Ember #2
I meet Warner’s suddenly intense gaze and smile. After being sandwiched between him and Hyland, the prospect of sharing hasn’t left my nightly dreams. Though this combination is one I hadn’t even considered possible.
“Lead the way.” Warner motions for Blaine to join us.
“Sure about that?” Blaine is focused on me.
“If you are… Phantom?”
His mouth hooks up in a sinister smirk. “Follow me.”
We climb the stairs upward, into the rafters of the old distillery. I allow Warner to tug me forwards. Not sure I’ve ever seen him so eager to follow Blaine anywhere.
Upstairs, a labyrinth of corridors are filled with more relics of the past. Nothing appears to have been touched in decades. Not until a clear path opens up between the remnants, leading to a wooden door on an ancient sliding mechanism.
“How long have you owned this place?” Warner doesn’t release my hand.
“Officially? I don’t own it at all.”
“Give it up, Blaine. I know your tricks by now.”
“Hah. It’s registered to a subsidiary of multiple nested corporations, none of them tied to the Madden empire or my father’s legacy. The last clean place left available now, I suppose.”
“You stashed people here?” I ask him.
Hefting the door aside, Blaine gestures for us to enter. “I should’ve stationed everyone here, but space is limited, and it felt too risky to all be under one roof. If I had, perhaps Raye would still be alive.”
“You can’t think like that. It isn’t fair.”
“Reality never is,” he combats.
The hidden room is a lofty, wide open space that stretches to the industrial heights of the raftered ceiling. Debris has been cleared to make way for a rickety table and chairs, while a bare-bones bed is nestled in the corner with a clear view of the only entrance and exit.
“I cleaned up in here a couple of hours ago.” Blaine absently surveys the room. “Figured it would be helpful if we’re going to stay a while.”
From the far-away look in his eyes, he’s still thinking about the last safe place he hid people in. I stride into his orbit then fling my arms around him to halt the procession of grief returning to its battlement.
Blaine staggers on his feet, balancing our weight so I can kiss him hard. I’m acutely aware of where my lips still tingle from Warner’s attention. Now Blaine’s mouth melds into mine, delivering a beat of passion that I feel all the way down to my toes.
“Stop thinking,” I demand between kisses. “Just be here with us.”
“Whatever you say, sweetheart.”
“Then take me to the bed.”
“What about your other boyfriend?” He quirks a brow.
“Trust me, he’s coming too.”
Seizing handfuls of my ass, Blaine hoists me into the air so my legs can scissor around his waist. I cling tightly to him, peppering open-mouthed pecks over his jaw and throat, all while Warner observes our tangle.
Bedsprings groan in protest where I’m peeled free and deposited on the mattress. It isn’t particularly comfortable, but right now, that doesn’t crack my list of priorities. Tearing the clothes off both men holds that honour.
Blaine stands at the edge, trailing his near-black diamonds all over me while stripping fabric over his head. I watch Warner slowly approach at his back, rubbing a hand over where his trousers have strained dramatically.
“Do we flip a coin or what?” Blaine laughs.
“Go strip her bare. I want to see all of her.”
“Since when do I take orders from you?”
Warner’s smile is downright salacious. “In the bedroom, everyone takes orders from me.”
Biting my lip, I watch Blaine’s brows reach their peak. He’s not easily surprised, but even he seems a little tentative while exposing his bulging boxers then kneeling on the bed.
“You heard the man.” He advances towards me.
“Think stripping me down is your job.”
“Only if I get to enjoy the reward after.”
Eyes rolling, I help him along by peeling off my tee to reveal the sports bra underneath. “If you want your reward, come and take it. There’s no need to be shy.”
It’s all the invitation he needs. Blaine captures my foot, tugging one shoe off at a time and attacking my leggings. For every sliver of skin revealed, he plants kisses in a downward motion, following the material until it’s torn off.
Goosebumps spread over my exposed legs and thighs. It’s not particularly warm in here, but the heat blazing from two sets of eyes is sufficient to transform my thrumming pulse into a stream of fiery lava.
Thumbs hook underneath my panties to tug them away. I’m left stark-naked and shivering. From the way Warner’s pupils dilate and Blaine swallows hard, they can see how soaked I am from their promises.
“Beautiful,” Blaine hums. “Play with yourself, Ember.”
“Isn’t that your job?”
“I’m admiring the view.”
I want to argue with him for the hell of it, but seeing their reactions as I glide my fingertips over raised skin to trace the apex of my thighs is a thrill in itself. Warner actually groans as I spread my dripping pussy lips open for their benefit, swirling the moisture with a single stroke.
