Beyond Pain (20 page)

No, an outsider wouldn't recognize how much tenderness accompanied every rough caress any more than they could understand the sort of gift Six had offered Bren. Here, now, she was trusting him to take her, to give her pleasure she'd never considered possible. To indulge her fantasies and her body's very real needs, all at once.

He stripped off her shirt and laid her on the couch, facing the others, before stretching out behind her. Sweat had begun to pearl on her skin, and he relished the heat as he pulled her hair aside and licked the back of her neck.

It had to be even hotter up on the dais, under the lights. Rachel's skin gleamed, damp and flushed, as Lex ran a hand down the front of her throat. "You burn so bright, honey. Next time, we'll fuck you in front of mirrors so you can see the show, too."

Rachel moaned, and Six shivered again. That seemed to get to her the most, not only Dallas's dirty words but the noises torn from Rachel against her will, sounds of pure, helpless pleasure.

"Close your eyes," Bren whispered. "Don't look. Listen."

Her hand slipped back, nails scratching over his hip, but her eyelashes drifted lower until they were dark smudges against her cheeks. "You have to tell me what they're doing."

"If you're quiet, you can hear them." He lifted her leg up to rest on his, opening her to his touch. "The grunts, the moans, even the little sounds they don't have words for."

She tilted her head, straining toward the stage as Dallas landed a playful slap on Rachel's hip. Six squirmed at the crack of an open palm on flesh, rubbing back against Bren's cock as if seeking relief.

He stilled her hips with one firm hand. "Rachel's so turned on her thighs are wet. Can you hear him fucking her?"

Six bobbed her head in a jerky nod, but he caught the gentle flutter of her lashes.

She was peeking.

Bren dug his fingernails into her skin, just for a moment, and made her wait, untouched, while he unbuttoned his pants.

She squeezed her eyes shut once more. "Where's your gag when you need it, huh?"

"If you can't stay quiet, I'll cover your mouth again." He didn't need to feel her skin turn hotter to know she'd like it. She'd come hard before, shuddering in his arms, but he'd make her come harder before he finished with her.

He eased his pants down just far enough. Six liked contrasts, the starker the better, and there was nothing else as blunt as rough denim on sensitive skin. She shivered as he rubbed his cock against her ass and turned his gaze back to the couch on the dais.

Dallas had stopped teasing and started
fucking
, and it had Lex squirming on the cushions. She wrapped her hands around Rachel's waist, urging her back into a low bend that canted her hips before his next deep thrust.

"Fuck!" The word ripped free of Rachel on a shudder, and her hands slipped on the back of the couch. She wound up pressed against Lex, her face buried in her neck.

Lex hissed a curse. "Harder, shit."

At first, Bren thought she was talking to Dallas, but then she gripped the back of Rachel's head, and the look on her face sent a bolt of heat rocketing to his cock.

He wrapped his fingers loosely around Six's throat. "Rachel's biting Lex, trying to keep from screaming."

She swallowed before whispering, "Are you jealous?"

"Of what, the pain?" He flexed his hips, sliding his cock between her open legs to nudge her pussy.

Groaning, she twisted, fighting his grip in an attempt to writhe closer to him. "Inside," she whimpered instead of answering. "Please, Bren, just be
inside
me."

"Like this?" He pushed between her inner lips, gritting his teeth against the need to drive into her, to sheathe himself fully in the hungry, wet clasp of her body.

"
Bren
." She slapped her hand over her mouth almost as soon as his name escaped, as if the trio on stage was likely to hear over their own noises.

He didn't start slow. Instead, he plunged into her in time with Dallas's next thrust, trusting that the visual combined with the sensation would drive her higher. Harder.

She went a little wild, her cry muffled behind his hand. Her hips bucked, and she was so tight, squeezing down around him like she might be close to coming again.

He rolled her beneath him and pinned her there, her cheek pressed to the cushion so she could watch as Lex slid her hand between Rachel's thighs.

"Fuck yeah," Dallas growled, catching Rachel under the shoulders. He hauled her body up, trapping her with a hand across her throat and the other anchoring her hips. "You want Lex to let you come, sweetheart? You want her to suck your sweet little clit?"

