Party of Three: A H.O.T. Cops Novel (23 page)

Despite the push/pull she’d sensed between the two men before that, the languid pleasures taking place now seemed like … the ultimate form of sharing, Rogan and Ethan each literally eating what was left behind by the other’s cock.

As they continued to move over her and around her, simply playing with her body, exploring it with hands, mouths, and penises, she experienced a fresh and intense awareness of them both, of everything about them. Rogan had shed his clothes now, too, and she loved the sight of their gorgeous bare male torsos above her, around her. She studied the thin line of hair that expanded below Ethan’s navel to make a dark nest below from which his erection sprouted. She took in the unshaven stubble on Rogan’s face that sometimes abraded her skin. She noticed Ethan’s own normally flat nipples now sported hard little peaks, as well. And she examined the individual spikes of Rogan’s barbed wire tattoo. All were parts of them with which she was very familiar, and yet right now, when placed side-by-side, something in them cumulatively felt brand new and almost shockingly beautiful.

Even so, though, inside she resumed feeling oddly torn. She found herself imagining some perfect world that was … well,
this
world, the world of this weekend, the world she knew in this cabin, where she could truly have them both. Not just physically—but also emotionally. A place where she didn’t have to worry about that part, about which one she loved, which one she wanted more—a place where the sharing was that complete. Only … it wouldn’t last, this
real, true
sharing, this sense of wanting to love them both and wanting them both to love her.

And then Ethan was bending over her, kissing her. Which must mean it was Rogan now between her legs, his warm hands prying them apart. And … oh, oh God, what was he doing? She thought from the sensation that he was … she could only describe it as spanking her pussy with his cock. The shockingly stimulating little blows came in fast succession, slapping softly against her most sensitive skin, and … God, who knew something like that could feel so ridiculously good?

She began to moan against Ethan’s warm kisses, and her pleasure grew when his hand closed over her breast, kneading rhythmically.

And then—mmm, God—another hand came on her other breast, but this one was harder and she knew instinctively that it belonged to Rogan. He pinched and pulled at her nipple, making her nearly yelp into Ethan’s mouth, all while he continued that ever-so-kinky little spanking, his erection landing directly on her clit over and over.

Until finally she couldn’t kiss anymore. And she heard herself letting out low noises with each little smack. And Ethan’s voice hovered above her saying, “Oh baby, does that feel good? You’re so hot, so fucking hot,” and then, before she could even fully process it, she came again.

This orgasm wasn’t hard and jerky like the last one—no, this one was just as wildly intense and pleasurable, yet it flowed smoothly through her body like a pulsing river of euphoria, lasting far longer than usual. The unexpected climax was absolute …
perfection
. Not only because of the way it coursed through her so sublimely, but also because of how she felt so completely and honestly shared by them just now. She knew that part wasn’t real, could
never
be truly real—not on the level she’d been fantasizing about—but oh, it had been nice to imagine it for a few glorious, ecstatic minutes.

When her howls of pleasure finally quieted and she again lay spent on the table, only the sound from the retro radio station remained—Marvin Gaye sang “Sexual Healing.”

After a moment, she sat up and looked around. Cheesecake smeared the table—and the chair where she’d sat. What remained of the birthday cake was a pile of mush now on one corner of the table. All three of them studied it for a minute—until Rogan said, “That’s okay, I didn’t want any more anyway,” making them all laugh softly. Then he switched his gaze to Mira. “But I want some more of that hot pussy I just spanked to orgasm.”

She sucked in her breath. There was a part of her that honestly feared she couldn’t take anymore fucking tonight.

But thankfully … there was a bigger part of her that knew she
could
.

So when Rogan reached for her hand and drew her upright, she sat up willingly—even ready. For whatever came next. She was too tired to think, to concoct anything she herself wanted, but she was curious—and even happy—to see what he had in mind.

