A Question of Trust (6 page)

He pumped his fingers into her a little faster, shaking her senses.

“And separately. One of you inside me while the other watches.” She hadn’t even known she wanted this until she said it aloud, but now she knew it to be the truth.

Precome spilled onto the tip of his cock and she licked her lips. “Will it make you hot, baby, me watching, while Connor fucks you?”

She nodded on a long groan and eyed his dick.

“You want to suck my cock, baby?”

More liquid spilled out, coating his tip. Boy, did she ever. She loved the taste of him, the musky salt of his come. Loved the feel of him, the satiny smoothness of his skin stretched taught over his thick erection. “
Yes
.”

“While Connor fucks your pussy?”

“
Yesssss
.”

He plunged his fingers in a little deeper and pushed her over the edge. She came with thoughts of Gabe and Connor fucking her at the same time. And of them fucking her separately, one while the other watched, and she cried out as sharp blasts of delight tore through her.

Gabe pumped his dick a little harder, and even as the orgasmic shudders continued, Maddie shuffled backwards, leaned over, and dragged her tongue over the tip of his penis. She could not wait another second to taste him.

***

Connor stared out of the window, the light from the moon reflecting over the waters of Coogee Beach. He’d given her time to retreat, to gather her wits about her. Given her a chance to assimilate what their kiss had meant. He’d also used the last ten minutes to get his own head sorted out.

He’d intended for the kiss to be a greeting. An introduction to the world of Connor and Gabe. Instead it had been a crash course in losing his heart. The instant he’d tasted her sweet lips, licked her wet tongue, he’d fallen. Hard. Flirting with her over dinner was fun, provocative. Kissing her was life changing.

Connor rolled his eyes.

Whatever the hell that meant. He didn’t want to ponder the workings of his heart right now. He wanted to find Gabe’s girl.

I’m coming after you, Madeline Jones.

He walked towards Gabe’s room.

I’m coming now.

Gabe was there, he knew. Not playing pool like he’d intimated. Anticipation tightened his stomach. Would Maddie invite him in—or slam the door in his face?

He paused outside the room, adjusted his shirt so it covered his aching dick, and then opened the door. The sight that greeted him almost brought him to his knees. It would have sent any other man running, but Connor was not any other man.

Gabe knelt naked on the bed, his head thrown back, his mouth open. Crouched before him, on all fours, was Maddie. Her face was nestled in Gabe’s lap, her head bobbed up and down. Her clothes were scattered on the floor and her bare butt stuck up prettily in the air, facing him.

The scent of sex permeated the air.

Connor’s tortured lungs searched for oxygen. Christ, hadn’t he been able to breathe just a few seconds ago?

Maddie had a perfect backside. Her ass was round and plump. Not skinny or scrawny or muscular, but soft and inviting and feminine. Connor clenched his fists at his side, repressing the need to run his palms over all that womanly flesh. He drew in a shuddery mouthful of air, groaning in frustration when it did not reach his chest.

Gabe lifted his head at the sound and found Connor watching them. Their gazes met and held. Gabe hid nothing. His expression was open, intense, and Connor raised an eyebrow. Gabe smiled the smile of an alpha male. Dominant, triumphant and confident.

Connor returned his grin with equal conviction. Maddie seemed oblivious to his presence.

In a tender move, Gabe scooped up handfuls of Maddie’s hair and bunched it on top of her head, giving Connor the tiniest glimpse of her lips wrapped around Gabe’s dick. Fuck, he’d commit murder just to have that mouth on his cock.

“Is this what you want, baby?” Gabe asked Maddie. “Just you and me in the room together like this?”

Maddie muttered something unintelligible.

Gabe glanced at Connor. “Or would you prefer it if Connor stood behind you, watching as you sucked my cock?”

Her low moan reverberated straight through to Connor’s spine. Maddie shifted, then squeezed her legs together and moaned again.

“Thinking of Connor watching us makes you wet, baby.” Gabe’s eyes glinted. “Doesn’t it?”

