Beyond Jealousy (21 page)

Not that his shock lasted long. Before Rachel could do more than drag in an unsteady breath, Ace was kissing him back, licking and biting with a rough ardor that unfurled a tiny wisp of jealousy in the pit of her stomach.

It vanished in the next heartbeat, driven away by a low grunt and an answering groan that curled her toes. It wasn't fair that they could be this beautiful, that she could want them both this much.

Every way she could get them.

She slid to her knees next to them and echoed Cruz's earlier caress, easing one hand under his shirt as she skated her lips up the side of his throat, all the way to his ear. "Don't stop."

He groaned again, freeing one hand to wrap around the back of her head. He held her in place, forcing her to watch as he sank his teeth into Ace's lower lip and tugged. She gazed at their mouths, spellbound, until a flurry of movement--and a soft click--drew her attention lower.

Ace had one hand cupped around the ridge of Cruz's erection through his pants, and was unbuckling his belt with the other.

Rachel kissed the side of Cruz's throat again, then followed it with a sharp bite. "It's not just so I can watch," she whispered, "and I'm glad. I don't want you together to amuse me. I want you together because it feels good."

Cruz broke away with a hiss and dragged her head back so he could meet her eyes. "I told you to sit on the bed."

Her heart stuttered--until she realized there was no trace of anger or disappointment in his voice, only pleasure. Desire. "You did. I guess I got greedy."

He licked her lower lip, nipped it with just enough force to sting. "You don't have to disobey. Ace is going to spank you either way."

"I know." She laid her hand on his cheek and smiled. "But I like it when you growl."

His eyes gleamed. "You can watch me be a little rough with Ace. Or you can stay, and I'll be a little rough with both of you."

"You don't want me back on the bed?"

He twisted his hand, and her hair pulled tight, riding the edge of pain. "I want you to pick the one you want," he said, voice low and serious.

A clear exit, a way out--just in case. But Rachel didn't want it. "I'll stay." She dropped her hand to cover Ace's, gripping his fingers as well as Cruz's belt. "Right here."

He made that noise again--the one that wasn't quite a growl or a groan but made her shudder to her toes--and then he was kissing her, every bit as forcefully as he had Ace, with all the pent-up passion only the two of them could unleash in him.

And Ace knew. Rachel could feel it in the way his hand trembled beneath hers, the way he shifted his grip so
he
was holding
her
, and then his mouth was on her, too. Her shoulder, her collarbone, his tongue tracing meandering patterns until Cruz guided his head down.

Ace's stubble rasped over her nipple, followed by the softness of his lower lip and then his tongue, and Rachel's brain shorted out. She jerked her mouth away from Cruz's and hissed in a breath when he pulled her back, sliding his tongue between her lips to stroke hers.

His belt was hanging open, his jeans half undone, and she slipped her hand inside. He was hard, straining against the denim, and she wrapped her fingers around his length.

Cruz drew back, his teeth scraping her lower lip as he released her. "It's time to give her something sparkly, Ace."

Ace broke away, and Rachel stared up at Cruz, unmoving. "Was this his idea or yours?"

The corner of his mouth kicked up. "Ace has a thousand dirty ideas, but I pick when and how."

It was that simple, need converging until there could be nothing but pleasure. The three of them, each wanting what the others could give.

Or take.

She tightened her grip, and Cruz shuddered, thrusting into her hand. His gaze fixed on her mouth again, and there could be no doubts about the path of his thoughts.

He voiced the command anyway, using that implacable hand at the back of her head to guide her down. "On your hands and knees. I want your mouth, and Ace needs your ass."

"For something sparkly?" She murmured the words against Cruz's tight abdomen, more to feel his muscles flex at the warmth of her breath than to ask any real question.
What
didn't matter. She'd take anything, because Ace would never hurt her, not unless she wanted him to.

Cruz's cock nestled between her breasts, and she grinned up at him as she leaned lower. Lower, until she could run her tongue down the underside of his shaft without looking away. He shuddered, his hips jerking before he regained his perfect control.

It was Ace who answered her, returning to walk his fingers down her spine before landing a teasing, openhanded slap on her ass. "Cruz has himself a dirty little fantasy, angel, but you'll have to work up to it."

