Bad in Bed (16 page)

Both men stood there in all their magnificent
glory. Ethan was taller, more broad shouldered than Marco, but Marco was all
lean muscle and slightly darker skinned.

Viva la difference
, she thought headily.

Ethan planted his feet and folded his arms,
looking down at her with mock displeasure. “Punishment,” he decided and pursed
his lips as he nodded. “We need to make sure it fits the crime.”

Marco mirrored Ethan’s stance. “We could take
turns eating her.”

“No. She enjoys that too much. That responsive
pussy, remember?”

Marco nodded.

Fascinated, and hugely tuned on, Amber rested
on her elbows and glanced from one to the other of them, her bottom lip caught
between her teeth. She loved that Ethan was pretending to be cross with her,
loved also the betraying softness in his eyes that told her he would never
truly hurt her, at least not physically.

“Maybe we could start by making her spread her
legs.”

“Nah. She’d like that, too.” Ethan cupped his
chin with his thumb and forefinger, stroking it. “There’s only one thing for
it.”

He moved around the bed and sat next to her. He
flipped her over until she was face down. Then he pulled her hips, bringing her
legs over his lap until she lay on her stomach, her ass sticking up into the
air.

She heard Marco laugh softly. “Yeah. I like
that. She has a great ass. You need to spank it hard.”

Oh hell. Amber felt her pussy clench and her
breath catch. She’d never been spanked before.

Ethan’s first contact made her jump and she
gave out a little mewl of surprise. It stung, but wasn’t altogether unpleasant,
especially as she could feel Ethan’s thick erection jerk against her stomach.

 
His
second slap was harder, sharper.

“Oww!”

He eased himself out from beneath her, then
flipped her until she lay on her back spread-eagled across the bed. Ethan eased
himself above her, kissed her hard. Then he moved to the top of the bed. “Come
here.”

Amber crawled to him, her backside tingling,
and let him position her between his legs. Semi-supine, she felt Ethan’s hard
length press into her back. He stretched his arms down, hooking them beneath
Amber’s thighs and drawing her knees up and out.

Marco crawled onto the bed and kneeled between
Amber’s legs. He was hard, his erection standing proud against his flat
stomach. “I want some of that,” he drawled, brushing his fingers along the
inside of her thighs. “Shit. Do I ever.”

“Help yourself.”

Since Ethan’s reply was a little scratchy,
gruff, Amber slid her gaze to meet his. His eyes were dark, predatory slits
almost covered by heavy lust-filled lids. He smiled at her, then lowered his
head to cover her mouth with his.

At that moment, Marco’s tongue slid into her
pussy, and she heard Ethan’s low growl as he caught her open mouthed gasp with
the heat of his lips. Neither man released her from their punishing assault on
her body, and Amber had never felt more female, more wanton, and more desired
in her entire existence.

The feeling was electrifying and she reached
her hands towards Ethan’s hips wanting the connection to his hot slick flesh
and, she realized, his heart.

She wriggled against him, loving the feel of
his pulsing erection against her ass.

Marco drew back and Amber wanted to moan at the
loss of him at her wet core.

Seconds later, Ethan broke the kiss, and this
time she complained with a moan.

As Marco sat back on his heels he glanced at
Ethan, who nodded an unspoken reply.

Amber glanced between the two of them, aware
that again she wasn’t party to the silent language they shared.

When Ethan reached out to the bedside cabinet
and pulled out the drawer, she understood completely. A flutter of nerves
danced through her, even as her pussy throbbed with anticipation.

Ethan tossed the foil packet to Marco who
caught it easily in one hand. With his eyes on Amber, he placed the packet
between his teeth and ripped.

Amber felt Ethan’s hard length throb and she
squeezed his hips.

He released her legs and placed his palm on her
chin, tilting her head until she was looking up into his questioning gaze.
“Okay?”

She swallowed, aware that he was not only
checking on her but requesting she reply to his unspoken question. Was she okay
that Marco was about to fuck her. “Yes.”

He kissed her, then wrapped his arms around her
waist before looking back at his friend and giving the briefest of nods.

Marco rolled on the condom, slid his hands
under Amber’s ass and lifted her hips. The head of his cock nudged her pussy
and she gasped, instinctively drawing her legs together.

“It’s okay, gorgeous,” Ethan murmured beside
her. “Relax and let him fuck you. I want to watch you come, want you to know
how hot you make me, how fucking hot you make us both.”

Ethan’s words were both a fiery blast and a salving
balm to her nerves. All she had to do was what he said. Relax. Hell, she really
wanted to. She really wanted this. She wanted to please Ethan, wanted to please
Marco. Most of all she wanted to please herself, wanted to allow herself to
experience all of it.

Being with Ethan she had started to unlock
parts of herself that had been denied, parts that had lay dormant until she’d
felt his touch. No longer did she want to play it safe, let other people’s
opinions stipulate how she felt about herself and how she lived her life. She
wanted Ethan, so badly it made her heart ache, and right now she wanted Marco.

She placed her hands over Ethan’s. As she made
contact, he turned his palms and linked their fingers, squeezed. “That’s it,”
he crooned as she relaxed her knees and spread her legs once more. “Let Marco
have you, baby. Just this once.”

Just this once
. The possessive tone underlying his
words made Amber’s heart soar. She loved that he wanted her all to himself
after this one time with Marco joining them. So this one time she would give
her all to Marco; for herself and for Ethan. For them all.
Just this once
.

Marco pressed into her and she tensed at the
unexpected depth of his invasion. She’d anticipated that he’d take it slowly,
but as she held her breath he pushed home.

“Shit. You’re so damn hot,
bella
, I can’t take it slow.” Marco gasped out the words between
snatched breaths, then he began to rock his hips, small shallow thrusts that
had Amber matching his gasps, rocking her hips to meet him.

