Carnal Compromise (19 page)

“No ‘of course’ about it,” Brent told him, sitting up. “You’re too big and rough for her first time.”

“I’m not that much bigger than you,” Joe dismissed, “and I can be nice and tender when the situation calls for it.”

Frustrated, Brent scrubbed his hands though his hair. “I feel pretty strongly about this, Joe. You need to let me take care of her first time.”

Joe sat up too. “I don’t see why. I’m more of an ass man that you are, and I’d bet I’ve had a lot more experience.”

The toilet flushed and Brent tensed, knowing they needed to settle this before she returned to the bedroom. “Joe, we both know that sooner or later you’re going to have my ass. You owe me this one.”

For a second Joe seemed to turn to stone. Then looked away. “Do you want me to leave?” he asked stiffly.

Brent rolled his eyes. “Why the hell would I want that? I
want
you to help me make this good for her. I want you to help me fulfill her fantasies like we said we would.” The sound of water running in the bathroom sink ceased, telling him they were out of time. “What about it, Joe? Are you up for it?”

It looked as if it took some effort, but Joe worked up a crafty smile. “Aren’t I always?”

Tension hung heavy in the air when AJ returned to the bedroom. Bracing herself for an abrupt end to the pleasurable evening, she shut the door behind her and leaned against it with her fists clenched behind her hips. “What’s wrong?”

“Not a thing, darlin’,” Joe told her. “What are you doin’ way over there?”

Relaxing marginally, she eyed them with suspicion as she walked slowly to the foot of the bed and climbed back up between them. “Are you sure nothing’s wrong? The air’s pretty thick in here.”

“That’s Brent,” Joe said with a wave. “Barbecue gives him gas.”

Brent nodded gravely. “Now you know
my
secret shame.”

AJ fought a snicker. “Having gas is nothing to be ashamed of,” she chided with a smile. “God knows Joe never is.”

“It’s my one musical talent,” Joe confirmed with a modest smile.

The snicker finally won. “Men are disgusting. I don’t know how I put up with you all the time.”

Brent grabbed her and pulled her down on his chest. “But you love us anyway,” he said against her lips, and she sighed as she settled into him, very much afraid he was right.

The kiss didn’t take long to blossom into a full-scale make-out session with both men, and AJ basked in the extravagance of two masculine bodies pressed close to hers and four hot hands roaming over her skin. When she reached back to pull Joe’s head toward her for a kiss, he turned her over to face him before setting his open mouth on hers.

Nibbling at her shoulder, Brent breathed, “I want your ass, Ariel.”

AJ froze, panting. The moment Mandy had prepared her for was apparently here.

“Okay.”

Brent pulled away. “Don’t move.”

She heard a drawer open and the flick of a cap opening before he settled back down behind her. Sliding his hand down her thigh, he nudged her leg up over Joe’s hip. A heartbeat later, a cool, slick finger touched her. Still a little tender and a lot nervous, she flinched, and Joe kissed her forehead.

“It’s okay,” he told her.

AJ swallowed. “I know.” But that didn’t keep her heart from trying to rabbit out of her chest when the finger edged deeper. Joe drew a hand over her rib and teased her nipple with his thumb, and she stilled it with her own hand. “Don’t try to distract me. I want to be aware of everything.”

“All right.”

“Just hold me.”

He tucked her head under his chin. “I can do that.”

“Did Mandy tell you what to expect?” Brent asked.

When she nodded, he withdrew a little and returned deeper. AJ cringed a little, mentally crossing her fingers. She’d done her best to prevent any “close encounters” but nothing was foolproof.

Then he pulled out. “Now another.” When she tensed, he said, “Remember, try to relax.”

He came back into her, thicker now and slick with more cool lube, and she whimpered. “You’re doing great, Ariel,” he murmured. “That plug really opened you up nice.”

She gulped, trying to control her breathing. “You can thank Mandy for that. She, um…prepared me and put it in.”

Joe groaned and closed his eyes like he was in pain. “I don’t suppose she filmed that?”

“God, no!” The very idea was— AJ did a double take. “Wait, she doesn’t have cameras hidden anywhere does she?”

In
Carnal Deliverance
, the heroes had secretly recorded the fulfillment of the heroine’s fantasy and presented her with it later. Personally, she would never have trusted any of them again after a stunt like that.

