Deviant Knights (6 page)

He lowered his head and captured her lips with
his own, softly at first, gauging her desire.
 
The kiss quickly became heated, her hands sliding up his chest to wrap
around his neck.
 
She pulled him closer,
and he slid his tongue along the seam of her mouth.
 
Once she opened to him, he stormed in,
tasting every inch of her he could.
 
His
hands slid around to her back and pulled her into his embrace.

“My turn.”
 
Gabriel reached in to pull
her face toward his, stealing the next kiss.
 
He was greedy, pulling her into his lap and sliding his hand under the
edge of her cocktail dress.
 

Not to be outdone, Michel slid to the floor, crouching
on his knees before her.
 
He pushed the
dress to her waist, showing off the black lace lingerie she wore
underneath.
 
His fingers slid along the
edges of her garters, his cock swelling further and growing incredibly
hard.
 
Lingerie on a woman was his
weakness, and she was a woman of good taste.
 
Drawing his fingers along the edges of her panties, he poked one just along
the side and slid it through her wetness.

She was hot and ready.
 
He groaned with the satisfaction of her
responsive body.
 
Looking up, he saw that
Gabriel had twisted her in his lap so she faced outward, her back to his
front.
 
He still kissed her, his hands
lowering her dress to expose the matching black lace bra she wore.
 
As Michel fell between her thighs to sample
the flesh exposed near her panties, Gabriel gathered her buxom breasts in his
hands, plumping the firm globes.

Michel pulled her panties aside ever so slightly
and tasted heaven.

****

Gabriel looked down her body and watched Michel
sample her.
 
His blood thrummed in his
ears, envy and sensuality warring inside him.
 
Yes, they’d shared women before, but this one was different.
 
She made him feel more than his numbed soul
had in a long time.
 
She was full of
verve, and he wanted to bask in her glow.
 
He couldn’t recall the last time anything had made him feel
jealous.
 
In fact, he couldn’t recall the
last time anything had really made him feel at all.
 
She had to be his and his alone.

But she’d made her choice.
 
And if this was the only way he’d have her,
to share her with his best friend, then so be it.
 
There was no way he would allow her to escape
from his life, just because he was being obstinate.
  

Gabriel watched Michel tasting her as he moved
his mouth to her slender neck.
 
He slid
the
demi
cups of her bra down, exposing her rosy nipples.
 
Tightly peaked, her breasts were beautiful,
perfect for a man to feast upon.
 
He
slowly moved to lay her onto the seat and joined Michel on the floor so he
could taste her as well.

Lounging on the kid leather seat, she arched her
body, a feline-
esque
movement of satisfaction.
 
She was thoroughly enjoying their attentions
and he found that he loved her responsiveness.
 
Michel ripped her panties from her and she jerked, her closed eyes
opening in surprise.
 
She soon closed
them as Michel sucked her clit into his mouth, his hands massaging the folds of
her wet, pink pussy.
 
Her cream coated
the shaved lips of her sex, shining for both of them to see.

Kissing her once more before moving to her
breasts, he took a nipple deep into his mouth, suckling it thoroughly.
 
She tasted of vanilla, the same scent he
smelled upon her skin, and he grasped the globe and seized it ravenously.
 
He wasn’t sure if the answering moan of
delight was for him or the man betwixt her thighs.
 

Her hand moved between his legs. She fondled him
through his dress slacks, bringing a groan from his lips.
 
She loosened the button and unzipped him,
then reached between the layers of fabric to palm his length in her hot, little
hand.
 
He caught her eye as he tasted the
other nipple, her hand firmly pulling along his erection.

“You owe me satisfaction tonight.”
 
Her husky words were music to his ears.
 

“And why is that,
querida
?”

“I’ve awoken frustrated and incomplete for two
years.
 
I deserve some fulfillment.”

“Si,
querida
, that
you do.
 
And
you will have it tonight, over and over again.
 
As many times as your body will allow.”

The car came to an abrupt stop and Gabriel felt
like screaming to the heavens as the motor turned off.
 
The chauffeur did not open the doors: he was
too well trained.
 
He’d been in Michel’s
employ for over twenty years.
 
He was
bright, didn’t ask questions, his training too good.
 
Both men rose and began to cover her body
with her dress, moving her to a seated position.

“Why are you stopping?”
 
Her lower lip stuck out just enough to
officially consider it a pout.
 
Gabriel
smiled.
 

“We’ve arrived at my penthouse.
 
You need to be clothed in order to be very
naked upstairs,” Michel answered.
 

Gabriel zippered his pants and as Michel opened the
door, the trio moved quickly from the car, through the lobby and into the
elevator.
 
Her lust-laden eyes bounced
around the opulent foyer as Michel hit the button for his floor.
 
Once inside, Michel typed a pass code into
the numeric keyboard and off they went.
 
The ride to the top floor was filled with more heated kisses and
caresses.
 
Gabriel felt like a teenager
again, impatient both to get her inside and to get inside her.

Chapter Five

Once the car stopped on Michel’s floor, the door
opened wide to an expansive marbled foyer and the most incredible
windowscape
of Manhattan
Kadence
had ever seen.
 
