Wicked Lovers 07 Ours to Love (25 page)

“Let me.” Xander dropped the backpack and approached her with a rakish grin. “You
make me want to fuck you all over again,
belleza
.”

“My turn,” Javier growled.

With a laugh, Xander turned his attention back to the rope. “I’m going to show you
a Western-style binding. We’ll have better control over the tension of the ropes.
Avoiding excess pressure on the inside of the wrists protects the nerve endings just
under the surface of the skin. And it’s probably best if we keep the scene light for
now. We don’t know London’s tolerance.”

Javier listened attentively, his face a study of concentration. “Of course.”

Somehow, she found the two of them collaborating for her domination and pleasure so
sexy. It wasn’t just the fact that they were both gorgeous and devoted to her in that
moment. It was their harmony. They fed off one another’s energy and knowledge. When
she’d met them both a few days ago, they hadn’t been speaking. That seemed a shame.
They shared the same blood and so many of the same childhood memories. They should
be sharing a brotherhood that would sustain and support them both throughout life.
It was a silly fantasy that she could be the one to bring them together. Silly . . .
but she couldn’t help aching to make it come true.

“Now fold the rope in half and create a loop. Pass the rope around her wrists one
time and feed the loose end through.” Xander demonstrated, and London felt the rope
wrap loosely around her wrists. “See how it looks a little like a slipknot? You finish
the rest. Yep, like that. Now circle the two loose ends in opposite directions around
her wrists, but keep space between her wrists or you’ll put too much pressure where
she’s fragile.” He brushed the fair skin just over her veins.

“Makes sense. Now what?” Javier asked.

“Wind the rope around her wrists a couple of times, then take the loose ends and feed
them through the center loop. Right . . .” Xander pointed. “Like that. Perfect. Now
watch me.” He wound the rope to the inside, then split the ends in opposite directions.
“Now take one end and feed it back through the horizontal loop in the opposite direction.
Good. Tie it off, but use your index finger to check that there’s enough space between
the ropes wound between her wrists. If it’s too tight, she’ll feel a tingling sensation,
which means you’re compressing something you shouldn’t. Touch her hands periodically.
If her skin is too cool, it’s a sure sign that her circulation has been hindered.”

“Absolutely. That isn’t the kind of pain I want to give little London.”

Xander sent his brother a lopsided smile as he tied off the rope on the back side
of her wrists. “Precisely. Now you finish.”

Javier grabbed the two loose ends, and secured the nylon rope to the thick wood above
her head with a sturdy knot. He looked at her with dark promise, letting her know
it was just a matter of time before he unleashed all his pent-up lust on her.

Xander leaned in to inspect his brother’s handiwork, and London gave her wrists an
experimental tug. She wasn’t going any place.

“You’re good to go.” He looked at Javier, his expression serious for a change. “I’m
going to stay on top of your focus.”

Javier gave his brother a sharp nod, then stepped back to study her. London felt his
gaze all over her. Her nipples beaded, her belly knotted, and everything between her
legs tightened. After so much pleasure, how could she feel anything but sated? She
didn’t know the answer, but there was no denying that she couldn’t wait to feel Javier
against her. Inside her.

“I won’t let her down,” he vowed.

“Please fuck me.”

Xander raised a brow and smiled at her. “And manners, too. It doesn’t get much better
than that, brother.”

Javier narrowed his eyes. “She’s not restrained enough. Do you have more rope?”

“I’ve got even better stuff,” Xander assured, then reached into his backpack.

When he sounded like he was really looking forward to something, London suspected
that she should brace herself. But even knowing that whatever he had up his sleeve
would test her hadn’t prepared her for the sounds of rattling and the sight of thick
metallic links of chain.

Wide-eyed, London gasped.

“Now you’ve got her attention.” Xander smirked.

Javier’s relentless stare on her sharpened. He gave her a predatory smile as he grabbed
one length of chain out of his brother’s hand. “That’s perfect.”

“You okay,
belleza
? Afraid?”

London blinked up at Xander. “Maybe a little.”

Okay, maybe more than a little. But she wasn’t going to confess that. She trusted
Javier. Her fear was based solely on the unknown, but she couldn’t say she’d lived
if she didn’t try new experiences. She let the beautiful, sexual anxiety fill her.