When he drew her to her feet, there was something about simply standing there with him, face-to-face, that reminded her how much bigger he was than her—it made her feel his brute masculinity all over again, and somehow in that moment, it gave her shivers. Or maybe it was the look in his eyes as he met her gaze that brought that on.
He cares for me again. He wants me in a deeper way than I realized just this morning.
That made everything happening now—and whatever was
about
to happen—mean so much more.

“Turn around,” he told her, his expression still dark and commanding.

She drew in a breath. Then did as he said.

Then in one firm but smooth move, he placed one hand on her hip, cupped the other to the back of her neck, and bent her over the table until her chest pressed flat against it. It was almost forceful. But not quite. Because something in it turned her on more than she could have imagined.

The next thing she knew, both his hands gripped her ass and then—mmm, God—he was sliding the stone column of his cock into her moisture. And that initial entry, the hot intrusion, never failed to take her breath away.

“Fuck her mouth,” he said to Ethan.

It made her look up at her boyfriend, still situated on the other side of the table from Rogan. His eyes remained filled with heat. Then she dropped her gaze to the perfectly erect shaft at her eye level. Maybe her way of saying,
Yes, I want it.
Or maybe just accepting, waiting. She didn’t even know anymore. And it really didn’t matter, either. She felt as if she’d simply become some kind of sex machine—that her body was designed for it and was today being used for it like never before. And she didn’t mind.

As Ethan once more took his cock in hand and held it down, feeding it into her mouth, she experienced that sensation all over again as if it were something new, the sensation of being filled from both ends, stuffed full. It had happened several times today already, enough that she thought she should be used to the strange, dirty joy it brought her, but she wasn’t. It remained just as all-consuming as it had been the very first time. Nothing else existed. Only the cocks that packed her so tightly. Only the lusty pleasure.

As both men fucked her, she felt … pleasantly controlled. It was a strange reversal from the sensation she’d experienced standing in the chair looking down on them a few minutes ago—then she’d felt like she was being worshipped, but this was like being taken. And she loved both equally.

“Mmm, babe,” Rogan murmured as he pounded that big shaft so firmly into her, over and over, “you’re being such a bad little girl this weekend. Think I’m gonna have to give you a spanking. The regular kind this time.”

The fact that her mouth was full kept her from needing to answer, but she’d already been moaning and whimpering around Ethan’s dick, and now she heard herself let out an even more desperate, welcoming sound in response. Back when they’d been together, Rogan used to spank her while he was fucking her from behind. They’d never even talked about it, but now she remembered that she’d timidly liked it, liked that it felt a little kinky and naughty to her, liked the way the smacks on her ass had reverberated all through her body.

And mmm—as he landed the first slap on her bottom, she sobbed around Ethan’s penis, then sucked it harder. Oh—she really
had
liked this; maybe she’d forgotten just how much.

Each stinging blow of his palm vibrated through her like hot, tiny aftershocks that echoed all the way to the tips of her fingers and toes even as he continued plunging deep, deep, deep into her wet cunt. She somehow felt it resonating even through her lips, stretched so wide and tight around Ethan’s sturdy length. It intensified
everything
until, like so many other times today, she simply gave herself over to it and let herself get lost in the heady pleasure.

Caught up and consumed by all that was taking place, Ethan looked down, watching where his cock entered Mira’s soft mouth. Damn, she was amazing—and he couldn’t remember a time
ever
when he’d been aroused in quite this same way, with quite the same dark, ferocious intensity he’d experienced this weekend.

And when he let his gaze wander down the curve of her back and over those naughty panties he’d given her to see Rogan driving into her from behind—and spanking her, too, which she seemed to like—aw hell. He wasn’t sure what was happening here.

Yeah, he’d never been more excited in his life, and yet somehow, again, Rogan had assumed control of this situation. Damn, he couldn’t help thinking this was like that hostage situation all over again—Rogan just couldn’t help taking charge of things. And he still wasn’t sure why that disturbed him so much; this was about her pleasure, after all—nothing else. But something felt different about Rogan than it had last night.