Ethan’s deep breaths rasped in her ear, his
encouraging groans inspiring her to move faster, moan deeper.

She was putting on a show for him, she realized
beneath the gathering of her own erotic pleasure. She knew how turned on he was
watching her being screwed by another man.

Hell. Who would have thought that she could
spin two amazingly hot men to such erotic heights? Turn them on to such an
extent she could inspire the groans and heavy panting filling the bedroom?

She felt amazing. Wild. Reckless.

As Marco’s thrusts grew harder, deeper, she
reached overhead and twined her arms around Ethan’s neck. Then as his hands
found her breasts, she arched up into him. As she continued to rock her pelvis
to match Marco’s power, Ethan slid one hand down to her pussy.

He pushed two fingers through her entrance and
found her clit. With determined stealth he worked her as Marco continued to
thrust into her.

Her eyes started to blur, her head began to
swim and she knew that a cataclysmic orgasm was about to rage through her body.

She tensed, holding still as sensation gathered
to a peak and she erupted up and over the edge of oblivion. She felt Marco
spurt into the condom as Ethan’s hard length pushed into her back.

Marco held himself still above her as she collapsed
back against Ethan. Slowly, Marco withdrew, staring down at her with those
dark, lazy eyes as he tried to control his breathing. “Amazing,
bella mia
. I felt you come seconds
before I lost it.”

Still lost in sensation, all Amber could do was
flutter him a smile.

“You okay?” Ethan’s voice held the tension of a
man still on the edge of a sensual precipice and through her foggy haze of
thoughts she appreciated that he had still to climax.

As Marco scrambled off the bed and headed for
the bathroom, Amber shifted until she was half turned to face Ethan. “I’m fine,
but you’re not.”

He sucked in a long breath as Amber straddled
him and slid her fingertips along the hard length of his cock. “Keep doing that
and I’m improving by the second.”

Moments ago she’d wanted to curl into Ethan’s
side and close her eyes to drift into a contented doze, but as she looked into
his hooded eyes, watched his muscular chest heave as he tried to get in oxygen,
her body came alive again and heat moved between her legs. “Oh, I intend to do
more than that, lover.”

* * * *

Ethan’s breath caught as she grinned down at
him like a lusty alley cat intent on sexual mischief. Her green eyes shone with
wicked allure, her nimble fingers skimming his cock with the expertise of a
seasoned wench in some backroom sex club.

Shit. He was a lucky man.

He reached up to her, fondling her breasts as
he tried to push away the image of Marco pounding into her. Fuck. He didn’t
know how he felt about it now that they were alone, but hell, it seemed to have
shoved Amber’s self image up into the stratosphere, which was the whole point
of the exercise. Or at least part of it.

Her fingers tightened around his cock, her
movement fluid as she stroked his length up to the head and back again to his
balls.

Ethan’s eyes rolled back in his head as she
lightly fingered his balls hitting exactly the right spot on the underside of
his cock. Stars exploded beneath his closed eyelids. “Shit, green eyes. Where
did you learn that?”

She gave a soft laugh as she gyrated her pelvis
so that her pussy brushed his hard length. “I’m just going with the flow.” Her
eyes were bright with sinful intentions as she licked her lower lip, drawing
her tongue slowly along her plump mouth. “Do you like it?”

Fuck to hell and back. Did he like it?

He might have lost consciousness for a moment
as she bent and licked the hot cum already escaping his head, but he gave
himself a mental shake, wanting to watch her wicked tongue as it descended the
length of his cock.

She took her own sweet time and when he
couldn’t stand it any longer he reached for her and pulled her over his hot
raging body to kiss those evil lips.

He grabbed her ass, pulling her against his
cock until she gasped. “Not so smug now, are you?” he ground out as she settled
against his erection.

She anchored her hands either side of his chest
until she could look down at him. Her lips drew into a disappointed pout. “Not
fair. You get to do what you want with me, yet you won’t let me return the
compliment.”

With his hands still on her ass, he rotated her
hips so her hot pussy massaged his raging cock. “Not sure I could survive your
type of compliment.”

He loved the way her eyes flashed with delight
and her pouting mouth morphed into a victorious smile. Releasing his hands, he
let her shift to straddle him again.

Ah yes, he might have lost the battle but he’d
won the war. The war against her lack of confidence, distress about what she
considered her physical failings, the memories of the cruel insinuations from
people who should know better. He saw in her eyes, in her countenance, that
they were forgotten as she reveled in her ability to drive him wild.

As she positioned herself at his hips, her soft
ass brushing the inside of his thighs as she sank down, he heard Marco come
back into the room.

A towel wrapped around his waist, Marco went to
the drawer and picked up a foil packet. “You want this?” he asked Amber,
holding it out.

She smiled that cat smile at Marco as she
reached out and took the packet from him before returning her gaze to Ethan. As
Marco had done, she ripped the packet open with her teeth.

Hazily, Ethan wondered if she could have taken
any longer to roll the damn condom on his cock and by the time he was suited
and she raised herself over him, he was panting like an out of shape runner at
the end of a marathon.

Vaguely aware that Marco had settled into the
chair next to the bed to watch the show, Ethan grabbed Amber’s hips as she
started to lower herself onto his hot, pulsing cock.

She rocked her hips slowly, seductively, her
breasts pushing out like full, delicate orbs of temptation.

Ethan sucked in a breath as she took him in.
Slowly, too fucking slowly. He thrust his hips up, trying to get fully inside
her, but she jerked up and away from him.

“You have to learn a little patience, lover.”
She gave a slow, knowing grin as she parodied his accusation back to him.
“Otherwise, I’ll have to teach you the hard way.”