3. Ember #2
Warner’s pale aqua blues seem to darken, swirling with the intimidating threat of the open ocean. I hold his stare while pushing down my jeans, letting the denim pool at my ankles until I stand in plain panties alone.
“What were you saying about me being a brat?” I ask innocently.
“Fucking hell, love. You know how to test a man’s patience.”
He crooks a finger, beckoning me closer.
“Is that an order, boss?”
“Keep going,” he warns with an eye roll. “See what happens when I fuck the attitude out of you.”
“That’s not very professional of you.”
“I’ll show you professional.”
As soon as I’m within reach, his hands snap out to grab hold of my waist. I’m roughly tugged forward, legs splayed either side of his waist so I’m straddling his lap. Immediately, the hard jut of his erection greets me through thin fabric.
“Feel what you do to me?” he growls under his breath.
“Yes. You’re all mine.”
“Always have been, little astronaut.”
“Damn straight, Langley.”
Warner cradles the base of my skull, his lips crashing onto mine with no regard for gentle introductions. I wind my arms around his neck to bring us flush together and let his mouth hungrily devour mine.
To think there was a time when I longed to taste him. To cross that invisible boundary holding us apart, obliterate the rulebook and take exactly what I wanted without any care for the consequences.
I never would’ve believed he’d one day be mine. Mind, body and soul. Surrendering to him feels as natural as breathing. He can own my body however he pleases, and I know that no matter what, I’ll always be safe with him.
His tongue is a hot force, tracing the seam of my lips to grant passage and explore every available inch. It’s all I can do to let him drink his fill, clinging on tight when his hips rise to thrust into my centre.
Frantic, open-mouthed kisses travel along my jaw to my earlobe. He gives me a sharp bite that makes me gasp then moves lower still, sweeping his tongue over my throat and neck, almost seeming to mark his territory.
“You’re wearing too many layers,” I gasp, writhing on his lap.
“Then get on your knees, and do something about it.”
Only Warner could ever get away with bossing me around so brazenly. And only in the bedroom.
Planting a final kiss on his parted lips, I climb free then sink to the rug-covered floor. He uses the leverage from one leg to lift his hips, allowing me to pull his sweats down then discard them.
“No boxers?” I laugh in surprise.
“In case you didn’t notice, we’re a little short on clothing right now. Sacrifices have to be made.”
“Hey, I’m not complaining. You should go commando more often.”
My hands rest on his strong, powerful thighs, above where his residual limb ends. His erection stands tall, thick and slightly curved, glistening with a bead of pre-come across the velvet tip.
His groan echoes above me when I duck to lick over his smooth head. Saltiness bursts on my tongue as I greedily drink his length down, taking the full thickness deep into the back of my throat.
“Jesus, love. Your mouth is fucking heavenly.”
Bobbing up and down pulls a strangled moan from his mouth. It’s a thrill—being able to turn someone like Warner into little more than a gasping prisoner trapped by my lips. I love the power I hold over him.
Letting my tongue glide up and down the length of his shaft, I’m jerked upright by fingers tightening in my hair. Warner wrenches me free from his cock, his blown pupils watching the strands of saliva that stretch between us.
“I’m going to fill that pretty throat up if you don’t stop,” he pants, tugging on my hair. “And I’d much rather do that buried inside you.”
“Spoilsport.”
“Get your perfect backside up here, and let me see what’s mine.”
Rising from the floorboards, it’s little effort to shimmy my panties down. I climb onto the bed then spread my legs either side of Warner’s waist, bringing our naked bodies flush. His hands move to clasp my hips in a possessive hold.
Mouth lowering to attack my breasts, he sources my nipple with a swipe of his tongue. My back arches to silently plead for more. Where our bodies connect, his dick rubs across my pussy lips, creating agonising friction.
I’m powerless to stop myself from rocking back and forth, his firm steel slick from passing through my folds. The pressure is a bittersweet taunt. With a single pump, he could drive into me and satisfy us both.
“I can feel how soaked you are,” Warner murmurs deep in his throat.
“You started it.”
“Shit, we need a condom before I can’t stop myself.”
“I don’t have one,” I whine.
“Dammit… Hold on, give me a sec.”
When Warner gently pushes me off his lap, I land sideways on the bed. His heated stare remains on me as I spread my legs and begin rubbing circles over my clit, needing something to relieve the ache.
Once he’s checked his discarded clothes and spat a curse, I’m ready to shamelessly beg. I need something. Anything. He’s gotten me all worked up and pushing a finger into my wet slit isn’t cutting it.