Maddie gasped. She shifted again, and this time drew her legs apart, affording Connor a most enticing view. Hidden between the soft flesh of her thighs was her pussy. It was pink and pretty and puffy—and drenched. As he watched, a trickle of cream slid down her inner thigh.

Connor did not move an inch. Not one single inch. He stood where he was, rooted to the ground.

Maddie released Gabe’s cock with a wet pop. She lifted her head and looked up at Gabe. “Yes. It makes me wet.” She licked his shaft, from the very bottom all the way up to the very top.

Gabe’s jaw clenched and he swallowed.

She pulled back. “But not as wet as the thought of him watching me fuck you does.” Another trickle of moisture down her thigh corroborated her words.

Connor leaned back hard against the wall. The soft thud echoed through his ears.

Gabe nodded and reached for a condom. “Do it, baby,” he urged as he sheathed himself. “Fuck me, while Connor watches.”

Still on all fours, with her butt perched in the air, Maddie twisted her neck to look at Connor.

Holy fuck
. She’d known he was there all along. He could see it in her eyes, in the sinuous way she looked at him, in her heavy-lidded gaze. She’d deliberately opened her legs, deliberately shown him what thoughts of him did to her.

Maddie ran her tongue over her lower lip, then drew the same lip into her mouth with her front teeth. Connor felt it in his dick, felt the scrape of her teeth over his tip and he bit his cheek hard.

The impulse to reach out to her was overwhelming. The need to crouch behind her and bury his face between her cheeks almost choked him. He checked his actions, forcing himself to relax against the wall instead. Maddie might be turned on by the idea of her and Gabe doing it while Connor watched, but she had nothing on him. He wanted to watch her fucking his friend almost as much as he wanted to slide his own dick into her slick, wet pussy.

Maddie turned away from Connor. She pushed herself onto her knees and gave Gabe her full attention, leaning forward to kiss him. As their mouth met, Gabe drew his hands around Maddie’s hips and then down over her butt, drawing her cheeks apart, offering Connor another look. Then Gabe slipped a finger inside her.

Maddie let out a strangled cry and Gabe slipped another finger in. Connor could not tear his gaze away. He watched as his friend drew his hand down then pushed it back up again, clearly saw his fingers disappear into Maddie’s body.

Fuck, his jeans suddenly shrunk two sizes. Connor loosened the button and fly. He had no intention of touching himself, but if he continued like this, within the tight stricture of his pants, he’d lose the ability to ever perform again.

Gabe fucked Maddie with his fingers, while Maddie wrapped her arms around his neck and continued kissing him. Her juices streamed from her pussy, down over Gabe’s hand.

Shite, the woman was responsive. She threw herself into the act with no reserve. It didn’t take long before Maddie gasped. Tremors wracked her body and Gabe’s hand stilled—trapped, Connor imagined, in the tight clenching of Maddie’s vagina. Then her head dropped to Gabe’s shoulder and she sat panting, Gabe holding her weight.

He whispered into her ear, loud enough for Connor to hear. “Do it, baby. Now. While I watch Connor watching you as you come on my dick.”

She nodded then and swiveled around languidly. Her face was flushed, her lips full and swollen. Her hair was a mess of tangled honey. Connor couldn’t drag his gaze away.

He watched as she pushed up high on her knees and straddled Gabe’s lap, her back to his chest. He watched as she reached down and grabbed Gabe’s cock, positioning it just so. And he watched as gradually she lowered herself down onto him, her hips pushing lower, her pussy welcoming his cock, inch by slow inch until Gabe was buried deep, deep inside her.

“Oh, Christ,” Gabe gasped. “Jesus, you are so fucking wet, baby. So slick. So hot.”

Connor cursed under his breath. Was this the same woman who had sworn at him for putting her in this—what had she called it—untenable situation? Was this wanton, sexual being the same woman he’d kissed in the living room?

