Bet on Ecstasy (3 page)

Brock’s gaze went straight to her thighs, and his eyes flared with heat. “Stop right there, kitten.” He stood from the couch, slow like a predator ready to pounce. “I do believe some of your clothing needs to go. Don’t you, Smith?”

Two could play at this game of seduction. “Skirt off, then?”

“No, Kyra,” Smith murmured. “Entire outer layer.” His eyebrow arched in a silent challenge. “Unless you’re too shy to undress while we stay clothed.”

Both men approached her with the same controlled power and settled in front of the desk. Shyness had left her the second she signed up for this insane pact and joined the Castle Dolce Vita. One promise she’d made to herself tonight: no holding back.

The fantasy she’d always dreamed of would only happen once in her life. She’d never be so ballsy to do anything like this again. Here, she held her chance to be sexually free with two drop-dead gorgeous strangers she’d never see after tonight. That meant she’d push herself to limits she never would dream to go.

Leaning away from the desk, she steadied herself on her heels, then reached for the first button of her blouse. Smith’s gaze held hers, as Brock’s examination did a full sweep of her body, stopping on her fingers.

With leisurely slowness, she undid each button, her body heating as they watched her.

Once the garment draped open, she pulled the hem of her silk top out from her skirt. She slid herself out of the fabric, placing it behind her on the desk. Under their stares, she realized it wasn’t the act of her undressing turning her on, it was the power in the depths of their eyes.

Smith smiled. One of those
I’m about to eat you, dear
types of smiles. “You look lovely, Kyra.”

Marley had picked out Kyra’s lingerie for her tonight. The black lace balconette bra made Kyra feel sexier than she ever had in one of her push-ups.

With the aroused masculine gazes on her, Kyra drowned in confidence, and she reached back to unzip her skirt. When the garment pooled at her feet, Brock gave her a full once-over again—more than a study of her, an outright appreciation of the micro black G-string only held together by the two bows laced low on her hips, and her garter belt and stockings.

Kyra paused, glancing at them. When neither of the men said a word, she peeked at their crotches, noticing big bulges. She smiled, loving the moment of control she owned, and the sexual kitten inside purred with pleasure. “Back on the desk, then?”

Smith’s eyes darkened. The brown wasn’t so warm now, but fierce and attentive. “Yes, Kyra, get on the desk.”

Once she obliged him, pressing her bottom against the cool wood, Brock took the final step, closing the distance between them. A charming smile grazed his lips that no doubt won his way into many beds. “Widen your legs.”

She did as asked, and if it weren’t for the appreciation flaring in their eyes, she never would’ve been so bold. Their arousal fueled her bravery. Brock reached toward one bow that held her panties in place at her hip, while Smith took the other. In almost the exact moment, they pulled on the ends, and the light fabric lowered to the desk, exposing her heated flesh.

Kyra couldn’t breathe; being touched by them moistened her lower lips.

Brock removed her G-string, dropping it to join her skirt on the floor. He stared at the junction between her thighs, as did Smith. While Bella had talked Kyra into going to the spa a few days ago, the entire Brazilian wax wasn’t an option. Kyra had settled on a triangle shape of trimmed pubic hair, leaving her to feel like a woman, not a girl.

The men didn’t seem to mind her not bare, since their nostrils flared as they gazed over her mound. Then as both men glanced up the length of her body with hungry looks, something in how they watched her, in a way so ravenous, made her hot. At the same time, emotion she attempted to force away struck her hard in the chest, hitching her breath.

What is it about you two?

Kyra had never been the clingy type. She had never chased after a man. Since seeing their pictures she couldn’t get them out of her head. She’d wondered if their appeal would fade when she actually met them, but that was not the case. They consumed her.

“Let’s see to this problem of yours,” Smith murmured, raising his finger to her mouth. “Suck.”

A slow delicious heat slid low in her belly as she wrapped her lips around his thick finger. She drew his digit deep into her mouth and sucked with a hard pull. The side of his mouth curved when he withdrew his finger from between her lips, her saliva coating his skin.

Brock offered his finger next. She repeated the move, adding a little swirl of her tongue, which made him groan. Hell, she liked playing with the big boys, and these men were two very
big
boys.