“No,” he chuckled. “She doesn’t do
everything
she writes in her books, though we did take a digital picture of her with all her holes stuffed that first time.”

“But we can do that if you want,” Brent murmured, sliding his fingers all the way into her bottom with one long, smooth stroke. He held there for a minute, twisting and tugging until she gasped. “I’m sure they’ve got a video camera around somewhere.”

She shot him a dark look over her shoulder. “Not just no, but hell no.”

“Some other time,” he said. “No more fingers now, honey. My cock’s a lot smoother. I’ll take my time, okay?”

When he slid out this time, she gasped again at the intense forbidden sensation and buried her face in the hot skin of Joe’s throat.

“Remember,” Joe said, his voice rumbling against her forehead. “Relax, breathe and push. That’ll get you through it.”

“Okay.”

Brent grasped her hips with sticky fingers and positioned himself against her anus, exerting pressure so slowly that she began to wonder if he’d ever go in. Keeping her eyes closed, she breathed deeply and concentrated on relaxing.

Just when it really started to burn, she felt the head of his cock pop inside.

“Okay, weird,” she panted. “This feels really weird.” A lot more weird, somehow, than the cold, hard plug had.

“Weird can be a very good thing,” Joe said.

Brent started pushing again, rocking forward and back, forward and back, and the burning grew more intense. “I don’t think this is going to work, guys,” she said in a pinched tone.

Joe kissed her temple and held her tight. “He’s in, sweetheart. Just relax and let it happen.”

She was near tears when she felt Brent snug his belly against her butt and slip his arms around her waist.

“That’s all, Ariel. You took it all,” he said, panting a little himself.

“Really?” she squeaked.

“Really.” His lips brushed her hair. “How does it feel?”

She hesitated before deciding that discretion was indeed the better part of valor. “Nice.”

He chuckled. “
Nice
as in, you need to go take the biggest dump of your life?”

Heat scorched her cheeks as she squeezed her eyes shut and giggled. “Ow, no fair making me laugh,” she scolded. “This is supposed to be serious dirty business.”

“Laughing keeps you more relaxed and open,” he informed her.

“If you say so.” She sighed. “But it does feel really dirty. I never thought I’d do this.”

“Just wait,” Joe said. “It gets dirtier.”

Before she could stiffen, Brent’s hot, slick cock glided outward and she whimpered in panic. “Oh God!”

She could hear the grin in Joe’s voice when he said, “Like I said...”

Just when she thought he was going to pull all the way out, Brent reversed course and plowed steadily back into her. She squirmed and Joe grabbed her knee, holding it against his thigh. “Easy, honey.”

Brent slid back and forth, over and over, and she gulped, her mind completely blown. She was sandwiched between two gorgeous men having her ass fucked.

She was enjoying it.

She was an anal slut.

Her pussy squeezed with intolerable longing. “Fuck me, Brent,” she gasped, scrabbling backward with her hand to find his hip.

He grunted and intensified his thrusts.

“Oh, yes,” she moaned. “More.”

Without warning, Joe reached down to rake a finger between the lips of her pussy and she cried out. “Joe!”

“Christ, her cunt is dripping,” he said roughly.

He bent his head and sucked her nipple into his mouth. At the same time, he buried his finger deep inside her vagina and pulsed it against something frightening and foreign.

“Oh, Jesus!” She pushed at his arm, clawed at it, squirming, gasping…

And then she came. Thick, hot spasms of relief tore through her, ruining her, wasting her, and the sound of her own raspy cries seemed to echo in her ears from a tremendous distance. She was gone. She’d slipped anchor and plummeted into a sensual abyss.

She was an anal slut.

Hi, I’m Ariel and I’m an anal slut.

The next thing she heard was Joe’s chuckle.

“So you’re an anal slut, huh?” he murmured, laying his damp palm on her cheek as he kissed her lips.

Blushing at the smell her own arousal on his skin, she opened her eyes and glared at him, smacking him on the arm with a weak fist. “Joe!”

“Hey, you said it, not me.”

“I did?”

“You did,” Brent confirmed against her neck.

Wow. Well, that was embarrassing.

“But we suspected as much all along,” Joe informed her with a smirk.

She punched him again, and this time she put some muscle into it. “Very funny.”

“Hey, little girl.” He stared at her intently, his eyes dilated to the darkest shade of blue she’d ever seen them. “Just how dirty do you want to be?”

