Inked (Tattoos and Leather) (8 page)

But that would be later. For now he and Nick would tease her, show her only a taste of what they had in store for her.

She sucked him and swirled her tongue over his length and his eyes almost crossed. She was amazing.

Sean’s gut told him that Megan was everything he and Nick had been looking for. They’d seen her watch them when they’d been in the corporate office. The shyness in her eyes had made Sean’s cock harden on more than one occasion and he’d had to hold his tablet over his lap so that she couldn’t see that she was affecting him. He was pretty sure that Nick had felt the same discomfort.

“Your freckles are adorable.” Sean traced the finger of his free hand over the freckles across the bridge of her nose as he pumped his hips. He clenched her silky hair tighter in his fist. The dark red highlights shone in the stage lighting.

It felt so good, so damned good as he felt her hot mouth. The way she sucked him—
damn
.

An orgasm hovered on the edge of his consciousness. He fought it off. He wasn’t ready to come yet.

Nick picked a heart-shaped leather paddle off of the table. Megan had her eyes on Sean and didn’t notice until Nick swatted her ass with the paddle.

Megan’s eyes widened but she didn’t make a sound. Nick paddled her again and again but she still made no noise. Sean was damned proud of her. She was taking everything they’d been dishing out to her. She could take more, he was sure of it.

“That’s our naughty girl.” Sean’s toes nearly curled at the feel of her hot mouth as she took his cock to the back of her throat. Her head moved with every strike of the paddle, adding to the incredible feelings. He worked to keep his voice steady, to show that he was in control. “You will be so beautiful between us f—” He cut himself off from saying “forever.” Instead he said, “When we fuck you.”

Megan made a sound that sounded like a purr and the sensation vibrated throughout him.

He could tell that Megan wanted to come. Her ass was nicely pink from Nick’s swats. Every time the paddle connected with her ass, she looked like she was filled with a need that was going to drive her out of her mind.

Sean felt his orgasm rushing toward him. He couldn’t stop it from coming anymore. “Swallow every drop, Megan,” he said, his jaw tight, his voice strained. “Every drop.”

His gritted his teeth, holding back a shout as his orgasm exploded inside him. He didn’t want to let Megan know how much she affected him. Not yet.

Sensation throbbed in his groin as she continued to suck him. His body reverberated with every throb.

He pulled his cock out of her mouth and she looked up at him, the innocent look on her features almost undoing him.

Megan looked up at Sean as she licked the last drops of come from his cock. She liked the taste of both him and Nick. The difference between them was so subtle.

She wanted them to fuck her. Wanted them to give her an orgasm so badly she could scream from the intense desire. She didn’t dare ask because they’d probably say no and send her home. They’d do it in their own time—if they did it all.

The thought of not being allowed to orgasm tonight twisted inside her. She’d just have to kill them if they didn’t let her come.

“Get on your hands and knees again,” Nick said in a low, commanding voice from behind her.

“Yes, sir.” She obeyed and Nick paddled her ass with one big swat.

She bit her tongue to keep from crying out. She loved the sting, the burn, but it made her want more, so much more. The butt plug in her ass only made every swat more intense.

He set the paddle on the stage and pressed his hard cock against her ass, making the butt plug feel even deeper. Sean grabbed The Satisfier and knelt in front of her.

Megan’s heart beat faster. Sean moved the vibrator between her thighs. She held her breath. She knew she was going to come the moment the huge vibrator touched her.

Nick leaned over her back. “Do not climax unless we give you permission.”

She ground her teeth. She almost forgot to say “Yes, sir,” but hurried to get it out in case they wouldn’t let her have an orgasm if she didn’t say it.

Sean reached down and placed The Satisfier against her clit.

The moment he turned it on, Megan’s eyes widened and she had to bite her cheek. Hard. He slipped the vibrator into her channel and pumped it in and out of her. Nick swatted her ass again with the paddle.

So much sensation spun through her that she grew lightheaded with it. Every swat, every tug on her nipples, every clench of her anus around the butt plug, and every thrust of the vibrator made her feel like she was going to lose her mind.