Smith’s touch came first. He slid his hand up her knee and continued his journey to her inner thigh, all the while watching her. As he travelled higher she held her breath, unable to move. His gaze turned hotter, intense. “Kyra, you make me want to fuck you in every way I can.”

She found herself equally affected. Both men were made of dreams. In appearance, they were her type, athletic and handsome, but not too pretty.

Each man had a feature that melted her bones—Smith with his warm eyes, and Brock with his charming smile, which he used in full force as he placed a hand on her opposite thigh. She shivered, as for the first time after fantasizing for so long, she had two men touching her. Brock’s body temperature ran higher than Smith’s, the warmth of his skin burning straight through her.

Smith’s hand never stopped, still slow and measured, making her tremble in anticipation. Brock nudged her thigh when he reached the top of it. “Nice and wide, kitten.”

She widened her legs, craving their hands all over her. She wanted them inside her, touching her, and pleasuring her. The scents lingering in the air around her were confusing, at best. Brock smelled like citrus. Smith held a sandalwood scent. The combination of the two intoxicated her. She couldn’t decide which one to focus on, so she drowned in both.

Smith’s touch neared her lower lips, but Brock didn’t hesitate. He placed his thumb directly on her clit. Her eyes fluttered closed as he swirled the swollen bud.

The mix of Smith’s patient touches and Brock’s determined advances spun her with an incredible force. No doubt these men could turn her world upside down, and tonight, she’d happily allow it.

Brock grunted, a low primal sound, as she circled her hips in time with the movements he made on her clit. She opened her eyes, and the hot-as-hell grin he offered took a turn straight to devilish. “Fuck, you’re sexy, kitten.”

The tip of Smith’s finger teased her slick heat, and her breath whooshed from her lungs. Each swipe of his finger against her slit sent sparks of desire across her hot flesh, filling her with desperation.

She didn’t know much of anything except for the two men focused on her. The intensity in their stares became potent stimulation, driving her wild.

“Ah, now that’s a look we love.” Smith’s smirk was pure sin. “Wicked and greedy.” He slipped one finger inside, removed it to moisten another finger, then pushed both inside with slow precision.

A scorching hot shiver raced through her from head to toe. The pressure on her clit increased as Brock caressed her nub harder. She read in his superior stance he planned to win this bet. Not as if she cared. If they wanted to use her body to win some testosterone fueled contest, she’d play along.

Quivers and tingles erupted within her. Moans she couldn’t control poured from her mouth. Smith pressed his free hand against her pubic bone when his fingers shifted in and out of her with a gentleness that didn’t match such an intense man. There, in the depths of his eyes, he held a look so sure she’d orgasm, she believed him.

Perhaps she’d never been with men who cared enough, because only one ex-boyfriend had ever brought her to orgasm. Her climaxes always came from her vibrator. However, she didn’t doubt for a second if they continued to give her those heated looks, her orgasm wasn’t that far off. Brock increased the circles on her clit to include pinches and quick flicks.

These men were intent on their mission, as well as damn good at it.

“Sweetheart…” Brock leaned forward, slid his nose against her neck. She shivered under their attack of pleasure as he whispered in her ear, “You’re much more responsive than you think.”

Smith applied pressure on her pelvis, angling her bottom. He wiggled his fingers, then grinned. “We’ll call this one a tie since you’re enjoying Brock playing with your clit.” The authority in his gaze made her heart skip a beat as his voice became as soft as velvet. “The next one is all mine.”

He increased the speed of his fingers, moved in hard and deep, and her breath caught in her throat. Her fingernails bit into the desk beneath her, and she held on to the wood in a death grip, overloaded with sensations. The fast swirls on her clit from Brock, and the hard pressure building inside her pelvis from Smith, all rocked pleasure deep inside her.

Their fingers were notably different in strength and force, and she couldn’t process the contrast. The sensations brought her to a state of incoherence. Her screams became nonexistent, stuck in the haze of her confusion. Now, only pleasure in its richest and highest form assaulted her.