How long would it take him to finish binding her down? She soon had an answer.

Javier grabbed one ankle, wrapped a leather cuff around it that she hadn’t noticed
before, then secured it around the bedpost and hooked the end closed with some sort
of fastening she couldn’t see. Then he stepped back to view his handiwork, sending
her a long, low smile that made her shiver. Whatever he did next, he was going to
be thorough. “Fasten the other.”

Xander complied instantly, spreading her legs even farther apart in order to restrain
her other ankle all the way across the big bed. Her muscles burned with the stretch,
and her wet folds were now totally on display. They both zeroed in on her pussy and
sent her nearly identical wicked smiles. Her womb clenched.

“Hurry!”

Javier crawled onto the bed and hovered above her, his stare penetrating deep. “You
don’t get to set the timetable or make the rules, little one. Dominant.” He pointed
to himself. “Lovely submissive.” He put his hand over her chest, then cupped her breast.

“You do what we tell you,” Xander added, running a hand up her thigh. “You take what
we give you.”

“And I have a feeling I’m going to enjoy hearing you beg often,” Javier growled.

Every word they spoke only aroused her more. She whimpered and writhed, lifting her
hips and staring at them with pleading eyes. “Yes, Sir. Just . . . please.”

“God, that’s music to my ears,” Javier groaned, then pushed away from her.

He turned, searching around him in a circle—the chaise, the floor, the dresser—until
he found what he was looking for. He grabbed the thick, round bolster pillow in chocolate
satin and prowled toward her. “Arch for me.”

Tossing her head back, she did as he asked. Javier slid the pillow under the middle
of her back. She didn’t have enough slack in the ropes binding her wrists to lift
her upper body up. She could only stay in place, her breasts pointed to the ceiling
in offering.

“She looks lovely,” Xander praised. “Good call. You need a safe word,
belleza
.”

“A what?”

Javier lifted the backpack and tore the zipper down, fishing around inside. “A word
that tells us you’ve reached your mental or physical limits. A word not to be used
lightly.” He turned to his brother. “Clamps?”

For her nipples? Would they hurt? Would they just put pressure on her sensitive buds?
Or would it be like their mouths, a sensation that tugged all the way down to her
clit? She swallowed a lump of lust, wishing she could find out right now.

“Sorry. Next time,” Xander said with regret to his brother, then focused on her. “Now
think of a word. Something you wouldn’t normally say during sex.”

Since she didn’t really know what words she might or might not use then, London drew
a bit of a blank.

Xander smiled at her. “Something other than ‘please’ or ‘yes’ or ‘harder.’”

Javier lifted something out of the backpack and tucked it into his palm with a chuckle.
“I don’t recommend ‘hurry’ or ‘fuck me,’ either. Whatever word you choose will make
us stop immediately.”

“And you shouldn’t settle on anything like ‘no’ or ‘stop,’” Xander advised.

“Because you won’t listen?” She wasn’t sure how she felt about that. Scared and excited
and a little nervous, which didn’t totally make sense. Everything was happening so
fast, and she wasn’t completely sure how she felt about it all. Except that she wanted
these two men. London was crystal clear on that.

He shook his head. “If you want to pretend to protest and you want me to pretend that
I’m not listening, I’m game.”

“Me, too.” Javier reached over to the nightstand, set something down out of her line
of vision.

“And nothing smart-ass like ‘pneumonoultramicroscopicsilicovolcanokoniosis.’ I had
a sub try that on me once.” He smiled tightly. “I gave her a really red butt and absolutely
zero orgasms for that. Safe words are serious business,
belleza
. Pick one.” Xander sounded emphatic.

“Now.” Javier just sounded impatient.

He retrieved whatever he’d placed on the nightstand and slid it into his palm. She
stared at his clenched fist and tried to imagine what he held. London’s thoughts went
wild, but she really had no idea.

“Um . . .” They both watched her, and it made her anxious. And, okay, it really turned
her on. She blurted out the first word that came to mind. “Ford.”

“Like the car?” Xander asked, seemingly confused.

God, she shouldn’t have brought that up. She’d write it off to being rattled if they
asked. But a ride inside a Ford was the reason that, at twenty-five, she was just
now experiencing the absolute joy of sex. “Yes. Is that okay?”