AJ stared back, her gut curling in alarm and desire. “Wha—” She cleared her throat. “What do you mean?”

He leaned down and touched his forehead to hers. “Why don’t you fuck us both?”

Chapter Fifteen

AJ cleared her throat again and croaked, “Now?”

Joe smiled darkly. Damn, this was turning out to be a lot more fun than he’d imagined. The array of expressions flitting over her face was mesmerizing—from dismay to yearning to fear and shame, and then back to yearning again—and he’d have missed the whole show if Brent had let him have his way.

Brent groaned. “Okay, if the way she’s strangling my dick is any indication, she likes that idea.”

“I’m going to hell,” she said decisively.

“Don’t worry—we’ll be waiting at the door to greet you,” Joe told her, not joking in the least. Leaning back, he snagged a condom off the nightstand and ripped it open. He wanted into Ariel Jane Pender’s cunt and he wanted in now. He could imagine how tight it was with Brent up her ass, and anticipation made his hands shake a little as he suited up.

“Will it hurt?” she asked in a small voice.

“It better not,” he said firmly. “If it does, you say the word and I’ll stop.”

She nodded breathlessly. The faith in her wide blue eyes made something in his chest cramp, and for a second, he couldn’t move.
Don’t trust me so much,
he urged her silently.

“Joe, are you okay?” Brent asked.

Closing his eyes, Joe took a deep breath.
Relax and regroup. This is sex, not forever.

“Fine,” he said. He opened his eyes again and looked at AJ. “Ready?”

She reached up to smooth a lock of hair out of his eyes. “If you are,” she said softly. Dammit, she looked as worried about him as Brent did.

He gave her a sexy smile. “Honey, I’ve been ready for weeks.”

Brent slipped his palm under her thigh to pull her leg up and back, opening her completely. Scooting closer to her put Joe’s upper leg in contact with Brent’s, and it was all he could do to suppress a shudder. Once he got inside AJ, the barrier between the two of them would be almost unnoticeable. They’d fucked women together before, and at first, the intimacy of their cocks rubbing together had unnerved Brent. With AJ, Joe had a bad feeling that Brent wouldn’t be the one who was unnerved.

Dammit, he didn’t like being on the defensive.

Marshaling every ounce of his control, he laid his hand on AJ’s hip and notched his cock against her slick hole. Then he took a shuddering breath and pressed carefully.

AJ cried out when it pushed inside, closing her eyes and silently chanting,
Relax, breath, push. Relax, breathe, push.
She couldn’t control the shudders that rocked her, but she managed to accept the invasion without a struggle. Holy crap, she was actually doing this.

She should feel all kinds of nasty now, having not just a cock up her butt but one in her pussy too, but all she felt was…right. This was right, so terribly, beautifully right that she couldn’t stop the tears from seeping out of her closed eyes.

Sighing, she turned her head until she could hear the strong, fast pounding of Joe’s heart and sent up one tiny, half-formed prayer that this night would never end.

Before he was even halfway in, the sensation of being stuffed full overwhelmed her and her eyes popped open. “Wait!”

He hesitated, frowning as he squeezed her hip. “You’re crying. Does it hurt?”

“Not exactly.” She bit her lips in an agony of uncertainty. “It’s just scary.”

“Hey now, beautiful,” Brent murmured. Cupping her chin, he pulled her face around and kissed her lips softly. “We’d never let anything happen to you. Ever.”

“Wouldn’t be in our best interests,” Joe added.

She sighed, laying her head back on his chest. “Okay, then I’m good. Go.”

Without another word, Joe withdrew partway and she groaned, both at the sensation and the idea that now they’d have to start over. But it was easier the second time, and then the third. By the fifth or six, he was going all the way in and she was moving restlessly.

“Faster,” she whispered.

“Ah, that’s what I was waiting for.” Joe shifted his legs and sped up a little, sliding smoothly in and out.

Brent drew his hands up to play with her nipples. When AJ moaned, he pulled her shoulder back, twisting her at the waist, and ducked beneath her arm to capture one hard nipple between his teeth.

She gripped his neck. “Oh, oh…please.”

Joe leaned down to seize her other and she bucked hard. “Please! God, please!”

She was startled when Brent started moving in tandem with Joe. Holding her in place with their hands and their evil teeth, they withdrew together, leaving her feeling devastatingly empty, and then tunneled all the way in, filling her to bursting, over and over and over.