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“On,” he pronounced thoughtfully, reaching out to tuck his
hand between her legs. Alaina jumped at the touch and groaned in renewed desire
as Zayne slid one knee between her legs and spread them wider, giving Ryan
greater access. He took it, spreading her flesh and tucking one thick finger
deep inside her cunt, never once taking his eyes from her face as he gauged her
reaction.

Alaina trembled as he withdrew before taking a second finger
and adding it with the first while his thumb drew lazy circles around her
swollen and sensitive clit.

In the meantime Zayne trapped both her wrists between their
bodies, freeing up his hands to torture her breasts, pulling and pinching her
nipples until they grew hard as pebbled stone—sending waves of agonized
pleasure up her spine and causing her to shake like a leaf blown in the wind.

Each man looked different. They smelled different. And
Alaina wondered how different they would taste and if she had the nerve to beg
them to let her kneel and take them into her mouth, one at a time.

The thought took its toll. Already too near the point of
orgasm, Alaina cried out in warning and Ryan understood her failing control,
clamping his fingers hard enough around her clit that she gasped at the
unexpected rush of pain.

He removed his hand with a disappointed shake of his head.
“Too soon for you to find release.”

“Agreed,” Zayne growled behind her back, smacking his hand
hard against her thigh.

Biting back a sting of tears that she had so disappointed
them, Alaina’s knees gave out and she fell to the floor when Zayne released
her. But she quickly regained her composure when she saw the bulges that
threatened to rip through both men’s pants. One for each, she thought in
satisfaction as she rose to her knees, running a hand along each man’s
erection, reveling in the power as she heard their combined intake of breaths.

But which should she undress first? What would get her
punished and what would get her praised? Giving Ryan a questioning look she
waited for his command but he remained stubbornly stoic, leaving her to make
her own decision.

It was Zayne who saved her, bending low to whisper in her
ear, “Master first. I will sit back and enjoy the show—for now.” With that, he
retrieved his champagne in one elegant hand and moved back to his chair.

Beyond grateful, Alaina vowed to give the architect the ride
of his life before she turned her full attention to Ryan. Knowing Zayne watched
made her exquisitely aware of her every move. She wanted him to think her
capable, well-trained and able to handle whatever she was asked—or told—to do.
It didn’t matter now. She was already so turned-on she felt like Cleopatra or
Helen of Troy, both women so desirable they changed the course of the world forever.

She caught sight of herself in the full-length mirror, her
mask the only splash of color in the otherwise singular scale of gray, and she
thought she looked as wanton as she felt, her skin as smooth as polished marble
and her body lush and ready for the taking.

Ryan grabbed her hair and yanked, bringing her attention
forcefully back to the task at hand. Before she could move to take off his belt
he’d already unbuckled it and the button of his pants, his fingers slowly
lowering his zipper as he pulled her head to the mass of his cock.

She pulled down his briefs with her teeth, using her hands
to remove his pants until he was bared before her, his erection more impressive
than she remembered. So he was getting off on the novelty of having another watch
their play.

She took Ryan slowly between her lips, making certain Zayne
could see every inch she swallowed, glancing at him occasionally so he
understood she intended to give him the same treatment in full and equal
measure. Ryan growled in warning as he noticed her attention had wandered, but
when Alaina sucked him in deeper he purred his pleasure instead, as if finally
giving in to the inevitability of the moment.

 

All too soon, Ryan felt the orgasm rearing its head. With
unsteady hands, he pulled Alaina’s mouth away and turned her to face Zayne. His
fists clenched in futile rage as she crawled across the floor to where Zayne
waited, all too ready for her delicate touch.

Standing there, his dick so hard it could cut through glass,
Ryan watched Alaina pleasure Zayne with her mouth and wondered what in the hell
he’d been thinking when he’d agreed to this cock-assed plan.

A part of him had been thrilled that his friend had
suggested the encounter. It was the first time Zayne had shown interest in any
woman since his wife had been killed in Iraq nearly five years before and Ryan
knew the man had grieved almost to the point of no return. That he had wanted
to share Alaina, however, had been a thing he’d had to consider most carefully.