She held back a whimper as her mind spun and her body fought to maintain control.

It was coming. She wasn’t going to be able to stop it.
Oh, God.

“Come, Megan,” Nick commanded from behind her. “Come
now.
”

Megan screamed. She couldn’t have held her orgasm back if her life depended on it. Colors and light flooded her mind as her body jerked and throbbed. Her core spasmed around The Satisfier as it continued to vibrate inside her.

Nick gave one last swat of the paddle and Sean gave one last tweak of her nipples. Her mind was spinning as Sean turned off the vibrator.

She felt her world start to narrow. The colors in her mind faded and blackness closed in. Sean or Nick caught her as she collapsed. Maybe both of them caught her.

Everything outside her throbbing body ceased to exist as the darkness overcame her and she lost consciousness.

Megan stirred. She was sleeping on a cloud…weightless. Warmth cocooned her and she smiled as she snuggled deeper into the peaceful feeling.

Images began seeping into her mind, disrupting the peace. Her smile turned into a frown. Something wasn’t right. She needed to wake up.

She slowly raised her lids, blinking away the grayness of the early morning. It had to be barely dawn.

Her breath caught as she found herself staring at a muscular chest…a perfect chest. Each muscle was sculpted as if cut into stone and polished. Tattoos dipped over a powerful shoulder and swirled onto a broad chest. She wanted to trace the tattoos with her fingertips, feeling the hard muscle beneath them.

Memories began assaulting her and heat flushed over her skin as her gaze moved up from the magnificent chest to the face of the sleeping man. He had a careless upturn of his lips, a hint of a smile at the corner of his mouth.

Sean.

Her heart thumped hard as she stared at him. When he was awake his eyes would be blue, as blue as an angel’s surely was. But this man was no angel. Images flooded her mind of those very eyes watching her with heated intensity as she knelt at his feet, sucking his long, thick cock.

Oh, God.

Even as she thought about scrambling away from Sean, she felt another wall of muscle behind her.

Nick.

She found herself holding her breath as she remembered him thrusting his cock in and out of her mouth and what it had tasted like when she’d swallowed his come.

Her whole body felt like it had burst into flame. She had gone down on two men the same night. Twins no less.

What would Grandmother think if she was still alive? She’d be horrified. She’d think that I’m a slut.

Even as embarrassment pelted at her, her belly did flip-flops as she remembered them bringing her to orgasm. She had come so hard that she had blacked out.

Then what?

How did she end up in bed with them?

More memories assaulted her. She’d been dizzy when she’d come back around, and Nick had bundled her in her coat. Sean had tossed the sex toys back into the carrying case. Sean had made a call and the next thing she knew, cold air was prickling her skin and then she was whisked away in a car with Nick and Sean.

Megan had been so sated, so worn out, that she’d fallen asleep on Nick’s shoulder. They’d been tender with her, as if she was a gift they treasured. It had made her feel like she was coming home.

She’d been vaguely aware of them tucking her into bed and then she’d fallen into a deep sleep and hadn’t woken until now.

More heat rushed through her from her scalp to her toes as it hit her. She’d been with two men at once. Two virtual strangers. She’d let them dominate her and they’d played with her body.

What have I done?

Memories of the men offering to pay her rent, give her cash, and job placement made her belly sink. She’d be a whore, working for wages in the form of gifts and cash and whatever else they offered her.

Feelings of humiliation mounted.

For a long moment she lay still, unable to move. She had to get out of there and she had to leave
now.

Carefully, trying to keep from waking up the men, she scooted up just enough to push the satin sheets and comforter down to her waist. She felt like she was going to burn up even though they’d stripped off the body stocking. If they were awake to see her now, they’d probably see her naked body as bright red as a beet.

She wondered if she could possibly feel any more embarrassed, then decided not to tempt fate by that line of thinking.

As quietly and with as little movement as possible, she eased down toward the foot of the bed. She was grateful it wasn’t quite morning yet and the men were still sleeping. Maybe she’d get out of there without waking either one of them.