“Perfect, sweetheart. Show us that pretty pussy, all wet and ready to be filled.”
“Blaine…”
“Do it now. He’s watching.”
Knowing Warner has granted his teammate this small modicum of control emboldens me to sink two fingers deep into my cunt. I toss my head back, mewling at the full intrusion.
“Now fuck yourself for us,” Warner commands.
“If you do the same, I will.”
He grins at me, sinking onto the mattress on my other side. I pump the hand between my legs while watching him unbuckle his belt and lower his trousers, freeing the promise of his generous steel.
Warner holds eye contact while wrapping a fist around his proud cock. He doesn’t seem shy even with Blaine here, raptly watching me play with my tight hole. In fact, their attention is intensely coordinated.
I widen my legs farther, teasing them both. My fingers curl where they’re tucked inside my heat, prompting my spine to arch. Touching myself is far hotter when they’re both watching the show.
“I want you to come sit on my cock, Ember.” Warner’s gaze doesn’t stray from where it’s pinned on me.
“Yes… Please.”
“You’re going to make The Phantom here watch while riding me until we both come. Understood?”
Close by, Blaine groans to himself. “Unfair.”
“Deal with it,” Warner snarls.
The testosterone sizzling in the air carries me upright, slicking two soaked digits free from my entrance. I make a point of licking up my mess while moving to straddle Warner, placing a leg on either side of his waist.
He immediately attacks my sports bra, yanking the Lycra up and over my head. As soon as the heavy weight of my breasts fall free, his palms cup each flushed mound.
“Our perfect girl.” He brushes his thumbs over my taut nipples.
With the rough material underneath my bare thighs adding a delicious contrast, I raise my hips to slide a hand downward, fastening around his dick. Warner grunts at the little squeeze I give his shaft.
“Take me, love.”
“You’re mine?” I trail a finger through the pearl of come beading at his tip.
“Yes. Every fibre of me belongs to you.”
“That’s the way I like it.”
His length easily slips inside from this angle, surging into the uppermost depths of my core. We both call out at the rush of endorphins. Waist lifting, I sink back down to take him farther, relishing the deep stretch.
Close to us, the mattress shifts where Blaine kneels. A quick glance unveils him tearing his boxers free until his sexy, tattooed body is fully revealed. I lick my lips as he begins to pump his length, never once looking away from me.
Warner’s hands release my breasts to capture my waist, guiding each shallow thrust. He’s well-placed to piston his hips upward, meeting me stroke for stroke. Our worlds collide, the oxygen shooting from my nostrils in a frenzied whine for more.
“You can touch her, Blaine,” Warner puffs out. “She isn’t going to last long.”
“Asshole,” I moan languidly.
“It’s true. I can feel you clenching around me like a damn glove.”
Sure enough, every corner of my mind and body has turned to liquified ecstasy. All the exhaustion melts away to make room for the unadulterated pleasure stampeding into each individual muscle fibre.
At the feel of body heat crowding my back, my heart beat thunders. Blaine smooths a hand down my spine, tracing the nodules before he delicately strokes my butt cheek. I’m tensed and ready for the sharp spank when it hits.
“Oh, hell! Blaine!”
“Hush, sweetheart. You should be focused on your task.”
Another hit lands on the opposing cheek, adding to the prickles racing outward. I place my hands on Warner’s chest to steady myself. The combination of their touches has a dizzying effect.
Two further strikes push me to the edge. I’m barely held upright by Warner’s cock surging into me or his grip locked around my waist. When I gasp for a breath, Blaine stretches a hand in front of me, tapping his finger on my mouth.
“Suck.”
I open up to take in his long digits, coating them in saliva.
“Good girl.”
Tingles invade my limbs, carrying acute anticipation. I know his plan. The drenched fingers pull free then part my cheeks to press against the tight ring of muscle at my backside, demanding submission. All I can do is relax into it.
“Easy, sweetheart. You’ve done this before.”
“Blaine...”
“You’re going to take us both. Just breathe and focus.”
To my shock, Warner doesn’t protest. He looks far too intrigued by the prospect while slowing his movements to grant Blaine the space to work. Caught between them, I’m left to take the fingers inching inside my rear, advancing with each breath.
The fullness is entrancing—not so overwhelming that I need to tap out, but I’m skipping towards a breaking point I didn’t know existed. When Blaine’s digits scissor inside me, a sudden precipice appears to carry me into the deep end.
“Oh, God!”
“She’s coming,” Warner grits out.
Distantly, Blaine chortles. “Really? I hadn’t noticed.”