Now as jealousy burned its bitter way into his heart, Ryan
was forced to admit he cared for the woman far more than he’d liked to believe.
And he’d only just regained her trust, a trust he would never again take for
granted.

He’d enjoyed being with her as she worked in the garden,
tending to the plants with her delicate hands. The physical activity of digging
up the roots and hauling out the rocks that had lodged in the dirt had given
him something to take his mind off his obsessive need to succeed.

He’d also found a calm satisfaction in helping Zayne come to
terms with his life but the sight of the other man’s cock lodged deep inside
his woman’s throat made him want to pull an Othello and strangle them both. And
after Zayne had found his release, Ryan would take Alaina unmercifully,
effectively wiping the thought of any other man forever from her mind.

Finally, when Ryan thought he would burst from the pressure,
Zayne opened his eyes and nodded toward the bed.

Ryan agreed, moving to sweep Alaina up in his arms as he
carried her across the room. Her cheeks were flushed and her mouth was a
perfect red pout, one that he had the sudden urge to make his own. He’d never
kissed her before but now he could not deny the urge to taste her lips, muffle
her screams with his mouth as she came.

Tossing her on the bed in pretended aloofness he grabbed her
knees and spread her legs wide so both men could see the swollen lips of her
cunt, her clit a knot of rosy flesh waiting to be tortured.

When Zayne raised a brow in question Ryan motioned him to
kneel between Alaina’s legs and take her with his tongue. The other man
willingly complied, pushing her knees to pin them on the bed as he bit his way
up the inside of one thigh.

Alaina bucked as Zayne’s tongue found its way into her body,
arching her breasts so temptingly high Ryan bent his head and sucked one nipple
into his own mouth, forgetting to even chastise her when her arms snaked around
his head and pulled him closer. He reveled in the strength of her desire,
enjoyed every whimper and cry as he mouthed his way up her neck, his fingers
continuing to pluck her nipples until she shook her head as if begging him to
stop.

In response he pinched them harder, fascinated by the way
she trembled and tried to adjust as he forced her to the edge.

He knew every time Zayne’s tongue drove home, the rhythm
growing in both intensity and duration. And when he knew she was poised on the
very brink of orgasm, he knew he had to see her face. “Take off the mask,
Alaina,” he ordered.

Her fingers trembled as she reached around to untie the
lacings and when she had removed the barrier and tossed it across the bed, he
captured her mouth with his, driving his own tongue deep inside. At that moment
he was lost, as he heard her cry out his name for the very first time.

 

Alaina was beyond thought, beyond reason as the experience
of being taken by two men brought her to a world of pleasure she’d never known
existed. She felt wild and wicked beyond her most fevered imaginings and as
awed as Sleeping Beauty being woken with a kiss, when she felt Ryan’s mouth
descend on hers.

In some ways it was the most intimate thing he’d ever done
and she hadn’t realized how much she’d missed kissing him until he’d decided to
break the ban. It didn’t matter that her mask was gone. She no longer needed
its anonymous protection.

Ryan would keep her safe and grounded.

She clung to him as she felt herself spinning out of
control, his solid mass an anchor that held her safe while the waves of
pleasure rose higher and higher.

Zayne’s tongue thrummed across her clit while his elegant
fingers drove high into her cunt, over and over until she felt the pressure
building to a point where she thought she would surely pass out from the
pleasure. And Ryan’s mouth on hers caused an agony of emotion to tremble in her
stomach.

“No, please,” she heard herself beg as he pulled his lips
away, but he smiled to show he had no intention of leaving her for long as he
motioned to Zayne.

“Take her now,” he said in a voice so raspy she could barely
make out the words. “Do it now or I swear I will kill you, you bastard, before
the night is through.”

