Moonlight Menage (10 page)

She should have been in the kitchen, getting something together for dinner but she couldn’t seem to pull herself away. She’d never had the opportunity to study him in such an unguarded state. In sleep, Nic’s expression actually made him look more vulnerable, more sad.

Awake, Nic usually had a smile and he could cover so much with a smile.

She almost missed the sound of Duke’s claws clicking against the back porch, but she must have sensed his return because her heart began to beat harder, faster. When she finally heard the sound of his now-human footsteps as he entered the house, she tensed.

She knew Nic needed the rest but she’d actually hoped he’d be awake when Duke returned.

Not that she was afraid of Duke. Duke would never physically hurt her. She trusted him with her life.

But her heart, well…

Curled into the recliner on the other side of the fireplace in the front room, she forced her gaze to stay glued to the dancing orange flames. But out of the corner of her eye, she saw Duke walk naked into the room. She had to look. She just had to.

His cock twitched as she watched, slowly hardened before her eyes. She had to force herself to speak. “Did you have a good run?”

“I’m sorry.”

It was so not what she’d been expecting to hear that her gaze flew to his, her eyes wide with shock.

His jaw clenched, the muscle in his right cheek flexing as he stared back at her. “I never mean to hurt you and I always manage to somehow.”

“Just your gift, I guess.” She tried for flippant but winced when it came out bitchy. “Sorry, you don’t deserve that.”

“Yeah, I do.” He sighed. “Look, Ti, we gotta get past this.”

She frowned, not at all sure what he was talking about. “Get past what?”

“You know why he guilted you into coming, don’t you?”

She could lie and say no. She might have been naïve at first but the arousal in Nic’s eyes when she and Duke had been fighting earlier had clued her in to what she’d been missing.

Nic wanted to watch. He wanted to be there when she and Duke had sex so he could participate, if only vicariously.

And surprisingly, the thought didn’t make her squeamish in the least. Why would it? Her ultimate fantasy involved both of these men in her bed. Her only problem with the scenario was that she was afraid she’d reach for Nic and be upset that she couldn’t touch him.

“Yes, I know what he wants.”

Duke’s gaze narrowed. “And you’re okay with that?”

Her brows lifted as she put her hands on her hips. “Why? Aren’t you?”

Duke looked shocked, the second time she’d done that to him in the past day. Her average was improving.

But she didn’t have long to savor her victory.

Duke stepped right in front of the recliner and reached for her, pulling her to her feet. She wound up so close, she could smell the sweat on his skin. So close she could see the individual pores of his skin and lick the beads of sweat on his skin, if she wanted. Feel his cock as it continued to fill and press upward.

And she wanted.

Blessed Goddess, she wanted.

She took a deep breath, taking his scent deep into her lungs and letting it seep into her body. It spread like magic, making her tingle all over. But she didn’t have time to savor the feeling because Duke cupped her chin in his hand to tilt her face up and covered her mouth with his.

He kissed her, hard, his mouth demanding she open to him. When she did, he slid his tongue between her lips and tasted her. His unique flavor, dark and spicy, made her moan.

She nearly fell into a puddle of lust at his feet. Her arms curved around his neck as she pressed against him until he put his hands under her arms and lifted her.

Her feet left the floor and she slid her hands into his hair as he kissed the breath out of her. As she slid up his body, she rubbed against his erection, feeling the tip of his shaft press against her mound. She tilted her hips into him, rubbing against him, trying to ease the ache between her legs.

He let her torment him for only seconds before he wrapped one arm around her to hold her in place and let the other drop to the waistband of her jeans. Ripping them open with furious fingers, he shoved them down her legs to fall on the floor.

His roughness only served to inflame her fast-growing passion and she nipped his tongue. He reared back, exactly what she’d been going for, and she began to string a line of kisses up his chin.

He let her have her way but only for a few seconds. Then he held her away from him and spun her around.

Her startled gaze landed on Nic, now sitting on the couch, watching them with an expression that made her chest tighten to the point of pain. His eyes burned with a wildness she’d never seen there before. His mouth was a flat hard line and a muscle ticked in his jaw.