Low in her belly, heaviness formed, and a new need rose, one she’d never experienced. She reveled in the sensation captivating her, well aware of what awaited her.

The men drove her higher, and on the very brink of shouting
stop
, she burst wide open. Pleasure flooded her in waves she shouldn’t be able to survive. Her eyes screwed shut, and now her unleashed screams became the only sound echoing around her as two hands belonging to different men pinned her to the desk.

About the time she noticed her scratchy throat, she realized she had dropped from her climax. She discovered Smith had removed his fingers, but Brock squeezed her sex tight. The pressure against her hot flesh eased the deep contractions still vibrating through her.

“Looks like our bet won’t be an issue,” Smith stated.

He looked down at his fingers as he trailed her moisture along her inner thigh, which had never come from her body in such delicious amounts. When he removed his touch, he brought his finger to his mouth and sucked on it.

All she could do was watch him as her satiated body shockingly awakened yet again under the promise of pleasure. More so, under the touch of these men. Brock squatted in front of her and used the flat of his tongue to lick up any evidence of her climax.

By the time he reached her clit, she had become a shivering mess. She craved more of them, of their talents, and of this dirty game. “My turn,” she said, shocked by the huskiness to her voice. “Gentlemen, all your clothes need to go.”

Their answering smirks made her wonder if she’d unleashed demons, but her soul wasn’t up for grabs; they wanted to own her orgasms. With an impressive speed, shoes and socks were toed off, jackets were gone, buttons were flicked open, pants, boxers, and shirts were off, exposing beautiful masculine bodies. Smith had the body of a man who spent hours in the gym. His shoulders were wide, biceps thick, and his squared pecs demanded attention from her hands.

On a deep swallow, she turned to Brock, who had the body of a runner. Thin, trim, and all muscle mass. But the slenderness of his frame made his muscles more defined, sharper, and damn well delectable.

As her attention drifted lower, she noticed their cocks. Brock was long. Smith was thick. And both cocks were aimed toward the ceiling, hard and ready to be buried deep inside her. Lord knows, she had confidence walking through the office doors, undressing in front of them, but now… She had doubts she’d survive her first ménage experience. Maybe even had doubts she’d come out of this not emotionally wanting more. Though the promises of the greatest sex of her life, the intensity in their features, and their robust bodies that exuded strength…

A quiver danced through her. “Bring it on, boys.”

Chapter Three

Brock might’ve been stunned speechless over the woman if he wasn’t hard as a rock and ready to pump into Kyra until she writhed in pleasure. While he found her beautiful and so stunning in her lingerie, the playfulness in her personality, as well as her confidence, did more for his hard cock than her appearance.

When it came to Smith and him, women could be intimidated and usually were. He hadn’t had a past girlfriend who at first wasn’t a little vulnerable around him. Exactly why his relationships never lasted. He liked a woman who could be soft, yet held a confident twinkle her eyes. Even his lovers hadn’t had that spark, which is why they’d remained only lovers.

Kyra showed no hint of nervousness. Brock preferred a woman with a bit of a hard edge, kind, but not too soft. He liked her to be feminine, yet in a room full of men, she held her chin high. Kyra had proved in a matter of minutes she had all those traits. He found her strength and poise more alluring than her spread wide.

However, at her small smile as she pushed off the desk and slid onto her knees, he wondered if she had possibly bewitched him. His muscles tensed as he stared down at her on her knees. She crooked a finger. “Come closer.”

Brock took a step forward, as did Smith next to him. When she wrapped her hand around his shaft, Brock couldn’t restrain his groan. He tossed his head back and a deep rumble rose from his chest.

He forced himself to look at her. Kyra glanced from his cock to Smith’s. Her strokes were slow and light, playful. Brock could only assume she’d fantasized for a long time about having two cocks in her hands. And he liked how she looked when she touched him, determined to pleasure him, but enjoying the ride as much as he was.

She licked her lips before her head lifted, and her eyes had darkened. Christ, this woman
loved
having more than one cock to enjoy. Not all women did. Brock had seen some women play as if it had interested them. Some felt naughty being stuffed full by two men. But other women
needed
two men and found contentment and happiness under two hard bodies instead of one.