Masterpieces graced the
dark, rich, fabric-covered walls and the French antique tables were covered
with pieces from throughout history.
 
She
almost felt as though she was in a museum, but there was a hominess that she
wouldn’t find in a stuffy gallery.

She was so out of her element with these
two.
 
They were rich, worldly.
 
She was a small farm-town girl from
Ohio
who’d come to the
big city to find her future.
  
But
tonight was about illusions.
 
And fantasies.
 
She’d
pretend she fit into their world, have her fill, and walk away in the morning
light.
 
She’d hold on to these memories
for the rest of her life.

Before she could step too far into the space, a
set of hands captured her hips and brought her against a hard cock.
 
Dampness still coated her inner thighs, and
she felt another swell of fluid at the reminder of where they’d left off.

“
Querida
, you look so
lovely in that dress, but I think it would look even better on the floor.”
 
Gabriel’s whispered words caused a tremble to
run down her spine.
 
He reached for the
edges of her dress and pulled it over her head.
 
She lifted her arms to allow it and her wrists were captured above her
head once the garment was gone.

She stood there in just her garters, hose, and
bra, the
demi
cups still lowered to expose her
hardened peaks.
 
Feeling more sensual in
that moment than any other in her life, she arched her back, reveling in the
sensation.
 
Thoughts of self-consciousness
whispered on the edges of her mind, but the champagne effectively kept it at
bay.
 
There was something incredibly dark
and naughty about having her hands bound, and it excited her.
 
Her nipples throbbed as he held her tight and
a moan escaped her lips.

“Do you like that?
 
To have your hands bound?”
 
Gabriel whispered into her ear as Michel
moved before her, rubbing his cock through his pants, already having shed his
suit jacket.
 
She wondered if his cock
was as large as Gabriel’s had been.
 
When
she’d had his enormous length in her hand, she’d been scared for a moment,
unsure if a man that large could fit inside her.
 
But she was more than willing to try, the
thought of him spreading her open enough to make her burn.

“Gabriel, I think she just may have a submissive
streak and we should explore it,
oui
?”

“Si, mi amigo.
 
I think this one wants to
fly.
 
We need to make sure we control
that need, direct it.”

Gabriel led her down a darkened hall and into a
bedroom she assumed was Michel’s.
 
They
led her to a spot in the center of the spacious room and stopped.
 
She surveyed the interior, the rich velvets
and brocades somehow fitting for him.
 
Wide windows allowed moonlight to stream in, and a light in an
ensuite
bathroom filtered in as well.
 
No other light filled the space, and she jumped
when she felt them both close her in.
 
Michel took her mouth as Gabriel released her hands around the back of
his neck, the silent instruction to keep them aloft not lost on her.

Her Spaniard’s tongue burned a path along her
neck as he captured her breasts, tweaking the nipples.
 
She felt the back of Michel’s hand graze
against her
mons
just before she heard a zipper
release.
 
His pants dropped to the floor
and he backed away to remove his jacket and shirt.
 
Even in the low light, she was amazed at what
she saw.
 
His cock was at least as large
as Gabriel’s, if not thicker.
 
He was
also firm in all the right places, heavily muscled and fit.
 

Self-confidence wavering, she thought to the
roundness of her body, sobered by the belief they would not find her as
appealing as she found them.
 
Would they
find her lacking?

“Why do you stiffen?
 
Do you have second thoughts about this
night?”
 
Gabriel whispered into her
ears.
 
Michel paused, his steps faltering
as he heard Gabriel’s question.

“You are both firm.
 
Fit.
 
I
am not.”

Michel scoffed.
 
“You are as a woman should be.
 
Suppleness and curves.
 
Men are hard, warriors.
 
Women are
the soft place for them to seek solace.”

He had stepped into her as he spoke, lowering
his head to seize her lips once more,
his
hardness
seeking solace in her.
 
She melted
against them both, feeling spineless.

“You’re
magnífico
.
 
Never think otherwise.”
 
Gabriel stepped back and unleashed her bra,
letting her arms down to remove the lace.
 
She stood in Michel’s arms, nude but for her garters, stockings, and
heels.
 
Gabriel quickly disrobed behind
her and stepped back into her, his hardened cock pressing into her back.

Michel led her to his massive custom bed.
 
She was sure she’d never seen its equal in
size.
 
He lifted her to the edge and she
backed to the center as both men charged for her from either side.
 
Gabriel guided her to her hands and knees,
her ass high in the air.
 
He sat before
her and guided her head to his cock, while Michel began to lick her exposed
pussy, his hands sliding into her channel.
 
She moaned at the sensation and reached with one hand to grasp Gabriel’s
cock at the root.

She licked the head, tasting the beaded drop of
pre-cum from the slit, his musky flavor sliding over her tongue. His head fell
back as she sucked the bulbous head between her lips, her hands sliding up and
down the thick mass, pumping his flesh.
 
She couldn’t close her hands around his girth, but nearly so, enough to
give him pleasure.
 
Or so his taut body
and groans told her.