom, flicks on a light, and then gently lays me on a huge bed with a dark blue cover.
“My favorite vibrator,” I say.
“You named your vibrator.” He sounds delighted.
“Well, when you have a half dozen you need to tell them apart…” I say, trailing off seductively, because I don’t want to talk anymore.
Chase is undoing a button on his shirt as Ryker enters the room. I sit up on my knees, move to the edge of the bed. “Let me,” I say, but it’s plaintive. I’m pleading to undress him.
He comes closer, clasps my hands, and brings them to the front of his shirt. “Take it off,” he instructs as Ryker sets my glasses down on the nightstand.