He and his brother exchanged a glance before Javier snarled, “Ford. Got it. Don’t
forget it in case you need it.”

As if she could. “Yes, Sir.”

Javier looked Xander’s way. “Are we done negotiating now?”

“We are.”

The words had barely cleared Xander’s mouth before Javier dove on the bed, between
her spread legs. He knelt and opened the little bottle in his hand and put one drop
of liquid directly on her clit. With a blistering stare, he spread it around in a
slow circle. Any cool-off she’d managed while they’d talked? Gone.

Finishing with the bottle in his hand, Javier put the lid back on and threw it to
Xander, who caught it and glanced at it with a wicked laugh.

“W-what is it?” She couldn’t resist asking.

“A little sweet almond oil, a little cinnamon, rosemary extract, and some shit I can’t
pronounce . . .” Xander shrugged with a devilish grin.

“Wait one minute and you’ll feel it, little one.” Javier slammed his body over hers,
his cock poised at her entrance. “Jesus, the waiting is killing me, but I’m determined
that you’ll come with me.”

He slanted his lips over hers and plunged deep into her mouth, seizing her tongue
with a growl. The kiss conveyed more than hunger or desperation. He grabbed hold of
her like a lifeline, one he’d never let go. London clung with her body, skin to skin,
writhing under him as much as the restraints allowed. He was poised above her, right
there at her entrance, just waiting. But for what?

Suddenly, she felt a glimmer of something warm between her legs, centered under her
clit. It didn’t take long for the warmth to become a slow burn that made her gasp.

“She feels it now.” Xander’s voice was a hoarse purr very close to her ear. Somehow,
it seared her everywhere, especially her pussy.

London whimpered, thrusting her hips up again at Javier. He inched back and took one
of her nipples in his mouth, teeth nipping. He did the same with the other moments
later. Arched up to him with a pillow at her back, she had no way to stop him—not
that she wanted to. Her sensitive crests tingled and throbbed as he pulled on them
with the suction of his mouth, making her womb pulse with need. The heat in her clit
had gone from a kindling to an inferno, and with Javier all over her, kissing and
touching her, pressing his thick erection against her thigh, she couldn’t stand another
moment of his teasing torment.

“Fuck me, damn it!”

Javier bared his teeth at her. “I’ll punish you for demanding later.”

Barely a moment passed before he surged forward and buried his cock completely inside
her in one powerful thrust. As she stretched quickly to accommodate him, London moaned
in a long, breathy sound. Her cries mingled with his low bellowing groan, seemingly
ripped from his chest.

She wanted to wrap her arms around him, but unable to move her arms or legs, she could
only lay under him at his mercy. Even the firm bolster pillow at her back restricted
the movement of her torso. She had only her hips free, and Javier took that movement
away immediately when he grabbed them and lifted them into each one of his hard, desperate
thrusts.

His every push inside her had him bumping her burning clit with his furious pace.
Desire roared inside her, and even though she couldn’t move, she felt as if she was
floating, flying. Pleasure bent her mind, defied gravity. It built and ached and screamed
as her fierce need for orgasm rose.

“Jesus, you’re heaven, little one,” he growled in her ear. “So tight. I won’t last.
Get ready to come.”

Xander leaned in to whisper in her other ear, his lips brushing the sensitive spot
beneath. “Does he fill you up,
belleza
? Does he make you need?”

“Yes!”

Her eyes slid shut at the sensory overload. These two beautiful men were unleashing
all their carnal brilliance on her, and she was unraveling. With every one of Javier’s
powerful thrusts, they whittled away at her innocence, replacing an untried girl with
a woman. Today was the first time she’d experienced ecstasy, and already she wondered
how she would ever do without it.

Javier’s breath sawed in his chest. His strokes inside her shortened, quickened, focusing
on one spot that sent her eyes flaring wide. She sent a stunned look to Xander, who
hovered above her. A smile spread across his face.

“Bingo,” he told his brother. “You’ve got the right spot.”

He’d abraded it half a dozen times with the head of his cock, and every nerve ending
inside her sensitive channel came screaming awake again. The pressure and burning
multiplied. How was it possible that she could climax yet again and with different
sensations than before?