He hadn’t been wearing a shirt to begin with and her gaze locked onto his chest, rising and falling as if he couldn’t catch his breath.

His left hand fisted into the cushion next to him but his right had pushed beneath the waistband of his loose cotton pants. The tip of his cock had escaped, the flushed head distended. A drop of slick moisture glistened there.

And the hand beneath his pants worked his cock in a slow, steady motion.

Her lungs contracted along with every other muscle in her body. Especially those between her legs. She wanted—no, she
needed
—to fill that empty space that begged for relief.

Her desire coated her pussy, made her slick and ready for sex. For them.

She wanted both of them. But she couldn’t have both of them.

She trembled, tears pricking at her eyes, and Duke tightened his arms around her, crushing her against his chest, nestling his hard cock against the small of her back. As if he’d read her mind.

“Sweetheart, don’t think.” Duke’s voice rasped against her ear. “Just feel. And watch. Watch Nic bring himself off.”

She wanted to watch. Wanted to see it all. “His pants,” she barely had enough air to gasp the words out. “I want him naked.”

“You heard the lady.” The command in Duke’s voice made her sex clench with an almost physical pain. “Take them off.”

Nic didn’t hesitate. He pushed the pants down his legs until he could kick them off with his feet then his hand immediately went back to his cock.

Her mouth opened to draw in much-needed air, which was startled out of her when Duke grabbed the hem of her shirt and stripped it over her head, leaving her naked.

Her nipples peaked, but not from any chill in the air. Duke’s body pumped off heat like a furnace and his hands covered her breasts and kneaded them, until her entire body felt boneless.

And ready to explode.

Mesmerized by the sight of Nic’s hand on his cock, she almost didn’t realize Duke was walking her backward until he pulled her back and down, onto his lap, as he sat on the wide leather chair across from the couch.

The silky hair on his thighs tickled the backs of hers and his cock felt like silk against her ass. It pulsed against her, a tiny amount of pre-cum dotting her skin.

She moaned and scooted backward, forcing herself to keep her eyes open to watch Nic, who’d slowed his strokes to a glacial pace.

“I’m gonna fuck you while he watches, Tira.” Duke bit her earlobe and she shuddered as pleasure stroked through her body, a painful jolt. “I don’t want you to close your eyes. I want you to put your hands on the arms of the chair and not let go. Understand?”

She nodded, too turned-on to speak, and did exactly as he said. The leather felt slick and cool beneath her hands. In sharp contrast to Duke’s heat and the lust pouring off Nic.

His gaze dipped as Duke grabbed her hips and lifted her.

“Lean back, baby,” Duke instructed. “Arch your— Yeah, that’s it.”

With her back bowed slightly, the angle allowed him to position his cock between her lower lips, poised to fill her completely.

He held her there, on the tip of his cock and the edge of her desire, her gaze glued to Nic’s cock.

She imagined for a second that they were both going to have her and then she couldn’t think as Duke began to lower her onto the thick length of his cock. The head barely sank in when she felt her sex contract, trying to drag him further into her.

The friction was incredible, sending shock waves up her spine. She arched just a little further, wanting him to pull her down and fill her completely.

But Duke wasn’t to be rushed.

He fought gravity, holding her hips and only allowing a few centimeters at a time to invade her channel. She felt the effort Duke exerted in the rough sound of his breathing, the short, heavy movements of his chest against her back. His thighs rock hard beneath hers, he used his knees to spread her legs wider, opening her further until she felt air brush her exposed clit.

Torturous sensation caused her to cry out again and she fought against his hands, needing him to fuck her now. Hard.

“No, no. Not yet, baby. I’m not ready to come yet. And neither is Nic.”

“Not at all.” Nic’s voice made her clench around Duke’s shaft in desperation. “I want to watch you enjoy it all night, Ti.”

Blessed Goddess, yes, she was enjoying this. But it was torture as well.

Duke allowed her to slide down a few more centimeters and she felt the brush of his pubic hair on her ass. Almost there. Almost—

With a short, sharp motion, Duke seated her on his cock.