“Don’t hate me for this,” he says then shouts, “Hyland! Get in here!”
“What makes you think he’ll have protection?”
“Here’s hoping. Feeling shy?”
Eyes narrowed, I make a point of just how bold I’m feeling by thrusting a second finger deep into my cunt. Warner swallows hard, watching me work myself over, hand pumping on repeat to stretch my entrance so it’s ready to receive him.
“Do I look like I’m shy?”
“Hyland!” he yells again, a little more frantically. “Give him a show.”
Seizing hold of my stiff nipple, I twist and flick it, limbs wriggling on the bed. When the door to the room flies open, I have the perfect view of Hyland’s face slackening in surprise on the threshold.
“Uh, hey?”
“Do you have a rubber on you?” Warner asks him, deadpan. “Our girl’s in need.”
His expression cycles through myriad emotions until he lands on amusement. “That’s what you called me in here for?”
“You’re welcome to stay,” I purr through what I hope is a sweet smile.
“I thought you two were getting some sleep.”
“She started it,” Warner grunts.
“Of that I have no doubt. She’s a fucking devil.”
“Thanks.” I flash him a toothy grin. “Are you in, or you out?”
Nostrils flaring, Hyland fishes his wallet from his jeans pocket then peers inside. He grins while plucking a foil packet out to toss in our direction.
“You owe me. I’m not some condom delivery boy.”
“Feel free to keep her top half entertained.” Warner catches the packet. “Thanks.”
As his team leader tears open the condom, Hyland clicks the door shut to maintain a thin illusion of privacy.
I have no doubt Blaine and Axel can hear everything if they’re awake.
But the downright primal look on Hyland’s face erases any tiny qualms I might have about the rest of our team hearing us.
“Come here.” I trace my tongue over my lip.
Hyland grumbles a dark curse. “I suppose I asked for a challenge.”
“You did. Don’t get cold feet on me now.”
“Wouldn’t dream of it, baby.”
He tears off his shirt, tossing it on the floor among our discarded clothing. I watch in anticipation as he unbuckles his jeans then shoves them down, exposing the intimidating bulge in his fitted boxers.
Hands seize my ankles, pulling me farther down the bed to where Warner leans on the edge with one leg. He ignores Hyland’s approach, his entire attention fixed between my spread thighs. Fuck, I can feel myself dripping with need so acute, I might combust if he doesn’t do something about it.
“Are you going to take us both, love?” The corner of his mouth quirks.
“You seem doubtful.”
“No, just curious how far this sharing kink goes. This is new territory for us.”
“Maybe for you.” Hyland rubs a hand over his straining cock. “Watch and learn how it’s done, team leader.”
I twist my head to the side so I can see him pulling his length free. His palm locks around the generous shaft, stroking up and down then feeding it deep into my awaiting mouth.
Taking Hyland’s thickness is more of a challenge than it was with Warner. He’s a little bigger, the sheer size testing the bounds of my tolerance. I blink past the burn in my throat and relax my jaw, urging him to push past my lips at his own pace.
The sight of me sucking another man off doesn’t seem to deter Warner. I can feel his fingers dancing over my waist, warmth nestled at the apex of my thighs, an inch from salvation. If it weren’t for Hyland filling me up, I’d cry out at the sudden jerk of him entering me.
“Easy,” Hyland murmurs, resting a hand on the top of my head. “You can take us both.”
His thrusts are shallow, filling my mouth then withdrawing so I can catch my breath for a brief pause. Each time he grants me a reprieve, Warner advances, jutting into my tense core with timing far too perfect to be coincidental.
I’m caught between the two men, spread open and pinned. Utterly exposed. At the mercy of their desire to use me however they see fit. Their combined touch sets my entire body alight, flushing hot and tingling.
There’s a tickle between my breasts where Warner trails his rough fingertips, pausing to tweak each nipple in turn. My back arches, skin prickling under his attention. I can’t move my head to watch, but I can feel him tracing a path lower until he locates my swollen nub.
He bears down on my clit, rubbing firm circles with just enough force to nudge me towards a free fall. I’m already wound up and over sensitised, their dual assault sends me hurtling straight into the arms of a rapid release.
“I can feel you tightening around me,” Warner hisses through his teeth. “Let go, Em. Give it up for us.”
“Is she hugging you tight?”
“Like a fucking glove.”
“Shit, that’s so hot,” Hyland mumbles.
Tidal waves of bliss rinse through me, only increased by their crude note-comparisons. The two assholes sound perfectly content, discussing my body like it’s their favourite shared toy.