Damn straight it was. He’d known all along she would be like this. His instinct had told him she was ripe and ready for a lot more than just the old classic missionary position. What his gut hadn’t told him was that he’d be ready for so much more. That watching her and Gabe would never be enough. That even joining them would not touch sides. His gut had not told him right from the start that with Maddie he would want everything.

Maddie caught his gaze and held it. Her pupils had dilated in her hazel-green eyes, like tiny black pinpricks of desire. Without wavering, she rocked on Gabe who thrust back up to meet her. Then she did it again and again, and Gabe matched her at every turn.

Gabe placed his hands on her sides, framing her breasts for Connor. Connor nodded appreciatively, watching as they jiggled up and down in time with Maddie’s movements. Her breasts were like the rest of her, full and plump and rosy. Her nipples were swollen and distended, and Christ, they looked good enough to eat.

“Look at his eyes, baby,” Gabe said to her. “He can’t take them off you.”

Maddie watched Connor staring at her breasts. She gave him a shrewd smile, grabbed Gabe’s hands and used them to cover his view. Gabe shaped his palms to the curve of her breasts and rolled her nipples between his fingers.

Maddie whimpered.

Connor thought about the queen. And his dog. And the pressing need to either accept the job offer or get back to the obscene amount of work piling up on his desk. None of it made a damn’s worth of difference to his throbbing penis or his aching head. Fuck, she was Gabe’s. He’d found her first. No, Gabe would not resent sharing her, but he wouldn’t give her up. Not for Connor. He’d be a freaking lunatic to give up Maddie.

Gabe must have seen something in his expression because he raised an eyebrow.

He placed his mouth close to Maddie’s ear. “If you won’t share your breasts with Connor, at least give him something else to watch, baby. Something good.”

The little witch. She actually had the audacity to smile again—and run her tongue over her upper lip.

“Keep your eyes open, Connor,” she whispered. “You don’t want to miss this.”

Yeah, right. As if Connor had even considered that an option. Someone would have to stitch his eyelids together to prevent him from looking now.

Maddie lifted herself a little higher so that Gabe slipped out of her. She took his cock in one hand and stroked it against her pussy lips, over and over again. Then she dropped her other hand into her lap and rubbed her clit.

“Ahhh!” The sound escaped from Connor’s mouth before he even realized he’d made it. Drops of precome leaked from his dick.

Maddie’s eyes closed as a look of rapture crossed her face. She called out Gabe’s name, arched her body and used his dick to manipulate her clit. Just like that a fresh set of shudders rocked her body.

Fu-uck
. Connor thought he might lose it completely without even touching himself.

She kept on, first slapping Gabe’s cock against her swollen nub, and then rubbing it there in tiny circles, coming all the while. Gabe grit his teeth. Strain showed on his face. He closed his eyes and grimaced.

When finally Maddie’s hands stilled, and her head flopped forward, Gabe let out a fierce oath. He released her breasts and grabbed her hips, slamming her back down on his cock. Without giving her a chance to catch her breath he began to fuck her, driving himself into her over and over again.

The blood left Connor’s body and drained to his groin.

Maddie screamed, once, then twice and came again. It took Connor’s oxygen-depleted brain several seconds to comprehend that she was screaming his name, and not Gabe’s.

Gabe gave one final mighty thrust, then froze. He roared as his body bucked upwards, straining into Maddie’s. Connor beat his fist against the wall, desperate for the pain, for anything to dampen his own need for release.

Then Gabe collapsed backward. He pulled Maddie’s still shuddering form down with him, exposing her pulsing pussy as it clamped repeatedly around Gabe’s cock. He wrapped his arms around her and held her through the last few moments of her violent orgasm, until at last, Maddie lay shivering and panting on Gabe’s chest, the pair of them sated and exhausted from their coupling.

Connor gave the wall one last mighty thump, turned around and limped from their room. Thank God he’d undone his jeans earlier, because time was not on his side. The second he was in his own room he hauled his dick out of his pants and pumped it. Once, twice and he blew. Spurt after spurt of come shot up into his shirt and onto his stomach.

This time he’d provided his own relief.