"Please." Rachel ground out the word. "Please, let me--"

"Shh, no begging." Lex licked a circle around Rachel's navel. She eased up and did it again, this time around one of her nipples, coaxing it to an even tighter peak. Then she stretched up on her knees, high enough to lick the corner of Dallas's mouth.

He caught her in a kiss, rough and wild. Dallas ended it with her lower lip between his teeth, and he growled as he released her. "She's been such a sweet girl, Lex." He tilted Rachel's face up to his. "Time to reward her."

"I know." Lex licked her way back down--neck, tits, hip--before sliding to the floor at her feet.

The first touch of Lex's tongue made Rachel jerk in Dallas's arms, though her sharp cry was lost to his mouth. Then it was his turn to groan, and Bren knew Lex was licking his cock, teasing him with quick flicks at the root of his shaft.

Six knew it, too. She clenched around him, but Bren held her still. Trapped, though she didn't struggle or fight against him. Her body was pliant beneath his, warm and soft and as relaxed as he'd ever felt her, even as she clutched at the couch.

Watch.
Bren almost said it aloud, but he didn't have to tell her. She was spellbound, her gaze riveted to the scene before her, to the helpless ecstasy they could almost taste in the air.

Lex's nails flashed, black and gold, as she stroked a hand over Rachel's hip and up to Dallas's wrist. A fleeting touch, half a heartbeat before he clenched his jaw, and from the look of sheer determination on the man's face, he was fighting a swift battle for the self-control not to ride the orgasm Rachel couldn't even vocalize yet.

But when she did, the cries from before paled, quiet and reserved, next to the way she screamed and bucked and scratched, pulling Lex's hair and leaving welts on Dallas's arms. She was surrounded by them, caught between the hard thrust of cock and the soft, sinuous heat of tongue.

And she fucking loved it.

Six was squirming again, tiny furtive movements that pushed her ass up and drew Bren deeper inside her. She was trying to get a hand beneath her to toy with her clit, so he dragged both arms over her head and pinned them there. Then he eased his free hand beneath her and gave her what she wanted, fingers moving in a quick, rough circle.

That was all it took. She turned her face into her arm, muffling her cry as she came on his cock in shuddering spasms that rocked her slight body.

Not yet.
He pulled free before he could give in to the lure of her pussy convulsing around his dick and spun her to face him. "Look at me, sweetness."

It took forever for her eyelids to flutter open. Her gaze was dreamy and unfocused, but it still slid toward the stage with the next cry, as if she couldn't help herself.

Rachel slumped to the couch in Lex's arms, her chest heaving and her hair damp with sweat. Dallas dropped beside them, murmuring in Lex's ear and caressing them both as Rachel recovered.

A furrow crinkled Six's brow, confusion mirrored in her still-dazed eyes as she shifted her attention back to Bren. "They stopped. You stopped."

"Not for long. Just a minute, so everyone can catch their breath."

The furrow deepened as she shifted her hips. "It doesn't hurt you?"

His shaft was still slick, and the smooth glide tightened his balls. "Don't worry about my dick. It'll be back inside you soon enough."

"Oh." Smiling, she touched his lips. "Good. I like you there."

He echoed the gesture, tracing her smile with his thumb before pushing it between her lips. Her gaze stayed locked on his, so open, so
trusting
, as she swirled her tongue around the tip and then sucked.

His cock twitched, and he thrust his thumb deeper with a groan. Her cheeks hollowed out, and she bobbed her head, her eyes all but daring him not to imagine pushing something else between her lips.

He couldn't stop.

Bren straightened. "On the floor, Six. Now."

She slipped from the couch and hit the floor on her knees, her hair a wild tumble around her shoulders. "I won't be able to see."

"I will." He sat and stretched out his legs, caging her between them. "Got a real good view from here."

Her breath caught, and she slid her hands up his legs, pausing hesitantly on his thighs. She wet her lips and stared at his cock. "Tell me you want my mouth."

He took his erection in hand and pumped it slowly from base to tip, just to see her lick her lips again, to watch that pink flash of tongue and imagine it on his aching cock. "I want you to take it this time," he whispered. "Fuck me with your mouth. Show me how good it is."

Almost shyly, she slid her hand over his, working her fingers between his until he could feel the contrast, the soft warmth of her skin alternating with the rougher brush of his. Her breasts rubbed against the coarse denim he still wore as she leaned in and closed her lips around the crown.