"What kind of fantasy?"

"You know what kind." Ace smoothed his hand over her stinging skin before dipping lower. His fingers stroked between her legs, over her pussy, eliciting another shudder. "The kind where you're riding both of our cocks at the same time."

She squeezed her hand tight around Cruz's dick. It pulsed under her touch, and she swallowed a moan. "I could do it now." Barely a lie, and it wouldn't be one for long, not when she was sandwiched between them, every inch of skin touching theirs, inside and out.

"No." Cruz's voice was rough, but the fingers at the back of her head were gentle. "Tonight, you're going to take what Ace gives you. What I let him give you. Do you trust me?"

"With every breath."

Cruz folded his free hand around hers, guiding it up his shaft. "Then spread your legs wider. Ace?"

"On it." The teasing touch of his fingers vanished. Something else took their place, something cool. Hard. It stroked between her pussy lips and down to graze her clit. "We'll start you off easy. This isn't too big, though it might feel that way when it's nestled in your ass and you're riding Cruz."

A plug. She craned her head far enough to see the flash of silver in his hand a moment before it centered on her ass. It slid over her skin, slippery and warming rapidly, and he pushed it into her, slowly but firmly.

She told herself to breathe, but everything shuddered to a halt as the plug breached tight rings of muscle, unyielding and way too fucking big because she'd never done this before, never--

The discomfort melted into a shock of pleasure that raced up her spine. It dragged a stunned moan out of her burning lungs as the plug settled into place, heavy and foreign.

"There you go." Ace rubbed her hip with one hand and cupped her pussy with the other. "Talk to me, Rae."

She opened her mouth, but all that came out was another moan, this one pleading. Cruz tilted her head back and studied her with dark eyes. "You're all right, aren't you?"

Words didn't exist for how she felt, but she tried anyway. "It'll never be enough."

"I know." He pressed the slick head of his cock against her lips, tracing it from one corner to the other before rumbling another of those implacable commands. "Open for me."

Yes.
She licked him again, this time in a slow circle around the crown, and closed her mouth around him. He shuddered and pushed deeper--not fast or rough, but steady, with his hand on her head to hold her in place as he pumped in and out.

Warmth blanketed her. Ace, leaning over her, his skin hot on hers and his jeans a taunting abrasion against the backs of her thighs. He braced one arm on the floor next to hers as his mouth brushed her ear. "Put your hand on mine. If something gets too intense, you squeeze three times. Understand?"

She slid her hand over his, wondering dizzily what they had planned, what could be so intense that she might need an out. Then Cruz tightened his hand, rolling his hips forward with enough force to thrust all the way to the back of her throat.

She gagged, caught off-guard not only by the suddenness of it, but by the way he shuddered then groaned when she didn't try to pull away.

Ace echoed the noise, his breath hot on her ear. "I've told him a hundred times that there's nothing civilized about a good fuck. Only what gets everyone horny."

God,
horny
didn't come close. It was such a weak word for the ache that left her wet and fidgeting, bucking toward the hand that Ace dipped down over her hip.

Then his fingers made contact, and he hissed as he spread her pussy lips wide and pumped one finger into her. "If everyone feels good, nothing's bad. Not wanting it, not doing it... And you feel good, don't you?"

She had to pull back, just enough to breathe, and she squeezed Ace's hand, careful to do it slowly and only once, so they wouldn't stop.

They couldn't ever stop.

Cruz let her catch her breath before surging forward again. "So beautiful," he ground out, rocking back and forth, in and out. Fucking her mouth, each glide a little rougher, a little deeper. "You take everything I give you, so sweet and perfect."

For the first time, he didn't seem to be fighting it, just falling into her. And it was a gift--him giving them his control, if only for a while--so she sucked harder, followed him when he would have backed off to give her space and air.

All unspoken, but as loud and plain as she could make it without shouting--
more
.

"Tilt her head back," Ace said. Cruz did, guiding her with the fingers twisted in her hair, and Ace hummed his approval against her cheek.