The two of them had never talked about this part beforehand, about who would control the sex—he hadn’t wanted to be that rigid, impose rules on it. Yet maybe he’d just assumed Rogan would behave more the way he had the previous evening—hanging back, following along, letting Ethan take the lead.
But shit, this is Rogan.
He should have been more prepared for that. Because—yeah, thinking back on their time together in the academy, he was remembering more and more—Rogan didn’t let anyone else take the lead if
he
felt like taking it.

Ethan couldn’t help thinking back to other points in the day—those points when he’d begun to feel a little jealous. And he’d thought he could handle that if it arose—he’d thought through it long and hard before inviting Rogan here, and he’d imagined various scenarios and how they might make him feel. And so far, he thought he’d done pretty damn well with it—a little jealousy here and there, but mostly, he’d
enjoyed
sharing her, enjoyed giving her that much pleasure, enjoyed the intense openness and intimacy this required.

Now, though … maybe it was just the cumulative effect of the day or something, but warring with the brain-numbing lust and excitement coursing through his veins was a growing irritation that had him clenching his teeth. A disgruntlement he could blame only on Rogan’s quiet way of, ultimately, always doing whatever he damn well felt like. Maybe he should have thought long and hard about it before including in this little party a guy who didn’t always play by the rules, written or
un
written.

Or … maybe it was simpler than that. Maybe it just suddenly seemed important to Ethan that he be the one she needed more.

And maybe it was time he made it clear—to all fucking three of them—who was gonna control the sex here.

It wasn’t his usual way to be a hard-ass about much of anything. In the courtroom, yeah, sure, and when he’d been a cop, he’d definitely known how to assert his authority—but in everyday life, with Mira, his friends, his family, he was pretty damn easygoing. Only this … well, this wasn’t everyday life. And something about it—at least in this particular moment—had quit feeling very much like a gift to Mira and more like Rogan taking what Rogan wanted, all for Rogan, like he didn’t give a shit about what anyone
else
might need.

So … hell. Yeah, it was time to assert some goddamn authority here and remind Rogan who’d thrown this party and exactly whose girl he was fucking.

When he withdrew his cock from Mira’s mouth, she let out a small noise of distress, and as he rounded the table, he felt her surprised, confused look. But he spared her only a quick glance, because he was on a mission now.

Stepping up to Rogan, he said, “My turn.”

Chapter 14

R
ogan stopped driving into her, looked up at Ethan. Their eyes met.

And there was a moment when Ethan began to wonder if Rogan was going to protest—but then he silently extracted his dick and stepped back from the table.

Good.

Right now Ethan felt possessive; he needed to be in charge.
He
needed to be the center of Mira’s world for a little while.

She whimpered needfully as he moved in behind her, glancing down to where Rogan’s cock had just been. Her pussy had, of course, contracted, but was still visibly open, and above, her anus appeared puffy, swollen.

“You want more, baby?” he asked, his voice coming unintentionally low and deep.

“Yes,” she said, still sounding beautifully desperate, hotly needy. And when he didn’t push his way inside her that very second, she added, “
Please
.” Something about the word sent a wave of fresh heat cascading through his entire body. And it came with something he’d never experienced with Mira before—the urge to make her beg. Just a little.

He found himself stepping up close behind her bent-over body, letting his erection nestle in the valley of her ass—and then nothing more.

Her body tensed. And then she even began to move a little, sliding her soft flesh along his length. But he stayed still. Teasing her.

In front of him, her distress grew evident, especially when she sucked in her breath and let out a another heartfelt, “Please, E.
Please
.”

Part of him felt bad for how anxious she sounded, but another part liked it, liked making her need him, liked knowing he had what she wanted so much. And it didn’t matter to him at the moment whether it was him she craved or just any cock in general to fill her—but he liked being the provider either way, the filler of needs, the only man who could soothe her longings right now because he’d just deemed it that way.

Am I mad at her? Am I mad that she wants Rogan as much as she wants me? Am I mad that she obeys his every word without flinching?