The mattress creaked a little as she slipped off of it. Her feet met plush white carpeting and she paused, not daring to breathe.

When she saw that both men were still sound asleep in the huge four-poster bed, she looked around the room.

She didn’t think it was a bedroom. It appeared to be more like a playroom with BDSM contraptions. The bed looked perfect for chaining a woman to it or tying her down. Megan swallowed.

Where the hell was she?

Pushing all thoughts about BDSM and sex aside, she found her coat, shoes, and purse. When she searched for the body stocking, she couldn’t find it anywhere. Desperate, she grabbed one of the men’s tux shirts that was draped over a chair and slipped it on. It smelled of cedar and leather—Nick. She tried to ignore the scent that wrapped around her like a lover.

She took one of the men’s belts and wrapped it around her waist, cinching the shirt. She had to put the belt on the smallest notch and it was still a little loose, and the shirt hung like a mini dress on her, barely reaching her upper thigh. But hell, it covered her better than the body stocking had.

It took her all of five minutes to get dressed. She picked up her ankle boots, coat, and purse before slipping out of the room and closing the door silently behind her.

She padded quietly on white carpet in her bare feet as she made her way down a short hallway and wondered again where she was. Two closed doors were on either side of her and then she walked out of the hallway. She came to a full stop.

The hall opened up into a room of more white carpeting that stretched from wall to wall. Another hallway was directly opposite of where she now stood. Floor-to-ceiling windows revealed sparkling city lights below and the false gray dawn. It looked as if she was in the penthouse and the whole world stretched out before her.

Stunned, she stared wide-eyed at the beauty of the place. She’d been so out of it last night that when they’d carried her through it, she hadn’t taken a good look. Glass, chrome, black furnishings, and bouquets of fresh flowers filled the expansive area. She had to be in Nick and Sean’s home.

She hurried toward the front door, the carpet soft beneath her bare feet. The penthouse was dim and silent. She reached the door and shrugged into her coat before stepping into her ankle boots.

Once her shoes were on, she slid open the bolt locks and opened up the heavy door. She stepped outside and closed the door, only to find herself in a huge entryway with an enormous fresh flower holiday bouquet on a massive black granite table. An elevator was on the opposite side of the bouquet.

She hurried to the elevator and pressed the down button. Her heart beat faster. What if one of them woke up and tried to stop her from leaving? The elevator door opened almost at once. She stepped into it and pressed the button for the lobby. As the car started down, her stomach dropped with it.

When the elevator stopped, she stepped out into a marble entrance with a security guard manning a desk and a doorman standing at the huge glass doors. She swallowed as both men turned to face her. Neither of them looked as though it was unusual to see a strange woman leaving at this hour. She suddenly felt self-conscious about her appearance and pulled her coat more tightly around her. What did her hair look like? Did she look like she’d just had sex with two men? At the same time?

Did she look like a hooker or a call girl?

Heat flooded her face. She was sure now that she would never stop being embarrassed about this whole situation.

The doorman gave her a nod. “Good morning, Miss.”

“Uh, hi.” She looked around her, wondering what part of New York City they were in. How was she going to get home when she did figure it out?

“Would you like me to call you a car, Miss?” the doorman asked.

Relief poured through her.

She nodded. “A cab would be great. Thank you.”

The doorman pulled a cell phone out of the inside pocket of his uniform and made a quick call.

She waited inside, watching snowflakes drift to the sidewalk on the other side of the windows.

A few moments later and she nearly groaned aloud. She’d have to dip into her reserves for the cab fare and she had no idea how far she was from home.

The doorman caught her attention. “The car is here.”

She looked out and saw a Rolls Royce. Her gaze shot back to the doorman. “Weren’t you calling me a cab?”

He opened the door and cold air whirled in, sliding up beneath her long coat.

“Jensen will take you home, Miss,” the doorman said.

Megan had the feeling she had no choice. She thanked him and stepped out into the swirling snow.

Megan shut the front door hard and marched into the apartment. “I’m going to kill you.”