She could see his face like this, his eyes. They blazed as he thrust forward again, the new angle easing his way. Cruz groaned helplessly as her lips stretched around the base of his shaft, and she swallowed him, desperate to keep him as deep as she could, until her need for oxygen trumped her need for him.

Maybe it never would.

He took the choice from her, pulling back to give her time to gasp in a breath, and then he was back, just as deep, only this time Ace drove two fingers into her, curling both with a low noise. "Do you feel it? How fucking tight you are when your ass is mine?"

His knuckles bumped against the back wall of her vagina with every stroke, shifting the metal buried in her ass. So full, but not full enough. Not yet. She clenched around his fingers and squeezed his hand again, her eyes locked with Cruz's.

He dragged her head back, his chest heaving. "Tell him what you want."

An impossible task. What she wanted was what she
had
, Cruz and Ace and this moment, forever. But needs? Oh, she had those. "I need to come. Please."

He nodded and guided her upright. "Turn around."

She obeyed, gasping when the change in position shifted the plug again. The wide, flanged end still outside her body felt odd, and she wiggled as she settled on her hands and knees once more.

It left her staring up at Ace's smug, lazy smile. "You like this too much," she whispered, matching his expression with a smile of her own.

"Like you don't." He traced her smile with one slippery fingertip before ducking his head to lick her lips.

"Not at all." She chased his mouth and bit him. "I love it."

Ace laughed and kissed her, teasing his tongue over hers as Cruz stroked the head of his cock between her pussy lips. He felt bigger than ever, poised against her, and Ace pulled back to grip her chin. "Look at me while he fucks that gorgeous cock all the way into you."

He'd spoken of intensity before. This defined the word, having Cruz, huge and hard as steel, ready to thrust into her as she gazed into Ace's eyes, eyes that could see through anyone, anytime. "I think I'm gonna come," she confessed.

Ace didn't look away. "Can she, brother?"

Cruz gripped her hip hard and pushed inside. Not far, an inch or two at most, and it still made her legs shake. "She fucking well better."

Harsh words. Demanding ones. Rachel gritted her teeth and leaned against Ace, nestling her face in the crook of his neck. "You know how big he is," she said. "How full I'm going to be."

"I know." It was his turn to sink his fingers into her hair. They were different from Cruz's, long and clever, weaving between the disheveled strands. He cradled her with both hands, coaxing her head back up with his thumbs on her jaw. "No hiding it from me."

She met his eyes again, but couldn't resist teasing him. "Why not? You want to know how good this feels?" She lowered her voice to a purr. "Try it sometime."

But Ace only smiled, his gaze flicking up briefly. To Cruz, whose fingers clenched as Ace replied. "Oh, I plan on it."

Rachel's heart stuttered. "Can I watch?"

"Maybe." He lowered his lips, until they were almost touching hers. "Might be hard, though, if I'm inside you, fucking you while he fucks me. All of us fucking each other."

Cruz bit off a curse. His hips surged, driving his cock into her and driving her mouth against Ace's. They crashed together, the three of them connected by passion, by pleasure. By this craving that nothing seemed to sate.

It splintered through Rachel, igniting every nerve ending. She clung to Ace, her arms around his neck, her bare skin slip-sliding over his with every one of Cruz's rough, insistent thrusts.

Ace bit her lip, freeing one hand from her hair to reach down her body. He was the only thing keeping her in place, holding her up while Cruz slammed deeper with a hoarse sound. No words, not this time, just animal sounds as he lifted her hips and fucked her harder.

But Ace had the words. He always did. He fingered her clit, pushing her higher with slick little circles. "Just like that, angel. Come on that beautiful cock. Show him that you like to be taken."

"I love it." Her nails bit into his shoulder, his neck, as the first waves of hot, clenching ecstasy washed through her, bathing her in fire. "I love you--"

He swallowed the rest of her sentence, his kiss frantic, wild. Not like he was trying to muffle the words, but like he was trying to steal them, lick them off her tongue and make them real.

But nothing had ever been
more
real. Every second of pain and laughter and longing had been leading her here, to this moment, and she embraced it. She slid her fingers into Ace's hair and held tight, even as she reached back with her free hand to cover Cruz's, and she clung to them both as pleasure swept her away.