Zayne snickered in reply but he moved to grab a condom and
lube from the nightstand before he repositioned himself between her legs,
sliding his cock into her aching sex. He was big—nearly as big as Ryan—and
Alaina couldn’t hold back her gasp of surprise at the way he filled her, the
muscles of her cunt clamping around his length as he pulled back and drove into
her once more.

She caught a glimpse of the pleasure on his face before Ryan
bent his head to kiss her again, his hand sleeking down the length of her body
until his fingers tightened around her clit, rubbing the oversensitive bud
until Alaina felt the first dark jolt of release. But Ryan refused to let her
come so quickly, removing his hand to slap her thigh, her jerk of pain driving
Zayne even farther inside her.

“God damn it,” Ryan swore, dragging his mouth away as he
turned to glare at Zayne and snatching the lube. “Turn her over while I take
her in the ass. But don’t you dare kiss her,” he added in a tone that bordered
on violence.

“Agreed.” Zayne lowered himself until their bodies were
melded almost as one. “Will you like that, little one, to feel us both inside
you at once? Something you’ve never done before, hmmm?”

Before she could form a coherent reply Zayne rolled over,
taking her with him until she was positioned on top, his cock never once
slipping out of place. Anticipation mixed with dread as she felt Ryan move
behind her while Zayne grabbed her knees and pulled them alongside his chest,
spreading her cheeks for Ryan’s invasion.

She’d never had him fully take her ass before, no matter how
much he’d threatened the deed—and she was torn between the need to beg him to
stop and the even greater need to give him whatever he demanded.

Alaina tensed when she heard the rip of the foil packet as Ryan
rolled on a condom and then slathered lube on it. And even expecting his coming
action she cried out in shock when she felt him breach her ass, the tight ring
of muscle clamping like a vise around his lubed fingers.

“That’s right,” he praised her as she tried to relax. His
other hand snaked around her waist to find her clit once more while Zayne
turned his attention to her breasts, stroking them with gentle fingers. She
could feel his need to move beneath her and admired his control as he waited
for her to accept them both.

What was she doing? How would she manage to take them both?

Suddenly, she felt Ryan snug the head of his cock between
her cheeks, the massive slab of muscle poised to break her ass wide open.
“Remember your safeword,” he gritted into her ear, grabbing her thighs in hands
as strong as stone as he began to tunnel into the puckered opening, stretching
her so far she swore he’d break her in two.

And it was too much, too intense, the pain enough to make
her flinch and try to break away but there were hands on her breasts and hands
in her hair, a long finger reaching down to rub her clit and she screamed and
fought and begged them to stop, that she could not take it, that she would
never survive the assault—but not once did she even come close to saying
peppermint.

And then he was all the way inside her. She could feel the
weight of his balls against her legs and Zayne was stuffing his cock into her
cunt. The pain was morphing into an all-too-familiar pleasure, her body
stiffening as the orgasm began and both men were urging her to let go and come.
And then the wave of pleasure took her, so strong she could barely gasp out a
breath, her body shaking so hard it took both men to hold her as her muscles
clenched and fisted their cocks. They thrust into her a final time, praising
her courage and the way she had pleased them.

Then when it was over and she could not move a muscle, they
moved her and held her between them. Ryan slipped his tongue into her mouth
while Zayne flicked his along her battered clit, bringing her to another
release so strong she swore they were angels fallen from heaven on a mission to
indulge her every sinful pleasure.

* * * * *

Sometime later Zayne took her hand and brought it to his
lips. “Thank you,” he said simply. “I have been alone for a very long time.”
His voice held such sorrow Alaina longed to wrap her arms around him and tell
him it would be all right, he was not alone, he had her and he had Ryan, both
of them steady friends he could rely on.

And she wanted to tell him she knew what had caused him such
pain, a pain he kept hidden so far beneath the surface it never appeared in the
harsh light of day.

But she understood it was forbidden to ever speak to him of
this moment—that tomorrow when they met at work they would go about their
business as they had so many days before, both pretending this night had never
happened.

He sat up quietly, gathering his clothes and slipping them
on before he crossed the room, giving her a last look of longing before closing
the door between them forever.

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