A voice broke through the buzz of pleasure in his ears. "Six and Bren are out there." Lex looked mellow under the harsh lights, relaxed as she toyed with Rachel's hair. "Think they're fucking yet?"

Rachel answered in a low, satisfied purr. "I hope so."

Six tongued his piercings, exploring the ends of each barbell as Dallas's laughter rang out. "Not even stone-cold Bren Donnelly could keep his pants on through you coming, sweetheart. Tell her how good she looked, Lexie."

"Like an angel."

Rachel's back stiffened, but after a moment she kissed Lex's open mouth. "Show's not over, though. Is it?"

"Not yet," Dallas agreed. "Do you wanna help me fuck her?"

That quickly, the fire returned, burning in Rachel's eyes. "Show me what to do."

Dallas silently swept Lex up, and Bren had to clear his throat before describing the scene to Six. "He's laying Lex out. Pushing her legs up for Rachel to hold."

Six hummed her approval, her tongue vibrating delicately against the sensitive underside of his cock before she sucked him deeper.

"Fucking hell." Bren bit his tongue. "Again."

She slid up slowly, her gaze locked to his, and repeated the entire thing over again. The sucking, the humming, the way her hand squeezed his and her eyes danced with mischief and newfound power.

Words. He dragged his gaze back to the dais. "Dallas is in his favorite place--between Lex's thighs. But I think Rachel gets off on it, too. On pinning her down."

Lex whimpered as she tried to wiggle free, and then moaned as Rachel held on so tight she left red marks on the woman's golden skin. Dallas pushed deep, fucking fast and hard from the first stroke, his face a mask of tortured intensity.

Rachel stretched out on the other end of the couch, keeping her face close to Lex's as she held on to her legs and spoke, low and satisfied. "You were right. He can fuck you so deep it feels like you'll never stop coming."

The words drove a moan from Lex's throat, and Rachel soothed her with a teasing lick to the lips--but she didn't stop with her mouth. Instead, she kept exploring, drawing a wet path down past Lex's collarbone to her breasts.

Rapt, Bren watched as she sucked one rigid, peaked nipple between her teeth. It should have looked lazy, like Rachel was entertaining herself while Dallas drove Lex closer and closer to orgasm.

But no, her hands on Lex's thighs trembled, and an aroused flush colored her cheeks. She was as invested in this pleasure as she had been in her own.

As invested as Six was in sucking Bren's dick, in taking tiny caresses and building them to a blinding crescendo.

He reached down to tangle his fingers in her dark hair and pulled her head up. "You've seen Lex come," he rasped.

Breathing heavily, she nodded. Laughed. "Everyone has."

"Then look." He turned her face with one rough hand on her chin. "What do you see?"

"She's close." Six swallowed. "God, she's so close. Her skin's all flushed, she's tense, I think she's biting the hell out of Dallas's hand. We both like to bite something when we come."

"But he just started." Bren hauled Six into his lap and bit her ear. "You think she got off that hard on fucking Rachel?"

Six squirmed. "I got off that hard watching."

He slid back inside her, angling her hips for maximum friction. "Can you come before she does?"

"I don't--" She shifted, shuddered, and tilted her head back. "You can make me if you want to. I know you can."

"But can you take it?" He ran his hands down to her thighs and rubbed his thumbs over her bare skin. "Ride me."

She hesitated until he slapped a hand against her hip, and then she was moving, the strong muscles of her thighs working as she rose and fell, taking him deep and hard and frantic.

It shot through him like a shock, but a string of curses drew his attention back to the trio on the other couch. Lex arched and writhed, pinned down now not only by Rachel but by Dallas's hand around her throat. Caged and wild--and on the verge of an explosive orgasm.

No time for Six to find her rhythm and ride him to completion. Bren gripped her hips and held her suspended above him. She made a single noise of protest that turned to sheer pleasure as he drove up into her, pumping his hips in thrust after desperate thrust.

She came with a cry everyone must have heard, not just a cry but his name, broken and desperate. He fucked her through it, fucked her until the tight, rhythmic clench of her pussy drew him over the edge, too.

The room blurred, everything but the thump of Six's heart as he hauled her close for his last frenzied thrusts. Nothing touched him but her. It had been true for months, but never so much as here, now, when she'd given him so much.