She cried out as pleasure and a burning fullness coursed through her. The need for friction caused her to roll her hips. Duke allowed her to move for a brief second as Nic’s hand paused, his gaze glued to where Duke and she were joined.

“Happy now, baby?”

She couldn’t speak, could only shake her head. No. She needed him to move, damn him. Why wouldn’t he move? And she wanted Nic to continue to jerk himself off. She wanted to watch him come. Needed to feel Duke’s release in her body.

“No?” Duke’s voice sounded surprised. “Then I guess we’re not doing this right, are we?”

“Do you want us to stop, Tira?” Nic’s hand loosened from around his cock and he made a motion as if to get up.

“No! Goddess, no, don’t stop.” If they stopped, she might just have to kill them.

“But we want you to be happy.” Duke nipped at her neck, causing her to clamp down hard on him. She swore the arms of the chair squealed as she crushed the leather under her fingers. “How can we make you happy?”

“Just fuck me,” she cried out. “Please.”

She swore she heard Duke growl low in his chest. “Then hold on, baby.”

Tira thought she was going to die before he started to move, she was so desperate for the friction. And when he grabbed her hips and lifted her off him, she wanted to cry.

But then he started to thrust, his motion limited because of his position and hers. But the friction… Oh, Goddess, the friction was amazing.

Her back arched, trying to get him as deep as he could go. Her eyes began to close but she caught sight of Nic stroking himself again.

God, he was so beautiful. His deep green eyes had narrowed to slits, the muscles in his right arm flexed and bunched as he stroked his cock. His abs tightened, the ridges of his muscles standing out in sharp relief.

In the back of her mind, she knew she wanted to touch him but couldn’t. She wanted to lick her way down that perfect chest. Better still, she wanted to be sandwiched between the two of them, as Duke took her ass and Nic thrust into her pussy.

But she couldn’t have that.

Despair threatened to tear away the bliss seeping through her veins. She pushed it away as she reached for the orgasm beating at the edges of her senses.

She needed just a little more. Making sure Nic was watching, she released one hand from the chair arm and let her fingers play over her stomach.

Each of Duke’s inward thrusts pushed her closer to that climax but when she touched herself, her body responded as if it were Nic touching her.

She stroked down her stomach until her fingers touched the hair on her mound, trimmed short because that’s the way she liked it. An inch or so lower and she found her clit.

Her breath left her lungs in a rush as she tweaked the little bundle of nerves and a short, sharp twinge of pleasure flowed through her like a jolt of electricity. If she did it again, she knew she’d come.

Instead, she let her fingers go even lower until she could brush her nails against Duke’s cock as he fucked her.

“Gods damn, Tira.” Duke’s voice sounded low, rough and out of control. “Do it again. Now damn it.”

She did, scraping her nails along his cock as he pulled out of her then fondling his balls when he thrust back in.

“Oh, fuck.” Duke’s fingers bit even further into her hips and Nic’s groan made her gaze drop to his cock.

His hand worked the shaft with a steadily increasing motion, the head appearing and disappearing in his fist. Her own fingers rubbed her clit, her body tightening.

Duke’s cock twitched inside her, triggering her orgasm as Nic’s low shout cut through the room, his own cock releasing his seed onto his stomach in thick ribbons.

As Duke groaned behind her, he pulled her down one last time as he came, pumping his warm fluid into her.

Filling her with heat.

Nic’s eyes closed as he sank back into the couch. Duke did the same behind her, wrapping his arms around her and keeping her locked to him.

Tira let Duke’s heat cradle her as she stared out the window into the dark.

* * * * *

Two hours later, Tira slipped out of the house, holding her breath as she closed the front door behind her and hurried to Duke’s Jeep, clutching his keys in her hands.

She couldn’t believe neither of them had woken but Nic was still injured and Duke was probably exhausted and both men had…

Worn themselves out.

Her thighs clenched with remembered desire and she went wet at the images running through her head.

Watching Nic watch Duke make love to her. Feeling Duke’s hands on her body as she watched Nic stroke himself to climax.

She’d come so hard she thought she might pass out. It’d been amazing.

And heartbreaking.

She’d wanted so badly to touch Nic, to feel his hands on her body in addition to Duke’s.